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Suburban Shrinking

“Please leave your message after the beep…”

BEEP!

“Hi, Dallas, this is your father. I’m taking your brother’s to Six Flags today. I know you’re coming by for the weekend but I’ve promised I would take them. Uh… we won’t be back till around ten but… just so you know. Looking forward to seeing you again. Love you. Bye.” Jon then hung up the phone.

“Wait, can I talk to him!” Philip, the youngest son screamed grabbing at the phone.

“No, it was his voice mail.”

“oooh!” Philip whined as he stuffed more of his peanut butter and jelly sandwich into his mouth. He really missed his oldest brother.

“okay… Mark! Steven! Let’s go!” Jon hollered upstairs. A few seconds later the two teens stomped down the stairs pushing and shoving each other on the way down. Mark was slightly older than Stephen by two years.

“Guys, cut that out.” Jon said unenthusiastically to the two boys as he patted himself down trying to look for his car keys. He spotted them on the kitchen counter.

“Get in the car guys!” The whole family then exited their suburban home and got into their Ford Escape. Jon then began trying to turn the key in the ignition but it wouldn’t budge. “What is with this?”

He was a pretty strong guy and so he began to use his strength to turn the ignition. The key suddenly slid into position but then rotated much further than it should have. CRACK! “Oh damn, what is wrong with this?”

“Shit! What did you do?” Mark said from the passenger seat.

“Watch your mouth!” Jon snapped but still concentrating on the ignition.

He was able to pull the key out and try again. This time the engine started perfectly.

“See, it works fine” Jon said. He pulled out on the street and began driving down the road. However the car was groaning and burping far more than it ever had before. Jon was puzzled but got distracted by Stephen and Philip in the back seats hitting each other. “Guys! Guys! Cut that out!”

Philip said, “But Stephen took my money and won’t give it back!”

Stephen said, “Well, if it’s yours why don’t you come and get?” Stephen began hoisting the 100 dollar bill around and Philip began grabbing at it with his grubby hands.

Jon stared into his rear view mirror. “Stephen! Give the 100 dollar bill back!” Steven then held the 100 dollar bill outside the window teasing Philip that he would drop it. Philip began punching Stephen’s arm.

“Philip! Stop hitting him! Guys! Guys! Would you STO--”

CRASH!

The car had slammed into the back of a BMW that was parked along the curb on the street. The airbags deployed, everything went into the air and there was fierce sound of crinkling metal. However, something peculiar happened the second the car released its airbags; the entire vehicle and everyone who was inside it suddenly shrunk.

After only a few seconds there was silence and Jon said, “Is everyone okay?” With wide eyes and pale faces his three sons all nodded their heads. The damage taken by the car did not appear to be severe at all however, as he looked through the cracked windshield there appeared to be a massive amount of debris; literally, massive…

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The owner of the BMW was named Sean, a handsome 25 year old business man. He walked outside his house only to find that his luxury vehicle had just been in a collision with another car that had apparently left the scene.

“Mother Fucker!” The young business man screamed. He had just gotten home and so was still in his business attire. He immediately dialed 911 to report the crash incident and made his way to his damaged vehicle.

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Jon opened his car door and stepped out to realize that the pavement was incredibly rocky and uneven; not like a road at all but like a rocky break. Then horror struck him; he looked around and new in that instant that he had shrunk. There were pieces of glass scattered about as thick as the car and some pieces were the size of small houses! He looked up and could see the giant license plate of a BMW hundreds of feet above him. The back of the car stretched up even further though he noticed it sustained heavy damage.

Suddenly he turned around and coming from beyond the cliff-like curb of the street a suit-clad giant loomed over the accident scene casting a massive shadow over everything. His body was immense, thick, and powerful. Jon upon seeing the young giant ran to the car and locked the doors just for good measure.

Mark looked outside the passenger’s window up at the hulking form of the business man but couldn’t see his face. “Oh my god,” he said, “We shrank! Did we really shrink! How small are we?”

“I don’t know,” said Jon trying to stay in control of the situation, “really small.”

“Everything is huge!” Philip said. Then he stared up at the giant man and at his polished dress shoes that were impossibly large and quickly approaching. “That man is gigantic and he’s coming our way!”

“We need to get out of here!” Jon said. He then revved up the engine and began driving as fast as the miniscule car could go. He had to maneuver boulder size pebbles and vehicle sized crumbs of glass. Then the business man suddenly stepped on the street…

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Sean stepped over the curve and onto the street in order to closely inspect the damage. His size 13 dress shoes crunched on top of the shattered glass…

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Jon was driving incredibly fast across the rough terrain avoiding gigantic pebbles and glass like they were large cars or houses.

“DAD,” Mike screamed, “Look out!” Suddenly the business man’s monstrous dress shoe crashed down in front of them. The tiny family’s ears were suddenly filled with death curdling sounds of crushing glass under the giant’s immense weight. The only thing that was in front of them was a black rubber and leather wall that extended for hundreds of feet in both directions! There wasn’t enough time to change course and the wall got closer and closer! “We’re gonna CRASH!”

Suddenly, like a miracle the giant shifted his shoe forward at the last second! Instead of crashing into the giants shoe, the arch of the dress shoe was now in front of them and the tiny little vehicle sped through its gaping entrance. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief but held their breath again as the car drove as fast as it could to get out of this tunnel. The car was so small that driving in this space felt like driving in a long gigantic warehouse with a high ceiling and wall. In reality the height of this gap would have been less than an inch!

“That was close!” Stephen said.

“We aren’t out of the woods yet son. We’re now under this guy’s shoe!” Jon said maintaining the utmost concentration at what lied ahead of him. As they drove under the shoe the ground suddenly became smooth and not bumpy at all.

“Why did the street suddenly turn… green?” Stephen said nervously…

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Sean stared at the damage to his car and became even more frustrated. He looked at the shattered glass around him and then he noticed something. He looked at his shoes and noticed that his left foot was stepping on a 100 hundred dollar bill. Well, at least he was going to get something good out of this. He lifted his foot off the bill…

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Suddenly the tunnel that Jon was driving down vanished and light flooded the area. Everyone saw the worn sole of the dress shoe lift up high in the air. Its surface area was immense.

“Dad, look!” Philip said. He noticed now with the light that they had just drove over a massive zero. “I – I think were driving on a 100 dollar bill! My 100 dollar bill!”

Jon leaned forward on the steering wheel to see straight up through the windshield. Everyone stared straight up. They saw the full low POV of the Business man with his lean body and clean cut good looks. They saw his handsome face thousands of feet above them looking down on them. Or rather, looking down on the bill.

“Oh my God!” Mike said, “It’s Sean. I know him!”

The car was suddenly losing momentum for no apparent reason; it was as if it was going through something sticky. And before Jon could clear his mind from the sight the massive giant above, the car got stuck in a huge glob of peanut butter. A glob that was barely significant on the grimy 100 dollar bill.

“Oh no!” Philip said.

“Now, no one panic.” Jon tried backing out but the car was stuck.

“If you hadn’t been eating peanut butter, Philip, we wouldn’t be stuck right now!” Stephen complained.

“If you hadn’t taken it away from me I wouldn’t have gotten peanut butter on it!”

Jon chimed in, “Guys please! This is no time for arguing!” Suddenly a shadow loomed over them. And a split second later a gigantic thumb planted itself over Ben Franklin’s face. The family screamed as the bill was hoisted into the air. It was turned on its side yet the Peanut Butter did not lose its grasp on the tiny car. Sean held the bill at waist level while he grabbed his wallet out from his back pocket. Then the giant’s hand opening the money filled wallet appeared bellow the family and they feared its immense size. The family screamed as the opening came closer and closer. The giant then stuffed the bill completely into his wallet and the vehicle was plunged into darkness. The edge of the bill banged into the bottom of the wallet causing the vehicle to suddenly dislodge from its Peanut Butter glue and flip and tumble down the side of the bill to the bottom of the wallet…

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Sean stuffed the 100 dollar bill into his wallet and then stuffed the wallet into his back pants pocket against his ass. He then waited by his car till the cops arrived.

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“Mike, Stephen, Philip. Are you guys all okay!?” Jon said rubbing his forehead in slight discomfort.

“Yes.” They all said. Jon turned off the car but turned on the headlights which illuminated only a small portion of the area. The car was in between a 100 dollar bill and white, cardboard like paper that stretched up into darkness and in front of the car was what appeared to be a massive copper disk set on its side squeezed between the bill and the paper. The headlights shined at the point where the copper coin met the base of the wallet yet the coin actually curved around above the vehicle. They were looking at the side of a penny.

“Where are we?” Philip asked quietly.

“I think we’re inside Sean’s wallet.” Jon said.

“Great…” Mike said sarcastically, “In his wallet that he probably stuffed right in his ass pocket! Why the fuck does this shit happen to me!?” He started to exit the car.

“Mike,” Jon said, “Don’t get out of the car. It’s too dangerous! The only reason we aren’t crushed right now is because that coin,” pointing to the huge metal penny in front and above them, “is thicker than the width of the car! It’s leaving just enough room!”

“OH GREAT! So now I know in my leisure time we can drive around the edge of a penny!”

Mike didn’t heed the warning and stepped out in front of the car’s headlights. He looked around and banged his head and fist on the white cardboard stiff material on the right of the car. “Fuck! Sean! Can’t you hear us! Help US!” He screamed. Philip and Stephen remained quite in the car.

Suddenly the whole wallet began to sway and shake as the giant’s ass began to move as Sean walked.

“Mike get in the car before things get worse!” Jon urged. However, mike didn’t listen and didn’t move.

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Sean began walking over to the police car that had pulled up to his address. He was slightly happy that he recognized one of the two officers that pulled up out of the car.

“ Hey, well look who it is!” Sean said. “How have you been Mark?” Mark had played football with Sean throughout high school and was about 26 years old. He was a tall man and had a strong body which anyone could deduce by looking at him in his police uniform. Sean hadn’t seen him since high school. Mark went to police academy and Sean went to college to study business.

“Well, not bad Sean. How about you?” Mark said. He then looked at the accident. “I guess you’ve seen better days?”

“Yea…” he said. Sean then followed procedure with Officer Mark and his partner, Tom. The officers assured Sean that they would find out who had caused the accident.

“It’s been great seeing you again Mark.”

“Same here man.” Both men shook each other’s large hands firmly.

“Oh wait,” Sean remembered, “let me give you my card. So we can keep in touch…” He reached around to his back pocket to grab his wallet…

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Inside of Sean’s wallet Jon said, “Please Mike! Get back in the car! We’ll find a way out of this.” Jon couldn’t help but think that his son was overreacting to this situation.

“Why should I listen to you! It’s your fault that we shrunk and your fault why we ended up in Sean’s wallet! Stuck to his ass! Like bugs!”

Suddenly the entire wallet began to shake wildly. The pressure that was squeezing the enormous penny let up and it began to roll away from the tiny car to the far end of the wallet. Light flooded the wallet and the entire family was able to see Sean’s face looking into it. His thick, long fingers began flipping through the bills.

“Mike!” Jon screamed. “GET IN THE CAR NOW!” Mike began to realize how foolish he was and began to head back to the car. However, the wallet shook aggressively and mike found it difficult to keep his balance and kept falling over…

Suddenly there was an incredibly loud “AAAAAACHOOOOO!” Sean had suddenly sneezed in the direction of his wallet and the resulting burst of wind swept aggressively through it. The car was blown backwards and mike was swept up. He swirled in the air and landed on the white cardboard like wall within the wallet. He was covered in an insignificant amount of Sean’s mucus but it was enough for him to get stuck!

The vehicle was blown back quite a way and the windshield was covered in giant globs of mucus. However, Jon was able to make out Mike’s tiny form clinging to the white wall. “Mike!!!!” he screamed but it was too late.

Sean’s massive thumb returned again and Mike screamed as he was launched into blinding light. He was now lying flat as he saw Sean with a smiling face holding the paper which he was on. Mike looked over and saw another gigantic man even larger than Sean reach out his massive hand to grab the paper! This man’s thumb landed only fractions of an inch away from where Mike was stuck. Then the man turned the paper towards his chest. Mike saw the broad chest of the uniformed police officer get closer and closer. The card was getting closer and closer to the cops badge and name tag (that Mike noticed read: Officer Mark Martinelli) which was pinned on the dark blue uniform. However the cops other massive hand appeared and lifted his shirt pocket’s button flap and slipped the business card and Mike into the massive pocket on his chest. The officer then snapped it shut.

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Mark placed the business card in his uniforms chest pocket as Sean wiped his nose.

“Bless you.” Mark said with a light chuckle.“Well, Sean. Again, nice seeing you. And we’ll take care of this for you.”

“Thank you for your help.” Sean said. Sean put his wallet back in his front pants pocket this time and headed back inside his house just as the tow truck arrived to take his car to be repaired. The two officers, Officer Mark and Officer Tom, returned to their patrol car.

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“Oh no! This can’t be happening! Where did Matt go! How can we get him back?” Stephen said panicking. Philip was equally disturbed that their brother was whisked away by a giant who had no idea he even existed.

Jon was strong but equally distressed. “I know this tough guys but I know Mike will be strong and we will find your brother. Somehow, we will find him. But the only way that we can do that is if we somehow find a way out of this wallet and get someone’s help.”

The space in the wallet was not as cramped as it had been but it was shaking quite a lot. Jon began squeezing the car between the valley of giant bills as the wallet swayed in the Sean’s pants. He knew that if they were going to ever get out of here they needed to attach the car to something that Sean would take out.

The space they were driving down got less cramped and through the bright light of the headlights saw that this was caused by a massive object wedged between the bills.

“What is that?” Stephen wondered looking at. The car reached it and began driving along its side. It was some kind of wrapping made of flexible plastic. Jon grabbed a flash light from the dash board, stuck his head out the window, and shined the light high in the air. Jon suddenly noticed what appeared to be the profile of a Trojan’s helmet and face. He also saw in gigantic bold print the letters “XL” and the rest was in darkness.

“Dad what is it?” Stephen asked.

“I think it’s a condom package.”

“No freaking way! Are you serious? Look at the size of the packaging! That’s one massive di—“

“Stephen! But it’s going to be our way out of here. We can’t attach ourselves and the SUV to the bills, but we can find a way inside this package. All we have to do a tear a whole in the package and drive the car into it. When he lifts the condom out of his wallet then we will make our escape.”

“Dad! Are you insane? What if we don’t get out of there? What if something… goes wrong…”

“We have to do it. We can starve to death in this wallet and never grow back. We can get crushed to death in here! It’s the only way. Now, I have some sharp tools to start cutting a large enough tear in the package. Come on let’s get to work. Do it for your brother.” All three of them grabbed some tools from the back of the SUV and began stabbing at the thick plastic wrapping….

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Mike on the other hand was at the base of the Officer Mark’s chest pocket. He heard two men’s voices talking to each other but whenever Mark spoke his low masculine voice echoed deep into Mike’s tiny body. Mike could feel the warmth radiating from the giant cops muscled chest and was both frightened and relaxed by it.

He then started banging as hard as he could on the Mark’s pec but Mark didn’t feel anything and just continued to drive the patrol car without any knowledge or care of the tiny man in his uniform’s pocket.

Mike soon gave up trying to get the giant’s attention and sat helpless in the semi-dark pocket. The only thing that appeared to be in the pocket was the gigantic business card. He started to walk along the bottom of the pocket to its corner. That is where he spotted a minuscule hole at the very corner of the pocket. It was so small that even he couldn’t’ squeeze through it but it was large enough to fit his hand.

He slowly entered his hand into the tiny hole and suddenly felt a very warm and firm body. His little hand was touching the Officer Marks pectoral muscle; apparently he didn’t wear an undershirt under his uniform or a bullet proof vest. He left his hand there for a while lost in its warmth and feeling the large muscle underneath the skin flex and stretch. The giant cop could never feel a thing…

Mike pulled his hand away. He instantly felt the need to get out of the pocket; it was the only way he could get some help. He began pushing and pulling at the tiny whole with all his strength till it was large enough for him to pass through. He looked around the pocket again for something, and then he found it.

He spotted a tangled mess of string that was as thick as a rope and began to untangle it. It was undoubtedly a very thin fiber that was a part of the Officer’s uniform and in fact one end was still firmly laced into the pocket. The “rope” turned out to be incredibly long and he wrapped it neatly in a large bundle. He then fed the string through the hole. Through the dim light he saw only a tiny part of Officer’s chest through the hole in the pocket. It was smooth and appeared to be only slightly tanned.

Finally the entire string, which was a well over 200 feet long to Mike, was completely through the hole. He gave the rope a final tug to make sure it was secure and squeezed himself out of the pocket while grabbing onto the rope with all his might. His back instantly fell against the giant’s warm and muscular chest.

Because Officer Mark had such a manly physique his pecs were well defined and had a very nice curve to them. Mike began repelling down the top of the right pec. It was so incredibly hot and sweaty inside the police uniform. After at least 5 minutes of repelling Mike finally reached Officer Mike’s gigantic nipple. Mike never got the sense of how small he was till he reached the giant cop’s nipple. As Mike went over it he realized that the perfect bulb in the center was more than 3x his height!

Mike placed his feet on top of the bulging part of the nipple and it held his weight fine. Unfortunately, Officer Mark’s chest was getting sweaty and Mike accidentally lost his grip and slipped. Though he managed to grab onto the rope he was now dangling just below the massive muscular pec which meant that he no longer could reach Mark’s body. The rope was swinging erratically as it hung off Officer Mark’s Pec inside his uniform. Mike grabbed on for dear life!

Suddenly the patrol car could be heard turning off. Suddenly the string swung even more violently as the giant cop exited the car and began walking. Now Mike was swinging and banging in between the inside of the dark blue uniform shirt and the underside of Mark’s pec! He was beginning to become drenched in the giant cop’s sweat from beating against the giant’s sweaty muscle body yet he held on to the rope tightly! Unfortunately, as it swung around it was actually wrapping around Mike’s tiny little body.

His hands were getting tired and without warning he lost his grip, however he did not fall! The string had ended up so tightly wrapped around his body from the large swinging motions that he was now hopelessly stuck to the string! The giant cop continued to walk causing the little man to swing helplessly from the officer’s chest. Mike had no control dangling from the officer’s pec. It was all in the hands of an unaware giant 26 year old cop now...

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The family finally cut a whole within the thick plastic wrapping of the gigantic condom that was large enough for the SUV to fit inside of. Without wasting any time they all jumped in the SUV and Jon carefully, but forcefully pushed the SUV through.

“YES!” They all said, “It worked!” There was a brief moment of excitement until they realized they were inside of a condom package. Jon continued driving along the bottom with his headlights ablaze in the darkness. The the thick edge of the latex condom was twice as thick as the car.

Stephen said, “Man… the condom is… gigantic… we are really really small!”

Jon continued driving within the packet…

Ant Bully

Billy walked into a small, empty bar in a deserted street in the middle of the night. He didn’t have to make an effort to impress people, standing tall at 6’5, and the attention definitely suited him. Unfortunately, the bar was mostly empty, except for a lonely guy. Billy approached him. “No one’s around?” The young man turned to Billy with some disinterest. “The bar owner left a while ago.” “Damnit! I’ve got to bring more drinks to a party.” Billy certainly looked the part of a college student partying: he wore a T-shirt with his frat house logo, shorts and flip-flops. The other guy was dressed like he just left the gym, which made Billy want to chuckle. “He’s so small”, Billy thought to himself. “No use working out, little guy.”

What stood out to Billy was that this guy was familiar to him. “I know you, right?” “Yeah, we know each other.” Billy made an effort to try and remember, and suddenly it hit him. “Ant! It’s you!” The guy didn’t look happy with the comment. “That’s what you and your friends used to call me. Not my name, though.” “Yeah, of course! It’s just that you were so tiny back at school. Not much has changed, right?” Billy laughed like crazy at his own stupid comment, but Ant didn’t react. As Billy sat next to him, he started to explain his current state of life. “I live in a frat house at the corner of the street. Actually, one of my friends from school also lives there. Remember Mark? He was the one who came up with your nickname.” “How could I forget him?”

Billy looked around. Not a sign of the owner. “How long is he gonna take?” “If you want, you can take my drink.” Billy looked at the bottle in front of Ant. It was filled with a bright green liquid, and it didn’t have a label. “What is it?” “I don’t know. I just bought it, and it smelled so terribly that I didn’t have the guts to drink it.” Billy instantly felt challenged. He took any opportunity that he had to show guys around him how much of an Alpha he was, and this felt like it. Billy wanted to show Ant how he was more of a man than he was.

“I’ll do some shots.” Ant reacted with a suspicious smile. “Are you sure?” “Of course. Come on!” Ant obeyed and filled a glass with the green drink. Billy took the glass with confidence and took the shot. His expression made it clear: it really was terrible. But he wouldn’t let it show. “How was it?” Ant asked. “It was fine. I’ll drink more, fill the glass.” “Are you sure? You don’t have…” “I said it’s fine! Come on, Ant.” Being called by this name reminded Ant of his objective, so he filled the glass again. And as Billy took more and more shots, Ant's smile grew wider.

The bottle was now empty, and Billy had a killer headache. “Damn, I’m definitely drunk. Gotta go back to my party.” Billy stood up, but Ant took him by the arm. “Come on, man. Stay. I didn’t even tell you what I do for a living.” As Billy looked at Ant, he noticed something was wrong. Why was he staring directly at Ant’s eyes? It was almost like they were the same height, but that just couldn’t be. Billy tried to shrug it off. “We can talk later, man. I really have to go back.” Ant held Billy’s arm more firmly. “I insist.” Why was he so strong all of the sudden? And why was Billy’s headache intensifying? Were Ant’s eyes now looking down at him?

“I’m working for the government now. In the military sector. You probably don’t remember, but I was good at chemistry.” Ant let Billy go, but he was simply awe struck with the situation going on. “I’m lead researcher on a secret project. We tested on objects, and it worked! But human subjects are a no go for now. But I thought I could conduct the test myself. I just needed a guinea pig.” Billy looked at the empty bottle in the table that loomed over him - “What? How’s that so tall all of the sudden?!” - and it hit him. That bizarre drink. It had to be Ant’s experiment. “What did you do to me?” Ant now was twice as tall as Billy. How the hell was that happening?

“Honestly, I filled your glass and that was supposed to be it. You were going to see the world as I see it. It was enough. But you kept asking for more…” “Stop this now!” Ant laughed at him. “Sorry! It’s just that you sound so ridiculous right now. Anyway, I can’t stop this. There’s no antidote, and by the time we develop one, I bet you’ll still be shrinking into the microverse, or whatever. I mean, you drank the whole bottle!” Billy was terrified. His shrinkage wasn’t slowing down. He was barely reaching Ant’s knee by now.

Ant picked Billy like a toy and put him on the table. The empty bottle was now a little bit taller than Billy. “Man, what a situation you got yourself into. I thought about bringing you over to the research facility, but by the time we get there I don’t think I’ll be able to find you!” Billy ran to the edge of the table, but he couldn’t just jump over. He’d surely break a few bones if he did. “Don’t worry, little guy. I’ll not just leave you here. The floor is more suitable.” When Ant reached for him, Billy felt his shrinking intensify. He felt Ant's firm grasp around his body. As he diminished and fitted Ant’s coiled fist, he was thrown in the ground. Billy was barely inches now. He shrunk, and shrunk even more.

Ant stared at the little diminishing dot in the floor. Billy screamed for help, but it didn’t register in Ant’s ear. Billy stopped shrinking, but he wasn’t even an eight of an inch tall. “Well, this is your new home! A dirty bar’s floor. I can’t pick you up, dude. You’re so small, even my little finger would destroy your body. Sorry about that.”

As Ant’s thunderous voice made him feel tinier than he ever thought it was possible, Billy felt earthquakes that shook his core. Mark, his friend from the frat house, entered the bar. He was dressed just like Billy. Suddenly, the shrunken man felt a little bit of hope. As he ran over to Mark’s feet, he knew he was saved. Mark was his friend, and he would teach Ant a lesson!

“Hey, have you seen my friend? He’s wearing a shirt like mine, and it’s a little bit taller than me.” Ant smiled at the comment. “Taller than you? Sorry, I didn't see him.” Billy reached for Mark’s flip-flops. Even though they were twice as tall as him, Billy started to climb then. He reached for Mark’s big toe, which was much more than what Billy could handle. But even against all odds, Billy screamed and kicked and tried to get Mark’s attention.

Ant watched as the little dot struggled in Mark’s flip-flops. “Hey man, I think there’s an ant in your foot.” “What?” Mark looked and could barely see the small insect by his toe. He wasn’t very impressed by it. Down there, tiny Billy saw Mark’s disgusted look at him. It took a while, but he realized Mark didn’t mean well when the titanic digit lifted high and started to descend in a magnificent and terrifying way.

It was a monumental movement to Billy, but to Mark it was almost like a reflex. His toe smashed the little ant, and Mark didn’t even feel it. But Ant made sure to watch the whole ordeal. He certainly wouldn’t forget it like Mark just did.

The Microscopic Ex-Girlfriend

Only a week had passed since Hannah's tumultuous breakup with Lucas. Twelve months—that had been her threshold. It wasn't merely the neglectful disregard for household chores or the scattered mess of soiled laundry strewn across the floor.
It was the weight of his overbearing ego. Lucas had arrogantly assumed he could act with impunity, fuelled by his own handsome facade, and for a time, Hannah had allowed him to bask in that illusion. However, the time for compliance had expired. Now, she firmly planted her foot down, determined to reclaim her autonomy.
Hannah hammered her fingers against the keypads on her phone. She must have lost count of the number of texts she sent to her ex-boyfriend in the early hours of the day. She sat on the bed with her arms crossed, her finger tapping the side of her arm with each passing second as she stared intensely at the wall across the room with gritted teeth. Every minute she’d glance at her still-open phone illuminating the wall of unanswered texts.
Ring Ring

The phone vibrated to the tune of a young woman’s singing but was cut off by the rapid movement of Hannah’s rapid response before it could finish the first line of lyrics. It was replaced with the sharp irritated voice of a young man.
‘What?’
‘When are you coming over?’ Hannah asked, her tone equally lacking any tenderness.
‘Oh? So you’ve decided to come crawling back to your dear Luc-‘
‘I want you to come over and pick up your shit.’ Hannah’s words cut through Lucas’ attempt to mock her. ‘Your music, your dirty clothes, which by the way I did NOT wash for you, AGAIN!’
‘Hehe come on, don’t pretend like you didn’t want to sneak a few sniffs of my sock. I know what you’re like you lil’ perv.’
Hannah’s face turned beet-red as her heart skipped a beat. There was an eery silence of a few seconds which felt like a full minute, but she quickly collected herself.
‘It’s your choice Lucas. You get your stuff, or the bin does.’
‘…I’ll be there in 30 minutes.’
Hannah ended the call with a deep sigh and let her back fall onto the bed. All the energy she had expended thinking about her ex all morning began to take its toll. Her eyes grew heavy and the softness of the mattress gripped her mind into a restful state. Soon enough her consciousness drifted away into the pleasantness of dreamland. But when she wakes up, it will feel like she was still dreaming.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
It was like the mighty hammer of Thor striking the side of a mountain when it happened. The thunderous knocks pierced Hannah’s eardrums as her mind was mercilessly dragged back to reality. She kicked herself up and attempted to lift her still-heavy eyes.
‘Why in the HOLY fuck are you knocking SO LOUDLY!’ She snapped in a fury at the rude awakening. Yet, while expecting a snarky response, to her surprise, nothing came.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Hannah gritted her teeth and tightly compressed the outside of her ears with her palms as tightly as she could. It was only after the second set of knocking had ended that she fully processed her situation. As the foggy shroud of her sight gradually lifted, her stomach sank. All around her, everything had gotten bigger on an incomprehensible scale.
The sheet of her bed behind her stretched a barren desert of white, littered with what would have otherwise been imperceptible balls of cotton and other debris from the clothes she had worn. The smooth surface of the sheet had now been magnified to show the thousands upon thousands of woven fabric strands, the imperfections of which she felt under her feet.
Gazing outwards from the edge of the bed, like being at the peak of a mountain range, filled her vision with a frightening yet awe-inspiring view. The everyday objects and furniture sets that populated the room stretched to breathtaking distances in the horizon, each blurring out the further they were. Below her, however, inspired less awe and sent a nauseous shiver throughout her body.
KNOCK…KNOCK…KNOCK
Lucas’ impatience channelled an even more violent set of shocks with his fists against the door. The painful attack of vibrations that assaulted Hannah’s senses caught her off guard, causing her to fall back close to the edge of the bed. The side of the mattress sloped slightly due to its curved edge, causing her leg to slip. She tried to grab onto the sheet but her hands were not quick enough, leaving her at the mercy of gravity.
Is this it? She thought to herself. Anyone in this situation would naturally think it would be the end. It was, after all, like falling right off a mountain. One might’ve thought she’d spend a good minute or two screaming into the void, but in reality, there was no time for that. It took only a couple of seconds for her minuscule body to plop to the hard wooden surface of the floor. There was no blood or flying body parts spreading out like a modern art project. Save for a bruise or two, Hannah was fine.
She got to her feet, using her arms to check each of her limbs in disbelief she was still alive. But true enough, she craned her neck to see where she had fallen from, and there stood the edge of the gargantuan bed, now unreachable without a potentially weeks-long climb from the corner.
Scanning her surroundings, Hannah’s attention was drawn to the surface of the wooden floor which was even more alien than the expanse of her enlarged bed. What she expected to be a smooth and flat brown surface was instead a land of hills and crevices from the masses of indents and pores that the room’s topography was made up of. Despite her usual sense of cleanliness, untouched bits of dirt, dust and crumbs lay wedged inside the intricately formed terrain.
‘Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUUUUCK!’ She cursed herself out in frustration. The helplessness of her situation was beginning to set in, but her troubles have only started.
The sound of door locks turning echoed throughout the room, causing Hannah’s head to perk up like a deer caught in headlights. When the impossibly large door swung open, a thunderous set of footsteps shook the ground with a large dull thud. Hannah’s eyes began to water at the sight of her ex walking into the room. It was like a god-like celestial being had come down to visit the earthly plain. He wasn’t a god, she knew that. But he may as well have been.
‘Haaaaaaaanah?’ He called her out as if they were playing hide and seek, but the more he registered her absence, the less playful his tone was. The sound wasn’t as violent as the knocks on the door, but the vibrations of his youthful boisterous tone reverberated strongly throughout her body.’Seriously, Han, where are you?’
Hannah looked around her. She didn’t know what she was looking for. She didn’t know what she could look for to help in this situation. But she knew she couldn’t stand away. There was nothing. The mountain of a bed behind her, the wide expanse of the wooden floor in front. Eyeing a ball of lint, most likely from a previously discarded sock, she hastily rushed a plan inside her head, imagining her puny form waving a sort of rope-like thread to get her ex’s attention. But soon she realised how futile that would be.
‘God. fucking. dammit!’
Her thoughts were interrupted by the thunderous footsteps of Lucas’ sneakers slamming against the ground as he looked around for her.
‘Fuck sake Hannah, you called me out here and you went and fucked off…did you forget I still have the keys to your dorm?’ he said.
‘I’M DOWN HERE YOU MORON!!!’ With nothing to lose, she screamed at the top of her lungs in a desperate attempt to get Lucas’ attention. To no surprise, the sound of her voice evaporated in seconds, reaching no other living thing.
Just when she believed things couldn't deteriorate further, Lucas ventured a step in the direction of the bed. The seismic tremors escalated, their vibrations reverberating through the ground beneath Hannah's feet. With each move he made, her ex's presence loomed closer, captivating her gaze in a blend of awe and incomprehensible emotions that defied explanation. She fought to restrain a torrent of tears, her fragile composure teetering on the edge, as the colossal rubber sole of his shoe menacingly approached.
Only two steps away, the shockwave sent Hannah falling to her butt. She couldn’t even see Lucas’ face at that point. The lightbulb hanging from the ceiling blocked out her vision like the sun. She placed a hand over her forehead and squinted. Her vision could only see the bottom of a looming shoe sole, mostly darkened with barely-visible mazes of treads. Everything seemed to move in slow-motion. Seconds became minutes. Each breath was long and deep. This was definitely it, she thought. At least, until she heard a familiar sound.
Ping
The sound of Hannah’s phone notification sounded off accompanied by a vibration in her trouser pocket. She planted her palm over her face.
‘I’m such a fucking IDIOT!’
She took the phone from her pocket as quickly as she could. Her fingers were shaken by the tremors of her own body as she rushed to reach her phone contact list. Seeing Lucas’ name, she tapped it rapidly with her thumb. The sound of rock music filled the room a split second before the foot landed. Even though it was close to taking a full step, the foot still seemed like miles away. But Hannah now knew better than anyone such a gap would easily close in a heartbeat.
Lucas moved his foot back as he reached for the phone in his pocket. Seeing Hannah’s name on the screen, he raised a brow and answered it with rolled eyes.
‘So you complain about me not being on-time for stuff but decide to waste my time? Is this some form of petty revenge?’ Lucas took the initiative seeing an opportunity to attack his Ex.
‘LUCAS STAY WHERE YOU ARE DON’T MOVE!’ Hannah didn’t even register a single word he said, wanting to get her words out as fast and clear as possible.
‘Umm, is this some kind of police role-play because if it is-‘
‘I’VE BEEN SHRUNK, I’M ON THE FLOOR BESIDE THE BED!’
Lucas' demeanour underwent a swift transformation. The lids of his eyes drooped, partially hooding his gaze as he fixated on the empty space before him in an unsettling stillness. Without uttering a single word, he abruptly ended the phone call, conveying his disinterest or detachment.
Just as he was about to turn and depart, his movements halted abruptly, interrupted by the insistent sound of his phone once again. Glancing at the screen, his brows furrowed as he searched for the button to reject the call. However, his curiosity was piqued when he noticed it was a face call.
Accepting the call, his eyes widened to an unimaginable sight. There was Hannah, just as he remembered her. But behind her was…his shoe? The colours and patterns were familiar enough, but to see it completely dominate the background sent him into disbelief.
‘The fuck, is that like a…a green screen or something?’
Lucas barely paid attention to the visibly distraught and tearful expression of his ex. Instead of focusing on his shoe in the back, moving it slightly to the side to see it mirrored through the phone. Sure enough, that was definitely his foot.
‘Holy…’
‘Lucas for the love of god you’ve got to help me…please.’ The tone of Hannah’s voice started to become meek as she sent her desperate plea.
‘Err ok ok, lemme just see where you are. Keep the camera focused on me.’
Hannah nodded in response. Despite still not being given time to fully process everything, Lucas finally got around to searching for Hannah. His eyes glanced back and forth at the phone screen and the floor, carelessly moving his foot to different spots on the floor to discern their relative positions.
‘LUCAS PLEASE STOP!’ Hannah shouted, the abrupt and sudden movements of a foot the size of a large town overwhelming her body with adrenaline.
‘Oh, whoops hehe.’
Hannah’s camera shook slightly in her hand, gritting her teeth in restraint from making any outbursts. In this situation, it was all she could do. She took deep, slow breaths to calm herself, closing her eyes so her mind can think of something, anything else.
When Lucas had a rough idea of where his puny ex was, he slowly lowered himself on his stomach with his head looming over the spot Hannah was on. She recoiled and averted her gaze from the rapid and sudden movement of Lucas’ head falling from the sky, then slowly looked up after he halted.
Just for a moment, Hannah was once again reminded of the awe at this size. She was able to perceive all the details she never noticed before along Lucas’ face. She was suddenly reminded of how well-groomed he was, obsessively using male-care products to hide the pores along his soft smooth cheeks, though he could not hide the tiny bush of minuscule hair follicles lining the top of his lip.
The face was replaced with a large eye, beautifully patterned with many shades of light and dark brown circling the void-like pupil. He really was like a god looking down upon mortals. Lucas’ pupil began to scan the surface of the floor as close as possible, squinting tightly his focus. He glanced at the phone again and back down to the floor, and was certain he was looking in the right area.
As Hannah eagerly awaited to be found, she perked up in excitement when the large pupil stopped for a moment, piercing its gaze right through her.
‘You did it. YOU DID IT! WOOOH!’ She celebrated, getting to her feet and jumping around with her arms in the air. But her premature victory dance was short-lived.
‘Umm, Hannah. I…can’t see you.’
‘I’m…I’m right here though.’ Hannah spoke so softly her phone barely registered her voice. She could hardly hear herself over the increasingly rapid beating of her heart.
Lucas let out a long sigh. The intense wave of heat washed over Hannah, and the intoxicating smell of her ex’s lunch sent her into a coughing fit. He didn’t even apologise. Instead, he extended his arm over to the desk by the bed, grabbing the pencil from the neatly arranged stationary.
‘Hold the phone steady ok?’ Lucas requested as he began to draw a circle around Hannah’s spot.
‘WOAH WOAH WOAH WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?’ Hannah was suddenly taken aback by the building-sized tip of a pencil, ploughing through miles and miles of the wooden landscape around her.
‘Jeez, you don’t have to shout I can hear you just fine.’ Lucas tossed the pencil on the bed as soon as he finished. ‘See? You’re still alive, and now I know where ya are.’
It was all too much. This surreal experience. Her giant idiot ex-boyfriend. Her diminished, insignificant existence. Flashbacks of past dates, embarrassing family dinners and dates that ended in bitter words played like a movie on fast-forward in Hannah’s mind.
‘You…you could never do anything right.’ She said quietly under her breath, but just enough for the phone to pick it up.
‘Huuuuh?’ Lucas looked to his screen with an almost disgusted expression.
‘You useless, selfish prick. Day in and day out for a year, I picked up your shit, and when I need your help, YOU JUST END UP BEING USELESS!’
The rage-filled rant threw Lucas’ head back from the phone screen. A menacing crease of wrinkles formed between his eyes. He opened his mouth, ready to fight back with his own words, but stopped short before a sound was even uttered. He closed his mouth, and after a few seconds of thinking, his lips ticked up the side of his cheek, partially revealing his teeth. Hannah suddenly felt a cold shiver pass through her body from seeing her ex’s expression.
‘Apologise.’
One word. No more, no less. What struck Hannah more was how calm his voice was. No hurt or offence quivered from his tone.
‘W-what?’ Hannah asked softly, her anger completely gone.
The giant man slowly lifted his foot. Large boulder-sized specks of dust and dirt fell from the heavens as gravity pulled the loose filth from the treads until the foot remained still. Lucas’ menacing gaze moves from the phone to the little circle on the floor. His eyes narrowed as his lips stretches across his face loosely parted.
SLAMMMMMMM
The foot fell to the ground like a world-ending meteor, landing just beside the circle. Lucas saw the world turn upside-down from the screen of his phone – the camera sent flying from Hannah’s hands as her body forced itself into a fetal position on the ground. Her bellowing screams were drowned out by the deafening high-pitch ringing in her ears. Her palms began to feel wet pressed against her ears. When she inspected them, drizzles of red were painted over her palm.
Lucas’ breath began to shake. His eyes were glued to his phone, still illuminating Hannah’s position from a distance. She was so fragile, broken down, weeping in agony. His eyes widened. Hannah crawled across the coarse uneven surface of the wood to pick her phone up. Her face was completely washed over with tears, with a small leakage of blood drizzling from the side of her head.
‘I’m…I’m sorry.’
Lucas let out a deep sigh and felt a twitch between his legs, reaching one hand down to adjust his underwear.
‘You forgot your situation Hannah, looking through the phone the whole time, ignoring my true presence.’ Lucas suddenly spoke with an air of pure cockiness. ‘I want you to look at me.’
Hannah couldn’t recognise the person she was speaking to. It was like he had been replaced. No. Perhaps, this was how Lucas truly was the whole time.
‘Lucas I-‘
Hannah’s words were interrupted by the large blanket of darkness that enveloped her. She craned her neck as far back as she could, seeing the familiar shoe sole hanging in the sky like a sword of Damocles.
’N-n-NO PLEASE LUCAS, DON’T I’M BEGGING YOU!’
‘That’s right, keep your eyes on me, and only me.’ He lowered his foot gently back to the ground. ‘That shouldn’t be too hard right? After all, your existence practically revolves around me now.’
She obeyed, keeping her eyes fixed on her ex’s head far above her, as he in turn looked into this phone with a raised chin and a smile pushing his cheeks towards his squinted eyes. He spent a whole minute looking at his own god-like figure in the background, almost half-hoping his puny ex-girlfriend would risk a glance at her screen. But, perhaps from the overwhelming power of self-preservation, she did not relent for a single second.
‘So you can be obedient.’ He said with a single chuckle.
Built from a year-long habit Hannah had already generated a response to his mocking in her mind, but she knew better than to speak out. Even if she was bold enough, her quivering lips would make it difficult to force the words out coherently. As she stared at the god-like body of her giant ex-boyfriend, she noticed a twitching motion between his legs. That bulge was definitely not there before, she thought to herself. But the thought of what this meant only terrified her even more.
‘Hmmm, seeing as you forced me to come all the way here, I want to play with you a little.’
‘P-play?’ She asked, still not daring to look away from his body.
‘That’s right. But don’t worry, I think a filthy pervert like you would enjoy it.’
Confused as to what he meant by that, she was quickly answered by the shocks and quakes before her. One after the other, Lucas slipped both of his sneakers off with his feet. The two slightly damp white socks stretched outwards as the toes wiggled about, revealing dark black patches underneath the toes and balls of the feet. He brought his right socked foot over the circle, plunging her into the darkness of its shadow. The threads of cotton up close ranged from various shades of white to pure brown, with thousands of holes between the fabric.
The foot loomed overhead becoming Hannah’s sky, which sent a wave of the thick sweaty scent down below. It was like an invisible toxic gas cloud overwhelming her lungs.
‘Ya know, at first I thought it was weird meeting a girl with a foot fetish, but now I can see why you might find it appealing.’
Lucas watched her struggle to hold the phone as she was sent into a coughing fit. He couldn’t help but massage the bulge between his legs.
‘L…Lucas p…’ She couldn’t get the words out between the coughs, but he knew exactly what she wanted to say.
‘It’s your fault you know’ he said teasingly, ‘I actually showered today but you rushed me here, so I threw on the first socks I could find.’
Hannah wasn’t sure what to do in this situation. She wasn’t even capable of begging, let alone escaping this pathetic predicament. The socked foot stayed above like a cloud that covered the entire sky, higher than any mountain she could visit. She imagined the vainness, trying to escape a mountain that could move, that could inflict such injury and pain just from being near in its presence, hundreds of miles away. She had the urge to cry again, but no tears remained. The fact her ex could make her suffer just by showing his foot was the most despairing form of humiliation.
‘Aww, too much? If you want me to stop, all you gotta do is beg me to take off my socks.’ Lucas continued to watch his good work, moving his thumb over to the record button, while Hannah could only grit her teeth in frustration. Was there any point in holding back when she had been sent to rock bottom? Was her pride worth it? With each breath grinding away at her insides, she brought the phone close to her mouth.
‘P-ple-ase take o-ff y-yo-ur so-cks.’ Hannah’s voice was hoarse like an old lady’s, almost ready to give out.
Lucas held his foot in place a while longer. He wanted to see her, just a little more, grasping her throat pointlessly, knowing she had nowhere she could possibly turn to. The warmth of his breathing clouded the screen. Just as she looked like she was going to collapse, the giant moved his foot away. Though faint pockets of the pungent scent still lingered, the air was much more breathable.
‘Lightweight,’ he joked as he slid peeled the damp socks from his feet and tossed them onto Hannah’s bed. She didn’t care anymore though. She was just glad to be alive and not in agony.
‘Thank you…Lucas.’ She said. ’N-now…if you can he-‘
‘No no no no,’ Lucas interjected, ‘I never said we were done playing.’
‘B-but…’
‘I said I’d remove my socks. This was just a warm-up.’
Lucas shifted his now barefoot back over the tiny circle his puny ex stood in. He made sure to plant his sole just outside, raising his mountain-sized gargantuan toes above her. The flesh from the ball of his foot spread outwards from the pressure, swallowing more of the ground beneath it. The smell wasn’t as intense as with the damp socks, but the natural odour with the faint hints of lavender soap made Hannah’s nostrils flair in response.
To her left, to her right, up to the sky and in front of her, all she could see was the incredibly vast expanse of flesh, patterned with maze-like ridges glistening against the light. It was almost hypnotic seeing the hundreds of lines swirling around the ball of the foot, shifting with each wrinkle and twitch from those monstrous toes. Occasionally her eyes would find a tiny fleck of dirt wedged into the ridges, which up close must have seemed as big as a house.
Hannah couldn’t help but flinch whenever one of the toes above her twitched. It was the same sort of sinking feeling you would get on a rollercoaster, that dread of impending doom. But here the danger was real. The circle she stood in would easily be washed away by the lightest tap from Lucas’ pinkie toe.
None of this was lost on Lucas of course. He could see everything through Hannah’s eyes with his phone. His heart melted with joy every time Hannah would flinch and recoil from the movement of his toes. This immeasurable power the tiniest movement he held over her existence was food for an endless craving he had only discovered that morning.
He focused his gaze on the circle for a few moments and kneeled on his left knee. The pulsing bulge between his legs became more noticeable to Hannah, who saw it tightly pressing against his trousers as if begging for release. But her attention was quickly stolen away by his right hand moving to his right foot. Using two fingers, Lucas spread his two smallest toes and shifted his foot to place the circle directly between the two mountains of flesh, then rushing back his focus to his phone screen.
The sight of his puny ex using her free arm to cover her face sent chills down his spine. The smell of sweat was inescapable for the puny speck of a girl as she became completely circled. Despite her size, the space around her began to feel claustrophobic. The knowledge that it would take little to no effort, accidentally or otherwise, one twitch and she could be obliterated off the face of the Earth. The flesh around her stood less like walls and more like a gaping maw, ready to snap shut at any moment to end her pitiful existence.
‘Look Han, remember the toes you loved to kiss and worship so much? Why don’t you give em another kiss for old times sake?’
Hannah’s defiance had been all but spent. The hopelessness of her situation was made clear all around her. She was literally standing between her giant ex’s pinkie toes. His pinkie toes! Her mind was still trying to accept just that. Even the two fingers which stood between her and total annihilation would make quick work of her. She wanted his to end as soon as possible. She needed it to. Her alternative was to continue staring at the floor with her dry, sorrowful eyes until he gets bored.
Lucas himself was surprised at how quickly he broke her. He patronisingly whistled, as if impressed by a pet that did a trick for its master, as he watched her jog towards the wall of lint-filled folds of flesh between his toes. It wasn’t an easy trek, scaling up and down large wooden hills, going around obstructive splinters, or tunnelling through large pieces of dirt that fell from the shoes earlier.
10 minutes passed…then 15…then 20… By the half-an-hour mark, Hannah’s jog turned into a sprint, prompted by the impatient sighs of her ex. But no matter how much she ran, the distance from her perspective didn’t seem to change.
‘So weak…so pathetic. Has it sunk in just how pointless your existence is?’ Lucas couldn’t help but see this as an opportunity to spiteful grind his ex down further. ‘You can’t even run to my TOES? My TOES? AHAHAHA.’ Hannah turned her face away from the phone, shutting her eyes tightly, trying to grip onto some form of hope for herself. ‘Here, seeing as I’m merciful, I’ll bring my toes to you.’
Panic, Hannah’s new best friend, came back to visit her with overwhelming force. There was no way she was going to survive, she thought. That maw she feared began to shake. Her eyes were glued to the fingers that held the toes open. One accidental slip, and it would be over. Lucas maintained precision focus on his screen like he was performing surgery, his tongue hanging out slightly from his mouth from the concentration.
The toes moved along the ground millimetres at a time, sliding in slow movements like a slug. Hannah wanted to fall to the ground as her body was shaking from the approaching wall of flesh, but she knew better to hold her phone as steady as possible for Lucas.
‘Stop shaking!’ He barked out in frustration, but Hannah couldn’t help it as hundreds of miles were swallowed up with each movement, making the previous ground she covered so feeble in comparison. ‘Almost theeeeeere.’
The gap of the toe was almost upon her. The flecks of dirt which seemed like minuscule specks even to her, now became more immense in size the closer it came. She could already tell the tiniest piece wedged between two folds high above her would have been much bigger than a great house if it fell right then and there. She shut her eyes, her only senses detecting the increasingly intense heat emanating from the foot around her.
‘Aaaaand there we go.’
Hannah opened one eye, then two. For a moment she thought maybe she did die, with her vision being met with only black. But it turned out Lucas had stopped just in time. The intense heat and smell radiating from the darkness in front of her was evident enough of her continued existence. Checking her surroundings there was definitely light behind her, along with an upgraded version of the Grand Canyon walling off the sides.
Looking up she realised she had been caught in the shadow of the space deep between Lucas’ toes. The uneven surface of creases, wrinkles and lint obstructed any view along the wall leading to the top of the foot. Squinting her eyes towards the ‘roof’ above her, she could discern a curvature of the fleshy wall far above, leading to a long dark cave that stretched endlessly to either side of her. After a few moments of processing this information, she knew. She stood at the base of one of the ridge’s walls. To even go inside the ridge would take a long climb up the pillow-soft wall of flesh.
‘Well, what are ya waiting for?’ Lucas’ arrogant voice snapped Hannah back to her situation. ‘You gonna kiss or what?
She looked at the phone with dry puppy eyes, then at the wall before her. She stretched out her free arm and pressed her hand against the foot in front of her. It was soft and spongey, slightly wet and hot to the touch. In a situation like this, she just wanted to hide in a corner. But she knew the best thing was to rip this bandage off all at once.
Keeping the phone camera focused on herself, Hannah closed her eyes and scrunched her nose as she pressed her face deep into the ridge wall’s flesh, then quickly parted her lips away. The phone illuminated Lucas’ dissatisfied expression in the darkness of the toes. He wouldn’t be satisfied with that, and she knew it.
After a deep breath, she thrust her face and front body into the toe flesh, being sure to hold the phone like she was taking a selfie. Lucas could hear the sound of wet squelching through the speakers. The sound of sweat rubbing against his ex’s body as she passionately made love to his toe flesh was sending his mind closer to the edge.
Hannah’s tastebuds were heavily burdened with the rivers of salty sweat sliding into her mouth. If it were not for the invasive attack on her senses, it would have actually been pleasant, like hugging a giant warm wall of marshmallow. Hannah wanted to finish and kept waiting for Lucas to end what felt like an eternity of torment, but the words didn’t come. She just kept going at it, not wanting to risk finishing too soon.
After five minutes passed, her tongue couldn’t take it anymore. It became dry like sandpaper, and the endless consumption of her giant ex’s foot sweat sent a sickly feeling to her stomach. She looked at her phone was pleading eyes, but tilted her head after seeing the screen. Lucas looked like he was in a trance, like he was looking at her, but right through her.
‘Lu…cas?’
He blinked back to reality at the sound of his name being called.
‘I can’t take it anymore Hannah,’ he said, his breathing becoming more audible even from above her position.
The world around her suddenly shifted with violent quakes. The wall of the toe pulled back like a great storm had swallowed a mountain from thousands of miles away. The light which replaced the darkness in an instant was blinding to her eyes. Hannah dropped the phone from her hands to shield her eyes with her arms. When her eyes adjusted, the open expanse of her wooden world returned.
‘Hannah?’
Hannah looked up to see Lucas towering over her. His bare feet now seemed to be thousands of miles away, which was very little consolation. He looked at his phone puzzled.
‘Luc-‘ she stopped herself short from calling out his name, realising she no longer had her phone in hand. She scanned the area around her in a panic, eventually finding the black smartphone wedged between two large splinters. Picking it up, her face went pale white as the blood rushed down her body.
The screen was covered in webs of cracks all over. The buttons were unresponsive. The absence of light illuminating Lucas’ face could only mean one thing. She was so used to talking to Lucas that she never anticipated this problem. Yet now she had no form of communication, no known way to grow back. There was only one certainty. That Lucas would only know of her existence within the circle.
‘Haaaaanah? Did your battery die or something?’ Lucas looked at his phone puzzled at the blank screen. Hannah however was more focused on what he was doing with his other hand, slowly massaging the bulge between his legs. ‘Ugh, whatever, I know where to find you.’
He locked his phone and tossed it onto the bed without a care. It seemed as if he didn’t even care that much about re-establishing communication at this point. He lowered his legs and looked over the circle he drew. His breathing grew more intensely the more he looked. Even though she knew he couldn’t see him, she could feel the discomfort of those piercing eyes in her direction.
‘Heh…hehe…you’re there, right?’ He said softly, before proceeding to unbuckle his belt. ‘I’m sorry…Hannah.’ His breathing intensified, each exhalation becoming deeper. One after the other the giant slid his legs out each sleeve.
’N-no…Lucas…please.’ Hannah’s lips quivered.
Hannah knew her voice would be imperceptible, but they slipped out anyway as if her body was driving out one last desperate plea. Lucas pulled the band of his underwear across his waist and out jumped his raging, pulsing boner that had been trying to escape for the last hour. She shook her head She couldn’t accept it. Not like this.
Hannah swivelled on her feet pulling a 180, blasting into a full sprint in the opposite direction. Whatever hills and crevices along the wooden floor she’d have to climb, she’d climb. Despite feeling exhausted minutes before, the sight of Lucas’ monstrous cock sent her flight response into overdrive. She knew it was pointless. She knew there was no escape. But she didn’t sit there and take it.
Lucas wasted no time massaging his cock with his hand. He lowered himself slowly and gently to the ground, making sure to take care not to land anything onto the circle. For now, anyway. He lay the side of his body against the floor with his left arm supporting his head, while his right arm tended to his meaty cock with the tip pointing straight at where Hannah’s circle was.
She didn’t look back. She just kept running and running, climbing, overcoming every obstruction within her path. But it was all taking its toll on her already-weakened form. She halted for a moment to catch her breath, then dared to look behind her. The fact Lucas’ gaze was still fixed on her said it all. She wasn’t even close to leaving the borders of her circle.
‘You’re…probably scared…down there,’ he said with each breath leaving his mouth seconds at a time, ‘but…let’s be honest.’ The time between each breath shortened every few seconds, as did the time between each pull of his sheath. ‘This…will all…you’ll ever…be…’ he interrupted himself with a soft moan, ‘useful…for.’
He was reaching the tipping point and Hannah knew it. She took a step back and tripped against the uneven surface, forced to face the large, narrow dark abyss of the cock slit hovering over her circle. It seemed so far like the moon illuminating safely above the sky, but this was far from that.
Lucas took a look at the circle one last time, picturing Hannah, helplessly looking up, unable to utter a word. Insignificant…a speck…less than dirt, than filth, nothing…nothing. The god-like giant clenched his toes as he reached the point of no return. The wave of pure ecstasy washed over his brain. From the base of his cock, the intense tingling moved up his urethra until finally, a stream of thick, gooey cum shot out like a cannon.
It was an apocalyptic scene of biblical proportions for Hannah. The steamy hot cum came straight for her. While Lucas didn’t directly hit the circle, the impact sent building-sized droplets of cum far and wide. The goo rained down like a shower of meteorites until one landed directly in the circle.
Hannah's sense of direction dissolved within the engulfing embrace of warm white goo. Every stretch of her arms yielded nothing to grasp, leaving her disoriented and adrift in an abyss of uncertainty. Her limbs flailed and waved with desperate futility, yearning for a lifeline in the vast emptiness surrounding her. The suffocating absence of air began to weigh heavily, and her vision blurred into a tunnel-like haze as consciousness slipped through her weakening grasp.
As her motionless form drifted within the viscous pool of cum, a sudden rush of frigid air brushed against her fingertips, jolting her senses awake. It was a surge of sensation that coursed through her entire body, igniting a flicker of hope within her. Summoning every ounce of strength, she mustered a final burst of determination. With a mighty kick of her legs, she propelled herself upward, fighting against the weight that threatened to pull her down, and clawed her way to the surface.
Her head burst through the outer layer of the warm thick skin like a truck through a wall. She swallowed as much fresh air as she could, feeling the relief of her heart rate steadying. She still had to keep kicking the thick liquid, with each kick tiring her out more. She tried not to panic, saving her precious reserves of energy to get out of this dire predicament. But while she looked around all she could see was the shiny, thick white goo all around.
‘Did you like that?’ Lucas said, his voice back to the way it was before he lost himself. He lowered himself over the circle once more, nonchalantly cleaning himself up with one of Hannah’s blankets. He looked over the mess he made on the wooden floor with an expressionless look. ‘Are you even still alive? Hannah?’
Of course, they both knew she couldn’t respond. In truth, Hannah wasn’t sure what she would even say. As he cleaned up the mess from his pleasure and put his clothes back on like nothing happened, she was still on the floor fighting for her life.
‘If you’re still there, I’ll give you one last present. My final gift to you.’
Lucas lifted his right foot, swallowing the circle deep within the shadow of his gargantuan sole. He wiggled his toes as if to give one final goodbye to his diminutive ex-girlfriend, then finally lowered his foot. It wasn’t like the first time with a violent crash, but a slow descent until the sole meets the floor.
Hannah instinctively started to kick away from the foot, wherever that could be considering it became the sky. But the sky was falling, and her time was up. The swirls and mazes of ridges along the ball of Lucas’ foot magnified in detail with each passing second. Whenever she thinks the foot is about to land, it only seems to be expanding and getting bigger, making her unable to fully appreciate just how incomprehensibly larger it was.
She could no longer see most of the sole. Just the spirals of flesh like a target board, and even the surrounding ridges disappeared from her peripheral vision. The sole eventually eclipsed into complete darkness with a wall of pure black descending. It was like being lost in the darkness of space, thrown into the void with no control and the uncertainty of something coming out of the darkness.
Then it hit her. There was no deafening blow or a loud bang. From Lucas’ perspective, he simply rubbed his foot gently against the wooden floor. For Hannah however, she was thrown violently back into the droplet of cum. Left, right, up, down, none of it mattered. She was caught in the middle of a sea storm at the mercy of nature, or in this case Lucas.
He rubbed and stretched his foot over the floor, wiggling and scrunching his toes to thoroughly cover as much of the wooden surface as possible. He did feel a faint twitch beneath his legs again, imagining what his tiny ex must be seeing if she was still down there. For all he knew she was already obliterated into nothingness. But he didn’t want to waste this opportunity.
Feeling satisfied with his good work, he walked over to the discarded socks on the bed and slid them back on. He upturned his right foot in one hand, standing on one leg and looking down at the damp, brown fabric. He kneaded his thumb up the arch of his sole and around the ball of his foot. The fabric adhered like glue, tightly hugging the sticky, warm wet flesh of the foot. Getting back to his feet, he slid his shoes on, took his remaining stuff, and left.
As he walked home he’d occasionally glance down at his right shoe. Many images filled his mind that sent his brain into a familiar state of elation. Was she alive? How long will she last? Will she drown in my sweat? Suffocating from my scent? Or simply get squished by the weight of my foot? One thing he knows for sure, he’ll never look at his foot the same again.

Millimeter Men

The loud, intrusive hammering sound was the last straw for Drew. He was already displeased with Bruce, the annoyingly macho man he’d hired as a contractor to fix the loose steps from his stair. Drew wasn’t gay, but he found those manly men annoying pests. Luckily, he could deal with these pests with just a snap of his fingers. Still, he figured he could give Bruce a chance. The burly man didn’t seem particularly fond of Drew’s laid-back vibes, looking at his colorful robe with a particularly suspicious look. However, Drew wasn’t feeling really playful today, so he figured he could just let Bruce do his job and not mess with the guy.

He didn’t expect for Bruce to be the loudest contractor in town. Drew could swear Bruce was actually hammering harder each time just to disturb him. He knew the job would take at least another day to complete, and if he had to hear Bruce at work for just one more hour he would snap. Might as well snap now and get this over with.

He approached Bruce and kindly asked if he could make less noise. The answer, of course, was a resounding “no”, followed by a smirk. God, he felt so superior… Nothing would stop Drew from doing what he was about to do, but Bruce just gave him more reason to do so.

So Drew snapped his fingers, and it was just a few seconds before the mighty Bruce dwindled in size. He shrunk to the size of a flea more rapidly than he could react, his clothes shrinking along. Drew took a step forward, comparing his big toe with the insect that stood a mere inch away. “Needs more snapping”, he thought to himself before another snap of his fingers. Bruce didn’t shrink as much this time, losing a bit more than half of his 2mm size.

Drew usually did it way slower, savoring each inch he took away from guys like Bruce. But this wasn’t the mood for the day. Drew only wanted to get his stairs fixed, and Bruce couldn’t even do that properly, so it was fitting he got reduced to that size right away, and the treatment that came with that.

Making a guy that small left a lot to Drew’s imagination. He couldn’t hear Bruce, or see whatever expression the puny speck was making. He could only watch that almost invisible dot running away from his big toe at a pathetic speed. If Drew were in the mood, he could still have some fun with the little flea-man on the floor. Maybe crush him with his toe at the end. But he had to find another contractor. This one surely would get the stairs fixed in no time - and also deal with the pest.

One could think that Drew would be missing an opportunity, but guys like Bruce were always crossing his path, like moths coming to the light. As far as Drew could tell, the next contractor could be next on the list. It only depended on how well he’d behave. But Drew enjoyed the fact that whatever the next contractor’s destiny would be, if he’d be left at his regular size or shrunken down to nothing, Bruce would still be smashed under his book.

The Invention

“I’ll volunteer!” Blake happily shouted as he raised his hand. Being the newest intern at an investment firm, he was eager to prove himself. The lead scientist the investors were meeting with grabbed Blake by the arm and briskly walked him towards a platform, part of his newest invention. “We just worked out some kinks, so the transportation device should be a huge success!” The man nervously said. Blake stepped onto a small circular platform. “Now when he press the button, you should appear on that platform over there in the blink of an eye!” He pointed to an identical platform 6 feet away. “Alright! Let’s go!” Blake smiled. The scientist rushed back behind a control panel and took his seat. Blake looked to the group of scientists behind the panel, and then over to the investors he came with, all whom looked certain it wouldn’t work.

“3…2…1!”

Blake heard a click as the scientist pressed a button then there was a bright blue flash. The light died down and everyone in the room slowly dropped their hands, while the lead scientist raised his glasses. Looking at the platforms, Blake was nowhere to be found.

Meanwhile, Blake found himself on a white, rubber floor. “What is this?” He groaned. Feeling like he was just electrocuted, he slowly sat up and looked around. “Where am I?” Blake looked around, unable to comprehend where he was. He sat on a long white platform with an oddly shaped arch stretching overhead. Before he was able to come to a conclusion, he saw someone walking in the distance. “Maybe that guy can help me.” He got to his feet when he heard what sounded like thunder. “Didn’t think it would storm today.” Then as the man walked closer, Blake realized he wasn’t hearing thunder, but the man’s footsteps. Then he felt nauseous. Not only had the transportation machine worked, but it shrank him in the process. Blake trembled as he struggled to get his phone out of his pocket. “What the hell?!” Being transported fried his phone and his watch. He had lost all contact with anyone at the lab. He then felt a shadow fall over him. He looked up and the man was standing directly overhead. The tall, slim man looked to be just a few years older than Blake. “Hey! Can you help me! I…” Blake’s words trailed off as he watched the giant lift his left foot into the air. He watched as it slid into a flip flop near by. Then he realized, he was on the other flip flop. He felt cold as his view of the giant was blocked by his sole. Panicking, he started running. The heat of the mans sole hit him just as the smell did. “Please! Not like this!” Blake sobbed as he ran. The man’s toes landed on the foot bed and scrunched back and forth as his foot slid in further. Nearing the heel, Blake thought he would survive. Just a few more feet and he’d jump off. That was when the giant’s toes scrunches once more into place, causing the footbed to shift and lift slightly off the floor. Blake fell to his knees. He looked up for a second and saw the giant’s heel hover for a moment. “PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP ME!” He cried as he frantically crawled towards the edge. “HELP ME! SOMEONE! PLE….” *smush* The giant set his heel down, crushing Blake like an ant.

Tony slid on his flip flops and left his apartment to hang out with a few friends. He never knew that in doing so he crushed an ant sized person under his foot.

Back at the lab the scientists struggled to figure out what had happened to Blake, and the investing group was concerned for their intern. They hadn’t realized that Blake was shrunk, sent half way around the world, and crushed under a man’s foot.

How Many


“Here’s some water, by the way,” Ronnie said, placing a glass in front of his classmate.

“Thanks, man!” Andy cheered, chugging the cool liquid.

Silence fell upon the two men. Painful, sluggish silence. Ronnie tapped his fingers impatiently as Andy stared at him with wide eyes, and a small smile, probably trying to think of something to say.

“Thanks for inviting me!” he mustered. “I don’t have friends at school, so this is nice. I’ve always wanted to hang out with you! You’re really cool, and your brother’s always super nice to me. I would ask for your number so we could talk more, but I don’t have a phone.”

Ronnie smiled at him. (Please stop talking) Ronnie thought as a tinge of guilt tugged at his heart. His leg bounced up and down rapidly.

Andy’s eyes narrowed, and his smile slowly, but surely disappeared. His gaze turned towards the glass, and he began to stand up.

“Where’s your bathroom?” Andy slurred, before collapsing to the floor, unconscious.

Ronnie sighed deeply, shaking. (I can put him on the couch, and when he wakes up, I’ll just say… I’ll just say…) Ronnie shook his head, opting to go with his original plan.

He walked out of the kitchen, and into the garage. Putting on gloves, and a mask, he grabbed a spray-bottle of industrial glue--marketed towards the general public. He walked up to the workbench: placed on it was a humble camera, with a fully charged battery, wirelessly linked up to his recording desktop in his bedroom. He flipped it over, and pressed down on the spray-bottle’s nozzle.

Before long, Ronnie was standing before Andy’s unconscious body, the camera in one gloved hand. Ronnie breathed quick, shallow breaths. (I can turn back, I can turn back… No!)

Ronnie got to his knees, flipping Andy over onto his back. Ronnie cringed at the almost angelic face of the unfortunate boy. He frowned as he placed the camera square onto Andy’s forehead, cringing at the sick squelching noise of the glue settling against the skin. He tugged at the camera, hard, and it wouldn’t come off.

Ronnie’s breaths quickened once again as he began to drag Andy’s body back into the garage. He walked up to the MovCo machine, and set a piece of printer paper on the flat pedestal. He dragged Andy onto the pedestal, making sure that the paper didn’t move.

Ronnie walked behind the machine, approaching it’s user interface, and made sure the machine locked onto Andy. He set the size to 1 millimeter, and pressed ‘Accept’.

A flash, as if Andy’s picture was being taken, and he was instantly shrunk.

Ronnie approached the pedestal, and grabbed the piece of paper. He spied a faint dot that would have gone unnoticed if he didn’t know to look for it. His hands shook, but there was no going back now.

Ronnie slowly made his way into the kitchen, and walked to the island surrounded by white bar stools with flat, steel seats. He approached the one on the far right, the unofficially “designated” seat of his older brother Patrick [a man with thick, wavy, deep-brown-colored hair, and thick-rimmed glasses], who would be back from his dance classes in a couple hours, when Andy’s sleeping pills would wear off.

He gently tilted the paper, and watched as the small Andy rolled into the middle of the seat.

Ronnie stepped back, in awe. The scene appeared normal. A normal empty kitchen.

He stomped back to his room, and sat at his desktop. On his screen appeared the view of the camera glued to Andy’s head. His programs were working, everything was being recorded. He looked back at the already recorded footage, seeing his own nervous face when he approached the camera, to when he stuck it to andy’s head, then seeing the garage become an unfamiliar alien landscape as Andy shrunk, until finally seeing his own gargantuan face.

Ronnie paused the video. He was absolutely terrifying! His face 100s of times its normal size, a monstrosity.

His hands began to shake for poor Andy. How could he do this to him? Andy. Andy who never had anything bad to say. Andy who would never raise his hand in anger, not even in self-defense. Andy who wanted to become a vet. Andy who always ate alone, just begging with those wide eyes of his for anyone to come join him. Andy with a family all the way across the country. Andy who had no friends of his own. Andy who had no phone. Andy who would never be found.

As the hours ticked by, Ronnie was rubbing his hard member in his pants, in the privacy of his room, continuously watching the live feed of the camera. On the screen was a white landscape with a beige horizon, which he recognized to be the wood of the island.

The camera began to stir, and Ronnie’s hand slowed down. He could hear Andy shuffling, and his hands appeared on the screen. Ronnie realized that Andy found the camera, and was trying to pull it off.

(Oh, god, please don’t turn it off!) Ronnie bit his lip.

Andy’s hands moved away from the screen, and suddenly the camera began to shift this way and that. Andy’s breathing sped up, and became louder, when suddenly, a deep boom sounded.
Ronnie jumped as he heard the front door slam closed, and he realized Patrick was home. He marveled at the way everything synced together.

“I’m home!” Patrick shouted, his voice translating to booming thunder on the screen.

A shadow passed over Andy, and the camera shifted to a titanic man in a t-shirt and dark blue sweatpants. Patrick. Andy began screaming, and Ronnie quickly shut off his speakers, regretting hearing that.

He ignored it, and continued to watch the video. Patrick stood what seemed miles away from the tiny Andy, a blurry titanic mess. Ronnie moved the mouse on his computer, and clicked on the screen, forcing the camera to focus on Patrick, who stood bent over into the fridge, trying to find something to eat. Ronnie admired the way his brother’s sweatpants dipped into the crevice of his butt, and--while loose--still clung to his glorious thighs.

Curious, Ronnie turned up his speakers, but quickly turned the volume back down as the audio was nothing but sobs in between screams. Maybe he’d listen to the audio another time, when he would rewatch this video in the future, but not now.

Ronnie began rubbing himself furiously as Patrick began to come back. The camera followed Patrick, impossibly huge. His thighs came dangerously close to the seat, knocking it ever so gently, but sending Andy flying tens of feet [he wasn’t even sent half an inch]. The camera looked back up, eclipsed by the Patrick’s bulge, the nature of the sweatpants leaving a very distinct impression of his penis.

Ronnie moaned at the sight of this, oh, how he loved sweatpants. He bit his lip, doing his best to be quiet, and doing his best to hold onto his orgasm.

The camera followed Patrick’s veiny arm as it reached over to the other side of the seat, and the quickly looked back up. Patrick was climbing over the seat, something that Ronnie always admired of his brother as it gave him an incredible view, but Andy didn’t stay for the view.

The camera focused back down, towards a white landscape that was quickly darkening, with a blurry horizon being overtaken by a sweatpants covered cheek.

The screen darkened as Patrick sat down, and soon blacked out, with ‘No Signal Detected’ replacing the feed, blinking. Ronnie reached orgasm, soaking his underwear with seed straight through to his pants. Ronnie moaned as he came, his head lying on his desk, hands in his pants, and asshole throbbing from the sheer intensity of his orgasm.

He spent almost an entire hour coming down from his glow before he weakly reached for his mouse, and clicked:

‘End Recording’

How Many More

“What cereal do you want?” Ronnie called out as he looked into the cabinet.

“Cinnamon toast crunch!” Patrick shouted back.

Ronnie reached into the cabinet, and grabbed the box. He poured two bowls, and set one down for himself, and the other for Patrick.

He grabbed the milk out of the fridge, and sat at the island, waiting for Patrick. Ronnie gulped as he pulled out a small Tic Tac case. He brought it to eye-level, and spotted 4 millimeter tall people, each with a camera on their forehead. They seemed to be blinking, but Ronnie had just added [glued] a flashlight to their inventory.

Ronnie took a deep breath. After today, he would have 6 videos in his collection. The first of Andy being sat on by Patrick. The second of a friend who ran from home meeting his end beneath Patrick’s dirty barefoot.

And now he will have 4 more videos. Band geeks from the local school about to become the ultimate sacrifice for his brother Patrick, and the ultimate masturbation video for Ronnie.

He poured the milk, popped off the top of the Tic Tac case, and made his victims a part of Patrick’s balanced breakfast.

“I poured the milk! If you don’t mind, I’m gonna eat in my room,” Ronnie shouted behind him as Patrick stomped to the kitchen.

He shut the door behind him, and quickly sat at his computer, eager to see the screens. Two of them were focused on Patrick. Ronnie sighed dreamily. How he loved to see his brother through their eyes. The other one was simply trying not to drown in the cold milk, and the fourth trying to swim to a floating square.

Ronnie tried his best to watch the screens simultaneously, trying to figure out which one would be eaten first.

It was the second screen. Ronnie didn’t see the spoon dip into the cereal, perhaps it was too big to capture, but the camera suddenly fell down into the square, pinned by the forces of being rapidly raised into the air. The screen was overtaken with the image of Patrick’s pink lips, suddenly parting. The camera turned around.

(Damn it!) Ronnie thought as the screen shifted to the landscape of a cereal square. He could see the end of the spoon, far into the distance, Patrick’s fingers gripping the spoon looking like some deep-sea monster. Ronnie slowly rubbed himself, upset at the loss of the view of his brother’s mouth, but then he immediately creamed himself as a shadow overtook the poor tiny man, and Patrick’s teeth, both the bottom and the upper ones, slowly appeared in the sky, like an alien spacecraft carrying apocalyptic weapons.

The mouth hovered for a moment as the tiny man continued to run. The camera shortly focused on the outside. Ronnie could see the television was on. The mouth began to close, and the light began to diminish, and then darkness. The flashlight on the tiny man’s head illuminated the way, but all he could see was the grain of the cereal. He fell to his knees, and Ronnie could see the tiny man pounding his hands against the square, when suddenly the camera began flying at rapid angles.

Ronnie reached over to his speakers, and slowly turned the volume up. It sounded like large metal objects were being crushed. He couldn’t hear the tiny man screaming. Ronnie could only assume that Patrick was chewing. The screen blacked out only to show ‘No Signal Detected.’

Ronnie panted as he began rubbing himself again, and looked at the other 3 screens. He noticed the first screen only moving side to side, and the third screen was hanging onto a small crumb to stay afloat. The fourth screen was mysteriously looking at the tv. (That’s weird) Ronnie thought. He continued to watch the screen as the camera shifted up to see inside Patrick’s nose. (OH, god, yes!) Ronnie thought (I gotta figure out a way to get someone in there). He shook his head, when he saw the camera capture the spoon, truly looking like an alien spacecraft enter Patrick’s mouth.

“He’s on your lip!” Ronnie shouted, smiling. “Awesome!”

He went back to watching the first screen, trying to figure out why the shrunken man wasn’t moving. The camera shifted down to see that the man’s legs were crushed. A square fell on top of him.

Ronnie held his face in his hands, guilt, guilt, guilt. He did his best to ignore himself as the same camera began to rise in the air.

(Yes!) Ronnie muttered to himself. The camera was stuck facing Patrick.

Ronnie looked over to the speakers. They were muted, but… He was curious. Ronnie reached for the speakers, and turned them up, making sure to mute the third and fourth camera’s audio.

He could hear the tiny man’s voice over the blare of the television. A hand reached out weakly as Patrick’s lips parted, and the spoon carried him to his final destination, “No… Please!’

Ronnie began tugging himself furiously, enjoying the gargantuan sight of Patrick’s mouth, the strands of saliva, appearing as columns, hanging from his teeth, the bits of food left on the floor of his wet, glistening tongue.

The man was brought into the darkness of Patrick’s mouth, and Ronnie saw his twitching uvula, and the abyss of his throat. He could hear Patrick breathing through the camera, and he came once more.

The light began to dim, and the man screamed, prompting Ronnie to mute the speakers. The man followed in the same steps of his predecessor, violently being tossed around before the feed being replaced with ‘No Signal Detected.’

Next, the third screen.

Ronnie began to rub himself once again, but slowed down as he realized that nothing was happening. Reluctantly, he reached over with his left hand to turn up the speakers. The poor boy was bobbing up, and down, in and out of the milk. He would sputter in the wake of Patrick’s spoon dipping in and out.

The camera managed to look up, and though he would go under the milk every now and then, Ronnie could make out the image of his older brother, sitting and staring at the screen, holding the bowl in his lap. He watched as his mouth moved, chewing.

The camera shifted back down, and Ronnie realized that there was no more cereal left.

(Crap, please don’t throw him out!) Ronnie thought, but breathed a sigh of relief when the bowl began to rise. He glanced at the fourth camera, overshadowed by the ceramic bowl, then continued to watch the third cam.

The boy began to cry, “I don’t wanna die! Please don’t eat me! I’m right here!”

This time, Ronnie didn’t turn the volume down. He turned it up even higher, and began to rub himself as the milk flowed into Patrick’s mouth, carrying the next bit of nutrition. The camera went dark, and Ronnie heard a swallow.

He sat back, masturbating furiously as he watched the fourth screen. The camera looked to its right, and saw a giant, wet, pink creature gliding over the landscape of Patrick’s bottom lip. The man began to scream as it approached, before crushing him.

‘No Signal Detected’
Ronnie came.

Once he regained his composure he began to clean himself up, but noticed that audio was still playing.

He shrugged figuring that he accidentally hit play on a video. He finished up in the bathroom, and returned to his room, where he moved the mouse to hit end recording.

“N-no way,” Ronnie said, his finger hovering over the mouse.

The third camera was still recording.

All that showed was a light shining into the inky darkness. A boy who couldn’t swim, forced to try his luck in the acidic pit of Patrick’s stomach. The boy gurgled as the hellacious environment forced him under, and then throwing him into the air, where he would inhale the acidic air, only prolonging his torture, forcing him to relive this over and over again.

At times, the light would shine on his skin while he was in the acids, and Ronnie would see that his skin was bubbling and blistering, melting. In a way, it kind of looked like clam chowder reaching a boil.

Ronnie wasn’t getting hard. He was mesmerized. He redirected the feed to show up in his phone instead, and got his earphones, only putting his right one in. He walked into the living room where Patrick was sitting back, watching the tv.

“Hey, hey, Ronnie!” Patrick smiled.

Ronnie’s eyes were glued to his phone screen. He sat on the couch, and onto his back, resting his head in his brother’s lap, his left ear against Patrick’s stomach.

In his left ear, he could hear Patrick’s stomach, gurgling, nothing more.

In his right, he could hear the boy crying, screaming, dying.

“What are you watching?” Patrick asked, tilting the screen. A part of a head, smashed and partially digested appeared on the screen [the first man to be eaten]. Patrick furrowed his brow in shock, “Is that a horror movie?”

“Of sorts, yeah,” Ronnie said.

3AM Snack

Nate, a handsome man of 27, stumbles into his condo at 3am after a night out with friends. Needless to say, he is quite intoxicated and feeling awesome after a night of letting loose - blowing off steam from a grueling work week. The 6’2, blue-eyed blond loved spending his weekends gallivanting and socializing – his successful job afforded him a lifestyle many dreamed of and he relished in his freedom to enjoy the finer things in life.

His size 13 feet slammed against the shiny hardwood floors as he tried to keep his balance, realizing just how drunk he was – but that didn’t stop him from wanting one more drink. Nate went to his liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of bourbon, pouring a liberal amount into his glass. He smiled, lifting it up to his lips, taking a sip and sighing with contentment. His stomach grumbled with hunger. He hadn’t eaten since dinner and the drunk munchies were setting in. As he walked to the kitchen, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror – he was a striking man. His cardigan hugged his defined pecs which opened to a plunging v-neck undershirt that exposed his smooth, strong chest. His biceps stretched the arms of his cardigan out and he grinned, taking in his muscled physique. He was hot and knew it.

Nate perused the kitchen cabinets searching for the perfect snack. Not one to each junk food, he did keep a stash of his favorite late-night indulgence: mac and cheese. His mouth watered as he pulled the box out and set a pot on the stove to boil. Nate took another sip of his bourbon and felt a twinge of horniness in his pants. A night of drinking always made him eager to jerk – “I’ll save that for later” he thought rubbing his crotch through his tight jeans and dumping the noodles into the pot. Nate drain the cooked noodles and dumped the thick cheese from the packet into the pot. He licked his lips, anticipating the feast ahead of him. As he stirred the cheese and noodles together, he remembered a joke his best friend Eric said before getting out of the taxi. “Don’t go binging tonight, fatass!!” He had laughed, mocking Nate knowing how ravenous his friend turned after drinking. “Dude, I could eat a city after tonight!” Nate shot back, giving him a wink and shutting the door….Nate chuckled at the thought. “I could eat the world right now,” he joked, dumping the mac and cheese into a large bowl, scraping out every last noodle.

Nate stomped towards his couch, bowl in hand, and turned on the TV. “Oh shit. I forgot pepper!!” It gave his mac and cheese the extra kick it needed. He grabbed the pepper shaker from the table and began shaking – but what Nate didn’t know was that pepper was not the only thing being sprinkled into his bowl. With each strong shake, hundreds of speck-sized people began falling – careening into the yellow mound of food. The tiny forms fell down in horror – bewildered by their predicament. As the micro people poured out by the dozens, they looked up to see a monstrous face. A gorgeous man, seeing right through them – his lips parted making sure he seasoned his snack just right. The screams fell on deaf ears. Nate was drunk and hungry not to mention that the people being sprinkled were far too puny to be heard by the drunk titan.

PLOP PLOP PLOP. Nearly a thousand innocent people were now trapped in the gooey, sticky snack – their bodies coated in the hot melted cheese. Flailing and pleading, only sinking deeper into the mammoth mass of cheesy goodness. They wiped their eyes, gasping for air – crying out for loved ones. No clue how they got there, panic set in as a shadow loomed over the bowl – Nate’s blue eyes widened as he opened his mouth, “MMMMM perfect.” The booming, thundering power of his voice terrified the specks in his snack. Some people were lucky enough to fall together, clinging to each other for support trying to find a way out. Others were less fortunate – falling directly into the cavernous shells – so simple and small to a normal person, but now the cheese covered shells were a death trap.

Nate walked back to the couch eager to eat – bowl in one hand and his drink in the other. The TV had his favorite show streaming on Netflix. The oblivious, inebriated man needed to get more comfortable before diving in. He set the bowl and drink down on the coffee table – but that simple action was not so simple. Nate didn’t realize that not only was his pepper shaker full of microsized people, his whole condo was littered with millions of citizens. Somehow an entire city was sprawled across Nate’s coffee table. So miniature, it was barely visible to the naked eye let alone through Nate’s drunken haze. As the bowl and glass of bourbon came down, people fled and shrieked in fear. The mountain like dining ware bigger than anything they could have ever imagined. BOOOOMMMMM. The coffee table shook and within seconds, huge sections of the city were decimated under the bowl and glass – thousands killed instantly. Mass chaos swarmed in the tiny city; now in the shadow of bowl of mac and cheese and a glass of whiskey….

Nate towered over his coffee table and began to unbutton his cardigan, throwing it to the floor. He pulled his tight white undershirt off exposing his impressive broad pecs and incredible stomach – a stomach needing to be fed. The action of Nate undressing sent a waves of manly scents over the trapped victims in his bowl and over the citizens on his coffee table. Its was a spicy and warm odor with a hit of sweat that filled the livingroom…his shoes were next.

His massive feet ached from the night’s festivities. Covering his feet were slip on Sperry’s – maroon in color and worn from months of wear. Nate eagerly and aggressively kicked off the massive footwear exposing his sweaty argyle socks that clung to his slimy toes – dirt and fuzz mashed into the moist fabric. The odor of Nate’s feet began to fill the room, making its way to the teeny prisoners above. All they could smell now was man and ripe feet – no amount of jumping, yelling, pleading or begging could catch the unaware behemoth’s attention – Nate just continued to undress unzipping his pants.

A tight pair of black Perry Ellis briefs revealed themselves, perfectly holding his bulging package. Below in the mac and cheese, the stuck people look up in awe and terror witnessing the “private” moment. Looks of shock across their faces - both taken aback by the size of the toned man and yet terrified of what they knew was to come…his stomach gurgled. “FUCK. TIME TO EAT.” Nate smiles, licking his full lips.

Nate grabs the bowl and bends to sit – his bubble butt stretching out the briefs as he collides with the cushion. He lets out a sigh, resting the bowl on his junk. Debris stuck to the bottom of the bowl from the crushing of city blocks now wipes off onto Nate’s musky briefs – a few survivors managing to hold on when the giant lifted the bowl from the table…they now tremble in horror as they’re faced with the vast expanse of black…knowing full-well a massive cock and balls are just below them.

Nate lifts his feet up from the floor…wanting to get more comfortable and kick back. To the people in the city, the scene is catastrophic. The sky becomes filled with a view…a terrifying smelly view. The soles of Nate’s socked feet appear like alien monsters – the argyle pattern hugging his huge feet. People begin running in every direction. Cars, trucks and busses trying speeding away only to become trapped in a traffic jam. The stink of the giant’s feet is foul…a night of partying and dancing clearly soaked the socks in sweat – Nate absentmindedly wiggling and cracking his toes, sending down a hail storm of dirt, funk and toe jam. The streets filled with the smell of his powerful feet…soon the massacre begins as Nate’s toes make contact – sliding into the city. Crushing countless buildings and lives under his stinking feet. No one can escape the mega socked foot of smelly hell as it bulldozes through half the city before pushing up on its heel – the other foot coming over to cross at the ankle, leaving the city in a shadow – rank feet jetting up in the air like an ominous skyscraper. At the base of his heel, a hospital just missed being crushed – desperately trying to admit the injured while fending off the musty odor of the blond giant’s feet. Hundreds of survivors cling the dank fabric on the sole of Nate’s foot – hundreds of feet in the air. Paralyzed and terrified – trying not fall from Nate’s nasty foot.

But the torture is just beginning for those in Nate’s snack. He lifts the bowl, just below his pecs – his hard nipple obscenely protruding; visible to the thousands in his warm pasta. Nate grabs his fork, peering down into the bowl. “OH YEAH – I’VE BEEN WANTING THIS ALL NIGHT.” Nate smiles as his huge pink tongue emerges to coat his luscious monster lips with saliva – ready to feast.

It’s utter pandemonium in the mac and cheese. People begin thrashing and crying. Begging not to be eaten – looking up into the glossy, drunk eyes of their oblivious predator. Soon a fork appears, the silver shimmering in the light and making Nate’s hungry blue eyes sparkle. The pronged silverware makes contact and plunges into the sticky noodles. Mass terror envelopes the tiny captives trying to escape the first bite….a huge hunk of mac and cheese is pulled up, strands of cheese pulling people with it – dozens upon dozens of people stuck to the glob. Nate’s eyes focus to the TV as he brings his fork to his mouth. It opens and a hot blast of bourbon laden breath hits the speck-sized people with hurricane forces. Nate’s tongue slowly protrudes out from his lips, wet with spit…his lips almost in a smile of satisfaction. He takes his bite letting the warm treat glide onto his tongue. “MMMMMMMM”, he moans tasting the cheese. The vibration of his groan shaking the bowl and the tinies trapped in his mouth. The screaming, thrashing victims become covered in spit – terrified and panicked; lost in damp darkness. The roar of “don’t eat us!!!” from the mass in his mouth not noticed by the giant. Nate shifts his tongue and begins to chew. Lips smacking as the sticky cheese covers his teeth and tongue. Noodles and hundreds of helpless people chewed, mashed and crushed between his massive, mighty molars.

He looks down again, ready for the next bite. The fork aims and crashes down, killing some upon impact. “DAMN, WHY IS THIS SO GOOD!!” Lifting his next bite up, he pauses to grab his drink – leaving so many to wait to be devoured in agony by the drunk Adonis. Nate takes a long sip of his drink then letting out a sigh - his hot manly breath teasing the morsels on his fork. As the positions the fork closer to his thick lips, a gas bubble boils in his gut – opening his mouth, the petrified specks can see the bits of chewed noodle and people caked to his teeth and tongue…spit dripping from his glistening white teeth. The rumbling increases and soon an earth-shattering burp explodes from Nate’s stomach sending a toxic, sonic boom of wretched stomach smell over his fork. “HAHAHA GOOD ONE!” People gagging and sobbing – knowing they're going to end up in the stomach of a drunk hunk. A young couple holds onto each other as the burp subsides, seeing Nate's humongous pink tongue lunging for them. They cry, seeing the dark cavernous mouth of the hungry beast, smelling his breath, his lips curled in pleasure….they’re just a snack. Nate takes another bite; being more playful this time. He pushes the noodles to the roof of his mouth mashing it while simultaneously massacring hundreds of people into pulp. His saliva beginning to break down his food. His jaw, flexes with power as his chews – deadly mastication.

To the outsider, the scene is so normal. A dude comes home drunk - strips down, makes a snack and relaxes - but by some twist of fate the reality is a gruesome nightmare for millions. On the coffee table, people try to seek shelter in the shadow of Nate’s stinking feet…he shifts his weight and plants both soles directly on the table. They see his gargantuan size 13s descending – the Sperry’s he wore all night making his feet reek. The casual action having devastating effects as the socked feet brutally crush more of the city. People becoming trapped or killed in the fibers of Nate’s crusty argyle socks. His muscular calves flexing as he continues to devour hundreds in is mac and cheese.

Nate’s stomach churns and gurgles – his hunger satiated more and more with each bite. So many screaming tiny people passing by his lips. Lips that smack, chew and kill. Cheese covers his lips – lips that have people trapped on them only to be swept away as he greedily licks the delicious cheese off and into his mouth. His bowl now empty, he inspects his fork. Remnants of cheese and “pepper” remain. Only a few survivors left – shaking, begging, waving and pleading not to be eaten. Nate smiles sticking is long tongue out – dragging the fork across his wet deadly tongue not wanting to leave a trace of his snack left. The tinies writhe on his sticky tongue before being swallowed whole…dragged down to his stomach to be dissolved – to become part of him.

Letting out another burp, Nate rubs his dick through his briefs. A few unlucky citizens deposited from the bowl earlier scramble to avoid the horny hand. They race towards his waistband, not wanting to fall between his muscular thighs – sure to be crushed under his colossal ass. Their mistake is soon realized as Nate uses his thumb to pull down his briefs, sending the littles tumbling down into his pubes while his thick hardening dick pops out. They smell his funky nutsack and sweaty dick and cower as his hand wraps around his manhood ready to jerk. He spreads his legs, scooting his ass down. “UUUGHGHHHH” he grunts before a wet long fart sputters from his slimy asshole. “ALL THAT MAC AND CHEESE” he chuckles letting another one rip while stroking his uncut cock. He licks his lips, tasting the remaining bits of food stuck to them, closing his eyes – not knowing some are still alive stuck between his teeth, trapped in the fibers of his stinky socks and even more in his pubes….he jerks ferociously, using his free hand to rub his thick pecs and full belly. He burbs again and moans; drunk and happy. His toes curl – killing those trapped under them. “FUUUUUCCCKKKK”. His pulsing sweaty cock spews out thick, milky cum all over his stomach - drenching himself in his potent seed. The littles in his pubes drown as jizz dribbles down into his murky bush.

“GOD DAMN IT, I NEEDED THAT.” He sighs, pulling off a sock to wipe up his mess. Hundreds of speck people that had prayed for survival on the dank sock meet their fate as they become mashed against his stomach – crushed between his sock, cum, and skin.

“I’M STILL HUNGRY…” Nate gets up and heads to the bathroom to take a leak. “MAYBE I’LL MAKE SOME MORE..”

The Fleck


Oh, my little Fleck. I almost squished you, you know? Back when I first laid eyes on your tiny, tiny little body. I barely recognized you as human, jumping up and down and waving your arms on my desk. Actually, it's more accurate to say I didn't recognize you as human. I thought you were a gnat or a flea, or some other little bug who was about to have a very bad day.

I can't say what it is exactly that kept me from squishing you with my pencil eraser. Maybe some part of me felt your humanity, however miniscule, and stayed my hand just long enough for my curiosity to rise. Or maybe I was just bored, and thought you would provide a nice distraction. Isn't that something, Fleck? That your life was spared because I had nothing better to do?

Whatever the cause, I peered forward, closing one eye and lowering the other right beside you, to really see what you were. Just barely, despite your utter insignificance, I could see your little arms and legs wiggling around. I assume you must have been shouting up to me, but as you well know by now you're far too little to be audible. Hell, I still don't even know if you're a boy or a girl, Fleck. At your size, it hardly matters.

I cautiously guarded you until the end of class, keeping you well away from the rest of my supplies. I admit, I thought long and hard of simply ending you beneath a book, or my eraser, or even just my thumb. I've always been an impulsive guy, and the thought of taking your life so casually appealed to me - but I had to know more. Where did you come from? How did you get so small?

Could I make others like you?

When it came time to move you, I wasn't sure the best way to do it. I didn't want to end up squishing you after having spent all class protecting you, but how do you transport a grain of sand that's as fragile as a paper doll? When I finally ended up blowing you into an empty Tic-Tac container, you seemed displeased - but what else was I to do? You've always been unreasonable, or at least you seem to be. You wiggle your limbs a lot, and I assume that means displeasure. But after I flicked the container a few times, you settled right down like a good boy. Good girl?

Good Fleck.

I brought you to lunch with me and set you out on the table, in plain view, though of course no one noticed. Did you realize your situation then, Fleck? Were you pounding and screaming on the walls of your prison, pleading for even one person to notice you and rescue you from me? I bet you weren't. I bet you sat there, dumb and docile, while I thought about what I'd do with your little life.

Oh, and your lunch! You had no idea what I'd done, did you? I 'accidentally' knocked your enclosure over, sending you tumbling around in there, and while you were preoccupied with that I took a teensy bit of meat from off my tongue and dropped it in with you, offering you something to eat. You didn't even hesitate after getting your bearings, you just tucked right in! I had a great little chuckle to myself about that, Fleck. You're just too easy to tease!

I remember keeping you in my butt during gym. All those mouthfuls of sweat must have filled you up. Atleast I let you back in your container afterwards though.

I brought you to the rest of my classes, twirling your little box idly in my fingers as I struggled to care about anything other than what I was going to do with you in the privacy of my own home. I tried to imagine your itty-bitty screams, how big and scary the world must have seemed to you from within there, no more in control of your own destiny than a bug in a jar.

I admit, sometimes I shook you extra-hard, wondering if that alone would kill you. I'm glad it didn't, Fleck.

Finally we got home. I brought you to my room, opened the top of your prison and pressed my ear firmly to the opening - and for the first (and last) time, I heard your voice. I didn't understand your words, but in the complete silence of my room, your thin screams echoing off the plastic walls managed to barely raise above my own blood rushing through my ears. Even though I laughed at you, I will admit that made me... disappointed. I had hoped to be able to communicate, like I said, to learn about your story. In that moment, though, I realized that would be impossible. You were just too small to hear.

Sitting up against the headboard of my bed and looking down at you, wondering what could be done with such a small thing, I suddenly got a wonderful idea. Oh-so-carefully I tilted the container, gently tapping the end until you spilled out onto my right inner thigh.I watched your speck sized form moving ever so slowly on the caramel colored skin. The hairs on my skin alone must have looked like trees. Thinking about how my abs must look like to you high above got me hard. Did that creep you out fleck? did you like it? were you disgusted by it? were you scared?
I hoped that you'd move towards it but saw you move away from it but still unable to escape the vastness of my thigh. It was so much bigger than you! Colossal, gargantuan, monumental - none of these words do justice to just how remarkably diminutive you looked, resting on a single breast! I'm not even remarkably well-endowed, Fleck, you're just that tiny!

That's when I learned just how long it takes you to travel. You moved an inch in a few minutes, steadily crawling down my inner thigh I was surprised you were even brave enough to start crawling down towards the bedsheet. Your progress was so slow however that it was entertaining for me . I remember feeling my heart pounding in my chest as I studied you, thinking about how there was an entire person on my inner thigh if I shifted slightly my cock or balls might squish you, a man or woman with an entire life behind them that had taken them to this point was now a dot on my skin, millimetres away from my cock. For the second time, I was so tempted to end you. I could visualize your gravestone in my mind:

Fleck

??? - 2021

Smashed against college guy's cock

"[Indiscernable squeaking]"

But lucky little you, my roommate barged in right at that moment, catching me sitting up in bed in the middle of the afternoon, looking at my cock. I startled and looked up - I took my eyes off you for a second - but that was all it took. When I looked back down, you were gone, presumably lost in the dark valley of my cleavage. I minced words with my roommate, who seemed eager to leave the scene she'd walked in on, and when she left I rushed to my mirror, looking at my sculpted naked body.Looking between my legs for any sign of you

I... I think I found you, Fleck. I'll be honest, I can't know for sure, and I doubt I ever will. I carefully inspected my crotch and thats when I came across a small smidge of red on the side of my cock. It's... it's possible it was just a splash of ketchup from my burger at lunch, but it's also possible, of course, that it's your remains. Why did you have to get so small, Fleck? Even a few more centimeters and you would have been way more manageable! Stupid, stupid bug.

Still, maybe you're lost in my room somewhere. Maybe you tumbled off the other way and spilled onto my bed, or even got caught in a draft and fell to the floor. Haha, maybe you even got sucked up my nose when I inhaled in surprise of my roommate's presence! Oh, but - I've just rubbed my nose in reflex, so now I hope that's not the case anymore. Sorry if you were in there.

I've left a small white piece of blank paper in the center of my room, and I'll check it a few times a day. I know you have no reason to trust me - but without me, you'll die. You can't fend for yourself. If you're alive, and if you have an ounce of sense left, you'll go with me over a miserable, hungry demise.

Of course, knowing my luck I've written all this out for the sake of a bug currently resting in a Kleenex at the bottom of a wastebin. I really hope that's not the case. What a shame.

After A Long Day

You come home from a long day at college, looking forward to a wonderful evening of unwinding and relaxation all to yourself. Opening your bedroom door, millions of tiny “insects” sprawled across your carpeted floor look up at the shadowed figure standing above them with pure adrenaline-induced fear. This fear is only amplified as your massive, shoe-and-sock-covered foot passes through the massive archway of your door and lands with an ominous *thud* inside your room.

Another thud… and another, and another. A group of helpless “bugs” scramble far below your notice as your massive tread swings forward and hovers over their panicked forms before your stride brings down a meteor-sized shoe upon their heads with a deep *thoomp!* The sounds of their unfortunate bodies being crushed underfoot not even auditable over your movements as that next foot soars forward and brings you another step closer to the next pair of your victims.

Looking from underneath a pair of discarded underwear, these tiny, sentient bugs find themselves, within a few casual steps on your part, between your titanic legs staring up at your massive form; the titanic owner of the space they so carelessly entered without permission. They watch as each massive cruise ship-sized shoe is carefully removed from your massive, socked feet, the ease at which you tossed each across the room completely mind-boggling to the specks observing your impossible movements.

Each of your legs lifts to the heavens once more as your massive torso pivots down, slipping one of your truck-sized thumbs under the lip of the sock covering each skyscraper-sized foot. The sight overwhelms those tiny specks below, causing them to shoot out from under their sanctuary in terror, as they realize that little could stop the impossible forces you create around them. It was this fatal error that would prove to become their downfall, however. Soon, massive, white snowballs fall from the sky and around the crowd of tiny insects at your feet. They scatter left and right as they desperately pray to whatever gods they once worshiped to be spared the dismal fate handed to them in this deadly roulette.

Though many survived, there were groups of tens that fell victim to your sweat-weighted projectiles as they slammed into the ground, even more who were fallen by the tumbling boulders you called socks as they rolled across the floor, and even more unfortunate souls that found themselves pinned and instantly adhered underneath the massive building-sized constructs. All were forced to endure the pungent male, musky aroma that your powerful body had given off throughout its long day traversing the chaotic lands of giants beyond the barrier of that massive door.

With careless and casual indifference, your still-sweaty, bare foot soared through the air, coming to rest just infront of a large group of people, your toes spreading across the carpet and compressing the fibers into submission below your mighty weight. Some unfortunate stragglers to that large group found their lives instantly extinguished by powerful bone and sinew alike as your foot rested across their insignificant, dust-sized bodies.

Another step, and soon that paw was skyward once more. The massive appendage crossed infront of a sunbeam momentarily which highlighted your might and power to all those poor souls stranded across the wide plain that was your floor. That moment showed how dangerous just one part of your body could be to each and every speck that found themselves under the tread of your careless steps.

With two more steps, you found yourself infront of your computer desk. The scrape of wood on carpet filled the room as you casually pulled the chair out. A colony of tiny specks inhabiting your desk top looked up in awe and dread as the massive giant they greatly feared reached over their position, compressing the power button and initializing a turbine storm of fan noises from the massive computing device weighing more than all the insects in that room combined.

Soon, however, another sound rumbled through the room as a deep bellow from the titan above resounded against the walls. You had been peaking at many specific searches on your cellphone throughout the bus ride home and had gotten yourself into a fairly pleasurable state by thought process alone, even before even entering your room. Some of the insects across your desk and even a few from the floor, not directly in danger of crushing, could attest to this as they stared at a clearly defined bulge extruded from your cloth-covered midsection. A massive hand suddenly fell from the sky as you reached down to caress the massive tent of fabric, only further notching the cloth around your sizeable bulge, and sending many shivers of fear into the minds of those far too small to ever compete with your godly equipment.

Your mind soon made its decision, instantly calculating it was time to enjoy this rare evening alone; no person ever able interrupt your soon-to-be pleasure session. Eyes across the expansive room looked up in a mixture of horror, fear, and arousal as the sound of fabric against skin acted as an ominous preview of what was to come.

A small group in particular realized far too late just how dangerous your intentions were to them as a mass of fabric suddenly barreled down towards their miniscule forms, instantly concealing their tiny bodies from view; assuming you would ever bother looking down to them in the first place. Massive footsteps rocked their nightmarish environment as sudden impacts of your titanic feet sent everyone airborne with each step, sent even more tumbling into the constricting fabric to forever be lost, and sent more than a few under the unforgiving skin below your massive soles.

Soon you were an Adonis across the sky with only your briefs keeping you humble. You finally stepped out from your pants on the floor and sent them flying towards the growing pile of used clothing, your feet landing on top of a few straggling mants not obliterated from your previous action. The login sound from your computer was pleasure to your ears and hell to everyone else’s as you positioned your hands across the keyboard and mouse. Each click of the keys and swipe of the mouse acted as a toll of fate as you slowly guided your computer to your favorite, intimate sites.

Eyes widened and gulps of fear perpetuated the crowds around your room as a momentary blast of sexual sounds told all that there was to know about what was going to happen in this room momentarily. A quick click of a headphone plug and a cursed grumble quickly obscured the sounds and ensured this titan would not be disturbed. All eyes were on you once more as your thumbs hooked the sides of your waistband and slowly tugged downwards, finally revealing yourself completely and shamelessly to the entire population below your notice.

Those on the desk were given a particularly impressive first-row seat to your reveal as your massive equipment cast its long shadow across the crowd gathered before you. Each and every one of them huddled together in fear as you leaned forwards to initiate another navigation towards the site’s more secluded listings. Soon, white pucks the size of tanks were thrust into the only possible means of contacting you as you casually plugged your ears with your cherished earbuds, opening your most favorite video across the screen.

As you leaned forwards to make that final navigation, your massive, blood-laden cock fell towards the desk from its weight, right onto the poor unfortunate souls scampering across it. Tens of lives were extinguished under the pre-coated skin of your ridged, purple head as it slapped lightly against the table while many hundreds of others were forced to follow your rod up into the sky, hopeless entangled in lake-sized beads of pre that copiously coated your sexual endowment.

A deep groan from the chair behind signified your transfer of weight from feet to rear-end as hundreds of poor souls desperately tried to scatter from the shadow of your bum; a move that was ultimately for naught as unheard pops signified the end of more sentient life below your gaze. For but one, brief moment as you stared into the screen and your eyes locked onto the tantalizing action playing out before you, all was calm. Nothing but the long, pleasured sigh you emanated caught the attention of all the tiny, unwitting audience members, as hundreds and thousands of gazes stared up to your looming and dominating form. For one brief, silent moment, those in such vulnerable places around and on you were given a reprieve of action as your eyes took in the stimuli before you like a flower would absorb sunlight.

Only that silence would not last for long; that reprieve that hundreds of poor souls wished would last forever soon ended. Another deep gasp of pleasure left your maw as the provocative imagery before you finally kicked your body into action. What would have been seen as a simple motion to any normal-sized person; a hand rising from your side and traveling downwards, was the sight of horrors to those now desperately thrashing against the sticky bonds at the tip, sides and base of your massive, skyscraper-sized cock.

Those unfortunate enough to have found themselves stuck anywhere but the head of your phallus cried out in despair as your fist zeroed in around them, a dark, oppressive shadow hovering over their position as you briefly held your hand around your rod, shivering slightly as something particularly interesting on screen halted your movements momentarily. But only momentarily. The agonizing cries of despair rose to a peak as the space between fist and cock-flesh shrunk to nothing. Again, you briefly paused, enjoying the feeling of your fist against your most intimate region, even feeling a slight tingle, which you instantly wrote off as simply being the radiating energy emanating from your hand.

With the greatest ease, your hand took its first motion across your expansive hardon, your fist rising skywards, pulling skin along with it, clenching slightly as the motion instantly provided a jolt of pleasure to your spine, and soon your mind. Another pleasurable moan escaped your maw as torturous moans and screams, mixed with the occasional, inaudible splatter, marked another transformation from man to lubrication.

The ascension of your first pump made its way to the base of your cock head, many hundreds of souls watching in horror at the very real threat speeding towards them. Those unfortunate enough to have hidden below the hood of your cock found their lives instantly in jeopardy as your fingers casually bumped into that flange, splattering tens in one, simple motion. As your fist descended downwards towards the base of your rod to prep for another pump, screams of pain, torture and suffering were instantly drown out by your panting from above, which, consequentially, overpowered the sound of tiny splatters from the few survivors still clenched in your fist by a factor of 100 or more.

From just two more pumps, the crumbled, crimson remains of your latest victims soon mixed with the overabundance of precum running down your rod, giving it a completely indistinguishable tint of pink as your fist mixed gore and your sticky production together with each pump. Those two simple pumps of your powerful armature were enough to completely devoid your nether regions of life, save from the few remaining survivors still bonded against your expansive tip. An efficient, and well-practiced maneuver honed over years of puberty and young adulthood, your masturbation took no heed or care towards the tiny specks of life that dare get in its way, only humiliating said life further by mixing what remained in with such an intimate substance such as your precum.

Far above, your mind was flustered with thoughts of love and satisfaction, your attention never waning from the action presented before and around you, thanks to your surround-sound earbuds. No pitiful plea, no desperate cry of salvation ever intruded past those calls of sexual stimulation pouring into your ears. Even without the constant stream of audio, the likeness of those tiny, insignificant bugs’ pleas ever surpassing even your lightest breaths of pleasure was completely non-existent. You dominated your domain with each powerful action your massive body exuded.

The thump of your heartbeat rumbled through the room, just below the occasional growls of pleasure escaping your maw, and the wet *schlick* of fist against pre-lubricated phallus. Around your abode, thousands stared in complete disbelief at the titanic actions you portrayed, all eyes staring in awe at your powerful motions. Those below your desk found themselves staring at a very different threat, however. Sure, when this whole thing started they too were watching, many with completely dry mouths, at the heavily arousing actions you were perpetrating far above. But soon, the threat of survival once more showed its ugly head as your massive, wiggling toes slithered below the desk and extended fully as your body stretched out in complete relaxation.

Many hundreds who were unlucky to find themselves anywhere but the back wall under your desk were instantly plowed under your heel as it scraped forward across the carpet. Those towards the back wall found a short reprieve as your arches soared over their heads with powerful domination, a light, musky aroma only further accentuating their insignificance. Your massive digits wiggled and stretched overhead, showcasing your powerful tendons and muscles as they convulsed below that thick layer of skin which had the power of instant obliteration to colonies of these tiny bugs with a simple muscle movement.

The respite from your powerful feet only lasted as long as it took for you to near your climax. A simple re-placement of your heel was all it took to send the shadow of your foot down onto hundreds; the sole and its armor-like skin instantly compressing those tiny specks into red carpet dye. The deep bellowing moan above hardly signifying a numerous yet insignificant loss of life below your tread.

That bellowing moan brought a deep-set fear to so many innocent souls struggling to stay above the deluge of pre droplets now escaping your yawning slit. The powerful thrusts your fist provided only further proved to challenge their very survival; many finally succumbing to a lack of oxygen as they sunk below your precum droplets. Their suffering was soon finished as their bodies flowed down a river of pre, down to the danger zone between fist and cock; down to be instantly crushed between your pleasure-clenched fist and rock-hard meat.

Hundreds across your room clenched their ears in their hands as a loud, bellowing moan of pleasure rumbled over the air, instantly demanding complete attention from all that dare intrude into your domain. You would show all who dare to invade your home what price would be paid in blood and suffering; and you would do it without the least bit of knowledge of your doing so.

Powerful huffs of pleasure escaped your mouth as you felt your testicles clench powerfully, your body convulse in the most pleasurable manner; your mind flood with a rush of endorphin-induced euphoria. In one, split millisecond of time, your body’s processes proceeded in a well-honed orchestra of pleasure, practiced over a near-daily routine of nightly lovemaking that improved with each passing iteration. Deep within the most intimate regions of your body, a long, sticky deluge of cum began its near-instantaneous journey up your cock; your climax had officially hit.

The few still on your cock that were “lucky” enough to survive all that you had unleashed over this fifteen-minute period of pleasure were amazed, aroused, and horrified simultaneously as that first globule of semen powerfully erupted from your slit, an almost audible rumble humbling each and every soul still coherent enough to witness this show of titanic might you were displaying in something as simple to you as cumming. The end tail of cum from that first burst splattered down and encompassed a group of bugs under its unyielding weight, its viscosity preventing any from swimming up to the surface to take in any more breaths. To the rest of the souls witnessing this from other areas of the cock, this was only a sign of things to come as your body convulsed with another string of cum on its way…

A strong exhale proceeded that emission of semen as the second “missile” fired up and impacted against your powerful, wide chest, already glistening from the first shot. A few souls found themselves irreversibly mired in that sticky glob plastered across your chest, their fates similar to those still struggling down at the cock. Another shot, and another; and another. Five powerful streams of cum escaped the confines of the production factory that was your groin, its viscous power drowning every last survivor, save for two, who had managed to struggle their way free down your chest and towards your abdomen.

Another pleasured sigh escaped your maw as your eyes closed briefly to reflect in a pleasurable afterglow, which left your mind in a deep state of peace and ecstasy. The video soon ended, your mind still blissfully unaware of the chaos that had happened down at the battlefield that was your midsection. So many had met their unmatched end between your fist and cock, from your powerful, viscous pre, and of course, from your potent, musky, virile release. None of this ever passed through your mind as you rested in a peaceful state of mind for a few more minutes, light panting escaping your mouth as your body quickly recovered from the slight strain in hormones and resources it had experienced, quickly resetting itself for the ever-present possibility of round two that you have, on more than one occasion, indulged in, thanks to your powerful stamina.

But alas, you had much to do this evening; things to accomplish, chores to complete. There was plenty on your plate. It was time to move on. Your eyes opened once more and briefly scanned downwards towards your chest and groin, smirking a bit at the mess you had made. Your gaze briefly passed over a pair of tiny, bug-like specks who desperately waved up to you, hoping and praying you would finally realize their presence in your domain. Yet soon those hopes were dashed as your eyes passed right over those tiny specks, not even noticing their frantic movements in the slightest as you briefly observed your handiwork.

Another few moments before a casual sigh escaped your lips. A powerful series of movements stretched your abdomen as the tiny specks desperately clung to a few stray hairs which you had missed trimming earlier. The purpose of those massive movements became all too obvious as you leaned back into your chair, a massive, white cloth now being held within your hand. Your intentions were as clear as day now. With an uncaring gaze, you once more brought your hand downwards towards your groin. This time, however, pleasure was not on your mind. This time, you were wanting to get things over with; you were wanting to clean up and move onto much more important objectives in your life; much more important than the tiny bugs now desperately fleeing your hand as it slammed into your upper chest and began to sweep downwards.

The last two survivors of your sexual massacre ran as fast as their legs could carry them; desperate to reach your navel… something that could provide safety and refuge from your disinterested movements that barreled down towards them. The scraping sound of fiber against skin only grew in amplitude as your hand swiped ever closer to the tiny mites desperately tumbling down your chest. Suddenly, however, the rumble of your progression ceased momentarily, causing both individuals to trip over their feet and land painfully against your powerful chest muscles. They picked themselves up and looked skywards, just noticing that massive sheet of tissue as it was crumpled effortlessly within your fist before being lowered down and away from sight.

You casually tossed that ball of used paper into the desk-side waste bin before once more leaning up to your desk, causing both micros to tumble off course. Unfortunately for them, they quickly became ensnared in another, almost microscopic, bead of your sticky cum, finding themselves immobilized instantly and unable to defend themselves as another city-block-sized tissue slammed into your chest only inches away. That massive fabric was casually swiped across the chest, picked up, and swiped some more. Folded, and then used even more as you cleaned up your mess with casual and commanding indifference to any microorganism that may have gotten in your way.

It was one final pass that managed to pick up those tiny voyeurs from their sticky trap, one last pass of the edge of that tissue instantly absorbed the liquid, and two bugs, into its fibers, locking them away in a powerful network of wet filaments. Picking up that sticky paper, you bring it down to your cock and roughly press it against your sensitive skin, inhaling a bit as the arousing sensations tempt you to continue. You briefly considered it, but reasoned to possibly take that offer later this evening. Another set of swipes and your cock was sticky-free once more.

Satisfied with your work, you repeat your authoritative motions as you had with the previous tissue, balling up the stained fabric in your hand and nearly crushing two unfortunate passengers within before lowering your hand back down and depositing the abused rag in the garbage can, your mind instantly forgetting about the used fabric.

Rising to your feet, your still half-erect naughty bits elicit gasps across the room, many knowing deep down that few, if any that were trapped there, managed to make it. All those floor-bound scrambled fearfully out of the way as your powerful steps rocked their world once more, deep impacts sending hundreds by each of your feet flying with each footstep. More red dye stained your carpets indistinguishably with nearly each step as the micros that fell under your tread found it impossible to escape the all-encompassing shadow of your foot.

You made your way to your drawer and quickly picked out a pair of briefs, slipping it on quickly to humble yourself slightly before making your way over to that growing pile of clothes which many foolishly decided to use as refuge from your stomping feet. Though it did offer temporary sanctuary from your movements, it would soon prove a very unwise place to have sought shelter within. Your powerful arms extended downwards, the same look of indifference present across your visage as you took those filthy, over-used clothes in your arms and made your way over to the door, slipping out and making your way to the utility room.

It was far from just your room that had contained these poor, unfortunate, sentient bugs. All down your hallway, with each step, your powerful, bare feet pounded crowds of hundreds into the hardwood flooring with no regard for any sanctity of life. Screams were again unheard by your ears as you hummed a catchy tune to yourself that you had heard at school that day.

Soon enough, you entered the utility room. Quickly making your way over to the washing machine, the *creek* of the lid preceded a weightless sensation felt by the thousands you had carried with you between your arms. Unacknowledged screams echoed through the metallic chamber as you stared down momentarily at the strewn and random clothing, primed and ready to be washed. For the moment, however, you simply walked away, the deep thump of your feet dissipating until the micros were left alone to try and accept their soon to be fate…

Inside your room, an ever-dwindling population of fear and tear laden mants once more scrambled into motion as failed dodging resulted in ever rising casualty rates under your invulnerable feet. You quickly walked over to the bedside, seeing another pile of clothing. This pile had the same infestation of micros, if not more, and being that they had been out of sight from the other pile, didn’t know just what was to befall them as you leaned down and repeated the process you had done only a few moments ago.

Back in the wash room, thousands began to panic as the thumps of your steps returned, sending sorrowful cries echoing around the wash chamber. Your brief appearance over that portal high above sent the cries of terror peaking before another shadow hovered over the insignificant eyes below. Casually dropping those clothes in, you never contemplate the hundreds of lives you were literally burying under the mountains that you called clothes. Micros found themselves tumbling freely and even crunching painfully as you moved around the piles of garments to a more uniform stack. Turning around, you quickly grabbed a box, sprinkling some detergent in, the massive crystals of cleaner the size of boulders to the mites; some of which instantly splattered micros from their impacts.

With another uncaring gaze downwards, you reach a hand past the wash basin, eliciting a climax in the desperate pleas below; the ultimately unheard pleas below. The pop and turning of the timing dial was like nails against a chalkboard to the micros in the danger zone just before you. A quarter turn of your wrist and a quick depression of the dial was all it took for the washing machine to drone into motion. A deafening buzz signaled the beginning of the end for the micros as a mechanical whirr from the system’s internal pumping system set into motion. A rushing sound from the back wall of the basin preceded a deluge of piping hot water from a scolding waterfall; the cries of those hopeless beings turning to painful squeals. Unable to hear these painful screams, you casually close the lid, sending the doomed sentients into the complete darkness of the machine’s bowels as it slowly flooded with burning-hot fluids.

Walking back into your room, you make your way over to the desk once more, closing a few windows on your desktop before slipping the chair back and reaching for the under desk waste bin. A pair of winded, broken, and crying micros within desperately struggled against the still-sticky papers as they tried desperately to escape your violating fluids that tacked them down overwhelmingly. The jolt from your movements only increased their pitiful struggle as they quickly realized just what you were most likely doing.

Taking the trash receptacle in hand, you take a quick look on your desk. You notice some lose papers and refuse, as well as a thin layer of dust which, had you looked closer, you would have realized was in fact a whole colony of microscopic life; all of which were desperately yelling, arena-style, for you to notice them. A slight sneer of disgust crossed your lips as your hand reached behind the mess, sliding the larger objects and scrap paper you had designated as garbage towards the edge of the desk. Hundreds of thousands of micros desperately ran from those tumbling and sliding objects; right towards where you intended them to go.

Hundreds failed to keep up with the flow of garbage and instantly fell under the tonnage that even your debris weighed to them. The flow of micros desperately halted at the edge, thousands falling over from the pressure of the crowd. Like lemmings off a cliff, so many found themselves tumbling down towards the black-lined bin below. Some survived as they landed onto your recently used tissues, while others were not so lucky, and found themselves impacting with other, far less yielding objects within, instantly splattering against them painfully.

Far above, you casually swiped the garbage into its rightful place before noticing still present dust that had managed to escape your efforts; but not for long. Reaching over the desk, you quickly take a tissue in hand and swipe your entire desk surface free of “dust,” the absorbent paper obscuring your massacre, instantly absorbing the remains of splattered microbes while also picking up thousands of live bugs in its grasping fibers.

With a casual toss of the used tissue, you feel satisfied with your desk’s cleanliness and place the trash bin onto your chair, pulling on the tabs at the top of the bag and lifting. With little effort, your powerful arms pull that bag upwards, the sight from above instantly obscured into darkness for those thousands trapped inside, as the tabs close the top. Tying a tight knot, you press the air from the bag, instantly obliterating hundreds inside with a single, crushing motion. Placing the bin back with another bag in place, you stand once more, sack’o’micros in hand, and make your way to the door, then to the backyard to the waste containers. With a completely disinterested toss, you condemn thousands to a smelly, and torturous fate come two days from now; if any were to survive the growing piles of your household refuse, that is.

Back inside, you make your way to the kitchen briefly, walking to the fridge and pulling out a tall container of fruit juice; your favorite blend. Taking a glass, you notice a slight film at the bottom, but think nothing of it as you unscrew the lid from the container and bringing it over the glass. Thousands of voices scream in unison as the wide, lake-sized opening hovers over the cup before you tilt it, sending a waterfall of icy cold liquid slamming into the bottom; instantly obliterating 80% of the tiny, dust-sized persons on impact.

Hundreds of survivors still remain, however, and are almost instantly sent into hypothermia, and then panic when a hot, pink, and gaping mouth contacts the edge of the glass. A deep exhale of your stale, decay-scented breath instantly humiliates all within that cup as you tilt your glass upwards, sending hundreds flowing inside your sticky, cavernous mouth. A brief reprieve, as you taste the tart liquid, lasted only a few moments before you quickly guzzle the juice down, sending hundreds at a time into your all-encompassing throat. Pressure from your throat muscles instantly pop tens of people like grapes on the way down, the rest forced to endure an acidic ending in your scolding-hot furnace of a belly.

After you satisfy your case of dry mouth remaining from your earlier escapades, you stomp back towards your room, compressing hundreds under your steps with heartless irrelevance. Taking a pause at the closet, you ponder your last chore of the day before your night of rest. You could delay it for another day; wait for a more-free afternoon to take care of things. You shook your head, knowing yourself all too well; knowing how sparse your motivation could become…

Stepping back into the room, a deep impact slams into the floor as all eyes stare at you; screams of horror beginning to fill the air as you unwind the cord and slip the socket into an outlet. Taking a red handle into your hand, your toe hovers over a large pedal with the words “On|Off” stenciled onto it. With a quick depression of that lever, a ear-splitting rumbling roars into the room; the roar of a vacuum cleaner.

Millions of desperate lives scramble to areas of safety, the thought never really occurring to these micros, until this moment, of just where that would be. Few individuals that were close to your bed or dresser managed to slip under, thankful to be spared from the upcoming Armageddon. That number, however, was far outweighed by those that had no access to shelter; the millions that had to face your cleanliness obsession full force.

Your commanding arm sent the wheeled contraption careening across the carpet sporadically in different directions as you methodically and completely cleaned your rug of residual dirt, dust, and mites from days of accumulation. The rumble of the vacuum far outweighed the desperate cries far below your attention. As your cognizance bored from the monotony of the task, your eyes wandered from the floor to the walls and furniture of your room, casually thinking of what you could do to improve it over the next few months; your imagination running wild with possibilities.

You mind, however, never wandered to the pandemonium happening just inches before of you. Of the thousands of lives you ended as the bristles of your vacuum slammed into and instantly obliterated their tiny, pathetic bodies. You never bothered to think of the ever-increasing depository of micros growing in the disposable bag contained deep within the beast you controlled with powerful arm movements. Your thoughts never imagined the fear, agony, torture, hatred, suffering, and death these millions of bugs that had invaded your household had gone through over just the course of the two hours you had been home.

You would continue to be blissfully ignorant of the misery your very movements caused as, after 20 minutes of cleaning, you finally shut off the death machine in your grasp. Patting your hands together from a job well done, you leaned down and opened the front of the cleaner, slipping out the bag from inside with a simple press of a lever. Slipping a new bag on, you replaced the vacuum into its home before taking the full container out the door. The disoriented groans and cries from inside the bag in your hands were again lost to you as you tossed the bag into the garbage along with the day’s earlier deposit.

“Welp… that was a productive day! I think I’ll take myself up on that second round!” You said to yourself seductively, quickly making your way back into your home, your abode, your domain. And after washing your hands free of the evidence of your destructive powers, you made your way back into your room, pulled up your favorite website again, and slipped your already hard cock free of your slightly sticky briefs once more. Taking that powerful tool of destruction in your hands, you pump away once more. Only this time, far, far fewer eyes stared up at you; far fewer tiny invaders invaded your privacy with their gaze; far fewer of those bugs dare challenge the mighty reign you held on your realm ever again…

A Straight Up Mistake

Danny was more than happy with his living situation, being a confident, popular gay male living with 3 hot, straight males - Matt, Robin and Tom. This meant that his place was the choice hangout for his best friends Josh and Alex, who he met at an event for the LGBT society at uni. The three of them knew each other inside out, from favourite foods and music, to what made them tick sexually, they just didn’t have boundaries or awkwardness clouding any topic. On this particular slow Sunday afternoon, the three buddies had just congregated in the open plan kitchen/living-room. Shortly after, Matt emerged from the shower clad in just a towel and all three of the guys smirked to themselves. He didn’t have Robin’s height or Tom’s muscles, but he was the most attractive of them all with his cheeky smile and moderately hairy slight dad-bod. The water droplets from his shower clung to the hairs on his torso, and between that, his smile, his hairy legs, and his bare feet, the guys couldn’t decide where to fixate their not so subtle gaze.
“Oh hey guys, you alright?” Matt grinned sheepishly upon noticing the undivided attention being afforded to him, before ascending the stairs smirking to himself, he liked the attention. It didn’t go unnoticed by Danny and Josh that Alex hadn’t shifted his gaze from the two bare feet, hoping to glimpse the soft soles as they walked.
“Man, you’re too predictable!” Josh laughed, “Much places to look than his feet.”
“Not for me! Robin’s are better though, when’s his shower scheduled?” Alex fired back.
“Minus 3 hours, he’s been at the library since this morning I’m afraid,” Danny laughed, “Oh yeah, want a beer guys? Tom has a few left and he more than owes me that after stealing my food all the time.”
“Sure, thanks man,” Josh replied, and Alex nodded in agreement. On this lazy Sunday, beer and TV sounded like a plan. Danny cracked open the bottles and handed them out, unaware Tom was about to pull a huge prank to safeguard anyone taking his beers again - Robin and his stoner friends had done that one too many times.
“What on earth does Tom drink, this is rank…” Alex complained, wincing after taking a gulp.
“You lick feet on the regular, your tongue can’t be that sensitive - it’s fine!” Josh teased.
“No worse than eating ass…” Alex mumbled.
Before any retort or joke could be pinged back, what was really inside the bottle hit them and they all blacked out.


An unfathomably loud noise permeated the consciousness of all three guys, as they were shaken back into reality. In said reality, it was just the front door being opened and closed.
“What… w-what the… Fuck, Alex was right, that stuff was not ok!” Danny mumbled, picking himself up off the cold, hard floor. Whether it was drugged, spiked, he didn’t know, but something was wrong for it to have done this. He wondered if the others were near, but upon looking around he realised something altogether more concerning - his surroundings were gigantic. “What. The. Fuck. I Shrunk?! Oh god, oh fucking god….” he panicked, breathing rapidly. He couldn’t have been more than a centimeter tall. He guessed Alex and Josh must be tiny too, somewhere on the floor just like him. He had to find them before… BOOM. BOOM. It was too late. The noise that woke him was one of his housemates…


“Hey Danny! Over here!” Alex screamed from the right of Danny, “What the hell happened? We’re like ants!”
“Oh thank god you guys are ok,! Well, maybe not for long…” Josh chimed in from in front of Danny, gulping as he pointed to the source of the booms. Danny and Alex turned around to see the most colossal being they had ever seen, who had stopped to check his phone. The huge booms that shook their whole world were simply footsteps. To this monolith, it was nothing, he lifted one huge foot in front of the other to carry him forward thousands of times a day. He was too huge to be identified by his face, that was seemingly miles up in the sky. What was very clearly visible in all their detail was the pair of worn black Converse that did the impossible job of anchoring this titan. The once white rubber that joined the sole to the body of the shoe was off-white, dirty with all the walking the giant had done over the course of owning them. The laces were grubby and frayed, and Alex couldn’t help but imagine how amazing they must smell. Even the two without a fixation on the feet inside of them knew that these size 15 shoes belonged to Robin. “I always knew his feet were huge but good lord….” Alex was transfixed, lost for words.
“I promise I’ll get you as many of the socks from his laundry basket as you can sniff if you just get yourself together, now is not the time for wank fantasies,” Dany snapped, ever the logical and sensible friend. “Unless you want to be under his sole… Actually don’t answer that.”
Josh, an adventurous risk taker, was kind of loving the thrill of the adventure they might be able to have at this size, but being squished into the treads of this giant wasn’t on his agenda. He did wonder how huge Tom’s perfect bubble butt would be at this size, he couldn’t lie, but he knew like Danny that head had to come over heart, or the contents of your pants, in this case. “Yeah seriously dude, this isn’t one of your Pornhub videos where Robin calls you a fag and lets you lick his feet, it’s Honey I Shrunk The Gays and I don’t see a dog to rescue us.”
Alex was barely listening as Robin began to walk again, slamming his foot down just behind the three tiny specks he’d intruded on.


The impact threw them all off balance, landing on their backsides. He shouted asking if anyone was in, but with Tom still sleeping and Matt shut in his room with earphones in, as well as Danny and his guests stranded on the floor, too tiny to communicate with him, he got no reply, and he sighed as he spotted the barely touched beers on the table. “Nobody ever cleans up in this house…” he groaned, walking towards the table to clean them up. The action was simple to him, but down on the floor, this caused two of his speck sized friends to frantically run for their lives, leaving another totally mesmerised by his size, more specifically the size of his foot. Said foot was just a step away now, and the huge, wide, light brown sole cast a shadow over Alex as it lifted. “Alex!! Seriously man, move now!!” Danny screamed, looking up to see the Converse sole a small distance away. He was out of its impact zone, with Josh next to him, but it was astounding how mesmerising such a mundane thing could be at this size. The dirty sole was littered with indistinguishable crushed things, such as dirt, mud, even the remains of an ant, that would have been a monster to the now tiny friends. All these things were useless and unnoticed by anyone under any normal circumstance. The most notable thing on the sole however was a sizable piece of chewing gum that Robin had clearly stepped on absentmindedly. The patch covered by it was several times bigger than all three of the guys put together, and Robin hadn’t even noticed that, let alone the fact he was going to crush an actual human into his treads like a mere household pest. Alex finally let his brain overtake his raging boner, and he turned to run, but it was it was too late. The size 15 appendange crashed down with a thud as Robin leant over and grabbed the bottles, the light brown sole engulfing Alex entirely.


“F-fuck… He just killed Alex! We have to fucking run man, under the sofa, anywhere is better than out in the open like this, come on!!” Josh said, sobs beginning to wrack his body as he processed the fact his friend had just been snuffed out by the thing he loved best. The colossal foot lifted, and both friends looked on in sheer desperate hope, but as the sole ceased making contact with the floor space previously occupied by a mant who just loved feet a little too much, nothing was there bar a couple of specks of dirt that rained down from the treads. Danny was usually the clam, rational one who kept it together in a crisis for the good of everyone, but he couldn’t find the words to represent how this felt, and he didn’t have the cognizance to process such horror unfolding before his eyes and say something encouraging or inspiring. His usually laid-back friend, ironically oftentimes referred to as a gentle giant, had just decimated an actual human with the very same big feet that Danny had often joked about. Being so close to it anyway, both Danny and Alex dover under the sofa out of sheer animal instinct to survive, they didn’t want to join Alex under Robin’s sole and there seemed to be no immediate danger under there. Danny closed his eyes tight and shook his head, mentally telling him to get it together. Him and Josh had to survive this. “We have to get help, if Robin can see us he’ll take us somewhere, keep us safe, and get us back to normal, somehow! But he can’t see us under his big clumsy feet,so listen. You get up on the sofa arm, and I’ll climb the table. Between us, someone has gotta see us. I know it’s terrifying and we just lost our friend, but we can’t lose our lives too, ok?” Danny said firmly.
“O-ok, I just…” Josh said, still sobbing and shellshocked, but nodding in agreement. When Robin had moved away, Danny darted out from under the sofa towards the table, and Josh pulled himself together to do the same with the sofa.


Meanwhile, Robin strode over to the sink, pouring all 3 beers down the drain out of sheer annoyance that everyone was too lazy to tidy up a bit. Nobody could enjoy those beers now… As he did so, he had absolutely no idea that a barely visible, shaken but very much alive passenger was stowed away under his left foot. Alex wasn’t sure what the sum of adrenaline, horniess, and pain manifested as via his emotions, but he knew for sure that he had never been quite so grateful for a piece of gum. Something that someone had chewed up, spat out and had been stepped on by Robin, otherwise a inanimate nuisance, was a bizarre blessing that saved him from being squished under the very same foot he overwhelmingly ached to feel, taste and smell more than anything. And perhaps, with being in such close proximity to it, with only a thick rubber wall and a single sock separating Alex and his dream, and there being a distinct lack of the presence of Danny to chide him for acting using his dick not his brain, that could now be a reality...

With a small grin, Robin chuckled slightly, satisfied with his act of pettiness and micro aggression towards his housemates. Strolling over the recycling bin, his feet thudded against the hard floor rhythmically, and he dropped the empty bottles inside with an audible clink. While the house was quiet, Robin figured he’d go catch up on some work, or more likely procrastinate on his computer. He walked back across the room to get upstairs, not noticing that he spared his minuscule friends from a horrible fate yet again, as his foot lifted, flew above them like a distant aircraft, and slammed down at a clear distance from them. As the tallest and therefore biggest guy, Robin had jokingly demanded the biggest room, and nobody had cared enough to argue.

Nobody knew the size Robin loved to joke about than the tiny passenger who was forced into a gut wrenching ride on the Converse Express. This ride didn’t make convenient stops, and it didn’t have safety features or mod cons. It was more like a twisted horror of a roller coaster, which could throw the rider off at any minute, or throw them to be crushed to death following the slightest wrong movement.

In his awestruck shell shock, pain and holiness, Alex’s mind was a whirl of thoughts, all his senses felt overloaded and he had no idea how to even process the situation, let alone deal with it. His body ached with pain as the foot stepped down again and again, and he could feel the sticky gum immobilising him and keeping him safe. But he could also smell the rubber sole of the shoe, and couldn’t help but imagine the actual foot inside and the smells, tastes, sights and feel it would have, and he couldn’t help but be tempted by primal instincts. It would be like licking a cliff, but with three mountainous sized guys in this house, it was likely that someone would end him, it might as well have been this 6ft 6 dream with size 15 feet that was perfectly long and wide with slender toes… Caught up in his daydream, Alex almost didn’t realise that the rollercoaster ride had halted, as Robin reached his room.

Robin kicked off his shoes, freeing his white sock clad feet and sighing contentedly. Luckily for shoe, the colossal Converse landed on its side, allowing him to wriggle free of the gum finally and he landed with a small thud on the floor. The fall may have hurt a bit, if Alex’s body still didn’t ache from being compacted under the weight of the mountainous lad who carried him upstairs. Alex was unsure if the smooth floor and absent of a jungle of carpet fibres was a good or bad thing. On the plus side, he would be easier to notice so therefore he might be rescued sooner, but if Robin didn’t look close enough then he’d be mistaken for an ant for the size 15 currently planted a few feet away from him to end. That was a chance Alex had to take if he wanted to get close to the perfect appendages, or indeed be rescued from the seemingly hopeless plight he found himself in. Suddenly, the humongous foot lifted,and slammed back on the floor, and the right foot did the same. With a thump that would have been inaudible to normal ears, white fabric mounds landed just behind Alex, narrowly missing burying him in a mass of manly foot musk.

Robin had shed his socks, and Alex would have killed for just a sniff of them before but whilst he could live in them at this size, breathe the manly smell as air, the genuine article was mere steps behind him (in normal terms, at least). As if on cue, said article took a step forward that echoed with a deafening boom, throwing Alex onto his ass with its force. That sound was all too familiar to Alex, he’d heard it before he was swallowed up by a brown sole and taken for a ride. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to crushed again, and this time there was cushion of a piece of gum… THOOM. Before he could even think about moving, the foot stomped down right next to him, missing flattening him by mere inches.

THOOM. Its partner joined it, so that Alex was in between the two mammoth appendages. He craned his neck upwards, taking in the breathtaking view that towered above him. Two lightly hairy legs, like the tallest trees on earth, were anchored by the two huge feet, exposed by the shorts that Robin was wearing. The trunk-like structures led Alex’s eyes to Robin’s slim torso, clothed in a white t-shirt that Alex couldn’t see any details of. It was impossible to see even close to the god’s face, giving him a sense of anonymity that overtook the familiarity of a normally friendly and easy going guy. At this size, Robin felt like an otherworldly being, ambling along living a totally different existence in a totally different world, a world where something as small as Alex didn’t even exist. The left foot lifted again as Alex snapped out of another daydream - he had to stop doing that! It slammed down a distance away, and the right one did the same. Alex was now behind a towering heel, perfectly smooth, just out of touching distance. He was in awe as he watched Robin stride over a small distance to his desk.

The mountainous being sat in a chair, making himself comfortable as he booted up his computer. Alex now felt it was a bit safer to get close to the giant, and perhaps figure out what to do about getting his attention and some help. As he traversed the floor, Alex could see the position of Robin’s feet practically inviting him to go forth. The left foot was firmly planted on the floor, while the right was wrapped around his leg, exposing the flawless, unblemished sole. It was wide and long, with long slender toes. Before even approaching the foot, Alex could see it glistened with a little sweat but was fairly clean and inviting, a contrast to the dirty and destructive soles of Robin’s shoe that had snatched him and taken him upstairs. Alex finally approached the left foot, which anchored the massive being and gave an easy way to climb if Alex chose to do that. Even Robin’s toenails were perfect, kept nicely trimmed. His feet wouldn’t have smelled that bad at normal size, but from an ant’s perspective there was a slight manly smell, just the right amount. Alex tentatively reached out, his hands shaking. The skin felt comfortingly warm on his fingertips, with the warmth of life. His gaze darted up in case this had irritated the god above, but Robin didn’t even stir. Alex couldn’t stop himself from licking the salty, sweaty surface, tasting heaven as he did. He felt like he was violating someone who had been nothing but nice to him, so shook off his raging horn and took a deep breath. Coming to his senses, he knew he had to get Robin’s attention, which was something that would not happen if he stayed at his feet like a speck of dust. Reaching out again, Alex grabbed the flesh in his left hand, then his right, pulling himself up gradually with the goal of climbing to the top of the foot, a surely arduous task.

Robin was too pre-occupied with checking his social media to feel Alex carefully climbing the side of foot to avoid being just a bug on the floor. Robin periodically moved his feet slightly; his tendency to fidget was currently rather inconvenient for his passenger. It took all of Alex’s core strength to withstand what was to him an action that shook the whole world, no matter how trivial it was for the actor. Against all odds, Alex managed to pull himself up to the top of the appendage, which possessed a light covering of hair. At Alex’s puny size, these resembled ropes, serving to remind Alex just how ridiculously minuscule he had become. But the good thing about this was that these gave him something to cling onto and give him a better chance at staying up and progressing further up the mountain, as opposed to tumbling back down to be flattened. Alex really needed a break, as if he’d just reached a camp a small way up Mt. Everest, so he grabbed a hair near to him and anchor himself and catch his breath, just for a short while.

Robin hadn’t felt the tiny presence on his foot until then, or if he did it was a negligible feeling, but this pull was just a tad too far. It wasn’t painful, just enough of a slight irritation that the opposite foot shifted to scratch a minuscule itch. Alex looked in awe as the monolithic appendage lifted just slightly and slid over, casting a shadow over Alex’s precarious perch. The shadow got more pronounced, and Alex was thrown into darkness as he sole collided with the top of Robin’s foot, and the tremendous toes curled to scratch, snatching Alex away. Alex tried to hold onto the hair, but the force from the unfathomably colossal foot was far too great. Luckily for Alex, as lucky as one could be being the size of an ant, rather than being instantly squished, he was lodged between Robin’s beautiful big toe and equally delicious second toe. For someone with a foot fetish, this was far from the worst place to be trapped, and Alex’s mind began to wonder again as the humidity overtook his body, the smell filled his nostrils and the taste violated his mouth. But remembering he was ant sized, a mere speck, Alex had to remember that this was possibly close to the worst place to be. Alex had never felt so conflicted as the foot slammed back down into position. He was so close to something he desired so deeply, lodged into a nook that emanated the manly smell and warm feeling that encapsulated why he loved feet so much. But his head knew this was incredibly dangerous, and he wasn’t looking to be ended like a bug, something this foot could do very very easily with minimal effort and zero awareness. Alex guessed he was safe for however long the period was until Robin’s moved significantly again, so he didn’t dare to move, he just clung with every ounce in his tiny body, hoping he wasn’t holding on too hard and alerting Robin to a bug to squish.

Seemingly miles above, Robin checked his Facebook notifications nonchalantly, slightly shifting his feet from time to time. Alex could only continue to cling for dear life between the walls that enclosed him, getting warmer and gradually being more overpowered by the manly smell that permeated the air. It was simultaneously warm and comfortable whilst feeling suffocating and claustrophobic, an odd combination of feelings, one that Alex wasn’t quite sure how to act on. Robin had no idea that anything more than a speck of dirt between his toes, whatever bug had caused the itch, he assumed it was squished when he itched the irritant away. Robin lifted his foot to shift it again, this time wriggling his toes slightly, dislodging Alex, who felt himself slipping and then joined the bits of dust and dirt raining down. Alex gulped in breaths of fresh air as the foot that had trapped him slammed down just next to him, to the left of where it had been.

Both feet were to the same side of Alex, leaving a vast plain of the bedroom floor to explore, potentially run away on… Alex could barely think, dumbfounded that he had survived! It was an arousing experience from the perspective of a fetishist, to have tasted, smelled and felt a size 15 foot up that close, but Alex mentally had to steel himself, snapping out of the awestruck stupor. However attractive the mountainous man above him was, he was in deep shit if he stayed on the floor any longer and the foot moved again, just slightly in the wrong direction. Alex scanned his surroundings, hoping and praying for something that would somehow help him get up to a better and safer vantage point, get help and get back to normal. If only Robin had trousers on, instead of shorts, the climb up a bit of fabric might be relatively easy… The closest option Alex could see was the legs of the chair, and whilst Alex was fairly athletic this was never going to work unless the miraculous shrinking power that left him ant sized also miraculously gave him Spider Man powers. Then it clicked, a couple of feet away (at normal size at least) was probably Alex’s only option that could even remotely work....

A long, thin wire was trailing down from Robin’s desk to a power outlet on the wall, presumably a power cable for his computer. It touched the floor at a point, practically inviting Alex to grab on and try to make the arduous climb up to the desk. Feeling hopeless, Alex sighed and took a deep breath as he prepared to be a nano Nathan Drake, but before he could move, an almighty crash brought down a colossal object that blocked his path, accompanied with a boom of thunder. Rather than a fleshy wall of skin like before, this was a manmade, black object, one Robin must have dropped, hence his thundering exclamation Alex couldn’t quite make up. This could work in his favour! A shadow fell over Alex as the giant knelt down to grab the object. Finally, Alex could get a look at the giant’s handsome face, the colossus was no longer just a nameless pair of feet, an otherwordly being. He was a human, a recognisable one! Alex scanned the face up and down, relishing the familiarity of the deep brown eyes, button nose, plump pink lips and smooth skin, lightly covered in a few freckles. Robin’s eyes were on the floor, and Alex took the chance. He jumped up and down, waving his hands “Robin, down here man!”, as futile as it seemed, acting like a pastiche from a shrinking movie. Alex’s heart skipped a beat as the eyes shifted just slightly, locking onto his exact position. “Yes! Can you hear me?” Alex beamed, thinking he’d done the impossible. The shadow moved, however, as the giant began standing up with a thunderous exclamation, without an action to rescue Alex. Alex couldn’t make out what the giant said, other than one bone chilling word - “bug”. Alex knew in that moment that he was done for, he was mistaken for just another pest for Robin to stomp. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck no. Please!” Alex sobbed, as he turned to run. It was too late, the perfect foot he had always longed for (and had briefly enjoyed) lifted, wriggled its toes and the colossus was no longer a familiar human as the shadow blocked out any facial features and normally friendly markers of familiarity. A single toe was heading for him, and Alex could barely think before it slammed down, obliterating him. All the impact left behind was a barely stain on Alex's favourite part of the male body.

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“Damn it!” Robin said, having dropped his phone on the floor. He breathed a sigh of relief noticing it had fallen on its back, protected by a cover. Bending down to pick it up, he grabbed it and noticed a barely visible speck moving just next to it. Robin leaned in a little closer to see what it was, but it was so small he couldn’t tell, just that it almost seemed to be getting attention, and if he didn’t know better he could’ve sworn he heard it squeaking for attention. Nah, surely not… “That is one weird looking bug…” he sighed, standing up fully. Weird or not, a bug was a bug, and Robin always did the same. His foot lifted up, in a manner that was probably a little more dramatic than what was called for and Robin brought his big toe down and ground the unidentified speck into the floor. He didn’t like bugs, but he always said that they were so small for one reason, so they were easy to get rid of. He made a mental note to tell the guys they might have ants, not knowing that two more similar ants would have a harder time surviving if he did.

Born Loser

Coming out of the hospital was supposed to be a fresh start. I’d signed a non-suicide contract, promised I’d come in for therapy and for groups multiple times a week, and agreed that I’d use this time to rebuild the life that I’d lost to the dark days that led to the overdose that nearly killed me.

Among other early steps, they suggested I get a dating app, Tinder, to prove to myself that I wasn’t as unattractive as I thought myself to be. Though I didn’t quite believe in their rationale, I promised them I’d try it. Dutifully, I scrolled through the profiles of successful dudes who were more attractive than I could ever fathom. When I wasn’t paralyzed with the certainty that every one of these guys was better than me in every single way, I simply swiped right, liking each and every single one of them.

As the sheer odds would have it, I ended up with a few matches—all-round nice guys who ignored my attempts to get in contact with them. None of this surprised me. After all, I was a virgin who could not keep myself in college, let alone get out of bed in the mornings, and who had, as far as I could tell, absolutely nothing to offer.

It was difficult for me to follow through with my therapist’s advice. Feeling like I was watching the happy lives of others through a television screen, I set my phone down beside me and let myself fall backwards onto my bed. Who cared if I said I’d go on a run soon? Who cared if I said I’d look for jobs on the internet? I’d probably end up in the hospital again before long, just as__

My phone vibrated. And then once again. And then once again. I reached for it curiously, turning on the screen and noticing that someone had messaged me on Tinder. I gasped when I opened the app and saw who was messaging me. Derek, 23. Possibly one of the most handsome guys I’d seen on the app, with a winner smile, enviable build, flawless complexion, and the deepest of eyes from which one felt one could never emerge once one gazed into them.

Hey! – his messages read – How are you doing?

And so, long story short, I stood at the front door of his apartment building, leaning forward to push it open as the buzz finally came.

“Hey!” he said with a broad smile on his face as he opened the door and looked down at me. While I stood a meagre 5’3”, he towered over me at at least 6 feet. Much to my surprise, the t-shirt and shorts-clad Adonis who was effortlessly tall in just his socks was not at all disappointed at my skinny, unremarkable physique. My heartrate began to accelerate as the prospect of me taking my shoes dawned on me—I’d stuffed the heels with socks to make myself appear taller and still, even in my rather high-heeled shoes and my sock padding, I did not reach this guy’s chin in height.

“Hey,” I said hesitantly, gripping my right elbow with my left hand. “Derek, right?”

“Yeah!” he said, nodding in a very aesthetically pleasing way. “Louis?”

“Yeah, that’d be me,” I found myself mumbling.

“The shy type, I see,” he said cheerfully. “Just as I’d expected. Come on in!”

“Yeah, I’m not the most extroverted person,” I admitted, stepping through his doorway and into his house. I shut the door behind me.

“Gotta have some introverts in this world to balance all the extroverts out, I guess!” he said. “Louis, feel free to take your shoes off.”

“O… oh…” I stammered. “I thought I’d__”

”I’m too lazy to dust so I’d really appreciate it,” Derek said somewhat more firmly.

Left with no other choice, I desperately tried to hide the socks that I’d placed inside my shoes to add height as I took them off. Though I was pretty successful in hiding the socks, my drop in height was obvious, even to someone as tall as Derek.

“Wow, what were those shoes you were wearing?” he asked, chucking. “High heels?”

He bent over to pick them up. In the process, I noticed the muscles in his arms flexing as his large hands gripped my small shoes and made them looked like they belonged to a Lilliputian. He laughed when he noticed the socks I’d stuffed inside.

“Aww…” he said. “You wanted to look taller.”

“Sorry,” I mumbled. He turned his gorgeous head to me and locked his deep blue eyes with mine, hardly able to contain his laughter.

“It’s sort of cute,” he said. “Although I’ll admit, it’s kind of pathetic!”

His words hit my heart like a dart thrown out of nowhere.

“Follow me,” he said. “I was thinking we could hang out in my living room.”

His apartment was spacious and well-lit, with sunlight pouring through the windows and bathing the room in its brilliant glow. I followed him to the couch, where he sat down, patting on the cushion next to him to signal that I should sit down, too.

“But yeah,” he said as I made contact with the cushion. “It is kind of pathetic, don’t you think?”

He looked at me curiously—expectantly.

Any other person would be shocked by his words, perhaps offended. But I couldn’t agree with him more. It was like he was reading my mind.

“Of course I think it’s pathetic,” I admitted. My skin felt tight in humiliation, my fists clenched.

“You must not even be five feet tall,” he said, eyeing my unspectacular little body up and down. He stood up off the couch and pulled me up with him. I was surprised at the ease with which he was able to do so.

“Look at that!” he exclaimed. He then ripped his shirt off, revealing a beautifully sculpted chest—two round and firm pecs, giving way to defined abs, emanating as much heat as a radiator in the death of winter. “You’re not even as tall as my nipples.”

I looked up to see his two nipples towering above me.

“Stand on your tiptoes,” he said, almost as though issuing a command. I duly complied.

“Even on your tiptoes you aren’t even as tall as my chin!” he laughed. He then pushed me back onto the couch. He stood above me.

“Why did you swipe on me if you thought I was pathetic?” I asked, my lower lip trembling slightly.

“I swiped on you for that very reason! Because I thought you were pathetic,” he explained, looking down at me. “I like that you are pathetic.”

His words sank into my chest, so hurtfully, yet so… accurate. I felt as though my entire body were melting, as though I were sinking into the couch.

“So you agree,” he said, plopping down on the couch beside me. “You agree that you are pathetic.”

“I… I mean…”

I expected him to interrupt me, but his silence urged me to speak on.

“The kids at school when they shoved my head down the toilet… they told me every day. Eventually, I just stopped fighting and let them do it. I mean, what else am I supposed to do? They overpowered me every time. I was just so short and… no one really liked me.”

“No wonder…” Derek muttered, looking at my little form on the couch. I sat stiffly, twiddling my thumbs.

“What do you mean?” I asked desperately, looking into his deep blue eyes.

“No wonder no one really liked you…” he said. “Why would anyone want to like you? What would they get out of it? You’re just a classic victim.”

“I really am,” I agreed. “I remember when we had to ask the girls out to our Christmas dance in my freshman year in high school and no one wanted to go with me… I purposely asked the girl who everyone in my year thought was ugliest but… even she was going with someone.”

“You see,” Derek said. “These things are so much easier for everyone else, but for you…”

“For me, they’re impossible,” I said. “I always thought it was no wonder I turned gay… I mean no girl would ever like me…”

“But you see, Louis,” he said. “The thing is, would any guy like you either?”

I felt tears rush to my eyes.

“No…” I sighed. “Which is why I was so surprised when you messaged me… I was like, how could someone like him like someone like me?”

I began to sob in earnest now.

“I don’t,” Derek said. “I don’t like you. You’re very right about that. I swiped on you because I knew you’d be just another one of these guys.”

“What do you mean?” I asked breathlessly.

“Well,” he said. “Just another… another loser, I guess.”

He smiled as I sobbed on.

“But there are perks to being a loser,” he said. “And that is that you get to experience what it would be like, if only for a brief second, what it would be like to be with someone like me. Unlike you, I was popular in school. I was so popular, in fact, that I did not even waste my time bullying little losers like you. I noticed those losers every now and then but, truth be told, they weren’t relevant to me. I was the star swimmer of the school—got a full-ride scholarship to Princeton and was a star swimmer there, too. My GPA was stellar, I was on posters all over the campus. I graduated with honors and now I make a six figure salary in finance. And dude, I’m only 23!”

“And I’m a dropout,” I said between sobs, “who’s in and out of the hospital. I don’t think anyone at my college even knew I existed…”

“It’s almost like you don’t exist at all, isn’t it?” he said. “Except maybe to your therapists.”

Any other person would be infuriated at Derek, but how could I be when he was simply restating the things my mind told me every single minute of every single day? And how could I be mad at him, when simply staring at him filled me with the reassurance that everything was okay, and that I was safe with someone who finally understood me, rather than with the therapists who tried desperately to convince me that I was worth something and that my life was worth living. It was so much easier to sit with this gorgeous truth than to listen to their false positivity. Heck, even I could tell they knew they were lying to me.

“I’m assuming you’ve never been involved romantically with a guy before,” Derek continued, eyeing me closely. I shook my head.

“Of course I haven’t,” I said. “Look at me…”

“Oh yes,” he said. “Look at you.”

He then scooted closer to me along the couch and, rather gently for a man so large, pulled me into a warm hug. My chest exploded with a feeling that I had never felt before—one of being safe, of being loved. I could not recall the last time I had felt that way. My mother died at a young age and my father had raped me multiple times as a child. His touch made my hair stand on end and a feeling of pure panic surge through me but Derek—Derek was different.

Derek’s gentle touch was like that of the loving parent or sibling I never had, like that of the friends I would never be able to make, like that of the boyfriend I was never able to find. In one simple embrace, Derek was able to make himself mean the world to me while for him, I was just__

“You’re really just another loser to me, though,” he chuckled, “but look at you squirming in my arms like an excited little worm of a child whose been given treats for the first time in years.”

I ran my hands along his sculpted torso, the warm hills and crevices of his abs, the two rock-hard boulders that were his pecs. I felt Derek’s entire body grow around me, his thick arms growing ever thicker, his large abdomen widening. He laughed as my body dwindled, but I didn’t fight it. I’d learned not to fight these things. Eventually, he released me from his embrace, shoving me aside with hands which were now as long as I was, each finger as wide as one of my legs.

He pulled down his shorts and removed them from his body, kicking them aside. I stared at the entire length of his slightly hairy tree-trunk like legs.

“Now it’s your turn, little Louis,” he said. “You’ll be dealing with my socks.”

With that, he shoved me off the couch, and I plummeted to the soft carpeted floor below. His large feet were each longer than me, and sat propped at a 45-degree angle on the floor. I tugged at the grey fabric of his pungent white sock, but got stuck at his heel, which was anchored into the ground.

“What’s up little Lou?” he said, wiggling his toes. “Little loser?”

I pounded his heel, and he giggled, “Hey, that tickles! Just lift it off the ground, and you’ll be fine.”

I let go of his sock and ran to grip the underside of his foot in a desperate attempt to lift it—it wouldn’t budge. It was as though I were trying to lift an oblong boulder off the ground, except this one emanated heat and the smell of shoes.

“Can you not do anything right?” he said, shifting his foot suddenly and pinning me beneath it. I squirmed in panic fear, but soon fell limp. You know you’ve hit rock bottom when you can’t take a person’s fucking sock off.

His foot lifted off me and, far above me, Derek’s nimble fingers removed the sock in an instant, allowing it to drop onto me before he proceeded to the other foot.

The sock off, he returned his left foot to the ground and rested it on top of me.

“Give your hero a foot massage,” he said, and instantly, I was working the balls of his foot which was easily twice as wide as I was. As I squeezed into the warm flesh, sweat oozed out of the skin, covering my diminished clothes and soaking me in the smell of Derek’s foot sweat.

“Ugh, this is boring,” he said, releasing me from my foot prison with his right hand and lifting me up to his crotch area. The only clothes my mind-reading god was now wearing were his underwear, which covered a serpent that was clearly eager to escape.

“But…” I stammered.

“What?” he said, laughing at the sight of my diminished form standing on his sculpted abdomen.

“I thought you didn’t like me,” I said. I felt honored at his hard-on. It was as though, somewhere deep down, maybe he did like me, after all. Maybe I wasn’t a complete loser after__

“I don’t, loser,” he said. “I just get off on looking at your pathetic little body struggle against my alpha body. Heck, you’re not even a beta male. You’re a fucking gamma male. If not a delta.”

I fell to my knees as the words attacked my chest and became too much to bear. But as I did so, the very source of my self-hatred cushioned my fall, his warm skin welcoming me. He pulled down his underwear and, with that motion, his serpent bounced free, resting beside me.

Almost instinctively, I reached for the head, assuming fetal position as I suckled on the precum that oozed out of his slit.

“Look at you,” he chuckled, looking at my diminished form (drenched in foot sweat) in fetal position, holding onto his cock like it was the only source of comfort I had in the world. “If that isn’t the definition of pathetic, then I don’t know what is.”

And, to be completely honest, I didn’t either. I simply sucked on the thick, sticky, and salty liquid, filling my stomach with its warm and comforting consistency. But my comfort didn’t last long, for Derek was quick to pluck me off his member and position me in his right hand before grabbing his monster of a dick and pumping it both sensually and vigorously.

It was during this moment that I came to realize that I was not even as long as his dick. Was I getting smaller? I did not know, nor did I want to know, for that matter. I just wanted to be enveloped in his warmth—enjoying the heat of his dick and the pressure of his palm, in spite of the searing pain that was now filling my chest. Rather abruptly, his hand pushed me upwards along his member until my head was right over his slit. Almost simultaneously, his entire member began to vibrate, like a mighty earthquake before a long-awaited volcanic eruption. And then, before I could even process what was happening, my face was blasted with more thick, white, and potent liquid than I could ever imagine coming out of a dick. My form was flung backwards, landing amongst his pecs as squirt after squirt of the liquid followed, burying my form in gooey spunk.

I felt the quantity of cum grow as my body dwindled even more.

“Let me give you this one gift,” Derek said, picking me up by the back of my shirt and ripping my trousers off. Once he tore my underwear off as well, tossing the minute quantity of fabric aside, never to be found again, he lowered my body—now barely as long as half of his finger—into his mouth, sucking at my speck of a dick in his mouth. “You don’t deserve it, but it’s so pathetic how my tiniest actions seem to make you so happy, even though to me they just make you look pathetic.”

I came within seconds of entering his mouth. As my head and torso peered out of his mouth from between his lips, I noticed that my body was dwindling even further still, his cheekbones and nose growing ever further and his lips ever thicker.

Before long, he had sucked my entire speck of a body into his mouth.

“Ugh,” he mumbled—the sound of his voice filling the large cavern. “You taste vile. I thought you could at least make a tasty snack but you’re not even good enough for that.”

I was stuck to his tongue, which bounced to and fro in his mouth as he talked. Each of his teeth was about as large as me, and I trembled at the thought of being crushed between two of his molars. But still, my disappointment at not pleasing him, even as a snack, was profound. Before long, I found myself surrounded with saliva and, with the pressure of a catapult, hurtled out of his mouth in a ball of spit, soaring over his beautifully sculpted body, past his crotch, past his legs, and landing on the carpeted floor in an unceremonious splat.

Something about the way I’d flown had separated me from the bulk of his spit, for if I had remained within it, I surely would have drowned. I could hardly see anything around me, my entire world surrounded by the forest-like expanse of the carpet. Before me, towering like a ten-story apartment complex, I saw Derek’s big toe. Left with no other viable option, I hurried towards the only source of comfort I knew in this world, regardless of how humiliating the process might seem to an onlooker.

I pressed myself against the skin of the base of Derek’s monolithic toe, licking it in my mite-sized form. How he noticed me down there I will never know, but the loud vibrations of his voice were unmistakable in their meaning.

“Look at you down there,” he said, “a speck serving a god of a man.”

I licked and rubbed, desperately trying to soothe my feelings of nothingness and meaninglessness. But the more I did so, the more they intensified—it was a paradox I failed to understand. I wanted nothing more than to become one with this monolith—to die at his mercy.

“You really are a born loser,” he boomed.

Once again, he seemed to have read my mind. In a gigantic shift which threw me off my feet and flat onto my back, his big toe lifted high, high, high above my head, shifting slightly to the right, and then plummeting. I barely had the time to gasp before the impact—which flattened my already shattered ribs and led my body to explode like a balloon full of blood and organs. Although a dust mite onlooker might gasp at the resulting bath of blood, it’d be nearly invisible to an ant, and absolutely invisible and forgettable to a titan like Derek.

A New Way to Play


Antonio was usually fairer. Compared to other macros at least. The people of Kerner assumed he was just in a bad mood that day. Whatever the case, they couldn’t possibly have expected that evening’s turn of events.

“Hurry up already,” he grumbled. His voice boomed over the nano continent, though not with the same power that each pulse of his dick sent barrelling through the land. Hardly a single person managed to stay standing when those colossal throbs boomed across the world. It was no wonder why.

The pink, veiny beast rested over half the continent with another third of its length suspended in the air. At least two countries had been flattened when Antonio first let it flop out of his pants. Another three disappeared beneath his glans as it throbbed and grew further. “Get me off,” he’d said. Nothing more than that, but the people below knew perfectly well what he wanted.

So, it became a concerted effort throughout the continent’s remaining population. While their immense owner watched from above, the minuscule people scurried to carry out his will. He could never have felt one of them on their own, but together, they could make a pleasant tingle. More importantly, the fact that trillions of people were working to please him was the real draw.

But then again, they weren’t very good at it. Antonio’s grin of drunken elation rode brightly upon his face when the masses first began to climb his fat glans. He barely felt them at first, but the sensation of a million microscopic hands clinging to and rubbing his most sensitive spot was sure to get a response eventually. He released a deep, shuddering sigh that sent waves of relief flooding through Kerner.

Frankly, they knew they couldn’t do a thing if their owner was displeased, so they did their best. City officials ordered brisk lines of attentive citizens toward the continent-crushing cockhead in their midst. People flooded from every available angle, all of them eager to approach the pink beast. Their climbing skills, honed by months of similar requests, came in handy as they clung to his glans and began to climb.

But it wasn’t enough. As the minutes wore on, and planes full of skydivers raced over his dick, Antonio’s smile faded. Was this all they could do? Somehow, it used to feel… better than this. Sure, his spine tingled as they approached his dick slit and ventured inside. Sure, it was a rush to feel the attention of a trillion people. But… man, they really weren’t doing it for him this time. He didn’t feel that addictive gush of precum pouring from his dick nor the mounting waves of pleasure.

His hand could have done a better job.

So, without even realizing it, Antonio began to buck his hips. Ever so slightly at first, just to get himself going. Half the fun in sex is the motion, right? And boy, did it help. The titan’s grin slowly returned as his glans barrelled over the landscape once more. A quarter inch to him was miles upon miles of land to the microscopic mites below, and the insistence on his pleasure proved monumentally destructive.

The ground rumbled and shook just moments before the show really began. Antonio’s cock bore into the ground, tearing up hills, streets, and buildings without a hint of resistance. Miles of dirt (a mere pinprick of substrate) launched into the air to make room for the gleaming glans. Those who had already begun their climb clung desperately to the infinite wall of flesh in terror, while those below disappeared beneath its spongey embrace.

Antonio bit his lip. He had finally noticed what was happening below, but he didn’t care. It felt good. So much so that he rocked his hips again, back and forth. The miles-long crater he formed proved to be the perfect toy. Countless bits of debris filled the trench, making for a much more intense ribbing than any nanos could do manually.

Then, there were those who had opted to dive into Antonio’s slit. The Titanic cavern was far from the safest location during these episodes, but the people within certainly didn’t expect this degree of flooding. First came an ominous roar from deeper within the tunnel, far beyond the pitch-black darkness that burrowed deep within. It grew louder and closer until screams of panic began to echo off the walls.

A flood of biblical proportions raced up Antonio’s urethra. The sloshing wave was like a tsunami curled upon itself. One massive bubble of precum, pouring down the slick tube. It picked up thousands as if they were nothing, absorbing them into the boiling fold. In but five seconds, every unfortunate soul that had chosen to pleasure their master from within found themselves trapped in a churning sea, its roar filling their ears.

They fell to the ground below as a single droplet of precum, quickly followed by the rest of his continuous flow. Antonio never noticed that first drop. It simply rolled beneath his glans and disappeared in a continental thrust like all the rest.

Antonio’s pleasure mounted quickly. He cared little for the little mites clinging to his erection at this point. They barely crossed his mind. All he could think about was the destruction he was causing. That was the real benefit of these nano continents, he realized. It wasn’t the adoration or attention. It was all about smashing them to pieces for his benefit.

So he did what any horny young adult would: he came.

Thick, steaming ropes of cum splattered over Antonio’s desk. The first volley launched right onto his keyboard a foot away, though the following gooey gushes were just as eager. Kerner lay in ruins beneath his leaking erection as it throbbed and released his seed onto it. Mountainous globs dripped upon them. Countries vanished beneath the creamy glaze, dooming their inhabitants to swim through it for as long as they were able.

Antonio basked in the afterglow for a moment, slowly feeling his erection subside. Those little tingles of life against him were much more intense now, but still manageable. He grinned down at the remaining masses of life, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“New rule: if you can’t get me going in five minutes, we’re gonna do this every night.”

He chuckled and tucked his dick back into his pants, not caring about the thousands glazed or clinging onto his cockhead. They could find their own way. After all, what did they matter? They were just here to make him feel good.

Naked and Afraid

My story begins, as most stories do, in the beginning, and how I ended up where I am now, telling you about the last few years of my existence.

In life I had made my career in the tech engineering world, focused on new ways of improving the efficiency of processors that needed to fit billions of transistors at the microscopic level. Normally, improvements in manufacturing continued to shrink the transistor, but as overly optimistic (and in hindsight, arrogant) as I was, I wanted to get ahead of the curve, and build a new way of getting more power out of less space, and faster than the speed technology was going. To accomplish this, I had a new thought, rather than waiting for the transistor to be engineered smaller, what if you could actually make the current design smaller another way. This is how my story starts…my shrinking device.

The shrink ray I had developed, which I planned on calling the Micromaker, had a way of reducing the space between atoms, while adjusting their mass at the same ratio, just at increased density. This resulted in the shrunken objects getting smaller, and weighing less, but due to the increased density, got stronger, much like what happens in a molecular level in a diamond, making it harder to break. I won’t bore you with all of the details of how that worked, but I can assure you, given I’m telling you this story, it does (or at least it did).

There was only one thing I hadn’t figured out with my new machine, was how to make it work faster. When the emission of energy to make this happen begin the process, it was an exponentially increasing and compounding effect, beginning at the atomic level. The result was when an item was shot to be “shrunk” there would be any noticeable effect for a couple of hours, but as the collapse intensified, building on itself, there would be a noticeable runaway effect where an item would rapidly shrink, after the rays had been shot. This was great in the lab, but not for a mass production factory, and for this to work, I was going to have to figure out how to make this happen in real time with the firing of the ray. And that was that I had been working on figuring out.


The day my world changed:

One afternoon, I was working on the ray in a home workshop and lab I had built in my home, trying to overcome the time delay my new technology suffered in the shrinking process. I had thought of a variety of ways I could try and make the collapse at the atomic level happen all at once, but none of my theories and efforts turned out to be successful. On this particular day, after my 7th failed attempt resulting from months of work, I became frustrated to the point I threw a fit and tossed the keyboard to the computer that controlled the ray from the desk to the floor and got up. What I hadn’t realized at the moment, was I had inadvertently triggered the ray to run a test fire when two particular keys were depressed as the keyboard hit the ground.

Not knowing what was about to happen, I got up, and walked over to the ray to remove the transistor filled silicon-wafer I was attempting to shrink. While I had my back turned on the ray as I picked up the wafer, it completed a test fire….into me, while I looked the other way (or this is my assumption given what came next).

Feeling a quick sting into my back, I turned around, but nothing was there, scratching my back I wondered if it had been a spider bite, or just a moment of back pain. Regardless,it was gone and nothing felt wrong.

Feeling the need to get out for a bit to let my frustration out, and knowing nothing helped me more with that than a quick trip to the gym, I packed my gym bag, got in the car and drove down to get a workout in to distract me.

Walked into the locker room, I put my items in the locker and locked it up, turning around with my gym towel, ready to go get some cardio I suddenly felt something strange, growing stronger, so fast it made me feel a sense of panic beginning to set in. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but I felt what seemed like a vacuum opened up in me and I felt weightless, I went to go run for help as I was alone in the locker room, but as I stepped forward…suddenly….in a flash…everything seemed to zoom out away from me and I felt as if I was free falling and found myself tumbling through the air like I was sky diving. In a moment of disoriented terror, I began to lose grip on my surroundings, only to feel myself crash down into something hard losing consciousness. In that split second, I thought I was dead…but how wrong I turned out to be.

Sometime later, probably a few minutes, but exactly how much I’m not sure, I regained consciously and realized I was still alive, and physically unharmed. Getting back up I was completely disoriented and couldn’t tell where I was. Looking around me, across what appeared to be a stone field, my eyes began to focus on the distance. Leaning my head back and looking up, I saw lockers that seemed to go up as far as a skyscraper, and as I looked down across the earth in front of me, it started to become clear I standing in the middle of one of the locker room tiles. Given I was naked with my clothes nowhere around me. Worrying I was hallucinating, I just stood and took it in for a moment….but as I asked myself if I was dreaming, a more terrifying prospect entered my mind….what if this was real? And, what if, I had somehow been shot with my shrink ray, which would explain the earlier pain in my back. Panic set in, as it became apparent to me this is indeed what happened, and I must be no more than 1mm tall. The only comfort I took was in knowing that, if it was indeed the ray, while I may be tiny, I was much denser, making it difficult for me to be damaged in this giant world.

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Getting Introduced: The Sticky Situation

Sitting in the middle of the tile I found myself on, trying to figure out what to do next in this giant world, still filled with anxiety, my mind raced.

As I sat there thinking, the moment had come where my world was about to change forever. A pattern I would soon become all to acquainted with, a rhythmic, booming, shaking began to rumble through the ground beneath me. I got up, not knowing what was going on, but, as I turned around, I saw a skyscraper come into view, but it was no skyscraper, it was a man. A man whose name I didn’t know yet, but would come to know in time as Dave.

Looking up at him, he looked to be in his late 20’s, a slight 5 o’clock shadow, strong jaw, extremely muscular, with a clean tight haircut. Being gay, I’d normally find him very attractive, but sex was the last thing on my mind right now.

The shaking of the earth began to grow as I watched him looming higher and higher over me as he got closer…walking toward the lockers I was on the ground in front of, a shadow casting over my clocking out the overhead light in the locker room.

I was knocked to the ground as I saw a pair of enormous Vans shoes headed my way, sending shockwaves through the earth with each impact they as they fell, footstep after footstep as he approached.

The shaking threw me to the ground as he stepped over me, looking up I was between his legs, I couldn’t even clearly see his face anymore.

A loud squealing sound filled the air as the lock above me opened as he put his back inside and unzipped it. Above me I watched a giant muscular lightly hairy arm pull out a pair of Nike gym shoes with socks hanging from them, and then a shadow cast over me as the gigantic athletic man above me bent over, dropping the shoes to the ground and sending a gust of wind that knocked me over and sent me skidding.

Getting up, I looked over to my left and watched a gigantic socked foot pull out of one of the black Vans brand shoes he was wearing, and a giant hand come down and pulled a matching Vans branded crew sock off. Immediately a smell hit my nose….his feet. The smell of a man’s feet and it seemed so much more intense at my miniscule size.

Immediately after the first shoe and sock came off, the same happened to the right of me as I faced him, and he took his other shoe and sock off, as I looked up at him bent over above me, I saw his face again, damn he was such a good-looking young man, but my heart was still racing trying to figure out if there was any way I could get his attention at my size. Screaming and throwing my hands around, I was too small for him to notice, much less hear. I needed help if I was ever going to get out of this situation, and given my size difference, I’d likely have few other opportunities at this exact spot.

I was so focused on trying to get his attention, I would have been paying more attention to what else was happening, but again I was in a disoriented state of panic.

While I waved and screamed up at him, unnoticed, a shadow moved in over me and took the lace of the sky above. It was the bottom of his left foot, the one that had been to my right. And, more specifically, the underside of his toes. They began to fall toward me as his foot lowered, as he leaned forward to gain his balance before putting on his gym sock.

I screamed at the top of my lungs as they came down on me and threw me down to the ground with an immense crushing force. For a moment, I was so disoriented and confused as to what was happening and where I was, but then that smell that I was first hit with entered my nose even stronger now, his feet, but now it was much worse, and reminded me exactly where I was.

While I regained by bearings, I suddenly realized when he came into contact with me, my tiny size and weight had resulted in me getting stuck to the underside of one of his sweaty toes (turned out to be his second toe to be specific), and I was picked up as I went into the air as the foot I was not stuck to, lifted. Checking myself for injury, I remembered I was much more durable now, and far harder to hurt.

Beginning to struggle to push away, as I looked at the extreme detail of the skin on the bottom of his toe in front of me, my eyes covered in his sweat, I realized I felt like I was flying through the air. I managed to looked over my shoulder just in time to see where I was heading….right into the mouth of a gym sock along with his foot.

Crying out at the top of my lungs to please stop, the light dimmed as a giant field of cotton began to rush below me at immense speed before coming to a stop. I would barely move myself, struggling to get free.

This couldn’t be happening, I couldn’t be a size of a speck of dirt, a mite, stuck to the bottom of what appeared to be a young athletic alpha male’s toe, this had to be a fever dream or something.

While I worked to process what was going on, I was shaken back into the moment by a freefalling sensation, just before the light got even dimmer.

He was putting his gym shoe on….with me on his foot…..

The free falling with immediately replaced with a rapid forward momentum, and finally a deep rumble as I assume his foot slid in and his weight made contact with the ground at the heel. I was trapped, and the world slightly rocked around me, followed by a much more distant thud and shockwave, which I quickly assessed must be his other foot slipping into the other shoe. The light, extremely dim, just a tiny amount making its way in from above.

I began to panic worse, my breathing fast and shallow, thinking “oh my god, what’s happening, what’s about to happen?” but, I knew, just as what was going to happen, began.

This was the first time I experienced a sensation and level of power that would, soon, come to define my very existence, every day.

The man above me lift his foot….I felt a flying sensation in my stomach, followed by a slow motion-like moment of free fall and then, the whole world fell on top of me as an indescribable amount of weight and sheer force came down. He had just taken a step with me, stuck to the bottom of his toe, in his gym shoe.

A shockwave rippled from the impact, rattling my very bones with a deafening echoing deep boom as I was crushed down on, smeared into the sweat that had caused me to become stuck to him, some of it going up my nose. I was so tiny at only 1mm tall, I could only assume the ridges I felt on either side of me was the pattern on the bottom of his toe and I was jammed between two of the lines. I screamed out but could not be heard.

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The First Workout: Proof Hell Exists on Earth

The crushing weight above me that had come down, increased in pressure exponentially as the weight of this large muscular alpha male whose foot I found myself stuck to bore down as his other foot swung out to take the next step.

I should have been crushed into paste at this point, but due to my increased density and hardness, it appeared that was not happening, but still was extreme and overpowering.

Feeling a more distant rumble and boom move through me, just before the mountain of pressure above me let up, and realized it was his other foot hitting the ground before taking a step with the foot I was under as pressure let up.

Suddenly I felt a flying sensation again, quickly followed by freefall for a brief moment.

Again, a deep impact sending deafening shockwaves out as he took another step with his left foot.

This became rhythmic and would soon become something I realized would punctuate every day for me, but I didn’t understand that yet.

Again, the same happened, in the near darkness: flying, falling….then crushed down on in a deep impact as this man walked out of the locker room.

It felt like I was losing my mind, screaming, I struggled, and began to feel myself coming loose from the sticky adhesion of filmy foot sweat that has picked me up. At first I thought I had, by sheer strength, managed to do this, but that was not the case. I realized something was happening, a slick of moisture was developing as his foot was already beginning to sweat in his gym shoe and the wet slick was causing me to begin to slide about.

I still couldn’t believe this was happening.

Step after step, crushing deep impact after crushing deep impact sending shockwaves as this man’s foot continued to fall to the ground with all his weight as his walked, me stuck on it in his gym shoe.

Beginning to slip about, I began to realize that coming loose may not be the best outcome, if I came loose, I would end up in an even worse place, given gravity may pull me down. From what I could surmise in my hasty assessment of where I was as I looked up when his foot came down, was likely under his toe in the area between the pad of the toe and his forefoot. If this was the case, if I thought the impacts I was receiving here were bad, they would most certainly be unfathomably worse if I was directly under his crushing weight.

Above me, my captor walked out to the weight room before finding a weight bench. Laying his towel down on it, he grabbed plates to add to an olympic bar to begin doing bench presses.

Of course I had no idea this was what was happening all I knew was my world was shifting about erratically with inconsistent impacts down as he stepped about above me, but what I did know he was no longer walking as the rhythmic crushing movement had changed.

He laid down back on the bench with his feet on the ground on either side, and as he did, the weight above me became much more relaxed, as he began working out.

I sighed relief as the pressure subsided and the crushing stopped but this was what some would call, the eye of the storm.

The toes I was still semi-stuck to rocked about and I felt myself moving with it as he did, with flexing about when he would focus and move the weights he was pressing.

As my mind raced, trying to process what was happening to me, and what I should do, something began to happen. When I said before the moment of relief that I had experienced was the eye of the storm, that wasn’t a joke, because that is what began, a storm. He began to sweat, and, more specifically for my situation, his FEET began to sweat.

A growing wet slick formed between me and the bottom of the toe I was stuck to, and began to soak me, the heat began increasing and the humidity quickly became worse than a steam room. Then something else immediately followed. The smell of feet that I had been faced with this while time, suddenly increased further and rapidly. I was becoming completely enveloped in this athletic man’s foot sweat and the smell as he worked out. Worst of all, he had no idea I was even here, trapped in his gym shoe.

The sweat increased, and almost like being slowly washed away, I began to slide, as I noticed the ridges and pattern in front of me changes as I felt myself sliding along. It was like a slow upside-down slip and slide, except this was no summertime toy, I was sliding along in a man’s foot sweat, now a tiny speck, along the bottom of his toe as he worked out.

Instinctively I began it struggle and thrash about, but all this did was speed up my movement to my destination. A place I would learn to try and avoid at all costs but soon found I was rarely able to, under his sole….

Sliding along in the dark and increasingly wet and humid conditions, I noticed the surface beginning to change. The texture in front of me began to change and started to become much rougher and thicker. Since I didn’t have much in the way of context or perspective yet, I was trying to understand what was happening. In retrospect what I should have understood was I was sliding down under his sole, moving into an area of more calloused skin.

As I continued my journey slowly sliding along in the slick of slimy sweat, the angle I was at began to change as I slid down from under his toe to the front of the ball of his foot. Still trying to figure out where I was, I also noticed the scent from the rougher skin I was stuck to smelled worse and pungent, as I tried to pull away from it in instinctive disgust, along with the growing storm of sweat and the change in my angle being more vertical with the ground, I finally broke free, and feel what felt like 5 feet into a sopping wet field of ropes…immediately I realized I had fallen into his sock. I tried to get up, balancing myself on threads of cloth, which were large cables to me at this size, and get myself into a standing position. I managed, and took a few steps, before falling again as the world moved and I was thrown down…he had moved and adjusted his foot as he was lifting, but a tiny move to him, was a huge shift to me.

Knelled down, holding onto one of the terry cloth cables, I tried I regain my bearings.

Looking up, just above me, in the darkness, I could faintly make out a wall above me, the front edge of his forefoot, looking to the left and right, the world seemed to descend into darkness, and in front of me, I would see where, like being at the foot of a mountain but upside down, I could dimly see the sole ahead of me coming down into contact into the sock I was now in as I kneeled there, below the base of his toes.

I thought to myself “What the fuck am I going to do?”

But just as I that crossed my mind, everything changed and I wasn’t going to be doing much of anything, at least anything that was in my control.

The world lurched. As my captor got up from the weight bench, his foot lifted as he took a step. I cried out as the edge if the immense sole in front of me lifted, not much, but enough to see further below, down into darkness. Then just as before the period of calm I’d just enjoyed, the toes above me came crashing down with a deep reverberating impact as his foot crushed down on the earth. In the moment of impact, I lost my grip on cable of terry cloth fiber and droplets of warm sweat with flying around. It was becoming like a rank smelling wet jungle.

Completely disoriented, the upward flying momentum returned again followed by another freefall followed again by another deep crashing impact, sending out an earthquake. This began again, rhythmically as he walked.

I was unable to get my bearings as it happened again, and again, and again, thrown around in the darkness, beneath this young man’s toes subject to these extreme forces.

It was probably for the best because if I had known where I was heading, I would have panicked over something I could do nothing about. You see, with each step my giant captor took, I was being thrown up and down, but when I landed, It wasn’t in the same spot, I was moving…toward the space under the sole of his foot.

Step, after step, closer and closer. In the sloshing violent shaking mess I found myself in, I looked up, and in the dim light I noticed that point where his foot had made contact with the sock below, which was a distance away when he was motionless during his workout, but now just about on top of me as I began to slide from under the bottom of his toes to under his sole.

In a panic, I began to scramble, trying to hold onto a rope of cloth to stop my path of movement, but the up and down movements were too violent for me to get a grip.

As I slid right up to the point his sole was making contact and crushing down, the clearly thicker coarser skin crushing down, I screamed and began to kick with my legs scrambling to get away.

With one final step he took, which felt like it was slow motion, the sole in front of me lifted up, and I slid under where I had been watching it crush down.

And then…Then he stepped down…

I felt that freefall sensation again as his foot descended to the ground, and as I did I began to let out a scream….which was immediately silenced as a this giant man came down on top of me. It’s difficult to describe what that was like, at first I wasn’t sure I wasn’t dead. Unable to move even as much as my finger, the pressure increased as he stepped down on me, crushing me down as the world shook and reverberated deeply. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move, nothing.

Even if I could breathe, I would have had to hold my breath it as a flash-flood of sweat pooled around me, submerging me. Some of it went up my nose, and that smell of feet suddenly became overpowering but there was nothing I could do.

Then just, in another moment of relief, the pressure immediately let up. I realized I was unhurt, and gasped for air, inhaling some of his sweat by accident in the process. My mind was so shaken up by what had just happened, I had the spins and didn’t feel the motion of flying forward again, but as the freefalling sensation began yet again, I caught on to what was about to happen…just in time for the sole above me to come crushing down again, sending that shockwave through me and the earth, motionless, downing.

Unable to move under my own control the sole above me continued to come down, over and over, as he walked, I was now forced to endure it. Being repeatedly and rhythmically crushed down, over and over.

He was simply walking across the gym floor, but at my tiny 1mm size, I was subjected to unimaginable crushing power.

Only a few hours ago, I was a grown man, and now, I was a speck, stuck to the sole of this athletic man’s foot. Taking step after step, quite literally…walking on me. I was powerless, other than to endure the indescribable forces, like a mountain coming down on me.

I had no idea what was happening above other than the crushing sole come down on me, over and over, and over.

Then suddenly, it came down, and stopped.

Above me, my giant captor stood in front of his locker and packed the bag up he had brought. I tried with every ounce of strength in me to move anything if even just a finger, but I wouldn’t, I was submerged in the swamp of this man’s foot sweat, crushed down, motionless, beyond the power to even move. I thought I would lose consciousness, but it appeared a side effect of my shrinking process is I could hold by breath for an extended period. I had no mental capacity to think of why, only that I wasn’t blacking out.

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Going Home: The beginning of my new life

Suddenly again, the pressure let up, but only for a moment, as he began walking again (what turned out to be, to his truck) crushing me again, and again, and again. My mind began to break, and I stopped fighting, going limp I just laid there, being crushed over and over as I was walked on… under a man’s foot.

My giant captor got to his truck and as he did, the rhythmic crushing became erratic as he opened the door and threw his gym back in. Again, the pressure let up as he got into the truck. I wasn’t sure what was going on as I felt as if the angle of my world changed.

Deeply muffled and distant, I heard an engine start and the sound of a seatbelt chime. When I heard that, I realized, he was leaving the gym and in his vehicle.

My heart sunk as I realized what that meant, no one knew where I was, my car, still at the gym, and me stuck as tiny speck on the sole of this man’s foot….and he didn’t even know I was here. How was I ever going to get back to my life, my lab and fix this?

I laid there now stuck, face against his sole, the rough texture of skin in front of me under the more calloused part of his foot, breathing the strong smell of his man feet, soaked in his sweat while he drove home, worrying about what to do next….