Content Warning: This story is
not intended for minors. It contains, size related violence,
crushing, gore, destruction, vore, callousness towards tinies,
implied violence against adults and minors, and references to
sexuality
It does not, however contain incest, despite
featuring a father and daughters of differing size
A Cruel Reunion
As my legs dangled in the air,
and I felt a breeze flow around them, I dared not look down. I kept
my eyes closed shut as tight as they could go. The fear I had always
known scratched away inside my skull; the fear of heights.
Perhaps to be expected of one
from a world ruled by a pair of gigantic gods that spent their time
towering over everything, ravaging cities, and rewarding the pious
with size of their own to dominate and rule the world while they’re
away. My fear, however, started even before they revealed themselves
to the world. I myself was crushed in one of their divine frolics.
That is how I wound up in a whole new gigantic world nearly beyond my
comprehension. At least I had my daughters to support me.
That is to say, they were
literally supporting me at that moment. Each had roped one her arms
under mine and off we were. In the time since I had last seen them
they had grown to full adulthood and each stood nearly twice my size
with well-toned athletic bodies like the amazons of ancient legend
and myth. Each also sported a huge feathery pair of wings like those
of the angels my world believed in in the before times.
Despite the years, I recognized
them as soon as I saw them; Meghan with her button nose and freckles
so like her mother’s; Kelly with her cleft nose and the strong chin
that runs in my family. Both had grown up to be beautiful young woman
and that was pretty remarkable, because the last time I’d seen
either of them was on the occasion of their deaths.
Ten
years before, when they were both in their late tweens, both
had been sacrifices for the big Swalloween festival in October. If
they had lived, they’d be in their twenties, just as they appeared
here, in the afterlife, in the Castle
of the Gods.
I thought about it all as we
soared through a series of hallways. They had both been eaten by one
of the gigantic “bishops” of the High Church. I took them there.
I told them before we left that lots of people were going. The more
who went the lower risk of being eaten. And of course there was the
reward. Whoever brought themselves would receive immunity from
personal injury or being devoured by a giant for the next year,
unless you committed a crime, of course. Luck just wasn’t on the
girls side that day.
Or maybe it had, after all. They
were now personal servants of our gods, and they looked to be in
perfect health.
The movement sent my stomach
lurching, and I swallowed to try and stop myself barfing. Meghan must
have sensed my discomfort.
“Don’t worry Daddy.” She
said in a voice so familiar to me, if a bit deeper and more matured.
“We’ll have you home soon.”
I gulped and closed my eyes
again.
“We’re going to be going up
now Dad,” Kelly said, “Just a warning, I know how you feel about
high places.”
“It’s something you might
need to work on in this place.” Meghan said and I was sure I could
hear a suppressed giggle in her voice.
Just as I had been warned, the
two shifted around me so that we were now flying straight upward. I
could hear the mighty whooshing of their beating wings, and I would
have wondered at their marvelous precision if I wasn’t in complete
mental shutdown from the fear.
“Almost there now,” Meghan
said, “we’re going up to our spot in the servant’s tower, well,
the Southeastern Servant’s tower.”
As we ascended I could hear
others around us, other servants I assumed as I could hear the
beating and flapping of more wings, and friendly voices calling out
greetings to my daughters.
“Hey, Meg, hey Kel,” an
inquisitive feminine voice said, “Whatcha got there?”
“Never you mind,” Kelly
said. “Our business, anyway you’ll find out later.”
Other voices called out their
own greetings and inquiries. All politely rejected by my daughters.
The angle of our ascent changed and I could tell that we were making
some kind of wide turn. Then we were descending, then we stopped and
my two girls gently lowered me onto solid seeming ground.
“You can open your eyes now.”
Meghan said.
I did.
I
was standing on a floor made of gray polished stone. Warm
light, as if from torches nearby, gave everything a flickering dream
quality. A few yards in
front of us
stood a great doorway carved out of cemented stones. Great to me
anyway. To my larger daughters it must have been about the size of a
normal doorway. There was no door, just a tall rectangular
doorway formed from the
gray stones. I looked to
the left and right and saw other similar doorways carved into the
wall, which I realized had a very slight curve to it.
“This is the place.” Kelly
said. “Our spot.”
The two of them strode ahead,
their flowing white togas drifting and catching a breeze. I felt the
breeze too. These two towering women stood, one on each side of the
doorway. As they did their wings folded up into their backs and
disappeared. I must have been staring. Kelly looked down right into
my face.
“The wings are just for
getting around, Dad.” Meghan said. “They’d be pretty awkward in
our apartment.”
“Sorry,” I said, “It’s
all just so crazy. I died during the gods’ rampage and now I really
am in their palace with you two girls, it’s all just… just…”
I couldn’t help it. The tears trickled down my face, and I felt my
nose starting to run.
“Oh, Daddy,” Meghan said,
sympathy in her voice. She walked back over to me, knelt down to my
level and put her arms around my back in the biggest hug I’d ever
had. “It’s all going to be alright. You’re here now, and you
impressed the mistress so much, she gave you this special reward.”
She eased up on the hug, pulled back and looked me down into my face
again. An eerie feeling went up my spine as my little eyes meet her
huge eyes, here was my little daughter hugging me and comforting me,
with a head twice the size of my own. As she released me I took and
instinctual step backwards out of the hug.
“Woah, Dad, be careful.”
Kelly called out. I stumbled ever so slightly, but Meghan caught my
wrist in her huge strong hand. Her nails sunk into my skin and I
noticed they were shiny and hot pink as if freshly manicured.
She steadied me. “C’mon
Daddy, it’s time to go in.”
She stood back up to her full
height, and with her huge hand still around my wrist, I felt a bit
like I was the child. She led me up the flagstones that made up a
little walkway to their front door. I glanced backward and saw that
we were standing on a sort of stone landing that extended out a bit
and then terminated immediately like a big constructed cliff. We were
inside an incredibly vast chamber bigger than any cathedral or wonder
on the world we came from. And along the vast curved walls were
torches and candelabra providing the whole interior with flickering
light. In that brief glance I saw other servants flitting about here
and there flying up or down or around, on their various tasks, I
assumed. The last thing I noticed was that off in the distance
between our outcropping and the opposite wall of the tower there was
something. I couldn’t quite make out what it was, but there was
definitely some sort of structure in the center between one side and
the other, little lights maybe, I knew there would be time to ask
Meghan and Kelly about it.
As we neared the door, Meghan
released my wrist, satisfied that I could make the rest of the walk.
I walked through the doorway, feeling like I was entering some
megalithic structure. Leaving the flicker of torchlight behind, I
found myself greeted by a dark room.
“I’ll get the lights.”
Meghan said.
I heard a familiar click, and
the room was illuminated by completely standard electric lighting.
There was a recessed circle in the ceiling, and from it poured
absolutely normal pale electric light. I looked around the room. I’m
not sure what I expected of the palace of the gods, but it wasn’t
this little apartment. It was big compared to me of course, but for
two women the size of my daughters, it must have been a bit cramped.
“Shall we give you the tour?”
Kelly asked.
We seemed to have come in
through a little kitchenette area with a small counter, a sink, and a
small stove with an oven. An average sized refrigerator, still huge
to me, stood at the end of the little counter. A metal spigot,
similar to the sink’s but with a more complicated looking set of
dials, stuck out of the wall between the sink and fridge with it’s
opening aimed down at the little counter-top.
Past the kitchenette was a
little round table with four chairs around it which sat directly
under the ceiling light. Next to it sat a couch facing a wide
flat-screen TV mounted on the stone wall. The opposite wall had a
strange thing there. An archway that looked decidedly different than
the front doorway. It was perfectly round like a cartoon mouse-hole
and had a little frame made of red brick that looked a little like
Spanish tile. There was a normal wooden door in the wall directly
ahead. Everything looked ever so slightly cheap, aside from the
mystery arch, which made me feel weird when I looked at it.
“You’ve seen the kitchen,
and our luxurious dining room.” Kelly continued, a sarcastic tone
in her voice. “Over on that side we have our living room.” She
strode over to the couch. I stepped further in.
Meghan came up behind me. “Have
a seat Dad, we’ve got stuff to talk about.”
I walked up to the table which
was just a little taller than I was. Looking at the chair, I felt
like a toddler or a hobbit. I leaned over and tried to boost myself
up, but I’ve never been an athletic man and found myself
floundering, and scrambling with my legs.
Big warm hands came up under my
arms and hoisted me up. Kelly turned me around and placed me down in
the chair.
“Thank you,” I said, “And
thank you Meg, for catching me outside.”
“No prob,” Meghan said.
“It’s a big adjustment coming to this place.”
Kelly stood with her arms
crossed looking a bit impatient. “Are you ready for the rest of the
tour?”
“Sure,” I said.
She walked over to the door
opposite the entrance. It was a standard brown wooden door like you
might see in many houses.
“This is our bedroom. It’s
our private space, and there’s no reason for you to ever come in
here.”
“Where will I sleep?”
“The couch folds out.” Kelly
said. “At your size you might need one of us to help you unfold
it.”
“I see, well, I don’t have
any problem respecting you girls’ privacy of course, but what about
mine?”
“Well,” Kelly said, audible
hesitation in her voice, “we could request an extra bedroom get
installed. It’s pretty unusual, but hopefully they will make
an exception for you. If they’re in a good mood.”
“Ah,” I replied, reminded of
the capricious personality of our gods.
“There’s the bathroom of
course,” Meghan said. She opened the door next to the eerie
archway. I twisted and saw that inside was a small tile floored
bathroom with a toilet, sink, and a one person shower stall.
“And what about that?” I
pointed at the arch. From my new perch, I saw further into it. It
seemed like it led into a long long tunnel, but it was so dark and
shadowy in there that it was hard to tell if it was a few feet deep,
or many many yards, or even more.
“Well,” Meghan hesitated.
“That’s a Return Tunnel.”
Kelly said. “It’s another way back here.”
“Back here from what?” I
asked.
“From death,” Kelly said
matter-of-factly.
“But we’re already dead.”
I said puzzled.
“Right,” Kelly said. “Well,
imagine that when we flew you up here we’d slipped and dropped
you or that when Meghan caught you on the landing out there, she’d
missed and you’d fallen down the tower shaft.
Once you’d hit the ground and
splatted, as it were, you’d feel floaty for a bit, then come back
into the castle through one of these tunnels. As servants, we get one
in our quarters for convenience.”
“Do you die a lot?” I asked.
“A bit.” Meghan said. “The
master and mistress have standards. And very little tolerance for
falling short of them.”
My stomach growled audibly.
“Oh, Daddy.” Meghan said,
seemingly relieved to be talking about something besides death. “You
must be hungry.”
“I’m a little surprised to
be honest.” I said. “I didn’t know being dead would be so much
like living.”
Meghan stood up from her chair
towering over me again. “I’ll get you something Dad.” She went
off behind me and I heard her moving things around in the
kitchenette.
“Oh, shit!” Kelly blurted.
“Are we on dinner service tonight?”
I heard something like boxes
being moved around.
“No, no,” Meghan said in a
reassuring tone. “Cyrus told me that we were relieved of any other
duties while we’re settling Dad in tonight; special orders from the
Lady. So we have the night free unless…”
Meghan left it at that, and
relief came over her freckled face. It made me think of my wife and I
felt the tears coming back. I sniffed.
“Oh,” Meghan said, concern
returning to her voice. “What’s wrong daddy?”
“Oh,” I said, “I just
missed your mother. I hope she’ll be alright on her own.”
Meghan smiled, “I’m sure
she’ll be fine. I remember her being so smart and brave.”
I sniffed more and the tears
rand down my face warm and wet.
A loud ding sounded back in the
kitchenette, and Kelly returned with a steaming plastic tray.
“Mom’ll be alright,” she
said. “She’ll be here eventually, don’t worry. In the meantime
you need to eat, Dad.”
The tray placed before me looked
like a fairly standard microwave meal. There was a compartment with
green beans, one with mashed potatoes, one with apple cobbler, and a
big compartment with a slab of mystery meat. At my size it was huge,
as was the fork Kelly handed me to eat it with. I had to hold it in
my whole fist, but I made the best of it and dug in. The girls beamed
at me and occasionally at each other.
“Aren’t you two going to
eat?”
They exchanged a strange look
between the two of them.
“Well,” Kelly said, “we
already ate earlier and we generally take our dinner later than this.
We were planning to have friends over before you got crushed, but now
we want your first night to be relatively easy before you get more
into the hustle of life here.
A sting of guilt got me in my
stomach. “Well,” I said, “I don’t want to disrupt your plans,
besides I’d have to meet your friends eventually, right?”
“I guess that’s so.”
Meghan said, then gave a little smirk.
I ate my food. The meat tasted
pretty odd, but not exactly bad, the vegetables tasted like reheated
frozen vegetables.
“This is pretty good.” I
lied.
Meghan smiled. “It’s okay if
you don’t like it. It’s just what people here eat, well,” she
smirked knowingly, “before…”
“Before what?” I asked
between chews.
“Before they’re ready to
really settle in, come to terms with things, and
embrace the way of life our gods have set up for us.” Meghan said.
Kelly wore a bemused smirk.
She didn’t need to tell me
more. I knew what kind of gods we had. What kind of foods they
enjoyed.
“Have you?” I asked, setting
down my fork.
“Settled in?” Meghan asked.
“Well, yes, Dad. I hope that doesn’t freak you out, but I might
as well say it. Kelly and I eat people, daddy. We do it everyday
several times a day.”
I looked away from them,
blushing feeling embarrassed at my naive question.
“It’s okay Dad.” Kelly
said. “It takes time to embrace these things. We don’t need to
talk about it too much yet, and we’re not going to do anything like
that in front of you. Not until you’re ready for it.”
“They are delicious though,
Daddy.” Meghan added. “And they squirm and panic so
delightfully.”
I picked at my meal, losing my
appetite a bit. I couldn’t help but picture my daughters, who were
being so kind to me, brutalizing and devouring tiny people leaving
them to digest in their stomachs, just like they had been devoured
and digested years earlier.
“Are you two,” I paused,
“are you two mad at me?”
“For what?” Kelly asked.
“For taking you both to
Swalloween.”
“For getting us eaten, you
mean?” Kelly asked.
I nodded.
Kelly looked back and forth
between me and Meghan, as if trying to think of something. Then she
lit up. Her expression took me back to her childhood. She always got
this look on her face, twisted smile, a certain gleam in her eye,
when she had an idea.
“Dad, you know about how we
died, why don’t you tell us about how you died.”
“It’s pretty graphic,” I
said.
“That’s okay,” Meghan
said. She stepped over to the table and sat down as Kelly did
likewise. “Their expression betrayed their anticipation. I realized
that they were going to enjoy hearing about what happened to me.”
I told them about the rampage
and the destruction. I told them about the evacuation of my building.
How I ended up saving the Lady from the Master’s cock and got
crushed under it myself, then waking up in a dark tunnel and walking
out into the gods’ presence.
As I told the story they both
seemed slightly delighted. At one point, when I described the
enormous veined cock crushing me, Meghan actually fanned herself with
hand. I decided not to think through the implications.
“Wow,” Kelly said, “that’s
so totally brutal.”
“Mistress must have really
liked the way you splattered, to give you this privilege.” Meghan
said.
“It sounds like you really
suffered, Dad.” Kelly said, “but at least it was pretty quick.”
“I guess,” I said.
“What do I do now that I’m
here?”
“Serve the Castle.” Meghan
said. “I’m not sure what form that will take yet. For now though,
you’ll stay with us. We have to get you up to speed though. Tell
you about the rules.”
“What are the rules?”
“There are a few.” Kelly
said.
“Number one,” Meghan
said,”what the gods say goes.”
“Two,” Kelly said. “If you
are bigger, you may do what you please.”
“Number three,” Meghan said.
“If you are smaller, you may do what you can get away with.”
“And finally the fourth rule,”
Kelly said, “Any crimes committed against those of the same size
will be punished swiftly, harshly, and creatively.”
“So,” I said, “Does that
mean anyone could just come in here and I don’t know, take me for
themselves?”
Kelly smiled, “Not really Dad.
For one thing as servants, we are in the highest size category short
of a god, and stealing you would be a crime against us that only
another servant could commit, thus someone the same size. But if you
were to wander out on your own, and get snatched up by another
servant, that would be down to arbitration.”
“Which you don’t want,”
Meghan chimed in.
“And of course the gods do as
they will.” Kelly said, “If they asked for you, we’d have to
give you to them.”
“I see,” I said.
The rules weren’t that
different from those of the world where I’d been living that
morning, not surprising since the same beings came up with them.
“Now that you know the rules,
there’s one more matter to settle.” Kelly said.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Tell us about the family,
please?” She asked. “How are they doing?”
That was the start of a
conversation that went on for hours as I updated the girls on our
immediate and distant relatives and friends. I told them how their
mother and I decided not to have more kids after their deaths, that
she was doing very well, throwing herself into a her career as a
counselor for other people who’d lost their loved ones to size
violence. In return, they told me a little about the ones who had
already died and ended up in the castle.
“I saw cousin Steve a few
weeks back.” Kelly said at one point and glanced at her sister, who
glared back. “We didn’t talk long though.”
Meghan’s glare melted after a
moment, and the two of them shared a mysterious smirk. I wondered
what it meant. As I went on updating them on family, I wondered if it
meant that he’d been eaten or crushed by the gods, or if, maybe,
Meghan and Kelly had done something to him themselves. They never got
along that well, and both my daughters already told me that they ate
the smaller people here. I knew it was something I’d eventually
have to face up to. The rules said that the ‘bigger may do what
they please’. Both had been helpful and loving so far, but in the
pit of my stomach, I knew that they didn’t have to be. They could
do whatever they wanted to me if they decided to. I was in their
custody.
As conversation wound down we
all started to yawn. It had been a long day. We got out of our
chairs, Meghan and Kelly quite easily, I had to hop down a little.
Kelly said that they would see about getting some furniture to
accommodate my size soon.
My daughters each bent down to
kiss and hug me in turn. We said our ‘I love you’s when Meghan
made a surprise move and picked me up off the ground. Kelly moved in
from behind, and the two of them engulfed me in the biggest group hug
I’d ever had. Their breasts pressed in around me in a way that was
both comfortable, physically, and also very uncomfortable,
psychologically.
“Don’t worry daddy,”
Meghan said. “we’ll keep you safe.”
“We love you.” Kelly said.
“Have a good night, and I’m sure you’ll get used to life here
in no time.”
They put me back down and helped
me get the hide-a-bed unfolded. Then they said their final
‘good-nights’, turned off the light, and retreated to their
bedroom.
I got undressed. Down to my
undershirt and boxers. Apparently you keep whatever clothes you die
in, so I was stuck with my work clothes at that moment. I laid down
in the dark in what seemed, to me, an incredibly large fold out bed.
As I lay there going over the day’s events I wondered what else
could be in store for, me. How did someone like me, not a tiny food
or pleasure slave, but not a full servant either, do in this place.
It was never covered in any of the church literature I’d read, but
then again neither were the rules the girls taught me, other than the
gods making the rules, of course. Eventually tiredness came over me,
as I drifted off, I could swear I heard the oddest thing from the
girls’ bedroom; tiny little screams.
----
I awoke to the sounds of ringing
bells. My eyes were open in an instance. Meghan and Kelly were moving
around the apartment with some urgency. Meghan looked over at me,
seeing that I was awake.
“Sorry, dad, no time for chat.
The Master and Mistress are calling in servants and we dare not be
late.”
“It would be unfortunate and
painful.” Kelly added.
Both were wearing flowing cloth
garments similar to togas. “Of course,” I said. “Go do your
jobs. I’ll be fine here.”
“I know you will Dad.”
Meghan said. “You’ll be safe as long as you stay in the
apartment. There’s plenty of non-human based food in the fridge if
you get hungry.”
“And a Tiny Tube over by the
sink if you get curious.” Kelly smirked.
“Thanks,” I said, wondering
how I’d even be able to get up to the tube.
“I’ll remind you not to go
in our room, but aside from that, you have the run of the place. Love
you Dad.” Meghan said.
“Love you.” Kelly repeated
her sister and blew a kiss backward.
And just like that, they ran out
to the little outcropping, joined by around half a dozen other people
of similar size. They all unfurled their wings and took to the air. I
was there, in the apartment, on my own.
I looked around, still in a bit
of a haze. The thought occurred to just lay down and try to get more
sleep, but the pressure in my bladder and the growling in my stomach
said otherwise. Scooting off of the bed, I got up and went to the
bathroom. As I did, I glanced once at the door to the girls’ room.
The memory came back to me. Tiny little screams in the night.
I stepped into the bathroom and
managed to boost myself up and use the oversize toilet. I had to sit
on it to pee, and felt a little like a toddler. I flushed it and
looked up at the sink. I wasn’t sure how I was going to get up
there to use it. As I was thinking about the problem, I blinked, and
in the space of that blink a little stepladder appeared in front of
the sink. I smiled. Maybe this was one of the accommodations my
daughters mentioned the night before. I climbed up and washed my
hands. The liquid soap provided smelled good, and the water was nice
and soft. When I got back to the bottom of the step ladder, my
stomach grumbled fiercely.
I took the stepladder with me
into the kitchenette, set it down, and climbed up high enough to
reach the counter. I looked at the ‘Tiny Tube’ as Kelly called
it. There were various knobs and dials, and what looked like a sort
of pump handle. The dials and knobs seemed to allow a person to pick
the size and amount of little people the faucet would produce. One
dial seemed to be specifically for adjusting the percentages of
different sexes and genders of the people. I wondered if there was a
difference between the taste of men and women, or trans or cis
people. It all seemed a little overwhelming. I felt a little
temptation creeping up my spine. The pump was right there. I could
just pull it, and join my new world, feasting on those who were
smaller than me. My mouth watered a little. The giants in my world
had so relished devouring smaller people. This was my chance to try
such grim luxuries for myself. I inched my hand closer to the handle.
The handle was covered in some soft black material that formed quite
a comfortable grip even for someone my size. I clutched it. It felt
so forbidden. Someone like me was the victim of things like this, not
the perpetrator. I pulled ever so slightly. Humming vibrated the wall
softly, like a refrigerator running a cycle. It all reminded me a
little of vending ice from a soda machine. Only a split second after
the humming started, the faucet released a trickle of little naked
men. All were quite young, about my daughters’ ages and all quite
trim and traditionally handsome, also all naked. From my perspective,
each man was around the size of a canned sardine. To my daughters,
they would’ve been all too easy to simply swallow whole. A little
more than a half dozen tumbled out onto the counter before I lost my
nerve, and released it. The humming stopped immediately. The little
men were of various skin tones and ethnicity. They sat were they
landed, seeming to be a bit dazed from the experience. My stomach
growled at the sight of them, but my mind rebelled.
These are people.
It screamed. You can’t just eat them.
I
forced myself to pick one up, and looked at him closer. He was of a
pale complexion similar to myself. His eyes looked right up into
mine. He looked so tiny and fragile. His eyes darted around and he
seemed to be realizing his situation. I
felt his soft weight in my hand, but he was so light. I caught some
movement on the counter-top. The little men there were all starting
to come around, it seemed. Looking
at their surroundings, some of them were getting up to their feet. I
felt movement in my palm. The little man I held was likewise trying
to stand up. I closed my hand around him, gently, but firmly. My
stomach rumbled. I started moving him up to my mouth.
That’s when I heard his little
voice. “Please,” he squeaked, “please.”
My
heart stopped my hand. I knew I couldn’t do it. I looked down at
the counter. Several of the men were now standing, and immediately
made a break for it. They dashed to the counter edge. I brought my
hand down, blocking most of them. A
couple managed to outrace me, and leapt from the counter down to the
floor. Instinctively I swept the remaining men off the counter, over
into the sink. They chirped little screams, and it was obvious I
injured a few in the process. I dropped the one in my hand into the
sink as well. I looked down at the floor, wondering
if the
jumpers had been injured or
killed in their falls. Instead, they were running off toward other
parts of the apartment at
high speed.
Great,
I thought, my first day as a roommate and
I’ve already let vermin, so to speak, into my daughters’
apartment.
I
looked back to the little guys in the sink. They were trying the
walls, but the metal was far too steep and slick for any of them to
climb. Some were shouting up at me to let them go. Others sat
quietly, seemingly resigned to their fate.
I
climbed down the stepladder, moved it over to the sink, and climbed
back up.
“Sorry guys.” I said to the
little group. “This isn’t really my place. I’m new and I cant
quite bring myself to eat you, but I also don’t think I should let
you loose in my daughter’s apartment.”
As I spoke I noticed that the
sink had an extra wide drain, and a handle next to the faucet. Along
its side was printed the words “TINY DISPOSAL”.
Maybe
that’s the most merciful thing for them.
I thought.
As
they begged and pleaded I used my hands to pluck them up and drop
them in the drain one by one. Then I pulled the handle. A sharp
whirring rose from the drain along with sharp
little cries and sobs, which
silenced abruptly. My heart
sank into my stomach. The whirring turned into squelching and popping
sounds. Eventually, it
was nothing but smooth whirring.
They’re
already dead, I thought, they’ll
just come to in a tunnel somewhere.
It
helped a little, but those final seconds in the drain must have been
pure terror
for the little guys. That
left the little escapees, but my stomach’s pangs were so great, I
had to get something to eat before I could do anything else.
I
went in the fridge and found a pasta microwave meal.
Not
much of a breakfast, I thought,
but I needed something. After it was heated
I went over to my sofa bed to eat. On the way, I grabbed the TV
remote, as big as a hardback novel in my little hand. I
sat down with my little meal, and turned on the TV.
I
don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t a scene of the inside
of someone’s mouth as the were eating. Especially, as they were
eating a dozen dozen
little people. It was a scene
of chaos. Little men and women screaming and struggling as a giant
pink tongue undulated under and around them. The lighting was perfect
to see every taste-bud; every little person’s face twisted in
terror and panic, every brownish red stain on the giant white teeth
as the slowly moved together with unfortunates trapped between them.
If the mouth was of a regular sized person, then the little people
inside would have been little bigger than sprinkles on a cake. The
little people all wore everyday modern clothes, mostly casual with a
few men and women in business clothes. My
stomach twisted and I pressed for a different channel.
The
next channel showed helicopter shots of a bright gleaming modern
city. I settled down and started eating my little pasta meal.
It
all looked very peaceful. I steeled myself with the knowledge that it
could change at any moment. The peace lasted for about five minutes,
then cut to a shot of the Lady, standing on a city street, wearing a
pretty white trenchcoat
and holding a microphone. She was smiling with
lips painted with a pale pink that looked very nice on her.
In my experience, when she
was smiling and wearing pretty lipstick,
that was bad news for somebody, usually everybody. As I ate, she
spoke.
“Greetings,
viewers, it is I your Lady and Mistress. I hope everyone is having a
wonderful, torturous,
and terrifying day in the Castle. As you can see we are in a bustling
metropolis.”
The shot cut to footage of
various citizens going about their day, walking down streets, sitting
on benches, and sitting in cars stopped at a light.
“What they don’t know is
that this is one of the many ‘Blindworlds’ we lay claim to. For
those many many newbies out there, that means that this world has no
idea that we own it, that their lives are subject to our whims, or
even that things like size-change are possible. This is great,
because when we finally show up to trash their cities and make their
lives a delicious hell, we get the most wonderful authentic
reactions. So if you love confused people wondering ‘Why, oh why!?’
this is happening to them, you’re in for a real treat today.”
“On the other hand, if you’re
not that into rampages, we also have prerecorded episodes of the
Chewing Show, the Squishing Show, and of course footage and live
programming from many other of our worlds on the other channels, but
this is the only channel where you can see a live multi-giant rampage
led by your favorite city obliterating deity,” she paused and the
shot zoomed in as she pointed at her own face, “Me!”
With that, the shot pulled back
as the Lady dropped her coat revealing her nude body and expanded
herself. In the background numerous other women were also expanding
up into view from between buildings.
I
continued eating my pasta. That
might seem a bit blasé,
but
they actually
had a
lot of programming like this, showing rampages, where I came from. I
could stand that compared to watching people get chewed to death and
I thought that maybe I’d learn more about life in the Castle.
As I watched, the destruction
commenced.
Street
level shots highlighted
expanding feet plowing into storefronts, shattering glass and
brickwork as well as obliterating
any people who happened to be
in their way.
There was a close up of a
little brown haired
white man in a t-shirt caught between a
woman’s expanding, pedicured,
shiny pink
painted
toes. The toes clenched and he crunched, bones breaking with
blood and gore spurting from
his mouth. The ‘camera?’ tilted
way way upward to the face of a
still growing woman, smiling from ear to ear at the carnage her
little movement had wrought. I already suspected
from the polish,
but as the shot zoomed in it became more
and more obvious. It was
Meghan. Still wearing the
toga she’d left in, but not sporting her wings.
My own flesh and blood was
delighting in the spattered
flesh and blood of another human being, albeit one much smaller.
The shot cut back to the Lady.
“I’ve
brought a few
very worthy
servants to help me have some fun in this poor unsuspecting city.
Those wonderfully brutal toes you
just saw belong to Meghan
Freemont, originally of Churchworld #0528. Just yesterday she and her
sister Kelly agreed to take in their
father, who got squished under my husband’s cock during yesterday’s
enforcement action. He did it
trying to save me from a similar fate, not realizing who I was. Such
bravery is not without it’s rewards. And the charity of his
daughters shouldn’t be either, they
could have left him to be part of the general pool of little folks if
they had chosen, and no one would think less of them,
especially since he was the one who condemned them to being swallowed
alive by one of our bishops on
that world in
the first place.”
It
cut to a wide shot of the Lady taking
a few steps over to Meghan.
In the process the Lady's feet crushed cars, people, and smaller
buildings out of existence as she had now reached about the 200 foot
range, as had my daughters and the other women on
screen.
The Lady held her microphone out
to Meghan's grinning face. “Meghan, if your father is watching
today, what would you like to say to him.”
“Oh,
shit.” Meghan blushed, her
tone became rather hesitant,
“In all the excitement I
forgot that he might be watching, my
Lady.”
Meghan turned
her head to look right
down the barrel of the camera, “You don’t have to watch if you
don’t want to, Dad, if you are
watching at the moment.
But this is what big people get
up to, and if you do decide
to watch, I hope you aren’t too scared of me and Kelly when we get
home. No matter what we do to the poor little
vict…, um, people here,
we’d never do anything to hurt you.”
The
Lady grinned. I got the impression that she was enjoying Meghan’s
little social discomfort.
“And
what about you Kelly?”
The shot cut to Kelly lifting up
a huge handful of squirming terrified people, with some of them
managing to wriggle free and fall to their doom, up to her mouth. She
blushed as she realized the Lady was speaking to her.
“Oh,
um,” Kelly stammered, “I hope that Dad will be able to join us
soon in the fun
things this lifestyle has to offer. It’s really not a big deal when
you get used to it. If you’re
watching I love you Dad. Remember, I’d never do this to you.”
Kelly
dumped all the little people into her mouth and closed it. She held
it closed and closed her eyes, obviously enjoying the struggles and
fear of her mouthful. Soon
she swallowed them
all whole and resumed speaking.
“You’re too big for one
thing. Anyway since you might be watching, me and Meghan promise not
to do anything too lewd in this particular rampage. I can’t say the
same for the other ladies here.”
“Certainly not for me.” The
Lady interrupted. “I plan to drown and squish many many citizens in
my thick pussy syrup.”
“Anyway,” Kelly continued,
“If you’re watching, Dad, we love you, and just remember, we
might be killing thousands today, but we’re also bringing in
thousands of new neighbors. Love you.” She blew a kiss toward the
camera and as she did a couple stray people flew from her mouth to
their certain deaths below.
Then
it cut to some of the other women who stopped
to introduce themselves and
talk about how happy they were to be on their first rampage on
another world. I watched for
a bit longer as women crushed more cars, and started in on the
buildings. One giant beautiful
black woman with her hair in
a short
Afro plunged her hand into a building
and withdrew it full of little people. She clenched her hand in a
fist with glee. Soon red pulp oozed out. I felt like I’d seen it
all before on my own world
and was about to turn the TV off, when it cut back to Meghan and
Kelly. They were working together herding the mobs of little people,
so they could corral them. When
they had them pinned in between two tall buildings
they started stomping away onto
the crowd. The
camera cut to graphic close ups of their enormous feet
flattening the bodies of
terrified
people, indifferent to their age or gender, man or woman, young or
old, all squished and died
alike
under the increasingly gory soles. It then
cut to Meghan
and Kelly’s faces, looking
down intently, beaming
with delight over
the carnage
they created
eradicating all
those
innocent people.
That’s
when I finally turned it off.
I
felt very funny inside. I
couldn’t help it. Part of me really enjoyed seeing my little girls
all grown up; powerful, enjoying the violent fun that only the very
elite of our world got to indulge in. It
was a kind of warm but
twisted familial pride
and fascination at how powerful
and violent they could really
be. Especially, when part of me still thought
of them as my innocent little girls. It
felt a lot like times on our world when I’d watch them
indulging in some kind of
little treat. I
wasn’t the one providing it this time, but it was a very similar
feeling, mixed with the strange horror at the helplessness of their
victims.
I
managed to eat
the rest of my food, and threw
the container into
the trash tube where it was
rapidly sucked away. My
hunger taken care of, my
thoughts turned to the little
men who got away. The
least I could do as my daughters’ guest was try to catch them. I
thought the most logical place for them to hide would be under the
couch, there was lots of
space for them to hide, and it would be difficult for me to move..
I got down on the floor, and did my best to look, but it was pretty
hard without a flashlight. Moving the couch, or even folding up the
bed was pretty out of the question at my small stature. I
looked in the kitchen cabinets and drawers looking for something to
reach with, but all I saw was
dishes, flatware, and cookware. There
were no flyswatters or back
scratchers,
or anything else lengthy
enough to reach under the
couch.
Eventually, I gave up. I’d
have wait until the girls got
home, tell them what
happened, and hope they were understanding. At least they’d be in a
good mood after all their
destructive
fun.
It was only an hour later they
came in through the doorway all giggles and beaming. Whatever else
they had done in the rampage, it was obvious that they thoroughly
enjoyed it.
“Hey Dad.” Kelly said. “Hope
you weren’t too bored at home.”
Meghan
looked over into the kitchenette. “Oh, I see they already sent you
the stepladder.”
I stood up from the couch to
greet them. Their togas and bodies were completely clean, no signs of
gore or mass destruction, so I guess they washed up on the way home.
“Things
were mostly okay.” I said.
“That’s good,” Meghan said
as she stepped over to me. She bent way down and pecked my forehead
with a little kiss.
“You,
uh, didn’t watch TV or anything did you?”
“I
did.” I said.
“Did you, uh, see…” Meghan
trailed off. She blushed, just as she did when the Lady was
interviewing her.
“Yes,” I said. “I saw what
you and your sister did. A little bit anyway.”
“You’re not ashamed of us,
are you daddy?” Kelly asked in a half-serious tone.
“Or scared of us?” Meghan
asked.
I
took a moment to reply. “I’m not. It’s strange to say, it
made me feel a little funny,
but I actually kind of enjoyed it.”
“Oh?” Meghan said, relief
evident in her eyes.
“The
two of you were so powerful. It was amazing. The
two of you just killed all those people with pleasure, no guilt, no
remorse. It should disgust me, and it does a little, but not as much
as it should.”
“What did you like the most?”
Kelly grinned.”
“Well,
first of all,
not in a sexual way, of course.” I
insisted.
“Of course not.” Kelly said.
“But there was something about
watching the two of you working together. It almost gave me, like,
pride, I guess.”
“So you’re not disgusted by
the stuff we did?” Meghan asked.
“A little.” I said. “But I
have some bad news.”
“What?” Meghan asked.
“I tried to have some tiny
people for breakfast. It didn’t work out. I just couldn’t go
through with it. I put most of them down the disposal, but a couple
managed to escape into the apartment. I’m so sorry.” I looked
down at my feet and felt myself blushing hot.
Meghan knelt down, hugged me,
and tousled my hair. “It’s alright, daddy. These things happen
all the time. They don’t cause much damage usually.”
“Plus,” Kelly said happily,
“we get to hunt them down.”
“Do
you think it would bother you, Dad?” Meghan
asked, looking into my eyes with great sympathy. “It will be
violent, but you’ll get to watch me and
Kelly hunt
together, up close.”
“It’s
your apartment,” I said. “I’m a guest.”
“Okay,”
Meghan said.
The two of them had me sit at
the table.
“How
big were they?” Kelly asked.
“They looked about three
inches long to me, so I guess they’d be one and a half to you two.”
“Ah,” Meghan said. “You
didn’t change any of the settings on the Tube then?”
“No,” I said.
“We wanted movie snacks the
other night.” Kelly said. “So we filled some popcorn tubs with
cute little naked guys.”
“Mmm,”
Meghan said eyes closed,
“those guys were so yummy.” She
opened her eyes and gave an awkward smile.
“Hope it
doesn’t freak you out, hearing
us talk like this, dad.”
I was feeling that weird
excitement again. My daughters had been devouring living human men as
if they were popcorn or peanuts, and I felt off-put, but also that
sense of pride at their power. “It’s okay,” I said. “I have
to get used to it.”
“Don’t
worry.” Kelly said. “We didn’t start off this casually
ravenous ourselves,
but the Castle
has a really great educational program until you come of age. Really
gets you acclimated to it all.”
“I
see,” I said watching them stalk around the room as if trying to
sniff out the tiny men. “Is there some kind of adult education
program? Something like night school?”
“Sorry, dad,” Meghan said as
she moved around slowly to the couch. She and Kelly put there fingers
across their lips with the ‘quiet’ sign. They hunched down on
either side of the couch and each put their hands on one end. They
shifted it forward together in one swift short jerk.
The
two tiny men were there huddled together.
As soon as Meghan and Kelly saw the men, they stomped their feet
down, but the men managed to just dodge their soles. The men ran
desperately to the table where I was sitting. They begged and pleaded
with me with their squeaky
little voices. It was the wrong move. Without hesitation Meghan and
Kelly grabbed one up each with their hands. Both
of my daughters smiled with sinister
pride at their catches.
“Gotcha,” Meghan said.
“What
should we do with them?” Kelly said. “Usually
I’d just have a snack, but
I’m still
pretty full from all the people I ate in that
city this morning.”
“Me too,” Meghan said.
Kelly
looked over at me with a
mischievous smirk. “I
know,” she said. “Since Daddy made this mess, he can decide how
we dispose of them.”
“Oh,” Meghan said, “Could
you, Dad? It might help you get used to things here. If it helps,
we’re going to kill these little pests anyway, you just get to
choose how we do it. If it’s not too much for you, of course.”
My head was swimming. I thought
back to what I saw on TV. How cruel and happy the girls had been
smashing people and eating them. I felt a final twist in my stomach
and I was ready.
“Alright,”
I said, “I want to see you
two work together, teamwork.” I thought a little bit, and had an
idea. Something I’d seen two nuns from our world do once. I
explained to Meghan and Kelly and they liked it.
They both lay on their backs in
front of the couch, which they were kind enough to fold up so I could
watch. One man was held between Kelly left foot and Meghan’s right
foot. Between the other two feet, the other man.
“Alright, Daddy.” Kelly
said. “Say when.”
I focused in on the four feet.
The little men still moving ever so slightly between each pair of
soles. I felt a little bit disgusted with myself, but I knew it would
pass. Time for the fun to begin.
“Go,”
I said, and they went.
My
two daughters pushed their feet together with force. Their calf
muscles flexed showing off their tone and strength. The little men
started screaming, but in two wet pops all that was left were
shattered rib cages, burst
skin, and meat
mashed
between four
enormous feet.
I
felt that strange twisted paternal pride as I watched. A guilty
pleasure down in my heart with a perverse familial warmth.
Both
of them clearly loved it.
“That was fun.” Meghan said.
“Thanks,”
I said.
“You
know, Dad.” Meghan said. “As servants we are
granted the privilege to
produce as many little food slaves as we want from the Tiny
Tube.
We could make a bunch, let them lose in the apartment and hunt and
brutalize them together.”
“Sounds like a great family
bonding activity.” Kelly said. “What do you think, Dad?” She
looked to me.
“Well,” I said. I had a
thought, but I was nervous to share it.
“Just tell us what you’d
like, dad.” Meghan said. “You can’t shock or disgust us.”
“It
could be nice,” I said, I couldn’t believe what I was about to
say, “but maybe we could have some little
women in the mix
too this time.”
Both their faces lit up with
delight.
“Of course, Dad.” Meghan
said.
“Co-ed crush it is.” Kelly
chimed in.
Meghan went over to the Tiny
Tube and started fiddling with the knobs, adjusting the settings.
“You know what, Dad?” Kelly
said, engulfing my shoulder in her big warm soft hand, smiling down
at me with pride. “I think you’ll do just fine here.”