Downsizing: Capsized by MXP

When three humans wash ashore on an uncharted island with hundreds of downsizers—they find themselves in a place where nothing is as small or large as it appears. As survival instincts kick in, alliances form, enemies are made, and trust between protective humans and vulnerable downsizers is tested. Who can trust who? Island fever changes people and all these people converging on one tiny strip of land out in the Pacific is the perfect place to hide something …

The island will reveal all eventually.

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(No need to read my previous Downsize story to enjoy this one.)


Story Notes:

For those unfamiliar with the downsize universe, check out the summary below. If you've already read Downsizing, you can skip the recap.

Downsizing is the process of shrinking a human down to approximately two inches tall—or at about a 1:36 ratio compared to their original size. Downsizers *normally* live in specially designed miniature communities that are enclosed habitats that protect them from everyday dangers like bad weather, wildlife, and curious humans. These mini-neighborhoods connect to regular infrastructure through clever engineering that NanoHabitats, America's biggest and most successful downsizing company, has perfected over the years. Living small also means using way fewer resources which appeal to environmentalists and Earth lovers.

Sounds great on paper, right? Well, it gets complicated. The Downsizer Protection Services (DPS) handles all downsizer-related problems and crimes. But the DPS is a private agency bankrolled by the same companies making money off shrinking people. Only registered downsizers—those who went through official channels to downsize—get full DPS protections.

If a human wants to touch or pick up a downsizer, they’ll need a Micro-Human Interaction Permit (MHIP) which requires both a written and practical test administered by a proctor. Not only that, but downsizers optionally sign a Consent of Handling (CoH) on their phones saying they're okay with said human picking them up. All gets tracked on the MHIP database that the DPS strictly enforces. But sometimes people skip these rules, and unregistered downsizers have basically no protection, which some humans exploit. Illegal downsizing operations are booming, human trafficking has found a whole new angle, and downsizers often get the short end of the stick, literally.

Rated: 🟠 - Violence | Reviews: 5 | Table of Contents
F/m M/f FM/f FM/m Adventure Size Society Feet Pheromones Heterosexual Gentle Vore Sex Insertion Bullying Pussy Cruel Fatal

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Word Count: 5791
Added: 03/16/2025
Updated: 04/05/2025
Chapter Notes: This story will be told from the POV of three downsizers. Except for this introductory chapter, each chapter will be told from the POV of one of the main characters.



Drew - Rough Waters

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My name is Drew Gallows. Seventy-two hours ago, before I ended up on the island, I was human. I didn’t choose to lose my humanity—it was taken from me.

My parents and I vacationed in Acapulco during my summer break from college when it happened. I’m not even sure how it happened or why it happened. It just did. I was human, something happened, and now I’m downsized against my will. Everything’s been a blur from that moment to the time I step foot on the island. I think they used some kinda drug on me that made me woozy. Ever since then, I’ve been in and out of consciousness.

One thing I remember was being in some type of prison. If you can call it that. An airplane hangar made of glass walls. Me and like fifty other downsizers just sitting around while the giant world played in front of us like a movie. The air was muggy and smelled bad—that I remember. Images of humans walking around this dingy workshop flashed in my mind. That’s the first time I’ve seen people so huge, and I couldn’t believe I used to be one of them. Not too long ago, either. Were they the reason I was downsized?

No matter how hard I thought, I just couldn’t remember everything. I walked from the beach to the resort. Then darkness. Did I even make it on the resort property? I touched my neck and felt a little scab and soreness. I’m sure they drugged me. Stuck me in a downsize machine and threw me into this glass prison with countless others.

I wanted to be angry, but I couldn’t summon the strength. Curling up on the glass floor, I went to sleep, using my arm as a pillow.

-

There was shouting. Humans in uniforms. Hands in the air and weird looking guns pointed at people. The men in uniforms wore masks and looked like SWAT while they shoved other humans in civilian clothes to the ground. I heard Spanish and English being shouted by both groups.

It really looked like a decent action flick, with me getting a front-row seat to it. I wish I could’ve stayed up to watch. Maybe they had answers about why I was two-inches tall and inside some Texas Chainsaw Massacre looking room. I should’ve been drinking a beer with my dad at the pool. Not this shit.

-

When I woke up again, I wasn’t in the glass building anymore. Someone had moved me to yet another structure that was dark and unexplainable. Felt like a large conference room with no lighting or features. I sat in what I can only describe as a rollercoaster seat. Y’know the kind where you got restraints that go over your shoulder and then there’s another bar that goes over your lap?

It felt surprisingly comfy, like something a semi-truck driver would sit in. The seat rode on a suspension that made it feel smoother than a cloud. Any rattling from the building I was in, the seats would just compensate and bounce up and down, minimizing any abrupt motions. It also made napping pretty comfortable.

I’m not much of a social butterfly, so I didn’t bother asking the person seated next to me questions. I couldn’t even see, to be honest, because the restraints made that impossible. But listening, I could hear some chatter from the other downsizers that we were heading to San Diego and something about, “This nightmare will finally be over.”

I rested my head against the rubbery restraints and slept again.

-

The next several hours were the most confusing and terrifying moments of my life. Let’s just say there’s was a lot of movement, shouting, jostling, and near-death experiences. But, as a two-inch downsizer locked in a dark box, I don’t know what the hell was happening.

All I knew was the sound of a male human was holding the structure I was in. Something apocalyptic was happening in the outside world, and he was either hellbent on killing us, stealing us, or saving us. I don’t know which one.

I closed my eyes and tried going to sleep. I tried forgetting about everything. Maybe if I wake up next time, I’ll be in my hotel room with my parents?

-

I woke up when the ride ended, and we were dropped on solid ground. It almost felt weird to not be moving anymore. Outside, I could still hear the pattering of raindrops falling on the roof. Water pooled inside, about ankle deep; I could smell the unmistakable scent of briny ocean water. That just made me more confused. If I wasn’t so zonked out on drugs, maybe I would’ve paid more attention to what was going on.

Recapping things in my mind, I’m vacationing with my parents between semester breaks, then I’m downsized against my will and held captive in a Mexican sweatshop. Then, I’m in a black box strapped to a rollercoaster harness, and we’re getting flooded with ocean water—oh, and there’s like a hundred people in this box screaming and crying. Pretty normal vacation, right?

-

“I thought we were going to die,” said a human female from outside the structure.

“Count your blessings that we made it out of that in one piece,” a man said. His voice was freaking loud. Like, I could feel my chest and seat vibrate with his voice. I think he might’ve been close by or the one holding the structure I was in.

“What the hell do you have in there that’s so important,” another human female said, different from the one before. Her voice was younger and peppier. “You could’ve gotten yourself killed over some suitcase!”

I, along with the others, jumped in our seats when we heard a loud clicking sound coming from outside. A seam formed on the wall in front of, about halfway between ground and ceiling, splitting open. Then the entire roof of the structure went flying open. Rain with its fat droplets landed on us while a human girl looked down at us. She looked a couple of years older than me. Her wet blonde, almost white, hair clumped around her face. She wore a shocked and angry look on her face upon seeing us.

“Downsizers!”

Her voice boomed between all corners of the structure. Her giant eyes swept over our heads, revealing just how vast the building was. She closed the roof and kept speaking to the human male.

“There are hundreds of downsizers in there! Why do you have them?” she asked.

“I was saving them from a sinking ship,” he said. “What’s it look like?”

“It looks like you’re smuggling them?” The suspension in my seat bounced a good four inches as her thunderous footsteps walked beside our building. I guessed she was getting in the man’s face. “That makes you one of those low life pervs that sells and buys downsizers.”

“I didn’t know rescuing 315 downsizers would get me such high praise,” he said. I could practically hear his grin.

“Well, how else did you come across them?”

“I knew they were onboard. I also knew they were being ignored while everyone ran for the lifeboats. Okay? Can we talk about this later? We need to move up on the beach in case of high tide.”

“Where are we?” the other human woman asked.

“I can’t see anything,” the man said. “Let’s turn what’s left of the raft upside down and sleep out this storm. We’ll be able to see better at daybreak.”

They argued some more, ignoring us. After some time and more noise of a gigantic raft being moved around, the humans stopped talking. They went to sleep and so did I.

 


Ellis - Discovery

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I sat there dehydrated, full bladder, with an ache in my lower back. They kept us strapped to the seats all night and other than a quick peek last night from the human girl; they seem to have forgotten about us inside the downsize transport carrier.

We couldn’t fly out of Mexico because of that freak electrical storm that rolled in and threatened to hang over the country for weeks. The government's grounding of all flights for weeks caused mayhem at the airports. I heard the cops talking about it. They said it would be best to transport us via boat. Jesus Christ. Who would’ve thought the storm that grounded planes was also bad for boats?

I don’t know the exact details of what went done. But the boat the humans put us on ran through some kind of catastrophe. Now we’re being lugged around by God knows who. But that human that peeked at us last night … Jeez … Despite how little ambient light graced her body, I felt my heart stop when she looked down at us. To say I was smitten was an understatement. I really, really wanted to see more of her and get to know her.

It's like when you see someone, and you just know they are the one. She was incredibly gorgeous and just fit my type. I haven’t been downsized that long and hadn’t had time to think about dating as a two-inch guy. I guess I’ve always pictured someone my size. But after seeing that giantess … I really hoped she was into mixed-sized relationships and was single.

As soon as they’d let us out of this damn carrier, I was going to talk to her and introduce myself.

-

The storm had passed overnight. I could hear the gentle waves on the beach and smell the sea air. Some of the other downsizers were waking up and grumbling amongst each other. Other than that, the carrier was mostly quiet.

One of the humans stirred and rose to their feet. I felt that pounding in the ground as they came up to the carrier to unlatch the front. I’ve seen a downsizer carrier before. Imagine a thick briefcase, and with it open, two to four rows of seats facing out and in. It’s like a troop transport inside a C-17. There were also a lot of mechanisms built into the carrier designed to provide a comfortable ride for downsizers. Stuff hidden in the walls, like springs, gyros, and other shit I’m not too familiar with. But the point is to give humans an opportunity to move a shitload of downsizers with as much comfort as practically possible.

If we were in a regular briefcase, I’m sure we’d all be dead. That ride last night was fucking rough, but it could’ve been deadly had it not been for the over-engineered transport carrier.

The roof above our heads opened up to reveal a human we hadn’t seen before. She was just as alluring as the girl from yesterday. This human had an adorable smile and blemish-free skin. She was African American with long locs of hair that went past her breast, like a dark version of Rapunzel. Her eyebrows were perfectly manicured, and her lips were pink pillows as large as mattresses. I could see a silver necklace made up of two loops around her elegant neck.

“You’re all not going to believe this,” she said with a smirk.

I could see she wore a red tank top as she leaned over our heads. I’ve only been a downsizer for … Well, I lost count. Maybe five days, including this one? But I haven’t had a whole lot of human interaction. Her enormous body over our heads was an experience unlike any other. I’ve been to New York and felt all the towering skyscrapers around me, making me feel small. But having something that big—alive and moving? It’s unreal.

Her right arm extended, and she pressed a button on the side of the transport carrier. We heard a clicking under our feet and suddenly all the shoulder and lap restraints came undone. Others, me included, groaned as we jumped out of our seats and stretched. Several doors opened on the side of the carrier, and we started funneling out of the carrier.

-

I looked around and saw there were three downsize transports all lined up together, with hundreds of us downsizers exiting and clumping up into one large group. The black giantess was standing tall in front of us with her hands on her hips, reminiscent of the Greek statue, the Colossus of Rhodes, in which ships would sail between the statue’s legs to enter a bay.

She wore khaki-colored pants that ended above the calves. She was barefoot, with her toes buried in the sand. I couldn’t stop looking at her bare midriff. Both her pants were too low, and her tank-top too small. I loved it.

Her eyes scrutinized us, like she was looking for something. She shook her head, causing her locs to snap like whips. Her hand pulled some of her long locs behind her.

“Notice anything odd, tinies?”

We looked around at each other, unsure of what she was talking about. Strange how we were all silent. The giantess commanded attention, and we clumped up in front of her like we were at an outdoor concert.

“Look closer,” she said, almost sounding frustrated with us. “It’s all around you.”

I admit my eyes were glued to her ever since stepping out, so I didn’t even know where I was. I forced my eyes off the beauty and looked at my surroundings. Beach. A big beach with uncharacteristic sand that led up a slope into green vegetation made up of palms and other tropical plant life. Looked like a dense jungle. Super green trees and grass and other shit I didn’t know the name of. Quite diverse, though.

Let’s see, past the jungle, I could see mountains jutting out from the canopy. One mountain looked like a volcano sort of, but I wasn’t too sure. All in all, it looked like we were on an undeveloped island. Great, I thought to myself. I’m fucking Gilligan, stuck on an island with hundreds of other people. At least giantess Mary Ann is hot.

“See it yet?”

See what? I kept looking, and I didn’t know what the hell she was talking about. There were a lot of murmurs coming from the downsizers, but none dared to speak up.

The giantess grunted. She took a step toward the boundary where the beach ended and green vegetation began. The giantess brought her feet into the jungle and slipped her toes between a palm tree so that her big and second toe hooked into it. She then scrunched her toes and yanked the tree out of the ground.

She then swung her leg around towards us and then splayed her toes. The palm tree fell in front of us with a thud, releasing a few coconuts. I pushed my way through the crowd to get a better look at the palm tree. Its stem was severely bruised and squished from where the toes gripped it. That shit alone took my breath away. If she could do that to a tree, then what could she do to a downsizer—

“See it now?”

I just wanted to yell ‘See what?’ back at her. It was just a fucking palm tree. I think the part that irked me was how frustrated she was with us. Like we weren’t seeing something so obvious—

“Oh, shit. Why is the tree small?” I muttered.

Those around me heard that. The palm tree was perfectly scaled for us, and so was the sand under our feet. The mountains in the background … I mean, they were huge and soared into the sky, but they matched our perspective.

I kept up with downsizing technology news for quite a while and knew quite a bit about it. Downsize machines could shrink humans and some animals if engineers designed the machine for a specific species. But inorganic material like sand and rocks were not possible. Hell, scientists haven’t been able to downsize grass, trees, or other plant life. Something about the photosynthesis. But fucking mountains and terrain! None of this was possible. Unless—

“I feel like a giant here,” the human said. “I think I might be a giant and you all are human height now.”

This revelation both elated and frightened me. For one, I wasn’t downsized anymore! I didn’t want to be fucking downsized in the first place! Some assholes kidnapped and shrunk me. So, to be human again was fucking awesome. But why was the human a giant? Like, literally a giant? Did something grow us together?

“You let them out?”

I heard the rumbling of the giant before I saw him. We all turned our heads towards him. He looked fit, with broad shoulders and a tightly trimmed haircut.

“Yeah, I let them out,” the giantess said, almost offended by the question.

He looked down at us. “Fuck,” he said under his breath. “You shouldn’t have done that without me.”

The giantess lifted a brow. “I must be hearing things. You tellin’ me what I can or can’t do?”

“No. Never mind.”

“No. Not never mind.” She mocked his voice. “Fucking tell me.”

I was confused by the statement from the giant as well, as I’m sure all the downsizers were. Why did he have to be around to free us? We were locked in those damn containers all night.

Looking back at the transport carriers, each one was a different size, with the smallest being half the size of the one I came out of. I couldn’t see why the giant man would’ve differed from the giantess in opening up the containers. We were all grouped up now. Hundreds of us. All standing around while these behemoths talked about us like we couldn’t speak for ourselves. Like we were kids waiting for the grown-ups to finish talking.

“There’s a number on the outside of each container. I wanted to make sure everyone was accounted for. But it doesn’t matter, I guess.” He closed his eyes and rubbed his face. “Listen, we need to get them water and figure out food.”

“Food?” the giantess asked. “They might be fine. There’s probably a teeny, tiny banana tree they can munch on, but what about us? This tiny shit ain’t gonna feed us.”

“I got some protein bars in my backpack. If we ration it, it’ll last. But you’re right. The island might have enough to sustain the downsizers but not us three. We have an ocean we can fish. Not only will that be enough for us but the downsizers, too.”

“Great,” she said, rolling her eyes. “We have to live off fish smaller than rice now?”

“Who said they’re that small?”

“Look around you! We are giants!”

The giant man looked deep into the island and then back at the woman. “I don’t think we’re giants. We’re humans still.”

“How do you explain this tiny island?” she asked, waving her arms. “Something grew us. That storm had something to do with it. You know I’m right! We’re fucking giants and them—” She pointed at us. “They’re humans now. It’s going to be crazy when the rescuers come looking for us.”

The giant shook his head. “It’s impossible we grew.”

“It’s impossible this island is tiny.”

The giantess crossed her arms, glaring at the giant, but he didn’t seem to notice her dissatisfaction in his answer. “Where’s the girl?”

“Girl? Oh. Kiernan. She told me her name is Kiernan. She wanted to look for a freshwater source, so she hiked deeper into the island.” He pointed off to an area behind him.

Kiernan. That name echoed in my head over and over. I had to find her! Holy shit, my mind couldn’t think straight. I didn’t give a fuck about what happened to me in the past week. Kidnapped to downsized, stuck on a deserted isle and having to survive until help came along … None of that shit mattered. I wanted to find Kiernan and get to know her. If she lived up to my expectations …

While the giants spoke, I slipped from the group and headed up to the dense vegetation. I think some of the downsizers called out to me, but I didn’t give a fuck about them. I wanted to find Kiernan.

 


Lucia - Observations

===

I know many people that would cave under pressure if they were in my wet, sand-filled shoes. Months of meticulous planning going down the drain and presented with a new challenge that could mean life or death—stressful? Sure. For normal people.

I sat on the beach and took off my white Keds and socks. The sand felt nice under my bare feet and made me forget for a second that the DPS shrank me and my compatriots the other day. It didn’t feel like I shrunk. The trees casting their shade over me, the sand stuck between my toes, the branches, twigs, grass—everything was scaled perfectly to me. A lot of us were questioning if we even got downsized. Maybe the three humans got … I don’t know, upsized or some shit. But that didn’t exist.

“I ain’t seen you before,” a man said, walking up to me. He looked … seasoned. Skin so tan it was leathery, with age marks all around his face. “Where’d you work out of?”

“Main,” I said, stuffing my socks into my shoes and setting them beside me. I stretched out my legs and leaned back, looking at the beach. People were wandering around, exploring their immediate surroundings. “Only started five weeks ago. My timing was perfect, huh?”

The man had a gritty life. “That shit’s too funny. Detained ‘n Downsized, and you ain’t got shit to show for it.”

“I guess not. But at least we’re out and not heading for jail, amirite?”

“For real,” he said. I could feel his eyes looking up and down my body, spending a little too much time on my feet. “What’s your name, pretty lady?”

“Lucia Argento.”

“I’ll call you Lucy.”

“I prefer you didn’t.”

“So, Lucy, you wanna mess around?”

Ugh. “Don’t know what you mean by that, but if you’re talking—”

“Fuck.”

“—about messing around by drawing a funny face in the sand. I think I’m down.”

“I meant fucking,” he said, squatting down, his knees cracking.

“You don’t need me that for that. Just go back there,” I said, pointing over my shoulder with my thumb into the jungle, “and go fuck yourself.”

“I was being nice by askin’ and all. I can just drag you over there with no problem. Tiny thing like you.”

I balled my hands into a fist and was ready to throw down when we felt a rumbling in the sand under us. The palms whipped and vibrated from the steps of a giant. We both look over and see the male giant coming up to us.

“Am I interrupting anything?” the human said.

I could’ve melted right there. The sun was right behind his head, giving off this halo effect that made him look like a god. His white shirt complimented his olive skin, which was a tad lighter than mine. He had a strong chin with a stubble and windswept brown hair off to the side. If he asked to mess around—well, my answer would’ve been a resounding “Fuck yes.”

“No!” the downsized man next to me said.

“Are you sure?” the human asked. “Things look a lot different from up here.”

“We’re fine,” I said up to the human. I turned to the scumbag next to me. “Ain’t that right?”

Scumbag grunted.

“We found some fresh water in our supplies. You should head over to the others and drink up before the humans do.”

Scumbag nodded and walked alone towards the giantess in the distant.

“Aren’t you going over?” he asked me.

“You’re so …” Hot! “My name is Lucy.” I giggled like a dumb high school girl. “What’s your name, mister?”

He rolled his eyes, but had a small smirk to show it was playful. “My name is Sebastion. But you can call me—”

“Seb?” I shouted.

“Sure.”

“So, Seb, want to mess around?” I was laughing. His reaction was priceless, but I can see him trying not to crack.

“Lucy, please go get some water. You sound a little delirious.”

“I’m not! I just want to know you a little better, is all! So, are you human or a giant, Seb?”

He squatted down until his knees impacted the sand like a pair of meteorites. A plume of sand whipped past my feet and legs. God! I loved his power.

“I’m human.”

“But why is this island tiny, Seb? Isn’t it more probable that you’re a giant than this island being shrunk?”

“I honestly don’t know why this island exists the way it does.” He took a breath while looking at the island behind my back. It gave me a peaceful moment to admire his body and let my mind wander towards naughty thoughts about him. “But that isn’t important right now. We need to survive. And that means you getting water right now.”

-

I trekked through the sand while he headed off to the torn raft further down the beach, putting an insane amount of distance with every step he took. I’m not all that smart when it comes to rafts, but I could tell it was one of those orange inflatable ones. Certainly, big enough for three humans and the containers we downsizers were in.

Seb held up the raft in front of him like a bedsheet. A gash ran across it, deflating it to a hunk of rubber. One thing was for certain, we weren’t leaving back on that thing unless they seriously repaired.

“Holy shit!” the giantess said. She held a water bottle in one hand and had the other held out in exasperation. “Are you all pigs or people? Drink the water and move out da way. Don’t shove your faces in it like a horse trough.” Then, under her breath, she said, “Motherfuckers.”

She used the lid from the thermos and turned it upside down, digging it halfway into the sand. It … well, it looked like a horse trough. She filled it with water while the downsizers came up to it to drink. The giantess yelled at us to form a line and wait our turn to drink. She didn’t like everyone clamoring over the upside-down lid.

“Okay, you had enough. Move!” She used her index finger to shove downsizers during the middle of a drink into the sand. As soon as they were out of the way, the next downsizer in the queue came up and dunked their face in for some refreshing water. “If you want more, get to the back of the line!” She shoveled up the downsizer in the sand with her index finger and catapulted him back to his feet. It seemed a little rough.

Couldn’t argue with results. She whipped up order among the 300 downsizers in a second. There was a long line for water and people drank fast, only to run back to the end of the line quickly, instead of trying her patience.

“How’s it going, Fleur?” Seb asked, walking up to the black giantess.

“Awful.” She shoved the thermos into his chest. “Listen, I don’t have time to play nanny for these tinies. I need to take a piss.”

“Okay, well, careful where you go. We don’t want to contaminate the island by going just anywhere.”

“Contaminate?” Fleur asked. She rolled her eyes and looked like she was stopping herself from saying something extra. “Whatever,” she said finally. “I’ll just take a piss in the ocean.”

She turned her back to us, unbuttoned her pants, and then pulled them down to her ankles. She was wearing orange panties that got swallowed up by her enormous ass cheeks. I’m not into girls, but I couldn’t help but admire her two full moons. They didn’t sag at all. Perfectly round and meaty. The kind of ass that came from both blessed genetics and working out.

A pang in my gut made me wince when I saw Seb staring at her rear end. He didn’t move a muscle as he watched this ebony goddess walk away from to the far side of the beach. Her booming footsteps faded as she faded into the waters.

I got out of my place and line walked towards Seb, who was still looking out towards the horizon where Fleur went. I wasn’t paying attention to my steps as my eyes were on the giant. It made me super uncomfortable to think he found the giantess attractive when he could have me, if he only asked.

I guess I should’ve looked at my steps, because before I knew it, I fell forward into a crater on the beach. My face hit the sand hard. And it wasn’t that soft beach sand from Mexico. It was that compacted sand you’d find at a construction site where heavy vehicles drive over. I pushed myself off the ground and looked at my surroundings. I was in one of Fleur’s footprints.

Her heel, actually. It was deep, like three feet at its deepest point. That was probably the moment I felt small. I got up and dusted myself. I walked like six paces across her footprint until I reached the spot where her toes were. It wasn’t a perfect print, since it was disfigured when she took a step. But I could see a small divot where her pinkie toe was. I placed my own foot on it for comparison. Yeah … I was small. Her pinkie toe dwarfed both my feet.

I climbed out of the footprint and yelled over at Seb. I waved my arms and shouted until he took off his eyes from the siren, taking a piss in the ocean.

“Huh?” he said, turning to look down at me. “Oh, did you get a drink?”

“Not yet,” I said. “Umm …” I giggled, not realizing I didn’t have anything to say. “We need more water. I think. How are you doing, Seb?”

“More water? Oh, right.”

He stepped around me and filled the cap with more water until it was full. He saw the long line of downsizers waiting to get a drink, while it took me another couple of minutes to catch up by walking around him.

“There’s plenty of space around,” he said. “You don’t have to line up like that.”

“Hey, S-seb?” I had my hands behind my back as I swayed my hips, trying to look extra cute to the giant. “I need to use the lady’s room, too.”

“Oh. Lucy, right?” He set the large thermos in the sand, looking like a water tower. “I don’t have a toilet for you. Can’t you use the ocean? Or just walk in the woods—”

“Seb! I’m a lady.” I felt my voice quivering as I talked. I knew some of the downsizers, if not all, were listening in. “Can you … I don’t know. Escort me? I’ll feel safer with you.”

He sighed. “I—”

“Just this one time!” I interrupted him. “Please?”

His eyes scanned the other downsizers. “Fine. But just this one time.”

-

I laid my back across his strong, rugged palm. My hands were behind my head as I looked up at him as he gave me a ride hundreds of feet in the air. The ride was smooth, but his booming steps shook his hand and rattled my teeth. I loved it! Hearing the trees crushing under his feet and his weight tearing through the Earth made me feel so giddy. I’ve waited for this moment for ages.

“Not a good idea to being this, Lucy,” he said.

“No?”

“No.”

“Oh,” I said. He had an annoyed look on his face while he watched where he stepped. He didn’t even glance at me. “Are you mad at me, Seb?”

“I’m not mad.”

There was silence between us until he found a spot to settle down.

“Because it sounds like you’re mad,” I said. The silence was worse than his curt replies.

“Go pee, please.” He lowered his hand to the ground in a clearing surrounded by trees. “When we get back, you’ll go mix with the other downsizers. We’re not friends, okay?”

I slid off his palm and bowed my head. I fidgeted with my fingers as I processed his words. They weren’t mean. He was looking out for me. But boy, did his words sting.

“We’re alone, Seb. Can we—”

“Stop.” He held up a finger. “Pee and let’s get going.”

“Why are you treating me like a dog?” I asked, fighting back real tears.

“I …” He closed his eyes and shook his head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say it like that. But Lucy, I can’t show you any favoritism. I got 300 plus downsizers out there, and if they see me giving you special treatment …” He shook his head slowly and looked away. Seb reminded me of a big, cuddly bear that was just looking out for me.

“Okay.” I unbuckled my pants and dropped them. He looked away and put a hand up to respectfully not stare at me. “You don’t want to watch? You couldn’t keep your eyes off Fleur.”

“This is different, Lucy, and you know it.”

-

He brought me back to the other downsizers and set me near the water. I could see what Seb was talking about. They were all giving me different looks.

“What was all that about?” Jean-Claude asked me. The man worked upper management at the main site.

“Doing what I do best,” I said to him as I dunked my head into the water trough. The cool water felt refreshing against my dry throat. “I’m working my charm on him.”

“Why? What do you suspect?”

“Don’t know yet. He seems harmless, but it wouldn’t hurt having a human on our side, huh?”

Jean-Claude rubbed his chin. He took a long breath before releasing it through his nose. He gave me a scowl the more he thought.

“Would you lighten up?” I asked. “I’m not going to tell him about us—about all of us.”

“See that you don’t. You should stop talking to him, though.”

“Fuck that noise. Give me a little more time and you’ll see. Through that human, we can run this island.”

He shook his head and rolled his eyes. “You think we are going to be here long? There must be thousands of search and rescue looking for us.”

“Whatever. Cling to that hope if you must. I know what I’m doing.”



Ellis - Lost Puppy

Word Count: 8793
Added: 03/16/2025
Updated: 04/05/2025


Ellis - Lost Puppy

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The air was motionless in the jungle. The trees, bushes, and hilly landscape trapped air inside the jungle like a bathroom after a steamy shower. I felt the condensation on my arms and torso, my shirt sticking to my damp skin like cellophane. My pace through the jungle was somewhere between speed walking and a brisk jog. I didn’t want to waste all my energy chasing the giant woman, especially not before I got some water, but I also didn’t want her to get too far.

The trees hung high overhead and provided so much shade in some spots that it became dark as night. I came to a distinct opening in the jungle where the sun shone through a fog of misty humidity. I jumped into the valley within the trees, which was long and narrow like a bus. As I walked, I noticed the ground was springy and made of mashed up trees and vegetation.

“Kiernan,” I said, my voice added to the symphony of bird calls around me.

The trees in front of me were broken and pushed backwards, growing at a forty-five-degree angle. I laughed at myself and shook my head. It’s a weird habit of mine when I get nervous. I force a laugh to fill the air and pretend I’m not bothered. Kiernan was here, and I was standing in her footprint.

She had crushed and compacted thousands of pounds of jungle vegetation into a springy mash. Some branches and leaves stuck out from the compact mass like hands digging out of a grave. The trees growing at an angle were caused by her taking a step forward, with her not attempting to lift her foot above the canopy but her kicking into the jungle as if they were long growing grass.

The surrounding destruction was like something from a battlefield, but I had to remind myself that this was a footstep from Kiernan. The girl I knew nothing about but had a strong desire to meet. Doubt seeped into my mind, and I wondered if I should introduce myself to the giant woman or not.

I kept moving forward. It would confuse many people, I know. Why race towards a giant who leaves behind such destruction? An idle walk wrecked this part of the jungle. What could she do if she tried being destructive? Further, I didn’t know if she was cool with downsizers or not. I wasn’t sure if she’d want to be bothered by one or do something harmful to me.

But I had to know.

If I didn’t talk to Kiernan, it would eat at me for the rest of my life. I wasn’t even in love with her or expecting anything romantic between us. A talk. That’s all I wanted. If she had a shit personality or was dumb as rocks, an insufferable valley girl, or an obnoxious sizeist—at least I would know.

-

I followed her footsteps through the jungle, and fortunately for me, the trees became sparser the longer I followed the trail. It came to the point where I could see the next destructive footstep through the inference pattern created by the trees in front of me.

Eventually, I reached a steep hill that I had to use my hands and feet to scale up. I really needed to find water soon, because my mouth became drier than the Sahara, and I was sweating an awful lot. I heard a few sounds that gave me hope: splashing water and soft singing.

“Red roses too.”

Holy shit, that voice was hauntingly beautiful. Kiernan sang to herself close to where I was. I felt a surge of energy help me crest the hill and stop at the peak between two palm trees. I caught my breath as I watched her from afar on top of this partially obscured hill.

“I see them bloom.”

She sat on her ankles at the shore of the lake. With both her hands together, her palms cupped, she scooped up a swimming pool's worth of water in her hands and brought it to her lips. After unloading a waterfall of lake water down her throat, she continued singing.

“And I think to myself.”

The sight of her left me in awe. Kiernan splashed some water on her neck, letting it roll down under the collar of her gray tank top and onto her cleavage. On top of her tank, she wore a khaki shirt that had two breast pockets and a row of buttons, something like you’d see an avid hiker wear. The top of her shirt was unbuttoned, and the bottom flaps of her shirt were tied together, high on her torso, showing off her slim, bare midriff.

Kiernan stood up. Her stature surpassed the canopy of the jungle. I tried thinking about the other giants on the island. That guy was the tallest, followed by the other giant woman, but not by much. Kiernan was far more petite than the other two but still gigantic in her own right. Kiernan put on a small backpack and adjusted it, rotating so I could see her profile better. She might’ve been petite, but her ass was not. She filled in her dark olive-green shorts to the brim.

“… what a wonderful world,” I sang to myself.

Kiernan hummed to herself as she set off again, walking alongside the shore before bulldozing into the jungle and heading deeper in. Fuck! I got so close, but she was already a five-minute sprint away from me in a second.

I raced down the hill, jumped, and cleared the toe section of the footprint she left behind with her hiking boots to reach the shore of the lake. I dunked my head into the water and drank deeply while also cooling down my red-hot face. With my belly full of water, I brushed my longish hair back and followed Kiernan back into the jungle, leading me deeper into the island.

-

It was sort of neat experiencing the different ecosystems on the island as I hiked. Some parts of the island were full of palm-type vegetation, while others reminded him more of a forest than a wet jungle. I stopped and rested on a huge tree root that stuck out of the ground and sat on it like a bench. Chasing a giant woman on foot was tough work. I also became concerned that her trail was running cold. I know, I know. How did I lose track of a giant plowing through a forest? It should’ve been the easiest trail in the world to follow.

When I walked a little further out, I made it out of the forest and onto a green field of grass blowing in the Pacific trade winds. It was a hilly valley surrounded by mountains that had a lot of trees growing on its slopes. I looked for any signs of Kiernan and found none. She either disappeared or I was lost. I guess my tracking abilities were shit.

I placed my hands on my hips and thought about my next move. With no signs of Kiernan, I thought about my options: wander around and hope I bump into her or turn back and return to the others. As much as I wanted to find the giant woman, getting more lost and possibly killed trying to survive the elements on my own seemed stupid.

So, I turned around to head back.

And that’s when I bumped into her.

Kiernan’s face was right in front of me, blocking my path. She was lying on the ground, belly down, chin resting on her folded hands, looking down right at me while wearing a smirk. I stepped back and stared up at her, awestruck.

She was so fucking huge.

Her face was like the side of a barn with eyes larger than those yoga stability balls. Kiernan’s eyes slightly narrowed as she focused on me with a smile hidden behind her subtly upturned lips. Her short haircut went just past her chin and framed her pretty face between bleached blond strands of hair that waterfalled around the soft features of her face.

“Well, well, well,” she said with a lilt in her voice. I could tell she tried to keep her voice down, but the shockwave from her vocal cords hit me like a truck. My ears tried adjusting to her volume. “My sixth sense was right. Looks like a little puppy got lost and started following me.”

My hands trembled as her voice sounded like speakers from a concert hall all pointed right at me. I didn’t sense any malice in her tone, but I couldn’t help getting all intimidated by the force of nature she was. The gusts of wind from her breath alone almost threw me off balance. When she noticed my shocked silence at her sudden appearance, I could tell she reconsidered both her word choice and volume.

“I’m sorry.” She closed her eyes and shook her head in shame. “Didn’t mean to call you a little puppy. That wasn’t nice of me.”

I took my shot. “Don’t be sorry. You’re kinda right, anyway. I was sniffing around for the sweetest thing on this island, and it led me to you. The nose knows, am I right?”

I could tell that my words surprised and intrigued Kiernan. She lifted her head from her hands and loomed high above me like a three-story building.

“Are you saying I smell?”

I held my ground despite feeling like I was standing beneath a redwood that was about to collapse on me. She tilted her face and forced a faux frown. Intimidating and cute—an odd combination that sparked something deep within me.

“I’m just saying it pays to have good instincts.” I tapped my nose. “And mine told me to follow the one human that’s exploring the island, instead of the other two at the beach that seem lost as hell. But anyway, if you’re self-conscious about the smell thing, let me just say your perfume beats anything I’ve smelled on this island.”

Kiernan grinned. Internally, I sighed in relief. It seemed like whether they were 5’2” or 186 feet tall, talking to women of different statures was the same. She rested her chin back down on her folded hands and really examined me with her radiant brown eyes. I heard the jungle snapping and crunching as she shifted her weight and lifted her feet up in the air. Behind her head, I could see the soles of her hiking boots swaying back and forth. I saw two-foot-wide tree trunks mangled and wedged into the treads of her boots. I couldn’t stop staring as she crossed her legs at the ankle and casually displayed the result of her apocalyptic walk with a gentle sway.

"Are all downsizers this charming, or did I just get lucky with my stalker?" One side of her lips rose upwards.

“Hmm, I’m more of an ‘adventurer’ than ‘stalker.’ And to answer your question, most downsizers like to lock themselves up in their community and never interact with a human. Me, on the other hand, would rather get out there and interact with humans. I find charming a human as exciting as taming a lion.”

“Don’t you mean lioness?” she asked with a tilt of her head and a mischievous gleam in her eye.

“Yeah …” Her cuteness overloaded my senses, and I just stood there, staring up at her, all starstruck. 

“So this smelly lioness has a question for you—what are you doing out here?”

“I told you—I came out looking for you.”

“Really? Not afraid my claws might pounce on a defenseless downsizer in the middle of nowhere?” Kiernan lifted her right hand with all five digits pointed at me like she was going to paw at me. She made a high-pitched rawr sound that only someone with her youthfulness and loveable personality could make. 

I stood my ground, giddy on the inside, but with a confident veneer on the outside. “I’m not afraid! Not when I got my trusty bullwhip by my side.” I felt around my hip and acted like I misplaced something. “Where the fuck did my whip go? Have you seen it?”

“Nothing to defend yourself with?” 

If my eyes were closed, I would’ve practically heard the smile in her speech. 

“Now’s my chance!” she said with another kitten’s roar. 

Her hands pounced towards me like a cobra strike. Her hands were large enough to comfortably palm an SUV. Having such a gigantic object come barreling towards me at the speed of a high-speed train made my heart pound in my chest like a madman in a padded room. My body’s instincts took over, and I jumped backwards, almost missing her fingers.

I guess she misjudged her gesture and my inability to react fast, like an insect or rodent. Her index and middle finger forked around my body. Her middle finger brushed against my side in slow-motion. I placed my hands on top of the first knuckle of her middle finger like I was taming a wild stallion and looked up at her. We locked eyes. 

The touch was electrifying. 

My God, even magnified thirty-six times over. Her creamy skin was smooth and yielding, but contained more strength than my entire body combined. I felt myself holding her finger in place by my hip. This moment lasted maybe a second? But it felt like time froze over. She didn’t remove her finger until I let go.

I wanted to ask if she felt what I felt, but she spoke up before I had a chance.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to touch you like that.”

Please don’t say that! “You’re lucky I was unarmed! If I had my whip, imagine the stinging pain you’d have on your hand right now!”

“Oh, I’ve been bitten by a mosquito before; I can imagine.”

I lost it and laughed loudly, her joining me a second later.

“We’ll have to find you a whip,” she said. “But you have to promise me you’ll be careful with such a dangerous weapon.”

“Well, if you behave, I wouldn’t have to whip ya, now would I?” I held out my hands and cocked my head. 

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” I saw her bite her lower lip. I felt my face flush and my heart ache for her. “What’s your name, tiny adventurer?”

“Ellis.”

“Nice to meet you, Ellis. My name is Kie—”

“Kiernan. I know.”

“And you said you aren't a stalker?”

I laughed. “It’s on your nametag!”

She furrowed her brows in a confused gesture before looking down at her shirt giving me the briefest glimpse of her cleavage. 

“Ah! Made you look,” I said in an exaggerated voice while pointing at her.

She had that look that was between humored and embarrassed. When she noticed my eyes were looking down at her chest, she gave me a smug smirk. I swear she held up her upper-body a little longer than necessary so I could get a really good look before setting back down on the ground. 

“Nice one,” she said. “But c’mon, how’d you know my name?”

“The other giants mentioned it before I ran looking for you,” I said. “Hey, don’t get mad at me—I want to team up with you. Help you explore the island and stuff.”

“I’m not mad. But you do know a downsizer would slow me down, right?”

Au contraire mon ami, I can be a gigantic help to you, Kiernan.”

She lowered her chin back on her folded hands and leaned closer to me. She seemed … content. Not annoyed by my presence but interested. “I’ll bite. Tell me how you can help me and not slow me down.”

Shoot. I hadn’t thought that far ahead. I could sense Kiernan was having a fun time with me and wanted to hear more of what I had to say. She made it easy, after all. Talking to Kiernan was like talking to a friend I’ve known all my life. The words came out effortlessly earlier, with me almost—almost—forgetting I was the size of a shot glass to her.

“Well, uh,” I stammered as her eyes bore down on me. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she liked my slight show of jitters. “Well, you need me to come exploring with you. Don’t you know what they say about downsized explorers?”

“No, what do they say?”

“‘The smaller the explorer, the bigger the discoveries.’” 

“I’ve never heard that before.”

“Really? I’ve read it in a scientific journal. Or was it a book? … could’ve been a Tumblr post—actually, I remember! I just made it up, just now. But remind me to post this on my blog when we get off this island. My tens of viewers will love it!” 

Her smile was so fucking infectious. As her lips parted to show me her perfect rows of teeth as large as couch cushions, I couldn’t help but smile back at her. A pattering of soft giggles escaped her as she regarded me.

“Okay. Yeah, I am exploring the island. Maybe you could bring me some luck with your big discoveries.”

“Oh, for sure. Think of me as your lucky rabbit’s foot.”

“Ooo, I can tie you up and keep you around my waistband like a keychain.”

Bouncing against your short-shorts and your supple legs? Oh, fuck yeah, please, please. I’ll fucking do it! “I mean, I guess you could do that.”

“Other than acting as a good luck charm, what else can you help me with?” she asked, listing her head to one side.

“Wait, are you interviewing me?”

“Sounds like it.” She giggled. “I have a position opened for one adventurer. But I gotta tell ya—not looking so hot for you right now.”

“Ah, so you’re looking for some qualifications.” I cleared my throat and adjusted my non-existent tie around my neck. “Well, I work too hard. I have excellent attention to detail. I can see stuff that you, as a giant, can’t see. Also, I don’t mind working on weekends.”

“Good to know!” she said, her voice dropping to a softer, warmer tone. “Because I like to see just how much my little employees can … handle.”

“I see. Well, Kiernan, I have a few interview questions myself. One—”

She moved faster than I could react. Before I knew it, she set an index finger in front of me, her digit sinking into the dirt. Her finger alone was as long as I was tall. I looked at all the wrinkles and creases on her finger, each one telling a story. Her bare fingernails were pristine and reflective like a matte painting. I wasn’t sure what her intentions were with putting her finger down, but it shut me up. The simple gesture conveyed so much power that it had me wondering if I was downsized or if she was a giant.

“I’m sorry, but I haven’t finished asking my interview questions.”

“My apologies.” I bowed my head.

“So polite, thank you! Okay, okay, tell me … This tiny island isn’t challenging for me to explore on my own. So what can you do that I can’t?”

“Well, you just said it. Tiny island!” I paced side to side, her eyes following me like a portrait. “We find a cave that’s too small for you but big enough for me. You send me in, and I can report back what I find.”

“Spelunking?” She tapped her chin with a finger.

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m sure I can fit into tight spaces that even your fingers can’t get into.”

Her face turned a shade of red from embarrassment. “You’re telling me … you can reach places my fingers can’t?”

“I like how you put it,” I said. “Spelunking. Like those wet caves, too. I don’t get claustrophobic, so I can crawl deep inside with no problem.”

She wiped beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Her lips looked parch with how much she was licking them. She looked away and tried to compose herself. Clearing her throat, she said, “That’s a … haha. That’s a really specific skill, Ellis.”

“Really?” I placed my hands on my hip. “But you think that could help you out, right? Like if you get in a jam or you’re trying to scratch that itch … of exploring a cave you can’t reach. I bet it would be maddening not being able to do it yourself—and then you’d wish I was around! Because I told you: tight, wet caves don’t bother me. I can hold my breath long, too! Look. Count when I take a breath.”

“Ellis!” She smiled from ear-to-ear. “I-I get the point.”

“You do? That’s awesome. Because I loved exploring caves as a kid. Stalagmites and stalactites are so cool to encounter. Bats and other creatures don’t bother me either.”

“Wait, are you really talking about caves?”

“Um, yeah. What are you talking about?”

She was beet red. She pursed her lips and looked so embarrassed that it took all my willpower not to burst out laughing.

“Nothing,” she said. “I was hoping you were—oh, never mind.”

Hoping? My next words were a gamble, but I went with my gut. “My skills are transferable, Kiernan. Buy me dinner and a drink, and I’m sure there are some personal caves I could explore with you.”

Kiernan’s eyes twinkled as she hooked her hair behind her right ear. She didn’t say a word as she looked down at me with playful curiosity. I no longer felt nervous, nor did I doubt myself. I trusted my gut, and I was rewarded with meeting such a wonderful woman.

“I think I’ll hire you, Ellis.” Her tremendous voice, which could rattle the glass windows on a skyscraper, no longer intimidated me but comforted me. “For a probationary period. It wouldn’t hurt to have a little downsizer with me, keeping me company, exploring stuff I can’t reach. … Maybe some other things.”

“You won’t regret it!”

“I don’t think I will,” she said with a tender smile. “Okay, but here’s the deal, Ellis.” Her tone changed to almost business-like. “You’re going to tag along with me, but I think I walk faster than you.”

“I’ll say.”

“Instead of waiting on you, I think I should carry you with me—but only if you’re cool with it.”

“I am.”

“Wait!” she said with a giggle. “You don’t even know if I have an MHIP or not.”

It was my turn to laugh. “I don’t think that matters on a deserted island! I give you all my consent, Kiernan. Snatch me up and tie me to your belt like you said earlier. I’m cool with that.”

“You’re not a little accessory. I’ll carry you in my hand. Oh wait, hang on, my back hurts from lying like this.”

She lowered her legs onto the jungle. Snapping timber and tons of earth being bulldozed under her filled my ears. I could smell the fresh bark and wet roots of trees fill the air as Kiernan pushed herself up to a seated position. Her bare right leg swung over my head and landed beside me while she bent her other leg so that the sole of her left foot pointed at her thigh.

Both her hands grabbed her shimmering hair and pulled it back, her fingers taking a moment to scratch her scalp. And I stood in the middle of it all. Her left ankle in front of me, her right thigh to my left. Her statuesque body rising above the canopy of trees like a lost ancient monument. Was I supposed to drop to my knees? Because to me, she was Aphrodite in the flesh.

In the background, tree branches fell after giving up from Kiernan’s destructive body. I felt a slight breeze, coated in her sweaty scent, hit me. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t affect me. I felt myself becoming … excited as her presence assaulted my senses.

“I’ve passed my MHIP with flying colors and I’ve held my old college roommate when I visited her downsize community, Little La Jolla, in San Diego,” she said. “I’ve been told I’m an excellent downsize holder.”

“The interview is over, Kiernan,” I said. “You don’t have to prove anything. I give you my consent.”

“I know, but without our phones to verify my MHIP, how can you trust me?”

I shrugged. “Going with my gut.”

She gave me a side-eye look while she fished for something in her backpack that she brought to her side. A mattress-sized red scrunchie appeared in her hands. She pulled her bleached blonde hair back and made a ponytail in a few moves.

“Your gut ever steer you wrong?” she asked. A single errant lock of hair fell over her right eye. A single hurricane-force puff of air pushed it over to the side of her pretty face.

“I got good instincts,” I said, puffing out my chest and giving her a smirk. “May I ask what you do, Kiernan?”

“I’m an environmental scientist,” she said, hunching over and resting her hands on her lap.

“See, my instincts were right about you! I could tell you care about others and the nature that surrounds us.”

She laughed. “You got that from my occupation?”

“Kinda like a doctor, no? Why become an environmental scientist if you didn’t care about things bigger than you?”

“Well, at the moment, nothing seems bigger than me.” She lowered her hand and placed it next to me.

I snorted.

“What?” she asked with a smile, wanting to get in on the joke.

“Environmental scientist … You just destroyed this ecosystem by lying down.”

She rolled her eyes and slightly shook her head. “Might seem like that, but it doesn’t hurt to promote new growth by taking out some of these older vegetations. New flora will grow, accelerated by the nutrients left over by their brethren, taken down by little ol’ me.”

“Nice.” I nodded and looked around me. “Hey, since this stuff is up your alley. Do you know why everything is small compared to you? Not like a downsizing machine did this.”

“Hmm.” She pouted as her eyes looked up and to the side.

“Do you think there are animals on this island?”

Kiernan lowered her right hand until it was by my side as an invitation. I looked at the massive whorls that made up her palm print like a pattern on an arcade carpet. At our scale differences, I could see invisible details like the nicks and scratches from the past few days. Over at the digit of her pinkie was a white line cutting through her lovely print like a river through a forest. The cut was in the later stages of healing and probably caused by something inconsequential but would’ve been a huge gash were it on me.

I guessed Kiernan had some sunblock in her bag, because of her hand’s scent profile. It was that unmistakable clinical smell of sunblock, laced with coconut and other tropical flavorings, topped with oils. But there was another smell. I looked up at Kiernan’s cute face as I took a deep breath through my nose. I began to recognize and pick out her scent from everything going on in my surroundings. It was uniquely Kiernan. A fire lit under my pants the more I looked and absorbed her scent.

The biggest urban legend I heard growing up is how disgusted downsizers get by humans because of how everything is magnified. Their appearance is grotesque, their smells are overpowering, and downsizers catch them doing embarrassing shit all the time like picking their nose.

None of those urban legends applied to Kiernan.

I placed my palm on her thumb. She let me push it back and examine it with my eyes. I couldn’t get past being amazed by her print. Baby zebras recognize their mothers through the black and white patterns on their coats. I thought I was already at the point where I’d recognize Kiernan just from her thumb print because of how personal I made it.

“I can feel your heartbeat,” I said to her.

Under my hands, I could feel the thrum-thrum, pause, thrum-thrum of her heart pumping millions of gallons of her warm blood. I never let go of her hand as I walked to her palm, like a car enthusiast feeling the curves of a red sports car on his way to the driver’s seat. She was so fucking big. Jumping onto her palm was like jumping on a stack of four mattresses. I rolled over until my ass was dead center.

It was like the anticipation you get before riding a thrilling roller coaster. I sat there with no restraints in the palm of a giant I—foolishly?—placed all my trust in. I gave Kiernan a nod, and she lifted me up to her face. It was a smooth elevator ride up, so smooth that I hardly felt any gravitational forces on the ride up.

“I can see you better now.” The blast from her breath swept my long hair back.

“I’m beating your expectations, huh?”

She scrunched up her face. “I was hoping you’d be taller.”

“And I thought you’d be shorter. I guess we both catfished each other, huh?”

“Yeah, but I feel like I got the short end of the stick.”

You got the short end of the stick?” I asked with an exaggerated gesture. “Look at me. If you want to end the date, you can just throw me over your shoulder. If I want to end the date—I don’t. Unless I want to get stepped on.” I laughed, but she frowned.

“Ellis, I would never hurt you or any other downsizer. Wait,” she said, her tone changing, “You want to go on a date with me?”

“Absolutely. I know this nice place by the lake.”

“Bold of you to assume I’d say yes. As your employer, I’d say it’s a conflict of interest dating your big boss.”

“And I’d say nuts to that!”

“You got a point.”

-

Kiernan wore her backpack as she meandered around the island. Despite her being a giant compared to the miniature island; it was still fairly large. Just from my perspective and from what I could see, I’d say it was at least the size of three football fields to Kiernan. There were hills, mountain ranges, a volcano or two, forests, jungles, arid spots, fields, and so on.

Some mountains made Kiernan look small in comparison. The way they jutted out from the island and soared high as impassable cliffs gave them a look of beauty and danger. Kiernan had to walk around these.

“Put me down over there!” I shouted over the sounds of trees, ferns, and bushes crumpling under her hiking boots and pointed at something of interest near the tree line.

Kiernan squatted and set me down with as much grace as a duck gliding into a pond. I jumped off and examined some broken, low-hanging branches and bushes that were disturbed. I grabbed a stick and poked at the ground, my discovery making me smile.

“Kiernan, I found pig shit.”

“Huh?” She sounded so cute.

“Scat. Look! Actually, it’s really small, and you won’t see it, but it’s there! There are probably boars on this island. But—my size.” I tossed the stick down and scratched my head. “What the fuck?” I looked up at her. “Kiernan … I think you’re a giant.”

She shrugged, seemingly not caring about the revelation. “We don’t know that.”

“But … is this some kind of anomaly? Machines can’t shrink things and animals. They can only do humans.”

She lowered her hand back down for me. Without a word, I climbed back on, already feeling the immediate comfort of her presence.

“I think we can deal with all that later,” she said, standing tall again. “We found water and wildlife we can hunt. I think we should tell the others that surviving here is very possible.”

“Damn …”

“Whatsup?”

I looked up at her. She cocked her head and had her massive eyes trained on me. “How many do you think it’ll take?”

“What do you mean?”

“How many boars will it take to make your lunch?”

She giggled. “I might have to find a different food source. I’m interested in not starving, but I can’t wipe out a species on this island for my lunch!”

I don’t know why, but that statement from her hit me hard.

We walked towards the beach where all this began, with her making a quick stop at the lake to refill her water bottle. During the walk back, following her earlier footprints, I told Kiernan to freeze, which she did. She brought her palm close to her face when she noticed I was tracking something in the jungle, and she wanted to align her eyes with mine.

“There,” I said while pointing my hand out. “Do you see it?”

“Where?” She brought her palm even closer to her face. She looked down at my extended arm like the iron sights on a rifle.

“Wild boars. Right there! A whole mess of them that can help feed—”

I turned around to show Kiernan excitedly but misjudged how close she was. My face—my body—slammed into her lips. They weren’t puffed up or waiting for a kiss or anything like that; she was just that close. But when I felt her upper lip against my face, my lips, of their own accord, kissed her back.

They were the softest part of her body I’ve felt yet.

My face sank into hers. Her red supple lips enveloping my face like a cushioned mask. Her distinctive taste and smell overwhelmed me again, leaving me intoxicated. Essence pure de Kiernan, I repeated in my head. If it was a perfume, it would sell millions.

I broke off the kiss in a second. “Kiernan, I’m sorry. It was an accident.”

She made a cutesy frown. “I'd prefer it if it wasn’t an accident.”

“C-can w-we … umm. If you don’t mind, can we try that again?”

I hardly got my words out before she puckered her thick, juicy lips and smothered me again. I pushed back with my body, but her simply squeezing her lips together shoved me off my feet. On my back, her hand tilted, and she kissed me passionately. Lips larger than a doorway kissed every inch of my body. I fought back with my lips and face. Her parted lips released a dam of saliva that coated parts of me like syrup from a maple tree. I transferred some of my saliva onto her lips, but it was a drop in the bucket compared to her slathering kiss.

When she pulled back from the kiss, she was licking her lips and looked down at me with lust-filled eyes. I grabbed a glob of her spit that was on my chest and squeezed it between my fingers while I stared back at her.

“I gotta say, this is the weirdest first-day employee orientation I’ve ever participated in.” I said, leaning back in her palm with my hands behind my head. “Can’t wait for the ethics section of the orientation.”

“It’s right after the confined spaces safety brief,” she said, licking her bottom lip.

I laughed. “I hope you make that briefing entertaining, otherwise I might sleep through it. Practical examples go a long way, Kiernan.”

She blushed! She cleared her throat and said, “Maybe we’ll do it some other time.”

-

Kiernan told the other giants about the discovery of the lake and boars on the island. The hundreds of downsizers scattered across the beach seemed to be relieved by the discovery.

Sebastion, the male giant, said, “Good to hear. We found emergency rations in the downsizer transport carriers. It’ll only last a day, so this is good news. For us humans, I got like a dozen protein bars.”

“Gross,” Fleur said. She was immense, like the man. Maybe only five feet (in my perspective) shorter than he was. The black giant woman wore only jean shorts and an orange bikini top. “We need to find better food. I can’t live off those things.”

“We will,” Seb said. “But they provide the calories we need. He produced a vanilla bar for her in his hands. She begrudgingly accepted.

“Thanks!” Kiernan said, taking another bar from Seb.

The giant eyed me for a second, like he was trying to figure out who I was. I hated that fucking look. I also hated him looking at Kiernan the way he did.

“We’ll figure out how to hunt those boars tomorrow,” Seb said. “I’m sure it’ll be a lot easier to catch them ourselves versus the downsizers.”

“If they want to eat,” Fleur said, “they can hunt their own damn pigs.”

“C’mon, Fleur. It’ll take no time to help them out.”

“Then you do it,” she said.

Seb sighed and nodded. “Fine, I’ll do it.”

-

“What do you think about that giant woman?” I asked Kiernan.

We moved down the beach away from the riff-raff. They had a few bonfires going at the main beach, while Kiernan and I had our own. I sat next to the fire, close to Kiernan’s hip.

“Um, I don’t know. I’ve hardly talked to her.”

“She seems kinda … ornery.”

“Well, I know nothing about her,” she said. “But I always assume the goodness in people first before making opinions. She’s probably stressed about—oh, I don’t know—being stranded on a mysterious island and having to take care of herself and hundreds of downsizers. I’ll give her some more time before I draw opinions about her.”

“Holy shit.”

“What?” she asked, tearing apart her protein bar with her teeth.

“That’s just a really mature, observant thing to say.”

“Scientist, remember? Just my thought process.”

She took a bite of the protein bar and lowered it to me. I grabbed one end of the bar, its width longer than my torso, and took a bite. My face fit inside the groove carved out by Kiernan’s front incisor tooth.

With a chewing mouth, I asked, “And that dude? What do you think about him?”

She shrugged. “Seems like a natural leader to me, so far.”

“Do you like him?”

“Like him?” she asked, looking down at me with a cocked head. “Why would I—oh, wait … don’t tell me you’re jealous.”

“‘Jealous?’ Ha!”

She covered her mouth as she giggled. “It’s okay. You can tell me.”

“I’m not. But competing with a guy that’s over 200 feet tall …”

“There’s no competition! I’m flattered you think there is, but there’s none. Mixed-sized relationships are where it’s at.”

“Yeah?”

“Of course! You know how easy it’ll be to shut you up if you make me mad?” she asked with a huge grin before lowering the bar for me to take another bite. “And if you’re mad at me, one sniff of my shoes, and you’ll be docile as a baby turtle.”

“Ah. So you like the power you have over me.”

“It’s just a joke, Ellis.”

“What do you mean by ‘sniffing your shoes?’ You got a kink I should know about?” I grinned.

“Pheromones.”

“Phera-what?”

“Pheromones?” she asked. “You don’t know about pheromones?”

Was that one of those urban legends I’ve heard about? I tried running back through my memory, but I came up empty-handed. It made me wonder if Kiernan was trying to fuck with me.

“I guess not,” I asked. “What is it?”

“Oh. Chemicals that animals ‘smell’ in different ways than typical smells. Essentially, animals give off pheromones and animals in the same species pick up on the smell with another organ in their body. Notice how I say animals and not humans?”

“Sure?”

“Well, humans still have that organ to pick up pheromones in our nose, but it stopped working thousands of years ago. Thus, pheromones and humans aren’t a thing.”

“And this is the part where you talk about downsizers, huh?”

“Something about the downsizing process activates your ability to pick up on pheromones. That little dormant organ in your nose becomes alert and picks up on human pheromones. And it only works with the smells that come off certain humans and not other downsizers. Fascinating, huh?”

“You’re pulling my leg!” I said, not believing her for a second. “What do these pheromones do?”

“You want to find out?” She smiled.

“Will it hurt?”

She laughed. “No. But it will make you really attached to me.”

“You’re not saying the reason I’m attracted to you because of your smell, are you?”

“Oh, my God!” She looked up at the orange sky as the sun set on the horizon. In the warm colors of the approaching evening and the dancing firelight, she looked breathtaking. “If I stink, you have to tell me.”

I grinned. “You don’t stink, Kiernan.”

“Okay, good.” She shook her head. “But from what I understand, pheromones will make you instantly attracted to me—but like in an animalistic sort of way. You hiking through the jungle, stalking me, joking with me—that was all you. And to be honest, I don’t know if I have pheromones since it’s sort of hit or miss.”

Her massive body pivoted underneath her butt as she turned to face me. Her right boot came crashing down in front of me, with the toe-section only an arm’s length away from me. Sand from the beach mounded around her soles as she shifted her bodyweight. Embers from the bonfire floated between me and Kiernan’s foot, disappearing like fireflies as they illuminated her weathered footwear.

“Want to find out if I got pheromones?” Her smile lit up the night sky.

“How exactly?”

“Smell my feet.”

Give you something good to eat …? I don’t get it.”

She laughed. “I’ve been sweating in these all day. If I got pheromones, they’re going to be most potent on my—”

“I knew it!” I interrupted her. “You’re fucking with me! You just want to trick me into sniffing your feet!”

She rolled her eyes.

“I’m not.” She removed her boot from me. “But I’m a little disappointed. I thought you were a brave adventurer. I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do, so just forget it.”

“Wait, wait …” I made a gesture with my hand to bring her boot back. “Did you just call me a ‘stalker’ earlier?”

“Kind of a delayed reaction.” She brought her boot back and set in the footprint she created earlier in the sand.

“I’ll do this highly scientific experiment with you, Kiernan, so long as you promise not to call me a ‘stalker’ again.”

“Deal!” she said in a giddy tone. She was about to undo her bootlace with both hands but stopped. “Hey, want to try untying my shoe?”

“Sure, why not?”

I climbed over the toe section of the boot and navigated around the laces like rungs on an obstacle course. She double knotted her laces, so I went to work loosening the first knot. I wasn’t out of shape, but I lost my breath trying to undo the outer knot. I think I would’ve had an easier time at the docks, messing with ropes that tied down ships.

Once I got it loose enough, I could shove the lace through the loop and pull it on the other side. Because of how small—scratch that—because how fucking huge she was, I found it easier to grab one-end of the knot and pull on it like a fireman pulls a hose out of a firetruck. I had the lace over my shoulder and walked the length of her boot, undoing the knot completely.

I ran back up and did the same with the other lace. While I struggled, Kiernan rested her chin on her knee and watched me from above in silence. I finished untying her boot, and I hoped that’s all she wanted for me. If she expected me to loosen—

“Okay, now loosen the laces.”

I sighed.

“Anything wrong?” she asked in a warm tone.

“Just need to catch my breath.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it.” Her index finger made a hook and then worked on pulling each pair of lace from her boots. I had to stand back as she loosened all the strands and then pulled back the tongue of her boot.

I jumped off her boot; a little stunned by how high that jump was. My ankles were not expecting that kind of fall. I turned back in time to see Kiernan pulling out her sock-clad foot from her boot. She wasn’t kidding about the sweat. Her white cotton sock was damp and adhered to her foot like a pair of stockings.

“I’m a little excited, are you?” she asked as she hooked a finger into the lip of her sock.

I shrugged.

She peeled off her sock all the way off. Floating bits of cotton getting mixed in from the embers of our fire. Once her sock was off, she brought it to her nose and winced.

“If this doesn’t work, I apologize in advance,” she said with a giggle. She balled her sock and stuffed it into her boot. “Now, take a big whiff, and don’t stop until you fill your lungs.”

“I swear, if this is an elaborate prank,” I said, “then bravo!” I clapped.

She brought her foot down so that her heel dug into the sand and formed a crater. She leveled off her toes, so they matched the height of my face. Wiggling them, I could see them glistening in the light of the fire. Cotton balls stuck to her toes littered her otherwise immaculate foot. I walked over and looked at her big toe intently. Again, those whorls that made up her toe print fascinated me. Tiny details I’ve never thought about when I was a human. With her toes splayed, I held my breath and walked between the crevice between her big and second toe. I leaned in, exhaled, then did what she instructed me to do. I breathed in until I filled my lungs.

-

The smell hit the center of my brain, fogging it and creating a new reality for me. I saw Kiernan in ways I fantasized about, but hadn’t even realized I’d been fantasizing about.

A Grecco white robe, golden arm jewelry, bracelets, rings, and necklaces. The robe was hemmed to show off her cleavage and split down her left leg, showing off her silky long leg.

She sat on a throne and had her legs crossed, her bare feet dangling high above. I say “high above” because she was big. Not 186 feet tall. I mean big. Fucking big. Thousands of feet tall, sitting in a throne with massive Greek columns around, supporting nothing. Were we up in the clouds? The ground was misty white and the sky bare blue. There was a single wall behind her, adorned with a painting of her and golden statues beside the throne.

Down on the floor, in front of her throne and bare feet, were millions of mortals. We were bowing and worshiping her as she regarded us with a tender smile. A red carpet that went down the center of this open-air concept throne room was the size of a sixteen lane highway. There were no worshipers on this carpet.

Except me.

“Come forward, Ellis.” Her voice rattled the marble columns, causing them to quake and make sounds like stones rolling down a mountain. Our ears would’ve ruptured by the tremendous volume of her voice, but somehow—by her will alone—they simply didn’t.

I walked down the red carpet towards her feet. The surrounding mortals were envious that I won favor with Kiernan. Out of anyone she could’ve picked—gods or mortals—she chose me.

I knew I was lucky. I won the jackpot, and I would not fuck it up. My feet carried me to her toe, which was twice my height. She stood up, giving all of us vertigo from the impossibility of her height. In a blink, she shrunk down to match my height. Well, not quite. She was still taller.

“I have one simple command for you,” she whispered in my ear.

“Anything.”

She licked my earlobe before continuing. The humidity of her voice filling my ear canal. “Make love to me—and don’t be gentle.”

A bed materialized behind her. She jumped back and pulled her white robe away from her legs, revealing she was wearing no underwear. I was harder than a diamond. I crawled over the bed on my knees between her legs and leaned in for a kiss.

She smacked my outer thigh. “Don’t be gentle!”

I obeyed my Kiernan. I grabbed both her shoulders and shoved her into the mattress. Her hands undid my pants and then pulled them down, freeing my cock. Without ceremony, I entered her excited pussy and fucked her with wild abandon.

I didn’t care that we had an audience, nor did I care what they thought. The moment was for me and Kiernan. My arms wrapped around her back as I pulled her close to my body. My hips thrusted hard into her, the smacking of my balls against her echoing in the throne room. Though she scaled done, her thunderous moans shook the ground and our bones.

I loved everything about her. The absolute power she had. The way she respected me. Her awesome personality and humor. She was too good to be true. And there was no one I wanted to ever be with, except Kiernan.

-

I humped, rubbing my penis against her. My arms holding her for dear life. Later, I would learn that my high from her pheromones was coming down at that moment. The fantasy world created around me faded to reveal I was back at the beach. One more hump was all it took to make me come. Over a week’s worth of cum shot out of me in countless ropes.

When I pulled myself back, I saw what had happened. I was fucking Kiernan’s finger. And I was naked.

“What the fuck?”

I pushed myself back and fell on my ass. There was a stain on her index finger where I ejaculated. My arms were wrapped around her finger, and that pleasurable sensation from earlier was me rubbing my cock against the wrinkly skin of her middle knuckle.

I was humiliated and ashamed beyond words. Naked and humping her finger like a dog humps their owner’s leg. I couldn’t bear to look up at Kiernan, but I did with a hopeless look of shame on my face. What I saw surprised me. She wasn’t angry, embarrassed, or shy. She gave me a wink and held a smirk on her lips.

Kiernan lifted her finger up to her mouth and licked up the mess I left on the knuckle of her index finger. She moaned Mmmm as her eyes never left me.

“Kiernan, I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Why?”

“I-I …”

“Did you have a good time?”

“I …” My words were stuck in my throat.

She giggled. “My conclusion is that, yes, I do have pheromones. Furthermore, my little hot subject is susceptible to them.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Far from it.”

Kiernan adjusted herself and laid her long body on her side along the beach, with her face in front of me. She rested her head on her arm and let out an infectious yawn that I mimed a second later.

“It was interesting to watch you,” Kiernan said. “Your tongue licking my toes tickled me. You then tore off your clothes like they were on fire.” She giggled. “What was it like for you?”

“Incredible,” I said, collapsing on the ground. I grabbed my discarded shirt and formed a pillow out of it. I didn’t care about hiding my nudity. The warm Pacific breeze coupled with the heat of the bonfire kept me warm enough. “Kiernan, did you want me to—”

“You’re tired, and so am I,” she whispered. Her finger came down and stroked the side of my leg.

“But I don’t want to leave you hanging.” I tried fighting against another yawn, but it won out and escaped my lips.

I didn’t need to look over to know she was grinning. “You’re not. And tomorrow is another day.”

My eyelids felt heavy and my vision slowly faded. “Oh, right.” I yawned again. “I need that confined spaces safety brief, huh?”

“Oh, yeah.” This time she yawned. “Something tells me I’ll get you spun up real quick.”

We fell asleep together to the sounds of the crashing waves and crackling fire.



Drew - Petals

Word Count: 7688
Added: 03/16/2025
Updated: 04/05/2025


Drew – Petals

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I woke up on day two of my island adventure with the yellow morning sun shining on my face. The sound of the constant ocean waves and chattering from other people took me out of my deep sleep. I yawned and rubbed my face, feeling the buildup of sea salt drying my skin. I had a crick in my neck and my body ached.

The beach was alive with people doing all sorts of stuff. Some were getting water, others were at the tree line scavenging, while the giant woman slept a couple hundred yards from where I stood. I saw the giant man pouring water for us and then rummaging in bags by the discarded orange raft. The blonde giantess with the short shorts was nowhere to be found.

A yawn from the giantess grabbed my attention. She stretched her limbs, hands balled into fists and toes curled. Her heels dug into the sand, excavating the beach sand into long canals. I could sense the mood changing in some people as the giantess started to wake.

I took my morning piss in a bush near the beach before making my way to the water trough. There were a few of us drinking from the lid when the water rippled. We moved our heads away in time for the giantess to grab the lid from us while we drank. “My turn,” she said before downing all the water the four of us were drinking from. She put the lid back down, empty. I got enough water, but I could’ve drunk some more had she not swallowed everything. I looked up at her but only saw her backside because she was already walking away from us.

The muscles in her legs tensed and then relaxed with every step she took. I could see the many strands of muscle fiber working in concert to make such a simple thing like walking a reality. Her thighs and ass were super big. Her jean shorts were made of that stretchy material, and I think they were past their limits. She was scary hot to me.

-

“What’s your name?” a man with a beard and balding head asked. I’d never seen him before—not like I’d recognized anyone else on this damn island.

“Um, Drew.”

“Make yourself useful, Drew. We’re building huts before the rain comes back. We need palm leaves and bamboo. Stack them over here.” The man was tall and probably twice my age. He gave me a list of instructions and asked me to help where I can.

I wasn’t exactly a big guy myself. Even the young bamboo had more girth than my arms. I helped anyway since it took my mind off things. Also, it was nice seeing people come together. I grabbed a couple of bamboo stalks and moved them close to the builders. The weight of the bamboo felt like it weighed a ton in my fucking noodle arms. That leader guy would’ve kicked me off the team if he saw me struggling with the bamboo stalks.

Some of the people building the huts were so smart, I wish I thought of half the stuff they did. They grabbed stones, sharpened them, or chipped them against other stones, and then used those to chop the bamboo. Others were stripping palm leaves and using the fibers as strings. Some made tools, others tied the bamboo to other pieces using the palm fibers.

There was a ton of work to do, but with everyone pitching in, we made a lot of progress. I guess most people wanted to help instead of sitting around doing nothing and hoping for rescue. The work also helped take our minds off food. I’m not much of an eater, but even I was starving.

I was kinda annoyed by the giants. The blonde giantess just straight up disappeared. The giant man was still dicking around with the containers, the raft, and the bags. And the dark-skinned giantess just lounged on the beach. She rested her head against a hill, one leg bent with the sole of her right foot on the sand. Her left leg was crossed over, resting on her right knee, with her foot gently swaying back and forth. I can’t imagine it would take that much energy for her to rip out a forest of bamboo and stack it for us. Hell, she could probably build a hut faster than the fifty of us combined in half the time. Why wasn’t she helping us? If I had an ounce of bravery, I probably would’ve asked. But no way she’d give someone weak like me a second thought.

I went back to work while she just lay there in the sand, relaxing with her eyes closed.

-

“Look at the rich college boy playing survivor!”

I’ve been helping with the construction all morning. I found lugging the bamboo from the cutters to the construction site as my niche. That’s how I contributed, even though I got winded with every trip I took. It got warm and most of us went shirtless.

“I bet the heaviest thing you’ve ever lifted was yo mama's dildo!”

I rolled my eyes. There were these three big dudes laughing at me. They weren’t part of the impromptu construction crew. Their clothes were weathered, with sleeves torn off to display their huge arms. The one taunting me was in the middle and the largest.

I ignored them and continued working. At least I was being productive, unlike them and the others. I grabbed a few stalks and lifted them. They snickered and jabbed each other in the shoulders as they watched me. I tripped over an exposed tree root and dropped the bamboo all over the place. My bare chest landed in the mud, soiling me up rather good. They laughed at me and called me more names. I don’t know what I did to deserve that. Without looking at them, I just raced out of there, ditching my job. They just laughed harder.

-

During a break, I sat on a fallen tree trunk and watched the giantess relaxing on the beach. There were some hot chicks among the survivors, but none were as hot as the giantess. Her figure was like … wow. I mean, mathematically perfect or something. The ratio of her waist to her hips was probably some golden number they’d teach us in math or art. Her boobs were like hills that didn’t sag or care about gravity, even though she was on her back. Her orange patterned bikini worked hard to hold what I assumed were perfect tits.

Every once in a while, I saw one or two groups of people walking up to the giantess to say something out of reach of my ears. Their reactions surprised me. Some of them seemed really scared talking to the giantess. Others treated her like she was royalty with head bows and stuff. I was new to being a downsizer, and I didn’t know jack shit about anything. I wondered if I got downsized like normal, through a company, if they would’ve given us training on downsizer etiquette. Do I have to bow when speaking to a human?

-

The giant man brought the lid of water close to our construction site and filled it with water from the giant thermos. While still squatting over us, he complimented us on our work and asked if he could help. Before our crew leader could respond to the giant, the structure behind him vibrated as the giantess came walking up beside the giant.

“I’m hungry,” she said.

Still squatting, the giant pulled out a protein bar from his pocket and held it up to her. She had her arms crossed and stared down at him, making no attempt to grab the bar.

I felt so small then. These behemoths took up the entire sky and could easily overpower all of us if they wanted to. I took a step back and hid myself behind someone bigger than me—which they all were. With the giantess seizing the attention from the giant, we, the tiny people, felt forgotten, like we had no place to talk or even interrupt them. We stood silent as the giant got up and spoke to the giantess eye-to-eye.

“It’s all we got,” he said to her in an even tone.

“C’mon Seb, I want something fresh,” she said, taking the bar from Seb’s hand and holding it in front of him with disgust. “Not these dried-out, chalky pieces of crap.”

“Fleur, it’s our only food source.”

She shook her head. “That blonde girlie mentioned boars yesterday. Can’t you go snatch some of them up and barbecue them for us?”

He snickered. “Didn’t you say the downsizers should hunt for their own food? What’s stopping me from saying that to you?”

“Oh, that!” she said in a dismissive tone. She shifted her weight to one leg and swayed her hips while she cocked her head. “Listen … I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting. When I get hungry, I get—”

Hangry?” he answered for her.

“Exactly!” She reached out and grabbed his hand. She played with his fingers as she spoke. “I bet you can go out there and snatch a hundred boars in a second. And not just for me … the tiny people could use some fresh food, too.”

“You mean ‘downsizers,’ right?”

“From where I’m standing, they are tiny people, and we are giants.” Her hand traveled up his arms and gave him a squeeze on the biceps. “Big giants.”

He took a breath. “Okay, maybe you’re right.” He looked down at us. “… about me hunting for some food. So, listen, I can’t go out there to cull every boar on the island. Like Kiernan said, we need to hunt the bare minimum, so we don’t wipe them out and keep their population healthy.”

It was hard to see from my angle, but I could see Fleur giving him a smirk. “Okay, fine. But a boar would feed like, what, twenty of them? How big are they?”

Seb held his thumb and index finger about an inch apart (in his perspective). “Yay big, I assume.”

“Shit. That’s smaller than a fucking chicken nugget. Okay, gimme like seven or eight of them.”

Seb sighed.

“Or whatever!” Her hand went from his biceps to his upper back. She took a step closer, her body pushing up against his. “I trust you’ll provide for all of us. You’ve been so capable since we washed up here.” Her other hand patted his hard chest.

I couldn't help but cringe by watching the whole thing. Was every guy this transparent, or did Seb just have the sucky disadvantage of being the size of a building to us? Guy's body language was so obvious, I’m sure Fleur picked up on it. I don’t know if I could blame him. If some hot girl touched me like that, I'd probably short-circuit completely. He actually played it pretty cool with Fleur’s fingers dancing around his chest—At least I thought that until I saw the bulge in his shorts twitch.

While those two had their moment, all of us on the ground kinda paused with everything we were doing. Their feet were right in front of us, and their enormous bodies cast a long shadow over us. Not like it was our place to speak out, anyway. Fleur convincing Seb to get some meat did sound enticing. I secretly hoped he’d listen to her. The thought of pork chops for dinner made my mouth water.

“Alright, I’ll get out there and see what I can find.”

“Great!” Fleur got on her tippy toes and pushed herself into him, wrapping her arms around him and giving him a deep hug. To me, they seemed to be the same height. “Getting stranded on this fucking island blows, but I’m so lucky you’re here with me.” She didn’t break the hug. She kept pushing her soft tits into Seb’s rock-hard pecs. “You do this for us, and I’ll reward you! How’s that sound?”

“I’m not doing this for a reward.” He gently broke away from Fleur’s amorous arms. He looked down on the ground and watched where he planted his feet as he stepped back. “But maybe you can help them out while I’m gone?”

I laughed to myself. He might’ve said he didn’t want a reward, but the bulge in his shorts, bigger than before, said otherwise. And even though I laughed at his little public display of affection for Fleur, I felt really fucking tiny for more than one reason.

“Of course!” Fleur said. “I’ll take good care of them!” She looked down at us with a smirk that seemed two-faced to me.

Seb watched his step as he grabbed his supplies from the beach and then trekked into the jungle. We felt his booming steps disappear the further out he went, leaving us just with Fleur for the first time. I felt a little optimistic that Fleur was going to help us instead of lounging on the beach. She promised Seb, after all. And with the promise of having some barbecue later on, I was actually looking forward to the rest of the day.

“Why are you tinies playing with twigs and leaves?” She lifted her foot and brought it over our heads, causing us to run out from under it. She didn’t set her foot down, but her big toe did knock into the main hut we were building. The entire thing fell like a house of cards. “Oops.”

I ran and hid behind the trunk of a tree.

“Pretty fucking puny.” She set her foot back down while everyone scattered. “What’s even the purpose of that little shit shack?”

“What the hell?” the leader of the crew shouted. “We were—”

Fleur shot him a glare that was enough to make him shut up and buckle. She didn’t threaten us or even make a move, but my heart skipped a beat, and I was suddenly terrified. Maybe Seb shouldn’t have left.

“That’s what I thought,” she said, squatting lower. She tossed back a couple of her long dreadlocks over her shoulder and looked at us like she was looking for someone. “If I point to you, you’re coming with me to a meeting.”

She started pointing at people and said, “You” in a stern voice, like from a professor or something. I think she pointed out twenty of us, both on the construction site surrounded by green grass and a few people on the beach. When she looked at me hiding behind a tree, I thought I was going to shit a brick, but thank God she didn’t care about me and kept moving on.

-

Fleur had left to have her meeting with those people she picked out some time ago. Me and others went back to fixing the hut, this time putting more supports so that walls wouldn’t topple so easily. We were never going to make it giantess-proof, but seeing how easily it fell over, the leader of the construction team wanted to brace it more.

It got warm, but thankfully we had some clouds moving overhead that blocked most of the sun. While walking over the cutters, I kinda just kept walking. I was so tired and needed to lie down for a minute or so to get some energy.

When Fleur asked for a meeting with those downsizers she picked, she made them walk down the beach and around a bend, behind a small mountain. Well, small to her. The mountain was maybe 200 feet tall like her. She went ahead while the gaggle of people she pointed at followed her footprints in the sand.

I stuck to the tree line and mindlessly walked in the same direction they did. My intentions weren’t to spy on them, but the closer I got, the more curious I became. When I came close to the mountain, I heard the first screams. I ducked down behind a bush and felt my heart pounding in my chest. That scream wasn’t a normal scream.

I heard it again. Blood-curdling, like someone was getting tortured. Fleur’s gigantic voice came around the bend in a mumble and indiscernible to me. There was another scream, this one from someone else. Then silence.

Only the sounds of the waves and ocean water lapping in valleys created by beach sand filled my ears. Birds wailed their calls and the wind rustling the palms and leaves around me were all I heard after the two distinct screams stopped. I felt like I was in danger.

My body kinda just took over. I ran out of there, sticking to the jungle and not daring to be out in the open on the beach. In a few minutes, I reached the chopping crew, working at clearing away a grove of bamboo and palm trees. Everyone ignored me as I sat down on a rock and grabbed my bare chest. Those screams sounded so awful.

In my head, I kept repeating that I heard nothing and that nothing happened. Just one of those weird island phenomena that can happen. Like an entire island shrinking or a storm causing everything to grow, except an island. I rubbed my head with my hands. I didn’t know what the fuck was going. Maybe this was like The Truman Show and I didn’t get downsized. It’s been a trick this entire time to think I’m small.

Then what about the fucking giants!

My hands were shaking as I grabbed two bamboo stalks. What the fuck did Fleur do to those people? Everything around me was so real. The earth under my feet, the trees, the pebbles, the birds, the waves—nothing’s changed since they downsized me.

I looked at the people around me as I walked back to the hut’s construction site with the bamboo in my arms. All the strangers on this island still weirded me out. I didn’t get it—one minute on vacation at a five-star resort, the next … this. I could only remember bits and pieces. Like the faces and voices of people were all a blur and lingered like fog in my brain. Nothing made sense. Why did I feel like these people were strangers but familiar at the same time?

I tossed the bamboo near the other workers and turned to grab more when I bumped into someone. My eyes went big when I saw her.

“You should watch where you’re going,” she said, carrying a tool in her hand. It looked like an axe made from a branch and rock. “Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

I recognized her, but I didn’t know from where. She looked like a worker from the resort that worked at the lobby. She even looked like a flight attendant from my plane ride to Mexico. Or the woman that was in the glass cage with me. But she could’ve also been the giant standing outside the cage with the others. All I can say is that I recognized her from somewhere.

How could I forget someone like her? Olive skin that was either Latina, Italian, or even Greek. She had black hair that flowed messily behind her head. Narrow face with great, big teal eyes. Even though she was petite, I felt like she had more muscle than I did.

“I don’t know,” I said, forgetting the question.

“You don’t know if you haven’t seen a ghost?”

“I-I …” I lost the ability to talk.

“Leave da boy alone,” an older man said behind her.

“Hang on, Jean-Claude.” She moved so her back was to him. In a quieter voice, she asked, “Have we met?”

“I …” I shook my head. “Don’t think so.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“Lucia, let’s go.”

“Fucking Christ, just give me a sec,” she said without turning her head and keeping her eyes locked on me. “Did you see something you weren’t supposed to see?”

I think I flinched and made it too obvious that I did. But there was no way I’d tell this woman anything about Fleur and that scream I heard. I shook my head to answer no. She gave me a half-smirk like she wasn’t buying it.

“I know you’re fucking lying to me,” Lucia said. “I’m going to let you off easy today because I’m busy. But if I run into you again, and you lie to my fucking face again, I’ll gut you like a fish.” She twisted the makeshift tool in her hand in front of my eyes.

She scared the crap out of me. I don’t know if Fleur or Lucia was worse. I wasn’t able to say anything or even look in her big eyes. My throat felt dry, and my vision was a little watery. I nodded and hoped she’d go away.

Lucia leaned into me and whispered something in my ear that only I could hear and that Jean-Claude couldn’t. My eyes looked at Lucia as she pulled back with a little hope this time. I nodded. She gave me a wink before turning back to Jean-Claude and yelling something at him.

-

Later on, the people who went to Fleur’s special meeting on the other side of the beach returned. They all had different looks on their faces. Some looked shocked like I was when I heard the screams. Others were unconcerned. That guy that was making fun of me earlier was walking towards the front with his two friends. They were laughing and didn’t seem like they had a worry in the world.

I guess I was looking at him a little too hard, because he elbowed his buddy and pointed at me. Fuck, I sighed to myself. As they walked up to me, I looked for a way to get out of there or maybe someone to hide behind. But I was stupidly out in front of the construction site with no one around me.

“Still playing with sticks, college boy?” the big dude asked.

I didn’t answer him right away. “Yeah.” I just wanted him to go away.

“Look at their little house, Rhett,” one of the goons said to the big man.

“Looks nice, college boy,” Rhett said. “Making it big enough for all of us?”

“Not yet,” I said. “We’re going to build many more. But if you need a place to sleep, the downsize transport is still—”

“Goddamn beach is more comfortable than that cramped shit,” Rhett said. “I want a house with an ocean view.” His buddies laughed along with him.

I nodded, ignored him, and walked away. I didn’t get far.

“You hear me, college boy?” Rhett asked, pulling my shoulder back. “Build me a house.”

“Leave me alone!” I blurted.

“Da fuck you say?”

“I don’t build houses.” My voice shook as I spoke, and I hated it. I tried to sound confident, but it didn’t come off like that. “I help move the bamboo.”

“Don’t give a fuck,” Rhett said. “I told you to build me a house on the beach.”

Guy didn’t even know about that proverb about building on the sand. “Ask someone else.”

He didn’t like that. Rhett shoved me on my shoulders. It felt like a bus hit me, and I went to the ground hard. His buddies laughed while the other downsizers working at the construction site stopped to watch. But nobody bothered helping or telling Rhett off. I was there by myself.

“What’s your problem?” I felt like an idiot talking back to him. Even trying to sound tough, I think I came off as a whiny kid.

“My problem is you, bitch. I told you to make me house—Did it sound like I was fucking asking? Huh? College boy? Use your smarts to build me a house real quick. I want a window, a bed, three rooms—”

“I’m not doing that!” I got back up to my feet.

“Yes, you are!” Rhett shoved me again.

I looked around. People just looked away like it wasn’t their problem. I probably weighed 150 pounds soaking wet going against someone that was around 220 made up of muscle and fat. Was nobody really going to help? Were they not concerned at all? Rhett’s buddies kept egging him on, snickering and pointing at me.

Maybe the stress was finally catching up to me, or maybe I was dying of thirst, but I just couldn’t take it anymore. I jumped up and shoved Rhett as hard as I could. My stupid little arms almost broke trying to push this huge dude. But I did surprise him. He stumbled back a couple of steps and had a look of shock. More because I chose to fight back.

“Piece of shit,” he said. His friends busted his balls for getting shoved back like he did.

I made fists with my hands—not like they’d do anything—but it was more for show and made me feel prepared. I braced myself as Rhett took a step forward. No matter how hard I tried bracing myself, his next shove threw me to the ground hard. My ass hit so hard I thought I broke my tailbone. Rhett’s friends jeered at me, encouraging me to fight back. Getting back up to my feet, I repeated the same move from before, but because Rhett expected it, he stood still like an unmovable boulder. He shoved me, and I went flying.

Nobody flinched or even bothered to tell Rhett to back off. But they stood in a circle around us to witness the fight.

I was about to get back up and try to make myself stand against this unwinnable fight when someone a lot scarier than Rhett appeared.

“The hell is going on here?”

The voice came from heaven above. Fleur hovered over us like a blimp, her dark skin contrasting against the light gray clouds hovering low overhead. Finally, I thought to myself. Fleur seemed like the type to have a low tolerance for this type of stuff. Once she saw this dude picking on me, she’d put him in his place.

Oh, how stupid I was.

“He’s shoving me because I won’t build a house!” Even I cringed after speaking those words. I straight up sounded like a kid tattle-telling to a teacher on a playground. But at the time, I didn’t care how I sounded. I just wanted Rhett fucked up by the giantess. That’s why I was surprised by Fleur’s next move.

Her giant pointer finger came and pinned my chest to the ground. If I had a full bladder, I would’ve wet my pants. I grabbed her finger near her nails. They were wider than a barstool and put so much weight on me, it might as well have been a fucking car. I shoved her finger and even pounded on them with my fist.

“The fuck are you doing, causing trouble?”

I could feel Fleur’s voice vibrate through her finger and blur my vision with each powerful word she said. I stopped fighting and just looked up at her, like a bug giving up on a spiderweb when they knew there was no chance of escaping.

Rhett laughed. “Just having fun,” he said to the giantess. “Ain’t that right, college boy?”

I nodded.

“Looked like a fucking fight.” Her eyes pierced me like daggers.

“He was fighting,” Rhett said. “But it ain’t nothin’ I can’t handle.”

“Goddammit,” Fleur said. “I don’t have time for this shit.” She eyed all the downsizers. “I don’t care what y’all do, like building with twigs in the dirt or whatever, but don’t fucking fight.” She eyed me with those last words. “Next one that fights, fights with me. And I won’t go easy because of how big I am.”

She released her finger from me. I looked down and saw this huge red impression on my chest where she pressed into me. Looking back up at her, I saw that she never took her disappointed look off me.

“I got my eye on you,” she said. “Little piece of shit.” She rose up to her full height and threw her dreads back before sauntering off to the raft, scavenging for something.

Rhett and his buddies laughed hard. Everyone else seemed petrified after encountering Fleur like that, but Rhett and a few others didn’t seem to give a fuck. Rhett grabbed my arm and helped me up to my feet roughly.

“About that house,” he said, shoving me to the side, so I got a view of the beach. “I want a view of that big ass.” He referred to Fleur as she hunkered over the supplies. Her jean shorts looked like they were about ready to burst. “I want my view to be on her ass all the time. You can make that work, huh, college boy?”

I glared at him.

“I’ll get her back here,” he said with a laugh. “Tell her you’ve been fighting again if you don’t start building right now. Fuck, I might do it anyway. I want to see you fight against her pinkie toe and lose.” He and his friends burst into laughter.

Rhett shoved my weak ass to the ground again and walked away with his friends, laughing and taunting me the entire time. They asked the other people gawking at them if they had anything to say. Those cowards turned around and went back to building the hut. A bunch of bitches. I had no business being in a fight, but at least I tried. Not like Rhett could take on all of them!

-

I didn’t give a shit about helping any more. If they weren’t going to help me, why should I help them? Fuck ‘em. I sat under a palm and looked at the ocean waves by myself. It was a beautiful island with picture-perfect beaches. The sand was super soft and almost white. The ocean near the shore was turquoise before turning into a deep dark blue that matched the sky.

The clouds moved fast, and I wondered if the storm that grounded all flights was still lingering around. Could explain why we haven’t seen any attempts at rescue. I guess building those huts was a smart thing to do. But I wouldn’t be caught dead sharing space with the other survivors. I’d rather be by myself or sleep in the seats of the downsize transport container.

While I still steamed about my fight earlier, the giant, Seb, came back to the beach with his haul. His palms were full of lifeless boars. He set them in a pile on the beach and sat down. Slowly, other downsizers came out from the tree line to greet him. They got to work, creating a fire, while more experienced dudes went up to the boars to skin and cook them.

I nearly threw up when I saw them stick a knife through the belly of the boars and slice them open. My head turned to the side in time to see Fleur’s gigantic legs in my view, walking through the beach. Her shapely legs were so unreal to me. A creamy chocolate river with thighs spilling into the banks with every flex they took.

I balled my hands into a fist. I fucking hated Rhett. Because of him, Fleur thought I was some fight-provoking dipshit. I was standing up for myself! But not like that mattered. Fleur saw things wrong, and it pissed me off so much that Rhett was getting away with this … this injustice!

“When will they be ready?” Fleur asked the seated giant.

Seb was sticking the boars through bamboo stalks to make a spit roast out of them, but it looked like he had a kebab skewer in his hand.

“It’ll be a while. Maybe an hour-ish to cook them all slowly and thoroughly.”

“Okay. Come get me when they’re done.” She turned to walk away.

“You can help, y’know?”

“Some other time,” she said without turning her head.

I locked up when I noticed Fleur walking right toward me. I thought about running, but I was so scared to get caught staring that I hid behind the palm with my back against it instead. Fleur’s booming steps became louder and more pronounced. I could hear tons of sand getting kicked up by each step and the palm leaves rattling like they were in a storm. Coconuts fell around me when suddenly Fleur’s bare foot landed beside me, taking out two trees that provided me with shade earlier. I saw the inside of her arch tense and her toes flex, balancing herself during her step, tiny movements I’m sure all people do without thought, but amplified to me.

As quickly as she decimated the trees next to me, her foot was gone. Already halfway through another step deeper into the jungle. Dust and tiny splinters of trees floated up my nose and made me sneeze; it also stung my eyes and made them water. Once I overcame the aftereffects of Fleur’s footstep, then came my realization that I almost got stepped on without a notice.

I slid down the palm tree on my back until I was seated again and shook for five minutes straight. The flattened ground next to me could’ve easily been me if Fleur had walked a slightly different path.

Looking over my shoulder, I could see Seb working multiple bonfires and little people around him cooking all that pork. Some of the smell made it to me, causing my stomach to gurgle in hunger. But I looked over at the path Fleur walked. She wasn’t too far from me.

-

I caught up to her. Looked like Fleur took a shortcut to her beach where she had held her meeting earlier. It provided her with a lot of privacy, even though she was close to the main area we’d been settling in. A mountain that grew from the sandy beach made it so that anyone walking around this bend had to walk through this narrow strip of sand out in the open. The mountain itself was rocky, with only grass and bushes growing on it. I slithered my way around the mountain instead of walking the beach.

Why?

Well, I wanted to talk to Fleur, for one. Secondly, I wanted to make sure I caught her at a good time. I didn’t want to disturb her if she was busy with something …

I heard Fleur giggling. I thought to myself, Whoa. She actually has a soft side. I really wanted to tell her about the fight earlier. Let her know it was some punk ass named Rhett that started the whole thing. I’m not a bad dude, and I was only helping others build bamboo shelters when Rhett demanded I build an impossible home for him.

“Stop it!” she said with another flurry of giggles. She was talking to … someone. “Just because you’re downsized now doesn’t mean we can’t have fun like before.”

“I ain’t downsized. You upsized! Look at this fucking island.”

I recognized that voice. My gut sank as I realized who Fleur was talking intimately to. I low crawled through the grass on the slope of the mountain so I could reach the other side and get a better look at things.

Fleur sat on the beach with her back to the ocean and her legs extended out towards the island. From my angle, I could see the soles of her feet, her legs crossed the ankles. Green stains and reddish dirt covered her feet. I shivered again, thinking about her feet and how close they were to killing me. They just swayed there like a normal body part—but they were an instrument of death to me and the others.

On Fleur’s knees was the last person I wanted to see.

“Don’t be a baby, honey,” Fleur said. “You used to say how much you wished ‘it was you’ going completely inside me back then.”

“That was a joke,” Rhett said. “And besides, seeing what your pussy can do to ‘em put me off.”

“You’re missing the bigger picture,” Fleur said. “I had a lot of fun!”

Rhett sighed.

“C’mon, I didn’t play nice with them. You, on the other hand, are my boyfriend. I won’t be so rough with you.”

“We gotta do this now?” Rhett held out his arms. “Aren’t you waiting on that doofus to make you some barbeque?”

“My snacks from earlier helped cut down on my hunger,” she said, patting her bare belly.

My imagination ran wild. No human had ever … done something like. … Humans don’t kill downsizers like that. They don’t. I’ve never heard of that. I was shaking a lot thinking about the screams from earlier while watching Fleur lick her lips and pat her stomach. Rhett sat on her knee and didn’t seem the least bit disturbed by what she said. I mean, from what I could tell by the back of his head.

“Fine,” Rhett said. “We fuck and then go grab something to eat. I’m fucking starving.”

I lost my footing on the mountain under loose rocks, and when I tried to stop myself from sliding with the dirt and rocks, I kicked my foot into the slope, loosening even more stones. It was a cascading avalanche effect. The more I tried to suppress all the tumbling rocks, the more alive the mountain became with shit rolling down. It was only a matter of seconds before they’d noticed all the noise.

“The fuck is that?” Rhett yelled, turning around.

I looked up in time to see Fleur locking eyes with me. I couldn’t tell if she was angry or amused. She just had this blank stare. At least she didn’t seem startled or embarrassed or anything.

“Oh, shit,” Rhett said, “it’s college boy!” He laughed. “The fuck are you doing spying on us? Come over here!”

I couldn’t stop sliding until I reached the bottom of the mountain, about ten feet down. With a roll, I jumped to my feet and brushed all the dirt and sand from my bare chest. Rhett was still yelling at me. Surprisingly, Fleur just sat back and watched.

“I-I’m coming.”

Well, my plans on reconciling things with Fleur were shot to hell. Even if I managed to get my side of the story out, would she listen to me or her boyfriend? I was like twenty feet from Fleur’s feet when Rhett started shouting down at me again while standing on his giant girlfriend’s knee.

“You’re so fucked!” Rhett yelled. “Spying on us? What were you hoping to catch, college boy?”

“Not much,” Fleur said to Rhett, cocking her head to the side. “Not with you limp-dicking and scared of going inside me.”

“What the fuck?” Rhett shouted before turning to Fleur. “I ain’t fucking limp-dicking. Just ‘cause I don’t want to enter your fish-smelling hole—”

“Excuse me!”

God! Her voice was like thunder, making my lungs feel weird as the pressure in the air altered from her shout. I was shaking, I’ll admit. Fleur was scaring me the more I spent time around her. Her feet crushing trees like they were dandelions, her shoving her finger into my chest, breaking the hut with her toes … that fucking comment about having snacks. Humans aren’t allowed to hurt downsizers. Who was she? Was she not afraid of the laws?

“Rhett, you better watch your fucking mouth,” she said, punching the air with each word she said.

He blew her off with a wave of his hand. “You know what I mean.” He then looked down at me. “This is the motherfucker that tried fighting me. He knows too much, babe. Waste his ass.”

I felt the blood drain out of me. My heart thumped so hard in my chest that I twitched with every beat. My eyes pried away from Rhett and looked over at Fleur. Oddly, she wasn’t looking at me. Her eyes squinted as she focused hard on her tiny boyfriend that stood on her kneecap.

“You don’t tell me what to do,” Fleur said, holding up a finger as she talked. “You never, not before, not now, ever tell me what the fuck to do.”

“Fleur, honey, he knows about us. That can’t get out. Fucking kill him already.”

“Rhett, shut the fuck up now before I rip your jaw off.” Her body moved as she spoke. If it wasn’t for the seriousness of the moment, I would’ve laughed because of how awkward it was for Rhett to balance on her kneecap as she admonished him. “I’m not your motherfucking executioner. You don’t tell me who to kill or not. Fuck you.”

“Baby, I’m sor—”

“Shut the fuck up,” she said with tensed up lips. She then looked down at me. “You. The fuck are you doing here?”

“I …” I was so scared. She was going to kill me. I just knew it. “I w-wanted to explain what happened e-earlier. About the fight.” I looked at Rhett, who was turning a shade of red.

“Okay,” Fleur said, “explain.”

“I-I was only trying to hold my g-ground. Rhett was shoving me and making me build a house for him.”

Fleur rolled her eyes. “And what? Why are you telling me this?”

“I don’t want you to think I’m a bad person. I-I don’t start fights.”

“Yeah, I can kinda fucking tell.” She looked bored. “Okay, what else?”

“Um, that’s it.”

She snickered. “You came here just for that?”

I could see Rhett biting his tongue. He just wanted to yell something at her. Probably to ask Fleur to kill me. But after that last outburst from her, I doubt he wanted to push it.

“Why do you care if I knew you didn’t start the fight,” she asked. “I know Rhett. I know his punk-ass started it.”

“It’s just … I don’t want you to think I’m bad.”

“Oh, brother,” Rhett said.

That got Fleur pissed off instantly. She spread her legs and then clapped them together. The slap from tons of leg fat and muscle sounded like a swimming pool's worth of gelatin colliding with itself. Rhett fell backwards and then he was gone from my view, but I knew he was stuck between her thighs somewhere.

“Well, that’s sweet of you,” Fleur said. “But I really don’t give a fuck about you. I forgot you even existed until right now.”

I nodded. “Okay. I’m sorry to disturb you.” I was hoping she’d let me off with a warning and that I could walk out of there.

“Where are you going?”

“Um, back to the camp.”

She laughed. “No, you’re not.”

“I’m not?”

“Get in my pocket.” She pointed at the left pocket of her jean shorts.

“Your pocket?”

She forced a smile and tilted her head down. “I’m doing you the biggest favor of your life, by letting you live and breathe right now. If I have to repeat myself or wait on you, let me tell you right now that I won’t give you any warnings or second chances. You will disappear and not survive … me. You don’t know me well, so that’s why I’m giving you this courtesy. Now then … crawl into my fucking pocket, you scrawny little shit.”

I was hyperventilating. I almost lost balance as I absorbed her words. Not knowing if I was even allowed to verbally acknowledge, I nodded and sped walked towards her hips. Her shorts were half a football field away from me. I walked up to her foot and looked down the length of her polished marble smooth legs.

Her body was so big that even her shins soar above my head. Walking alongside her legs was like walking alongside a naval submarine. Thick and deadly. I grew more anxious and downright delirious the closer I got to her hips. The only reason I moved forward was because of my baser instinct to live.

At her hips, I looked up at the opening of her pocket. She made zero attempts to open it or even give me a lift. Past her hips, I could see her staring down at me, just waiting for me to slip up so she could fulfill her promise of “disappearing” me.

I grabbed her jeans and lifted myself up. Through the shorts, I could feel her radiating heat and smell her unique scent. There was no time to admire her body, as I felt her patience waning. I threw my body forward and crawled inside the pocket. Even my tiny self had issues squeezing into her tight shorts.

As I crawled inside the pocket, I could feel her upper thigh under my hands, separated by a thin layer of cotton. Her thigh was strong, but taut, like an expensive leather couch cushion that is welcoming but firm. My feet kicked and pushed me deeper into the pocket. My head didn’t have room to move. My left cheek rubbed against her thigh, while my right was against the stretchy shorts. I stopped moving when I was completely inside the pocket of her shorts. I could already tell it was going to be hot inside my new home for … How long did she want me in here?

There was movement and a new sound. Her zipper came undone and sounded like a mattress getting torn apart.

“Baby, I’m sorry!” Rhett yelled.

My prison in the pocket loosened up as I felt her shorts traveling down her leg a bit. I used the opportunity to shift my body around so that my head looked out the opening of the pocket. I caught the briefest glimpses as Rhett dangled between her fingers.

“Tiny dildos don’t talk,” she said.

Rhett’s scream was brief. It was soon replaced by sloshing and slick sounds as Fleur shoved her boyfriend inside her. Then there were the moans.

I don’t know what Rhett was talking about. It didn’t smell like fish to me.



Lucy - Yin & Yang

Word Count: 4430
Added: 03/16/2025
Updated: 04/05/2025


Lucy – Yin & Yang

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I had taken a piece of hardened bamboo and splintered it so that it fit in my palm like a dagger. I sharpened the tip with a stone and was careful to make it strong. My makeshift dagger felt deadly in my hands and provided me comfort. Twice already, I’ve had pervs come up to sweet talk me with their shit pickup lines. Only one guy on this island caught my attention, and he was more man than all these downsizers put together.

Someone walked up behind me. I spun around, my left hand grabbing them by the collar, my elbows shoving them back until they slammed against a palm tree. My right hand, with my bamboo dagger, aimed at their throat, the tip only an inch away.

“You goin’ to poke an eye out with dat t’ing.”

I smiled at Jean-Claude. “It’ll do more than poke an eye. It’ll gut the next dirtbag that asks to get in my pants.” I backed off from him and admired my weapon.

He massaged his neck and sat on a fallen tree trunk and handed me a piece of pork from the boar the other survivors slow roasted all night long. The meat was so tender that it fell off the bone. A little dry and the lack of spices sucked, but it was far more delicious than the protein bars we were eating for the first couple of days.

“What do you know about Fleur?” I asked between bites. I stood over him while he sat back and looked out towards the ocean.

“Not’ing.”

“What about the other one that’s been fucking around inside the island?” I asked. “Know anything about her?”

He shook his head at the same speed as the palm leaves swayed in the wind.

“I don’t like either of them,” I said. “They’re both hiding something.”

“What about da man?” He pointed with his lips and a head tilt towards Seb. The giant was trying to fix a puncture in the raft.

“He’s harmless.” I ate the last piece of meat and threw the leftover rib bone into a bush behind Jean-Claude. I sat next to him and fiddled with my dagger with my fingers. “The giant women worry me the most.”

“Which one?”

“I haven’t decided.”

The beach was a long rectangle. Near the center was where everything started, where we washed ashore on this godforsaken island. The downsizer carriers, bags, and raft were still there. Seb kept fiddling with those things, trying to repair the raft. He was also the only one hunting, making sure we had water, and was pretty much doing all the heavy lifting.

The black giantess occupied the left side of the beach if I was looking out into the ocean. There was a curvature at the far end of the beach, where the mountain range of the island began. Fleur seemed to like hanging around there. Downsizers I recognized seemed to keep meeting with Fleur about something. I’ve considered going down there to see what’s up, but everyone coming back from speaking to Fleur seemed so tense that it dissuaded me. Another thing about Fleur—she was hot. I worried that Seb might notice her.

Kiernan. The white girl hung out at the opposite-end of the beach when she was actually at the camp and not fucking around in the jungle. She slept with us and had a downsizer that was practically glued to her. She’s said little and has done little at camp. Okay, maybe she helped by discovering fresh water and telling Seb where the hunting grounds were … but she was up to something. Her and that downsizer.

“Recognize that man?” I asked Jean-Claude. “The one that hangs out with the blonde giant?”

“A lit’le familiar.”

“I need to talk to him. Figure him out. See what that blonde is up to.”

-

Since the other downsizers finally figured they weren’t getting off this island soon, they began building huts throughout up in the wooded areas near to the beach. Some of them showed off their craftsman skills by constructing well-structured homes. Other people tied palm leaves together to construct simple tents. Either way, many people busied themselves with something.

I wore khaki slacks that I had tailored on the beach by cutting the leg portion at the calves. I ditched my button shirt and wore only my tank top. My bare feet kicked up sand as I walked over towards the blonde. She was on her back, still asleep.

An imaginary line separated the camp from the blonde’s territory. I didn’t think she owned this side of the beach, but it did feel like I was trespassing the closer I got to her. My eyes spotted the man that I’ve seen with the blonde since the beginning. He slept in the area between her chest and shoulder. It looked comfortable where he curled up on her bare skin, sinking into her body.

I made sounds like I was trying to grab attention from a cat. “Psst!” After a few tries, his head perked up and looked around.

Getting really close to the giant didn’t seem like a good idea, so I was somewhere between 50 and 100 feet away. When the man looked over at me, I jumped up and waved at him, forcing a smile so he knew I was friendly. He was about to speak, but I made a gesture with my finger to my lips, telling him nonverbally to stay quiet. With a wave of the hands, I made him understand I wanted to speak with him without awakening the slumbering giant.

-

“Umm, good morning,” he said. “Can I help you?” He had slid off his giant friend and come to meet me further down the beach.

“Hey,” I said, putting on a cutesy voice and tilting my head. “We were wondering if your friend can help with the projects we got going?” I pointed to everyone constructing the huts further inland.

“My friend?”

“Her!” I pointed at the giant.

“Oh, Kiernan?”

“Yeah. What’s your name, by the way?”

“Ellis.”

“I’m Lucy, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Lucy,” he said, extending his hand for a shake, which I returned, feeling awkward the entire time. “I’ll ask Kiernan if she can lend a hand when she wakes. But we’ve been busy, so no promises on helping.”

“Busy? Busy with what? I haven’t seen you guys around here much.”

“Oh, we’re charting the island,” he said with a yawn, still not fully awake.

“Why is she charting the island?”

He shrugged. “She’s a scientist and her mind’s wired differently.”

“Is she looking for something?”

“Food, water, and whatever else that can help with surviving out here.”

“Are the lake and boars not enough?”

He shook his head. “Kiernan said it’s not. For all the downsizers, it’s probably enough food for years, but the humans need a better food source.”

“Huh,” I mumbled. “Humans and downsizers? Not giants and humans? What’s the scientist got to say about this tiny island?”

“Umm.” He scratched the back of his head. “I don’t know, actually. Do you think they are giants and we’re still normal?”

“I don’t know what to believe,” I said truthfully. “This island sure doesn’t make me feel small. Fleur, Seb, Kiernan—they make me feel small.” I looked him in the eyes. He seemed to daydream about something. “Have you eaten?”

-

We sat near the bonfire in the camp’s center on the beach. The fast-moving clouds overhead provided these brief moments of reprieve from the relentless sun. The breeze from the ocean helped shove the humidity that hung low on the island and felt great against my sweaty skin.

I tore a chunk of meat from the slow-roasting boar and served it to Ellis on a palm leaf. He thanked me and bit into the meat greedily. I sat close to him and looked over my shoulder at him. It was plain as day that he was keeping something from me.

“How’d you and Kiernan meet?” I asked.

“You know the old saying, ‘Boy meets giantess; boy asks giantess out; giantess asks for a diamond the size of a basketball.’”

I smiled. “She asked for a diamond?”

“Just a joke.” He took another large bite. He offered me some, but I told him I already ate. “But things are getting close.”

“Good for you,” I said, patting his upper-back. “I love to hear people entering mixed-sized relationships. I hope it works out for you.”

“Thanks,” he said with a huge smile. He stared off into the distance like a love-struck fool. I could tell he was happy. “She’s so great. I can’t wait for her to wake up so that we can—”

He was cut off midway through his words and breakfast when I saw three flesh-colored pillars descend around him like a birdcage. The details up close were so alien to me. The wrinkles around the creases of her fingers, the fingernails as large as breastplates. … The giant fingers flexed and clamped down on Ellis like the claw machine at an arcade.

Suddenly, the giant hand ascended, pulling Ellis away from me in an instant. I jumped to my feet, disoriented from seeing a bulldozer-sized hand come out of nowhere and snatch someone in a second. Above me, Kiernan loomed, bent at the hips, bringing Ellis close to her chest. She only wore shorts and a shirt. Straight ahead of me were her bare ankles, slightly above my head-level.

The sun peeked out and illuminated Kiernan from behind like it was some kind of celestial message to me. She gave Ellis a look. Then she glared down at me. She was so big. Even something innocent as her toes flexing caused this loud crunching sound of sand compressing.

“What the hell are you doing?”

At first, I thought Kiernan was talking to Ellis, but when I focused on her eyes, they were locked with mine. I didn’t care for that tone. I also didn’t care to be the size of a peanut to her.

“What’s it look like?” I yelled.

Kiernan narrowed her eyes. “Ellis doesn’t have time for trampy bugs like you. Neither of us do.”

Trampy? “Who you calling trampy? I’m not the one walking around the beach with my ass hanging out.” That made her mad. I could tell by how she clenched her fist around Ellis. 

“I’ve eaten French Fries bigger than you,” Kiernan said, using her thumb to stroke Ellis in her fist. “You better watch yourself.”

The sound of Kiernan’s bare foot moving got my attention. An excavator shovel’s worth of sand poured around her five straight toes as she lifted them from the beach. A mini-sandstorm formed underneath the sole of her foot, billowing outwards as she went to make a step. My heart thumped wildly in my chest as it began to move towards me. I saw details like her toes relaxing, compressing slightly like an accordion, while her entire foot dangled from her ankle. It drifted through the air, a hot-air balloon lazily floating on the horizon.

My eyes went wide. I jumped to the side and flipped over to watch her pale foot take a step. She had turned and walked opposite where I landed near the bonfire. Had I not moved, well, she would’ve missed me by a mile. She wasn’t trying to be threatening with her foot like I interpreted, so it made me look like a damn fool. 

Kiernan looked over her shoulder and gave me a smug I-won-that kinda look. I spat out some sand from my mouth and watched her go back to her side of the beach. I pulled out my homemade dagger and gripped it tightly until my knuckles turned white.

“What was that all about?”

God’s thunderous voice rained down on me from behind. Suddenly, I was pissed off about that encounter with Kiernan. Because the best giant on this island, the only one I trusted, was right over me. I flipped around to see Seb looking down at me. His stubble was growing thicker and his wavy hair had the surfer dude quality to it.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” I said, twirling my dagger.

“Really?” he asked with a slight smirk. “She gave you a scare when she turned to walk. I don’t think she was trying to—”

“You saw that? You were watching? Why?”

“I was just making sure … Look, you want me to talk to her? That was uncalled for with what she said.”

I looked around to see if anyone was listening, and of course there were. Jean-Claude was standing at the tree line looking anxious. Other looky-loos were standing around with curiosity after my confrontation with Kiernan and now the giant. I groaned internally. One day, I would get a private moment with Seb so I could talk freely with him—even after he made it clear we shouldn’t. I knew he wanted to talk to me as badly as I wanted to talk to him.

“Don’t talk to her,” I said standing up. “You can’t talk her out of being a bitch.” The gears in my head started turning. “But maybe you should pick me and protect me when she’s around.”

Seb rolled his eyes.

“C’mon Seb!” I switched to my high-toned, girlie voice. “I’m scared and could use your protection!”

“What happened to ‘Nothing I can’t handle’?” he asked.

I froze. “I don’t know.”

He snickered and nodded. “I’m going back to work. If Kiernan says something again, let me know.”

“Wait, where are you going?”

-

“What happens when you fix the raft?” I asked. We were back at his project area on the beach. The downsizer containers looked like huge distribution warehouses to me, but were more like stacked briefcases to Seb. His bag sat on top of the containers. The raft between his fingers. “We all go back in the containers and you take us back to the mainland?”

“That’s the last thing I’d do,” he said. “Stranded on a deserted island is much safer than floating in the middle of the ocean.”

“Then why are you trying to fix the raft?” I stood in front of his bent knees. I felt so safe connected to him when he was near me like this.

“I want to go fishing.”

“Fishing?” I paced in front of him. “You need a raft to fish?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t get it.”

He opened his bag and pulled out the protein bars he had. “Even rationing these things, there’s only enough for us for two days. By us, I mean—”

“You, Fleur, and the bitch.”

He sighed. He threw the bars back into his bag.

“Do you realize how many fish you’d have to catch to feed you guys?” I asked. I went to climb his knees, but he stopped me with a finger.

“A few mackerel each, I think.”

“A few? Not like thousands?”

He shook his head. “You still think me and the others are giant?”

“Don’t you?”

“Doubt.” He went back to fiddling with the raft. “For our sake, I hope we’re not.”

“I think it would be fun,” I said. “Then the world could see you the way I do.”

He ignored me.

-

Seb took his pocket knife out of his bag and mentioned he needed a lot of trees. I suggested he could clear out the trees around the camp the other downsizers were making. I got to ride with him! He took me in his hands and walked in the midst of the other downsizers. His blade, twice as long as I was tall, made short work clearing the forest. He didn’t need the bamboo, but he chopped them down and stacked them for the construction crew.

He didn’t need leaves or branches. He was more interested in the tree trunks themselves. After Seb gathered like two dozen tree trunks and cleared out a huge field for the crew to build, he took them back to the raft, carrying me with him again.

“I shouldn’t give you special treatment,” he mumbled quietly to me.

“Nobody cares!” I said. 

Seb pulled out a discarded wrapper from an eaten protein bar and set it down on the beach. I sat on its edge so it wouldn’t blow away. He then grabbed a tree trunk and held it in his palm, the blade of his pocket knife slicing down the center as if scoring a hot dog.

I watched, intrigued, guessing what he was doing. Seb then turned over the log and gave it a hard squeeze with his fingers. Sap oozed from the tree and dripped onto the wrapper. I asked Seb how he knew that species of tree was rich with sap.

“Lucky guess.”

One-by-one, Seb knifed and collected sap from each tree trunk until there was a huge glob of it. Using one of the discarded tree trunks, Seb dipped one end into the sap, and then applied it to the gash on the raft. He then took a log and lit it, using the fire from the bonfire. Then he heated the sap and rubber together to fuse them.

“Where’d you learn all this?” I asked. 

“Back when I was Active Duty,” he said. 

He brought the gash down to me and asked me to help get the creases that were far too small for his big fingers. I used some bark and twigs to help him out seal the rest of the gash. I let him play with fire and melt everything together.

“Seb … I want to start seeing each other.”

He nearly burned his finger when he froze and looked down at me with wide eyes.

“I feel a connection,” I said. “Don’t you?”

“Lucy, I’m flattered. But no.”

“What the fuck?” I stomped my barefoot into the ground. I was sure the gesture went hardly noticed. “Are you some sort of sizeist or something?”

“Lucy, you know I’m not.”

“Then what is it?”

He let out a breath. “It’s because of Kasia, alright?”

“Who’s that?”

“My ex-girlfriend.”

“And?”

“Kasia and I dated for years. She wanted to downsize because most of her friends and family were downsizers, and she wanted to hang out with them at their level.” He kept fixing the gash in the raft as he spoke. “We agreed she’d downsize—who am I to say no to something like that—and we’d try to make a mixed-size relationship work. She’d hang out with her friends, live with her mom and dad, and then stay with me in the big world.”

“What happened?”

“It was a disaster. Huge trust issues. Took almost an hour before I got to hold her. She was nervous the entire time she was in my home. When we hooked up, she thought I was a monster.” He stopped moving, his eyes staring at nothing as he reminisced. “She thought I was grotesque, disgustingly huge. … she called me every name in the book. I never raised my voice or said anything that would discomfort her. I took her back to her community and that was it. We never talked to each other again.”

“Wait, you don’t want to be in a mixed-size relationship because of that experience? But Seb, I’m not Kasia. I see you huge right now, and I don’t think you’re a monster. I’m attracted to you!”

“You know there’s more to it than that, Lucy. I’m also talking about,” he whispered the next word, “sex.” His eyes darted around to make sure no one was listening. “I’m open to any sized relationship. But I want that intimacy. When Kasia saw how—”

“Wait, how big are you?”

He blushed.

“Seb, are you packing?” I grinned. “Okay, here’s what we’re going to do. You pull out your cock, and you’ll know I can handle you.”

He laughed. “I’m not going to—”

Seb stopped talking when he noticed Fleur walking up to us. He tried recomposing himself and went back to working on the raft.

“Seb, I’m hungry,” Fleur said. “We got any more of that meat?”

“If there’s anymore, it’ll be over there.” He pointed to the bonfire. “But can you make sure the other downsizers ate before you take any?”

Seb wasn’t looking, but I caught Fleur rolling her eyes. “What are you doing anyway?”

“Fixing the raft so I can fish.”

Fleur’s eyes lit up. “Oh?” She spotted me next to Seb’s knee. She squatted and sat down. Her body quaking the earth and causing the sand on the beach to reform under her weight and movement. “Who’s this?”

“I’m Lucia … or just Lucy. Everyone calls me Lucy,” I said. “I’m helping Seb with the raft.”

“Well, anyone helping gather food is definitely a friend of mine.” Her ginormous hand lowered next to me with the palm facing up. I looked at her palm, then up at her face. “It’ll be nice talking to you at eye-level instead of down to you. I promise I scored 100% on my MHIP, and I’ll hold you if you consent to it,” she said in a silky tone. “Without phones, you’ll have to take my word for it, I’m afraid.”

I looked at Seb who kept a watchful eye on me. “Sure,” I said to Fleur. 

I brought my knee over and hoisted myself onto the edge of her palm and shimmied myself onto her meaty palm. Her hand was noticeably more delicate than Seb’s. I could feel the various bones that made up the structure of her hand, my weight sinking into the valleys between the skeletal makeup of her palm. Her warm skin pulsed with the beat of her heart, making me feel like I was an alien surface, but the cadence of her heart gave me comfort. I sat cross-legged in the center and looked up with a warm smile.

“Ready?” she asked. 

I didn’t say it, but I appreciated she asked instead of assuming. “Ready,” I said.

The ride up was smoother than any elevator I’ve been on. I didn’t even know I was racing up to the sky by feeling alone. That level of skill came from someone experienced in handling downsizers. I know, because I scored low as shit on that portion of the MHIP before they forcefully downsized me.

My ride came to end at Fleur’s smiling face. Her eyelashes were naturally long and stylish, seeping the air as she blinked. A tiny beauty mark, the size of my palm, was to the right of her elegant nose and stood alone among the sea of her chocolate, blemish-free cheek. But her lips stole the show. Full and juicy, they stretched and popped with her smile. Her dark eyes, like that of a noir cat, focused on me, with me unable to tell where her iris ended, and where her pupil began.

“Much better, right?”

I got lost in her musical voice. Sweet and smooth like honey dripping from a comb and onto my ears. I felt comfortable in her palm, some seventy-five feet up in the air. 

“Umm, yeah.”

“Aww,” she hummed. “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I think you look so cute in my hand.”

I blushed. “Thanks.”

“Seb,” she looked up at the giant in front of her. “Were you keeping this little one a secret from me?”

“Secret?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Fleur said. “Are you two …”

“Nothing like that,” Seb said. 

I shot him a look that he brushed off.

“Oh …?” Fleur twisted her palm, so I was facing her enormous eyes again. “So you’re …”

“Helping,” I said. 

“Giants don’t scare you?”

I scrunched up my face, crinkling my nose, squinting my eyes. “Nah.”

“So precious!” Fleur brought me close to her face and wiggled her nose. She then looked up at Seb who was putting the final touches on the raft. “I’ll get going now. I don’t want to interrupt you from getting us food.” Fleur stood up and turned to leave.

“Hey, Fleur …?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I have my helper back?”

I vibrated on Fleur’s palm as she giggled. Like a basket on a Ferris Wheel, swaying from the momentum of moving around, Fleur’s palm cupped and adjusted with her movements. I doubt she thought much about the little movements she was doing in her hands to keep me still. When I carry a plate from the kitchen to my table, I don’t really pay attention to balancing it. That sort of thing comes second-nature. Almost instinctual to the point you don’t have to think about it. I don’t think Fleur forgot about me, but I appreciated her keeping me safe some hundreds of feet up in the air. 

Fleur and I looked at each other. She looked a tad flush, almost surprised to see me still in her palm. God, I loved her eyes. They darted around so fast and locked onto me with laser precision, her pupils shrinking to focus on little me.

“Oh, shoot,” she said, “I forgot I was still holding you! I was about to take you with me.” 

There was a pause. I wasn’t sure if it was my turn to speak. But Fleur spoke before my mind could come up with something to say.

“That wouldn’t have been bad, though,” she said. “You are a brave downsizer not scared of giants like me.”

“I guess I said that.” I assessed my situation and found it … uncomfortable. Something about being on the ground around Seb and Fleur didn’t bother me. Maybe because I had the freedom to move around or run away if I wanted. But sitting on Fleur’s hand like I was meant there was no escape. Her curled fingers slightly twitched, ready to encase me like the tentacles from a deep-sea leviathan.

“Here’s your helper back,” Fleur said, giving me back to Seb. I jumped into his palm and felt relieved to be back with him. “But if you change your mind,” she said to me, “and want to help me out with some things, you’ll know where I’ll be at.” She winked and walked off.

“Weird.” I looked up at Seb and noticed him staring at Fleur. Tracing his eyes, I could see him watching her ass jiggled within the tight denim shorts she wore. “Something got your attention?” I asked.

“Oh, um. I …” He looked flustered, his cheeks becoming red. “Nothing.”

-

“What you find out?” Jean-Claude asked.

“Fleur seemed nice enough. I think she likes me.” I sat next to him on the beach under a palm. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say she was really into me.”

“Sexual?”

“I think so,” I said.

“Going for it?”

I laughed. “I’d rather not. Still working on Seb, but he’s not budging.”

“And da other giant?”

“Kiernan? She’s hiding something for sure. I think that downsizer she’s got might be hers, if you know what I mean.”

Jean-Claude was so chill. He leaned back and took a deep breath as he admired the view of the ocean. The breeze felt so good, and the warm air almost beckoned me to a nap.

“She’d not let him roam if he was,” Jean-Claude said after a while. “And da man would know not to leave her side if he was.”

“You think they’re just a normal couple?”

“Yes.”

I took a deep breath and sighed. I watched Seb push the raft out into the ocean, determined to fish. I wondered if he would return with thousands of little fish or one great big one. Maybe then we’ll find out a little more about the island.


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Ellis - When it Rains it Pours

Word Count: 9132
Added: 03/22/2025
Updated: 04/05/2025
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Ellis – When it Rains it Pours

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Things were a little tense yesterday with Kiernan. I explained to her a million times that I didn’t know who Lucy was. Not only did I not know Lucy, but I also wasn’t remotely interested in Lucy beyond being an acquaintance with her. My interaction with Lucy was harmless, I told Kiernan. Breakfast and idle chitchat and nothing more.

Kiernan didn’t talk much to me but held me close to her as we explored the island. She hardly let me out of her hands, and when she did, I was always arm's reach from her. We took breaks, ate bananas we found, drank at the lake, then came back to camp and slept.

Day four of our island adventure came upon us, and I could see Kiernan’s mood shifting for the better. She slipped on her dirty socks and boots before swiping me up in her hand. She gave me this … what I can only describe as a hug between two differently sized people. Her palm pressed me into the area above her breasts against her burning hot skin. Her thumping heart sounding like war drums the size of elephants hidden under her smooth skin. I looked up in time to see Kiernan sniffle once before grabbing her bag and heading into the jungle for another day of exploration.

-

“It’s just … I can’t compete with a woman your size,” she said, with heavy emotions dripping from each word.

We were on the slope of a green-covered mountain, blooming with grass and weeds. I stood on a boulder, almost eye-level with Kiernan, but I still had to crane my neck back to see all of her. She swallowed her emotions, gulping air and fighting against tears. She fidgeted with her hands and looked off into the island, unable to train her big brown eyes on me.

“Kiernan—”

“Wait.” She sniffled again. “It’s important we both understand what we’re getting into. I can’t give you what a woman your size can. Never! I can’t wrap my arms around you. I can’t kiss you and let you feel my tongue.” Kiernan wiped a tear tracing down her cheek. “I can never give you the experience of making love to me like another woman your size. There’s so much I can’t give you.”

Her admission blew me away. Was that really what upset her? Kiernan was the literal woman of my dreams, amplified thirty-folds, and she doesn’t think she’s good enough? I laughed to myself. If anything …

“I’m not good enough for you,” I said. She turned to face me. “Kiernan, what about the stuff I can’t do? I can’t make love to you like a giant can. I’ll never be able to spoon you or carry you in my arms.”

“I don’t care about those sorts of things,” she said. “You’re the first man I felt so comfortable around. I’ve never laughed and had a fun time like this with anyone before. Face it, you’re bringing so much to the relationship and … and I can’t match it.”

I couldn’t stop myself from laughing. “Kiernan, seriously? I thought maybe we’d have this conversation, but I for sure thought it’d be the other way around!”

“Just admit it, Ellis! You want to have sex with that hot Italian woman, don’t you? Your penis can fit inside h-her like normal. It’s not fair. I wish I could—what’s so funny?”

“I’m not interested in Lucy or any other woman, regardless of their pussy size. I’m into you, Kiernan.”

“You do care. C’mon, Ellis. You don’t really want to do … that.”

“What do you mean?”

“Make love with me.” Her head sank like she lost all the energy in her neck. “My … my lady parts are big enough to swallow you. You don’t want that, do you?”

 “Spelunking?” I asked with a smile, trying to ease her tension. She lifted her head. “Isn’t that why you hired me? My excellent cave-diving skills?”

She sighed. “A guy like you takes women by the arms and throws them into bed. You’d want to be in charge. But look what’s been happening! I’ve been keeping you attached to me like a little accessory, like I promised I wouldn’t. I hate myself. Why did I do this to you? It’s like you’ve been my prisoner.”

“Kiernan, Kiernan, did you ever hear me complain while you held me?”

“No.”

“Why would you ever think I was your prisoner?”

“Well—”

“How come you think I’m interested in anyone but you?”

“Because—”

“And why in the world do you think your size of your ‘lady parts’ is viewed negatively by me?” I scaled down the boulder and walked around Kiernan’s hip. Her legs were bent and created a three-story arch of silky flesh for me to walk under. I sauntered over to the area in front of her crotch. Her dark olive-green shorts covered what I considered the holy land, and what she considered a liability to our newfound relationship. “When the time comes, I promise you have nothing to worry about.”

The heat radiating from her crotch was like standing in front of a furnace. I wondered if it was always like that or if my presence had anything to do with it. I looked up, and we locked eyes.

“You’re wrong about something, Kiernan.”

“What’s that?” she asked with a concerned tilt of her head.

“I’m not that kinda guy that throws a woman into bed and takes charge.”

“What kind of guy are you?”

“I'm the kind of guy that knows how to wiggle his way into a tight spot.”

“Uh, don't you mean 'out of a tight spot'?”

“No, Kiernan, I don't.”

Kiernan’s laugh shattered her miserable mood, and she was smiling for the first time since that incident with Lucy. She stretched out her legs, lowering them, creating a “V” with them, and I was near her crotch. Something in the air was getting me in the mood. I was hopelessly obsessed with this girl, and I had a feeling she felt the same way, too.

Kiernan holding onto me without letting me out of her sight, because of her jealousy, scared that I might talk to another woman, didn’t bother me. Maybe it should’ve because of how possessive she was. But I was dumb and falling hard for Kiernan. Her size was a challenge, and I understood this before entering the relationship. Kiernan understood the challenges far better than I did considering what she just said. Me being a fraction of the size of a human dick … sort of put me at a disadvantage. But not only did that not bother her, Kiernan was more concerned about herself being right for me—which blew my mind. And it only made me desire Kiernan even more. How could I not be attracted to someone with so much empathy and perceptiveness about my feelings?

Like a snake under the control flute from a charmer, my feet walked on their own accord towards Kiernan. I could see her pussy mound pressing up against her stretched shorts. The heat and her smell became more intense. That smell! Far more intoxicating than the freshly baked pretzels at the mall.

Before I could reach Kiernan, three of her giant fingers came sliding down in front of me like a garage door. Her slender pinkie finger dangling off to the side. I looked up at her, and she had a nervous grin while shaking her head slightly.

“I’m not quite ready,” she said with a pitched tone that was higher than usual.

“Huh?”

Fuck, I was lost. I wasn’t even sure what I was doing—or what I would’ve done if I reached her. I had the biggest erection of my life hidden under my pants that I wasn’t sure if Kiernan saw or not.

“Soon, Ellis.” She moved her hand and rotated it so that her palm was out. I hopped on without question, and she brought me up to her face. “I’m almost ready for you.” Her whisper sent a chill down my spine.

I rubbed my head and then ran my fingers through my hair. The fog in my mind gently faded, but my lust for Kiernan burned no less bright.

“Take your time … babe.” I studied her for a reaction. Her lips turned up slightly in a smirk. “And if there’s anything I can help with making you more comfortable, please let me know. If it helps, lemme just say, you’ve been the only person on my mind since the day we met. No one’s ever come close to having that effect on me. … If time could stand still, right now, and me being trapped here in your hand with you looking down at me—I would consider it heaven. Not once have I given a shit about being stranded on an island, because once I found you, talked to you, got to know you, nothing else in the world mattered.”

She grew more beautiful by the second as her eyes became larger and her desire amplified. She shifted her body like she was sitting on something uncomfortable. Her breathing grew heavy, causing the exhale from her lungs to push back against my clothes and hair. If I didn’t know better, I would’ve said she was ready for me.

“I mean it. And I can’t wait to prove to you that you have nothing to worry about. I’m yours and no one else's. And you think your lady part swallowing me is a bad thing?” I stood up on her palm, having to balance on a surface that was making micro-corrections to balance me as well. “Because I can’t wait for your front butt to gobble me up.”

She laughed. “‘Front butt’?”

“Isn’t that the scientific term?”

“Not in any of the texts I’ve read.” She spoke with a smile.

“Ah, see, I read it in a scientific journal—well, more of a new-age blog.”

-

The mood between us lightened up after that. She gathered her things, and me, then we were off charting the island. Kiernan trampled through trees like they were nothing and climbed mountains with ease. Her boots were a pair of wrecking balls that dotted the landscape with craters.

The island was gorgeous from my view, some 150 feet up in the air. The Pacific trade winds brought in clouds that helped shield us from the sun occasionally. It would sprinkle rain and then disappear a second later, leaving behind rainbows for us to gawk at.

The grass and trees burned with color, greener than a St. Patrick’s Day parade. I could see how the ecosystem adapted to certain parts of the island. The winds brought clouds and rain, leaving the East side of the island lush with vegetation, while the west side became more arid. We explored the west, along a mountain range that ran along the coast. Kiernan scaled the mountains like she was on a playground. Jumping from mountain peak to mountain peak. Her boots crushed and vaporized boulders into powder as the full force of her body came down on them.

There was no shortage of water. We’d discovered countless streams and two big lakes. During a break, we both drank from the stream like a pair of deer in the woods. After drinking, Kiernan filled up her bottle and then swiped me up to continue walking. Something about the water was off and I wanted to examine it, but I didn’t have a chance to. It wasn’t about the taste or color or anything like that. It just felt off.

-

“What do you think, babe?” I asked Kiernan. Calling her babe was my favorite thing at that moment. “Are you a giant, or is this island tiny?”

She shrugged. We sat along the coast. Behind us was a valley created by two mountains. Only a few palms grew in this area. The privacy was nice, and the serene ambience was picturesque.

“What do you think?” she asked me.

“Is it weird that I hope you’re a real-life giantess?”

She smiled. “I am to you.”

“Yeah, but wouldn’t it be cool if you were to humans? Oh shit, let’s say you are a giantess and I’m a human.”

“Okay …”

“What would you look like to a downsizer?”

“Like a big giantess?”

“Damn, that’s hot.”

She giggled. “Why would that be hot?”

“Because there would be more Kiernan to love.”

“Were you a poet in a past life?”

I lay back on her bare thigh and placed my hand behind my head as I looked up at her. Her presence consumed all of my five senses.

“The world would be a better place if everyone got to see you the way I do,” I said. “Everyone should look up to you.”

Kiernan gave me a sly grin. “You don’t say …? Are you trying to—”

“Flatter you? Yes. Praise you? Worship and cheer you up? Yes, yes, and yes! But c’mon, babe. Ever wonder how great it would be if you found out you were a real-life giantess?”

“Nah,” she said, shaking her head, allowing the locks in her hair to fly outwards like those swing rides at a carnival. “Humans already take up so many resources. Giants would be worse. We need more people downsizing than …”

“Upsizing?”

She smiled. “Yeah. If there’s even such a thing.” Her giant finger came and softly stroked me, from my shoulder down my hips and alongside my outer legs. I melted under the soft pad of her index finger. “That’s why I love downsizing and downsizers. People like you are making a difference in the world. I wish more would follow.”

Oh, shit—that’s right. Kiernan was still under the impression I downsized by choice. My mind scrambled for something to say. But was there harm in letting her think I downsized on purpose? I’m still … downsized, regardless. That should be enough. I really didn’t see the harm in letting Kiernan think I downsized for the environment.

“Something wrong?” she asked. I guess she saw my crestfallen expression.

“Nothing,” I said. “Just wondering if I am downsized. I might have to go through the process again once we get off the island.”

She giggled. “Let’s say … you are right. Let’s say I am a giant. If you downsized, you’d be microscopic to me!”

“Sounds like a win to me.” I turned over and grabbed her finger, pulling it towards me and hugging it. I rubbed my cheek against her digit, the stubbles in my cheek getting caught in the lines of her fingerprint. “Like I said, more Kiernan to love can only be a good thing.”

She pulled her finger away from me and then gave it a kiss. She brought it back to my cheek, allowing me to give it a kiss back.

“I gotta pee,” she said, breaking the moment.

Kiernan, although she liked to keep me close to her, demanded privacy for potty breaks. Usually, that meant standing far away with my back turned to her, where she could still see me as she did her business.

“I’ll go with you,” I said, getting up to my feet. She was quick with her hands. I didn’t even see her fingers curling around the length of body. Her index finger was just under my neck and went down my waist. The width of her middle finger covered my legs and held me in-place but without discomfort. My feet hung freely, but I found I could essentially stand on the inside of the finger. Only two of Kiernan’s fingers was enough to cover the majority of my body. Her slenderness and petiteness betrayed by her enormous stature. She pulled me into the sky until I was in front of her face without making me feel disoriented. “Please?”

“Nuh-uh. I want you close, but not that close.”

“It’s not a big deal, babe.”

“It is for me.”

She got up to her feet and balanced me in her hand, so I remained at the same elevation the entire time. Kiernan then stomped over to the valley and sat me down at the edge where the sandy beach ended and the enclosed green valley began. She told me to turn around, and I begrudgingly complied.

I felt her footsteps thunder behind me as she looked for a spot to do her business. Now it felt weird being separated from Kiernan. We were still in that honeymoon phase of our relationship and always being smothered in her hands and on her person was something I’d become comfortable with. I felt almost naked not being with her.

Turning my head back, I could see her upper body over the canopy of trees, looking down for the perfect spot to piss. I could tell she was clearing a spot with her foot by her body language and movements. I was too far away, I decided. She didn’t want me to be this far away, did she? I laughed at myself as I made up excuses, like what if another downsized woman came up to me? Kiernan wouldn’t like that, and neither would I. With that airtight reasoning, I started walking backwards towards Kiernan.

She might’ve been shy about peeing, and yeah, of course I’d give her privacy, but the peeing stuff didn’t bother me. I backed up closer to her. Thinking back, I didn’t believe Kiernan could do anything that’d bother me. In fact …

I looked over my shoulder just in time to see her unzipping the front of her shorts. My head quickly snapped forward. She wanted privacy, and she’d get it. But it was painful. The earth under my feet trembled as Kiernan positioned her feet and squatted. She let out a sigh before I heard floodgates opening. It sounded louder than white-water rapids.

So, I remembered walking backwards, hoping to get close. Around the time I started smelling her urine … things kinda just faded.

-

My hallucination started on a beach resort that looked like the one in Acapulco where I was vacationing when those thugs drugged and force-downsized me. But things in my vision were slightly different.

I was fucking small.

I was on a concrete wall that divided the beach from the large resort development. I sat on its edge with my feet dangling over, watching scantily clad humans walking to and from the beach without a care in the world. They held colorful drinks in their hands, had towels draped over their shoulders, and carried downsizers like precious little stones in their hands. It seemed like everyone surrounding me was in a mixed-size relationship.

I looked around for Kiernan but didn’t spot her anywhere. I sat alone on the concrete wall with no way down, confused how I got there. All the humans walking past me ignored me. Too invested in their own downsizers to care about me.

The sound of seagulls scared the shit out of me. What was stopping them from swooping down and making me their lunch? Being out and alone gave me a fright I didn’t feel back on the island. I gripped the concrete wall tightly as I desperately looked around for Kiernan. Where was she? Why in the world were we separated?

It wasn’t until I heard a booming sound that I began to relax. And by booming sound, I mean cataclysmic, Earth-ending booming sounds. Enough to make the humans freeze and look up in the sky. I heard the birds squawking and flying away before the threat even became visible. With all the trepidation and anxiety going around on the beach, only I, the lone downsizer, felt relief. I knew who it was.

I turned away from the beach and looked back at the luxury resort, with its opulent decorations and swimming pool, just in time to see Kiernan walking around it, making it look like a dollhouse.

I was a downsizer, and she was a real-life giantess. Humans ran from her bare feet as a long, slender leg swung and cleared the fanciful eight-story resort, painted white with gold trim. She wore a plaid bikini with straps loosely tied to the side. Her messy blonde hair exploded from her head like fireworks, giving her this just-rolled-out-of-bed look. And my God was she sexy.

Chaos erupted as hundreds of humans ran from the resort and thundered all around me, only for Kiernan’s footsteps to drown them all out. Concrete and other structures crumbled like brittle crackers under the soles of her feet. Although she was petite, complete with a thigh-gap a train could run through, her awesome weight and stature were a greater destructive force than a tornado.

The humans viewed Kiernan as a downsizer viewed a human. But to me and the other downsizers around, Kiernan was just shy of 1.3 miles tall.

Her giant feet planted on the plaza just in front of me. I couldn’t be 100% certain, but I’m sure I saw several humans disappear under her feet. Her five-black painted toes were, in my perspective, some hundreds of feet away, but were devastating, nonetheless. I grabbed hold of the concrete wall as hurricane-force gales struck me. The massive air displacement of her foot threatened to blow me off the concrete wall like a leaf. My fingers strained as I held onto the porous concrete, my entire body floating horizontally from the winds. Looking up, my eyes dried up and my cheeks filled with wind. Kiernan had finished her steps for a few seconds, but the environmental force was like no other.

When the winds finally died down, my body fell back onto the wall, face down. Kiernan wiggled her toes as I craned my head back. I followed her impossibly long legs up, past her abs, boobs, and then stopped at her smiling face. We both locked our eyes. I had to have looked like a grain of sand to her.

“There you are,” she said. “I’ve been tearing this place up looking for you.”

“You have?”

“Mhmm.”

I wasn’t sure how she understood me, but that wasn’t important. She squatted and extended her finger towards me. Her nail presented itself to me with robotic precision. She held it there for me to walk on—which I did with zero hesitation. I just had to get back to my Kiernan, after all. I climbed onto her upturned nail and walked to the spot where her nail ended and the flesh of her digit began. My hand tapped on her almost alien-looking skin, signaling that I was ready. She lifted me up, thousands of feet into the air until her stadium-sized brown eyes were all I could see.

“You were so right to do this, Ellis, honey,” she said, her voice causing the windows on the resort to shatter. Yet I remained perfectly safe. “Even though I was a giant and you were a human coming off the island—you choosing to downsize was the right choice. Do you have any regrets?”

My head shook on its own. “Fuck no,” I said. “There’s just way more of you to love.”

She giggled. “I want to ask you something …”

“Yeah, babe?”

“About you holding your breath …”

“I’m good at it. Remember?”

“Well, let’s put it to the ultimate test.”

I felt my stomach rise to my throat as she lowered her finger. Kiernan sat down on the resort building, plowing through the structure as if it were made of wet cardboard and causing untold destruction and death. But that wasn’t important. She spread her legs and held me in front of her bikini bottoms.

“Ready?” Her voice was husky and full of lust.

“Let’s fucking go!”

With her other hand, she slipped a finger to the side of her panties and was about to peel it back to unveil her sex.

And that’s when I woke up.

-

I rolled over to my stomach and coughed up sea water for a solid minute. I hacked out the rest of the salty spit in my mouth until I nearly vomited. When I finished spitting, only then did I realize where I was spitting. It was Kiernan’s fingers. I turned quickly and saw a look of concern on her face, almost worrying me.

“I-I’m sorry, Kiernan. I didn’t know I was spitting on your—”

“Are you okay?” She spoke fast, almost out of breath.

“Uh, yeah.” Her hand was upturned, parallel to the ground. I flipped over and sat on the first knuckle of her middle finger, and that’s when I realized that I was naked. Looking down, I saw my cock standing straight up, harder than morning wood. “Uh … Kiernan … Why am I naked?”

I was all wet with ocean water, but there was a lingering scent beyond the briny sea water that smelled tangy and familiar. My erection would not quit and throbbed so hard it hurt.

“I was washing you,” Kiernan said, answering both questions. “You got … a little messy.”

I looked around and could see we were back on the beach; Kiernan having rinsed me in the ocean. I couldn’t see my clothes anywhere. Kiernan's cheeks turned a shade of bashful red probably because of my nudity. I didn’t mind being naked—I mean, I already came on her finger before. No, my mind was trying to figure out what had happened.

“Messy how?” I asked.

She cringed. “Muddy?”

“Huh? Um, babe, I don’t remember what happened. I remember you going to the bathroom and that’s it.”

She looked off to the side and took in a breath, obviously hiding something.

“What happened? Did I make a fool of myself?”

She let out a nervous laugh. “Okay, so, do you know what snow angels are?”

“Of course.”

“Well, you were making mud angels.”

“Okay …”

“Face down.” She clenched her jaw, morphing her expression between cringe and shyness. “But the mud was not made of water and dirt.”

“Oh?”

“I was pe—urinating!” Kiernan, the scientist, corrected herself. “And I wasn’t really paying attention, but when I looked down, you were …”

While Kiernan was saying each word delicately, I started laughing. It took her by surprise.

“Did you hear me, Ellis? You were making mud angels in my—”

“Piss?” I laughed again. “Why the hell would I do that? I just remember … oh.” How did I miss that? “I was having another one of those horny hallucinations. Why? Did you take off your boots?”

“No.” A bashful smile appeared on her face. “Ellis, you know I’m … really into you, right?”

“Yeah. I’m into you too!”

“No, like, I’m really into you. I like you a lot, Ellis.” Her finger from her other hand came down to stroke the side of my body, coming so close to my cock. “I’m so into you … I’m lusting over you. Because of that, my body is in overdrive, producing potent pheromones to attract you to me. My urine—”

“You’re saying your body’s chemistry is changing me to lure me into its web?”

She was so cute when she was shy. Her entire face turned into a burning, bashful red.

“Oh, shit,” I said. “Your piss has pheromones in it, and I sniffed it out like a dog. … and then you marked me like a dog marks a fire hydrant.”

She laughed. “I didn’t mean to!”

“Did you piss on me, babe? Never thought I’d ask that question.”

“Don’t be mad!”

“I’m not. I think this is funny as hell.”

“You do?” The tone of hopefulness in her voice was like music to my ears. “Well, I looked down a little late. I was … peeing, and by the time I saw you, you were crawling in the muddy puddle I was creating. You rubbed your face into the mess. I was shocked and didn’t know what to do. Then … my stream sort of came right down on you. I soaked you pretty bad. At least you had a smile and looked like you were having fun.”

The image of an extra-large Kiernan from my vision popped into my head. “It was alright, I guess. Then what happened?”

“You’re really not upset?”

“Fuck no. What happened next?”

“Okay, I didn’t want you to lose your … dignity, so I tried fishing you out without getting my hands dirty.”

“Seriously?” I laughed. “It was your piss!”

“It was icky!”

“I was covered in it!”

“Yeah, it was icky!” she said, with a laugh this time. “But I grabbed you by the ankle and lifted you upside down out of it.”

I looked down at my right ankle and saw discoloration. Not quite a bruise, but I could see the impression matched Kiernan’s thumb. “Tell me this,” I said, “did you stop peeing?”

She closed her eyes in embarrassment.

“Kiernan?”

“I had to go! I drank a lot of water!”

“You’re telling me I was hanging upside down, dripping in your piss, hallucinating, but you took the time to finish your piss?”

“Um …”

“Well, it was worth it though, right?” I asked.

She looked at me with a quizzical look on her face.

“Don’t dogs pee to mark their territories?” I asked. “It might’ve not been on purpose, but marking me with your piss makes me officially yours, right?”

“Uh, did you just call me a bitch?” she asked before bursting into a laugh. “Maybe I should start calling you ‘Kennel Casanova,’ my little lost puppy.”

“Sure. That name is not as bad as losing my self-respect by swimming in your piss the way Scrooge McDuck loves swimming in piles of gold, but I see your point. I apologize for insinuating you were marking your territory,” I said, finishing in a respectful, yet animated, bow.

“No, no …” She bit her lower lip. “I like the sound of that. I was marking you as mine,” she said, ending with a hot whisper.

Kiernan’s words just put me over the edge. Why was all of this so insanely hot to me? Nothing in my previous life could compare to this moment. A giantess, who I’m insanely infatuated with, also has the same feelings, so much so that her body is actively trying to drug me so that I’m hers. 

“See babe! When Lucy talked to me the other day, all you had to do was take a piss on me so that she would’ve known I was taken. It’s better than a ring on my finger. And you know what would’ve been a power move? If you did it right there at the bonfire in front of her.”

Full of smiles, Kiernan said, “That would’ve been gross!”

“Just go back to the camp and piss on everyone. Take charge.”

“No!” Her finger came down my chest and traced downwards, only a hair away from my pulsing cock. She stopped and looked into my eyes. “My body is creating pheromones for you—only. The only person allowed to enjoy it is you.”

When the pad of her finger went down my shaft, it took the power of a thousand suns to not blow my load. I looked up at Kiernan with desperation in my eyes. I shoved her digit away and stared at her.

“I’m sorry,” she said immediately. “I should’ve asked if I could—”

“I don’t want it this way, babe.”

“You don’t?” she asked with worry in her voice.

“The only way I can truly be happy is if I get you off.”

“I …” she trailed off and couldn’t finish her thought. I could see her wrestling in her mind.

“Kiernan, your body is shouting that it desires me. Your words are saying you desire me. I know you’re worried that you can’t compete with a woman my size, but you’re dead wrong.” I stroked her finger and gave it a few pats. “Let’s do what we’ve been aching to do since we first met.”

She breathed hard through her nose. She licked her lips, getting hot and bothered. Kiernan just needed the slightest push.

“Did I say anything that was wrong or out of line?”

She nodded her head no. That’s what I needed to hear before moving forward.

“Then let me be the guy that tosses you into bed and takes charge.”

She nodded eagerly before I could continue, the hopefulness in her face ratcheting up to a thousand. I could feel Kiernan’s elevated heartbeat thumping in her hands. Her lust, burning and cooking me where I stood. My cock only getting harder while I witnessed this 190-foot bombshell yearning for me.

“Then set back and take off those damn shorts for me.”

Kiernan nodded and set me down on the sand, next to her boots which she quickly took off along with her socks. I made sure to give her feet a wide berth to avoid accidentally inhaling her pheromones. Her eyes focused on unbuttoning her shorts, unzipping her fly, and then shimmying out of her shorts. She tossed her shorts away and looked at me for further instructions.

“Now take off your shirt,” I said.

The obedient giantess crossed her arms, grabbed the ends of her shirt, and, in a flourishing move, threw it alongside her shorts. She wore matching black panties and underwear. Her hair was all over the place, with a curtain of golden locks in front of her eyes. She stood still, patiently waiting for me to make the next move.

“Pick me up and set me on your stomach.”

A shockwave blasted outwards as Kiernan sat down. Her hands shook with trepidation as she picked me up and set me on her firm belly. Her chest rose and dropped as her breathing became intense. She leaned back, creating a gentle slope for her upper body. As much as I wanted to get between her legs, there was one other thing I wanted to do.

I climbed up her upper abs, jumping, and grabbing hold of the center of her bra. Hanging from her bra-strap, I couldn’t help but plant a kiss on her warm skin. I then pushed myself upward onto her sternum, then collarbone. My journey was thirty feet up a sloped human body—but fortunately for me, the goosebumps cropping up on her skin gave me enough texture and grip to help make the climb easier. It nearly took my breath away, but I felt so fucking accomplished when I got up to her shoulder.

Apparently, making skin-to-skin contact was as electrifying for her as it was for me because the fine hairs on her skin stood straight up as I walked across her. I pushed away her blonde hair and walked up to her ear. With Kiernan looking straight forward, her ear was hopelessly out of reach even if I jumped with all my might.

After several failed attempts, Kiernan got the hint and cocked her head to the side so I could grab hold of her earlobe.

“Can you hear me?” I asked in a volume lower than usual. With me carefully pulling on her ear, she moved her head further. “I just wanted to say you were wrong about one thing.” I couldn’t help myself. Fortunately, she couldn’t see the big grin on my face. “You think I’m yours. It’s the other way around. You’re all mine.”

Her body violently trembled, forcing me to hold dearly to her ear. When that subsided, I planted a kiss on her earlobe, and then I licked it. My teeth sank into the extra soft skin and gave her the best nibble a two-inch man could. Kiernan had her mouth open and let out a hot moan as I messed with her ear. She swayed her head, pushing it towards me, encouraging me to give her more.

I spoke directly into her ear in a gravelly whisper. “Take off your bra.”

Although she rose gently, I had to drop to my knees and hold onto her as she swung her arms behind her back to undo the clasp. It felt strange trying to take charge when her simple moves threatened to fling me off of her. She undid the straps from her shoulders and used her left hand to hold the cups of her bras against her tits. I could sense the trepidation.

“It’s okay, babe,” I said, reassuring her. “Take all the time you need.”

She nodded. After a few silent moments, she took the bra off completely, letting the sun’s rays kiss her breasts.

“I’ve never been topless outside before,” she said. “It feels so … freeing.”

I looked down over the precipice of her shoulder and could see the brown nipples fully erect and pointing straight outwards.

“Want to lie back?” I asked.

Kiernan tilted herself back, consciously making sure I had enough time to walk from shoulder to collarbone as her back made contact with the hot sand. And there it was. Her tits out in front of me like a pair of tents. Under my feet, I could feel the firmness of her bone give way to the fatty softness of her tits. I got down on my hands and knees and climbed upwards on her boob. 

Kiernan’s hand played with her right tit, while I had the left all to myself. My hands and feet sank into her considerably compared to the other parts of her body. When I reached her nipple, I saw details I never knew existed. The fleshy brown cylinder was as big as my head and contained intricate folds and wrinkles that were so unique—so Kiernan. I reached out and touched it with my fingers, feeling the coarse skin react to my touch. 

I was bounced around and nearly slipped off from an unexpected boob-quake. Looking back, I could see Kiernan, eyes shut, with a look of intense pleasure on her face, breathing hard through her mouth. I shimmied myself back up until I was upon her nipple again, and this time I planted my palm against it. My hands rubbed up and down the pillar, as though expecting a genie to come out but instead a better outcome: a sensual moan from my giant girlfriend. 

Soon, both my hands were rubbing her nipple, making it harder and stand taller than before. I wiggled closer so my chin was against her nip. Sticking out my tongue, I ran it up the salty cylinder until I reached the top. I could feel Kiernan’s heartbeat all around me. Even her nipple tremored with each concussive boom. 

Probably not the smartest thing I’ve ever done, but I took a bite. Okay, not a bite—more like a nibble on the top of her nipple. Kiernan didn’t like that. Her body jolted, sending me flying into the air like a trampoline. I landed somewhere on her boob and quickly rolled off between her tits. That action lasted maybe a few seconds? But my mind could hardly keep up with what was going on.

The ground underneath me rumbled. I quickly turned to see Kiernan talking.

“No biting.”

It was a simple statement that was awfully clear.

I nodded and climbed back up her tit, and reached the nipple that got me in trouble last time. I played with it. Rubbed it. Licked it. I caressed it in my hand like a precious idol, eliciting pleasure-filled moans from Kiernan. Pushing myself to the top, I wrapped my legs around her nipple, the bottom of my cock rubbing against it. My finger traced her milk ducts. 

“What are you doing there?” Kiernan asked.

I turned to face her. She looked so serene on her back with her head tilted to better look at me. 

“Ever heard of palm reading?” I asked. “Well, that shit is fake. You know that being a scientist, right?”

“Mhmm.” Her smile radiated pure joy.

“Well, I do nipple reading. Way more accurate way of predicting someone’s future.”

I paused and waited for a response from Kiernan. She just looked at me with that delightful grin of hers, waiting for me to continue.

“See these lines right here?” My index and ring finger followed a crease that went up to the edge of her nipple. “This means you’re gonna escape this island. And this one over here?” I traced another random line. “This means you’re gonna inherit something big. Something powerful.”

“Like what?” she asked with a tilt of her head.

“Me!”

She giggled. The boob-quake was becoming an insanely wonderful experience the more time I spent on her, as it forced her nipple to rub against my cock.

“But this is the most important line.” My index finger played with the tiny bumps and creases near her milk ducts. “This one tells you about your near future. It says you’re gonna get lucky.”

“Oh, yeah? With whom?”

“It’s kinda murky.” I drummed my fingers on the top of her nipple. “I think it says with some asshole.”

“Hmm,” she hummed. “Must be referring to you.”

“Must be.”

We fell silent as we stared into each other’s eyes. Only the sounds of the crashing waves and the palm leaves rustling in the trade winds joined us in our moment. 

“I think you should take off your panties.” 

“I …”

“You want to, right?”

She nodded.

I said slowly, “But you’re—”

“Afraid.”

“And what are you afraid of?”

“... you know.”

I sat there for a second as I strategized my next words. “What would you do if I bit your nipple?”

“I’d slap you!” Her mood changed instantly. She was playful but no longer apprehensive like before. “My nipples are extra-sensitive. I don’t like you biting.”

“What if I took off your panties?”

“You can’t,” she scoffed. “You’re too little to pull them off.”

“But would you slap me away?”

“What? No.”

"Well, if that isn't an invitation ..." I thought to myself. I let myself fall backwards, landing on the slope of her tits and let myself slide down to her underboob. I somersaulted onto my feet and jogged down her stomach to her black panties. 

Kiernan might’ve said she was afraid, but her body chemistry said otherwise. I could smell her overly-excited pussy as I ran to the strap of her bikini bottom by her left hip. I tried to inhale air upwind from her pussy. Her scent didn’t bother—quite the opposite. I could feel myself getting light-headed as her pheromones threatened to drug me.

“Ellis …”

I looked over my shoulder and saw Kiernan pushing herself up.

“You really want this?” she asked. 

“If I can’t untie these straps with my hands, I’m going to start chewing with my teeth!”

“Um, okay. Okay. I’m ready.” 

My anticipation grew when I saw her thumbs hook into the straps of her panties. Her hands vibrated like an idle engine as she nervously felt the straps around her waist. I got on my knees and crawled to her thumb, stroking it as I looked back at her.

“You got this!” I said. “Take them off …”

Kiernan nodded. She pulled her panties down her thighs, raising her legs up in the air. I craned my head back to see her skyscraper legs high in the air, her black panties slipping past her ankles and elegant feet. 

When I looked back down, I saw her hand covering herself. I was by her obliques and walked over to her hand. Squatting, I gripped under her thumb and attempted to deadlift her hand. I might as well have tried deadlifting a 747. I pushed my whole body into her thumb and tried shoving her away, trying to push it to the side. 

“Hey babe? Little help?”

Kiernan took a deep breath. “Okay, here we go.”

She lifted her hand away to reveal herself to me. My mouth drooled as I gazed unto her beauty.

“I know men don’t like … hairiness down there. I’m sorry if it’s not what you—”

She stopped talking when I jumped and flipped in mid-air so my back landed on her hairy snatch. Her dark, golden pubes caught me like a haystack bed. Some of her hairs were half my body length and tickled the shit out of me. It wasn’t like dried out hay but more like young stalks of corn. I moved my arms and legs in her hair. 

“Look babe, I’m making pube angels,” I said. “I think I prefer this over the piss angels.”

Kiernan lifted herself so that she loomed above and could see me better. Looking down her long legs, I could see her feet nervously rubbing against one another. Her toes fiddling with each other.

“Is it okay?” she asked.

I got to my feet among the crop field of her pubes. “Is what okay?”

“... me?”

I snorted. “You’re better than okay.” I turned around and looked at my prize. “You’re perfect.” 

Her swollen pussy lips drooled as it hungered for me. I dropped to my knees and edged to the top of her folds. Her body quaked when my hands peeled back the layers of heavy skin that hid the little nub I was looking for. Even her most feminine, intimate body part was a struggle for me. Like pushing back layers of thick carpet to open up her pink, juicy flower. She pulled her legs back and spread them wide, trapping me in a valley of her creamy thighs. My fingers dipped into the viscous nectar pooling around her, and when my fingers inadvertently brushed up against her nub, her body quaked the hardest. 

My arms reached out and grabbed her pubes as Kiernan moaned louder than an erupting volcano. Her thighs jiggled as she shook. I didn’t see her hands, but I was sure they were doing something to help stabilize her.

When things subsided, I went back to where I found her clit. The cute as a button nub fit into the palm of my hand. I scrunched up my fingers, forming five distinct lines across the sensitive surface.

“Oh fuck!” she shouted. “I can feel you.” Her voice was raspy like a smoker. “I felt your fingers.”

Tell me if you feel this, I thought to myself as I lowered my mouth and licked the length of her clit. The 190 foot woman screamed and wriggled from the effects of my miniscule tongue. When I got my hands involved, two enormous fingers came to my side and steadied me as she came. 

Her feet plowed into the sand and her legs shook uncontrollably. I felt like I was on the wildest rodeo ride of my life. I would’ve been flung into space had she not held me between the pad of her thumbs and index finger.

“More!” she whined. “Ellis, please. Please, Ellis, more!”

I fought against her pheromones from taking me into another world. My mind stayed sober as I went back to eating her clit out. Lick, rub, and even a fucking Eskimo Kiss with my nose. 

With the help of Kiernan’s fingers, I rotated myself so that my hips were in front of her clit. I thrusted forward, my hard cock against her wet clit.

“Yes! More! Please—fucking yes, right there. Fuck me. Fuck meeee!

Her index finger came down on my ass and shoved me harder into her clit. Not only that, but she made circular movements with her finger, taking my hips for a ride around her nub. Both my dick and her clit danced as Kiernan shoved me harder into her. It was painful. The entire digit of her finger covered my ass and twirled me around the folds of her labia.

“I’m going to cum!” I shouted up to Kiernan. My voice was just barely louder than her moans.

“No!” she said forcefully. Her thumb and index finger plucked me off her. “Cum inside me.”

I covered my nose and made a gesture like I was about to dive into a pool.

Kiernan brought me down between her legs. When her juicy pussy came to view, I saw her other hand spreading her sopping wet lips apart like stage curtains. I flew into her pussy as Kiernan plunged me inside her.

Her pussy burned hotter than a blacksmith’s furnace, dripping more viscous syrup than a maple tree and pulsing with more energy than a neutron star. 

Her fingers retreated, leaving me inside alone with Kiernan’s tremendous heartbeat and the vibrations of her moans. I wanted so desperately to be inside Kiernan … I realized I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. I shoved myself against her pink walls and rubbed my cock against her. My cock rubbed up against her pink walls while I grunted, spitting out her juices that quickly filled my mouth. 

I came inside her, my cum just a drop in the bucket. 

Only then could my cock finally deflate after being insanely horny for Kiernan ever since she pissed on me. Above my head, I could hear Kiernan’s fingers fast at work, rubbing her clit furiously.

Light shone into her pussy as her fingers returned in a clamp-like fashion. She tapped them, giving me a signal. I moved towards her and wrapped my arms around her index finger. She clamped down on me, moving us to the third act of our love making.

Things became a blur as she shoved me in and out of her pussy, using me as her tiny, living, breathing dildo. Despite her juices, the friction of sliding in and out of her cooked me. Things became frightening the faster she went. I gripped onto her finger tighter, hoping I wouldn’t pass out. 

A lioness’s roar declared that Kiernan had reached her climactic orgasm. And not a second too soon. Maybe I wasn’t the cave diver I thought I was. As soon as she pulled me out, I took deep, fresh breaths of air. I spat out her juices and wiped the gunk out of my eyes as she carried up the length of her stomach, past her breasts, and up to a very satisfied face.

“Ellis …”

“Kiernan—hang on, before you say anything,” I said through heavy breaths. It felt like I just finished doing laps in the pool. “I have to admit something.”

“What?” Her expression dropped. “W-what is it?”

“I wasn’t wearing a condom. Please tell me you got the morning-after pill in your bag!”

She scrunched up her face in a cutesy, angry expression. “You little dork! You had me going there.”

She rewarded my joke with a kiss, which I returned passionately. I rubbed my face into her plush lips as her tongue slithered out and licked me. After cleaning me with her tongue, she asked me if I wanted to take a nap.

“I don’t think this is a nudist beach,” I said.

“II don't think anyone's gonna complain, Ellis.”

If I thought Kiernan was possessive before, I was wrong. She placed me on her left breast and held me firmly against it with her right hand. I pulled her index finger over me like a blanket and fell asleep.

-

We dressed up after our nap together. Kiernan gushed over me and kissed me a million times, recounting our fuck and telling me it was the best thing she’s ever experienced.

“I can’t believe I was so nervous!” she said.

I reassured Kiernan and told her it was a big step for us and that her hesitation was normal. 

“Did you like it?”

“I loved it! Can’t wait to do it again!” My shirt had dried under the sun by this point, and I was slipping it back on my tanned skin.

“Want to do it again?”

“Fuck yeah.”

“Now?”

“Now? Babe,” I chuckled, “I need like … a day to recharge.”

Kiernan rotated and dropped her heel into the sand in front of me, toes wiggling above my head causing some sand to rain down on me. 

“I know a fun way to recharge you,” she said with a giant grin that went ear-to-ear.

“Would that really work?”

Her foot dropped and pinned me so that my head was stuck between her big and second toe. 

“Afraid to find out?” she asked, bringing her looming head into view above me.

“Nah. Let’s do this for science and find out!” I titled my head until my nose was against her bumpy toe cleavage. I inhaled as much as my lungs would allow and then blacked out.

-

When I awoke, I was naked in Kiernan’s palm. She was gasping, sweaty, and looked pleasantly satisfied like she finished eating a delicious meal. My cock felt bruised and spent. My pheromone-induced hallucination was just as good as the last. Watching Kiernan take over the world as a giantess never got old. 

“Did I recharge?” I asked.

Out of breath, Kiernan could only nod. She swallowed excess saliva and ran her fingers through her messy blonde hair.

“Your pheromones are no fucking joke, Kiernan.”

“I … I really want you—that’s why.”

-

“So you’re a scientist,” I said, “why are the waves around the island so weird looking?”

“What do you mean?”

We walked along the beach, with me perched in her palm.

“They’re big. But they don’t look like waves. More like water bouncing against the shore of a lake.”

“My guess is that there’s a shallow shelf of land that extends far out before dropping. The waves are most likely broken up by the undersea topography before reaching land.”

“That’s a thing?” I asked.

She nodded.

“So it’s still possible that you're a giant and I’m human?”

“I don’t think looking at waves would answer that question,” she said.

“Yeah, we need to find better evidence.”

“I suppose,” she said.

As we ventured forth into the island—Kiernan charting the land in her mind as we walked—I couldn’t help but look up and admire her. Kiernan was too good to be true, and we connected faster than I had with anyone I'd dated before.

And to think, if I hadn’t come to Mexico for vacation, if I didn’t get drunk at that bar, if they didn’t force-downsize me, and if that ship didn’t sink, I would’ve never met Kiernan. These series of events, like a Rube Goldberg machine, had to happen just right for me and Kiernan to meet. And even then, I think being downsized made all the difference. If I met Kiernan at the bar as a human, I don’t think she would’ve given me a second glance. 

I was thankful they downsized me—even if their intent was to sell me like an object … and even if Kiernan didn't quite know the real circumstances behind my downsizing. My life was just starting, and I would spend it with Kiernan.

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