Lights
flashed and music blared but Heather could still feel Emily's voice
rattle through her body as the girl screamed, “It's my birthday!”
The
shot of rum the giantess carried to her lips made the shrunken
woman's eyes water and a second later her whole body flopped about
from Emily's throat muscles flexing. It was the third time that night
that a shot had run through the wall of flesh behind Heather and she
knew it wouldn't be the last. Of course, the shots weren't even the
tiny woman's main concern as she tried to pull away from the choker
and gaze down at the almost neon blue drink that Emily cradled in her
hand.
The
immense tiki drink was large enough for Heather to use as hot tub, it
was the second one Emily had ordered, and she was already halfway
through it. The world lurched and spun about, making the tiny woman
shriek before she was being buried against Olivia's familiar neck.
“Thank
you for all this, baby,” Emily's whispered words were still strong
enough to shake Heather's body, which was painfully rubbed across
Olivia's skin as Emily nuzzled and kissed her, “This is the best
birthday party I've ever had.”
“I'm
glad, Emily,” the taller girl laughed and as she pulled away,
Heather could dimly hear her thunder, “Do you want some water?”
Bright
blue liquid raced up a thin paper straw while the giantess nodded,
“And another one of these.”
Heather's
eyes widened and she could see her expression reflected in her
owner's enormous girlfriend. She could barely hear Olivia over the
music but she could easily make out the words on her lips, “Are you
sure?”
“Ummm,”
the world swayed slightly as Emily was lost in thought, “Actually,
get me the one with the gin in it.”
Olivia
shook her head before she rushed in to kiss the giantess, which made
Heather's world stretch and shift. The couple stood like that for a
long moment, their lips smacking together just loud enough to cut
through the sounds of the bar. Finally, the pair pulled apart and
Olivia moved away, easily parting the crowd beyond the booth they had
claimed shortly after arriving.
Emily's
chest heaved in a contented sigh as she turned back toward her other
friends. Heather only dimly recognized some of them from the giant
girl's life, having seen them from her position dangling from Emily's
neck over the past few months. Most of them were busy in their own
conversations, clumped together based on how they knew Emily rather
than anything else. The giantess didn't seem to pay them any mind
though as she dropped down into the booth next to her roommate.
Lex
wore a billowy red-and-white Hawaiian shirt that matched Kelsey's
tight dress, both of them clearly on theme with the tiki bar's décor.
Their girlfriend was settled happily in their lap, slurping at some
enormous concoction that was already tinging her cheeks a bright red.
“So,”
Emily giggled as she leaned in closer to Lex, “Olivia said that
you're the one who told her I love Lucky Luau.”
“They
asked,” the giant replied dismissively, while taking a slow careful
sip of their own drink, the ice almost entirely melted within it.
“Uh
huh,” Emily's whole body bobbed as she nodded, making Heather's
legs swing through empty air for a terrifying moment, “Cause you
two talk now, yeah?”
Lex
rolled their eyes as they leaned back in their seat, their fingers
running along Kelsey's hip.
“I'm
going to bake you a pie,” Emily replied with a giggle.
Kelsey
blinked and looked between the two as she set her drink back down,
“Uh, why?”
“Cause
Olivia's not on Lex's shit list anymore,” Emily cooed in a
sing-songy voice, her body shimmying about. Heather shouted in pain
as her shoulders burned from the sudden movement, knowing that none
of the giants around her could even hear her.
Lex
sighed, “Fine, you were right. I'm sorry.”
“Oh
Lex,” Emily giggled, “Thank you for the best birthday gift you
could give me.”
Lex
rolled their eyes again while Kelsey gave both of them another look
before finally shrugging, clearly uninterested in trying to
understand them anymore.
A
shadow momentarily blotted out the neon lights of the bar and a
moment later Olivia's dirty blonde hair was tickling against
Heather's left side. “Here you go,” a glass of water was lifted
directly to Emily's crimson lips and the tiny woman stared wide-eyed
as what looked like hundreds of gallons disappeared down the
giantess's gullet. Her world shook from Olivia tugging on Emily's
shoulder, “Come with me, I have something really fun.”
The
whole world turned into a blur as Emily rose up and let her
girlfriend lead her through the bar. Heather found herself shrinking
back from the enormous bodies that rose up on either side of her
gigantic owner. It was one thing to see people bigger than Emily on
campus, where they were often some distance away, but it was quite
another to see them looming over her in a packed bar. The fact that
the girl was wearing her thick-soled platform boots made the tiny
woman's heart beat even faster as she took in the towering forms of
men and women who would no doubt see her as little more than an
insect.
The dim
bar lighting was suddenly replaced with the harsh light of the
bathroom.
Heather
winced as her eyes adjusted to the bright florescent light and she
only managed to get control of herself when she heard a thunderous
click echo behind her.
“Oh
yeah,” Emily purred, her voice now clear over the muffled music of
the bar, “I've always wanted to do it in the bathroom here...”
Heather's
eyes widened as she heard mounds of fabric stretch. Far below her,
Emily was hiking up the tight skirt of her black dress to pull her
panties down. Meanwhile, Olivia was checking the three stalls to
ensure that they were alone.
For
Emily's birthday, the girl had dressed how she apparently used to. A
sleeveless denim vest covered in patches and pins sat over a band
t-shirt that had clearly been turned into a crop top with a pair of
scissors to ensure that as much of her tattoos were showing as
possible. Her legs were clad in tight plaid pants that disappeared
into the same beat-up engineer boots Heather had seen her wear on
particularly cold days. Staring at her, Heather easily could imagine
the way she used to wear her hair; bright pink and in an immense
mohawk.
Olivia's
eyes widened when she saw that Emily's panties were already around
her thighs.
“What
are you doing?” Olivia asked with a laugh, crossing the space
between them in two easy strides. She reached down and stopped Emily
from yanking them down any further.
“Getting
ready for some fun,” Emily pouted, squirming and shoving against
her girlfriend's hand.
“God,
you horny little goblin,” the giantess kissed Emily, whose excited
growl rattled through Heather's frame. Olivia pulled back away and
then held up her closed fist, “That's not what I meant, I just
found this at the bar.”
Her
fingers opened to reveal a terrified looking white girl in the center
of her palm. The wide eyed blonde was barely half of Heather's height
and she immediately screamed when she took in the faces eclipsing her
entire world. Her voice broke as she cried out, “Please! Please
I'll do anything! Just take me back to my friends! Th-the-they'll...”
The
tiny girl trailed off and Heather could see the wheels turning behind
her tear-stained eyes as she no doubt thought about what her friends
might do to her at her new size. A sob burst from her lips and
Heather felt her own eyes well with sympathetic tears.
“She's
kinda small,” Emily boomed, “But I guess I could wear her on my
bracelet...”
“I
didn't want to give her to you as a gift,” Olivia lowered the girl
from Emily's lazily circling fingers, “I thought we could play with
her... together.”
“I
mean, she's too small for wishbone and she wouldn't last a second
beneath our boots...”
“Or
we could plaaaaay,” Olivia stretched out the word before her palm
suddenly launched into the sky, “Catch!”
“Oh
my God!” Emily's surprised shout easily overpowered the terrified
girl's while her hands stretched out.
The
girl crashed into Emily's cupped palm, sobbing and pleading while
Heather struggled to keep the bile that rose in her throat from
spilling out.
High
above, Emily pressed her lips together and glared at the other girl
but her suppressed giggles still shook Heather's tiny body.
Olivia
smiled and took a big step back, “C'mon, you can't tell me you
don't want to.”
That
was all the encouragement the giggling giantess needed to toss her
cupped hands up wildly. The tiny girl tumbled haphazardly through the
air before she was easily snatched out of the sky by Olivia's fist,
her screams silenced by pillars of flesh. Olivia took another step
backwards as she gave a quick underhand toss back.
Heather's
heart pounded in her chest as she watched the girl tumble through the
air while Emily's body swayed drunkenly back and forth in an attempt
to catch her. The girl landed back in the safety of Emily's palms but
when she was tossed back again, Heather realized that this wasn't a
game that someone could actually win.
With
every toss, Olivia took another step back, widening the gulf between
the two giantesses to make it more difficult to throw and catch the
shrunken girl. Under the best of circumstances, one of them would
eventually fumble and drop her onto the hard tile far below but Emily
was already several drinks deep.
And
then countless memories of Emily failing to catch things popped into
her head. Any time someone had tossed her her keys or phone with a
simple underhanded catch, Emily would shriek and struggle to grab
them while reminding people that she had bad hand-eye coordination.
Even when Lex had tossed her easy-to-catch things like a small
orange, the giantess had the same reaction. All these memories made
Heather's stomach churn as she realized that the shrunken girl was
doomed.
Staring
across the widening space between the giantesses, Heather realized
that Olivia had to know how bad Emily was at catching things. With
the pair's laughter ringing off the tile around her, Heather
understood that that was the point. Olivia wanted Emily to drop the
girl onto the tile and Emily had to have known that as well, the only
person who didn't was the girl whose life depended on their ability
to catch her.
It was
part of the game.
As the
sickness and terror wound through Heather's tiny frame, making her
shake as she struggled not to puke, she watched Olivia take another
step back while booming, “Uh oh...”
The
blonde tumbled through the air, her voice now too hoarse for her
screams to be heard.
Emily
crouched low and stretched her arms forward, like a volleyball player
ready to return a serve. Heather followed the tiny girl's trajectory
and breathed a sigh of relief as she realized that she would land in
Emily's outstretched fingers.
But the
pounding at the bathroom door made the giantess's whole body jerk in
surprise and the blonde slipped past despite her flailing limbs.
“Hey!
What the fuck?! Why is the bathroom door locked?!” Cried a girl on
the other side, her annoyed voice covering over the sickening crack
of the blonde hitting the floor below.
Olivia
burst into giggles as she moved across the bathroom, “I forgot that
you fucking locked it.”
“I
thought we were going to...” Emily cackled, unable to finish the
thought as she clung to her girlfriend's arm and unlocked the door.
Two
towering girls strode in the moment the door was unlocked, both
wearing tight dresses and heels that clacked loudly against the tile.
“God, what were you two doing in here?” Asked the darker skinned
girl whose hair was done up in a high ponytail.
Neither
giantess answered, simply giggling as they stumbled out.
Heather
stared down at the floor where the fair skinned newcomer's nude heel
crashed down on the shrunken girl. “Forget them, we just need to
find Jessica and get out of here,” she slipped as she turned and a
slick field of gore spread beneath her heel, “Ew... were you two
playing with a shrinkee in here?”
The
door swung closed while Olivia and Emily simply moved back into the
bar, giggling as they leaned against each other. They made their way
back to the booth and fell into the open space beside Lex, where
Emily immediately snatched up her new drink before being handed
another shot by a new arrival.
This
time vodka stung Heather's eyes before it was thrown into her owner's
maw.
Heather
wanted to push the horrific scene she had just witnessed out of her
head but every time she closed her eyes she could see the tiny girl
tumbling through the sky and then the immense heel coming down on her
twitching body. Her stomach rolled and bile rose in her throat with
every imagined crush, a reaction that was made worse by the growing
stench of alcohol on Emily's breath.
Fear
filled her as she could hear the girl start to slur her words,
giggling and laughing the whole way. No amount of water that Olivia
or Lex passed to the giantess could slow down the alcohol that was
already coursing through her enormous body.
It was
when one of her drunken classmates passed Emily what Heather was
fairly certain was her seventh shot that the tiny woman felt the
manacle loosening around her wrist. “Wh-what...” She tugged at it
and felt her skin slip against the metal. Excitement rushed through
her body before it was instantly spiked with fear over how smoothly
her skin ran against it, which forced her to recognize how sweaty she
was.
“No,
no, not now, not here...”
Her
whole world shook as Emily threw back the shot and then her enormous
body instantly responded.
Heather
screeched when Emily launched to her feet and her immense throat
flexed involuntarily. Her right arm slipped through the manacle
locking her into place and she could feel her skin burning and her
bones straining as she started to shrink. “No, no, no,” she
pleaded, grasping at the slick metal choker above her as she dangled,
“Emily!”
Her
scream became a wheezing gasp as her whole body collapsed into
itself.
She was
dimly aware of doors being thrown open but all she could do was hold
onto the left manacle for dear life while her owner dropped to her
knees with a thunderclap and then retched into a toilet.
Her
body swung over the same harsh tile where she had watched a girl die
and Heather could only scream and hug to the manacle that had once
imprisoned her against Emily's jewelry. Her tears and pleas were
drowned out by vomit hitting porcelain.
Finally,
all that she heard was panting.
Panting
that made the choker stretch and her little body swing.
“Ugh...”
Emily moaned as she flopped down onto her backside, one arm draped
over the toilet and the other dabbing out her mouth with toilet
paper.
The
sudden movement battered Heather and though she clawed against the
metal, her little body was sent tumbling down. She screamed and
grunted but all she could do was tumble against the slope of Emily's
breasts until the momentum wore off.
The
fact that she was still atop a mound of soft flesh made her heart
race. Slowly sitting up, Heather realized that she was small enough
to sit on the narrow plateau created by Emily's push-up bra. “Oh
God,” she breathed, looking up to take in a world of truly
monstrous proportions.
Far
above her, Emily's whole immense face pitched forward and she watched
the girl's glassy drunken eyes narrow down on her before her lips
spread into a grin.
A
hiccup shook the world, making Heather shriek and grip at the soft
flesh around her.
“Aww,
Hot Mom,” wind rushed against Heather's body and a fingertip that
looked like it could smother her descended from the sky. It buried
her against Emily's chest, cutting off light and air for a terrifying
moment but the girl's voice was so powerful that it still
reverberated through Heather's body when she spoke, “You shrank
again and on my birthday...”
The
finger lifted and for a terrifying second Heather went with it before
falling back down onto Emily's breast. She teetered for a moment
before everything settled and booming footsteps approached.
Light
poured in when the stall door opened but it was blocked a second
later by Olivia's enormous frame. “Hey, Emily, I think it's time to
go,” the girl said gently as she lowered a hand.
Emily's
enormous fingers came in and smothered Heather, her thumb and
forefinger pressing in on the tiny woman from either side. “Here,
take Hot Mom, she shrank,” she slurred as she stood.
Heather
landed in Olivia's warm but thankfully firm palm.
High up
in the heavens, Olivia's eyes widened as she took in Heather's new
minuscule size. “Uh, maybe I should give her to Lex...”
“Noooo,”
Emily whined before hiccuping once more. Heather's world shook from
Emily latching on to her girlfriend, “Lex will put her with Siggy
and Siggy can squash her now and there's no squashing Hot Mom...”
“O-ok,”
Olivia said as the pair started to walk.
“Could
put her in my cleavage...” Emily purred and Heather watched as she
rubbed her chest against Olivia's arm, her breasts parted and then
slammed back together with each stroke. It was probably unnoticeable
to the giantess but Heather knew she'd be crushed in an instant if
she were between them.
“Let's
not and say we did,” Olivia said as they walked out of the bar.
“Boo,
she'd love it,” Emily's dark eyes landed on Heather and she
grinned, “Hot Mom loves me.”
Heather
trembled, fear and arousal running through her body at the giantess's
words.
“How
about I put Hot Mom away for now,” Olivia's palm rose up and
Heather watched as she opened a small pocket on her vest, “She'll
be safe in here...”
“Mhmm,
yeah she will, in your vest,” Emily's words were interrupted by a
kiss, “Your hot punk vest that smells like you...”
The
vast plain Heather sat on tilted downward and she was suddenly
rolling across it into a dark pit. She screamed as she fell, shadowy
walls of denim racing by her until she crashed down into the bottom
with a grunt. She stared up but her plea died on her lips as the
pocket's flap immediately fell down, sealing her in.
The
world outside was muffled but she could still hear Emily's drunken
voice thunder, “Baby, I'm hungry...”
Terror
ran through her for a moment as she thought about the shrunken people
she had seen Emily eat or down with a shot but then Olivia's voice
rumbled through her world, “Pizza's already on its way to your
place.”
“Mhm,
you're the best, baby.”