Kent told Margaret all the details about he and his fellow soldiers’
contact with the shrinking gun and the superhuman Nazi woman. He
chose to ignore the fact she seemed to be more excited by the story
than frightened. Meanwhile, Frank lustfully stared at the giant pussy
he was now pressed against, then without thinking, pressed his arm
into it and began stimulating Margaret’s clit. Luckily for both
Kent and Frank, Margaret’s mind was sooner to think the idea of
being the first to bring this fantastic new story to the public was
literally turning her on before thinking a second shrunken soldier
was in her panties.
“As for where you
might find the weapon, I guess you could ask Paul if we ever find the
others alive. He’s a real nerd for Nazi lore.” Kent continued.
“...I still don’t understand how you could ever steal a secret
Nazi weapon though…”
“I know, why don’t
I put you back where you first shrunk? Then you can tell me which
direction looks best from your tiny perspective.” Margaret
suggested.
Thinking about where
the other soldiers went only made it harder for Kent to not stare at
Margaret’s private regions and cringe, but he forced himself to
keep his head up and nodded.
*
As Margaret made her
way to the ruined town where Kent’s fellow men mostly died
fighting, Frank continued rubbing her clit, and Margaret was finding
it harder and harder to hide her sexual arousal.
“I-I’ll be right
back.” She stated with a smile, suddenly setting Kent down and
running to hide behind a brick wall.
“Oh no, she felt
Frank, didn’t she?!” Kent thought in horror.
Margaret sought
privacy with the intent of masturbating the horny feeling away. Not
that she thought this was an appropriate time to masturbate, but she
wouldn’t be able to focus if this pleasure wasn’t properly
indulged. She pulled down her panties, leaving Frank exposed, then
began fingering herself and moaning with pleasure, failing to notice
him.
Kent could hear her
even from what was a great distance on his scale and his mouth fell
agape.
“You know what?
Good! I hope she actually does get that weapon, but only leaves you
small, Frank! Then you and your perverted ways will never return home
and you can spend the rest of your life as some British girl’s
dildo and regretting getting what you wished for when the thrill
wears off!” He spat.
But just then, Kent
heard a familiar voice screaming not far away even on his scale.
“Is
that...Roger?!” He thought.
*
Sure enough, Roger
and Paul had a hiding spot nearby, but now Roger was screaming in
horror as a (comparatively) giant mouse was attacking them and Paul
was desperately trying to fight it off by using his tiny, empty rifle
as a blunt melee weapon.
“ROGER, I ASKED
YOU IF YOU STILL HAD AMMO?! I DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH LONGER I CAN FEND
OFF THIS THING!” Paul yelled, swinging the rifle around wildly to
intimidate the aggressive rodent.
Unfortunately, Roger
had wasted all the ammo in his gun on the Nazi woman. Fortunately, he
knew he had more in his backpack...but was paralyzed with fear and
couldn’t move.
“IT’S IN MY
BACKPACK! HURRY AND GET IT OUT!” He yelled.
“ARE YOU INSANE?!
YOU DO IT, I HAVE MY HANDS FULL OVER HERE!” Paul yelled back as the
mouse bit his gun and twisted the tiny metal.
Thankfully, just
before the mouse did them in, Kent arrived, took Roger’s rifle and
ammo, then shot the mouse up just seconds before it sank its teeth
into Paul after throwing aside his gun.
There was silence,
then after the fear wore off, Paul looked at Kent, but his eyes
quickly switched to Roger.
“Why you
little...MY BABY NIECE HAS MORE COURAGE THAN YOU FUCKING-” Paul
began, charging at Roger with a closed fist.
But Kent put himself
between them, making sure to throw aside Roger’s gun to show he
meant no harm.
“Paul, stop it!
You’d be smart enough to know we’ll never get out of this alive
if we fight with each other if this situation hadn’t made us all
crazy!” He shouted.
Paul continued
seething, but backed off.
“I-I’m sorry…”
He eventually said, sitting down. “I guess I shouldn’t care
anyway. It’s not like we’ll ever be able to return to a life
worth living even if we do escape.”
Kent wanted to tell
them about how Margaret was going to help return them to their normal
sizes, but quickly remembered he didn’t believe she actually could.
“Hey, you never
know...maybe it wears off.” Kent suggested. “I at least found
someone normal sized who can protect us better than ourselves in the
meantime.”
He then told Paul
and Roger about Margaret, including the part about Frank. Paul
facepalmed.
“If anything,
she’ll put us in more danger. What’s a female journalist going to
do against Nazi soldiers?! She’ll get us killed at best or sexually
enslave us all at worst after what that pervert Frank got her hooked
on!” He barked.
However, Paul
realized in that moment that he’d better just comply, fearing that
if he put up more resistance, Kent and Roger would analyze that
comment about being Margaret’s sex slaves being a fate worse than
death enough to deduce a secret the then-bigoted society demanded you
kept locked away in Paul’s time: He was gay.
“Regardless…”
Kent sighed. “She’s all we’ve got, so we’ll have to try. Come
on, I’ll introduce you.”
*
Back with Margaret
and Frank, Margaret had just finished orgasming and Frank was
drenched in her cum, which he was greedily licking up with a creepy
expression. Margaret hyperventilated for a moment, then she looked
down to pull her clothes back up...only to spot Frank, who managed to
stop licking only just in time and change his expression to one of
fear and disgust.
Margaret paused,
then blushed bright red and picked him up, clasping her hand over her
mouth with her other hand.
“Oh no, I had no
idea...I’m so sorry!” She squeaked, but her expression changed to
disgust and sternness after she had a moment to process the
situation. “Wait, you must have been in my panties when I was
bathing. May I ask what you were doing?”
Frank’s fear
became genuine and he swallowed hard, then Margaret tightened her
grip and her stomach rumbled.
“Oh, it has been
rather long since I’ve eaten, hasn’t it?” She thought aloud,
then glanced in the direction where she left Kent.
Frank then made
eye-contact with Margaret’s hungry eyes and a horrible realization
set in.
“N-no, you can’t
possibly mean-” He bumbled.
Margaret suddenly
felt her arousal returning; she clearly enjoyed having this kind of
power.
“No one will ever
know what really happened to you.” She whispered coldly before
bringing him to her mouth.
Frank was about to
start screaming when Kent’s voice came.
“Umm, Margaret?
...Are you done?” He asked, trying not to cringe.
Margaret jolted out
of her power fantasy and back to reality.
“If it happens
again, I won’t care if Kent knows.” She seethed, dropping Frank
for his fall to be broken by a mud puddle, then swiftly stepped into
view of the others when she realized they might otherwise think that
splash came from her taking a dump.
Both Paul and Roger
recoiled in fear.
“Hello, Kent. I
found one of your shrunken fellow men as well.” Margaret stated.
“He was hiding in an...unpleasant region of my clothes.”
Frank then came
stumbling into view, covered in mud.
“I am willing to
help all of you, but I am making a rule: If I catch any of you
violating me again, that man will be left to die. Understand?”
Margaret asked sternly.
Roger swallowed hard
even though he wasn’t planning to do anything, but Paul and Frank
sighed in relief. Kent folded his arms.
“Every other woman
I’ve met so far would have smashed you for that, Frank. I don’t
know why, but God clearly wants you to survive this, so you’d
better not blow it.” He thought.
“Now then-”
Margaret began, taking a step forward and kicking Frank down
face-first in the process, where he was now about to get crushed by
her boot.
She then stopped
just a second before squishing him.
“Oops, sorry!”
She apologized before lifting her foot and stepping around him even
though it couldn’t be more obvious she did it on purpose. “Which
one of you is Paul? Kent said you might know where the Nazis could
have developed this shrinking weapon.”
*
Paul told Margaret
where the most likely location was based on what he heard from US
intelligence. While I cannot give specifics or else risk the
government starting to worry I may give out too much information
pointing in the direction of secret Nazi weapons instead of safely
leading people to believe this is simply a work of fiction, Margaret
was able to follow Paul’s guidance and they were now on their way
to what everyone except apparently her believed was only the second
most guaranteed death next to being left to fend for yourself in a
war zone at 1-inch tall.
That night, they
thankfully hadn’t run into any more Nazis yet, and they even found
an abandoned, unassembled army tent to sleep in. It was a little
frustrating to pitch a tent when the only person big enough to do any
work was the only one who didn’t know how to pitch one, but after
what felt like hours and Margaret insisting she keep trying, they
finally had shelter.
“Goodnight.”
Margaret yawned before falling asleep the moment she laid on her
stomach, shaking the earth so much from a tiny perspective that all
four tiny soldiers were knocked off their feet.
But the shock wore
off shortly, and Paul and Roger were soon asleep too. Kent felt extra
restless as he wondered if there was any chance his brother was still
alive, but even he eventually gave to the exhaustion...or rather, he
was seconds away from it, when he noticed someone walking in front of
him.
“Frank, what the
hell are you doing?!” He hissed in a whisper.
“I still haven’t
had a go in her ass.” He chuckled, quietly approaching Margaret’s
rear.
“Did you hear what
she said she’ll do if she finds you violating her again?!” Kent
hissed.
“Yup, and I’m
still not convinced we have any chance of surviving anyway. Like I
said, I intend to just have as much fun as possible with my meager
remaining time.” Frank replied lustfully, marveling at Margaret’s
butt. “Wake her up and I’ll die trying to convince her you were
in on it too, but chickened out at the last second.”
Kent was not
frightened by this threat at all.
“Help yourself,
Frank. I don’t care anymore.” He simply said before forcing
himself to lay down again.
Frank smiled, then
turned back to Margaret’s behind and licked his lips.
“This is where
I’ll spend the rest of my life.” He thought, climbing up and
slipping between her cheeks.
Margaret stirred
just slightly, but stayed asleep. Frank squeezed his way to her
asshole, then smiled and pulled down his pants and underwear.
“If the Nazis are
smart, they’ll use this invention to open up a special brothel.”
He whispered.
But just before
Frank could begin, Margaret stirred again. Her dirty clothes were
making her itch in her sleep, and she started tossing and turning as
her sleeping brain tried clumsily to relieve the itch. Unfortunately
for Frank, this meant he was getting roughly rubbed around by her
butt cheeks. Which would have been enjoyable, had his whole body not
been actively getting pushed deeper and deeper into Margaret’s
asshole against his will.
“W-wait, what’s
going on?!” He shouted, futilely struggling against his fate.
“H-HELP!”
However, Frank’s
voice was muffled by Margaret’s cheeks and (literally) no one could
hear him scream.
“WAKE UP! I’LL
SUFFOCATE IF I GO ANY DEEP-” He yelled out before his head was
finally consumed by her asshole.
Frank died a few
minutes later from suffocation, and went on to be buried under
Margaret’s morning dump after he was finally pushed out without her
even noticing. Everyone just assumed he ran away, and the journey
continued.