The
farmhouse was quiet in the morning, its sole resident hard at work outside in
the fields. Alexis McGinny inherited the property after her parents retired and
moved south, leaving her the fully furnished, two story house and two hundred
acres of farmland, most of which she rented out to other farmers. With the few
acres she left for herself, Alexis grew enough food and made enough money to
get by, though it meant she only spent any time in the house during the
evenings and before the crack of dawn. It made her feel bad that such a great
living space was only used for sleeping and eating breakfast and dinner, but it
couldn’t be helped running the farm by herself. She considered hiring help, but
she couldn’t compete with what the larger farms were offering. So, the house
stayed empty for most of the day, at least she thought it did.
With
bountiful amounts of food available and no one around to safeguard them, the
farmhouse became an idyllic hideaway for a pair of borrowers. Rand and Pick
came across the property a month ago. While most farms had dogs, cats, and
other animals to contend with, the McGinny estate had nothing save for a couple
cows and a few old hens, meaning there were little threats to the three-inch
invaders besides the woman who was never present during the day. The tiny pair
would spend their days hunting and hide themselves at night, and Alexis was
none the wiser.
“Pick,
check it out! The human left a pie cooling on the windowsill!” Rand called out.
He had climbed up onto the kitchen counter, a few feet away from the open
window.
“So?” Pick
asked from the floor. “There’s no way we can take that without leaving a
trail.” Rand was always trying to go after “big scores,” underestimating his
human host’s observational skills. “How many times do I got to tell you. We
stick to small stuff she won’t notice: crumbs on the floor, morsels dropped
behind the fridge, maybe a grape or cherry if we’re lucky.” The tiny woman was
walking in the space between the counter and the refrigerator, tossing old
crumbs into a cloth sack. She and Rand didn’t have real clothes, being so
small, so they wrapped torn up bits of tissue around their important bits. She
tied her long, black hair into a thick braid; she’d love to cut it off, but she
didn’t trust herself or Rand with the few sharp objects they were able to
wield.
Pick
reached the end of her confined corridor. The counter was built into the wall,
but the fridge on her right had a narrow space behind it. There was usually
good stuff back there, small fruits and crumbs knocked off the counter impossible
to notice or vacuum up thanks to the heavy appliance blocking the area off, but
there was something new there today. A flat, black piece of plastic covered in
a clear slime. Unsure what it was, Pick reached out to poke it, but she was
interrupted by Rand shouting to her.
“I’m just taking one bite. She
won’t notice that. She’ll think a bird got it or something,” he said, unable to
resist the tantalizing treat. The pie smelled so good; the scent of blueberries
filled the kitchen and drew the miniature man ever closer to the forbidden
fruit pie. Pick drew back from the foreign object and looked up.
That idiot, she thought.
“Don’t you dare!” Pick pressed herself against the side of the cupboard and
stretched her legs out to the fridge opposite of her as she propelled herself
upwards. Climbing tall heights was second-nature for a borrower, and she had no
trouble scaling the oversized furnishing. If you so much as take a handful
before I get up there… Pick was near the top of the counter when her heart
skipped a beat. A loud creaking echoed through the kitchen as the front door to
the house opened.
Pick felt the vibrations ripple
through the wood counter as boots stomped along the old, creaky floor. The tiny
looked up just in time to see her host pass by the tight crevice. Alexis was
6’3”, with long, brown hair that came down past her broad shoulders. Her daisy
dukes cut off at her immense thighs, and her cropped flannel left little else
to the imagination.
“Pie should be done cooling by
now,” Alexis muttered to herself, wiping the sweat off her forehead as she
approached the windowsill. At the sound of the front door opening, Rand hid
behind a cutlery set before he could reach the pie. The farmgirl grabbed the
confection and closed the window, bringing the pie to the countertop just next
to the fridge. Pick gulped, her face flush red, for she was positioned within
the perfect vantage point to stare at the acres of underboob stretched out
above her, fully exposed within the flannel tied across the woman’s opulent
chest. The borrower long held a crush on the gargantuan farmgirl; watching her
work the fields was what led her and Rand to the house in the first place. But
ever since she was a kid, all she heard about humans was that they were evil
and vicious and loved to torture tinies in all sorts of creative ways.
Borrowers were to never interact with humans; that had been the law of their
people from time immemorial. It didn’t stop Pick from fantasizing, though.
Alexis grabbed a plate and cut into
the pie, releasing a wave of blueberry smell throughout the kitchen. Pick saw
the farmgirl’s tongue roll across her lips and so desperately wished she could
be in that lucky piece of pie. Of course, getting eaten was a nightmare for any
tiny. Nobody in their right mind would want to roll around on a massive tongue,
feel the tastebuds brush across their body as they were coated in a warm, thick
layer of saliva and pressed against the grooved hard palate before being sucked
the down the throat with incredible force, slide down the wet, pulsing
esophagus deeper and deeper until finally landing in a dark pool of gastric
acid where they’d slowly dissolve and become a refreshment for a beautiful,
hard-working woman in need of calories after a tough, sweat-filled day. The
thin tissue covering the tiny’s crotch dampened as she got lost in a detailed
labyrinth of lewd thoughts.
With where Pick was positioned, the
tiny girl was actually inside the corner of Alexis’ vision, but the worn-out
farmer was too focused on her treat to notice. She stepped to the side and
opened the fridge, the door blocking Pick’s view of her crush and snapping her
out of her steamy daydreams. As much as she wanted to maintain her vantage
point, it wasn’t worth the risk of being spotted. She started to climb down as
Alexis pulled a full glass jar of milk out of her fridge. The woman
thoughtlessly slammed the jug onto her countertop, the shock hurtling through
the structure and knocking Pick off balance. Her foot slipped off the fridge
and she was sent flailing down to the floor a few feet below. With nothing
around to slow her descent, Pick closed her eyes and prayed, prayed that she’d
live, prayed that Rand could rescue her, prayed that Alexis would catch her and
fall in love with her.
Pick felt herself splatter along
the floor. At first, she thought her backside was soaked in her own blood, but
as the girl opened her eyes, she realized she was unscathed. She had landed on
the flat, black plastic she found earlier, her fall broken by the sticky
substance layered on top of it. Lying face up, she couldn’t move. Everything
from her head, down her back, and all the way to her feet was caught in an
adhesive too powerful to break free from. She couldn’t even move her neck to
look around, her vision limited to the ceiling and the walls. She heard a chair
screech against the floor as Alexis sat down at the kitchen table to eat,
unaware of the tiny caught behind the fridge. Pick wanted to scream, get
someone’s attention, but Rand was still somewhere in the house, and she
couldn’t risk alerting the giant woman to his presence.
Pick lied there in silence, tears
dripping down her cheeks as she racked her brain for any way out of this
predicament. She couldn’t move at all, the adhesive was stronger than anything
she’d felt before. She wasn’t sure if Rand could even help if he found her. The
sounds of a fork striking a plate and teeth chewing on crust were the tiny’s
only company. Now faced with real mortal peril, Pick cursed herself out for
having her stupid fantasies, her stained skirt an embarrassment to be
immortalized on her soon-to-be corpse.
Once finished with her slice of
pie, Alexis rinsed off the dish and placed the rest of it in the fridge.
Satisfied, she patted the slight bulge in her belly and returned to the work
waiting for her outside. With the immediate threat out of earshot, Pick screamed
with deafening intensity.
“Rand! Help me! Rand!” With the
coast clear, Rand ran over to the edge of the counter, peeking his head over
the side to find the source of the screaming.
“Pick! What happened to you?”
“I’m stuck,” she cried, tears and
snot pouring out of her face, “I can’t move.”
“Gimme a sec.” Rand scaled down the
side of the counter, keeping his distance from whatever it was Pick got herself
caught in. Upon reaching the floor, Rand examined the piece of plastic holding
Pick in place. He didn’t dare touch it, hoping to avoid sharing his partner’s
fate.
“How’d you get stuck in that?”
“I fell. Please, get me out of this
thing!” Pick struggled with all her might, but all she could move were her
fingers and toes. With her head stuck facing the ceiling, she had to point her
eyes as far down as she could to see Rand’s face.
“How do you expect me to do that?”
Rand slammed his fist into the side of the counter. “Dammit, you really messed
up! This place was perfect, and you messed it all up!” Pick saw the tears
forming in his eyes.
“What are you saying?” It was
getting hard to speak with how much she was hyperventilating. “You’re not going
to leave me here.”
“What choice do I have? This is
obviously some trap placed by the giant. It’s only a matter of time before she
finds you, and then she’ll be on high alert for more of us.” He slammed both
hands into the counter. “This place was so perfect, and you had to go and ruin
it!” Rand wiped the tears from his cheeks and grabbed the sack that Pick left
on the floor.
“No, please. Don’t leave me here.
Please,” she whimpered. She couldn’t see Rand’s back as he left her behind.
…
Hours
passed, Pick still trapped in a persisting stillness. It was evening, and even
though she was lying down, she couldn’t sleep. After a while, she couldn’t cry
anymore. All she could do was stare at the ceiling and wait for death to take
her. The monotony of her existence subsided at the sound of the front door
creaking open and the twin thuds of unlaced boots falling to the floor. Alexis
was talking on her cellphone as she sauntered to her kitchen table, taking a
seat while she conversed.
“Yeah, Ma,
the exterminator came yesterday. He only sprayed outside, but he said he
noticed these little footprints around the house, thinks its mice. I don’t
know, I’ve never seen any inside, but he laid these traps around. Y’know, the
sticky ones. I got rid of all the ones I could find, hope I didn’t miss any.”
“Why’d you
do that?” her mom asked. “If there’s mice in your house, you should kill them.
You don’t want them breeding in there.”
“Not with
those things. Y’know how cruel that is, just leaving them stuck there to
starve. At least the snapping ones kill ‘em quick, not that I want those in my
house either.” Pick overheard the conversation. Her heart fluttered as a path
to rescue opened up to her. Was Gran wrong? she thought, recalling the
stories her grandma told her before bedtime. This human is nice. She must
be. Tears welled back up in her bloodshot eyes. Even if she isn’t, what
do I have to lose? Pick screamed with all her might, overpowering the
running fridge in front of her.
“Help me!
Please, help me!”
Alexis
turned around in her seat, lowering her phone for a moment. She peeked around
the fridge towards the foyer, wondering where the squeaky voice was coming
from. “Ma, is there someone with you?”
“No, your
Pa’s out at the docks.”
“Help!
Please!” Pick continued.
“Ma, I’ll
call you back.” Alexis set her phone down and approached the fridge. She
checked inside first, not sure where that squeaking sound was coming from. Then
she checked the freezer, either side of the fridge, and finally peeked around
the back. On the floor was one of the mouse traps she’d missed with a puny
creature struggling in its grasp. Alexis squeezed her arm through the gap
between the refrigerator and the wall, placing her fingertip on the edge of the
trap, above Pick’s head, and dragged it towards her until it was close enough
to pick up. Holding it up, Alexis was face to face with the weeping borrower.
“Oh my
goodness!” she startled, dropping the trap in her panic. She jumped back as the
trap bounced on the floor, falling over on top of Pick. The farmgirl crouched
down and lifted the trap up gingerly to reveal the tiny girl. It took a few
seconds for her brain to process what she was looking at.
“What are
you?” she asked, lifting the trap back up to her face. Pick was choking on
tears and snot, an onslaught of fear and relief overwhelming her ability to
think straight. Seeing the state of the little lady, Alexis put aside her
bemusement and snapped into action. “Oh, oh, I gotta get you outta there!” The
woman looked around her, hoping something could jog an idea on what to do. “I
can’t peel you out without hurting you…” She trotted back to the table, putting
down the trap and picking up her phone, redialing the last called contact.
“Ma, y’know
those sticky traps I mentioned? How do I get something outta one?”
“What? What
are you talking about?”
“The mouse
traps, I, uh,” Alexis glanced down at Pick, “I dropped, uh, a ring on one and
can’t get it off.”
“A ring?”
her mom responded. “Since when do you wear a ring? Wait, are you getting
married!? You didn’t tell me you were seeing someone!”
“No, Ma, I
ain’t- It’s just a normal ring. How do I-“
“Who is
she!? Why am I only just now hearing about this!?”
“Goshdarnnit,
Ma! I ain’t getting married. It’s a class ring. I was wearing it because,”
Alexis glanced down again. Pick was still crying. “It doesn’t matter why. How
do I get it off?”
“I don’t
know, bleach? Acetone?”
“No, Ma,
that’ll kill her.”
“Kill her?”
“I mean,
that’ll damage the metal.”
“Then try
vinegar, I guess.”
“Vinegar.
Got it. Thanks, Ma.” Alexis hung up the phone and bent over Pick, smiling as if
to calm an ailing animal. “Gimme one sec. I’ll have you out in a jiffy.” She
ran over to her cupboard, pulled out a jug of white vinegar and tore off a
sheet of paper towel before rushing back to the table. Picked coughed as
vinegar cascaded onto her, loosening the grip the adhesive had on her. For the
first time in hours, the tiny woman could move her arms and legs, though the
numbness kept her from becoming too animate. Alexis gently peeled her off the plastic
and wrapped her in the paper towel, dribbling a bit more vinegar as she wiped
off the rest of the glue. There was still some stuck in her hair and within the
folds of her skin, but she was able to move again. Alexis tossed the paper
towel aside and held Pick in her palm. The vinegar destroyed her tissue
clothing, leaving the small woman naked and shivering. In the back of her mind,
Pick was glad that the embarrassing stain on her skirt was no more.
“Are you
okay? I’m so sorry, I thought I got ridda all those. Granted, I was worried
about mice getting caught up in them, not a little lady. I didn’t even know
there were little people. Well, like really little people, I know there’s
little people, but they ain’t this little…” Pick couldn’t get a word in as
Alexis’ undistilled thoughts streamed out of her mouth. “…Anyways, you smell
real bad now. I guess that’s my fault, heh. Let’s clean you off.” Alexis
started for the sink, gripping Pick in her fingers to make sure she didn’t
fall, but stopped midway. “Nah, the faucet might be too harsh on you. I’ll draw
a bath.”
Alexis
brought Pick into the bathroom and crouched over the tub as she drew hot water
from the faucet. She held the tiny in her left hand while swishing her right in
the water, waiting for it to reach the right temperature.
“You don’t
have to do all this for me,” Pick whimpered. The bathtub was a lake to her,
deep enough to hold over a hundred borrowers. It was simply too much. Why did
this woman care so much about her well-being? Pick had been stealing food from
her for a month, and she was drawing a whole bath for her. Nothing good in life
came without a cost, that was the one thing Pick could be certain of.
“Don’t be
silly, it’s no trouble.” When the water reached the top, Alexis pulled her hand
out and shook it before lowering the tiny to the floor. “Besides, I still need
to wash off, myself.” Alexis stood up. Pick had never stood directly under her.
The sheer scale on display was oppressive. The woman’s body stretched upward
forever, her legs were like pillars holding up the heavens. Even craning her
neck as far back as it could, Pick could barely see the top of the giantess;
the woman that held her and talked to her was gone, replaced with a brawny,
curvy monolith. Pick’s face burned a bright, cherry red as Alexis untied the
knot holding the front of her scant shirt together. Her hefty tits dropped with
enough force that they’d flatten the little woman were she privileged enough to
be beneath them. Alexis pulled down her shorts and underwear, revealing what
little of her stout glutes were not already on display. She bent over to pick
Pick up, but recoiled her hand as it reached out for her. “What’s wrong? Are
you okay!?”
Pick was
panting, her face so red it looked like it could burst any second. She had to
look away, down at the floor, the woman in front of her too much to process.
The puny lass was shapely herself, but she couldn’t possibly compare to what
stood before her. “I’m fine, I’m fine. You’re just,” she couldn’t admit it, it
was too embarrassing, “It’s just real steamy in here. Because of the hot
water.”
“Silly,”
Alexis giggled, wrapping her fingers around her. Pick choked up at the touch as
they brushed across her backside and closed in around her chest and legs. “We
ain’t even stepped in yet.” Alexis dipped a toe in, and slowly sunk the rest of
her leg as her body adjusted to the heat. She let out a heavy sigh as she sat
down, the warm water reaching up to her chest. Holding Pick at the water’s
surface, she let the girl soak for a bit before grabbing a soap bar off a
overhanging shelf and sudsing her palms. The feeling of lathering the
borrower’s body in soap reminded Alexis of cleaning off her dolls when she was
younger; she’d wash them off in the bath just like this, back when her toys
were the only friends she had.
Pick could
hardly contain herself. The tips of Alexis’ thumbs and fingers rubbed every
part of her from the neck down. Thinking about plastic dolls, the woman paid no
mind to the fact that she was squeezing Pick’s breasts, fondling her butt, and
caressing her legs. The little lady was so soft; it felt gratifying handling
her, like petting a small animal. She kept rubbing until Pick started
convulsing, snapping Alexis out of her nostalgia-fueled trance. “Am I holding
you too tight?” she asked. Pick gritted her teeth, unable to answer as her body
jerked around in the giantess’ fingers. Watching the tiny writhe in her hands,
Alexis put the pieces together in her head. Her thumb creeped up Pick’s crotch,
holding it there as the tiny’s thighs tightened around it. A playful grin drew
across Alexis’ face as she moved her thumb up and down the borrower’s crotch.
The time spent in the water wrinkled the thumb’s surface, adding extra texture
and friction to every stroke. Pick moaned, unable to hold her feelings in
anymore. Her back arched, the grip her thighs had on the massive thumb
tightened, and with one final moan she climaxed, her ejaculate disappearing in
the hot bath water.
Alexis
giggled as she submerged Pick’s torso into the water, rinsing away the suds
clinging to her body. Her dolls were certainly never this lively in the bath.
The borrower kept her head above the surface as she caught her breath. Once
Pick was clean, Alexis laid her gently on the bath shelf, freeing her hands to
scrub her own body while the worn-out tiny recovered. Pick was so overcome with
euphoria that she couldn’t feel her stomach rumbling; she hadn’t eaten since
early morning, and while the gurgling was a steady companion during her
entrapment, now the only thing occupying her mind was Alexis.
“I can wash
you too,” the borrower panted, crawling towards the edge of the shelf. “I want
to help you.” Alexis stopped scrubbing a moment to glance over at Pick.
“Are you up
for that? Your stomach keeps growling, you should conserve your energy ‘til I
get some grub in you.”
“Please,”
she begged, her arms hanging limply over the edge. Alexis wanted to refuse her,
tell her to rest up until she was done, but those pleading eyes of hers were so
cute.
“Alright,
you can cover my back.” Alexis rolled over, pressing her chest against the
slanted edge of the porcelain tub and rested her arms along the rim. She
grabbed her long, brown hair and pulled it over her left shoulder, unveiling
her upper back. The skin there was a much paler shade than her neck and arms.
Pick slowly stood up and fell off the shelf into the water below. With some
effort, she swam onto Alexis’ waiting back just as the woman rubbed some soap
onto her shoulder. “Use that. Just do what you can, I’ve got a brush for the
rest.” Pick covered her arms in suds and got to lathering. The giantess’ back
muscles were tense, hardened through years of strenuous labor and heavy
lifting. It took all of Pick’s stamina to spread the soap across her tough skin
while maintaining her balance on the soaking wet back, but it was worth it. Even
with her miniscule, delicate hands, Pick’s motions soothed the tired farmer.
Alexis dang near fell asleep she was so relaxed, but the sound of Pick falling
into the water jolted her awake.
Alexis
quickly turned around in time to lift Pick’s exhausted body out of the bath.
She was breathing heavy, her heartbeat raced against Alexis’ palm, but she
managed to scrub almost all of the woman’s upper back. “You did good. Now,
let’s dry off and fill you up with something.” Alexis rose from the bath,
dripping water cascading down her curves and splashing back into the pool. She
wrapped a towel around herself as she got out, placing Pick on the flat edge of
the sink. She tore off a square of toilet paper and handed it to the miniature
woman to dry herself off with.
“I’m sorry.
Everything’s happened so fast, and I ain’t even gotten your name. I feel so
bad, playing with you like that without even getting to know you first,” Alexis
said as she dried off. Pick bolted up, her fatigue subsiding for a moment.
“No, don’t
apologize!” she shouted, waving her arms frantically. “My name is Pick. You can
do anything you want to me,” she blurted out, her mind still drifting on cloud
nine.
“Right now,
I just wanta feed you,” Alexis snickered. “You’re a funny little thing, Pick.
I’m Alexis. Some people call me Alex or Lexie, but I don’t care one way or the
other.” Holding her towel around her with one hand, she held the other out to shake
with Pick. Her fingers stacked on top of each other, pointed at the borrower,
stood as tall as she was. Pick grabbed the tip of the index finger with both
hands and shook. Alexis’ hand didn’t move at all, really only Pick’s upper arms
shook up and down.
…
Alexis
smiled as Pick dug into the block of cheddar she had cubed for her. The cheese
was a third of her size, and she held it like a large box in her lap as she bit
into it. She was still naked, her ragged clothing long gone; Alexis adorned
herself in a bathrobe loosely tied together at the waist, much of her cleavage
on display for the tiny girl.
“A
borrower, huh?” Alexis mused. “But isn’t it more like stealing? It’s not like
you’re giving back the crumbs you take.”
“That’s
just what Gran called us. According to her, the giants have plenty to share,
and we’re saving everyone time by not asking permission.”
“Well, you
coulda asked. I don’t mind sharing.”
“She also
told us giants are evil and can’t be trusted, that your people delight in
devising all sorts of ways of disposing of us.” Alexis shivered at the thought.
A dead critter was tragic enough, the
image of a shrunken person being torn to shreds by a trap or animal, or worse,
made her shudder.
“That
probably is true to some degree. Most farmers don’t like small creatures
raiding their stock.” Pick’s eyes lowered, ashamed to have taken advantage of
the woman’s hard work for so long. “I’m not a fan of the idea myself, but
killing you seems cruel when you’re just trying get by like the rest of us.”
“I was so
scared when I was trapped in that thing. I thought you put it there to get rid
of us.”
“Absolutely
not! I’ll spray repellants and destroy nests I find, but those things are
barbaric.” Alexis grabbed a cheddar cube and pushed it past her lips, chewing
it to bits, unaware of the fact Pick stopped nibbling to watch her. “You
mentioned ‘us,” are there more’a you around?”
“I’ve only
ever known two other borrowers: my Gran who passed away a few years ago, and my
old partner, but he left me.” Pick grimaced. “Gran used to tell us our people
aren’t all that common, that you could fit every borrower in the world under a
single human roof.”
“You sound
as lonely as me,” Alexis spoke with a self-deprecating grin. “Well, you’re
welcome to stay as long as you like. I could use the company and I got plenty
of food to feed a little mouth like yours.” Tears welled up in Pick’s eyes. She
couldn’t believe how hard her luck had turned around.
“T-thank
you.”
…
With stars
in the sky and food in Pick’s belly, the two women set for bed. There was no
A/C in the old farmhouse, so on hot summer nights Alexis slept naked. She laid
on her back on her queen sized bed, Pick nestled between her mountainous
breasts. Seconds after hitting the sack, Alexis was out cold, snoring louder
than a blaring siren. Despite her exhaustion, Pick couldn’t sleep. Not only was
the snoring loud, but the giant woman’s heart beat intensely against Pick’s
ear, separated by only a layer of flesh and muscle. But what really kept Pick
awake was the excitement coursing through her body. Her wildest dreams were
coming true. A life that could only be lived in her fantasies had become her
reality. Every moment she waited for it to end, for her to snap out of her
stupor and awake to the harsh life she had only known before. But such thoughts
were drowned out by the cacophonous heartbeat and tumultuous snoring of her new
companion.
Alexis
rolled over onto her side, sandwiching Pick between her boobs. The weight was
too much for the borrower to move, like all the weight of the world crashing
onto her back. Once again, the little lady found herself trapped, but things
were different now. The cold, lifeless adhesive binding her to the rigid
plastic was gone, replaced by the warm embrace of living fat. She could still
feel Alexis’ lungs expand and deflate as she snored, her heartbeat still pulsed
through the tiny’s body. She wasn’t alone anymore.