Emil wasn't an active individual. He never even pretended to be an
active person. Despite that though, and many many protests, he was still forced
to come to the gym with his girlfriend. It's not like she was particularly
pushy in the matter, but the moment she started pouting when Emil originally
decided against joining her was when he caved.
Now he was waiting for her to finish her shower so the two of them could
finally leave. The only reason he wasn't showering himself was out of spite for
tagging along.
"Dammit Vivian..." He muttered under breath. His girlfriend of now
five years proved too adorable for her own good, and she knew she could use
that to her advantage when trying to persuade her significant other. How he was
lucky enough to have her as a girlfriend was beyond him.
Emil shrugged as he closed his eyes and laid on his back. The floor underneath
him was cold and sent a rather pleasant chill down his back. The sensation was
treasured as it helped to take his mind of his damp shirt, a result of building
up sweat thanks to Vivian’s rather intense workout.
How she could be active here yet sleep until noon back home baffled Emil.
Though, it wasn't as if she didn't deserve it. Between the two of them it was
Vivian that contributed most to the couple's rent.
Emil would find ways to aid her when he could. Unfortunately, because of
circumstances, he wasn't really able to hold a job. Granted it wasn't as if he
needed much to live off of, a fact he remembered the moment he felt the ground
shake. Distant booms could be heard, steadily increasing in intensity with each
passing moment. Still Emil remained on his back, unconcerned with an ever-increasing
shadow that soon surrounded not just him, but several other individuals like him.
Emil opened a single eye, looking at the towering being that stood before him.
Seemingly hundreds of feet tall, when compared to his diminutive stature, was a
woman preparing herself for squats. Her blonde hair was tied back into a bun
and her back was facing towards Emil, unintentionally giving him a rather
pleasant view of her rear. Though his spot wasn't intended for this purpose he
wouldn't deny that luck was on his side this day.
The woman was fit, a frequent visitor to the gym. Though in her movements of
preparation it was clear that she didn't take much care when looking out for
the smaller patrons, some of even smaller size then Emil.
But then, not many people paid much attention to his Kind. Betas. Those
affected most by the Beta Epidemic, an event that started three years ago. It
was an epidemic that brought forward the true colors of many people, upsetting
the entire world and its natural structure. From it three different types of
individuals came to being.
There were the Betas, people like Emil that were affected by the epidemic. Such
people often times found themselves shrunk to varying sizes. How far one could
shrink wasn't something that could be determined at a doctor’s office. The
changes were always almost instant. All Betas developed pale skin, ashen hair,
and red pigmented eyes. They would shrink to a single inch, others to a foot in
height. The lucky ones one shrank by a few centimeters, practically keeping
their old height. Emil was obviously not one of those people. Being at only three
inches he got the short end of the stick, though not the shortest. There was a
remedy for shrinking. A temporary solution that needed to be taken continuously
if a Beta wished to remain at their old height. A pink powder called Antilirin,
the world's only effective remedy. But it was expensive as hell, costing most
of an entire months work of pay. It wasn't something Emil was going to burden
Vivian with.
Next there were those called Betas to be. Those yet to shrink but very well
could. A rather self-explanatory title really. They were people who still
retained their old height. Many of them still took Antilirin though, the fear
of going full Beta a very real thing in these times.
Finally there were the Alphas. Those completely immune to the effects of the
epidemic, and as such had really nothing to fear when it came to the
possibility of shrinking.
Emil remembers the day he shrank. He and Vivian had moved in together by then,
a full week before the Beta Epidemic began. It wasn't anything he saw coming at
the time, originally believing the first cases to be a nationwide hoax. Vivian
in the other hand he remembers to have been terrified of the thought of
shrinking. Back then he found it to be funny. Now though it's been his reality
for three years.
Vivian’s been good to him. Extremely good actually. They've known each other
for years prior to dating, and as such he trusts no one more then her. Many
were the times he's tested her patience, and each time she's been calm, kind
and caring. She was a real gem in this crazy world. That's not to say she's
never been angry though. Emil has seen Vivian’s frustrations and anger manifest
many times before.
It was definitely a sight to behold.
A sudden impact of salty water engulfed Emil's head, causing him to break from
his train of thought. He choked on the liquid for a few moments before
regaining his composure and looking to see where it had struck him from. Then
it hit him. Again. This time just as he was looking up. A large drop of sweat
fell from the currently power squatting blond and fell right onto his head. It
stung his eyes, forcing the Beta to whip them clean.
"Dammit! Didn't know gyms came with a splash zone!" Emil complained
as he stepped out of the way of another droplet. Up above the woman was pushing
herself to her limit. Her legs were shaking as she struggled to lift weights
that seemed heavier then she was. Emil was so lost in his thoughts that he
hadn't even realized she had begun some time ago. In fact several Betas
restricted to the area had begun to evacuate the moment they saw the woman
begin.
Those that had noticed Emil still on hid back at the time noted that he was
either very brave or very dumb. Or likely both. In reality he was jist loat to
his own thoughts. Now though, he was alone, unsure of if he'd even be able to
flee. Being so close to an unaware giant spelled all sorts of mishaps for
Betas. He could run but be found in her path were she to move at the last
second, or he could remain and be at her unaware mercy. Really it was fear of both
that forced him to remain still.
The woman squatted one final time, pushing herself even further than before and
bringing her was so close to Emil that he could reach out and grab a handful of
her pink tights. Unfortunately for him the woman's body gave out. She threw the
weights onto the floor in front of her, creating a shockwave that threw Emil
onto his ass. He barely had the time to react as her own rear came crashing
down onto the floor, nearly on top of him.
"Damn..." She huffed, fully unaware of the Beta inches from her
crotch. A bit more forward and she would have crushed Emil.
The Beta was painfully aware of this, the heat radiating from his would-be
death making it all the more clear. He wanted to crawl away to safety but found
that an impossibility once the woman crossed her legs. Emil soon found himself
trapped, all while the woman mumbled to herself.
"Almost beat my record." The woman said with a smile as she wiped
away the sweat off her forehead. "A bit more and I think I'll be able
to-"
She felt a sudden tickling sensation on her foot, bringing her attention
towards it. Emil on the other hand was making a gamble he may not have
completely thought through. He was trapped yes, but the real danger of being
crushed had passed. It was his hope that he could explain his situation to the blonde-haired
woman, and he'd be allowed to go his way.
Her eyes locked with his. At first there was a look of confusion as Emil talked
to her. "This is...embarrassing to ask considering where I am... but can
you move?"
The woman's expression quickly went from confusion to one of irritation.
"Fucking pervy bugs." Her toes gripped the arm that originally gained
her attention before hoisting Emil into the air by it. He was in no pain, the
soft flesh of the woman's foot helping with that. But the sensation if rising
up so rapidly wasn't pleasant. Before he could protest Emil was dropped to the
floor, a dozen or so feet high for him. Hardly enough to kill him.
He landed with a barely audible thud, a pained groan escaping his lips as the
woman rested her foot down on top of him. She increased the pressure ever so
slightly, making sure to not kill the Beta but also making sure he didn't get
off easy.
"Enjoyed the view freak?" She questioned. She positioned her head in
between her toes to allow Emil the chance to answer, squeezing his head when he
didn't. "I asked you a question. It's rude not too answer."
Still no reply. Instead Emil was trying with all his might to push the foot off
of him. The perspiration from the woman's work out had made its way into her
soles, coating Emil in sweat that wasn't his. He should have seen this outcome
as a possibility. While most were accepting of Beta and others were indifferent
there were still plenty who amounted them to little more than talking insects.
"I... just wanted...to get out of your way." Emil insisted as the
pressure continued to grow.
The woman scoffed at his claim. "As if. You little fucks always want a
piece of ass too big to handle."
Emil, despite his situation, couldn't help but laugh. "Lady...you're hot
I'll give you that. But my girl is waaay out of your league."
In response the woman squeezed Emil’s head again. "Yeah right! You pests
probably fuck rats for all I know!" Slowly she ground Emil back and forth
picking up whatever dirt and sweat was on the floor, using his body almost as
if it were a rag. "Forget rats. You things probably get hard when looking
at actually insects."
What a vulgar woman...
Whatever else Emil had to say it was clear it would fall on deaf ears.
"Then again, I think I'd be inclined to believe you." She explained.
Raising her foot off of Emil drew the Beta into a false sense of security. One
that was quickly shattered when he saw the now dirt covered sole hang overhead.
"That is, if you clean my foot off for me..."
Emil stood on bewilderment. And she had the nerve to call him a freak? Without
any sort of provocation om his part she wanted him to clean the dirt off her
foot.
"With your tongue too." The blonde added. "You'd like that I
bet. I've had plenty of Betas lick my feet. Sometimes they'd even pay me for
it."
The woman brought her foot closer, her toes wiggling above as specks of dirt
fell off and clung to Emil’s sweat covered body.
"Come on now. Get to licking." The woman urged. "Like a good
little doggy. That's a lot better than bug."
Emil felt as though he had no choice, fully prepared to do as asked. That was
until he noticed someone standing just behind the blond.
"I love dogs." A new voice announced, drawing the blondes attention
towards it. She quickly froze when she saw a tall, athletic, dark skinned woman
staring back at her. Their red eyes were piercing, staring daggers into the
blond despite the smile they wore. Her straight white hair was wet and stuck to
her shoulders. The woman had just exited the showers judging by their casual
attire of simple T-shirt, jeans, and converse.
"Who the hell are you?" The woman questioned. She felt a great
pressure on her right shoulder, taking notice that the dark-skinned amazon of a
woman was gripping it tightly. The blonde winced in pain but didn't even so
much as try and pry herself away. She had the feeling of if this woman wanted
to then they could bend her in half.
Emil looked up towards the towering woman, a relieved smile on his lips.
"Vivian..."
Vivian said nothing as the blonde began shaking on the spot. She continued to
smile even when a vein at the top if her brow formed.
She was furious. That much was clear to Emil. And she was showing extreme
restraint in not giving the woman who was tormenting her boyfriend a bloody
nose and black eye.
She said one word. Only one word that the blonde had no choice but to listen
to.
"Leave."
There was no argument, or even an attempt at one. The blonde woman just packed
up her things, hastily apologized to Emil and then left while still barefoot.
All the while Vivian watched with the same threatening smile. It wasn't until
the woman had left did her smile falter and she turned her attention towards
her boyfriend.
"Emmy!" She shouted before cupping her hands over her mouth once she
saw several people looking her way in surprise. She knelt down in front of her
filth covered lover, gently stroking the side of his face with the tip of her
index finger.
"Are you hurt?" She questioned. "Do you need something to wipe
yourself off? Do you want me to go pick that bitches ass?"
Emil chuckled at Vivian’s questions, holding the giantesses finger firmly so as
to ease her worries. "No, no and no. I'm fine Vi, you don't have to
worry."
Vivian on the other hand was still as distressed as every other time Emil found
himself in similar situations.
"Are you sure?" She was pouting now, hoping to get the okay to drag
the blond into an alley somewhere. Preferably near a dumpster. This time
though, despite the pout, Emil was insistent that everything was fine.
"The only thing hurt is my pride." He assured. "And we both know
that shit's flexible as hell."
Vivian reluctantly relented, placing her palm down in front of Emil so that he
could stand upon it. She was huge. Well beyond most of what Emil was used to at
a staggering height of six feet six inches. Still, he felt safest when by her
side.
Raising the Beta to her face Vivian tried to maintain a stern look before
finally caving in and pressing the Beta against her cheek in an imitation hug.
"Gah! I love it when you act modest! She practically squealed. "So
cool!"
Emil didn't feel cool, especially after his experience. But Vivian always insisted
that he was, never letting him think otherwise even if it meant she had to toss
her vastly superior size around.
She pressed her lips against his upper body, her soft flesh nearly taking the
Beta inside. Vivian only stopped Only stopped when she tasted sweat and sort,
immediately pulling away as a result and causing Emil to laugh.
"I'm a little dirty right now." He admitted. "Come on, say it.
You didn't think that through."
Vivian spit out any lingering cloth before joining in Emil's laughter.
"You're right I didn't. Though I'm pretty sure you'll actually want to
take a shower now." Emil couldn't argue with that.
Vivian’s nail ran across the front of Emil's shorts, rubbing against his
crotch. His knees nearly buckled as he watched Vivian raise the finger into her
mouth, sucking it.
"Doesn't mean you're done for the day Emmy." She revealed.
"You've been too relaxed at home. One way or another I'm making you sweat.
Even if i have to get..." She brought her face closer; her lips so close
Emil could feel the heat from her mouth. "Intimate."
Once again Emil asked the question of how he was lucky enough to have Vivian as
a girlfriend. And like before he shrugged it off as he sat cross legged in her
palm as she made her way out of the gym.
Whatever Vivian’s reasons she truly did love Emil. And with every ounce of his
heart Emil truly loved her.
And with her revelation of what the two may be doing that night Emil couldn't
have possibly believed himself to be any luckier.
Story Notes:
The story takes place in the same world as my Alpha-Beta series.
Chapter End Notes:
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