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Levi Squashes Brother

“Oh come on! Take me with you! You never take me!”

“No dude! It’s too dangerous. Plus I don’t want you crawling on me. You’re basically a bug.”

Levi looked down at his tiny, older brother standing outside his own tiny house on the phone. Levi hung up and made his way out to his backyard to enjoy the afternoon floating in his parents pool. “Fuck off!” Ryan shouted out, hurt by his brothers words. Annoyed, he decided to take matters into his own hands and make his way to the pool himself. He knew how incredibly dangerous it would be, but he knew he could prove his brother wrong.

Nearly an hour had passed and Ryan was traversing the family home as he journeyed to the back yard. Still hurt by his brother referring to him as a bug, he thought back to before he shrank. They had such a close relationship, but things slowly changed after he shrank. As Levi grew older, he became more and more annoyed by his bug-sized big brother, and Ryan in return had become jealous of his normal sized brother. He watched him go through life like everyone else, and Levi had recently celebrated his 21st birthday, which Ryan never did. Ryan was envious of Levi, but he still loved him as his little brother.

Eventually, Ryan crawled out from under the back door and found himself on the patio. With the sun beating down on him, he held his hand above his eyes he looked out to the enormous, stadium sized pool as it dwarfed everything around it. “Perfect day for the pool.” He thought to himself. Ryan made his way across the patio to the deck leading up to the pool. He hoisted himself up onto his makeshift stairs, attached to the side of the normal sized stairs, that his dad made for him years ago and began ascending. As he neared the top, he heard some splashing, followed by some thumps on the deck. He looked up as Levi got off his pool lounger and quickly dried himself off. Ryan stayed on his stairs as he overhead Levi mention something about “getting a drink.” Not wanting to get in trouble with Levi, Ryan stayed against the side of the step as Levi walked towards him. His massive feet pounded on the deck boards and rapidly descended the stairs. As wet and pruny as they were, Ryan was still hit with the powerful masculine odor wafting from his brothers feet. Even though he was used to it, it still bothered him. Ryan held up his middle finger and smirked as he watched Levi disappear into the house.

Ryan got to the top of the deck and immediately knew where he needed to go. “Perfect!” He shouted in excitement when he noticed Levi’s pool lounger floating right on the edge of the pool. “It’s all mine.” Ryan started running towards the lounger. Halfway there, he felt the deck begin to vibrate beneath him and his heart dropped. He stopped and turned as Levi ascended the deck steps. Ryan rolled his eyes, annoyed that his chance was ruined. He looked up to his towering little brother and shouted up to him. “Levi! I…Levi? AHHH!” *smash* Before Ryan even had a chance to escape, Levi’s barefoot came crashing down as he walked. Ryan spent his final moments screaming out to his brother as he was mercilessly crushed underfoot.

Not knowing he had just stepped on his brother, or that Ryan was outside to begin with, Levi flopped down on his lounger and floated out to the middle of the pool. He had no idea that Ryan was stuck to his sole. Later on when he got out, what was left of Ryan had washed away completely.

Shrunken Brother Mishap

It was the middle of a Saturday afternoon and Tyler was on his way to his house. As he walked into the guest bedroom where his house was, which used to be his own bedroom before he shrank, he noticed something was wrong. “Ah shit.” He groaned. His little house was situated up on a stool, for his safety, with a ladder stretching from the front porch down to the floor. However, the ladder had fallen making it impossible for him to get to his house. As frustrating as it was, it was an easy fix he just needed someones help. Without any hesitation he knew he could get help from his best friend and older brother, David.

Tyler traveled out of the room and down the hallway towards David’s room. As he neared the open doorway, he could hear movement coming from inside the room. Staying near the wall he turned the corner into the room and saw David nearby putting his laundry away. Tyler took a moment to appreciate the sight of his god-sized brother. Over the past few months he had become oddly aroused at the sight of him. He wasn’t attracted to him, but the shear size and power he so casually had gave Tyler some unwanted feelings, but he couldn’t help it. As he watched the giant stuff his dresser full, Tyler stepped away from the wall and started yelling to the giant. “David! Can I get your help? My ladder…AHHH!” *THOOM*

Tyler screamed out as David suddenly turned and walked out of the room. Thankfully, his life was spared as David’s massive toes landed on him. He stuck to them momentarily as David walked out of the room. Tyler felt a sharp pain in his leg as he fell free from the giants toes and landed on the floor. Now in the middle of the doorway, Tyler lay there uncontrollably shaking and crying. His brother had just stepped on him. He couldn’t believe he managed to survive it. Realizing he can’t move his left leg, he could only wait for David to come back and help him. Then his mind began to linger on David’s feet. The warmth. The smell. The power they had. Tyler couldn’t help but notice his erection as he lay there in pain. “What is wrong with me……” He moaned as his mind bounced back and forth between his dick, and the pain shooting up and down his leg.

After only a few minutes, Tyler felt the floor tremble beneath him with the familiar pouting of a giants footsteps. Laying in the doorway, he could partially look down the hallway and sure enough, David was coming back. Tyler noticed David was staring at his phone as he walked, but that didn’t bother him. As he started to wave an arm and yell up to his brother, he realized how scared he was. He hadn’t been that scared since the day he shrank a few years ago. As he stared up at David, he thought back to that first day. After nearly crushing him, David was the one to find him. Tyler remembered how gentle and caring he was as he carried him in the palm of his hand to show their parents what had happened. He remembered feeling so safe and warm on the fleshy palm. Then, Tyler snapped back to reality as David loomed overhead. The warm, safe feeling was long gone as he begged for David’s attention. “David! I’m down here!” He sobbed while waving his arm. “David! Help! AHH!” *crunch*

Tyler’s puny screams were cut short as David’s dirty heel landed firmly on him, crushing him on impact. While texting his girlfriend, David walked back into his bedroom. Not noticing the tiny screams, let alone the crunch under his heel, he casually walked to his bed and flopped down on his stomach. Having nothing to do for the rest of the afternoon until his date later that evening, David sighed and and made himself comfortable and soon enough, he fell asleep. He had no idea that he had accidentally crushed his little brother, and had inadvertently left him crushed to his sole as he napped.

Lost Neighbor Stomp

Noah slowly opened his eyes and looked down at his hands. He then noticed that the patio table he was sitting on was now the size of a football field. “Dad! It worked!” He screamed out in his tiny high pitched voice. Tony stepped out from behind his shrink ray and crept toward the table. He peered down at his ant sized 18-year old son with a huge grin. “We did it! It works!!” He cried out and punched the air. Noah pressed his hands against his ears as his dad yelled. “Oh sorry! Too loud.” Tony said with a laugh. “Here.” He reached for his tiny son with his fingers. He hesitated for a moment. “Uh..I don’t wanna squish ya! Let me get a cup.” He added with a nervous laughter. As soon as he disappeared into the house, he returned with a cup. As he walked towards his tiny son, a huge gust of wind swept over them. Tony blinked and his speck of a son vanished. “Shit! Noah?!” He yelled in a hushed tone. He stopped moving and looked down at his feet. Too afraid to take another step, he pulled a magnifying glass from his pocket and squatted down. “Shit…”

“AHHHHH!” *thud*

Noah slammed onto the wooden deck and knocked the wind out of him. He laid there for a moment to catch his breath. Aching all over his body and feeling like he was going to barf, he slowly got up and looked around. He didn’t recognize the yard and assumed he had landed on his neighbor’s deck. “Fuck..Dad! Da….Oh fuck he’s not going to hear me here.” He groaned. He looked around the expansive deck and saw the roof of his house peaking over the fence. Clutching his stomach, he started walking towards the fence. After just a few minutes, and having only crossed two deck boards, he heard a sliding door open directly to the right of him. He looked over and saw his neighbor’s son step out onto the deck and shut the door. He didn’t know him very well at all. He had only seen him a handful of times in passing. He knew he was a few years older than him, but that was it. He didn’t even know his name. “Fuck he’s huge.” Noah mumbled as he looked up at the giant. Then he started walking towards him. “Noah grew nervous as he felt the deck board vibrate beneath him with each footstep the giant took. The vibrations grew stronger making it difficult for Noah to stay balanced. Before he knew it, the giant was directly overhead. “NO PLEASE! DAD! DAD HELP ME! PLEASE! AHH!” *smush* Noah cried out for help as the giant’s smelly, meaty foot landed on him. Not realizing he stepped on anything, the giant walked out to the middle of the deck and sat down to do a few stretches and read his book.

Meanwhile, Tony was on his hand and knees and using his magnifying glass to find his shrunken son. “Oh Noah. Where are you?”

Halloween Crush

It was Halloween night and Trevor was home waiting for his friend Victor so they could go trick or treating. Being 19 they both knew they were a little old, but they wanted to do it one last time. But as the night went on, Trevor saw no sign of his friend. Every time he opened the door and handed out candy to trick or treaters, he hoped to see Victor dressed as Ant Man. Later on he grew tired of his costume and slipped off his shoes and put on a pair of pj pants, but he kept his suit on for the visitors. “Dude where the fuck are you?” He groaned as he checked his phone again. As he set the bowl of candy down by the door, he glanced down and saw a bug running away from the front door and towards him.

“Trevor look! I’m Ant Man!!” Victor cried out in excitement as he stopped running. He looked at the massive pair of feet resting ahead of him, and then up to the giant Spiderman towering over him. He waved his arms when he noticed Trevor looking down at him. “Trevor! Where are your shoes? Are you ready to go out?! Trevor? What’re you doing?! Stop! AHH..” *squish*

Trevor lifted his big toe over the bug and smashed it. Just like any other bug, he twisted his toe and walked off without thinking twice. Annoyed that Victor never showed up, Trevor laid down on the couch and soon dozed off.

The Tiny Neighbors

“Shit. Not again!” Bruce yelled in frustration. “Dad why isn’t that thing fixed yet?!” Bruce turned to his son Cooper and his two friends. Not any taller than ants, Bruce, Cooper, Seth and Riley stood near the front door to Bruce’s house. His faulty home security system was in need of an update and Bruce had been forgetting to get it fixed. “I’ll handle this, you boys stay here and wait for me to get back. I’m going to go next door to Craig’s house and get his help. He helped me just last week when this happened.” Cooper reluctantly agreed, even though he thought they should all stay together. As Bruce walked down the length of the cement patio slab, the boys sat against the wall just next to the front door threshold and waited.

By the middle of the afternoon, the 49 year old man had successfully made his way across his neighbor’s front yard and onto the front porch. He then squeezed through a small hole under the door, the same one he crawled in last week, and found himself inside his neighbors house once again. “Alright Craig where are you.” Bruce questioned as he started walking into the foyer. Just then, he heard someone’s footsteps coming from his left. He turned around just as a giant turned the corner and walked straight for him. “AHHH!” Bruce cried out in fear as the giant’s foot flew into the sky and landed just near him. Having narrowly missed the giant’s foot, Bruce scrambled back to his feet. He noticed that the giant wasn’t Craig, but instead his son Lucas. Bruce hardly knew Lucas, but he knew that he needed help and Lucas might be his only chance. He ran after him and followed him into the living room.

After finally catching up to him, Bruce saw Lucas laying on his stomach on the sofa, high above him. He walked down to the end where his head was and started waving his arms and screaming. “Hey! Kid! I’m down here! Help me!” Staring at his phone and listing to music, Lucas couldn’t hear the tiny man’s shrill screams for help. “Lucas! Down here! Help me!” Following several attempts, Bruce realized Lucas couldn’t hear him. “I need to get closer to him, and off the floor.” Bruce walked towards the closest leg of the couch, but found it was impossible to climb. Then he noticed that the blanket Lucas was laying on was having off the other end and on the floor. “That’ll work.” Determined to get Lucas’ help, Bruce ran from one end of the couch to the other and began climbing. “It took most of his strength, but soon enough he made it to the top of the couch. He came face to face with Lucas’ soles, resting comfortably on the couch. Bruce wanted to walk down Lucas’ side, but was afraid he would get pushed over the edge. So, with much hesitation, Bruce started climbing the 18 year old’s giant sole. The stench of the sole didn’t bother him much since he was used to his son’s shoes and socks discarded around the house. The smooth but clammy sole created a bit of a challenge for Bruce, but he powered through. “This is so humiliating.” Bruce groaned to himself. “But maybe if he can’t hear me, he can at least feel me.” Upon saying that, Lucas’ right foot lifted off his leg. Bruce stopped moving and watched in fear as the foot lifted high above him until the big toe was hovering directly over him. “Wait…whats happening? No! No don’t!” *humph* *squish* Feeling a slight tickle on his foot, Lucas innocently scratched his sole with his big toe. Bruce didn’t stand a chance as the giant’s toe pressed him into the sole and smeared him. Lucas rubbed his toe back and forth a few times before reverting back to his previous position. He was unaware that he smeared his tiny neighbor against his sole…

A Dangerous Hope

Being popular has its burdens. For Darren, maintaining his facade to be so watertight without a doubt has kept him in the clear of the town’s recent disappearances. But as he frantically looked for the 3 tiny victims he misplaced in his large family home, his heart fluttered with anxiety. Already, dozens of people from the town poured in for Darren’s annual house party; an annual nuisance for him, yet a necessary one to stay in a positive light. Having not been so used to his own shrinking powers for too long, the young man bit his lip in frustration, his eyes scanning the long carpeted hallways for where his tiny captives escaped.


The situation was not any better for Jeremy, Mike and Lilly, no bigger than large ants. Having spent days watching Darren torment dozens of other people in his basement, it was a miracle at all to have escaped their cage during their giant captor’s absence. But the maze of unfamiliar corridors and countless rooms in the large house only created more uncertainties.

‘What are we going to do? I haven’t got an idea of which direction we’re going in’, Jeremy said.


The three looked at each other, then back around themselves. Having been taken straight to Darren’s basement inside his pocket, and being at such a small size, they may as well have been on another planet.


‘Wait!’ Lilly shouted, perking her ear up towards the far end of the corridor. ‘Do you hear that?’


‘I-is that…music?’


‘And people talking?’


The trio’s eyes suddenly beamed with excitement. Like a shining beacon, the tinies scurried along the side of the floor as fast as their little legs could carry them toward the sound at the end. The closer they got, the louder their hope rang.


After what felt like hours, they finally reached the end of the corridor which had a turn straight to the right, leading to large double doors with windows at eye level. From their position on the ground, the three could see behind the windows was a dark room with flashing strobe lights, and music blasting from the inside.


‘All right, here’s the plan’ Jeremy said, grabbing the other two’s attention, ‘we’ll wait here for someone to come through and try to grab their attention. I think it’ll be too dangerous going in there full of people, ok?’


‘Got it,’ Mike replied, but Lilly stepped back from the other two.


‘Who the fuck put you in-charge?’ She said. Her teary eyes turned to the large doors, the noise pulling her in like sirens by a sinking ship. She had seen no one who could help for days, and she just needed one person to notice her. ‘I’m not waiting for that f-fucking psycho to come find us again. Do what you want!’


Jeremy and Mike called out to her in vain. Before one of them could reach out, she was already darting towards the entrance to the party room. But just as they were about to run after her, the sound of creaking hinges filling their ears paralysed them in their place.


The door swung open at full speed, smacking mercilessly into Lilly’s fragile tiny body and sending her flying back past Mike and Jeremy. From the door emerged two men, seemingly arguing about something trivial, but all the tiny pair could concentrate on is seeing their former companion, bruised and barely moving in the far distance.


‘Jeez, I didn’t know ok!’ Boomed one of the voices from the door. The gargantuan man with spiky red and yellow hair stomped along the floor. His purple socks made a loud tearing sound as they peeled off the carpet with every step, causing Jeremy and Mike to keep to the side and watch with caution. ‘Besides, how was I supposed to know!’ He continued.


‘It’s normal for some houses to have no-shoe rules, don’t be rude and just take your shoes to the entrance.’


Although Olly wasn’t very noteworthy, the sight of Everett, with his gleaming white hair and freckled face, was one everyone in the town was familiar with. The famous mountain rescuer with supernatural powers, the man who saved countless people who has his face plastered on shirts and lunchboxes everywhere. Jeremy couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear, but his cheer was swiftly killed off in a split second.


‘Oh fuck, NO WAIT, STOP!’ Mike shouted as loud as he could, pointing towards where Lilly still lay.


The two could only watch as the huge, purple-socked foot cast a shadow over her. The tiny woman groaned, turning her head as much as she could to the large appendage above her that blocked all light. She wanted to scream, to beg, to shout ‘STOP’ but her body refused. The only noise she could utter was the pained, croaky exhalation of her last breath, as she witnessed the sky of purple fall uncaringly on top of her.


CRUNCH


It was over in an instant. Perhaps that was the consolation Mike and Jeremy took, after witnessing the slow, torturous grinds of tinies under Darren’s heel, slowly turning into a pulp but made to stay conscious as long as possible. With the booming steps of Olly’s foot moving further away, the two tinies couldn’t help but look up at the barely-visible red splotch staining Olly’s otherwise pure purple sock. That was all Lilly’s existence would ever be, now that any traces of her body disappeared in that step.


‘We…we have to try and get Everett’s attention,’ Jeremy said, fighting back the tears in his eyes.


‘Yea…but how?’


Mike and Jeremy sat against the wall, trying to think of the best way to get Everett’s attention. They both agreed that waiting for him to sit somewhere, then climbing along his leg when he’s still would most likely be the best way.


‘It seems dangerous, but it looks like it’s the best hope we have,’ Mike said.


But just as the pair were about to set out behind the double doors, the light around them suddenly became blocked out. Slowly turning around to see the source of the blockage behind them, a giant, blonde young man sat there on one knee while holding his head in his hand. He looked down at Jeremy and Mike, his mouth smiling but his eyes conveying the complete opposite.


‘So you guys wanna see Everett huh? Why don’t I help you with that.’


Then in an instant, the smile evaporated like steam in a chimney. Mike and Jeremy with shaky breaths did a complete 180, running for the door.


‘HEEEEEEEEEEELP FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!’


Unfortunately for the tiny pair, their pleas fell on deaf ears. The last thing they saw was the palm from Darren’s outstretched hand, then darkness.


All Mike could feel was the warm moist hand around him, and the muffled sound of music and chatter through the walls of flesh. Not seeing Jeremy around, he assumed he was either in Darren’s pocket or the other hand, but he couldn’t be sure.


‘Maybe…just maybe I can get someone’s attention’, he thought to himself. With so many people around, he only needed one person, and his giant captor could finally be brought to justice.


It didn’t take long for the giant’s footsteps to halt, quickly followed by the flashing of strobe lights filling Mike’s vision. The hand completely opened, leaving no surface for Mike to hold himself up. Gravity plunged the tiny downwards, landing in a thick, green creamy paste. Wanting to quickly coordinate himself, Mike looked around trying to get his bearings, but what he saw sent his heart racing.


‘I…I’m SMALLER?’


Looking left and right, he could see he was surrounded by two large walls of taco, something he could easily work out from the taste of the creamy guacamole. But Mike’s surroundings were so much larger than before, around him was a sea of green paste. Looking up was the very familiar face of Darren, looking down at the taco with a frightening grin.


The giant picked the taco up with Mike in it, bringing it to his mouth. At first, he thought Darren was going to devour him right then and there, but instead, he spoke.


‘So, you wanted to get Everett’s help right?’ Darren said, making sure to whisper into the taco and face away from the crowd. ‘Well, here’s your chance, hehe.’


The taco was moved away from the mouth. A few seconds later, the face before the taco was overtaken by the pale, freckled Everett. This sight alone would strike a new resolve in Mike, who hoisted himself as best as he could atop the taco filling.


‘EVEREEEEEEEEEEETT. PLEASE HEEEEEEEEEELP!’


Waving his tired aching arms, but daring not to jump for fear of sinking into the ground beneath his feet, Mike screamed like never before. But no matter how much and for how long, those large, innocent emerald-blue eyes did not give a single glance. Any sound from the pitifully small Mike was instead drowned out by the noise of music, singing and the mingling of dozens of people.


‘Hey Everett,’ Darren called out to the mountain rescuer with little effort, holding the taco before him, ‘you should definitely try this, I spared no expense, and it’s to die for.’


Everett’s eyes sparkled at the sight of the gourmet taco, unaware of its less savoury extra filling. Without hesitation, and to not be rude to his guest, he took the taco from Darren. Yet even out of Darren’s grasp, Mike could only breathe harder as he became overwhelmed with anxiety.


The next thing in Mike’s vision is the pretty white teeth of the town's hero, parting to reveal the all-devouring black hole of Everett’s mouth. Thick droplets of saliva rained down on the taco as Everett sought to get a savouring taste from his food. And then…


CHOMP


The front half of the taco comes clean off in a single bite, as Mike watches from the edge of the back-bitten half. He had a front-row seat to the giant’s mouth devouring the taco, each bite rendering the bits of food smaller and smaller until it was ground down mush.


An audible GULP could be heard, wet and squelchy. The remains of the food became a small lump travelling down Everett’s throat.


‘Oh my god, that tastes divine,’ Everett said, before eyeing the last piece of taco.


For a moment, it looked as though Everett stared directly into Mike’s eyes, and in that second Mike’s world froze. The tiny held out his arm, all teary-eyed and croaked out a single word.


‘Everet-‘


But before he could finish, his vision was overtaken by darkness, surrounded by the warm moist breath of the mountain rescuer. As the tiny looks back to the outside with his arm outstretched, there was only Darren's toothy grin looking back at him, before the pearly white gates slammed shut.


Each chew was like an earth-shattering quake throwing the tiny left, right, up down. He didn’t even know what those directions were anymore, constantly being washed away in a pool of saliva. There was so much going on that Mike didn't even hear the gulping sound of Everett's throat muscles contracting, pulling the tiny down at light speed to the dark, silent void of the stomach, where only muffled sound through the walls remained. As soon as Mike could feel the tingling sensation around his skin, he closed his eyes, lied back, and did nothing.


Back in the house, Darren had excused himself from the party temporarily. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the ant-sized Jeremy, dangling the tiny from his fingers. Below, the tiny could see a large pair of blue boots, another familiar piece of attire famous for being a choice of cosplay, given who they belonged to.


‘W-wait a minuTEEEEEEE’


Jeremy felt the world spinning around him as he felt the release of Darren’s fingers, every split-second seeing Darren’s grinning face. But not only was his mind sent into a haze from the plunge, but the world also began to stretch out at an alarming rate.


Finally hitting the ground, Jeremy was almost surprised the fall didn’t kill him, save for a few broken bones and bruises all over his body. It didn’t take him long to figure out where he was, having seen the pair of Everett’s famous blue shoes before falling. What did surprise him was how much bigger it was. Looking up to the opening of the shoe were walls double, no, triple the size any man-made object has ever been built.


‘Better make yourself to the toe section if you don’t wanna become a mite-stained blood splat, good luck.’


Darren didn’t even bother to finish off his final tiny victim. Instead, he hung around the porch with all the shoes, seeing his guests off. When the moment came for Everett to leave, he couldn’t help but look intensely at the mountain rescuer sliding his foot in the shoe where Jeremy was. Did he make it to a safe spot? Was he crushed in an instant? Or will the sweat and heat kill him? These questions ran through Darren’s mind, like a sadistic scientist observing an experiment. One thing he was sure of, the answer didn’t matter, because that shoe would be Jeremy’s life, and death, however long that may be.

Careless

hoom Thoom Thoom

Brendan ignored the giant footsteps and kept his eyes on his goal. Across the vast plain of beige pillars he was swinging through sat a brown box the size of an apartment complex. His box. A box stolen by his shitbag roommate. A box filled with important sentimental treasures. A box his roommate refused to accept as Brendan's because quote: "Anything in my room is mine." Carlos' typical careless demeanor.

Thoom Thoom

There was no chance Brendan could fight the asshole on it considering their size and weight differential. Carlos was a typical narcissistic meathead jock standing at 6'1" and covered in lean, veiny muscle. The dude worked out like his life depended on it and loved to intimidate and threaten others. A self-proclaimed "alpha" which the asshole always made sure everyone else knew, other men especially. Meanwhile, Brendan's thin frame had nothing on Carlos, and he stood at only 5'4". The last time he stepped foot in the jock's room resulted in nearly getting his ass beat, and he didn't want to risk that happening again.

"Fucker even set up a damn camera over his door," he thought while continuing his journey. The camera looked straight down the doorframe to see anyone coming in or out. The territorial "alpha" also liked to check the carpet for footprints and leave little things around that were inconspicuous yet easy to accidentally move, evidencing someone had "invaded his turf."

Brendan figured if Carlos wanted to play this stupid game, he should outsmart the big idiot. His shrinking device needed a test run, and he needed his belongings back. Two birds, one stone. With the closing of the front door signaling Carlos had left, the shorter roommate enacted his plan. He stood just out of the camera's view, set the device to flea size, set a timer for automatic regrowth, and hit the confirmation button. His journey began with getting to the edge of the carpeted room, climbing up a pillar of beige carpet tuft, and learning the best way to swing himself to the next one to progress his way across the wide expanse of the now colossal bedroom. A simple mission of getting in undetected, shrinking the box for easy traversal in his pocket, and leaving before turning back to normal size along with the box. Considering how much crap Carlos kept in his room, Brendan figured the jacked idiot wouldn’t even notice the box gone.

All had started off flawlessly, but life had other plans. The equivalent of just a few feet across the carpet was all Brendan was able to traverse before Carlos had shown back up. The towering mass of jock muscle entering the room nearly made the shrunken man lose his mind. Everyday inanimate objects like carpet being huge? Fascinating. A roided out jackass meathead with a violent territorial nature being huge? Horrifying. Over eleven thousand feet of aggressive muscle was now wandering around the room, each careless footstep causing deep quakes and containing the power to end Brendan at a moment's notice.

Thoom

Shoulders, arms, and hands getting exhausted.

Thoom Thoom

A robotic voice saying, "Twenty minutes." The size device was keeping time and giving him updates. So little time left and he wasn’t even to the box yet.

Thoom thoom thOOM

Ears ringing from the titan's loud footfalls. Every effort to repress fear.

THOOM

A dangerously close step. The tuft of carpet he was launching off of vibrated, and his leap was sabotaged. Brendan couldn't get a good grasp on the next tuft. Falling. Panic. Hands reaching desperately for anything to grab. One finally caught a bundle of fibers, and the fall slid to a stop. The other hand reached up to help distribute weight. Deep breathing to steady himself.

THOOM THOOM thoom

Retreating. The giant jock was retreating. Safety... for now. Brendan started to climb as he'd ended up almost halfway down one of the carpet fibers. About a tenth of an inch for normal sized people but about fifteen feet for him currently. "Shouldn't have..." he grunted. "Gone so small..." Exertion. Maneuvering between and pushing out of the way individual strands sticking out between carpet fibers. "Wouldn't have... Cared about an ant..." More of the colossal room coming back into view. "Fucking... Flea...?" Legs wrapped around the top of the tuft. "Idiot..." A dozen tufts away stood the massive box.

Thoom

"Fifteen minutes," chimed out from his device.

"Shit," he said and started to swing himself again. "Hurry it up, Brendan!" Distance crossed in desperate speed. Only a few more fibers remaining.

Thoom thoom thOOM THOOM

The muscle titan approached again. One last pillar.

THOOM THOOM

Powerful winds whipped past the shrunken interloper, and the pillar he was latched onto shook violently from the power. Arms and legs wrapped around the carpet tuft and gripped with all their strength.

THOOM THOOM

Heart pounding. Pure terror. Deep shadow cast over everything. Silence, save for his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.

BOOOOOM

The groan of carpet being compressed beneath the weight of a colossus. A shockwave blast assaulting his ears with the sound of its immensity. Wind powerful enough to have sent Brendan flying again if he hadn't kept his grip. Then, stillness and warmth. Warmth...? Brendan made the mistake of opening his eyes and looking over his shoulder. A dark brown wall covered in long horizontal indentations was radiating heat onto him. It was just a few feet away, having nearly crushed the flea-sized man. He let his eyes follow the wall up.

A white ridge jutted out the top of the massive wall a hundred feet up. The underside was covered in splotches of grime, chunks of brown, and other indescribable large objects. The ridge nearly reached from the wall to the box, covering all of Brendan's sky. He took a deep breath through the mouth in fear. Instant regret. The air was thick with revolting filth. He gagged on the stench and choked on the taste of whatever sat in the air. Labored coughs. Eyes watering. Pushing down the need to vomit.

SHHHHhhck

The wall slid across the carpet away from Brendan. Over a thousand feet of distance brought relief from the overpowering aroma of the object. Sucking in fresher air. Wiping away tears.

CRACK

A piercing noise slammed down from above, and the shadow's darkness deepened. Gritted teeth at pain in his ears. Had he been seen? Was Carlos about to squash him like the puny little bug he was? Brendan risked his sanity to behold his nemesis once more. Eyes looked out to see that a thousand feet away stood a foot, angled up to rest on the ball and toes. "That... was his pinky toe..." the flea gasped in realization about the earlier massive wall of dark brown and its horrid stank. Up his eyes continued along the thousands of feet of shaven lower leg and its massive calf muscle until his neck was leaned fully back to look directly upwards. A knee filling the sky. The bone had evidently cracked when Carlos moved it to lean onto the one leg.

Shhhhck

Dark brown foot flesh shifted sideways in the distance. The leg and knee above moved to the side, revealing more of the careless asshole overhead. A thigh bulging with muscle and covered in thick veins reached its way up behind the knee to above where the foot rested. Brendan saw a wall of white clinging tightly to the giant jock's leg. "Boxers," he thought.

CRACK. ShhhhHHHCK

Fluid motion from the mile long stretch of muscular leg. The foot came sliding back towards Brendan, crossing the large distance in a single moment. It came to rest off to the side far enough not to threaten crushing him but close enough that its pungent aroma still reached him. The knee and thigh straightened as the foot moved. When everything settled, the flea-sized man's eyes rested on a sight that made him feel like the tiniest man in the world. The huge roommate had moved from one bent knee to fully standing, and his white boxers now hung loose like a curtain. There was a fully clear view up the leg to what was hidden behind the white curtain.

A dark brown cock almost thirteen hundred feet long extended forward and curved down at full attention, the fabric of the boxers distended forward by the hard flesh. A shaved ball sack that could store and churn through thousands of Brendans at his current size was compressed up beneath the base of the monolithic penis.

Ffffffwoop

Hands. Enormous hands appeared. Fingers dipped into the waistband of the boxers. White fabric slowly slid across immense length of dark brown. Giga cock bent more and more until its enormous, pinkish brown head was aimed down at Brendan. Edge of white passed pinkish brown. Then, the jock's enormous manhood flung upwards like a springlock.

fffffFFFF

Hands and fabric continued their descent towards the invading mite. "He's fucking stripping..." Brendan breathed out in awe. The sky became filled with white until its surface touched down upon him.

BOOOOM

The nearby foot's impact exploded out somewhere beyond the underwear, free of its confines. Carlos had stepped his right leg out of the boxers.

FFFFSSSSHHHH

Thousands of feet of soft boxer fabric sliding against an endless sea of rough beige carpet. The passage of white threatened to drag Brendan along with it. Pulling. Grabbing. Scraping. The grip of micro arms and legs battled the oppressive force of giant underwear. Then... reprieve. And light.

BOOM

Wherever the left foot was in the far distance took its position back on the floor after kicking away the discarded boxers. Brendan was shaking in fear. His grip had nearly slipped during the chaos. Why in the hell was Carlos stripping?

SHHHHhhck

Away the close foot went once more and its revolting musk with it. Shadow covering the world darkened as enormous legs bent again. Brendan gulped and looked up. Eyes widened in horror. He started hyperventilating. There, a few hundred feet above, was the gaping maw of his asshole roommate's piss slit. Mega cock flesh was pressed against the outside of Brendan's box, aiming it straight down. Pinkish brown cockhead surface extended in every direction. A world of enormous manhood stared at the flea below, careless at his minuscule existence.

Shhhhck BOOOOM BOOOOM

Brendan barely held onto the carpet. The god's other foot slid back too. Then, two knees slammed into the ground hundreds of feet to his left and right.

FFFFTTTHHH

Carpet bending and compressing as the gigantic roommate sat on his feet and knees. The distance between the mite and the head of the giant's cock shrunk from hundreds of feet to fifty or sixty in an instant. Brendan looked behind him to see the pinkish brown flesh resting a relatively short way away and barely above the carpet. Motion. Eyes darted upwards. An ab-rippled dark brown stomach and the vast pecs above leaned forward past where the flea-sized man was attempting to survive. Bending, straining, stretching. Deep shadow from something approaching. No chance to brace himself as Brendan's attention was upwards.

FFFTTTHH

The tip of Carlos' cockhead made contact with the carpet as he leaned forward to look through Brendan's box of random shit. Right on top of where the speck was holding onto a quarter inch tuft of carpet that stood at over thirty feet for the tiny man. Darkness. Body contorted and pinned. Intense heat. Arms and face jammed into a massive hole spewing out choking musk. Front half pressed into by hot fleshiness and back half smashed down onto coarse carpet fibers. The shrunken man screamed into the endless void of his roommate's piss slit.

SHHHCK

Painful scraping. Skin burning from friction. Brendan was pulled along the carpet as the giant moved again. Along the ground... then up. He could feel himself lift with his captor.

BOOM

Carlos had leaned back, gotten off his legs, and sat down fully, his cock now pointing forward instead of down.

"ANNOYING RUNT'S GARBAGE"

The roommate's words were as a proclamation from the heavens, a rumbling bass that rattled the tiny man to the core while he was partially stuck in the entrance of the giant's urethra. "Leave my shit alone you stupid fuck!" Brendan screamed, his voice echoing off the cavernous walls descending down the inside of the shaft.

"THIS SHOULD BE FUN"

Shhlllpp

A slight change in gravity then more slick fleshiness. Brendan felt his arms and head slide deeper into the tunnel. "Fuck fuck FUCK," he screamed. He was too small. Too little mass to exert any friction against something so enormous. Shoulders yanked back. Arms and head slid out some. A minor success, but easily undone.