In this chapter: Ana returns to the apartments to find herself in a strange situation. Miranda struggles with more than just her roommates. Jessica attempts to bond with Ana by showing her what a city full of people can do for her.
Day 135 – Anastazja
Anastazja gripped the metal railing above her on the freezing cold passenger train, using her free hand to brush some excess snow off the thick shoulder of her dark blue winter coat, the snow melting into a tiny puddle by the open train doors as they began to close with a rusty metallic creaking. Ana turning around to catch one last glimpse of a few family members that braved to drive through a dense snowy Ukrainian winter night to drop her off at the station. Ana became a bit emotional when she saw her little sister with a few tears running down her bright red cheeks, her sister quickly rubbing them with her gloved hands. Ana didn’t want to show any of her emotions though; raised to be tough and competitive, she simply smiled and waved goodbye with fur covered hands as the train began to pick up speed towards the main station in Odessa.
Ana sighed, tugging at the ear flap of her grey winter hat to adjust it to a more comfortable position before she sat down in an open seat. The train was mostly empty, giving Ana a moment to hold back some tears, letting one escape before it practically froze to her skin, wiping it away with her furry hand so the other passengers wouldn’t see. Watching her visible breath pour out of her dry lips like smoke. Ana wiped away some loose snot building up around her flushed nostrils and stood up, pulling her luggage with her through the narrow walkway between the seats, walking towards her cabin printed out on the ticket, it was nothing special, the sliding door barely worked as an older stocky woman snatched the ticket out of her hand before begrudgingly stamping it approved.
It was a 10-hour train ride to Kiev, giving Ana plenty of time to think about her short break back with her family as she began to warm up, peeling off her layers of clothing, hat, scarf, and gloves. Plenty of time to think about her plans when she got back to the States, plenty of time to think about if this exchange program was worth it to begin with. Ana contemplated, staring at a few angry texts from someone she considered close before this all happened, but not anymore. Ana was interrupted by an older man knocking at the flimsy door, he offered her a cup of coffee which she refused, he then offered a swig of his personal bottle of vodka, which she obliged, taking a bit of an edge off as they made small talk before the man disappeared leaving Ana to slowly drift off to sleep on a bumpy ride through the country alone in her dimly lit cabin.
Anastazja was exhausted and sleep deprived; lost in a daze as she began lifting up her large luggage case off the rotating belt in the airport. She always had trouble being able to fall asleep on planes while they were flying, having spent the last 44 hours riding, flying, and stopping at various cities across Europe and the US on her return to southern states to finish the last half of her exchange year. Used to getting various looks from strangers just because of how tall she normally was, Ana barely even noticed, let alone, barely able to keep her eyes open as she made her way through the car park in the relatively tame southern United States winter air that some Ukrainians would even consider warm. Ana lazily tossed her bags and luggage in the rental car. Her phone blowing up in the cupholder as she made her way back to the apartments, trying to haul all of her items up the stairs at once, stubbornly struggling as the wheels and edges banged against the concrete stairs.
Ana unlocked the door; the familiar smell of the apartment came rushing outward towards her with a pleasant warmth coming from inside. Ana began to pull her stuff into the kitchen and the living room. “I am back everyone” Ana said, but there was no answer. Ana pulled her stuff inside her room, kicking off her dirtied winter boots and brushing them under her desk before she collapsed on her bed, dark circles under her eyes, not even bothering to close her own door. Ana could hear her phone continue its buzzing though, turning over in her bed as she was confident the vibrations would stop, but they kept going.
She yelled a few obscenities in her mother tongue, before giving up, annoyed, reaching her long arms off her bed and snatching the low battery phone off the ground. She had 99+ messages from a group chat with her volleyball team, the texts saying everyone was on their way back to the first practice of the new semester, some texts sarcastically asking if Ana was even alive. “God dammit!” Ana shouted, throwing herself out of bed, and grabbing the athletic bag off the handle of her closet with all of her gear and rushing into the living room to grab her car keys. “Ah!” Ana shouted.
“Ohhh what the fuck!” Lacy shouted, jumping back in fear at the sight of a large woman running at her. Lacy cupped her hand and brought it to her side just a bit out of view of Ana. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were back”
“Sorry, I did not know anyone was here, what do you have in your hand?” Ana asked.
“Oh… it’s just uh… some stuff from my city…” Lacy said shyly.
“Ugh… whatever, I must be going” Ana said, dismissing Lacy as she brushed past her and out the door with nothing but socks, tights, and a tank top on.
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Day 135 - Lacy
“Well… nice to see you too, I guess?” Lacy said confused. Lacy brought up her cupped hand to inspect, realizing the sudden jump in fear with Ana made her drop a few tiny people between her fingers, Lacy noticing a few red dots on the floor between her feet. Lacy drew her toes over the red stains to absorb and mop up the gore into her socks so the roommates didn’t notice anything on the floor. Lacy then continued to the couch, all alone in the apartment as she carefully dropped a few dozen micro people on the coffee table in front of her. The grey and drizzly sky setting a grim scene in the silent and dark apartment. Lacy leaning in a bit while sitting across from the tinies, seeing them as motionless dots. Lacy sighed, still in a heavily depressive episode, still hadn’t reached out to Ki, still gripping the reality of losing Elle.
“I bet you’re wondering why I took you away from the city” Lacy said, staring at them from above, seeing the dots scatter a bit just at the sound of her voice from high above them. “You see, the statue I want you to build in the middle of the city… I realize it’s a bit… umm… unrealistic, I was mad, and I made a godly demand. But… the thing is, since I can’t talk to anyone else in the city anymore, I have no way to tell everyone that I don’t give a shit… your job is to go back in the city and manage the construction, whatever it takes. So, basically – “Lacy went on before the front door of the apartment opened followed by Miranda. Lacy saw her puffy coat and black tights, taking off her white beanie and tossing it on a hook by the door to hang. Miranda looking a bit paler and redder in the face than usual.
“Hey, what are you up to?” Miranda said, normally with a smile, but times were different. Lacy leaned backed, nervous, kicking her feet up and over the coffee table and slamming her heels down on the table where all the micros were, feeling the pops under her heels with the slam. Lacy quickly getting into a lounging position, nonchalant.
“Oh, nothing, just hanging out” Lacy said, casually putting her arms back behind her head, sinking into the couch to get more comfortable while her heels pressed down on the table a bit more.
“Alright, umm… you know I don’t like it when y’all put your feet on the table” Miranda said, walking into the living room, placing her keys in a small dish on the kitchen bar behind her.
“Yeah… sorry. Hey, you don’t look super great, are you sick?” Lacy asked in relief, realizing Miranda didn’t notice a single thing, Lacy glancing at the table to see a little puddle of red seeping out from the side of her socks.
“Not really, I think I’m running a bit of a fever, but why would you care”? Miranda responded.
“I’m just making sure you’re okay” Lacy said annoyed, rubbing her heels over the puddles subtly.
Miranda shook her head dismissably and headed for her room, “Hey wait” Lacy said, catching Miranda’s attention as she turned around just before the hallway leading to both of their rooms. Miranda didn’t say anything, she just crossed her arms and pursed her lips, staring Lacy down. “Are we… cool?” Lacy sheepishly asked.
“Cool… you think we’re cool?” Miranda snapped.
“I just… thought maybe we could start talking again, ya know, like normal” Lacy said.
“You made your choices… and I can see you dealing with the consequences, what do you want from me? Why not like… talk to Jessica, you two are clearly enjoying the violence together, I thought you were friends” Miranda quipped, bringing her hands up to her head and rubbing her temples to help her headache, the stress of conversation making it worse for her.
“We are, I mean we are kinda… I don’t… Miranda please, I just don’t want the rest of the semester living with you to be awkward, ya know? This isn’t fucking exactly how I thought my university experience was going to go…” Lacy said with some guilt.
Miranda sighed heavily, leaning against the wall right outside of her room, “I know… I didn’t think it would go this way either, but still, you like, enjoy the killing too much, it’s hard for me to get past that” Miranda said.
“I never said I enjoyed it, it just happens that way, we all get caught up in our own roles” Lacy said, skidding her heels against the coffee table, smearing what was left of the remains of the tiny people into the fibers of her socks so that Miranda wouldn’t noticed any stains.
“Our roles? And what exactly are the roles you are talking about?” Miranda frustratingly asked.
“Well… you try to take care of them, the rest of us, just kind of… realize they are too fragile” Lacy remarked.
“So that’s your excuse, that’s Jessica’s excuse?” Miranda accused.
“And… Ana just gets away with it scot-free, is that your excuse?” Lacy accused back.
“Gets away with what?” Miranda asked.
“We literally saw you and Ana throw away her rug, not to mention… it’s not in her fucking room anymore, come on, dude, we all know” Lacy said agitated.
“What’s your point?” Miranda asked.
“My point is, Jessica and I aren’t the only ones who’ve been murderous deities” Lacy said with some sarcastic inflection.
“This is how cool we are, huh?” Miranda sympathetically replied with a long sigh.
“It still doesn’t have to be that way, I just want to get back to normal, I’m sick of being depressed all the time, I’m sorry that the micros help me a bit, alright, I’ll be nicer” Lacy said.
“It’s not about you being nicer; it’s about convincing Jessica to lay off her bullshit. Maybe you can try to do that… you’re smart enough, you know her, make up for all the bullshit you’ve caused us, that would show me you want to get back to “normal”” Miranda said, emphasizing normal.
“I can try, I guess… I don’t know” Lacy said, her eyes lowering to the floor.
“Good, just… try, and uhh… I guess if you want me to help you reach out to Ki… just let me know, I’m pretty good with that stuff” Miranda said.
“Alright, thanks… I’ll… I might do that, and I hope you feel better” Lacy said. Miranda uncrossed her arms and gave a half smile before returning to her room. Lacy bent forward towards the table as soon as she heard Miranda’s door lock. Lacy quickly inspecting the table for any survivors, seeing a single dot trying to run away, the rest all crushed under her heels. “Ah fuck…” Lacy murmured. The dot barely covering any distance across the table during the entire conversation with Miranda, the tiny still in the shadow of her feet. Lacy removed her feet off the table and leaned forward, her head over the table, watching the tiny citizen of her city make a measly attempt at escaping her wrath. “Lucky break for you, I guess but… then again, maybe not” Lacy quietly whispered above the tiny. Lay extended her hand towards the micro wedging her index finger against the pad of her thumb, aiming the flick before releasing, a tiny puff of pink mist exploding against her black painted nail before all traces of what used to be a breathing, thinking, free-willed person vanished forever.
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Day 135 – Anastazja
Ana had a rough practice, and her teammates made sure she knew it afterwards. Ana didn’t bother showering or taking off her volleyball outfit off in the locker rooms, her team members criticizing her play along with the coach while Ana surprisingly didn’t show aggression towards anyone, barely able to keep her eyes open as the coach went through the plans for the next few weeks. The coach and the assistants dismissed everyone home as the coach waved Ana over for a personal talk. Ana reluctantly propped herself up on the wooden bench by her locker and tiredly stepped up towards the coach. “Ana, the team is concerned about your commitment to the team, as am I… can you tell me what’s going on?” he asked.
“I am only tired. I promise, long trip back” Ana said, swinging her gym bag over her back.
“Ana… when we found out we were getting a European powerhouse on our team the girls were ecstatic, I was ecstatic. Our Fall season showed what you can do, but towards the end… the team didn’t feel like you were in it. So, for these spring games, I have to ask, do you want this? Are you committed?” He said with a stern tone.
“Of course I am committed, I always want to win” Ana said with half-hearted conviction.
“Alright… remember it’s a team game, we want to win, now… go get some sleep, see you in a few days” The coach said before walking into his office.
Ana sighed heavily, slugging along through the gym doors towards her car. Most of her skin exposed in the tight uniform she was wearing, but the timid cold didn’t bother her. Leaning her head back against the driver seat of her car as she closed her eyes just for a second, nearly drifting off to sleep. Ana snapped out of almost falling asleep in her car when she heard the door of another car slam shut a few feet away. Ana returned to the apartment, thankful that nobody was in sight, closing her bedroom door behind her and tossing her gym bag to the floor. Kicking off her athletic shoes and peeling off her socks, throwing them over the gym bag as she collapsed on her bed in her team jersey and tight shorts. Ana passing out for a few hours, finally getting the sleep she so desperately needed.
Ana woke, a bit of a drool stain on her pillow, her auburn hair sprawled out everywhere as she folded it over the side of her head, her eyes still tired as she winced to see the red numbers saying it was 10:24pm. Ana sat up and rubbed her eyes, pulling down her tight black shorts to readjust since they rode up her ass while she slept. Ana groggily stood up and headed for her bathroom, turning on the bright light, having difficulty adjusting to the sudden flash. Ana pulled back the curtain of the shower and turned it on to the hottest setting it would go. Feeling the water with the back of her hand, satisfied, she shook her hand a few times and reached for the bottom of her dark red jersey to take it off, but she was interrupted by a knocking at her bedroom door. “What the shit…” Ana murmured annoyed. Ana let her jersey fall back to place as she stepped into her room, turning on the bedroom light and walking to the door, “Miranda… I – oh… it is you” Ana said, opening the door to reveal Jessica looking up at her.
“Thanks? I’m glad you’re back too” Jessica sarcastically said, all dressed up in fancier winter clothes and expensive looking boots, a small plastic box tucked under her arms. Ana crossed her arms and stared down at Jessica, her eyes still wincing from exhaustion.
“What do you want?” Ana said, cutting to the chase.
“Your jersey number is 19?” Jessica asked.
“Yes… like my age” Ana replied.
“That’s cool, look, I know the atmosphere in the apartment isn’t great when I’m here, so I just wanted to make a legit attempt to talk” Jessica said.
“There is nothing to talk about” Ana said, closing the door halfway before Jessica gripped the handle stopping Ana.
“I’m being for real, I’m about to go to a party, would you like to come?” Jessica asked.
“No” Ana said callously.
“That’s okay, maybe we can hang out tomorrow, um… in the meantime, take this, they’re my product, just, as a peace offering” Jessica said, extending the box towards Ana.
“No, I don’t want a thing to do with the tiny people anymore, you should know this already” Ana said, an annoyed look in her face.
“I know, I know… you can give them to Miranda if you want, I just want to make an attempt, I swear” Jessica said, reaching the box out again.
“Okay, I’ll take them” Ana said, reaching out and gripping the plastic.
“So… tomorrow, hang out?” Jessica asked.
“Okay, no jokes though” Ana said, closing the door in Jessica’s face before she could say anything else.
Ana returned to the bathroom, the steam billowing out of the shower as she placed the box of tiny people on the bathroom counter next to the sink, the plastic immediately fogging up, blocking the tiny view as Ana undressed right in front of them, only able to see glimpses and blurs of her flesh and athletic figure in the distance. Ana getting prompt relief as the hot water hit her skin, taking her time and enjoying the steam while she cleaned herself of all the grime and sweat.
Ana a bit more awake dried herself off, somewhat drying her hair as it spiraled and curled down her chest and back, a deeper and darker wet auburn, some strands sticking to her skin. Ana pulled up some simple white panties, followed by some short black running shorts, folding a grey tank top over her body as it tightened up around her large chest. Ana grabbed the foggy plastic off the bathroom sink and opened the lid to investigate. Ana saw dozens of micros scatter around the bottom as she sighed from above, seeing the micros fall to the floor when her breath hit them. “Too weak…” Ana whispered to herself as she closed the lid back over top.
Ana stepped out into the dark living room towards the hallway where the light glowed from under Miranda’s door. Ana knocked softly before Miranda quietly mumbled something, Ana assuming she was letting her come in. “Hey, sorry I did not say hi earlier, I was just so tired… ohh… are you okay?” Ana asked, walking into the bedroom, seeing Miranda with a dreary look on her face, buried in blankets with an ice pack on her forehead.
“Ana… I’m so glad you’re back… I’m okay, struggling to fall asleep” Miranda said after a little cough, trying to sound genuine, but clearly in pain. “How was your time back home?” Miranda asked.
“It was okay… I miss the food… the family, my home, but uh… the boy that was supposed to wait for me to come back never waited, it is better this way, cannot believe he promise me coming to America would make our relationship stronger” Ana said.
“Ehh… fuck that guy, I remember you telling me about him when we first moved in together, but like… his loss, I mean, look at you, you’re one of the best – “ Miranda said before a coughing fit interrupted her.
“What is the matter?” Ana said, placing the plastic box full of micros on the computer desk next to outskirts of Ashton City.
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Hyperventilating, the steam slowly cleared from the prison, the tiny people behind a foggy wall unable to see what was happening, feeling the immense tremors from the red head goddess. Some people passing out from the intensely thick and hot air, waking up just in time to see the blurry motions of the goddess walking above them, the prison firmly in her hands as her titanic steps shook everyone around. They were placed next to a strange city, the blonde and the red goddesses in the background miles away in deafening conversation, but the tiny people in the prison didn’t care, they saw something exciting, something hopeful.
The citizens from Toy Town gathered against the plastic wall facing the new city, the outskirts curling towards them, they saw tall skyscrapers and people their size walking around. It looked peaceful. A micro started banging against the plastic, yelling for attention from the strange city hoping someone would come rescue them. The other micros followed suit, banging and yelling, not knowing if they would be loud enough, until it looked like a group of people from the city headed towards them.
Then for first time in months, the tiny people from Toy Town had a glimmer of hope, a chance at a new life, in what looked like a safe city. The extremely loud voices from the background not phasing them as they all praised and pleaded as the foreigners approached closer and closer. “HERE, THIS MIGHT HELP YOU FEEL BETTER, YES?” a deep, booming voice rang from above. Suddenly, the micros felt their bodies jolt up, sling-shotting to the floor in a thud as the peach fingers wrapped around the prison and lifted them high above the city and around, disappearing out of their sight as they were brought towards the bed, seeing the blonde goddess buried in blankets miles below. The micros with the all so familiar feeling of hopelessness returning to them almost instantaneously.
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Ana sat at the end of the bed near Miranda’s tucked in feet. Ana reached the plastic box towards Miranda as she looked on in bewilderment. “What’s this?” Miranda asked, as she sickly groaned.
“It is Jessica, she gave me a thing of the little people” Ana said. Miranda sitting up slightly as she reached an arm out from under the blankets and gently grabbed the plastic, bringing it to her face.
“Why does she have – “ Miranda coughed.
“It is okay, just rest. She said I could give them to you, so that is what I do” Ana said with a smile. Miranda gently set the plastic next to her on the nightstand.
“Does she do this, like… regularly?” Miranda asked, turning over in her bed and pulling the blankets up over her shoulders.
“No, it’s first time I have got one, but I see her bring out a few before she went to class last semester” Ana said.
“Bitch…” Miranda mumbled.
“I know… I am supposed to hang out with her tomorrow, I will ask what she plans, just rest now. Text me if you start to feel worse” Ana said.
“Ugh… okay, I will, goodnight” Miranda groaned in discomfort.
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Day 136 – Anastazja
Ana woke up later than normal, jet-lagged and still exhausted, but given the circumstances she went through, she didn’t care as much. Ana rolled over, the sky beyond her window still grey and dull. Ana reached for her phone, seeing some not so nice text messages from her teammates, Ana scoffed, fueling her desire to compete even harder against the American girls. “Are you feeling better this morning?” Ana texted Miranda. Ana slumping back in her bed with her phone tucked to her chest as she waited for Miranda to respond.
“Not really… could use some medicine” Miranda texted.
“Okay, I see what I can find for you” Ana replied, placing her phone back on the nightstand. Ana got out of bed and stretched, going to her bathroom to freshen up. Ana exited her bedroom towards the kitchen, looking at the top shelf above the microwave and finding some generic cold medicine. Ana heard a door close behind her, feeling the dull vibrations of footsteps approaching her. Ana with a bottle of cold medicine turned around to see Jessica in some relaxed clothes.
“Hey! Do you still want to hang out today?” Jessica chirped.
“Yeah, but I must drop this off to Miranda, she isn’t feeling well” Ana said.
“That sucks… umm, yeah go ahead, come find me in my room when you’re ready” Jessica said. Ana entered Miranda’s room after knocking, seeing Miranda look much worse than the night before, her cheeks pale and nose flushed red.
“How are you feeling?” Ana asked, sitting at the edge of the bed. Placing the medicine next to the box of tinies still stranded atop the nightstand.
“My throat is so sore… uugghhh… I barely got any sleep” Miranda annoyingly groaned.
“This will help, I will let you rest now, text me when you need me, yes?” Ana chimed. Miranda nodded and reached for the medicine.
Ana exited the cool, stale bedroom, closing the door gently behind her. “Hey!” Lacy chimed to Ana from behind, making the amazon jump slightly.
“Shit! I guess you scare me this time” Ana said. “Sorry about yesterday, I was in a rush” Ana said apologetically.
“It’s okay, are you hanging out with me and Jess today? She said you would” Lacy asked.
“Yeah, I am about to head that way” Ana said.
“Okay! I’ll see you in there” Lacy said.
Ana followed Lacy, straying to the side into her own room while Ana heard Lacy and Jessica start talking from the other side of the wall faintly. Ana turned into her bathroom and straightened up her hair, applying a small amount of makeup to hide her tired eyes, not wanting to deal with any off-hand comments made by Jessica. Satisfied, Ana walked out of her room and turned the corner into Jessica’s room, the door already slightly ajar. Ana saw Lacy and Jessica sitting in a pair of chairs in front of her closet, both of their legs extended just out of view behind the edge of the closet door. “Hey, Ana, go get the chair from your room, we can make some room” Jessica said.
“Ehh… no, that is okay, I just stand” Ana said.
“Alright, suit yourself” Lacy said.
“What is it you are doing?” Ana asked.
“Just hanging out, getting a little sand massage, join us!” Jessica chirped.
“You know I both don’t want to be involved with the tiny people” Ana said.
“Oh, come on, dude, it feels really really good, especially after all that stress on your feet from volleyball practice” Lacy said.
“Yeah, I promise it feels great” Jessica chimed in. Ana gritted her teeth but agreed.
“Fine, but I’ll sit against the wall” Ana said. Stepping her long athletic legs over Lacy, tiptoeing in between the girls, sitting down on the carpet and nestling up on the wall behind them, stretching her legs out longer than both girls, despite being a few inches behind them. Jessica looked down and over at Ana with a rare smile.
“So, what do I do?” Ana asked, watching as Lacy and Jessica rested their heels on the soft micro sand on the outskirts of the city. Ana looked under Jessica’s legs, seeing a few plastic boxes similar to the one she gave to Miranda.
“Sit back, relax and keep your feet relatively still, they will take care of the rest” Jessica said. Ana cringed, remembering the feeling of her micro people crawling all over her body, not sure if she was mentally prepared to feel that again, seeing what remained of skyscrapers and buildings in the distance through the gaps in her toes and between the girls’ feet.
“They do not care that you do this?” Ana investigated.
“They don’t have much of a choice when I’m in charge; they’re trained pretty well by now, but if not… well, let’s just say you wouldn’t want to be in my sight if you didn’t do a good job” Jessica said with a little giggle.
“You do not think that is a little mean by now?” Ana asked.
“It’s been a while with these tiny people, they’re used to it by now, they’re used to me, this is their life now, that’s just kinda how it is” Jessica said without remorse.
“Mhmm…” Lacy softly agreed.
“Uhh… okay… so, Jessica, what exactly do you do with those… boxes?” Ana asked. Staring down her long legs towards her blue painted nails, seeing Jessica’s and Lacy’s sandwiching her own.
“I sell them around campus to women, mostly just from the sorority” Jessica said.
“Like a drug?” Ana inquired.
“I guess you could say that. It makes pretty good money” Jessica said. Ana watching on, not feeling anything yet besides the tiny sand under her heels, noticing micro people all over Lacy and Jessica’s toes; Ana growing a bit more nervous to feel them on her again.
“How does that work?” Ana asked curiously.
“You see those little containers I have set up to the right of the city? Well, they learned by now that if they don’t fill them up in the time frame that I give them that bad things happen, hasn’t been a problem since! After that, I label them, put a little logo on plastic and then take them to campus, or the sorority house, they pay me, send me some reviews and let me know if they want more” Jessica explained.
“Pretty fucking cool, right?” Lacy mediated.
“What if too many people know, and you run out?” Ana asked.
“Well… umm…” Jessica hesitated. “Well, I’ve asked the sorority to keep it mostly to themselves, and my former business professor is working out all the logistics, I know there’s still a massive population left, so unless they really piss me off, then I don’t think we will run out any time soon” Jessica said confidentially, curling and scrunching her toes together, engulfing the micro people within her flesh, “that means not pissing me off” Jessica reiterated, Ana seeing a few red stains in the gaps between her toes, and some dots falling down and smashing in the sand, but hundreds still remaining atop Jessica’s toes.
“That is interesting, and uh… what happens if you do not get a good review?” Ana inquired, but she started to feel a tickle on the balls of her feet, then atop her toes, then the gaps between her toes and at the base of her heels where they met sand. Ana cringed and breathed deeply, trying not to show Lacy and Jessica. Ana gripped the shallow carpet, trying to keep her feet still, nearly pulling out the strands of the cheap carpet.
“I haven’t gotten a single bad review yet, so… I guess that hasn’t really crossed my mind… hmmm… let me think about that, actually” Jessica nodded.
“Maybe you could educate them if there were to ever be a bad review” Lacy said, implying some catastrophic deaths would occur if Jessica were to receive a negative remark.
“Haha yeah… they’re no strangers to punishment, I even have some high heels that I would use specifically for that. Hey, Ana, do you want to maybe, give some samples of mine to your volleyball team? I’ll give you a good cut if they decide to buy some off me” Jessica asked.
“Uhhh…” Ana hesitated, seeing the micro people pour in between her toes and atop her nails, feeling them crawl under her blue painted nails, seeing helicopters hover slightly above the rounds of her toes as it continued to drop subservient specks. Ana cringed again, her eyebrows lowering as she concentrated to ignore the tickling sensation and keep her feet still, “I guess I can ask, but we are not on the best of terms, as you say” Ana insisted.
“Cool, just ask! But you have to tell them it’s just a product, nobody is going to believe you when you say you are selling tiny people, that’s up to them to figure out for themselves later” Jessica said.
“Hey, Jess… have you ever thought about if some goody two shoes girl ever tried to call the cops on you or something?” Lacy asked, wiggling her toes in pleasure as the pressure from the Toy Town citizens pressed on the toes of her bare feet.
“Don’t worry, I got that covered… Have they started on you yet, Ana?” Jessica insisted.
“Ehhh… yep!” Ana said, trying to sound enthusiastic.
“We’re gonna go get some drinks after this if you want to come along, a little last-minute celebration before classes start up again” Jessica said.
“I can’t, I have to be there if Miranda gets worse in health” Ana said, attempting to relax her tense body, easing her grip on the carpet as the tickling atop her feet started to turn into a more palpable pressing pleasure against her skin.
“That’s okay, you take care of her, just… make sure you don’t get sick, or all of us sick” Jessica said.
“Yeah, that’s the last thing I fucking need” Lacy said.
Anastazja reared her head back, resting against the wall as she closed her eyes, still tired, feeling the tickling from the micro people between her toes turn into the feintest foot massage, feeling their bodies rub against the thick wrinkles above her heels. Maybe it was because they were bigger than her rug people, she thought, although still just specks. Ana hummed her throat in a bit of pleasure as she concentrated on the movements of the people across her skin, feeling them rub against the inside of her toes and the unique feeling of them rubbing under her nails. Ana resting her arms at her side as she began to drift away, Jessica and Lacy’s conversation becoming more audibly distant.
Ana suddenly woke up, her neck and back sore from the uncomfortable position as she straightened her head up, it was slightly brighter outside, realizing that Jessica and Lacy were gone, their chairs still in the same spot. Ana didn’t feel anything on her feet as she dragged them backwards, carving out a canyon in the sand by the city. Ana noticed the boxes full of people were gone as well, left alone in Jessica’s room with her city sprawled out right in front of her for the first time since she tried to sabotage them before the war with Jessica and Miranda. Ana breathed deeply and stood up, gently closing the closet door and returning to her room, opening up a text on her phone from Jessica, “Hey, you fell asleep, Lacy and I didn’t want to wake up a sleeping giant, so we sneaked out. I take it as the highest compliment that my people did such a good job that they relaxed you to sleep, I’ll see you later! P.s. left a little something for you” Ana read.
Ana tried to stretch her neck, but it was painfully stiff. Ana texted Miranda to ask how she was doing, but there was no reply, Ana assuming Miranda was finally getting some sick sleep. Ana deciding to indulge herself, wanted to continue her sudden nap, stepping towards her door and closing it behind her as she noticed one of Jessica’s boxes full of tinies on the floor by her gym bag, the box surrounded by Ana’s athletic shoes, dirty shorts, and dirty socks. “Hmmm…” Ana murmured. Ana brushed her socks away from the box and gently brought it to her chest, bending the box around her tits as she reared her stiff neck around to see how many were in there before finding the label written on the side saying 250 “items”.
Conflicting thoughts were racing through Ana’s mind, she had devastated an entire country to rid herself of the burden of micro people, putting her foot down strongly, quite literally, against interaction with them, remaining firm with Miranda and the roommates to not get involved with them, seeing them as weak, useless, annoying pests; but here she was, a box of 250 of Jessica’s people in her hands. Part of Ana was annoyed, part of her was a bit angry, letting herself fall right back into being involved with what she swore away, part of her was trying to rationalize the situation, knowingly surrounded by micro people all over the apartment, realizing it was impossible to avoid them, as much as she tried to over the previous months, much to no real success, a pop here, a crunch there, a random bloodstain on her shoe on an off day. Ana sighed heavily, “Maybe you can be of use…” Ana reluctantly said.
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The red goddess shook the prison between her hands from her smallest movements, the plastic pressed up against the cloth covering her tits to soften the intense vibrations. Suddenly, the top of the prison was ripped off revealing her emerald green eyes looking down on them, her auburn hair cascading down her head, the 250 people seeing the subtle freckles on her perfect face, her lips stern as her eyes looked them all up and down. They were raised up, the people falling to the ground as they were now level with her eyes, her breathing becoming louder, reverberating through the prison.
Most people looking at her impossibly huge face, her large plump lips almost seemingly in touching distance they were so big, yet still hundreds of feet away. Others elected to ignore the intense height different and look miles downwards through the translucent floor, seeing her entire body from the neck down, their vision almost blurring from the otherworldly distance to the floor, her toes curling into the carpet so far below, seeing her ample tits stick out further as her cleavage was revealed protruding atop the grey tank top. “I HAVE SORE NECK, SO MAYBE YOU CAN HELP ME, YES?” The voice boomed over the edge of the prison.
Her thumb and index finger descended down from over the edge and down the opening of the prison, some people choosing to run away from where they thought she was going to place them, but the distance was too far to cover. Her fingers pressing down on a few people as their bodies smashed and liquified against her skin, then she pinched her fingers together, her blue nails dragging and scraping across the plastic, smearing and cutting up the remains of the previously squished people, amassing a few dozen people between the creases of her digits, pressing them with significant strain, to what she thought was gentle, to them, people smearing against her fingers in agony as their bodies popped and folded with ease, gushing to explosions as their blood sprayed on the people pinched in the middle of the gore, still alive because the other bodies softened the pressure on them. The people pinched were raised up, seeing a few squished remains fall to the floor below out of view, a rushing gust of wind as they were pulled past her face and released on her shoulder surrounded by a thick wall of auburn strands of hair.
The fingers releasing them, along with the dead remains of their former neighbors, injured and scared as they knew it was best to huddle in a tight group for balance atop the giantess. “UGH… THAT IS GROSS” the giantess echoed out, some of the people on her shoulder watching as she inspected her fingers, seeing the red stains on her skin as she rubbed them together to return the skin to normal. “THIS WONT WORK, YOU ARE TOO FRAGILE, WE TRY SOMETHING DIFFERENT” the voice boomed again as her body started to vibrate. The dozen or so people surviving atop her shoulder, huddled around the dead and squished carcasses that were released with them, trying to grab ahold of her hair or skin as she twisted her body to the side as she moved. The people were sent tumbling forward off her body with the momentum she generated all with a single step towards her bed. They tumbled off her skin, hitting hard against her flesh as they found themselves screaming all the way down, freefalling towards her cleavage as they one at a time smashed and slammed against the mountainous tits, exploding on impact, leaving miniscule red dots that could have been easily confused for a barely visible freckle.
A loud thud and shake threw everyone to the ground as the prison full over 200 still surviving people settled on her nightstand after being released by her grip, the huge red glowing numbers of her clock towering over them as the colon blinked a deeply terrifying red towards them. They watched on as the red headed goddess laid face down in her bed, adjusting her long toned body down the length of the entire bed, fluffing her pillows to the side so she could place her head to the side to look at them, folding her hands under her chin and bending her arms outward as she just stared at them, hardly blinking, her lips turning and curling at the edges as they could tell she was in contemplation. She reached out her hand from under her chin and gripped the top of the plastic with a few fingers, gently hovering the prison over her exposed back, looking at them from the corner of her eye as she brought them down slowly and began to tip them, awkwardly bending her arm to get the edge against her skin.
The tinies began to slide down, massing together in a pile as they spilled out over her back near her neck. The box shook above them a few times, nobody left in the container as it disappeared from their sky, place back on the table, her arm bending back down and under her chin as they swayed and stumbled across her back from the movements. Immediately, they started rising up and down with the rhythm of her breathing, trying to keep balance as many people fell down, struggling to get back up. “YOU RUB NECK AND TOP OF BACK SO I CAN SLEEP, PLEASE PRESS HARD AS YOU CAN” her immensely loud voice still prominent through the air, even muffled by the pillow at her mouth.
The tinies began to yell at each other, splitting in groups while getting used to the rising and falling of her back. Spreading out around her hair and beginning to punch and elbow into the thick flesh in attempt to cause some kind of noticeable sensation for the goddess. Others were not so lucky, trying to walk up her back, covered in waves of her flowing hair, deciding to try and cut through it to more quickly reach her neck, but they became entangled in the volumes of thickets, the more they struggled, the more it wrapped around them, begging the groups passing by to pry them out, but they were ignored as they wanted to get to applying pressure to the neck as quickly as possible to avoid any kind of punishment if they didn’t do a good job.
People taking the longer path past the hair no problem as they found valleys of skin to walk up between her hair until they started to feel the curvature of her toned shoulders turn into a more intense curve of her neck, spreading out all around and more than a hundred people began drop to their knees and rub, or jump up and down, or anything they could they thought would give her a pleasant feeling. “MMMM…” a deep pleasurable sigh escaped from under her, motivating the tinies to work even harder.
What felt like an eternity of time had passed for the tinies, but the towering red numbers signaled it had only been around 20 minutes for the goddess, time seeming to slow down for the people the harder they worked. People’s bodies were breaking, exhausting, expiring, muscles aching as they still pushed and prodded as deep as they could into her skin. Finally, they could hear her softly snore, the rising and falling of her back started to soften and decrease in frequency. Some of the groups rubbing her back decided to go and pry out those that had been trapped in her hair, tugging and pulling at the auburn strands until they were free, almost kissing her skin in joy just to be out of the immobile situation. 223 people growing satisfied that their work had put the goddess to sleep, lightening up their pressure, finally giving their bodies a break to gain some much-needed energy. Some encouraged actually started having relatively normal conversations with the other groups near them, talking about old sports rivalries from their old world, or their favorite foods. People from Toy Town almost smiling for the first time in ages while they pushed their hands into the muscular flesh of the giantess woman sleeping below them.
The joy didn’t last… the giantess started to move in her sleep, snoring as her body began to twitch below the people. Stunned, as they stood up, not knowing where to go or how to move, her body lurched to the side sending everyone tumbling across her skin, some people bouncing off her hair into a spin as they screamed along with everyone else. Her body at a 90-degree angle to them now as they began to slide and fall out against the sheets at the giantess’ side. The bed soft below them, but a few people dying from the impact, many others with broken limbs and bruised internal organs from the fall, wailing in agonizing pain as they stared up her back upright and away from them now. The people the least injured trying to regroup and gather people in the shadow of her back to tend to their wounds and figure out a plan to get out of the death trap if she were to move at all again.
A few minutes had passed as they continued to tend to peoples’ injuries, but they felt another deep tremor within the bed, surrounded by waves and canyons of towering sheets and blankets above them, they had nowhere to run, many unable to move anyway as he body lurched forward, bouncing, turning completely around, her chest now facing the ceiling as she continued to turn, the intense quakes below the tiny people as they screamed in fear unable to stand up, watching from below as the side of her left tit grew above them. Her tit pressed into them, embedding them into the bed which gave them some relief at first, but the pressure from her body weight was too much, her breasts rolled over them as they began to crunch and squished against the top of her flesh and some against the fibers of the tank top.
The strongest surviving people trying to push against the squish and softer flesh, but to no avail, with each agonizingly slow second to them, the weight continued to pile up on them, pressing down on their bodies as their ribs broke, screaming in pain as they felt their skulls crack, one last breath before their screams were squelched against the skin of her tits. 250 people nothing but left over gory remains against the skin of her tits or bloodstains buried deep withing the fibers of her bed. For them, the joy would have never lasted.
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Anastazja awoke once more, finally feeling rested, pleasantly stretching her arms up, noticing that it was late at night again, the jet lag still desperately needing to be adjusted. Ana rolled over on her back, “oh shit!” Ana said, realizing there were people on her back from earlier, not feeling anything pop against her skin. Ana, with just the glow of the red numbers from her clock and a hint of moonlight from her window couldn’t see anything, or feel anything, reaching for her phone on the nightstand, accidentally knocking the plastic box off the tabletop. She turned on the flashlight of her phone and scanned her body with the bright light from the phone, starting at her stomach, seeing nothing, over her tank top, seeing a bit of red splotches on her chest, “huh?” Ana said surprised. She continued to scan the light over herself, seeing a dime-sized dried red blood stain on the top of her left breast, licking her finger and wiping it off like nothing happened.
Ana smirked, “I must have moved in my sleep…but… there’s nothing I can do about that” she mumbled to herself. Ana sat the phone back down on her nightstand and twisted her neck around, feeling significantly less stiffness than she did earlier. She used her knuckles to press against either side of her chin and pop her neck, “Oh my god, that feels so much better” Ana said shocked, yawning and stretching her body on the length of her bed, pointing her toes over the edge of the end of the bed and then slumping back down against her pillows and blankets. Ana let out a pleasant sigh and reached back for her phone, a little smile on her face, swiping to Jessica’s name first.
“Thanks for the little surprise, they work wonders, I had no idea. I will talk to some girls that I am cool with on my team, but I cannot make a promise to you” Ana texted Jessica.
“What’sup bitch! Im drunk af, yeah no problm, and please do!” Jessica responded pretty quickly. Ana shook her head and swiped to Miranda.
“Hey girl, I hope you are feeling better, I know it is late, so I hope you are asleep. Maybe we should talk about some serious things when you are back to healthy, I have a lot to explain” Ana texted Miranda. Ana feeling a bit guilty, not knowing if Miranda would approve of the recent behavior, but Ana felt confident she could rationalize her actions to her friend. In the meantime, Ana would try to force herself back to sleep, tossing and turning in her bed wide awake, frustrated, Ana put on a jacket, shoes and some shorts, running off into the night for a jog while she thought about her place in the world…