“413, this is it” Mark said assuredly, looking at the address numbers that hung beside the screen door on the house. It was a cute house, perfect for the average family. To him of course, it was massive, just like its inhabitants, he was sure. A lone soccer ball sat in the yard off the path leading up to the door, and a pair of old shoes rested on the porch. A wooden sign made to look rustic and worn hung on the door reading “The Taylor’s”, further confirmation this was the address the couple was looking for. The home of Alex Taylor.

“I hope this is worth our time” His wife muttered, her face remained emotionless, maintaining the same numb look it had held for the past 2 months. That’s how long it had been since their son disappeared, 8 weeks. 8 weeks of sleepless nights, countless phone calls, dead ends, and tiredness.

Mark forced a smile to form on his lips and caressed his wife’s face. “It will be babe, this girl said she knew Jake, even saw him the day of…it’ll be worth it.” He reassured her. In honesty he didn’t know what to expect, he had never met this Alex girl. He vaguely thought he remembered Jake mentioning her, but couldn’t recall the details, Alex had said they were friends though.  All he knew was that she was the star athlete, and his best shot at finding out where his son was. Every other lead they had chased had turned up empty handed. 2 weeks ago, the police had given up the search, their official stance was that he was missing, but Mark knew they thought he was dead, probably crushed under someone’s shoe. Besides, the police never really cared about tiny issues, something he had learned in his years of campaigning for tiny rights.

He looked around for any type of tiny accessible way to get to the door, but none was to be found. Newer homes and progressives had included ramps or other means for tiny guests to be able to access the house, but clearly the Taylor’s hadn’t cared enough too yet.

“Looks like we’re climbing babe” he sighed to his wife, he knew she wasn’t up for the task, not after the toll the past month had had on her spirit.

“Why don’t you just call the girl to come get us?” Kimberly suggested

Of course, why hadn’t he thought of that. He would be lost without his wife. He patted his pockets in search of his cell phone, pulling it out after feeling the outline of it in his left pocket. His hand held the small rectangle, the newest model of phone’s designed for tinies. Still not as advanced as what normal sized people were able to get, but each year the tiny models got closer and closer. He scrolled through his contacts, a blurred list of names and old associates before finally coming to Alex’s and pressing call.

“Hello?... Yes we’re here… well we were actually hoping you could come get us, see there’s no real way for us to get to the door…ok…ok great, thank you!” The call clicked off

“She said she’ll be down in a few she’s got to get dressed” he reported to his wife.

A few minutes later they heard the lock on the far away door clink as the handle spun. The door flung open as the young giant stepped out into the sunlight for the first time that day. The tiny couple watched as she squinted, adjusting to the sunlight. Her golden hair sat on her head in a disheveled mess, a rogue strand hanging over one of her eyes for a moment before she huffed, blowing it out of her face. She wore an aged T-shirt, faded letters tried to spell something out across the chest, but what it said was now lost to time. Below, she wore a short pair of baggy athletic shorts, a white swoosh marked on the side. From these, powerful tanned legs jutted out, holding the massive girl up. Mark couldn’t help but notice the toned muscle that made up her body. At the end, a tattered pair of sneakers, long due for replacement, clung to her feet. She began to step forward.

Mark and Kimberly held hands as the massive teen approached them, her long legs quickly closing the gap. “Much easier than climbing” Mark thought to himself. The teen continued to approach now on the last step. She didn’t stop though, she lifted her foot again and stepped off the cement, covering the tiny couple under the shadow of her sneaker.

Mark’s heart dropped as the sneaker began to descend, the titan hadn’t even bothered to look where she was stepping. Reflexes took over as he turned shoving Kimberly out of the way of the incoming sneaker, before diving after her. Mark tumbled as he hit the ground

THOOM

The sneaker smacked the ground in front of him, sending a wave of air and dust washing over the tiny couple. Mark began to stand up, adrenaline pumping through him

THOOM

The other bus sized sneaker slammed down behind him. Taking him by surprise, the ensuing shock wave took him back off his feet. Kimberly cried out in terror; she had never come so close to being crushed. Alex had finally stopped moving at this point, scanning the ground in front of her for her tiny guests, unaware they were between her feet. Mark’s eyes followed the massive pillars that were her legs up to her body. From his position he could see right up her baggy shorts, giving him a view of her plump ass, and the white panties that had been wedged between her massive cheeks. He may have felt embarrassed or ashamed any other time, but at this moment it was the least of his worries.

“ALEX! ALEX! DOWN HERE” he screamed out, his tiny cries were unable to reach her ears though. His eyes darted away from the titan back to his wife, ensuring she was still safe. Kimberly sat clutching her knees, her eyes pinched shut in an attempt to block out the terrible surroundings. At that moment he was reminded of her earlier suggestion, his phone. He frantically pulled it out once more, thankfully Alex’s number was still pulled up, allowing him to quickly hit the call button.

*RING RING RING*

Alex’s phone blared out above them like an air raid siren. Mark slammed his palms into his ears as the ringtone blared out once more. The titanic girl’s hand reached into her pocket and brought the phone up to her ear.

“Hey are you guys sure you got the right house?” She answered

“YES WE’RE UNDER YOU! YOU JUST NEARLY KILLED US” Mark screamed into the phone

Alex bent over at the waist, careful not to move her feet in fear of crushing her guests. Her head now hung upside down in front of her legs allowing her to see them. An older man, probably late 40s, stood between her dirty sneakers. He was dressed in nicer clothes, with a well-kept beard covering his face. Gray hairs had begun to show on his head, but the look suited him. His face was undeniably like Jake’s, same hooked nose and eyes. Behind him sat a woman clutching her knees, who Alex quickly deduced was his wife, Jake’s mom. She looked younger than her husband, her blonde hair done up nicely and her face painted in perfect makeup. Her clothes were elegant, clearly expensive and tailored to her tiny form. A small button nose sat above her thin lips. She was beautiful. This was them; Jake’s parents; Alex’s new toys. She couldn’t help but smile as she studied them.

Mark studied the teen’s face as it hung in front of him upside down, her eyes were filled with excitement, and the grin plastered across her face made him uneasy. Still, he was relieved to have been found by her before things got worse. He cleared his throat. “Thank God you found us, you really had us sca-“

Before he could finish his sentence, the girl’s hand reached out and slammed into him, wrapping him up in the warm flesh. The wind was crushed out of him as it closed in around him, he could faintly hear his wife scream out in terror in the distance. His diaphragm struggled to bring more air into his body, fighting against the iron grip that held him. The flesh was hot around him and had a distinctive smell of cheesy puffs. Alex readjusted her grip around her tiny guest, allowing his head to now stick out of her fist. Mark was brought back into the light, now held him at chest height in front of Alex, Kimberly was in the first opposite him, tears running down her face.  The fingers that wrapped around him covered in an orange dust from some unknown food.

“WHAT IN THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING” mark shouted up at the giant, still struggling in her grasp

Alex’s face was puzzled until she finally noticed the tiny woman crying. She hadn’t even been intentionally rough with them or anything yet. “What a bunch of wimps.” She thought to herself, these new toys may not last long at this rate. She finally responded, “Oh, sorry little dude, didn’t mean to rough y’all up, was just picking ya up like ya asked me too” she smiled down at him, pleased with her explanation

“Well you nearly killed us! Have you never been around small people before or something? And its Sir to you!” Mark shouted up. The last part was especially loud, he hated the lack of respect people of his size received, and always made a point to be called sir.

“My bad, like I said I’m sorry…sir” Alex had to stifle a laugh at the last bit while looking down at the tiny man that struggled in her fist. Sir? Yeah right. “Why don’t we just go in and start over?”

Mark began to cool down, maybe the girl didn’t know any better, and she had apologized. “That sounds good…I’m sorry for yelling at you young lady” He apologized, swallowing his pride to help mend the situation.

Alex grinned before turning around and heading back in the house and walked over to the living room. Excitement coursed through her body, she could hardly wait to get started playing with the couple, and to think they had just come right to her. She could tell Mark would be especially fun to break. She sat the tiny couple on the coffee table before plopping down on the couch herself. She leaned forward, now a few inches away from the tiny couple.

The couple glanced around the room; a fairly unremarkable living room other than the mess that currently inhabited it. The coffee table on which they stood was littered with old snack wrappers and mostly eaten protein bars; Coke cans the size of building loomed behind them. On the couch beside the teen girl sat a half-eaten tub of cheesy puffs, some spilled out onto the couch. Mark connected the dots to his earlier experience in her hand. Dirty clothes littered the floor.

“So…its nice to meet y’all, you don’t even know how excited I am” Alex beamed. Mark felt like he had a good idea, her excitement had left his ribs feeling broken.

“It…Its nice to meet you too, are your parents not home? We’d love to meet them too.” Kimberly stammered out, finally speaking. Her legs shook under her, but she did her best to calm down.

“Nope! Gone on vacation for a week; Got the whole place to myself” Alex motioned around the room to the various messes that now occupied the space

“I see…well, thank you for reaching out to us” she responded

“Of course! When Jake went missing no one was more upset at school than me.” This wasn’t a lie, Alex had been upset, but only because she couldn’t torment him anymore.

“You and Jake were friends? I don’t remember him mentioning you, but he didn’t talk about school much” Kimberly asked

“Oh yeah, best buds really! He helped with my homework, always kept me entertained…even came to my last game!” Alex was savoring the conversation

“That sounds like our Jake, he always was helpful,” A small smile formed on Kimberly's lips as she thought of her missing son

“You said you had some info on where he was?” Mark interjected, eager to learn what had happened to his boy.

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot I was helping you solve that mystery” she laughed, “Here let me show you”

With that Alex leaned down and began to pry off her ratty sneakers, allowing Mark to watch from his perch on the edge of the table. After some strain they slipped off, revealing Alex’s large bare feet; She hadn’t bothered with socks today. A musky smell quickly overtook the room, much to Mark’s dismay, he had no choice but to breathe in the foot fumes. Who had raised this slobby tomboy?

The tiny couple continued to stare on as Alex lifted the sneaker up before turning it over and shaking it, her palm covering the opening so whatever was inside wouldn’t fall out. Dirt and other debris rained down around the tiny couple as she shook the shoe. After a few shakes the contents of the shoe landed in her palm. She tossed the shoe absentmindedly to the side before lowering her palm down to the tiny couple, allowing them to see what was inside.

Mark’s heart dropped to the floor as his wife let out a shriek before collapsing. He couldn’t even move to her aid; he was frozen solid in place. Resting in the palm was a dirty mangled form that had once been human. The body covered in grime and gunk, and overall flattened. It was almost unrecognizable, but Mark could tell it was what was left of his son. Slowly he brought his eyes back up to the tomboy’s face

“So… mystery solved!” Alex giggled, waiting for a response, though Mark had none to provide. “Are you not going to thank me sir?” She teased the tiny adult.

Mark’s mind was racing at a million miles an hour. What the fuck was wrong with this girl? How could she do this to someone? Why had he come here? He needed to call the authorities now, this girl had no intention of letting him leave. His hand reached into his pocket, frantically pulling the phone out.

Alex smirked as she watched him formulate his plan, she had already assumed they would try this. She lifted a cheesy puff covered finger and brought it in front of the man as he mashed buttons trying to unlock the phone, before simply flicking him in the head.

*thunk*

Mark’s world went dark for a few seconds as the massive force slammed into his temple, putting him flat on his back. His ears were ringing and it felt like a bullet had just fractured his skull. His eyelids fluttered back open, allowing him a glimpse into the world again. He saw Kimberly laid out beside him from where she had collapsed earlier, still unconscious. He sat up, looking around for where his phone landed, until he noticed the tiny device pinched between Alex’s giant fingers.

“Looking for this?” She teased. Her fingers squeezed together, reducing his phone into a million pieces, “Oops, sorry sir”

Mark wasn’t sure what to do at this point, he had no way of calling for help, his wife was unconscious, and the titanic girl in front of him could kill him in an instant. He began to tremble before her.

“Please, Wha- What do you want? I have money! I can get you as much money as you want, please just let us go” He begged, throwing himself before her

Alex chuckled at the insignificant display. “No stupid, I broke my toy remember?” She dangled Jake’s corpse before him again, “I want new toys!”