Coming Home by Notkent
Summary:

Lt. Andrew Sanders, US Marine Corps, having served for years in the service, is finally coming home. But what is he coming home to?

Reuniting with a wife he hasn't seen in year, rekindling his relationship with his daughters, and surviving a strange new disease that no one wants to talk about are all challenges that Lt. Sanders must face, but at least he's home safe ... right? 


Categories: Teenager (13-19), Adventure, Breasts, Adult 30-39, BBW, Butt, Crush, Entrapment, Feet, Footwear, Giant, Humiliation, Incest, Lesbians, Mouth Play, Odor, Scat, Unaware, Watersports Characters: None
Growth: None
Shrink: Micro (1 in. to 1/2 in.)
Size Roles: FM/f
Warnings: Following story may contain inappropriate material for certain audiences
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 15 Completed: Yes Word count: 42555 Read: 231915 Published: August 01 2016 Updated: August 26 2016
Story Notes:

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

1. Chapter 1 - Welcome Party by Notkent

2. Chapter 2 - Homecoming by Notkent

3. Chapter 3 - Ella by Notkent

4. Chapter 4 - Jody by Notkent

5. Chapter 5 - Church by Notkent

6. Chapter 6 - The Plan by Notkent

7. Chapter 7 - Andrew by Notkent

8. Chapter 8 - Discovery by Notkent

9. Chapter 9 - Beth by Notkent

10. Chapter 10 - Mess by Notkent

11. Chapter 11 - Clean Up by Notkent

12. Chapter 12 - Salvation by Notkent

13. Chapter 13 - Morning by Notkent

14. Chapter 14 - Moving Out by Notkent

15. Chapter 15 - Climax by Notkent

Chapter 1 - Welcome Party by Notkent
Author's Notes:

Introduction to set up the story, have faith, the good stuff is yet to come ;)

The C-130 Globemaster touched down at the Raleigh International Airport in north Carolina, USA. Within a dozen or so minutes the complement of some 400 US Marines was grounded and marched leisurely into the cleared terminal where their families awaited. Walking along the hot tarmac, still in duty uniform was Lt. Andrew Sanders. A skinny man with a chubby face, owing to his physique before deployment, Andrew was walking beside his combat partner and soon to be colleague at the US Marine Corps intelligence service, Lt. Sanders had served in the front lines of many conflict for almost 13 years and now he was free to work on home soil. He figured that way he would constantly be leaving his family.

 

Lt. Sander’s wife and two daughters had lived in Raleigh without him for a very long time. Given his constant deployment and movement, and the sensitive nature of his work, sending photographs or making direct phone calls had been deemed too dangerous. As a result, all Andrew had received from his family had been written letters from his wife. In his wallet he carried the last photo he had been given by his wife, a portrait of her; Susanne, and their biological daughter, Beth, at age 8.

 

In his third week of training, Andrew had received word that his best friend from his high school days, Alex Beeckman had passed along with his wife. He had made one request of Andrew, which the Marine accepted gladly for his friend; adopting his daughter, Ella. Andrew had only met Ella a few times before he was deployed. He vaguely recollected a shy, energetic girl of about 4 years when he left, but couldn’t remember what she looked like. 

 

“Excited to see your family,” PFC Lainey Mendez asked. Having been partners for a few years the two had gotten quite close and shared about their families.

 

“More like meet my family,” Andrew replied, “I haven’t seen them in such a long time.”

 

The two continued to talk as they entered the crowded hall, now full of movement as families were reunited after months, sometimes years apart. Andrew scanned the room for Susanne’s face but was finding it hard to locate her. There were so many people in the hall, more than he had imagined as sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, wives, husbands and even parents came to find their loved ones. 

 

All of a sudden, Andrew made eye contact with a young girl, probably about 16 or 17 years old. Her emerald green eyes struck him as familiar, but he wasn’t sure how. The young woman was certainly beautiful, standing somewhere over 6-feet tall, with an athletic body. Lightly tanned skin was visible below the line of a navy blue, pleated skirt. A white tank top was stretched taut over a flat stomach, emphasising a pair of full, round breasts. The girl’s face was oval, with full lips and cute dimples. A vibrant, cherry red lipstick coated her lips which curved into a smile of pure joy, she ran towards Lt. Sanders.

 

Before Andrew could react, the young woman had thrown her arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a warm, tight hug, drowning her towards into his chest; Daddy! Andrew still couldn’t register who the girl was, but he did not resist. As she clung to him, he felt an overwhelming sense of happiness; she had an aura that dispelled his fatigue. More than that, as her scent filled Andrew’s breaths; a sweet, innocent yet sensual scent, he felt himself wanting to hug her back, to hold her, as his member began to harden. His excitement reached a new high when the girl planted a soft, loving kiss on his cheek, leaving a faint trace of her lipstick on Andrew’s face, and his eyes glazed over in a surge of lust. He was saved the embarrassment of her feeling his now erect member as she released him from the hug and looked into his dream-gazing yet still confused eyes.

 

“Don't you recognise me daddy?” she asked in a sweet song, oozing shyness and caressing his ears.

“Beth?” Andrew tried. As if with a hammer, the girl’s smile was shattered and Andrew cringed as the corners of her mouth dropped and her eyes moistened; she bit her lower lip, stifling a sob.

 

“Ella!” Andrew corrected himself as quickly as he could, “I'm so sorry sweetheart. I haven’t seen you in such a long time.

 

“So you do remember me?” Ella asked, her smile returning slowly.

 

“Of course I do,” Andrew replied smiling and dropping his bag, and opening his arms. Ella stepped into his embrace and rested her cheek against her adoptive father’s. As he hugged her, Andrew felt once again the overwhelming attraction to the beautiful young girl, compounded as he felt her soft breasts pressing against his chest. He inhaled her scent from her wavy brown hair and again, it both relaxed and excited him. 

 

“Where are Susanne and Beth?” Andrew asked as they finished their hug and he picked up his bag. 

 

“Mother is waiting by the doors,” Ella replied, “She said it would be easier to get out if we were closer to the car, I’ll take you.” She slipped soft fingers between his as she took his hand and led him through the crowd. Andrew felt like he was melting at the warm caress of her skin against his and he had to force himself to rid his mind of such thoughts: she’s your daughter for Pete’s sake, get it together. Still he couldn’t help but gaze at Ella’s ass, which swayed from side to side, ruffling her skirt as she walked ahead of him, the length of the sensible skirt preventing him from seeing more than he could handle. 

 

Susanne had definitely aged since Andrew could recall, her breasts had sagged slightly and at 48, her once youthful face showed the wears of stress and worry, of having to raise a family by herself. She seemed like she was in a rush as Andrew and Ella approached. Seeing Ella first, seemingly alone, Susanne scowled, and as Andrew appeared, her smile didn’t take shape fast enough and Andrew wondered what he had done to merit such anger from his wife.

 

“Welcome home honey,” she said, hugging him for a few moments and releasing first, “Well, let’s get to the car then.”

 

“Uh, where’s Beth?” Andrew asked, looking around to try and spot his daughter.

 

“You know Beth doesn’t agree with your lifestyle,” Susanne said bluntly, turning to the doors and walking out, leaving Andrew both offended and confused. He was brought back as a familiar hand took his and urged him forward.

 

“Don't worry daddy, she’s at home so you’ll get to see her really soon,” Ella smiled and her joy was contagious, she lifted Andrew’s spirits. Then, picking up his duffle bag, Ella led him out of the terminal, clinging to his arm like a child. Andrew loved it, he really felt like he had a daughter, albeit not his own yet. Ella placed the bag in her mother’s car and turned to walk away, Andrew stopped her by grabbing her wrist. He had to tense to prevent her from leaving, the girl’s strength impressing him. She turned to face him and tilted her head curiously, “What's the matter daddy?”

 

“Ella where are you going?” Andrew asked.

 

“To get my bike daddy, that’s how I got here,” Ella said giggling as if it was a trivial question, unknowingly further attracting Andrew to her.

 

“Ella that’s crazy, we live so far away. Bring your bike and hitch it to the rack on the car, you’re riding with me,” Andrew said smiling as his daughter’s eyes lit up. She glanced tentatively towards Susanne, who shot her a look of disgust, spurring Ella to protest, but Andrew was not having it.

 

“You're riding in the back with me sweetie, Mommy can be the chauffeur,” Andrew said, jokingly nudging his wife. She was not amused. Regardless, the girl grabbed her bike and pushed herself gracefully onto the hood of the car. Andrew watched in admiration as Ella expertly tied the bike to the rig, all the while keeping a calm balance on her feet with a wide stance. Equally, Andrew couldn’t help but admire the view from below her skirt. A pair of pale pink panties hugged her toned, ample butt, riding a little up her crack, it was almost hypnotic. 

Just as easily as she had gotten on, Ella hopped to the ground beside her father and entered the car with him. Sitting next him as Susanne began to drive, Ella was the first to break the silence.

 

“Oh, daddy I missed you so much,” she cooed, leaning her head on his shoulder, “You just have so many things to tell us. What have you been doing all this time?”

 

Andrew had been waiting for the bait and launched into his preprepared tales of heroism from his many years in the forces. While Susanne barely acknowledged him, Ella gazed at him wide eyed and open mouthed as she recounted his stories of danger and daring. She hung on each word, gasping when Andrew had put himself in danger, and squealing in delight when her would succeed; it truly made him feel like it had all been worth it as his adoptive daughter showered him with adoration.

 

End Notes:

Hope y'all are getting a feel for the characters and aren't too bored to continue reading. All feedback is thoroughly appreciated.

Cheers

Chapter 2 - Homecoming by Notkent
Author's Notes:

Another short, context chapter, the giantess parts are on the way.

As they pulled into the driveway of the Sander’s two story home, Andrew could see that a lot had changed since he had been gone. The houses on the street were more modern and had new looking coatings of paint. He saw couples walking along the sidewalk whom he did not recognise. It would definitely take some getting used to. 

 

As they got out of the car, Ella went to get her father’s bag, but Susanne stopped her. Before Andrew could intervene, they had a few whispered words and Ella placed the bag on the ground. 

 

“I'm so sorry daddy, but I have to go. I’m running late for a tutoring appointment, but I’ll see you tonight. I’m so happy you’re home,” Ella embraced him tightly before getting her bike and hopping on. Andrew was left with the view of her accelerating down the road as he turned back to the house. 

 

“Well, come on in,” Susanne suggested, heading for the door. Andrew picked up his bag and followed her into the house. He was immediately struck by the mess: pizza boxes, chinese food containers, wrappers, dirty clothes, all littering the living room floor around the pulled out sofa bed. Andrew cringed as he noticed a pair of extra large panties over a corner of the box TV, the smell of sex and sweat hung in the air.

 

“What happened here?” Andrew asked.

 

“What happens here, is our daughter has turned the living room into her own bang room,” Susanne spat.

 

“Isn't Beth in college?” Andrew asked in surprise.

 

“Why Andy, aren’t you proud of our 21-year-old stay at home daughter?” Susanne cooed, hiding her accusatory tone.

 

At that moment, a couple walked into the room, more than half naked. The man was grossly over weight, dressed only in a pair of boxers and a  stained sleeveless vest. He looked from the disappointed mother to the militarily dressed father and his eyes widened.

 

“Shit Ms. Sanders, you called the army?!” he exclaimed.

 

“Oh shut up Brian, that’s just my dad,” Beth corrected. Beth Sanders stood about as tall as her mother, at 5’7”, but what she lacked in height she made up for in size. While her 152lbs  frame had blessed her with ample breasts and wide hips, a lot of fat had settled over her stomach, things and arms. With blonde ringlets falling around her chubby face down to the middle of her neck, she resembled her mother, bar Susanne’s obsession with keeping healthy. 

 

“Honey, I just got back from a war zone,” Andrew tried, “Can't I at least get a hug from my little girl?”

 

“Oh so now you want a reward for going of and killing people while I had to grow up without a father at home?” Beth retorted, huffing and turning on her heel to walk back into the kitchen. To his surprise, Susanne gave Andrew a look saying; you shouldn’t have pushed her

 

“You can take your bag up to our room if you want,” she said, headed for the kitchen as well, “We’ll have dinner at eight.”

 

Less than impressed by his welcome, Andrew stepped around the mess in the living room and upstairs. On the landing there were doors. The central one led to a cramped bathroom with a toilet, shower and sink. Another, bearing the signs ‘BETH’S ROOM,’ and ‘KEEP OUT,’ contained a stale smelling mess. The final door led to Susanne’s bedroom. A plain space with a dresser, wardrobe and double bed. Andrew carried his bag to the wardrobe and emptied his clothes onto a shelf. He would have to stock up on civilian clothing in the coming days. He finished up and decided to go for a quick shower. 

As he cleaned away the sweat from the day of travel, Andrew thought about the state of his house and started thinking about his life. Having been in the military, he was used to having the big decisions made for him, and having steady people around him, all with a common goal; to get home safe to their loved ones. There was no tension, no drama, it was simple. Now, he felt a distance between him and his wife, and his daughter clearly didn’t seem happy to see him. After a long shower, he was still thinking about his dilemma when he walked out of the bathroom. Dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, he walked around the corridor, not wanting to go back downstairs and face Susanne, or Beth.

He strayed into Beth’s room, taking in the heavily poster-covered walls, for boy bands and rap groups. Her desk was stacked with unopened letters; university rejections, blank applications for part time jobs and the likes. Dirty clothes were everywhere, tossed over shoes and handbags. Andrew found a few pictures of Beth in her high school days, from music festivals and clubs. As he walked out of the messy space, Andrew began to wonder, where was Ella’s bedroom. It couldn’t be downstairs, and there were no other doors on this landing. He was walking along the corridor when he noticed the rope handle dangling from the ceiling. 

He immediately remembered the house’s attic. Wanting to check out some of his old stuff, he pulled down the sliding ladder and began to climb it. Making quick progress, his head entered the space and he searched for the light switch. Finding it, Andrew pulled the cord and the attic was illuminated; he gasped. 

The room was only big enough to stand in along the middle, as the roof slanted down on either side. Where there had been a a chaotic mess of boxes, now was an immaculately tidy bedroom. One of the short walls was covered entirely with awards, in the forms of medals, trophies, and laminated certificates. An extremely low table stood against this wall, a cushion sat in front of it. To one side of it was a very short bookshelf held textbooks, organised alphabetically. The opposite wall was covered with photographs, these of sports meets, debates, race, camping trips, and the plethora of other extracurriculars that Ella took part in. Along the far wall however was the sight which caught Andrew’s eye. The small, circular window at the centre of the triangular wall looked out onto the front lawn of the house, and stood over a mattress with sheets and a pillow. On the wall, in neat rows were pieces of paper of varying shapes and sixes. 

Andrew slowly crossed the small room and recognised the papers; they were letters in his writing., birthday wishes and the occasional update when he had gotten a few days off, all addressed to Ella. He counted a grand total of 16 such messages and realised guiltily how little he had written his adoptive daughter in the 13 years he had been away. But on the wall, each one was hung in its own space, the only blemishes being the folds he himself had made when sending them. At the centre, stuck on the window itself, was a small photograph of him from just before deployment. It was framed and also in pristine condition. 

Stepping back from Ella’s shrine to him, Andrew turned to leave when he saw some open letters on her desk. Thankful for the cleanliness of her daughter’s room, he decided he could bare to stay a little longer and crouched down as he moved into the concavity of the attic. 

In two piles were opened letters and the envelopes that they had arrived in. As Andrew approached he almost couldn’t believe his eyes. Early acceptance letters to Harvard, Yale and Princeton among other large universities glowed with praise for his daughter, commending her on her acceptance for entry at age 17. Upon closer examination of her wall, Andrew could understand why she had earned them; medals for triathlon and trophies for soccer, awards for academic excellence, and a shield for membership of the school’s honour’s society wee among the prizes that decorated the room. 

The sound of the stairs to the room dropping open made Andrew jump and the man hit his head against the ceiling, coming to land on his rear. 


 

Chapter 3 - Ella by Notkent

He turned in time to see Ella glide up the steps. 

“Daddy? What are do in here?” Ella asked, her eyes widening slightly in surprise, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine sweetie, I just bumped my head,” Andrew replied, rubbing his head and wincing a little.

“Daddy, let me see,” Ella said with concern. She rushed over to him, smoothly descending to her knees to fit inside the room. Having changed into a pair of denim shorts and a white tank top, Andrew couldn’t help but notice the way her more than ample breasts bounced as she landed on her knees. She stopped beside him and reached carefully for his head. Putting a hand on either side of his forehead, she gently pulled his head down and towards her face. Andrew tensed as his eyes stopped inches from his daughter’s bosom, the mounds of flesh filling his gaze as he peered down her top. 

“Oh, daddy, there’s a bruise!” Ella exclaimed, planting a soft kiss beside the rapidly darkening spot. Andrew felt a tingling spread through his body at the touch of her lips on his skin, but forced himself to pull away from Ella’s embrace and get some composure back. 

“Honey, how come you didn’t tell me about all of this?” Andrew asked, gesturing at the wall of awards and the college letters, “Or this?” They both looked over at the shrine of the man above her bed, which brought a smile to Ella’s lips which lit up her face. 

 

“Those were the letters you sent to me daddy,” she said, showing her attachment to the pages, “They were all I had of you for so long … I prayed for you daddy. I prayed overnight under that photo that you’d come back to me, and you did.” Again Ella leaned in for a hug and Andrew was unable to avoid her tight embrace. 

 

“And what about the college things? Didn’t you think your mother and I would have bene proud and happy to hear that you go it to such amazing schools?” Andrew demanded.

 

“I was waiting until I heard back from my first choice, daddy,” Ella replied, apologetically.

“And which one would that be?” Andrew asked.

“CalTech,” Ella said excitedly, “I heard you can get rooms for family so you could come and visit.”

 

Andrew wasn’t sure how he felt about the pause in her answer; what exactly did his daughter feel for him. From the way she behaved around him, and her shrine, he felt that she perhaps had a somewhat unusual obsession over him, but the more he taught about how Beth and Susanne behaved, he wondered if Ella just seemed excessive in comparison. 

 

“And why were you so sure that they’d accept you?” Andrew asked.

 

“Well I’m not sure I’ll get in, but after my interview I thought they really liked me and the man all but told me they’d offer me a place, maybe even a scholarship,” Ella replied, “Besides, I thought they’d at least write to me to tell that I didn’t get in.” Andrew could feel the disappointment momentarily invade her daughter’s voice, but it disappeared quickly as she asked him about his time in the military, like where he was when he wrote each of the letters she had from him, and the stories around those deployments.After sometime, they grew tired of kneeling on the hard floor and Ella slid flexibly onto her bed.

 

“Won't you come sit me, daddy?” Ella cooed, and all of a sudden the atmosphere of casual conversation disappeared and once again Andrew felt a bizarre excitement and shame at the idea of getting into Ella’s bed. He blushed and it only worsened as he saw Ella pick up on it. Without mentioning it though, she just tilted her head to one side, leaving her invitation open, and smiling innocently. 

 

“I would dear, but I think it’s time for dinner,” Andrew said, praying that he was right. 

“Oh, are you hungry daddy?” Ella asked, rising to her feet, “What do you feel like having?”

“I'm not too fussed,” Andrew replied, “I'll eat whatever your mom puts out.”

“Aw, daddy, mother only cooks on Sunday nights,” Ella giggled, “So I can make whatever you want tonight.”

“Sweetheart you cook dinner?” Andrew asked, surprised.

“Of course I do, daddy,” Ella giggled, taking his hand and leading him the steps out of her room, “Now what do you want me to cook for you?”

 

***

 

Kevin stirred back into consciousness with a start. All he could remember was that he had been riding his skateboard down a neighbourhood hill when he had felt a sickening tightness in his stomach. Doubling over in pain and falling to the curb as he board continued downwards. The pain had grown until it was unbearable and he had blacked out. Now, waking up, it was like he was in a nightmare. His stomach felt fine, but as he look around him, his heart sank. The once lanky teenager now stood on a pavement the size of a stadium, barren and cracked, covered with pebbles half his size. Far to his left a thick forrest of trimmed grass rose just taller than he did and to his right the curb ended sharply, dropping to the street beyond. 

 

The boy was so entombed in his fascination about his surroundings that he failed to grasp two things. First, he stood, naked, only about 10mm tall, and second, the ground below him was trembling slightly, rhythmically. These tremors grew louder and stronger until Kevin finally turned around to see the colossal form of a teenage girl walking towards him. The realisation of his shrinking hit as he saw the monumental size of her sneakers, which now boomed towards him. Without time to work out his best plan of survival, Kevin reacted purely based on instinct and ran away from the danger, but to little avail. The giantess, a blossoming blonde of about 14, continued towards the boy without notice. 

 

Kevin ran faster but each moment, the teenage girl’s green and white converse shook the ground more violently, they were getting closer. With a last ditch effort, as the shadow of the shoe swept over him, Kevin threw himself forward, sprawling out on the pavement and praying that he had avoided death. He was not as fortunate as he had hoped. With a swift, careless step, the giantess brought her foot down on the lower half of Kevin’s body. The boy’s scream was drowned out by the sheer sound of the step as his legs were obliterated under the edge of the shoe, the weight coming down on him too immense to fathom. He continued to scream as the shoe rose again, peeling one of his legs off his body and living the other as a flattened stain on the pavement. The other steps of the giantess so close to him shook his world, but he made out the almost imperceptible red smudge of his left leg on the sole of the shoe before it touched the ground again. He was alive. 

 

Kevin tried to crawl using his arms but the pain from his legs was too much. He felt an overwhelming mixture of tingling, searing, burning, and stabbing pains. As a car passed by on the road, the sound was too loud for him to even think. He only began to refocus his attention when something very large landed beside him. Kevin looked up and was taken aback by the smouldering structure beside him. In size it was longer than he was and far thicker, its heat radiating the short distance between them and warmed his body in a thick, nicotine-laced heat.Kevin struggled to get away from the cigarette butt, but his efforts were in vain as he proved too weak to move himself. Suddenly, the earth started to shake again, and Kevin looked up in horror to see the giant blonde walking back towards him. Her steps were harder now, heavier and more devastating to his body and the shockwaves rocked through his fragile frame. 

 

“Ugh, I hate it when people throw lit cigarettes onto the curb,” roared the pubescent, high pitched voice from miles above the tiny boy. 

 

“No! Please! Stop, I’m down here!” Kevin screamed and begged, but to no avail. As he made his voice hoarse the titanic shoe of the teenage girl rose above him. The toe of the shoe stopped mere centimetres above the boy and the cigarette butt. For a second, Kevin froze as the shoe remained suspended in the air. Then, just as he filled his lungs to scream, the shoe came down. This time, the 14-year-old giantess lowered her foot more slowly, steadily increasing the pressure on the cigarette, and Kevin. The boy threw his arms up in defence, only to have them snap like toothpicks. As the giantess pressed down, Kevin’s entire body exploded in an insignificant burst of flesh and blood. The giantess continued to press into the pavement, spreading the boy’s remains across the sole of her shoe. Then with a swift movement, she twisted her foot to the left and then the right, smearing the cigarette and Kevin across the pavement in a minuscule streak of red and brown. 

 

Having satisfied her need to put out the cigarette, Kelsey Wright brushed a lock of blonde hair from her face, turned on her heels and continued walking down the street, unaware of the life she had just ended. 

 

End Notes:

There we go, the first taste of th giantess content. Hope y'all enjoy it and please give me feedback. While I am in no way in the business of writting seriously, I would love to improve.

Cheers

Chapter 4 - Jody by Notkent

That night’s dinner had been relatively uneventful. At her father’s request, Ella had whipped together a spaghetti and meatballs dish that had pleased everyone. Even Andrew, having given a few joking criticism had to admit that she had outdone herself, and even offered to clear up by herself as Beth and Brian left to go clubbing and Susanne turned in with a book. Andrew just couldn’t bring himself to leave Ella alone downstairs, in the kitchen, so he decided to join her, but the girl was quick to make him get to bed, after all, they had church in the morning.

 

***

 

All Elaine could remember was coming in to confess late the night before, but now she had no idea where she was. Sitting on a hard, wooden surface in near complete darkness, the 32-year-old school-teacher was completely naked. As she tried to piece together what had happened the night before, she remembered an ache …. no, an intense pain. But where? In her chest? No, in her stomach! This information lit a small spark of recollection about an article she had read in the newspaper. Something about one of the shrunken people, a myth that the government had repeatedly disproved. But then, as she looked around again, she realised where she was: still in the confession booth, on the wooden bench. 

 

A thundering sound snapped her attention and she began looking around the darkness aimlessly until the curtain was drawn and bright, Sunday-morning light flooded her world, save a shadow. The shadow was cast by a true giantess, and one that Elaine recognised almost instantly. The 12-year-old form of Jody Hastings, the only daughter of the wealthy Hastings of North Carolina, attended an academy where she had applied to teach at, and she remembered the girl very well. 

 

A budding, adorable girl with jet black hair and icy blue eyes, Jody had been a troublemaker as Elaine remembered, subtly controlling her classmates and making her like as a teacher miserable. She hoped that at church, the girl would be better behaved and she started to stand in order to call for help, but Jody was distracted by something on the ground. Elaine dared to step closer to the edge of the bench and peer down to see what the giantess saw. On the wooden depth, far below the tiny woman, an ant was scurrying around a large crumb of a biscuit or bread. The creature was wandering aimlessly around the morsel of food and as Elaine watched, the giantess approached it cautiously, so as not to frighten it. Feeling confident that the girl would help her now, Elaine yelled for all she was worth, but the giantess didn’t seem to notice. 

 

The pre-teen strode the step towards the ant, her pure white sundress flapping against her legs. She slowly lifted her right foot, slipping it silently out of her slipper. As Elaine watched in growing horror, the little girl hovered her foot above the ant and just as it sensed the danger and started to move the girl’s pale sole came down on it. Elaine screamed in disgust as the girl’s face settled into a sinister grin as she pressed down on her foot until with a crunch, the ant was no more. Elaine took a step back from the edge of the bench as the giantess turned around, putting her slipper back on. Her eyes scanned the booth until finally, they came to rest on the bench.

 

The tiny woman squirmed and stared with wide eyes as the giantess’s grin grew and the colossal girl stepped towards the bench, her eyes fixed on Elaine. Jody bent forward until her face was near enough the bench for her breath to wash over the minuscule being before her. Her parents had begged her not to, but for as long as she could remember, nothing had been as exciting for Jody as the feeling of crushing a bug. As a baby, she had grabbed for all kinds of things; ants, flies, worms, and her parents had thought that their daughter was showing caring for animals. What they had refused to see until recently was the joy with with Jody would crush them out of existence. Now, the brunette brushed a lock of wavy, black hair from her face as she studied what was on the bench.

 

Jody could identify most insects from a distance, usually so that she could play with them, and from the first glance, she knew she didn’t recognise this bug. It didn’t move like an insect, and it was far to … pathetic looking. Now upon closer examination, a broad smile spread across her face as she recognised the parasite below to be a human. Sure enough, she had heard her father say something about shrinking, and to be careful, but she had never imagined that she would ever see someone. 

 

“Hello down there,” she said gently, her toothpaste and yoghurt-smelling breath layering onto Elaine.

 

“Hello! Can you hear me?” Elaine shrieked in fear, and was reassured a little when the girl’s eyes widened in surprise and her colossal head nodded slowly. Jody slowly brought up her hand and lowered a finger onto the bench.

 

“Don’t worry little one,” she cooed, “Lets get you on my finger so I can have a look at you.”

Elaine looked a the enormous digit beside her and then back up at the girl. Her eyes betrayed nothing but pure fascination and intrigue, Elaine couldn’t find the slightest hint of malice in the sky-like sphered. Slowly, the woman got up and walked over to the finger. She reached up and tried to pull herself up onto the waiting finger. Jody held her finger perfectly still and let the woman struggle for a few more moment but frowning.

 

“Wow, you can’t even climb onto my finger,” she exclaimed, in a mix of concern and disappointment, “That's really pathetic. I guess I can give you a hand.”

 

Elaine looked up in confusion to see what she meant, feeling a little hurt at the comment about her situation. She looked on in confusion as Jody’s pale lips parted and her finger entered the enormous orifice high above the bench. Then, with a pop, she pulled out her index finger, covered with a thin layer of her saliva. As Elaine realised what she was about to do, and threw her hands up to protest, the 12-year-old’s finger crashed into her body and pined her flat on the wooden bench. Elaine screamed as the saliva covered her and continued screaming as the girl slid her finger to the side, rolling Elaine onto her chest. Then, the pressure on the finger increased, pushing down on her back until Elaine was sure she would burst. All of a sudden, the pressure disappeared and the finger began to retreat, but now, Elaine was stuck to it. As Jody brought her finger up her face, the tiny woman was glued to it by her stale smelling saliva. Elaine didn't dare struggle as she felt herself rise a tremendous distance as the girl stood up, holding her bug before her.

 

“Hi,” she whispered, keeping the woman close enough to her lips to feel her breath, then raising her to her eyes, “Let me have a good look at you.”

 

Elaine managed to pull her head free from the girl’s finger pad, her hair still thick with the foul smelling spit. She looked up at the goddess who now held her life, literally, in her hands. With a glint of recognition, Jody smiled, “I remember you. Didn’t you try to get a job at my school once? I heard you weren’t good enough.”

 

“Elaine swallowed her pride as she looked pleadingly at the giantess, who was clearly not the least bit concerned about insulting her. She looked into the blue depths of her eyes and really could’t tell what Jody intended to do with her, so she tried her best to steer the conversation towards getting her to a hospital.

 

“Yes, Jody, I’m Elaine. I applied for your school but I found work in the city instead. Listen, I’m really scared about being this small. Could you please call someone to …” Elaine started but was cut off as Jody giggled.

 

“What?” the giantess asked, “To help you? But then we wouldn’t get to play.” Her pout of disappointment confirmed what Elaine had feared, the girl wasn’t taking her seriously, and that was a real problem at her size. “Don't you want to play with me?” Jody asked sweetly, but her voice told the woman that there really wasn’t a choice.

 

“Okay, sweetie, one quick game and then…” Elaine started gain but the girl had already lowered her. The woman was now level with a pair of lips as wide as a road.

 

“I'm so glad you remember me Elaine,” Jody said before bringing the woman closer. As Elaine tried to shield her face, she was pressed against the 12-year-old’s lips, smearing chapstick all over her body. Jody puckered her lips and gave the woman a peck before bringing her away. Elaine opened her eyes but the chapstick burned and she was forced to close them. She tried to asked for help but she was again brought to Jody’s lips. This time, the pre-teen pressed the woman against her for longer, until Elaine started to struggle, being smothered and struggling to breathe. She felt something change and thanked her stars that she would be able to breathe again, but she panicked as she was pushed harder. 

 

Jody parted her lips and stuck her finger, along with the shrunken woman into her mouth. Elaine gurgled as she drowned with warm, slimy saliva, pressed into the muscular tongue of the little girl.As the finger pulled back out, Elaine screamed and kicked and tried to follow it but with another pop, the finger was pulled out of her oral cavity, leaving the woman within its dark, humid confines. She kneeled at the lips that trapped her but only for a moment as Jody’s tongue smashed into her back. The woman was thrown to one side and another as the girl toyed with her bug inside her mouth. Elaine gave up trying to scream as each time her mouth opened it was flooded with the girl’s saliva. After almost a minute of the torment, Elaine was blinded as the lips opened. She was released, still caked in spit as Jodie drooled the woman into her waiting palm. The sweet smell of hand cream fought a losing battle with the stench of her saliva as the tiny woman landed on her skin.

 

Jody giggled as she watched Elaine struggle to get the slimy liquid off her face so that she could breathe. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing into the giantess’s spit as she realised that she had nearly drowned in a 12-year-old’s mouth. Too exhausted from fighting for her life to stand she remained kneeling and looked up at the titan looking down at her. Jody had sat on the bench and looked down the defeated woman with glee.

 

“That was fun wasn't it?’ Jody asked rhetorically, “Its too bad we can’t play longer.”

 

Elaine’s stomach churned as the girl continued, “But service starts soon and I don’t want to be late, so I guess I’ll just crush you now.”

 

The 12-year-old nonchalantly lowered the woman to the ground and tilted her hand, causing the tiny woman to start rolling off her palm. She was almost on the ground when the girl stopped and stood up, unconsciously keeping Elaine in her hand.


 

Chapter 5 - Church by Notkent

“Where's my little angel?” called a gentle, melodic voice somewhere outside. In response, without a moment’s hesitation, Jody jumped to her feet and rushed out of the booth, curling her fingers around the tiny woman and forgetting about her instantly. 

 

The little girl ran outside to the doors of the partly filled church and leapt into a young woman’s waiting arms. “Ella!” Jody squealed in glee, wrapping her arms around the woman’s neck as she was lifted into her embrace.

 

“Aww, how are you Jody? Are you ready for church?” Ella asked kindly, setting her down. Jody nodded excitedly. “Can I sit with you, Ella? Please,” the girl asked, reaching for the young woman’s hand.

 

“Of course you can sweetie,” Ella replied, taking her hand, “What do you have in your other hand? Can I see?”

 

Jody obediently opened her palm, showing the tiny creature it held.

 

“Is that an ant, angel?” Ella asked.

 

“Mhm,” Jody nodded, innocently, “I found it in the confession booth.”

 

“And what are you going to do with it sweetie?” Ella asked in a motherly tone.

 

“I was going to let it go outside,” Jody tried tentatively and was rewarded by a hug from her idol. Jody breathed in her scent as she held the embrace and she beamed as Ella led her outside to release her prisoner. Ella had babysat Jody for a few years and still occasionally would, while the Hastings had been out to dinner or away for conferences. As a result however, Jody had grown more than a little attached to Ella, idolising her and always wanting to be with her. The Hasting’s had even had phase out Ella’s babysitting rather than stop it as Ella had refused to sleep or eat unless Ella was with her. She had thrown tantrums and screamed, but everything would be okay when Ella arrived. Around her, Jody behaved like a perfect little girl and clung to the young woman like a doll. Her parents often called Ella to help them with Jody but over time, they had developed other ways to deal with their daughter. The mere threat that they would call Ella and tell on her could stop Jody from misbehaving, but her parents worried that soon enough she would find a way around that. 

 

As far as Ella was concerned, Jody was an angel. The girl never misbehaved around her and even volunteered to do chores while she babysat. Ella only ever remembered making puzzles, cooking and doing each others hair with her. Jody would then fall asleep as she recounted some made up story, curled up with her blanket and pillow beside Ella. 

 

Elaine looked up to see two faces as Jody opened her hand and lower her to the ground. Looking over Jody was someone Elaine recognised instantly. Ella Sanders stood over the titanic girl who had tormented her, dressed in a beautiful, off-white sundress. Elaine tried to call for help but her voice was hoarse from her torment and the colossal woman wouldn’t have heard her anyway. Jody tilted her hand and the tiny woman fell to the ground lightly. As the 12-year old stood up, Elaine truly appreciated how massive the two people standing over the were. Elaine could probably just about struggle onto Jody’s slipper if she was in full health. 

 

She raised an arm, pleading for help as the two turned and walked back into the church. Elaine had only turned as she saw her demise. An enormous, fat man was waddling towards her at a languid pace. The woman tried to stand, to escape into the grass, but she was too weak, she fell forward has even her arms gave way and she lay on the curb, waiting for death. The man’s black church shoe fell on her and the woman was killed instantly, reduced to a stain as the heavyset man continued on his way into the Lord’s house. 

 

***

 

“Ella, how wonderful to see you,” called a fit looking man in his 50s, standing beside a woman who had aged well, thanks to the best lotions and therapies that money could buy. “I see Jody’s found you,” she said, smiling at the girls.

 

“Oh its great to see you too Mr. and Mrs. Hastings,” Ella replied warmly, curtsying. The young girl beside her did the same, making her parents laugh as their rebellious and strong willed daughter copied Ella almost exactly, adopting the image of an innocent and loving daughter. 

 

“Please Ella, you know you can call us Mark and Angela,” Mr. Hastings said giving her a hug.

 

“You're practically family you know,” Angela added, also hugging her.

 

“Aww, thank you two,” Ella sang as Jody continued to hang on her arm, gently so as not to bother her but staying close to her idol’s skirt, waiting patiently for any attention she could get from her. 

 

“Oh, have you heard, my dad’s home,” Ella said, excitedly, looking around and finding her father before calling him over. Andrew tried to lead Susanne away but she wouldn’t bother to leave her conversation until she saw whom they were going to talk to.

 

“Good morning Angela,” Susanne said warmly as her husband and she walks towards two of the richest people in their area.

 

“Mrs. Sanders, I’m sure you’ll understand if I don't remember your first name, we’ve hardly met,” Mark said, dismissing Susanne’s attempt at addressing them as friends, “However you sir, are a different story.”

 

“Mr. Sanders, or can we call you Andrew?” Angela asked, smiling at the man, “Ella has told us all about you and your service and we’ve been waiting to meet you.”

 

As the Hastings' greeted him, Andrew was confused indeed. He vaguely recalled a family of Hastings, almost royalty in the state, surely these weren’t the same people.

 

“Its nice to meet you sir, ma’am, Andy’s just fine,” Andrew replied, “I apologise but I haven’t been in the country in years. What do you two do?”

 

“Honey!” Susanne snapped, smiling apologetically at their social betters, “Mr. and Mrs. Hastings are business people and quite good ones at that. They own most of …”

 

“We do well for ourselves and try to give back to the community as we can,” Angela cut in.

“I see,”Andrew replied, “And how is it that you know my daughter?”

 

“Ella?” Mark asked. “Why she’s practically family. She used to babysit our Jody," he said pointing to the little girl at Ella’s side.

“Oh but she’s so much more than that,” Angela added, “She's such a great role model for our girl, and Jody loves her very much.”

 

“I think she’s closer to Jody than we are,” Mark said, only had jokingly, “I do have to commend you on raising a fine young woman. She’ll go far Lieutenant.”

 

“Thank you sir,” Andrew replied, “I see Ella has been talking about me.”

 

“Are you joking? You’re practically all she talks about,” Mark replied, “I wish my daughter was so attached to me; she adores you Andy.”

 

Andrew had to take a look at his daughter and he could believe it. Despite her efforts to dress conservatively, she glowed in her white, knee length, sleeveless dress. Her hair brushed behind her shoulders, Ella’s eyes captured his gaze and for a moment, he forgot that anyone else was in the room. All he could see were the all absorbing emerald eyes and it turned him on. Ella broke the eye-contact as she turned to deal with Jody, picking up the little girl and carrying her to the benches, telling a story or something that the little girl listened to with wide eyes and slightly parted lips. The 12-year-old’s full attention was devoted to her idol and Andrew could see how Ella held the girl, lovingly, and he wished irrationally to be in her arms. 

 

“I'm sure she just hasn't shown it yet,” Andrew recovered from his daze.

 

“So what are you doing now that you’re back in town?” Angela asked, politely.

 

“I'm uh, working at Army HQ, I’ve used up all of my field time so I’m just pushing papers,” Andrew replied, feigning excitement about being stuck behind a desk.

 

“A man like you? What a waste!” exclaimed Mark, “Listen Andy, I know we’ve only just met, so I can’t offer you anything concrete, but from what Ella has told me about you, I’d be more than happy to get you in a room with someone from one of my firms here in Raleigh, if you;re looking for some other kind of work.”

 

“That's really good of you sir,” Andrew said as he took Mark’s card, “But I don’t have a whole lot of experience in much except combat.”

 

“Nonsense,” Mr. Hastings replied, “Leadership, planing and achieving objectives are all things I believe a military man like you will be capable of, and if Ella is any testament to your ability to inspire people, you’ll be a valuable asset indeed.” 

 

“What do you mean?” Andrew asked, “I've hardly been around for Ella. My wife has been …”

 

“Whether or not you were there, that girl is who she is because of you,” Angela cut in, “Ask her yourself if you don;t believe me, but any time anyone asks her why she strives for success, how she motivates herself, your name is always on her lips.”

 

Again, Andrew looked over at her daughter, now surrounded by children of varying ages. At the preachers call, Ella bent down low and whispered something to the group of eager children and they followed her to the front of the church. Then, at her command, they sat in neat lines in the front two central pews, hands on their laps and their head turned up towards the preacher, ready to begin. Ella sat with them and other than occasional glances at her, the children were more focused and quiet than he could remember children being. As the Hastings took their leave to sit, so too did Andrew and Susanne; Beth had refused to get up, claiming that her hangover was unbearable. As the Sanders went to take their seat, more than a few couple smiled at them. Even when they sat, the old couple beside them spoke up.

 

“Are you Ella’s father?” the woman asked, which Andrew affirmed.

 

“You've done a spectacular job sir,” her husband said, offering to shake his hand, “You raised a fine Christian girl.”

 

For the rest of the service Andrew couldn't stop being impressed as Ella kept the children focused on the proceedings. Towards the end, the preacher even called her up.

 

“And now, to read a passage from our Lord’s words, I’d like to welcome Ella Sanders,” he said, to which there was a warm response by the congregation. Andrew didn’t understand why until she walked onto the stage. Even behind the stand, all eyes on the room were glued to the girl, the light shining in from the stainless window above making her glow, ever so slightly. Even as she read, Andrew felt like her eyes were always on him, but looking around he could see that everyone stared directly into her eyes as well. Ella’s voice was  like a song, revitalising him from his boredom and every word she said seemed to make perfect sense. After the service, numerous couples congratulated Andrew and Susanne on their daughter as they left.

 

“Ella, we’re leaving, get your things,” Susanne called harshly, to which the children still around the girl groaned and complained, but Ella put them at ease with a few words and they all hugged her before going to rejoin their parents. Only one remained.

 

“Oh, do you have to go already?” Jody asked, frowning up at the young woman.

 

“Aw, sweetie, I have to go home and be with my parents, just like you,” Ella said, kneeling down on one side to be more level with the pre-teen. Jody threw her arms around Ella and hugged her tightly, “I know, but I’ll miss you. You’ll still be here right?”

 

“Of course sweetie, I’m not going anywhere this whole summer,” Ella reassured her.

 

“But what about after?” Jody asked, still clinging onto the woman, “You'll still be nearby right?”

 

“Well sweetie, only the Lord knows where we’ll all end up,” Ella said, to which the little girls eyes began to tear. “Hey, Jody, don’t cry,” Ella consoled, caressing the girl’s hair, “Your my tough little angel aren't you?”

 

“Yes, but … but, I don’t want you to go,” she sobbed.

 

“Don't worry Jody, I’ll always come to visit, and when you have time, you can come and visit me, wherever we both end up okay?” Ella reassured.

“Promise?” the little girl asked, offering her little finger.

 

“Of course I promise,” Ella said, taking her finger in her own and wrapping the girl in her arms, “Now go and be a good little angel for your mom and dad, okay?”

 

The girl nodded and grudgingly let go of her hand to go back to her parents. Before walking off though, she turned back and kissed Ella on the cheek. To Angela’s surprise, Jody hugged her and held both her and her husband’s hands as they led her out of church. The girl had already planned the ask that they visit Ella wherever she went next year, and putting on a sweet face could help her case. As the Hastings left, all  Jody could think of was he idol and not seeing her as often. No. She would be with Ella, her parents were rich, and she would get what she wanted. 

 

Chapter 6 - The Plan by Notkent

“I'll see you tomorrow Andy,” Lainey yelled from her car as they got ready to head home after work. Andrew replied in kind and was thankful that he was somewhere where he could say that to his friend and not have to worry about one of them losing their life before then. As he drove home he thought about how much risk he had taken in his life, never realising how close to death he had actually come. He had been selfish, only thinking whether or not he minded the risks, but now, having lived with his wife, his children, he saw that there were other people he had worried by his behaviour. As Andrew walked into his home he was just happy that that risk-fuelled part of his life was over.

 

Just as this crossed his mind he was surprised by Ella rushing down the stairs and pouring on him, tying her arms around his neck and pressing her body against, forcing him to feel her soft breasts against his tired chest. 

 

“Oh daddy, I was so worried,” she cried, burying her face in his neck and staying against him.

 

“Oh, sweetheart … its okay,” Andrew tried, not really sure how to console this girl he had only properly met a few days ago, “Tell me what happened.”

 

“Okay daddy,” Ella said, surprising him by softly kissing his cheek as she released him. The girl led Andrew into the living room and they sat together on the couch. Andrew, making it clear that he was there in his capacity as a father, sat at the opposite end of the couch to Ella, but when his daughter brought her leg up onto the surface and playfully rested her feet against his thigh, he sat upright. Ella removed her feet and he knew she sensed his discomfort. In truth, Ella’s soft, lotion feet were irresistible and it took all of Andrew’s will to not pull them up and kiss them. Even as he tried to look her in the eyes, his gaze was glued to the gentle curvatures of her delicate feet. 

 

“Daddy?” Ella asked, snapping his attention to her still moist eyes, “What’s the matter?”

 

As she asked this she curled her toes and Andrew was drawn back to the now neatly wrinkled soles. He raised his leg as discreetly as he could to hide his erection and prayed that Ella didn’t notice. 

 

“Nothing honey, not what did you want to talk about?” Andrew asked as calmly as he could.

“Oh daddy it was terrible, in school today, one of the teachers was killed,” Ella said.

As thankful as he was for the change of topic, he was alarmed that his daughter may have witnessed a murder, “What? Did a kid bring a weapon to school?”

 

“No daddy, the teacher shrank and someone stepped on him,” Ella exclaimed, “They said a janitor found him in the hallway.

 

“Shrank? What do you mean Ella?” Andrew asked confused, but then Ella’s face lit up with understanding.

 

“Daddy, didn’t you ever get told? They had PSAs on TV for weeks after it happened the first time,” she asked.

 

“Told what honey?” Andrew asked, now concerned about some kind of ritualistic acceptance or societal horror.

 

“Daddy, there’s been a disease going around the country for the past 4 years,” Ella said, “It doesn’t affect everyone because some people are naturally immune, but it also just takes time to hit some people. Eventually, they shrink down to about a centimetre tall, and there’s nothing anyone seems to be able to do about it. Oh, daddy, I was so scared.”

 

“Wait, if this has been around for 4 years, why did you get scared today? And surely this couldn’t have just happened, that teacher should have known to stay away from the school when he started shrinking,” Andrew replied.

 

“Well actually daddy, I’ve heard that you only realise moments before it happens. Apparently you feel a sharp pain in your abdomen and then you black out, and by the time you wake up, you’ve shrunk,” Ella explained, “And I wasn’t scared before because you weren’t here, and I didn’t have to worry about you ending up under someone’s shoe.”

 

She leaned over and hugged him, resting her weight against him and Andrew could feel her breathing as the movements pressed against him. She raised her head so that her face was close to his and kissed him lightly on the cheek again. Andrew lost any hope of hiding his excitement as he felt his member harden only inches away from his gorgeous daughter’s breasts. 

 

“Why would you worry about me sweetie, I can take care of myself,” Andrew tried to comfort her.

“But how would I know to find you?” Ella demanded.

“Wouldn't you see my clothes?” Andrew asked.

“No, daddy, the reaction that shrinks you is highly exothermic so it would probably burn off your clothes,” Ella corrected.

“Well then we should have a plan. Something we do if either of us gets affects so we know to find them,” Andrew suggested, going along with his daughter’s fears.

“Okay daddy,” Ella cheered up, “What if we agree that if either of us gets shrunken, we’ll immediately run to the nearest wall and give a signal.”

“What signal would be seen if we were so small?” Andrew asked.

“Hmm, it has to be big, for the person doing it,” Ella replied, “How about, a star jump, followed by lying flat and sausage rolling to the side?”

“Okay sweetheart,” Andrew said, laughing, “Whatever will make you feel safe.”

“Thank you daddy,” Ella said getting to her feet and turning on her heels. Andrew stayed on the couch, worried that standing would reveal his still solid erection, but as Ella turned and he laid his eyes on her jiggly ass, tightly covered by her pyjama shorts, he felt himself throb down below. She turned to walk away and headed behind the couch, leaving Andrew to rest his leg, now less embarrassed by his erection.

Suddenly, Andrew felt a warm touch on his shoulder and Ella leaned over from behind and planted lightly wet lips against his cheek, just beside the edge of his lips. Her hair fell against his face, drowning him in her sweet scent. He felt her breasts rest against his neck and his erection roared, pulling his pants tight around it.

 

“I almost forgot daddy,” Ella started, then whispered, “You don’t have to be embarrassed about that. I know you love me, and that’s all it means.”

 

“I …  I don’t know what you mean,” Andrew said, trying to remain in control, but Ella walked back around the couch. 

 

“ What I mean, daddy,” Ella said, turning her back to him and showing him a full view of her ass, “Is that its okay if I, excite you sometimes.” She planted herself down on his lap, burying his erection beneath her and causing Andrew to moan a little in delight. Then grinding her ass against his penis, she turned to face him, staring into her eye and biting her lip. “You don’t have to hide your erection around me daddy,” Ella said, “I know it doesn’t mean anything naughty, right?”

 

Andrew felt the soft press of her butt against his cock and wanted nothing more than to take her there and then. He yearned to fondle the heaving, inviting breasts that trembled as she walked, and more than anything he wished he could kiss the full, lightly glossed lips that teased him every time she spoke. But meeting the gaze of her daughter, innocent, adoring and pure, he knew that he had to reply, “Of course sweetie, its nothing.”

 

“Okay daddy, good night,” Ella replied, kissing his cheek again, dangerously close to his lips, before walking away, “And don’t worry daddy, I won’t tell mother.” 

 

***

 

Brittany paced impatiently by the door, the teen’s dirty blonde hair waving about her head. She had been growing her hair out ever since she had started coming over. In fact, since  her tutor had started coming, Brittany had changed a lot. She had hit her rebellious phase at age 16, going to illegal parties with drinks, getting into clubs with fake IDs and generally acting out. She had cut her hair short and pierced her ears and belly button as edgily as possible. Worst of all, Brittany Wyatt had begun falling behind in her school work, so her parents had hired Ella to tutor her. The transformation she had brought on their daughter was far more than they could have hoped for. Now, a year and a half since the day she had first stepped in the Wyatt house, Brittany was hardly recognisable. 

The once near anorexic blonde had now put some weight on again and looked healthy. She had started running again and was getting back to fitness. Her improved eating habits had helped her to grow out her figure as well and she was trying hard to do it. She had let her hair grow back and it now reached just about her shoulders. She had removed all of her piercings aside from a single pair of small earrings. She had had her ankle tattoo removed and was dressed in a smart shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a knee-length skirt, with high socks and pumps.

 

The smell of baked cookie dough wafted into the large living room of the luxury home, form the kitchen where sat a plate of freshly baked, chocolate chip discs, that Brittany had especially made for the occasion. The girl nervously started to bite a lipstick covered lip but stopped herself. You have to be pretty if you want her to like you. When the doorbell rang, she felt weak in the knees but managed to rush to it. She had made sure that her parents weren’t home so that she could be alone with Ella on this last session. 

 

Finals were coming up, and Ella had done an amazing job, bringing Brittany back to a B+ student but the blonde girl wanted to thank her for far more than that. Since she had first laid eyes on her, Brittany had fallen in love with Ella. She had quit her former ways in a heartbeat and had done everything she could think of to please her crush. 

 

Brittany waited patiently by the door for the better part of an hour when finally, the doorbell rang. She wasn’t expecting anyone else on a Saturday morning so she jumped at the thought of Ella, all to her self. 


 

Chapter 7 - Andrew by Notkent

Andrew stirred from his slumber and found himself lying in bed. His clothes were off, so he guessed that he must have had a wild night with his wife at last; they hadn’t had sex since his return. Still, he found it odd that he didn’t remember much from the night before. All he did remember was having eaten something off and …

 

Andrew looked around him frantically as he slowly put the pieces together. The sight that confirmed his fears was in fact the colossus that lay dormant some miles away from him in the middle of the bed. As his disbelieving eyes ran over Susanne’s unfathomably large rump, stark naked and slightly blotchy, Lt. Sanders realised what had happened to him; he had caught the disease. 

 

He stood up quickly, the soft bed feeling slightly firmer given his now incredibly light weight, and tried desperately to remember what he knew about the disease, what he knew to do. Suddenly, he felt the ground shift beneath him. His eyes bulged and his jaw dropped as he saw the monumental mounds of bare flesh that formed his wife’s ass descend towards him as she rolled over. Andrew turned to run but the sheets shifted beneath Susanne and the flat plane became a steep descent to his death. Andrew fell onto his chest and looked up, too shocked to shield his eyes, as Susanne’s ass engulfed him. 

 

His world disappeared and he felt an incredible pressure on his body as his wife fully rolled onto her back. By some chance, or fate, he had ended up share in the middle of her ass, between the two bone-crushing cheeks, but while his body was not crushed to a pulp, he was still easily smothered by the stale-smelling flesh of her bottom. Andrew tried to claw at the heavy meat, but was truly pinned between the sheets and her skin. He thought he would die for sure as his lungs burned for air, when the pressure released slightly. 

 

A mighty rumble filled his ears as Susanne yawned and shifted her body from side to side, starting to wake up. Andrew screamed into the flesh of her ass as he was inadvertently pushed up between the cheeks. Susanne, being on the skinnier side, didn’t have the largest rear, but its was more than enough to swallow her husband whole. Andrew’s body was unable to resist the forces that bent him and twisted him into her ass crack until finally, he stopped. He felt the pressure change as Susanne rolled onto her other side and he menaced to arc his head upwards. He breathed deep despite the stale stench that clung to his surroundings, thankful not to be suffocated just then. 

 

Things went silent for a moment, but just as suddenly as he had been given the chance to breathe, it was all but taken away. Andrew heard a thundering rumble from somewhere deep within Susanne’s body, only moments before a sputtering fart erupted from her anus. The foul smelling air rushed past his body and was then trapped between her ass cheeks, forcing Andrew to breathe in his wife’s stinky colonic gases as she stirred from her sleep.

 

Andrew tried to yell for her help, but as Susanne sat upright with a lazy yawn, she pressed her husband deeper into her ass, until his face was mere millimetres from her puckering sphincter. Andrew gagged at the unimaginably foul reek that emanated from this orifice, but was forced to remain there as his wife got out of bed and began walking. Andrew prayed that he would survive as his world was thrown from side to side, each of Susanne’s steps like an earthquake, shaking him to his core within the confines of her butt crack.

 

As she walked around, Andrew felt himself loosen slightly and tried to crawl downwards, hoping to God that he wouldn’t fall, but wanting more than anything to escape his prison. After almost a minute of struggling his arms and head broke through the base of Susanne’s butt crack and he breathed (somewhat) fresh air in gulps. No however was a other problem. Susanne was walking to the bathroom, no doubt to use the toilet, and Andrew was stuck, upside down, suspended in her ass, far above the ground, at his size anyway. The US Marine wasn’t left with many choices, but he knew that when she sat down at the toilet would likely be his only chance to reach the ground. All the while he was thinking of what he had discussed with Ella. IT had seemed so trivial, so unlikely, but now, the only thing on his mind was getting  in front of her so that he could signal his saviour. 

 

Taking in his surroundings, Andrew was, for the first time, shattered that his wife was not very hairy, as he looked for some hold to get him out of her ass. However, with age, Susanne’s nether region had sunken to form wrinkles and seeing his chance, Andrew pulled himself free from his prison and managed to grab onto a skin fold. He could see others and felt confident that he could swing onto Susanne’s thigh, however before he could put this into action, Susanne felt a tiny pinch below her vagina. 

 

Andrew gulped as fingers the size of trees raced towards him as his wife subconsciously decided to end the itch. He was pressed into the smelly skin between her anus and vagina and then scrubbed against it as his wife scratched. The man was winded and struggled to capture his breath with his face pressed into the putrid flesh. Finally however, as Susanne finished, he found himself on a slimier surface. His surroundings smelled different too, a pungent aroma of fish hung around him and the skin was messy and disorganised. Groaning as his wife sat down, Andrew saw where he was: in her vagina.

 

He could however see the lip of the toilet seat before him, but it was yards away at his size. Trying to think his way out of the problem, as he had done countless times during his service, Andrew took in his surroundings. Before him was the great chasm of the toilet bowl, a sure-fire fall to his death, and behind him was his gigantic, unaware wife’s pussy. He looked up but the unkempt forest of pubic hairs was just out of reach. He lurched as an almighty grunt emanated from his wife and before he had been able to make a decision, a colossal jet of urine erupted from above him. Andrew barely had time to register it before the stream widened and pushed him out as well, to plummet to his death in the fetid waters below.

 

Fuelled by desperation and a will to live, Andrew pushed himself outwards toward the toilet seat, using the streams momentum perfectly and he just managed to get a hand on the slippery surface. Dripping in his wife’s piss, Andrew tried to pull himself up, but the seat was too slippery, and too large. He felt his had slip and he chanced a looked below; the thick stream of foul, yellow urine swirled the waters beneath … 

 

With a slight grunt, Susanne pushed the last bit of piss out, swearing as it shot onto the toilet seat. Unknowingly, she had saved her husband as the final squirt had hit Andrew like a wall, knocking him clean over the toilet seat to fall, what seemed like a mile, not the carpet below. He landed as best he could, his training kicking in, but without a parachute and from that height, he yelled out in pain as he felt his left ankle twist on impact. The man crumpled among the trees of wool and was once again saved by a miracle as Susanne decided that it was not worth worrying about the piss on the carpet.

 

She stood up, a colossus, towering over her husband and a few drips of piss fell like head sized meteors, one hitting Andrew and soaking his upper body, forcing him to drink the disgusting liquid. The tiny man was however too preoccupied to care he took in the sheer scale the woman. He was barley as tall as Susanne’s big toe and comparatively twig-like in width. He knew that one misplaced foot would be his end, and seeing how such a small drop had hurt him, he didn’t fancy his chances of survival at that scale. Susanne, completely clueless about what she was doing, simply tossed her panties to the side and made for the shower. 

 

Seeing his chance to escape, Andrew got up and hobbled towards the bathroom door. He dared one glance at his wife as she stepped into the shower and took her in. Coming back from the field, he had been waiting to see her and all he could see was a projection of the girl he had fallen for so many years ago. He had even been able to overlook the coldness between them, just by putting his memory of her face onto the woman in the house, but at his new size, he had a different perspective. 

 

The giantess that stood across from him was a woman, aged beyond her years. Her back hunched slightly, telling of her posture to come and her breasts had been sagging for some time. Her skin was blotchy and her hair had started to grey. But what had changed the most was her face. Gone was the timid, cute girl he had married and in her place stood a frowning, bored looking woman, a scowl resting on her face without any effort on her part, giving him s glimpse of her mood in the past years. The excitement had gone from her eyes and all that remained was spite and frustration. Andrew was taken aback by how much she had changed and worried what it meant for them as a family, but at that moment, all he wanted to do was get somewhere safe. 

 

***

 

“That's exactly right, well done Brittany,” Ella said encouragingly, marking a practice paper that her peer had completed, “85%, and I’m sure if I had given you the normal amount of time you would have gotten it all!”

 

Nearing the end of their study period, Brittany had taken them to her room where they now reclined; Ella on her bed with her practice paper in hand, and Brittany on the carpet before her.

 

“Are you sure you don’t want to come up here and have a cookie with me?” Ella asked, looking down at the blonde girl, “They're delicious.”

 

“Aw, thanks Ella, I’m glad you like them, and if you insists …” Brittany said, beaming at her crush’s praise and getting to her feet. She walked towards Ella on wobbly legs from having sat for so long and ‘lost' her balance. The girl toppled over and landed on Ella, bringing them both crashing onto her sheets. 

 

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry Ella,” Brittany said, raising her head with a look of genuine concern. Her plan had to work. She now lay sprawled on top of Ella, her hips between Ella’s legs, her stomach on her solid abs and her breasts on Ella’s far larger bosom. In pushing herself up, she had pinned Ella’s shoulders to the bed and now looked down at her still smiling face. Her inviting red lips, her alluring, emerald eyes, her sweet, magnetic scent, were all too much for Brittany. As Ella opened her mouth to say that it was okay, she made her move.

 

The blonde-haired girl pounced down and locked lips with Ella’s. It was more perfect than she could ever have imagined. He felt Ella go limp beneath her as their lips locker and Brittany slid her tongue softly into her crush’s mouth. The minty taste of her breath and the soothing warm of her mouth overwhelmed the Wyatt girl and she pressed her body onto the curved of her love. Finally, Brittany felt her arms being pushed off as Ella sat up. Brittany’s knees slipped off the bed and she came to rest on them, her head between Ella’s sensual thighs and her eyes gazing up at the goddess she had just forced herself upon. Brittany’s body spasmed as she watched Ella pull her hair back from her face, causing her boobs to bounce, before looking down at her with wide eyes.

 

“Brittany …. I…” Ella started but was cut off.

 

“Ella, I love you,” Brittany blurted, “From the moment I saw you, you wanted me to be a better person and I love you for it. I feel safe with you and … and … I never want you to leave me and …”

 

“Brittany, stop,” Ella cut in, putting a finger gently to the blabbering blonde’s lips and looking her in the eyes, “Brittany, I’m really sorry if I led you on or anything.”

 

The blonde girl’s eyes welled up as she continued to gaze up at the goddess who was breaking her heart, but she couldn’t speak, not without forcing Ella’s perfect, aqua-blue polished finger from her hungry lips.

 

“Brittany, I care about you too, but you know me, and you know that I don’t love any girl, that I can’t love any girl more than as a friend,” Ella stated, “I want you in my life too, but not as a girlfriend, but as a friend.” 

 

Brittany was on the verge of tears as she kissed the finger at her lips, possibly her last chance to embrace her love.

 

“But …” Ella started, reaching down with both hands and taking her friend by the shoulders. Almost effortlessly she hauled Brittany up to her and pressed her lips against the surprised blonde. The kiss was even more perfect than the last as Ella took charge, fusing them together with her passion and tantalising Brittany’s mouth with her tongue. When she finally released, slowly, a thin bridge of spittle hung between them, but neither girl could see it as their eyes were fixed on each others’; Brittany’s a mix of surprise and lust, Ella’s with a gentle allure. “… I don’t draw the same lines when it comes to friends,” Ella finished, “So if its what you really want, I’m happy to do whatever I can, within my morals, to make you happy.”


 

Chapter 8 - Discovery by Notkent

It had been hours since his near death experience but Andrew had played it safe, choosing to hide just behind the hinges of their bedroom door, waiting and watching for Ella to come home. He had figured that she was his best chance of survival. As the hours had passed, he stayed strong, his military training preventing him from succumbing to cravings of hunger or thirst, the Marine remained as still as he could to minimise his energy wastage and waited. Through the day he heard the sounds of life downstairs, the TV, cooking at various times and even the loud intercourse of his daughter and Brian. He heard footsteps coming up the stairs and he would peer out to see if Ella had returned, but it was mostly Susanne, and occasionally Brian coming up to their rooms.

 

Andrew had only seen Susanne as a giantess, and being a rather small woman, he was shocked and terrified when he saw Brian. The mid-20s electrician was a gargantuan beast in comparison, thundering up the stairs and across the hall in only a pair of filthy boxer shorts. His legs were as wide as buildings and his torso was round and as wide as a football field. Even the hairs on his legs seemed like lean trees to Andrew and he knew he wouldn’t want to be caught out in the open with that colossus. 

 

After what seemed like weeks, Andrew heard the front door open and if he wasn’t sure then, he certainly was afterwards as a loud yet sweet voice sang, “Daddy, I’m home.” Andrew knew it was time to make his move so as he heard steps booming upwards, he checked the corridor and ran out into it. Andrew ran towards the stairs as Ella’s head came into view. He stopped as his daughter appeared on the landing, each of her steps sending tremors through the ground. From his position, a few feet before her, Andrew could truly appreciate the goddess that had sat in his lap the day before. Where Susanne’s age and stress had been exaggerated from his perspective, Ella only seemed more angelic. Towering incredibly high, his daughters flawless, tanned skin rose for miles on her legs, disappearing under a short skirt. Her body continued to rise as a white tank top clung to a flat abdomen. Higher up, Ella’s face was partly obscured by a bosom that threatened to burst through its restraints, rounded and firm. Her auburn hair hung loose behind her shoulders and reached down to the middle of her back.

 

The giantess stopped at the top of the stairs and called out again for Andrew. The tiny man screamed and yelled but it was no use, she couldn’t hear him. A sense of dread shot through Andrew as Ella took a step towards him, reaching into a handbag. She was close enough that he could see her feet clearly, toes about as tall as he was, each with a coating of neat nail varnish applied with care. Andrew took a few steps to the side, trying to get out of Ella’s path as the girl pulled out her cell phone. She dialled a number and waited. In the distance, far within his own bedroom, Andrew heard the sound of his phone ring.

 

“Daddy?” Ella called again, the sound of her voice deafening to the tiny man by her feet. She took a step back and waited, then stuffed her phone quickly into her bag, “Daddy, oh goodness, I didn’t think it would come to this. Daddy, remember what I told you to do if you were shrunken; star jumps and roll.” She lifted each of her feet and scanned the soles with her breath held, then with a sigh of relief that she hadn’t found a mangled body, she retraced her steps to the staircase and got on her knees. With her head down, she began crawling back up the corridor, scanning the carpet carefully before moving.

 

Andrew’s face lit up; she was going to find him, but before his relief could turn to joy, he felt a new pattern of tremors on the ground. Turning around, he looked up to see the gigantic form of Brian sauntering down the corridor, directly towards him. Andrew started to move but his ankle wouldn't allow him to cover enough ground. Within moments the hairy beast was upon him and the filthy sole of his foot was racing overhead.

 

“Ella, what are you doing?” he mumbled, ogling her breasts as he walked. His foot hovered over Andrew, causing the tiny man to scream with genuine fear for his life. Ella looked up to respond when the movement of the tiny man caught her eye. The giantess’s eyes widened and with lighting quick reflexes, she dove at Brian’s feet. The older man was caught off guard as the stunning beauty flew at him. Andrew put his arms over his head, a last ditch effort to stay alive but he couldn’t close his eyes, paralysed with fear. He watched as the foot descended towards him, the grime and dust sticking to the expansive surface. He then watched as the foot stalled and then rose away as a far more gigantic form crashed into Brian’s feet. He saw Ella’s shoulders connect with his knees and raise the man off the ground and back down the corridor. He remained frozen as the impossibly large mass of his daughter sailed over him. He closed his eyes, resolving that dying under his daughter was better than under some ape’s foot. 

 

Brian yelled out in pain as he fell onto his back, his legs pinned to Ella’s chest by her powerful arms. The girl spread her legs, landing hard on her stomach but hoping desperately that she hadn’t harmed her father. As Brian curled him in pain, clutching his knee, he swore, “Jesus! What the hell is wrong with you?”

 

But Ella wasn’t listening, she immediately pushed her torso up and twisted to see behind her without risking moving her legs. There between her toned, muscular thighs was the cowering figure she had risked injury to save. Ella pushed herself up onto her knees and then sat down on her heels, not taking her eyes off the diminutive form. Andrew opened his eyes to see a white wall before him and a wall of tan muscle on either side. As he craned his neck upwards he saw the teary-eyed, loving face of his daughter, suspended unimaginably high. She had to put a hand to her mouth to stop herself from sobbing as tears streamed down her cheeks.

 

“Daddy?” she choked, “Is that you?”

 

Andrew yelled affirmation but she couldn’t hear him so he did the only thing he could. He jumped in a star, regretting it as he landed badly on his ankle, and then rolled. A massive sob from above told him that she had understood and as he struggled to his feet, a colossal palm landed beside him. Andrew looked up into her expecting eyes and hauled himself onto his daughter’s hand. Before lifting him up Ella cupped her palm, tossing Andrew gently into the safe centre of her hand. He then shot up towards her face and decided to remain laying on his back as the world rushed down to him. The US Marine sat upright as his ascent ended and his daughter’s lips dominated his view, the minty warmth of her breath showering him. The pale, red forms puckered and he was thrust towards her and then pressed, daringly and gently against them a Ella kissed his entire body, leaving him covered in her lipstick. She then brought him up to her cheek and pressed her cupped hand against it, a single tear rolling into it and down to Andrew.

 

“Oh, daddy I can’t believe it,” she whispered so as not to hurt his tiny ears, “I can’t believe I almost lost you.”

 

She held him close to her cheeks in a calm, steady hand as she looked him over, having to move him close to her eyes. Andrew could look up at the green orbs floating above him, observing the sweeping eyelashes that covered, then revealed her eyes. 

 

“Are you okay, daddy?" Ella asked finally, satisfied with her initial impression. 

 

“Hey, what the hell is wrong with you?” Brian moaned, still clutching his knees.

 

Ella closed her hand around her father before replying, her powerful fingers pressing his body softly but securely against her expansive, flexible palm, but most importantly, shielding him from the loud voice around him. Ella turned and stood up, facing Brian. The man looked up at her face and the voice drained from his throat; he had never seen Ella even slightly frustrated. The face of pure rage that bored into him was too much and it scared him sightly.

 

“Brian…. I swear, that if you ever come near my father again, I will end you,” Ella spat, the venom in her voice keeping the man silent, “Get Beth to drive you to a hospital and then I never want to see you again.”

 

Her voice wasn’t raised, but each word hit the man like a hammer, sharp and oozing with hatred. Without flustering, Ella turned to walk down the stairs. Beth was running up at the same time and pushed past her sister as she was used to doing, but Ella wasn’t in her normal mood. Barley tensing her body, Ella’s powerful, athletic build held firm and Beth pushed off her solid frame into the bannister of the stairs.

 

“Jesus! Watch where you’re going!” Beth snapped, surprised and annoyed at having been repelled by her sister and fully expecting the polite girl to apologise. But Ella continued on her way as if nothing had happened, ignoring her off balance sister as she made her was directly for the kitchen. Beth bristled but seeing Brian on the floor made her decide to get back at Ella later. She tumbled to his side, her fat wobbling and tried to help him down the stairs to the car. Ella entered the kitchen, where Susanne was sat at the counter, reading a magazine. 

 

“Mother, we need to talk about dad,” she said flatly. 

 

Susanne barley looked up from her pages, a bored expression on her face, “What do you want now?”

 

“He's shrunk,” Ella explained, looking for something, any thing, on her mother’s face as she was told her husband had shrunken; worry about his safety, concern about his whereabouts, panic at the situation, but none came. Instead, Susanne put down her magazine and scowled at her.

 

“That piece of shit caught the shrinking disease? Is it contagious?” she demanded.

 

“You selfish bitch!” Ella yelled, slamming her empty fist on the counter, causing a jar to topple, her eyes watering, “Look at him! You’re so worried about yourself that you don’t care at all about him!”

 

Opening her other hand, she allowed Susanne to stare uninterestedly at her tiny husband, cowering in her youthful palm. She looked over his minuscule body and shrugged.

 

“Where did you find him,” Susanne asked with little enthusiasm.

 

“In the corridor about to be crushed under Brian’s foot! How could you let this happen to him? Weren’t you with him today!?” Ella demanded, her voice returning to a level yet strained tone.

 

“I haven’t seen him since last night,” Susanne stated blankly, “I didn’t even notice him when I got up.”

 

“Daddy, what happened to you?” Ella asked, the concern and paid evident in her voice. She brought her palm up to her face and even Susanne leaned in to here the tale. Andrew stared up at the two enormous faces above him and spoke as loudly as he could. He recounted the details of the morning, from the moment he had woken, to her escape from near death at Susanne’s hands, to his prolonged patience until Ella came home. Almost from the get go, Ella’s other hand was over her mouth and her eyes were wide with horror. After he finished, there was a silence as both woman processed what they were hearing.

 

“Mom! I’m taking Brian to the hospital! Ella tackled him or something, that whore!” Beth yelled from the entrance and Susanne uttered some form of acknowledgement, after which the front door slammed. 

 

“So you’re telling me that you only escaped getting flushed down the toilet, because I pissed on you?” Susanne asked, the ridicule spewing with her words. She laughed as Andrew nodded shamefully. “That's hilarious …”

 

A sharp slap knocked Susanne off her stool at the kitchen counter. The woman toppled to the ground, a bright red mark on her cheek from where Ella had struck her. Getting up onto her knees, the woman glared at her adoptive daughter, who looked down at her with hate filled eyes.

 

“How can you even say that? How can you laugh?” she demanded, “Don't you care that we almost lost him?”

 

“He wasn’t around for the last dozen years you little brat so what difference would the future make?” Susanne spat. Andrew swallowed hard as her words hit him. His wife, the woman whom he had married, truly didn’t care whether he lived or died.

 

“You don’t deserve him,” Ella said, swelling her sorrow. Andrew looked up at her face to see a stone cold expression of determination on her face as she stood up, glaring at her mother on the floor, “I'm keeping daddy with me. He’s not safe around you.”

 

With that she left the kitchen and didn’t stop until she was in her room. She pulled the rope for her door up through the crack, ensuring that she wouldn’t be disturbed, before walking to her bed and sitting down. Andrew felt the world shake as his daughter took him with her but he was held firmly against her palm, keeping him safe, despite the stomach-churning motion. Sitting with her legs crossed, Ella opened her hand to let Andrew roll softly from her palm into the space between her thighs. 

 

The tiny man landed on the soft bedsheets and rolled onto his back. He looked around at the smooth, colossal legs of his daughter which entrapped him in the space about as large as a house. As he looked towards her, the towering white wall of her panties rose a few feet before him. He could vaguely make out her pussy, several times his height, beneath the thin fabric. Her skirt covered only the top part of her thighs and her hips. The tank top was barley able to contain her breasts, hanging below her concerned gaze. 

 

“Daddy, I’m so sorry about the way mother treated you,” Ella sang in her gentle, sugary voice, “But I’ll protect you, daddy, I promise.”

 

“Sweetheart I’m okay really,” Andrew tried to reassure his daughter, “I just tweeted my ankle a little.”

 

“Daddy, should I take you to a doctor?” Ella asked, worried.

 

“No, no honey, I’ll be fine with a little rest, but you shouldn’t be so close to me,” Andrew said, “Doesn't this disease spread really quickly between people?”

 

“I don’t care daddy, I’m going to lose you again,” tears sprang to Ella’s caring eyes and she had to wipe them with one hand as the other rested by Andrew, limp against her thigh, “Besides, I could have been infected at school, so maybe I’m immune or something.”

 

“Oh sweetheart I just don’t think that its a good idea to risk it,” Andrew said.

 

“Daddy,” Ella started firmly, “I'm going to take care of you, and that’s the end of it.”

 

Andrew was a little taken aback by the certainty and confidence with which she spoke. Just the day before she had all but been his little princess, asking him for help and running to him when she was scared, but now, she had a motherly quality about her, exuding safety; she would take care of him.

 

“But what about exams and college entrance?” Andrew said. At that, Ella rose, her hip levitating over the miniature man as she reached for an organiser. Andrew lay on his back and gazed longingly as her panties rod up between her perfectly rounded butt cheeks, which protruded seductively from beneath her skirt. Ella dropped the organiser at one end of her bed and reached for Andrew under her. The man struggled a little but was effortlessly pressed between her index finger and thumb and carried to the organiser. She gently dropped him by it and lay on her stomach, propping herself up on her elbows and looking down at the book and her father. 

 

“Well daddy, my SATs are this Wednesday and I finish all my classes by the Friday after,” Ella said, pointing to prettily written slots in her calendar, “So I just need your to stay safe until after that and then I can take care of you all the time.”

 

“But sweetheart, where will I stay?” Andrew asked.

 

“Well, I can leave you in here,” Ella said, her mind working out details quickly, she bit her bottom lip as she thought, “I can leave food and water up here for you and you only have to be alone while I’m at school.”

 

As Ella thought through logistical details aloud, from timings to how she could leave water where he could safely get to it, Andrew’s attention was ripped from her face down to her chest. In her current position, laying on her stomach, Andrew was sitting on her bed, just below her chin and behind him was the organiser. In front of him were the two mountains of Ella’s breasts, he cleavage extending like an upside down canyon into the dark depths of her tank top. Andrew could see the tanned, unblemished skin of the tops of her breasts as his daughter spoke, unaware of the show she was giving her father. Warm radiated from her tits which, along with her alluring, fruity scent flooded over the tiny man before her. Andrew desperately wanted to press his entire body against the pillowy mounds and he felt his penis rise. 

 

Aware that he was naked and for the first time overcome with shame that he stood so before his daughter, Andrew tried to cover his growing erection but Ella glanced down and saw the tiny man with his hands on his dick and his face red as a tomato, looking up at her.

 

“Oh daddy, I’m sorry,” she giggled, “I didn’t realise I was teasing you. Its okay, I don’t mind.”

 

“No sweetie, its not that,” Andrew stammered, trying to stop blushing. But Ella flipped her hair back and peered down at him seductively with loving eyes. 

 

“Are you sure daddy? I can help you if you want,” Ella sang softly, “Do you want me to help you?”

 

Andrew’s cock ached and throbbed as he fought the urge to masturbate at his gorgeous daughter as he warm, minty breath washed over him and she smallest movements jiggled her breasts. He was breathing hard and trying to compose himself enough to speak to her but Ella already understood. Dropping her head, Andrew watched as her weight shifted onto her breasts and they extruded, growing even more in his perspective. Her face descend upon him and before Andrew could say anything, Ella’s soft lips covered his body, pressing him down in a sensual kiss. It was too much for Andrew as he fought against the lips, rubbing his body against them as they moved apart slightly, edging him into climax. The final touch was Ella’s tongue, gently point out from between the pale red lips and engulfing his whole body with only its tip. The warm, slimy saliva soaked Andrew and his body spasmed as he came with full force into the gooey liquid.

 

He didn’t know if Ella even felt his climax as she withdrew her tongue and closed her lips over his body. With only the smallest opening between them, Ella sucked softly and Andrew felt some of the saliva, along with his proportionately irrelevant load of cum disappear into his daughter’s mouth. The suction ended and Andrew’s body rested once more again against the bed, his chest heaving from the effort. Ella raised her face above him, smiling sweetly down at his body as Andrew’s face had drained from the experience, but was reddening quickly in shame. He had just cum into his daughter’s mouth after being pleased by her tongue. His guilt was evident on his face, and Ella smiled all the more adoringly.

 

“Don’t you feel better daddy?” Ella whispered as she rose to her elbows again. As her breath washed over his body, Andrew felt a strange feeling. One part of his mind told him that what he had done was wrong and that he should be ashamed, even scared at how easily she had essentially forced herself upon him. However, another, part, deep within his conscience told him something different. 

You are a toy and she is a goddess. Don’t be ashamed of succumbing to her will. You exist only by her grace. He felt a longing to be against her, to feel the warmth of her skin on his body. He wanted so badly to worship the beautiful goddess that lay over him, to give his entire being to serving her, and eventually, to be crushed under her gorgeous body. Andrew shivered as these feelings passed through him. 

 

“Th… Thank … Thank you sweetheart,” he managed to stammer, still battling his shame.

 

“That's okay daddy, now lets get these next few weeks planned out,” Ella said cheerfully, then, leaning down, she kissed him softly again and whispered.

 

“I love you daddy.”

 

Chapter 9 - Beth by Notkent

“Babe, help me into the wheelchair,” Brian groaned, “I think I need to take a shit.”

 

He lay sprawled on the sofa bed in the Sanders’ home, a brace attached around each knee. It had been two weeks since he had nearly crushed Andrew and had forced Ella to take him. Beth had taken him to the hospital that night where they confirmed that he had completely torn his right LCL, as well as his left MCL, medial meniscus and ACL. The doctors warned him about playing contact sports and asked how he had managed to change out of football gear so quickly, refusing to believe that he had merely been tackled in a corridor, due to the gravity of the injuries. Still, they had surgically corrects the ligaments and braces the legs to allow them to heal; they told Brian that he may never fully recover stability in his legs, and that he would probably have to give up playing football.

 

While the news of not being able to play sports didn’t bother the overweight, mid-20s man too much, but the casts and the intense pain whenever he moved meant that sex was out of the question. Still, Beth had stuck by him and helped him since he had gotten out, letting him sleep downstairs with her in the sofa bed and occasionally jacking him off. She had done everything for him, but he could tell that her patience was waning. 

 

“Are you serious Brian? We just got into bed, how can you need to shit already?” Beth moaned, nevertpe less kicking off the covers and walking around to his side of the bed. Loose rolls of fat jiggled as the 21-year-old, clad only in a bra, walked around the couch, stepping through the obstacle course of garbage. Groaning, she helped Brian up from under the covers and onto the cheap wheelchair they had been loaned by the hospital. The contraption was barely able to support his girth, and Beth struggled to get him on, pulling him by his side as he cringed in pain. After he was seated, Beth looked down at her hands and swore in disgust, trying in vain to shake off the sweat from her palms.

 

“You're disgusting Brian,” she spat, at the man clutching his stomach in pain now, “Try not to shit yourself while I go wash my hands.”

 

Brian barley registered her words as the pain seared through his body to the point of blocking out the rest of the world. He felt himself sweat and burn up and finally he opened his eyes and saw only black. 

 

“Brian?” Beth asked, re-entering the living room to see an empty wheelchair, “I swear I’ll kill you if you could walk this whole time.”

 

Brian awoke to the booming sound of bombs going off. He opened his eyes and looked himself over; he was completely naked, even his braces had disappeared. He tried to move, but the pain was too great. He looked up and realised with a sickening feeling in his stomach that he too had shared Andrew’s fate. He had not been worried at all about shrinking himself when he had heard why Ella had taken him down, but now as he witnessed the behemoth that was Beth, stomping towards him, he understood that it was his reality. 

 

Brian screamed for her as the monstrous beast approached. From his position on the chair, he could see her body in its entirety as the woman came to stand just before the chair, scanning her surroundings for the man she was furious with. Impossibly thick, fleshy legs rose from the edge of the chair at her knees to hips wide enough to take up Brian’s entire line of sight. Between them was a thick hairy forest of blonde surrounding a spent, pulled out vagina that looked like it had exploded. Above the forest was a defined, bulge the size of an island, hanging off her body like a ball of fat, above which were rings of even more adipose tissue. Huge breasts sagged heavily against a DD bra and sweat gleamed on their outer edges as they hung out of their restraint. Beside each boob was a thick, beefy arm, from beneath whence spawned thick growths of armpit hair. Her face was obscured by her girth, and she turned around, still looking for Brian, giving the tiny man a full view of her monumental ass. Each butt cheek was as large as a tennis court and they hung bare behind the titan, a bead of sweat dripped from between them, as large as Brian’s head, and the man watched it disappear beyond the edge of the chair, probably to sully the carpet beneath. 

 

Suddenly, Beth turned, causing her entire body to wobble uncontrollably, and craned her neck down over the chair. Her  blonde ringlets hung down by her face as she scanned the chair until she spotted Brian. The tiny man’s face flooded with relief as he waved at his girlfriend, but Beth wasn’t so happy.

 

“You've got to be fucking kidding me!” she almost screamed, deafening Brian, “I put up with your bed-ridden filth for two weeks and now all I get is a cock the size of a thumbtack?!”

 

In her rage she yelled directly at Brian, bits of spittle cascading over the chair and a few hitting the tiny invalid, as he cowered from the enraged giantess.

 

“You know what Brian? We’re through. I’m going out and getting laid and you… You’re gonna get just what a little asshole like you deserves!” Beth sneered, standing up. Brian shook with fear as the giantess giggled and reached down for him. He hollered in pain as she roughly picked him up between her thumb and index finger and raised him off the chair. Brian begged for her to stop and waited to be close enough to her face for her to hear him, but he never got there. Beth turned around and as slowly, and menacingly as she could, lowered Brian towards her ass. 

 

Brian screamed and struggled as he saw where he was being taken, desperate to avoid what would surely be his doom. Beth held him on the cusp of her ass crack as her tummy rumbled. Brian screamed, tears streaming down his face, begging her to stop as Beth released an ear-shattering fart. The foul, hot hair buffeted Brian, scalding the hairs on his skin and bathing him in an otherworldly reek. He cried as the putrid gas forced its way into his nose and mouth, nauseating him as he hung in the stink.

 

He threw up, his vomit disappearing into the vast space below him, but his torment was not over yet. Without warning, Beth’s other hand pulled apart her butt cheeks, giving Brian a full view of her hairy, puckered asshole. Beth nonchalantly thrust him in between her ass cheeks and released both, allowing them to clap together, trapping Brian between them, a few body lengths from her sphincter. 

 

Brian was smothered by the flabby ass as Beth took a step back, and he felt the world shift as she sat down. Brain screamed as the fat of Beth’s ass engulfed him, spreading as it took her weight. The tiny man ignored the pain in his legs as he crawled towards the only space he might survive in; Beth’s anus. Brian could just reach the wrinkly, fetid skin as Beth shifted all of her weight onto her ass, and the tiny man screamed as his legs disappeared among the flesh, liquefied between Beth’s butt cheeks. He cried, wishing he had lived his life differently, and praying to every god he could think of for another chance, or at the very least for a quick death.

 

Brian’s world was thrown from side to side as Beth ground her ass into the wheelchair behind which she had slaved for 14 days of her precious time. The symbol of her suffering, Beth decided to show it who was boss. Bending over and pushing hard, she released a bubbly, guttural stream of farts into the fabric. Each one, in turn, shot past Brian, burning his body and trapping him within the fatty confines of her ass with ever less air and more abhorrent gas.  

After a few minutes, satisfied with her work, Beth rose and Brian was given some relief, stewing away in her odious ass, fearing that the the next blast of the anus would be his last. He knew there was no hope for him, there wasn’t even any point praying. Still, “Please ….” he managed to whisper, his lungs screaming for air amongst the noxious gas, but Beth wouldn’t hear him.

 

“I hope you had fun down there,” she snarled, talking down to her ass and clenching a cheek in her hand, wiggling it mockingly, “But now I’m gonna get me a real man and you’re gonna feel him too.”

 

Brian barley heard her through the layers of flesh between them, but he understood that something was changing when Beth pulled her butt cheeks apart and reached in with her middle finger. She felt around for him around her anus, once fingering herself and in doing so, releasing a burst of sickening gas. Finally, when her middle finger lay over Brian, she scraped him up, his shredded legs sticking to her finger like gum. The man wailed in agony as she brought him to her butt hole and promptly shoved him into it. Brian’s body slipped into it slightly but then Beth removed her finger and began clenching her butthole. Brian screamed as he was sucked in up to his shoulders, trapped by the pungent flesh, but then it stopped. Satisfied, Brian felt the giantess walk around and step twice, presumably into some panties or a dress and them sit down heavily to put on shoes. Beth was headed for a bar, to get some man to ride her and to end Brian’s life as miserably as he had made hers for the past weeks. The tiny man, nearly drowning in the beads of sweat forming in her ass, could only pray that he died quickly. How close he had been to subjecting another human being to such misery, only days ago, but Andrew had had Ella to save him. Where was his angel, he wondered as he was taken along with Beth’s swaying ass, out the front door and into the car. 

 

***   

 

“Daddy, I’m home,” Ella declared, pulling shut the door to her room and removing her shoes. From inside his makeshift home, Andrew got up and waved, knowing that his daughter was looking at him but probably couldn’t see his movements. The past two weeks had flowed by like a dream. Ella had kept him up in her room and she had made him a home. On her bedside table, she had rolled an ankle sock within another and flattened it out to make a bed of sorts. She had snapped a glass bubble off of one of her perfume bottles and filled it with water, enough to last Andrew for a few days and she left a 1cmx1cm cube of cheese, chicken, carrot and bread beside it every morning. For Andrew, this food and water was more than enough and he spent most of his time eating or running and doing pushups to burn off the food. He had gotten used to a schedule of sorts. Each morning, he would rise at 0500 with Ella, and she would take him downstairs for breakfast before anyone got up. Ella would eat cereal while leaving one piece out for Andrew, soaked in a few drops of milk. Afterwards, Ella would cut Andrews food for the day and take him upstairs with it. Ella would then go for her morning jog, leaving Andrew to himself for about 30 minutes. At 0600 sharp, Ella would return to shower

 

At first, the tiny man had been terrified of the thought of being washed away down the sink, but Ella had resolved to let him bath himself in a soap tray into which she poured some water and liquid soap. She had even purchased an all-natural kind as Andrew struggled to cope with using her scented bath lotion. Ella too would shower while Andrew washed on her bedside table. Every morning, Andrew would try to hide his erection under the water as Ella came out of her shower, a naked image of colossal perfection, to get dressed. Ella would then get him out and dressed. The girl had cut thin cubes of cloth out of an old t-shirt and sheared the edges, allowing Andrew to tie them around him by knotting some of the loose fibres together. 

 

Dressed, Ella would pack get her things, kiss Andrew goodbye and head off to school, making her lunch on the way out. She would always leave a sign telling no-one to enter her room when she went, leaving him in peace until she returned. 

 

As soon as Ella came home, she would remove her shoes and give Andrew a kiss, asking him how his day was and telling him about hers. She would take him onto her bed and leaving on her sheets as she changed into comfortable clothes. She would toss her books onto her bed and recline there, keeping Andrew close by and chatting with him as she studied. While it shamed him to admit it, Andrew had, on more than one occasion gotten excited in front of his daughter and Ella had been only delighted to take care of her daddy, smothering him with her warm, loving tongue until he came.

 

After working for a while, Ella would make a quick dinner for herself and bring it up to eat in her room. She would let Andrew climb onto her plate if he wanted to and eat whatever he could; it usually didn’t make a big difference to her meal. After eating, Ella would take Andrew downstairs with her, ion her usually on her collar bone or on her bosom, making him hold onto a necklace for safety, as she washed her dishes before returning to her room. There, Ella would clean herself and get ready for bed, leaving Andrew with a fresh bath if he wanted it. Then, clean and ready for bed, Ella would take Andrew to her bed, and rest him on her pillow or by her face. There, they would talk and whisper with the lights off until one of them (usually Ella) fell asleep. She would keep a protective arm around him and Andrew would sleep bathed in her fresh, warm breath, only to rise the next morning and do the same again.

 

Whenever he was with Ella, he felt strangely normal. She helped him to do almost anything he would normally do, aside from wander around the house. She respected him and talked to him at eye-level, like another human being, never making him feel like the insect he was compared to her. She lovingly caressed him with her fingers and her lips and kissed him as often as she could. She praised him and encouraged him without condescension, making him feel like a man despite being totally at her mercy. She adored him and as a result, Andrew grew to love his daughter more everyday. Life just seemed easy with Ella, and she took care of him while still living her life, seamlessly incorporating him into her routine. However, while Andrew’s rational love for his daughter grew, so too did his subconscious desires. 

 

Everyday, as he sat alone in the attic room, he found himself thinking more and more of Ella. He would masturbate, furiously, sometimes multiple times to her scent. Once when she had left a pair of panties out on the bed, he had thrown himself from the bedside table, risking his life, to get to them. Ella had come home to find him cuddling with her undergarment, looking up at her with shame and guilt tearing his eyes.

 

But Ella had just smiled and picked him up, kissed him and told him that it was okay, that she loved her daddy. Andrew had wanted to be punished, to be scared into fixing himself, but Ella’s love fuelled his lust, his obsession and everyday he tried to wrestle back control from his carnal urges, to fight his desire to worship and die under Ella’s body, but he was losing, slowly finding himself more drawn to his sweet little goddess in more base ways.

 

That  Thursday afternoon, Ella walked over to Andrew and leaned in over the bedside table, his makeshift home and pinned him to his hardly used bed with her kiss. 

 

“Did you miss me daddy?” she asked with a charming smile, she placed her phone with its amplifier app on the table so that she could hear him speak as she went about the room, removing her shoes, them her top, and her skirt …

 

“Of course I missed you princess,” Andrew said into the device, his voice being magnified by the microphone and played out thought the phone’s in-built speakers.

 

“How was your day, daddy?” Ella asked, slipping her toned ass into a pair of cotton shorts and pulling a tank-top over her head, struggling to fit it over her bosom. 

 

“Oh uneventful, as usual,” Andrew replied slowly, lost in thought as he watched his daughter change, turn and walk towards him, shaking the ground ever so slightly as she carefully shifted her weight for her father’s comfort, “What about you?”

 

Ella carefully picked up her father and her phone, taking them to her bed and placing them at the foot of it. She dropped a clear ziplock sachet beside them and lay on the bed.

 

“Well daddy, if you remember, I met Lainey yesterday and I told her about what happened to you, so she saw me again today and she gave me this,” Ella said, excitedly pointing to the sachet, “She said that it could really help you to adjust with your new size.”

 

Andrew crawled pathetically towards to the sachet, quite a distance from him, until Ella nudged it closer to him. Inside, he made out a single, green pill, about a large as he was.

 

“What is it goddess…. er, dear?” Andrew stammered, blushing obviously at his blunder. Ella’s eyes retained the spark of excitement and showed no signs of having registered his submissive remark.

 

“Well daddy, Lainey said that its a pill that the military designed,” Ella began, “She said that it was top secret and that she could get into a lot of trouble if anyone found out she gave it to me.”

 

Andrews intrigue grew as she continued. “Lainey said that it was designed to make spies able to infiltrate secure places. It shrinks them, but makes them practically indestructible,” Ella said, “But don’t worry, she said that if you’re already shrunken, then it should only have the strengthening effect.”

 

“Should?” Andrew asked, worried, causing Ella to look at him with eyes full of pity and sorrow. 

 

“Yes daddy, Lainey said it was experimental when the project was trashed so they don’t know,” Ella explained, “It might shrink you a little, a lot or not at all. I know its not a cure daddy, and you don’t have to take it if you don’t want to, but it could make the world so much safer for you daddy.”

 

Andrew looked up into her doting eyes and saw the conflict at putting him at risk, but suddenly, his pride swelled up. What kind of man was he to force his daughter to make such heavy decisions for him? What kind of father put his child under such stress, and cowered at the chance to make both of their lives easier?

 

“Ella, honey, I want to take it,” Andrew said, trying his best to sound commanding, and while he squeaked his words to the goddess, she sobbed in admiration.

 

“Oh daddy, you’re so brave,” she cooed, “I love you so much.”

 

Ella kissed him gently, tossing him against her sheets effortlessly and smothering him under her lips before rising back onto her elbows and then sitting upright. Crossing her legs, she trapped Andrew before her pussy, her thighs on either side of him, she picked up the pill.

 

“Well, daddy, Lainey said that since it was designed for a normal sized person, you’d only have to take a tiny bit of it,” Ella said. With that, she placed the pill, still within the bag, between her palms and squeezed. Andrew heard the distant sound of a boulder crumbling and when Ella separated her hands, the pill was a pile of dust in the bag. She opened it and scooped a tiny bit of it onto her little finger. Carefully, she resealed the bag with her teeth and lowered the dust-carrying finger to her tiny father. 

 

“Okay daddy, can you take a piece of this?” Ella asked, presenting the drug to her father. Andrew grabbed a grain of the crushed drug, about the size of his palm, and almost imperceptibly small to Ella. It was more than the normal dose, but he didn’t care. Bitting into it, Ella watched as Andrew consumed the chuck of experimental medicine, as she tossed the rest of the drug on her finger away. She watched him with warm, caring eyes for the slightest change, but Andrew felt nothing. They waited for some time, Andrew lying still and the giantess watching him between her legs. 

 

“I … I don’t think it worked,” Ella said finally, defeated.

 

“No, sweetheart, how do we know? If this makes me indestructible, don’t I have to try to hurt myself to find out?” Andrew reasoned.

 

“Okay daddy, the can you pinch yourself?” Ella suggested, helpfully.

 

“Honey, I think we need a bigger test than that,” Andrew chuckled nervously, “How about you step on me?”

 

There was a silence as Ella stared at her father with wide eyes.

 

“No daddy! I’m not going to step on you!” Ella exclaimed, “I could hurt you, or worse….”

 

“I know baby, I know,” Andrew tried to calm her down, now excited both at the prospect of the drug working, but also at being under Ella’s feet, “But if you do it slowly, then if you feel anything pop or me biting or scratching you, you can stop. Besides, if it can’t help me if I get stepped on, how helpful is the drug really going to be?”

 

Ella struggled to argue with her father’s logic but she frowned, desperately wanting to find another way. She looked pleadingly down at her miniature father and he smiled up at her, finally able to be the calm dad.

 

“Sweetheart, I trust you,” Andrew said.

 

“Okay, daddy “ Ella finally agreed, “But if you feel even the slightest bit of pain you have to stop me okay?” 

 

Andrew nodded and Ella picked him up between a finger and thumb and lowered him to the wooden floor of her room. As he descended below the level of the bed, Andrew realised that he had not been so close to the ground since Ella had taken him into her care. It had never hit him, how small he really was, until he stood barley as tall as Ella’s big toe. Ella put both feet on the ground, on either side of her father and he could smell the faint air of sweat, mixed in with her foot lotion, as he breathed it all in.

 

“Ready, daddy?” Ella said, a look of concern and anticipation plastered on her face. Andrew nodded and Ella slowly lifted her right foot. Andrew watched as the titanic form of her sole came into view and hovered over him. The curves and creases of her foot stretched out like an infinite mosaic above him and the fragrance of her feet enveloped him. Andrew sat down as the sole slowly began to descend on his body, eventually lying down on his back as the balls of her feet came to rest on him. As the pressure increased, Andrew’s body sunk into the foot, smothering him his Ella’s aroma and sweat. He felt the pressure increase and shift downwards and intensify over his legs. Andrew felt the ecstasy turn to pain and then sharp, shooting pain as Ella continued to press on his legs, gently increasing the weight on his limbs. Andrew wanted to scream, to bite, to claw, to tell her to stop, but he was truly immobilised by her foot, trapped beneath his daughter as she crushed him, lovingly, and unaware of his torment. 

 

He felt the pain intensify gradually to the pint where he was sure he would die until finally his legs gave way and were flattened under Ella’s foot with a squelch. Andrew instantly felt the pressure release him as Ella gasped. Her eyes burst forth with tears and her hand sealed a scream within her mouth as she fell to her knees over her father and stared down at his body; a red stain left where his legs had been. Ella sobbed, “No …. daddy, not like this……” as Andrew writhed in pain and cried, the pain too much to bear.

 

But then something strange happened. With increasing pain and heat, Andrew heard hoping and sliding and cracking. His fascination and intrigue overcame the pain and looked down as his legs inflated and rose back to life. Ella too stared in a mix of joy and horror as her father’s mangled legs repaired themselves. Within moments, Andrew was able to stand and Ella nearly fainted form the relief. 

 

Chapter 10 - Mess by Notkent

Susanne had had a tense few days. Initially, she had barley noticed her husbands absence, having grown used to him not being around and certainly not missing him in bed, she had gone about her days as if nothing were different, going to and from work and doing little else other than lazing about the house with the TV on, vaguely aware that Andrew was somewhere upstairs in Ella’s room. 

 

On Tuesday she had gone to work as usual, having scoffed some cereal and bread before driving to the dinner where she was a waitress. Stepping through the chiming front door at 9 a.m. Susanne walked behind the counter in her grey and red uniform. The small dinner was already settling down after the breakfast rush and Susanne brushed past a younger employee. Cursing her luck at having to work here. She had been ready to quit when Andrew came home, but he hadn’t been to work since he dropped and she couldn't afford to gamble with a job in this economy. After all, she would have to support Beth, until she eventually got on her own two feet. 

 

The day had gone by fairly quietly, that was until Susanne took her second, state-mandated personal break and headed to the rest room. She turned up her nose as she entered the decrepit area, the reek of piss on the floor stinging her delicate nose. She managed to find a stall and locked the door behind her. Stepping over the toilet, Susanne reached under her skirt to pull down her panties and grimaced as she saw a putrid log of shit floating in the toilet. She tried to flush it but the toilet refused to comply and she gave up. She absolutely hated people, especially filthy ones. Why couldn't they just live cleanly like everyone else. Reaching for some toilet paper, Susanne began to wipe down the slightly moist toilet seat before sitting down.

 

While she was bent over, her face far closer to the filthy water than she would have like, she noticed a tiny set of ripples in the grimy, brown water below. Ignoring the smell, Susanne looked down to see the terrified form of a tiny woman, clinging to the floating shit and waving for all she was worth. Despite the faeces sullying her dark hair and ebony skin, Susanne recognised her as the girl she had collided with that morning, her uniform burned away by the heat of the shrinking process. 

 

“Help me, ma’am! Please! Can you hear me! Oh god, help me!” she yelled pathetically and Susanne frowned; couldn't she get even a moment of privacy. Sighing as she considered reporting the girl, Susanne turned around and sat down on the toilet seat, her gigantic ass blocking the dim toilet lighting from reaching the struggling woman below. 

 

The shrunken woman screamed and swore as the giantess ignored her existence and sat above her, showing her only a pale, puckered anus and unkempt vagina to seal her in the foul-smelling confines of the toilet. She felt herself slipping and nauseatingly had to press her body against the log of her own faeces. She had had the misfortune of mistaking her shrinking cramps for diarrhoea and forced one out before she shrank and fell in behind it.

 

Finally, with a loud gushing sound, the tiny woman screamed as a torrent of stale urine showered her and began to swirl the toilet water. Susanne pondered about her as she pissed, wondering what would happen to her if she herself shrank. As her hot liquid scalded the diminutive woman, Susanne began to fret. How would she survive if she was only a centimetre tall? Beth would take care of her, but her daughter wasn’t the most gentle person and she was interested to see how resilient a shrunken human was. Finishing her business, Susanne stood up and wiped her pussy, dropping the tissue into the toilet with the woman and leaving the stall, letting a colossal, whale of woman pass into the stall behind her. Susanne considered warning her about the shrunken woman in the toilet, but decided that she couldn’t be bothered. Instead she went washed her hands and went back to work.

 

***

 

Back in the stall, Estelle desperately needed to shit. Convinced she had eaten something bad, the obese, African-american woman ripped down her pants and panties. The tiny, ebony woman in the toilet waved up but the giantess was not paying attention. Turning swiftly, she planted her flabby asscheeks on the toilet seat and moaned as a noxious fart tore out of her, inundating the toilet bowl with its putrid smell. As she shifted her fat butt on the toilet seat, she eventually sealed the opening, trapping the woman inside with its disgusting contents.

 

The titanic woman strained and sweated as she clutched  her gut, preparing to drop her load. The tiny woman in the toilet water heard the rumble that preceded the torrent of shit. Chunks of enormous woman’s waste shot out of her anus, each about the size of a golf ball, the meteors showered down on the shrunken woman, bursting against the toilet surface and splashing into the water, throwing her off the log of shit she was clinging to. Thrown into the rough waters, the tiny woman screamed as she was forced under the foul water by a piece of shit the size of a car. She was forced to swallow the hellish brew and breathe the reek as Estelle moaned in relief, emptying her intestines. A thick stream of brown sludge followed the solid pieces as the hail of diarrhoea continued. Unaware of the consequences of her actions, Estelle was literally drowning the tiny woman beneath her in shit. 

 

As the shower lessened, the miniature creature managed to pull herself out of the water and laid face down on a pice of Estelle’s putrid faeces. As gas continued to erupt from the mammoth anus above, the tiny woman accepted her fate, that she would faint from the nauseating fumes and drown in the toilet water, no one willing to help her. She cried but only for a second as Estelle forced out one thick log of poo. The enormous turd hurtled down and crashed onto the shit that had now formed a layer, floating on the water. The tiny woman’s body exploded as it was entombed in shit, putting her out of her misery where she could have been so easily saved had Susanne only cared enough. Estelle finished up, wiped and tried to flush the toilet, now nearly brimming with her waste but it wouldn’t flush. Shrugging, she put the lid down and left the rest room, already feeling better about her stomach.  

 

***

 

While Susanne hadn’t thought about the woman again, she had been thinking about the prospect of shrinking, and she was worried. As much as she despised Ella, she had to admit, that the brat had taken good care of him. She knew that Beth would try her best, but Ella had always been showing up her daughter. Coming home, she noticed that the house was quiet. She was surprised to see that Beth and Brian had gone out, they had stayed in every night since his injury, but now his empty wheelchair sat in the living room. She walked into the kitchen, still deep in fearful thought and saw that it too was empty. 

 

“That selfish brat,” Susanne mumbled under her breath. Since Andrew had shrunken, Ella had not cooked dinner as she usually did. Beth had managed by getting more take out, but Susanne was struggling. She hadn’t had to cook regularly since Ella had turned 8 and was able to reach to the stoves. She refused to admit that she missed the fragrant, mouthwatering dishes she would make, instead adamant that the girl was spoilt for not cooking for her. She opened the fridge and caught sight of the tiny cubes cut out of the cheese and remembered asking Ella about it days ago. The girl meticulously cut them out for Andrew, so that he could eat what he wanted, safe within her room. 

 

Susanne scowled with jealousy. Why her worthless adopted daughter cared more about her bastard husband than her was beyond Susanne, given that he had hardly been around for her. He had barley asked about Ella in his letters, and hadn’t done anything for her, yet the brat looked after him like she loved him, while Beth, bless her heart, could barley find the time in her busy days to talk to Susanne. For a millisecond she wished that Ella loved her like she did her father. She allowed herself to imagine the warmth of the hugs that the pretty girl gave the man that she had married, imagined the feeling of her kisses on her cheek, but then it was gone.

 

Susanne felt a stab of guilt, recalling how much she had made Ella do, with cooking, cleaning and laundry, even gardening, all her life. She had tossed the girl into the attic and given Beth the largest room in the house, only to have her biological daughter remain at home and take over the living room as well. She was about to leave the kitchen when she heard footsteps descending the stairs.

 

“No way,” Ella giggled, “I can’t believe you did that.”

 

The gorgeous young woman walked into the kitchen with Andrew in her hands, deep in conversation and smiling sweetly. When she saw Susanne however, her eyes hardened, losing the joyous sparkle that she carried with her almost always, spreading happiness to those around her. 

 

“Mother, you’re home,” Ella registered.

 

“Yes I am Ella,” Susanne replied coldly, resentful of the way she seemed to dull the girl’s cheer, “What brings you and the bug downstairs? Isn’t it too dangerous for your precious step-dad?”

Andrew squirmed in his daughters palm as he watched her frown. “Its nice of you to care for once mother,” Ella retorted, ignoring the urge to yell at the woman who had made her life a living hell, “If you must know, Lainey gave his a pill to make him stronger.”

 

“A pill?” Susanne’s eyes lit up, “What does it do?”

 

“Nothing you’d be interested in I’m sure,” Ella replied, “But it means that daddy can get about on his own a little more and he’ll be safe.” 

 

“But he couldn’t swallow a whole pill at his size right? So you must have more,” Susanne rationalised, “Ella, I want you to give me the rest of the pill.”

 

Andrew was about suggest giving his spiteful wife the pill, to avoid any further argument, but Ella shook her head.

 

“I can’t believe you,” his daughter said, “Daddy's life gets better and all you can think about is yourself. No mother, the pill was for daddy only.”

 

“Listen here you little brat,” Susanne spat, “If you don’t give me that pill I’ll …”

 

“What, mother? You’ll what?” Ella demanded. She walked up to the skinny, older woman, looking down at her from her full stature, dwarfing Susanne with her athletic body and powerful air, “Will you kick me out? Because I finish school tomorrow and I’ll go to off to college and I won’t care.”

 

“Well you won’t be going to CalTech with that attitude,” Susanne smirked, watching how her words hurt the teenage girl.

 

“I hate you Susanne,” Ella wailed, closing her fingers around her father and rushing out of the kitchen. 

 

***

 

Brian felt every step that Beth took as he fought to avoid sinking completely into her ass hole. She had arrived at a bar and planted her butt down on a stool, eyeing her options. As the titanic woman shifted on the stiff stool, Brian’s torso was buffeted, but her remained trapped in the small space before her anus. He heard muffled sounds from above as Beth interacted with various people, but soon enough, he felt his world shift as she got up.

 

Beth grabbed the man’s arm and led him quickly into the bathroom, making sure to bounce her ass behind her, throwing Brian around as she went. She pushed the man into an open stall and began making out with him furiously. His hands worked their way along her flabby, sweating back and squeezed her ass. Brian felt his surroundings tighten as Beth was fondled by the stranger. He moaned and begged for her to stop, but there was no way for her to hear him. Progressing quickly, Beth shoved her way to the toilet, and dropping the lid, bent over it, hiking up her ass and ripping down her panties.

 

Pulling her ass cheeks apart, she brought Brian into the light. He craned his neck upwards to see the man with whom Beth had been messing around, a colossal guy, with a thick brown beard and a hairy chest exposed by his unbuttoned shirt. Brian’s tiny eyes scan his body down past his beer-belly to a dense growth of pubic hair. From amongst them rose his member, easily 10 times the tiny man’s size and throbbing. He heard both Beth and the man panting as he thrust his cock into a condom. Brian was shaking as Beth passionately rubbed her pussy, waiting for the man to enter her.

 

He stepped towards her, placing a hand on either side of her hips and brought his dick against her butt crack. Brian felt the pressure instantly as the monstrous cock slid over him, teasing Beth before it entered. Brian was rubbed against the slimy, plastic covered member, oozing with pre-cum. Brian was able to take one, sweat laden breath before the man thrust forwards. The soaking tip of his penis crushed Brian and forced him into Beth’s puckered anus. The tiny man barley survived the first thrust and was certainly dead by the second, crushed by the enormous member and smeared inside Beth’s rectum as the man fucked her up the ass. When he finally came, Brian’s remains dissipated in his cum, to dry up and be expelled later, no more important than the man’s semen.

 

Chapter 11 - Clean Up by Notkent

Susanne woke up late on Friday morning, calling in to tell the diner that she would be coming in for the lunchtime rush. The woman dressed and waited patiently in her room for a chance. With the door ajar, she watched as Ella and Andrew went about their morning routine; breakfast, the jog, etc. Finally, she saw the steps to Ella’s room descend and the girl stepped down, dressed in a pair of blue shorts and a grey tank-top. With a bag slung over her shoulders, she saw Ella carefully raise the steps and put a note on the outside.

 

When Susanne heard the front door shut, she exited, headed straight for Ella’s room. If the little brat wouldn’t give her the magic medicine that the military had made against shrinking, then she would take it herself. Susanne hurriedly pulled down the entrance to Ella’s room and stomped up, dislodging the note in her wake. The neat, handwritten message fell to the carpet, face down, hiding its words: DO NOT CLEAN ATTIC.

 

Andrew had just settled down on his sock bed, having heard Ella leave, when the entrance to her room flung open. The tiny man got up to hear the sound of his titanic wife lumbering up the steps. She looked around, confused, as if she had hardly ever been in her daughter’s room before, until finally, her eyes came to rest on Ella’s desk. Andrew called out to her but Susanne didn’t hear. She rushed toward the neat desk, hitting her head on the low roof and swearing loudly. She got to her knees and crawled to the desk, knocking over books and pulling open drawers, frantically searching for something. Andrew shied away a little as he watched his wife, as if possessed, turn over Ella’s belonging. The woman stopped and looked around, squinting a little, until finally, she stopped, staring dead on at Andrew.

 

A cheery, almost maniacal smile spread across her dry lips as she crawled over to Ella’s bedside table, shaking the ground as she did so.

 

“Ah, just who I was looking for,” Susanne sneered, stopping before the table and getting shakily to her feet. She peered down at Andrew, the table rising only to her thighs, “Honey, I need that drug that Ella gave you to make you strong. Where is it?”

 

Andrew had to lean back to look up the colossal body before him, forcing him to gaze up her denim covered crotch, past her slightly pudgy belly and beyond her tiny breasts to see her eyes, looking at him coldly. Andrew opened his mouth to respond, but the feeling of being trapped in Susanne’s ass flashed through his mind, causing him to swallow his words and stare dumbfounded up at her. With some effort, Susanne crouched down, bringing her face almost level with the surface and then rising a little higher.

 

“What was that? I think your throat was a little dry honey, let me help you,” she said with mock concern. Before Andrew could move, she puckered her lips and spit. The glob of saliva struck the tiny man full on and threw him onto his back as the slime stuck to him. Andrew struggled as it clung to his body and face and he found himself swallowing mouthfuls of the stale gel before he was able to wipe it off his face. 

 

Susanne laughed as the minuscule man toiled, “Is that better honey?” She leaned over him, forming another ball of spit in her mouth and letting it drip from her lips and soak his body, causing him to flail.

 

“Do you think I give a damn what happens to you? You’re not a man anymore, your not even a person. Your just a lowly bug that no-one cares about. God knows how you managed to seduce Ella!” Susanne hissed, her morning breath augmenting the smell of her saliva as it flooded over Andrew, “You're going to tell me where Ella kept that pill or I’m going to put you in a blender downstairs.”

 

“Susanne …” Andrew gasped, trying to speak, “You can’t take the pill…” But Susanne cut him off before he could explain. Her index and middle fingers materialised above Andrew and pinned his arms to the wooden table. Applying an immense force for the man, Susanne made her husband scream as she crushed both arms beneath her finger tips, dragging the bloodied remains across the wood.

 

“I won’t ask again,” she spat, “Where is the pill?!”

 

The sound was deafening and the pain from the stumps of his arms was unbearable. Andrew didn’t care about warning his wife anymore, she didn’t deserve it. Sucking in a deep breath, gritting his teeth through the pain, he shouted, “Its under her pillow!”

 

Satisfied, Susanne lifted her fingers and turned her back on her husband, leaving him to writhe in pain on his makeshift home as the bleeding miraculously stemmed from his arms. Susanne leaned over and snatched the plastic sachet from under Ella’s pillow, staring in disgust at the powder inside.

 

“You lying little shit!” she swore, turning angrily on Andrew, “Do you think I’m stupid? Ella said it was a pill, not powder!”

 

She swept her hands across the bedside table, knocking all of the lovingly laid out items onto the floor, and Andrew along with them. The tiny man’s stumps could cushion his fall as his face hit the hard wood and he felt his nose shatter. Andrew was surprised he had survived such a fall,  but his suffering wasn’t over yet. Susanne stepped over the little man, her right foot landing an inch from his diminutive body. Andrew could smell the sweaty odour of the appendage, even as blood gushed out of his nose. 

 

“I'll ask you one last time because we’re married,” Susanne roared, towering above him, “Where is the pill?” 

 

Andrew started to answer but she couldn’t hear him so Susanne dropped to her hands and knees and leaned her ear to the man. Andrew’s voice was weak from his injuries but he managed to explain before Susanne lost it, “She had to crush the pill so that I could take the right dose. That dust in the sachet is the right dose of the pill.” 

 

Susanne’s face lit up and she stood, quickly forgetting about the insignificant creature on the floor. She ripped open the bag and observed the fine dust. This was it, she would finally be safe from this wretched shrinking business. Unable to hold her excitement, she reversed the bag over her open mouth and swallowed the drug with an almighty gulp. Although she felt nothing, she reasoned that the effects must be delayed. Tossing the empty sachet to the ground, Susanne began the climb out of Ella’s room, now a mess. On this rare day, Susanne would be going to work with a smirk on her face, rather than her usual scowl. 

 

Andrew lay on his back, overwhelmed by agony for what felt like ages. Once Susanne left, the house was silent . After sometime, he felt the tingling feeling from before on his face as his nose corrected itself. The same began to happen slowly, all over his bruised body, slowly getting him back to normal. His biggest surprise was his arms. Andrew had seen his crushed legs inflate back to life, but Susanne had viciously smeared his arms on the bedside table. Still, the stumps of either side of him started to elongate and sickeningly moulded back into familiar arms.

 

***

 

Julita slipped off her shoes and went to the hall closet to get her supplies. The 42-year-old, Polish woman had been the Sanders’ cleaner for 7 months, Susanne having fired the last one for stealing, as she had done the one before that. Julita Czarneka had learned not to question Mrs. Sanders, even when she had cancelled Julita’s weekend work. The heavyset woman pulled out a vacuum cleaner and some sprays, ready to get started. She heaved the load upstairs, always preferring to start there and work her way down the house. She walked under the entrance to Ella’s room towards the master bedroom, making a note to ask why the girl had put up sign the week before, to stay out of the attic. The woman stopped in her tracks as she saw a scrap of paper on the floor. Picking it up, Julita read the words on the torn bit of note paper; … CLEAN ATTIC. 

 

Finally, she thought, she could get the attic clean after so many days, not that she was worried; Ella was the cleanest person in the Sanders’ house, not that that was saying much. She pulled open the steps and began hauling the vacuum the narrow steps.

 

Andrew was ripped form his thoughts as the door to Ella’s room opened again, and thundering steps climbed the stairs. The tiny man stood up, having been lost in his bought and still among the wreckage of his makeshift bed and bath. The woman that appeared was not Susanne, and definitely not Ella. Julita’s 233lbs frame was gargantuan to Andrew, contained within a pair of worn-out jeans, a few sizes too small and an old t-shirt. He could see that she carried something, but couldn’t quite make it out, other than that it was massive. 

 

Each step that Julita took shook the wooden floor savagely. Andrew got to his feet, understanding with a gut-wrenching fear what the woman was carrying: a vacuum cleaner. Andrew bolted for Ella’s bed, hoping to find refuge underneath as the colossal Polish giantess found a socket to plug in the vacuum. Julita was surprised by the mess on Ella’s desk and by her bedside table, remembering her as a very clean person. Her footsteps boomed across the room as she rose with the vacuum cleaner armed, just as Andrew reached Ella’s mattress. He realised that as it rested on the floor, there was no space underneath for him to crawl and hide in. When Julita turned on the vacuum, the sound was deafening, its whir filling the attic. She began by the door and started to suck up the little dust on the floor, making her way towards the window and Ella’s bed. 

 

Andrew began to panic, as each quaking step brought the giantess and her machine closer to him. Within moments Julita had covered most of the room and was at the foot of the mattress. Andrew started to crawl under the mattress but he saw her bend down. Trying to manoeuvre under the low roof that descended at the foot of the bed, Julita shifted her weight onto a knee, placing it at the lower end of the mattress, across from Andrew. The tiny man backed away from the mattress as he saw how it compressed under Julita’s knee, flattening to the floor beneath the monumental weight. Andrew had to survive, and he knew that if he went into the vacuum cleaner, there would be little chance of escape, and ever finding Ella.

 

He changed his attention and grabbed onto the soft mattress. Despite the tiny reach of his fingers, he was abel to cling onto it and he decided that the safest way was up. He began to scale the mattress as Julita got ever closer to his position, and the mess at the foot of the bedside table. She turned off the vacuum cleaner when she reached the mess that Susanne had made, just as Andrew reach the top of the bed. He looked up to see the enormous profile of the cleaner as she bent down to pick up the empty soap container and rolled up sock. The woman grimaced as she saw the tiny pieces of bread and cheese sitting in the spilled soapy water of Andrew’s bath. As she bent down, Andrew saw how her butt, easily the size of a two story house, leap out behind her and the woman struggled to compress her thick belly. Lost in her determination to bend down, Julita lost her balance and started to topple forwards. Andrew watched as the titanic Pole twisted her fatty body in an attempt to keep her balance.

 

Andrew didn’t have time to move as she turned her back on the bed, aiming her ass squarely at him as she dropped, trying to sit down rather than fall. Andrew’s legs finally responded to his screaming brain and he turned to run. He made it a few inches when the Polish woman’s ass crashed onto the mattress. Andrew felt the soft surface cave underneath her and the ground he was running on suddenly became a steep drop. As the force of her landing shot through the mattress, Andrew found himself being thrown incredibly into the air. He screamed as his body was thrown up a few centimetres and crashed against Julita’s sweaty, lower back, bare in the gap where her t-shirt had ridden up and her jeans had sagged. Andrew instinctively grabbed onto a greasy hair as the woman settled and so too did he. 

 

He looked down and to his despair saw that there was no way down. Below him, like a crevice between two boulders was Julita’s ass, open above the sagging waistline of her panties and jeans, into which disappeared three droplets of salty sweat. Andrew felt himself slipping and clawed desperately for more hold among Julita’s blonde back stubble, but to no avail. When the large woman decided to stand up, the motion was too brisk for Andrew to hold on. With a shrill, insignificant yell, the man slipped down and disappeared between Julita’s ass cheeks, the two mounds coming together and compressing him as she stood up. Julita set the two items she had picked up on the bedside table and went to get a rag to wipe the mess of the floor with. 

 

Each step rubbed Andrew between the shifting walls of sweaty fat as Julita found what she was looking for and walked back to the bedside. He too began to sweat in the hot, heavy air of her ass. Not risking another fall, Julita sat down on the bed to wipe the floor. As she squatted, her enormous ass cheeks shift apart and Andrew felt a moment of weightlessness before he fell between them, coming to rest shortly on the bottom of the giantess’s panties. Andrew recoiled from the worn out fabric as he felt the moisture in it from Julita’s ass-sweat, sinking into it in the darkness of her pants. As the Polish woman sat down, Andrew felt an immense pressure over his body. He slid forward in the panties just as he felt his body sink into Julita’s. 

 

Andrew’s body was crushed, his ribs cracking and his feeble limbs snapping, as he sank into the flesh behind Julita’s sweaty, spoilt pussy, the hairs flattening against his body. Only Andrew’s face remained, buried in the odious flesh as he body stuck to it like a thin-plaster. Andrew was forced to suck air from the flab, as the cleaner went about her duties. Finishing up with Ella’s room, Julita descended the steps once more, shutting the door behind her.

 

As she walked from room to room, the pressure lessened on the minuscule man and Andrew felt slightly away from the sweltering flesh and he was able to breathe deep gulps of the relatively less nauseating haze, despite his flattened lungs and chest. The tiny hairs under Julita’s pussy bristled against his still flat body as it remained, shooting unimaginable pain to the man’s mind. Slowly however, as he was bounced around in the giantess’s panties, Andrew once again felt his body begin to repair itself, inflating and expanding back to its normal shape. 

 

Just as Andrew was beginning to regain the use of his arms and legs, he noticed that he was getting closer to the giantess. As Julita went about her business, her panties were steadily riding up her ass crack, and drawing the tiny man against her body. Andrew rolled over carefully on the fabric and poked his head out of the panties, chancing a look down Julita’s legs. The jeans were tight against her tree-like thighs and Andrew could feel the shudders as they rubbed against each other, threatening to smear him between them if he tried to escape down the giantess’s leg, so his only option was up. Andrew rolled onto his back once more as his cloth surroundings rose a little higher, brining him once again closer to Julita’s pallid flesh. He knew that if he was to escape and remain in his home, he would have to climb up and out of the woman’s panties.

 

As the fabric twisted and rode up between the cheeks, Andrew gave up any thoughts of avoiding the chasm of her ass, but he now faced a choice; to remain in the giantess’s panties and take his chances of being discovered by her, probably suffering and being crushed relentlessly until then, or risking the voyage up her ass and trying to find a way out. He decided on the latter and tried to get into a position to aim his body back into the treacherous depths from which he had only just escaped. 

 

The US Marine breathed in deep, gagging at the foul air entering his lungs but forcing himself to hold his breath. He reached up and grabbed the moist flesh of Julita’s ass cheek, pulling his body into her ass crack. The giantess didn’t even feel his tiny movements as he willingly forced himself deeper into her grinding buttocks. 

 

Andrew instantly felt the heat as his body was able to pass between the mounds, enveloped and lubricated by her sweat. The putrid, salty liquid soaked him and threatened to enter his mouth and nose, but he held his breath, trudging up the crevice. Julita’s steps shook the flesh of her ass, wrenching at Andrew’s guts, but he kept his cool, fighting the perpetual grinding of her buttcheeks to work his way up the tremendous climb. After what seemed like an age, Andrew felt the pressure on his body decrease as he ascended past the mid point of Julita’s ass. Now the movements of her butt were amplified however and Andrew struggled to keep his footing as he made his way though the darkness. 

 

As he reached the giantess’s waist, he neared her panties once more, as they hugged her contours. Making use of the hairs in her ass crack to get close, Andrew leapt up, using all the power in his legs to reach the fabric. Clasping his tiny hands onto Julita’s panties, Andrew hang on and swung as he prepared himself for the final part of his climb. Putting his military training to full use to move along the thin sheet towards the elastic waistband, stretched taut on Julita’s behind. 

 

The tiny man pressed himself against Julita’s skin and crawled under the waistband of her panties. He crawled into the light for the first time since he fell into the abyss and it blinded him momentarily. He held firmly onto the cotton waistband as Julita went about her work, being swayed with her butt as she did so. Trying to take in his surroundings, Andrew found that Julita was currently in the master bedroom. The titanic woman was walking away from the bed and Andrew knew that she was moving towards his wife’s desk. with his upper body held firmly against Julita by the waistband of her panties, Andrew knew that the desk might be his best shot of escaping, providing a place to jump to that wasn’t too far below the height he was at.

 

Bending over to vacuum under the desk, Andrew was held horizontal, the force of the movement making him tense up. When she finished, Julia straightened up and turned her back on the desk, spurring Andrew into action. Drawing on his strength, the man pulled himself free of the waistband, holding himself at the dizzying height of Julita’s ass with only his arms. Daring a glance down, he could see the table, head and wooden, about a mile below but between him ands goal was an obstacle. The gap between the Polish woman’s ass and the edge of the table was only a few inches, but to Andrew, it was a wide drop to certain death, far below. Even if the fall didn’t kill him, he risked being crushed under the heavy-set woman’s feet. Andrew had jumped from such heights before, but then with a parachute, and never in such a domestic and familiar area, sadistically blown out of proportion. He felt the tinge of fear shoot through his body as his vision blurred at that height. He felt a ripple of movement as Julita began to take a step away from his salvation and a thought shot through his head, Ella. If he didn’t get away from this giantess, he may never see her again; her inviting smile, her deep, caring eyes, her alluring lips…

 

The idea of his daughter sent a shock through his body and before he knew what he was doing, Andrew threw himself from the woman’s ass, plummeting towards the desk at a terrifying speed. 

 

Julita didn’t even hear the tiny crack with which Andrew hit the desk, his arms shattering and his right shoulder jumping out of its socket. Lying, horribly winded, on the papers strewn across the messy desk, Andrew felt the vibrations of the massive woman’s steps as she left the room, closing the door and leaving him to groan in sheer agony, but it didn’t matter; he had survived.

 

***

 

Julita’s next house was just up the street from the Sanders’, an elderly couple that tried to stay active, often going on excursions with local groups to delay the social isolation that was inevitable with old age. That day, they hadn’t been in to let Julita in, and the Polish woman assumed it was just another outing that they had gone on, but she did question why there was another car in the driveway. She didn’t know that they had fallen to heights of about 1cm and were stranded in the house along with the social worker that had come on a visit, leaving her car parked outside. 

 

Stranded on the vast kitchen floor, Mary, screamed for help as the otherworldly Polish woman thundered into the entrance. Julita set down her things and headed for the kitchen, as she normally did when her client’s weren’t home, to get a quick snack before starting her work. Believing that she had succeeded in getting the giantess’s attention, the young, shrunken social worker waved and ran towards the giantess, flooded with relief. Julita walked into the kitchen with her eyes scanning the counters for food. 

 

Mary realised too late that she had been mistaken, as the cleaning lady’s shoe shot over her. The social worker gazed up at the filthy sole of her sneaker, dirt stuck in the ridges and the crushed remains of a worm on one side. The rubbery death trap stretched at least a few yards in any direction over Mary, snatching away any thoughts of survival. With incredible speed, the shoe descended on Mary, knocking her body to the ground and liquefying her instantly. Her scream barley made it to her mouth before she was reduced to an insignificant red stain beneath Julita’s sole. 

 

Mrs. Raymond, confused and cold, felt about the surface of the stiff, wooden rocking chair, trying to find her glasses. She was totally unaware that her glasses were intact around her, the metal frames softened by the heat of her shrinking, but still intact, the enormous glass lenses bigger than she was. She felt cold and crawled forward on the chair, trying to find her clothes or something familiar on the vast, flat surface. She felt a vicious shaking coming from far away but she wasn’t worried about that, she was sure she had just been at home, but maybe she was just confused in her senility. 

 

Julita left the kitchen, wiping a bit of tomato sauce from the corner of her mouth, having enjoyed her little snack of beans in sauce. Her footsteps shook the floorboards as far below on the living room carpet, sat Mr. Raymond. A tall, lean man of 78, he too was confused at his whereabouts, particularly as the bare wood beneath him shook as if an earthquake was taking place. But it was different. A native on San Diego, Mr. Raymond was used to earthquakes, but this was far more rhythmical, like coordinated bombs, or missile strikes …. or foot steps. 

 

Mr. Raymond looked up to see the lumbering form of his cleaner, clad in pale jeans and an overly small t-shirt. The elderly man watched as her towering girth jiggled towards the living room, her colossal breasts swaying with each step. Despite his impotence, he felt himself get excited as Julita turned around and bent over, showing a clear view of her planet sized ass. When she stood up, Mr. Raymond decided that it might be best to walk towards her, still not fully understanding how he had become so small, or where exactly he was. 

 

Julita was in a bad mood, having been unable to find the head of the vacuum cleaner so she would have to go without it. She plugged in the cord and turned on the suction, decided to do the living room, she was nearly done with the first part of her job. Having worked for the Raymonds for so long, Julita barley needed to look where she was working, running the vacuum from memory of the surfaces and obstacles. 

 

Mr. Raymond’s heart dropped when he heard the deafening sound of the vacuum cleaner begin. His world shook as Julita walked towards him, the suction of the machine preceding the nozzle. The frail little man did his best to get out of the way but very soon, Julita, unaware of his peril, aimed the nozzle at him. Instantly, Mr. Raymond felt the almighty pull of the vacuum as he began to slide along the wooden floor towards the gaping opening. Instinctively, he grabbed onto the only thing he could, a small ridge between floorboards, and he held on as tightly as he could. With superhuman strength, fuelled by adrenalin and the will to live, he clung on as the rest of his body was lifted and pulled towards the vacuum. 

 

As his puny form struggled to resist the pull of the air, Mr. Raymond felt his left leg sear with pain. His scream was drowned out by the sound of the vacuum cleaner as his leg was ripped from his hip and disappeared into the hole. Mr. Raymond felt a sudden weakness as his blood sped out of his wound, promptly being sucked up by the machine, never touching the floor. The man’s strength faded just before Julita decided to move the nozzle. 

 

His tiny body shot off the ground and into the vacuum tube, his right hand grazing the side. At the speed he was moving, his frail limb was ripped off, leaving a momentary red stain on the metal before it too was sucked up. Mr. Raymond was defined by the sound and the air was torn from his lungs by the suction. The last thing he remembered was a pain in his back. The tiny man hit the side of the tube as due to the slight friction, was smeared across the metal in a long, blood smudge, which too was sucked up and erased. 

 

Finishing up with the vacuum, Julita switched it off, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead. Deciding to take a break before she went on to clean the windows, she took a quick seat on the old rocking chair in the living room. Mrs. Raymond never realised what happened as the massive shadow of the Polish woman’s ass fell over her, seconds before the unstoppable mass descended. The old woman was crushed instantly beneath Julita’s left butt cheek.

 

Chapter 12 - Salvation by Notkent

Andrew finally managed to stand, his body having taken its time to heal from its torment, and he surveyed the desk. It was indeed messy, and very unlike his wife, who liked a certain level of order in her life. Andrew walked across the carelessly strewn letters and pages, trying to find a way down. He knew from experience now that he was capable of surviving quite dizzying falls, but he similarly remembered the pain of essentially dying, each time, and ideally wanted to find a better way down, that was the first part of his plan. He would find a safe place to wait near Ella’s door, she would go upstairs and seeing him missing, come down and look around the floor at which point he would be found and safe. 

 

Fearlessly, Andrew walked to the edge of the light, oaken table and peered down. Before him was a sheer drop to the carpeted floor, seemingly a few miles of free fall. He walked along the brink of the surface before he reached the area above a set of drawers. Andrew noticed that the middle on was slightly open; if he could reach it he could dramatically reduce his fall to the floor. He looked back across the vast expanse of the table for anything that he could use to get down. He rushed back across the table, searching under bits of loose paper and eventually even around the stationary cup in the corner, deciding not to venture inside it in case he was unable to climb back out of the ceramic vessel, several times his height.

 

After almost 30 minutes, he had assembled his “rope,” made of a rubber band, to which he had attached a chain of three paperclips. All together it was barley 12cm long, but it would be enough. Hauling the heavy object with him, Andrew walked back to the edge of the table. Laying it along the edge, he ran back towards a fountain pen. Putting his back into his work, he rolled the pen towards the edge of the table, stopping as close to the precipice as he dared. He eased the rubber band around the pen and gave it a tug. It would have to do. 

 

For security, Andrew rolled the pen back about 2m in his perspective and then grabbed the last paper clip on the chain. Walking back to the edge, he threw the cord down and watched it straighten out, the stretch of the rubber band allowing it to reach just about halfway down the height of the first drawer. Swallowing any misgivings about his plan, he grabbed his makeshift rope and stepped off the edge of the desk. As the rubber band stretched to accommodate his near irrelevant weight, Andrew eased himself into a sitting position, his legs straight at the knees and bent at his hips. With careful steps, he began to ease his way down the rope, staring at the desk and holding the rope in his trained, powerful hands. After he few moments, the rope gave slightly and Andrew froze as he almost lost his grip, slipping a few body lengths; the pen wasn’t heavy enough. As he got further down the rope, he was adding the pulling force on the rope and the pen was edging closer to side of the desk. He was only halfway. 

 

Sensing his impending fall, Andrew doubled his efforts, stepping even more carefully, but with an urgency in his pace. He quickly rappelled to the last paper clip and slowly lowered his body so that he hung by his arms on the metal wire, slowly descending as the pen continued to slip. He could see the drawer, more open than he had guessed, below him. Andrew looked back up to see one side of the pen slip over the edge of the desk. Praying that the desk was full of something soft, the US Marine released his rope, just as the pen toppled over the brink. Andrew fell several times his height into the cavern of the desk drawer, landing hard on some papers. Above him, the pen hit the edge of the drawer opening and clattered to the ground, taking his rope with it. Light steamed into the drawer only by the small opening at the top and Andrew could see that it was about 3m above the nearest bit of paper. Breathing hard from the exertion of his landing, Andrew decided that he would wait to attempt his escape from this level.

 

For the first time, Andrew looked down at the papers, and saw that they were blank. He walked to the edge of the page he was standing on and flipped a few of them, finding them heavier than he expected. The stack of papers was in fact blank, probably printing papers, but something caught his eye. Having walked to the edge of the stack, he could see that the papers were neatly, almost perfectly stacked, except for one. A corner of a page somewhere below stuck out of the stack. Andrew knew that it would be futile to try to reach it, but he did make out part of a word on the corner of the page: CT…

 

  Deciding that it probably wasn’t important, Andrew decided it was time to make his final move. He walked to the edge of the paper stack nearest the opening and tensed up. Waving his arms down to build momentum, he swung them up as he jumped from his squatting position, reaching as high as he could, not wanting to topple forward into the gap between the pages and the from too the drawer. His fingers just couldn’t reach the wooden surface, and he landed, falling backwards to avoid the drop into the gap. Realising that he would have to risk it, Andrew took a few steps back from the edge of the stack of papers. With a burst of speed, Andrew ran towards the edge of the drawer and leapt forwards, reaching for all he was worth for the solid wooden top. His fingers grasped it seconds before his body crushed into the wood, winding him mildly. He took a second to catch his breath before pulling himself up and onto the lip of the drawer. 

 

The US Marine was reminded of how pathetically small he was as he was able to sit on the tiny strip of wood and looked down over the opposite edge. The floor was much closer, but still far below him. He lost track of time as he stared down, knowing that it was what he had to do. He began to wonder how he had gotten to the point in his life where he was forced to jump from such a menial height, at such great personal risk. With a stern look on his face, Andrew looked down at his landing area, fighting with the idea of jumping. While he had been higher up before, he had made a rope, he had had a plan, but this was different. Rationally, he knew he would survive the fall, but it was so alien. He had put his life on the line before, always justifying the risks by the objectives set by the military, by the thought of finishing his mission and returning home, but now, his objective seemed so fictional. 

 

He, a grown man, was planning to throw himself from the great height of a desk drawer, purposely injuring himself, so that he could run, run for all he was worth to his daughter. He would risk being crushed underfoot, just to be in her hands again, and she would keep him safe? It was all getting out of control, and Andrew struggled to hold onto something, some remanent of sense in his life. He was never a proud man, but his desperation was pathetic, and he knew it. He felt himself tingle with humiliation as he looked himself over, sitting naked on the edge of the drawer. He was afraid of catching his reflection in a mirror, and seeing a face he wouldn’t recognise and couldn’t be proud of. His eyes moistened a little as he fell into his thoughts, spiralling into self-loathing and shame.

 

The sound of footsteps on the stairs broke his daydream and Andrew looked up and out the window. It was sometime in the afternoon, which meant that it could be Ella coming upstairs, and he was still stuck in his wife’s room. Shaking his head and tensing himself, Andrew stood up and leapt forward, getting as much distance between him and the drawer as he could before he felt himself falling. He tried to orient himself for a landing but the fall felt so long. Andrew finally hit the carpet on his side, rolling to cushion the blow. Despite his effort he heard his arm snap and pain shot through him, but the adrenalin was keeping it at bay. Within moments, the Marine stood up in the was it deep jungle of the carpet and faced the ajar door of the room. 

 

Andrew started walking towards it but before he knew it he was running. The steps from the corridor shaking the ground a little and spurring him on. He could picture Ella now, her smile, her gorgeous body, her soft, sweet smelling skin … With speed he did not know he had, Andrew sprinted to the door and skirted around it to the opening. He managed to exit the room just as Ella pulled down the steps to the attic. The giantess was looking up into the room as she prepared to climb the steps, her toned legs bare below the level of her skirt, teasing him to venture further with his gaze.

 

Andrew knew that she would go up and then come down to find him, but he found himself running towards her feet, yelling like a mad man, “Ella! I’m here! Honey, help me!”

 

He knew that she couldn’t hear him, but he wanted her to look down so bad, to pick him up and save him, to kiss him and make everything better, but without a moment’s hesitation, she raised a sneaker-clad foot onto the steps and began to climb. Andrew ran behind the steps, hoping irrationally that she would notice him through the gaps. He saw her colossal breasts wobble slightly with each step, straining her tank top, begin to be released. He saw straight up his daughter’s skirt, the pale grey panties riding slightly up between her perfect, round butt cheeks, consequently pulling tight against her fresh, young pussy. What he did not see where her eyes, as they remained fixed above, ignoring him completely. 

 

 Andrew knew that this was all part of the plan, but still his heart fell. She really couldn’t notice him. He was so small, so insignificant and worthless, that even his loving daughter didn’t notice him. What kind of life could he hope for? How could anyone get to know him or care for him if he was so … irrelevant? The sound of Ella’s backpack hitting the floor failed to pull Andrew out of his thoughts. 

 

“Daddy?! Where are you?” her voice sang from far above him, as Andrew sat down on the dirty corridor carpet, sighing hard, ready to accept the fact that he didn’t matter. The sound of paper flying and drawers being thrown open were followed by a rushed set of steps bringing Ella down the ladder from her room. She stopped before stepping onto the carpet, bending down with fear in her eyes and scanning the floor. She stepped carefully onto it, checking that the carpet was clear before placing her delicate but powerful feet.

 

Andrew made no effort to call out to her. Sitting silent and still, staring into nothing, his heart drowned with sorrow. He couldn’t explain it. He just felt worthless, and the more he though about it, the more it seemed undeniably true. He thought back to his days in Ella’s room, and despite all the efforts she made to make him feel whole, respecting him and holding him level with her when she spoke, it was obvious: he was a pet, a responsibility, a burden. Did she even want to take care of him, or did she just feel obliged to? Even then, why should she care about him? He had barley interacted with her for 13 years and he had even forgotten who she was aside from a name. A shadow fell over him and Andrew waited to be crushed, wishing that this time would be his last.

 

“Daddy?” a terrified, quivering voice whispered. Enormous hands fell on either side of Andrew and scooped him up, raising him slowly, carefully off the ground and up to her face. He looked up to see Ella’s smile, but above he saw eyes bursting with tears, bulging with a painful mix of worry, fear and relief. “I … Daddy, I’m so sorry I left you alone.”

 

Her warmth breath washed over him as she brought him close and kissed him, her lips pressing his body into her soft, smooth palm, enveloping him in her loving touch. She held him in one hand as she wiped the tears from her eyes, her radiant smile returning to her lips and almost immediately raising Andrew’s spirits. 

 

“I'm so sorry daddy, I never should have left you,” Ella swooned, “and I’m never going to leave you alone again.” She sealed her promise by bringing Andrew in to her bosom, placing him against her left breast. Andrew could hear her heartbeat through the thin fabric as he was gently held just above the cusp of Ella’s bra, sinking into the heavenly, soft mound. Andrew felt himself get hard, and shame burned, but it was too much, he couldn’t help but be aroused, the security and affection he felt overpowered any morale in his body and he fully embraced the bliss of being his daughter’s again. Ella slowly pulled him away and he was able to see her face. Something was different. She still looked on him with adoration and caring, but there was more. There was concern deep in her gaze and she looked at him and saw exactly he knew he was: weak, fragile, unable to survive by himself. 

 

“Oh daddy, are you okay? Did you get hurt?” Ella asked softly.

 

“No sweetie, I’m alright,” Andrew managed to reassured, “I'm …. I’m just glad you found me.”

 

“Oh, daddy, that’s so sweet. I couldn’t imagine what I’d do if I lost you,” Ella sang, kissing him again and forcing him to lie flat on her palm, coloured slightly by her pale lipstick, “How did you get down here daddy?”

 

“The maid …” Andrew began, but decided not to elucidate the exact, humiliating way in which he was travelled to his daughter, who seemed to understand.

 

“But why would Julita come upstairs? I left a note on the door,” Ella explained, Andrew looked up as she thought, quickly going through any rationale she could think of while observing him like a hawk, “Daddy, why would Julita knock over your bed and bath from by bedside table. I saw the way someone put them back up and the patch on the floor?”

 

“Well,” Andrew weighed his options, not wanting to cause any more trouble between Ella and his wife, but his daughter’s eyes bore into him. Andrew didn’t like these eyes, dark and foreboding, sucking in everything about him into their emerald depths.

 

“Daddy,” Ella said softly, “You know we don’t keep secrets between us. Please, just tell me what happened.”

 

“Your mother came looking for the pill,” Andrew blurted. He registered the surprise and anger sparking in Ella’s eyes but he couldn't stop himself from spilling the story, about how he refused and was thrown around, how Susanne had forced him to tell her and how she had taken the pill. When he finished, he realised that Ella’s hand was shaking slightly. Her lips were tight and her eyes radiated betrayal, disgust and rage. “Ella, honey, please don’t do anything crazy, I’m fine really,” Andrew tried.

 

Ella shook her head slowly and closed her hand around him. Andrew felt himself sway gently as Ella stormed towards the stairs, both of them heard the front door open. She raised Andrew and placed him in the gently on her collar bone, resting him behind the strap of her bra, neatly in line with her tank top. Her father sat and held onto the fabric as Ella flipped her hair back and headed down the steps, the beautiful chocolate fibres swinging over him. She burst into the kitchen where Susanne was guilty reaching for a box of cookies.

 

“Hi honey, how was school?” the woman tried, forcing a smile onto her face. A sharp slap across it dislodged the smile as Susanne toppled. The force of the blow was greater than she had expected from the 17-year-old and she lost her footing, dropping the box and falling to her hands and knees.

 

“I can’t believe you!” Ella hissed, keeping her voice down, not wanting to hurt her father’s tiny ears.

 

“Who the hell do you thin you are? You little brat! I ought to kick you out of this house!” Susanne roared, getting shakily back to her feet, clutching her bruised cheek in one hand. The grown woman lashed out and tried to return a blow on Ella but with lighting quick reflexes, Ella’s left arm paired the blow and the girl pushed Susanne away from her with her right arm. 

 

“I don’t want to live under the same roof as a monster like you anyway,” Ella shot back, “How could you torture your own husband to get your greedy hands on a stupid pill? I can’t wait to be away form you next year.”

 

“What? When you go to college? News flash Ella, CalTech doesn’t want you! How is it going to feel knowing they didn’t even care enough to write back to you about your pathetic application?” Susanne tried, desperately wanting to gain control over the argument, where she was clearly unable to do so physically. Ella shuddered at the remark and then looked down as felt a gentle tapping on her chest.

 

Hearing Susanne’s words, Andrew’s mind went into overdrive. The paper he had seen in her desk drawer. The CT… must have been for CalTech. 

 

“What does the bug want now?” Susanne began, sensing that she had hit Ella where it hurt.

 

“Be quiet Susanne,” Ella hissed, “What is it daddy?”

 

Susanne didn’t hear what was said but Ella looked back up at her with a burning in her eyes. Without a word, she turned and started up the stairs. The woman took her chance and leapt for the phone.

 

“911 Emergency, how can we help?”

 

“I'm calling to report a domestic assault,” Susanne said quickly, “I need you to send a car right away.”

 

“Alright ma’am, what’s your address?”

 

Having given it, the operator typed a few things.

 

“Alright Mrs. Sanders, we’re sending a squad car your way. Are you i any immediate danger?”

 

“No, I’m alright, but get here quick,” Susanne urged.

 

“Alright ma’am, just sit tight. Can you tell me what happened?”

 

“My daughter just freaked out and hit me,” Susanne whined, “I'm worried she’ll do something violent.”

 

“Is that Beth Sanders?” the operator asked.

“No!” Susanne corrected sharply, “It's my other daughter, Ella.”

 

The line went quiet for a moment.

 

“Just a moment Mrs. Sanders, are you saying that Ella Sanders struck you?” the operator asked.

 

“Yes, that’s what I said,” Susanne replied tersely, to which again there was silence. Then some whispering.

 

“Alright ma’am what is this really about?” the operator asked, throwing Susanne off balance.

 

“What do you mean? She hit me!” the woman yelled.

 

“Ma’am, I’m going to need you to calm down,” the operator replied, “Now, I’m going to have to take this up to me superior because an assault accusation is pretty serious. Since you’re not in any danger, I’m informing you that I’m calling back the squad car for the time being.”

 

“What!? No, send them and arrest her!” Susanne shouted back, “You were happy to do it a second ago.”

 

“I realise that ma’am,” the operator replied, “But we get a lot of slanderous calls coming in to this line, and frankly … I don’t mean any offence but frankly, I don’t believe that Ella Sanders is capable of assault.”

 

Susanne was dumbfounded, “What?!”

 

“Ma’am, you realise that we awarded Ella Sanders a Shield of Citizenship last month right? The award has been given a grand total of 37 times in North Carolina and it requires a stringent vetting process. She’s as respectable a person in Raleigh as any and I refuse to be the reason that a false accusation like this goes on her record,” the operator explained, sounding agitated, “So if you don’t mind, please leave this line open for actual crimes. Good night.”

 

Susanne stood with her cell phone against her ear, her mouth gaping. Ella returned promptly, carrying a piece of paper in her hand.

 

“How could you do something like this?” she asked, showing her the letter, “You knew how much this meant to me. Where you going to let me keep believing your lies?”

 

Ella withdrew the CalTech acceptance letter and stared her adoptive mother dead in the eyes. Susanne writhed with shame at having been caught and struggled to answer. Ella held up her hand.

 

“Don’t bother. I’m done with your lies and I’m done with this house. I’m leaving for grad trip on Monday and I’m taking daddy with me. I’ll move all my stuff out this weekend and then you never have to see me again,” the girl said with tears in her eyes, “I knew you hated me, but I always though it was just some stupid preference thing. I never thought you’d hurt me like this mother.”

 

As she turned and walked off, Susanne was left in the kitchen, still clutching her cheek and her phone, an odd smirk on her face. She sat down at the counter and picked up the cookie box. Why did she hate Ella so? Susanne herself couldn’t understand it. Maybe it was because she was always trying to be so perfect. Maybe it was because she was so deceptive, convincing everyone else that she was so innocent and perfect. It made her sick. That had to be it. She hated how fake Ella was, pretending to love everyone and care about other people. Surely she was just as selfish as Susanne, wasn’t everyone? She sat for a while thinking until she heard tires screech to a halt outside. 

 

***

 

Upstairs, Andrew lay on Ella’s bed, staring up at her as she sat on the edge, talking quietly on the phone. She occasionally said something excitedly and giggled a little, but other times she would speak softly, her voice strained or she would go quiet. Finally, she thanked someone and set down her phone. Andrew was lying just beside her thigh, basking in her scent and gazing up her body from the side. 

 

“I'm sorry I had to talk for so long daddy,” she whispered, “But don’t worry, I figured out what we’re going to do and I promise, Susanne is never going to put you in danger again.”

 

“What? What are we doing? What’s the plan?” Andrew asked, interested and desperate to not just be taken along with Ella. His daughter smiled admiring his keenness and laying on her back, “I love you daddy, you don’t have to worry about the details. Just know that I’m going to take care of you.”

 

Andrew crawled along the soft sheets beside Ella, passing her abdomen, rising and falling with her breaths, he stood in the space beside her shaven armpit, looking up at the heaving mountains of her breasts. Ella rolled her head to wards him and followed with her body, causing the tiny man to crawl backwards, moving away from her as she shifted her weight, sinking into the mattress. Like a tidal wave of flesh, Ella faced Andrew, letting her left breast rest on the right and supporting her head in one arm. Breathing hard from his movement, Andrew began to calm down, relaxing in the gaze of Ella’s tender eyes. 

 

“I know and I appreciate that sweetheart,” Andrew said, “But old habits die hard. I’m always trying to get an idea of the plan so I can be ready. That’s just what I’m used to honey.”

 

“That's so cute daddy,” Ella cooed, “Okay, I’ll fill you in on our mission.”

 

She sat up, pulling her legs onto the bed and crossing them carefully behind Andrew, trapping him between her thighs. She sat with a straight back, her bosom hanging like boulders over Andrew as she looked down and spoke.

 

“I called my best friends first, and I asked if I could keep you in our room on grad trip. They agreed so that’s sorted; you’ll love them, their really nice and they promised to be careful around you. They both said I could stay with them after until we go to college so we don;t have to come back here again,” Ella explained, slowly.

 

“What about all of your things?” Andrew asked, gesturing as best as he could from her crossed legs. 

 

“Lucy’s dad works in a moving company and he said he’s off tomorrow, so he’s going to move my stuff into a storage unit in California that I can rent online. They’ll hang onto it until we get there in the fall,” Ella said, “I'm so glad school’s over, I can finally spend more time with you daddy.”

 

Ella reached over to get her phone as it buzzed and Andrew was left to take in the plan. It was crazy, packing up and moving her life so quickly, but Ella made it sound like a fun adventure, despite the stressful nature of what they would do. Andrew thought about leaving Raleigh and wanted to say something, but he realised that in the past few days, he hadn’t really been living there. His world had become Ella’s room, a safe haven, large enough for him not to feel trapped in and made bearable by his daughter. Where he was didn’t really matter; is safety, happiness and his ability to live, depended on Ella, he depended on Ella.

 

The titanic movements of the girl above him were slow, careful not to jerk her father around, and Andrew walked closer to Ella’s thigh as she typed quickly on her phone. 

 

“Who are you messaging?” Andrew asked, the near silence in the room allowing her to register that he had spoken.

 

“Hmm?” Ella asked, leaning forward so that he could repeat himself, “Oh, its my friends, the were asking about going out to celebrate the actual end of senior year, but I said I was going to spend the night in.”

 

“Ella, you don’t have to stay here on my behalf,” Andrew started, “I'll be fine, go out and have fun with your friends.”

 

“Don’t be silly daddy,” Ella dismissed, “I wouldn’t dream of leaving you here alone. Come one, you must be hungry, I can get you something to eat and then get a bath ready.”

 

Andrew again sensed the difference in Ella’s tone. She still spoke respectfully, but she seemed to be talking down to him, like he was a child. He knew very well that if it came down to it, he had no say in what she did with him, but he had been getting used to her act, letting him think that he still had some control over his life. 

 

*** 

 

Susanne went to open the door, wondering if the operator really hadn’t called off the squad car, but upon unlocking it, she knew she was wrong.

 

“We're here to see Ella,” said one of the two girls, her voice cold and steady. She was taller than Susanne, a buxom redhead with dark blue eyes of about 6’1" or 6’2”. She wore a dark low cut t-shirt, taut against her breasts, between which hung a silver necklace, and blue, skinny jeans, emphasising her wide hips and full round arse. 

 

“She's …” Susanne began.

 

“We know she’s here ma’am, we’re her friends so let us through,” cut in the other girl, a lean, young Asian woman with long black hair. She spoke with a faint Midwestern accent and she too looked down at Susanne, nearly 5’10" in height. Deciding that she was too tired to bother arguing Susanne stepped back and motioned for the girl to head upstairs. 

 

***

 

A knocking on the entrance to Ella’s room startled her. Thinking that it was her mother, Ella rose slowly from her bed, shifting the mattress and causing Andrew to fall onto his back. He watched his daughter rise and walk over to the hatch as it dropped. Ella peered over the edge to see who was coming up and Andrew worried that she would lash out. Instead, a wide smile spread across her face.

 

“What are you guys doing here?” she asked happily, embracing a tall, redheaded girl that entered. Behind her came a Chinese-looking girl, who Ella hugged as well.

 

“Well we couldn’t celebrate the end of exams without you could we?” the redhead exclaimed, “So we decided that a sleepover was in order.”

 

“We ordered pizza’s so you’re in charge of the movie,” the asian girl added.

 

“Aww, you guys are the best,” Ella said gleefully, “Oh, and this is the perfect time for you to finally meet my dad.”

 

“The great Mr. Sanders? Now this really is a party,” the redhead said, as Ella led them to her bed.

 

“Daddy, these are my best friends,” Ella introduced, sitting down softly on the bed beside her father, “Lucy and Xia.”

 

“Its an honour to meet you sir,” Xia said politely, as both girl stared down at his diminutive form, forcing him to crane his neck back to look up at them. She was a bit smaller than Ella but beautiful just the same. Her skin was light contrasting with jet black, straight hair that was tied behind her. Deep, ocean like eyes looked down on him from far above, scanning him systematically and observing his movements. The oriental girl’s accent was tinted from somewhere further west of Raleigh but her words were clear and her voice calm and soft. Andrew hastily tried to cover himself as even her relatively small breasts aroused him, still massive in his perspective.  

 

The other girl, Lucy, was on the opposite end, standing taller than Ella, with large round breasts and a thick rump. Her speech pattern sounded foreign, Andrew was unable to distinguish between a mix of Irish and English. Regardless, the two girls were gorgeous. Still, Andrew was surprised that they accepted his diminutive form so readily, but Ella explained that she had told them everything when planning to take him along on grad trip. 

 

***

 

Brittany was in a bad mood. She had been happy to have finished with high school, but her day had gone poorly after that. She had tried to find Ella afterwards, but she had been off somewhere with the her varsity soccer teammates, and then she had left before Brittany could see her. The Wyatt girl knew that Ella would be with her on grad trip the next week, but that was so long. She wanted to see her but Ella’s phone had been busy for a long time and no one was picking up her home phone. Brittany had wanted to message her, but she didn’t want to seem desperate. 

 

The last time she had seen Ella, the brunette had lifted her to a climax like none she had ever experienced, all without actually touching her down below. Now that she had had a taste, Brittany wanted more, but try as she might, she couldn’t recreate that feeling that she had had when Ella was with her. She paced nervously back and forth in her room, trying to figure out what to do. She had packed for the trip already; planning every article of clothing based on things that her tutor had showed a liking to, a dress that Ella had said was "pretty," or shoes that Ella found “cute.”

 

Despite all her stress, Brittany caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, looking healthier than she had in some time, wearing only her underwear. She had a timid smile on her face, one that her rebellious former self would have mocked, but one that frequented her visage now, wherever she thought of her. As the rich, blonde girl walked towards the mirror to look herself over more closely, she noticed that it was slightly dusty. She made a mental note to harass the maid that was responsible for cleaning her room, later. 

 

A few steps in front of Brittany, the minuscule form of that very woman waved desperately for her attention. Kendra Barnes, a maid and mother of two had found herself lost in the forest that was Brittany’s plush carpeting when she had blacked out while cleaning. Having left her supplies in the corridor, the giantess had had no idea that Kendra had ever come into the room.

 

A middle-aged woman with some early grey fibres invading her midnight hair, Kendra was struggling to fight through the thick fibres that stood taller than her. Her bare body bore the marks of rope burns from when she had gotten tangled in the fibres, and in her panic had forced herself through. She waved and yelled at the top of her voice as she ran towards the giantess, staring up at her uncaring expression.

 

Kendra realised too late that she was in danger, as Brittany’s pink painted nails rushed towards her. With the force of a speeding truck, Brittany’s big toe smashed into the tiny woman and lifted her off the ground. The Ohio-native maid was tossed like a spec of dust through the air, the force shattering a handful of her ribs, until she landed in a painful heap in front of the mirror. Still oblivious to the creature in peril at her feet, Brittany materialised over the tiny woman, who looked up at her with wasted pleading and desperation.

 

Kendra’s heart fell as Brittany’s left foot landed just millimetres from her broken body, the thick odour of sweat, filling her nostrils. Kendra looked up her smooth, shaven leg, rising like a tower into the heavens, except for they didn’t. Instead, they joined at a height that paralleled mountains, tucking into the the tight embrace of her pint panties, matching her toenails in vibrance. Kendra screamed for help, for mercy, for a quick death at least, as the giantess began to pose for herself. Putting her hands on her hips, Brittany pouted and stuck out her butt, trying to look sexy. 

 

Far below, Kendra was more aware of her feet. Without thinking, Brittany shifted her weight and in response, her left foot rose ever so slightly off the ground. The miniature maid screamed in terror as the filthy sole scrunched above her, raining tiny bits of dust down on her. As the titanic teen lowered her foot, Kendra accepted that she was going to die … just not yet. 

 She almost blacked out in pain and horror as Brittany’s second toe touched down on her pelvis. The weight of her foot alone slowly crushed her lower limbs and the poor maid was made to feel every second of it. The pressure snapped her bones and continued until the rich giantess’s foot lay on the ground and Kendra was half a woman. She wished that she could just die, straining to embrace the end, but the massive toe had sealed off her body, stopping her from bleeding out to a relatively peaceful death. 

 

Kendra screamed and cried hot tears as she was forced to inhale gasps of the foul, steamy air between Brittany’s toes. The minuscule creature was trapped in the webspace between her big toe and the one beside it, her face millimetres from the sweaty flesh. Kendra prayed, clasping her hands firmly together and looking to the skies for a god. The only one she could see was the colossal blonde teen, and this goddess didn’t seem to hear her pleas. 

 

Kendra felt the toes shifting and she screamed, her eyes wide in panic,, tearing in the foul air. Brittany raise her left heel, turning slightly to check out her ass and pressing down on her toes as her foot too rotated. Her unfortunate maid’s body was reduced to pulp under her toes. Her body remains mixed with the sweat and toe grime of the giantess as she unknowingly churned the mess beneath her toes. Pieces of Kendra’s body remained in tact, disappearing between the fold of skin under Brittany’s toes. 

 

The giantess was too busy thinking about her crush and if she looked sexy enough to notice the tiny wet feeling that perpetuated for a few moments before disappearing; the maid was rubbed out of existence by the colossal monster of her foot. Brittany could only think of how badly she wanted to look good for Ella when she saw her.

 

Chapter 13 - Morning by Notkent
Author's Notes:

Sorry it took so long to get this one out but I'm working on the next chapter too. 

Andrew woke up with his daughter as her movements gently shifted the pillow. Lying beside some loose strands of Ella’s hair, Andrew sat up and watched as the great head rolled slightly before rising off the pillow. The chocolate strands of hair lifted away from him as Ella’s neck came into view, then her back, covered by the thin blue t-shirt that she wore to sleep; one of Andrews old ones.

 

She raised her left arm from around Xia and carefully slipped her right from Lucy’s embrace. As she stretched, Andrew could appreciate the lean muscles that showed from beneath the short sleeves. Ella twisted her torso around and looked down at Andrew, a warm smile spreading across her face. Her hand carefully scooped him up and raised him to her face, holding him just out of range of her faint morning breath. 

 

“Good morning daddy,” she whispered, suppressing a yawn. With a faint ruffling of the covers, Xia got up as well.

 

“Morning Ella,” she said tiredly, sitting up and nuzzling her cheek, “When is the moving guy getting here?”

 

“Lucy said about 1100 so we have time,” Ella replied, carefully starting to get up from her mattress and motioning for Xia to do the same.

 

“Can I grab a shower El?” her friend asked, keeping her voice down so that Lucy wouldn’t wake. 

 

“Sure, grab a towel from my drawers and I’ll show you where the bathroom is,” Ella said, letting Xia get up. Andrew gazed with wide eyes as the Asian beauty straightened up, her cute ass clad in dark panties and a loose t-shirt over her torso, hanging just to the middle of her butt, teasing him. Her beige, blemish-free legs rippled with lean muscles as she stood,  he tried to look elsewhere. Ella promptly picked him up and led her friend out of her room. Andrew sat in Ella’s cupped hand as felt them descend the ladder from her attic-room to the corridor. 

 

Xia followed suite with a towel and a hair tie in her hands. The girl walked to the upstairs bathroom just as it swung open. A clearly hungover man, probably in his early 30s, stumbled out and froze, taking in the two gorgeous girls that stood in t-shirts and panties before him. He rubbed his eyes and looked again, gazing at Ella’s enticing bosom, pushing up the fabric covering it and faintly revealing youthful nipples below. Both girls were ridiculously hot, and he hadn’t expected it having come home with Beth, but Ella … Her skin seemed to glow and despite the early morning, her hair fell beautifully beside her. There was a … pull about her, that drew him in and made him want to linger. 

 

“Oh god, this isn’t a sorority is it?” he mumbled, his eyes hitting the ground as Ella gave him a disapproving look for his ogling. 

 

“I'm guessing he’s with your sister?” Xia remarked.

 

“You can go back downstairs now,” Ella said, politely adjusting her expression. The man was able to meet her eyes again but as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her hips swayed and his pupils shot down again, “Beth’s probably waiting.”

 

“Oh, right, of course, sorry,” the man stammered as he edged past them to get downstairs. He stopped at the top step and turned around again, getting a full view of the teen’s shapely asses, “Beth wanted me to tell you; we’re headed out for the weekend. Could you tell Susanne, whoever that is?”

 

“We'll let her know if we see her, perv,” Xia replied, pulling her t-shirt down to cover her butt, as the older man walked down the stairs, “Ugh, I hate your sister’s taste in guys.”

 

“As long as it makes her happy, who are we to question it right?” Ella replied, cheerful as ever, “Come on, this is the bathroom.”

 

Having dropped her friend off, Ella carried Andrew downstairs into the kitchen. As they went, Andrew could see that his biological daughter was awake and shoving some belongings into a suitcase. He hadn’t seen Beth in weeks, having no opportunity to interact with her given her lifestyle and his stature. He glanced back at the living room from his safe perch in Ella’s hand and cringed at the filth that littered the floor. That room would certainly be a deathtrap to navigate at such a small size. 

 

Ella entered the kitchen and carefully dropped Andrew off on the kitchen counter, grabbing a still open bottle of wine from the top and plugging it before walking to the fridge. Opening it, the giantess tucked it away and took out a carton of milk and some eggs and walked back to the counter. 

 

“I was thinking of making pancakes daddy, what do you think?” Ella sang, smiling down at her father as she leaned over the counter to get a bag of flour. Andrew was reminded of the sheer scale of his little girl as the t-shirt revealed her abdomen in her stretch. The toned, muscular core stretched out like a city block above him, easily able to crush him should Ella rest on the flat-top. The tiny man looked straight ahead of him and stared directly at Ella’s  panties, noticing them in detail for the first time. The mauve cotton fabric fit her body like a glove, the only thing between him and his daughter’s fresh pussy. 

 

Andrew snapped back to attention as Ella tossed the flour onto the counter, shaking it slightly but enough for the minuscule man to register. She pulled out a bowl and a whisk. 

 

“Are you okay daddy?” she asked, bending over so that her face was level with his, allowing him to look into her deep, dark eyes, each a little bigger than Andrew, like foliage-covered tunnels, cutting deep into her mountainous visage. 

 

“I'm fine sweetheart, why do you ask?” Andrew replied.

 

“I just want you to be comfortable around my friends, because we’re going to share a room on grad trip,” Ella explained. She gently picked him and placed him on her collarbone. The collar of her t-shirt had been torn and the fabric hung asymmetrically, coming to her neck on the right side and hanging just off her acromion on the left. Andrew settled into the space against Ella’s warm skin, marvelling at the sight of Ella flicking her hair over left shoulder, closing her father in with a curtain of chestnuts brown hair. The fruity scent of her shampoo washed over Andrew and he felt strange, sitting in the semi-darkness beneath his daughter’s hair. Streaks of the morning light cut in between the strands and Andrew felt like he was in some mystical cave. He could hear her heartbeat, vibrating through her body as his perch rose and fell slightly to breaths.

 

Andrew couldn’t see very much of what Ella was doing but soon enough he could hear the sizzling and popping of batter hitting the pan, the sweetened scent of the pancakes traveling up to his nose. With marvellous efficiency Ella made a large stack of pancakes and turned to carry them to the table as Xia walked into the kitchen, changed into shorts and a loose, sleeveless top.

 

"Something smells delicious,” the asian girl remarked as she took a seat at the small dining table.

 

“Help your self,” Ella said kindly, presenting the plate of pancakes to her friend, along with a bottle of syrup and some butter, “I'll be right down after a shower.”

 

“Daddy, do you want me to run you a bath?” Ella asked as she started up the stairs.

 

She entered her room to see that Lucy was up, with a towel in her hands. Placing Andrew on her bedside table and picking up his soap container-bathtub, she showed the Irish-American girl down to the bathroom. Andrew only had time to pace around a little before his colossal daughter returned. Ella hopped onto her bed and began to rattle off details about what they would pack and what they would need for their trip, Andrew was lost in the details, all the while admiring the young girl’s womanly assets as she sank beneath the soapy waters in the soap tub, thankfully hiding his erection as he washed. 

 

***

 

Susanne rose groggily, the commotion around her finally piercing her slumber. She rubbed her hung over head, trying to get rid of the pounding headache but there was just too much clicking. It sounded like cutlery, but it was far away. When the woman’s eyes finally allowed her to open them, fighting the blinding, mid-morning light, she knew that something was very wrong. 

 

The reality of her situation dawned on her slowly, painfully, like in a nightmare. Her stomach wrenched and her throat became tight as a scream caught within it. Susanne was laying on the cold tiles of her kitchen floor, but each one was easily the size of a small farm. 

 

She panicked, jumping to her feet, cringing at the way her naked, sagging body shook and shivered, frantically looking around her. To her horror, she not only made out the towering building that was the dining table, but worse, a smooth, titanic pair of legs were visible at one of the chairs.

 

Susanne ran towards it, despite the incongruent skin tone, hoping that it was her daughter. No, the legs were too lean to be Beth’s, but maybe it was Ella. Her heart sank as she neared the monstrous feet and realised, gazing up the legs, that they did not belong to her adopted daughter either. Susanne vaguely recalled some girls coming to the house the night before, and she quickly matched the giantess before her to the Chinese-looking girl that had forced her way in. She seemed preoccupied with whatever she was eating, defeating Susanne’s efforts to wave her arms and yell for help. 

 

How had this happened? She had taken the pill, why hand’t it worked? Susanne’s mind was buzzing with such questions as she tried to deny the fact that she had shrunk. It was something she had been afraid of for so long, but the pill should have protected her! Either way, Susanne’s mind was suddenly flooded with terrifying images of her potential fate; her husband nearly being stepped on by Brian, insects that she herself had crushed in the past, and most vividly, the woman from the toilet at work. Susanne almost cried as she pictured herself perishing in such a horrifying and debased manner. She needed to get help. 

 

She looked at the oriental giantess’s feet, grappling with the idea of getting close to them to get her attention, but she saw the way that Xia’s toes curled and pressed against the floor and all she could see was her being smeared beneath them. Of course, Beth will help me, Susanne thought and she turned to make her way out of the kitchen, leaving the giantess to eat alone in silence. 

 

The run to the entrance, and eventually the living room beyond was much longer at her current size, than Susanne had imagined, and she found herself slowing down quickly, gasping for air. She needed to get in better shape. Still, the tiny woman managed to reach the entrance, where she had to stop to catch her breath. Suddenly, the ground trembled and Susanne looked up to see a grand sight. 

 

Beth wobbled into the entrance with a suitcase trailing beside her. The 21-year-old was dressed in a pale green crop-top and short-shorts. Susanne marvelled at her sheer size; her thighs giggling, pale and enormous, she belly bursting out from under the top, a little hairy as they neared her nether region, a gleam of sweat already lining it, and her breasts, barley contained in the skimpy top, sagging, threatening at any moment to spill out. Her blonde ringlets were sprawled on either side of her head in a mess. Susanne was delighted; maybe her daughter would see her now, but very soon, she registered the suitcase and saw what was happening.

 

Beth was going somewhere, and if she was ready then, then she was leaving soon. Susanne had very little time to be found, lest she lose her only chance at salvation. Susanne ran towards her daughters sock-covered feet, praying that she could get there in time and get help. 

 

Soon enough, Susanne reached her daughter’s feet, truly understanding how colossal the young woman was compared to her. Without thinking, Susan ran into Beth’s big toe, resting just taller than she was. The woman instantly sank into the thin sock, thick enough to press her face into at her size and she regretted it. The rank smell of old sweat clawed up her nostrils and she recoiled from the putrid fibres; Beth had no qualms about wearing socks for weeks on end. 

 

“Beth! Baby, mommy’s down here!” Susanne tried yelling, “Help me!”

 

Her shouts were in vain, Beth had no chance of hearing the minuscule voice from so far below her. Before Susanne could change her tactic, a car honked from outside and Beth prepare to leave. Her foot rose stunningly quickly and Susanne screamed in fear, the shadow of the colossal structure draping over her. The woman ran, without care as to where, just to get away, not knowing that she was merely running in the path of the swinging foot.

 

With a sickening crunch, Beth stepped on her mother, unaware of her actions as her bones shattered and splayed beneath her sweaty sock. Susanne couldn’t have fathomed the amount of pain she felt as her entire body was reduced to nothing. She felt her bones snap simultaneously and her muscles and flesh squish and burst out of her skin. She felt a burning as her lungs collapsed and her stomach was crushed, sweeping inconsequential amounts of acid into her body, adding to her suffering. Her vision went black and all there was, was pain. 

 

As Beth’s foot rose, Susanne felt a strange sensation mix in with the pain and her senses rushed back into her conscience as her head magically regrew from the bloody mess under Beth’s foot. Susanne couldn’t move, not only because of the horrific pain that continued to overwhelm her brain, but because, as she could see out of the corner of her eye, the rest of her body was still very much a gory stain on the filthy sock.

 

Susanne saw the foot stop rising and she screamed, or tried to as the floor rushed towards her again. Beth’s next step smeared Susanne into the entrance floor, once again forcing her to experience her head explode into a little red blob. The pressure squeezed sweat from the cloth and it mixed in with the gore that had been Susanne’s body, tainting it with dirt. The woman was in unimaginable pain, but she wasn’t dead. Susanne cursed the universe in her head. Why was she forced to suffer like this? What had she ever done? 

 

Beth’s tremendous weight firmly pressed her mother into the floor and fortunately, this time as her foot rose, her mother remained on the ground. Again, Susanne’s senses returned in time to hear Beth shut the front door; she was gone. 

 

***

 

“Shower's all your El,” Lucy said, climbing into the attic-room.

 

“Thanks, babe,” Ella replied, getting up from her bed and taking her towel, “Could you take my dad downstairs for breakfast when you go?”

 

“Don't worry daddy,” Ella added, glancing down at the tiny man, “She’ll take care of you.”

 

“Of course I will,” Lucy replied. Andrew turned and gasped silently; the teen was half naked. Lucy’s auburn hair was tied up in a bun behind her head and a towel was wrapped around her waist, but her chest was bare, and Andrew stared with wide eyes and gaping mouth at her truly enormous tits, round and firm with large nipples. As Ella walked past her, Lucy playfully slapped her on the ass, making Ella giggle as she bounced down the steps, her ass jiggling with each step. 

 

“I’ll be with you in a second Mr. Sanders,” Lucy said, walking over to the bed. Andrew sank deeper into his tub, hoping that this giantess didn’t catch his shame. Thankfully, Lucy seemed totally clueless that she was naked in front of a man and that she was turning him right the way on. With the same blissfully unaware confidence, the Irish girl ripped off the towel and tossed it onto Ella’s bed. 

 

Andrew’s eyes bulged, among other things as the teenage girl’s young, unspoilt pussy hung above him, protected by a thick bush of fiery red pubic hair. Standing over the bedside table, Andrew looked up at the underside of her breasts, even bigger than Ella’s and pale as a newborn. Despite being chubbier than his daughter, Andrew had to admit that Lucy was fit; only a slight convexity over her abdomen, making for a soft cushioning over the mostly flat layer. Her thighs were big, maybe from playing a sport that required a lot of lower body strength and her arms were athletically thick. 

 

The tiny man sank further under the water as Lucy turned and bent down to find her underwear in a backpack strewn on the floor. The full view of her wide ass threw an immense shadow over the bedside table. Straightening up again, she pulled on a pair of black, cotton panties and slipped quickly into a bra as Andrew squirmed below. Putting on a t-shirt bearing the emblem of some band, and feeding her legs through a pair of shorts, Lucy turned to pick up Andrew.

 

He shied away at first, praying that she wouldn’t notice his raging hard on, but without the gentle caring that Ella had shown, Lucy reached into the makeshift tub and unceremoniously grabbed the man up. Looking around for a moment for something to dry him with, she shrugged and tossed the man onto her towel. Despite the soft material, Andrew jolted as he was thrown like a toy, but managed to cushion his fall with a roll. Even though she had just showered, Andrew was struck with the enticing smell of Lucy’s pussy from where she had dried her private parts and he dried himself as quickly as possible.

 

Chapter 14 - Moving Out by Notkent

Agonisingly, Susanne began to understand how the pill actually worked, feeling her body churn and stretch as it grew back into its normal shape, albeit at a much smaller scale. Before she could will herself to stand, the ground began to shake again. She was able to turn her head, having formed before the rest of her body, towards the source of the growing vibrations. The colossal figures of her adopted daughter and her redheaded friend descended the stairs. 

 

The tiniest glimmer of hope grew in the tiny woman; Ella would help her, just like she did with Andrew. The girl wasn’t very useful, but she did have an uncanny way of finding the tiny man, so why not of spotting her? To Susanne’s despair, the giantesses seemed to absorbed in something else, something in Ella’s hand. Neither of them were looking at the ground beneath their feet. 

 

Susanne cried out for help, but even the sound of their footsteps drowned out her feeble voice. By the time she was finally able to roll onto her side, Susanne was alone in the entrance. She could hear them though, chatting away in the kitchen. She even heard them talking to her husband! Trust him to be the reason they didn’t find her; Susanne hated him. She started to walk towards the kitchen, but what then. Pushing down her uncertainty, the tiny, naked woman stumbled across the cold floor towards the giantesses. 

 

They sat around the dining table, eating pancakes on the surface, miles above Susanne. Susanne blindly ran towards them, her only thoughts were of getting to safety, while running towards the girls’ titanic feet. Covering the distance far more slowly than she had hoped, Susanne looked up at the underside of the old, wooden table and the three pairs of legs that surrounded her. Up above, the three girls burst into laughter, giggling about something; again they couldn’t hear Susanne’s yells for help.

 

The tiny woman decided to go for Ella’s feet, hoping that she could get her attention. She jogged towards er daughter’s milky white feet. Having just showered, an overwhelming smell of strawberry-scented lotion greeted the tiny woman’s nostrils, causing her to gag. It was alluring, but to a sickening degree. She stopped before her left foot, which sat flat on the floor, her toes taller than Susan’s whole body. 

 

The desperate woman began hammering on her daughter’s skin, pounding with all her might, and screaming for help. She had to help her, she was so caring and … No, she was stupid, but it was her duty to help her mother. Susanne tried to tell herself that the events of the night before were forgotten, she wanted to believe that Ella would help her because she had to but deep down, the older woman knew the truth. She had not been the best mother, but it wasn’t her fault. 

 

Beth is my real daughter. She deserved … deserves all of my love. But I gave her a home, food (okay, maybe she cooked), but I was still there, Susanne tried to convince herself as her arms grew tired of fighting for her daughter's attention.

 

Just as she was about to give up, Ella flicked her foot out a little, shifting it to get more comfortable, but the slight motion battered Susanne, tossing her to the ground in a painful heap. With several broken ribs, Susanne struggled to crawl away, the foot that had once been her symbol of salvation, became a nightmarish danger. The woman shied away, but Ella’s foot shot over her in an instant. As the teen giantess casually fiddled with her toes, she pulled her adoptive mother in. Susanne’s body disappeared under the sole, enveloping her in darkness. 

 

Susanne instinctively raised her arms as she fell onto her back, the wall of flesh pinning her to the kitchen floor. Having been crushed before, Susanne couldn’t help but notice the much softer caress of Ella’s foot, still impossibly heavy, but somehow gentle. Maybe she had been right. Maybe Ella would save her. Maybe she had felt Susanne beneath her. 

 

Her hopes were dashed as Ella carelessly applied a little pressure and Susanne’s left arm snapped at the wrist. Her scream was trapped as her other arm collapsed as well and she was enveloped in her soft flesh, drowning in the thin layer of foot lotion and sweat. The moisture flowed into Susanne’s open mouth as she was smothered under her foot. The woman struggled, trying to move the colossal appendage but to no avail. 

 

Unaware of her actions, Ella raised her heel, pressing down lightly on the ball of her foot. Pain shot through Susanne’s body as her body was compressed into a bloody paste up to her costochondral angle, her ribs barley escaping the fate. Her face went pale as blood gushed out of her, wetting her daughter’s foot. The giantess’s foot slowly began to turn, Ella figuring that she had found a bit of dirt to play with. Susanne continued her struggle to push the sole away from her face, trying to breathe despite the heavy scent of the foot lotion. She felt the weight increasing on her toros only increasing her struggle. The last thing Susanne remembered before feeling only pain was her shoulders popping out of their sockets. The woman was smeared across the floor under Ella’s foot.

 

***

 

“I can’t wait to get out into the sun,” Lucy said, leaning over her empty plate.

 

“Right? Lets get this packing stuff over with so we can get ready for Florida,” Xia added.

 

“Okay. I really appreciate you guys helping me by the way,” Ella said, getting to her feet and collecting the plates. Unknowingly she further crushed the flattened Susanne beneath her .The tiny body remained plastered to the kitchen floor as she took the dishes to the sink.

 

After returning the kitchen to a pristine state, the thunderous footsteps of the girls carried them out of the kitchen and upstairs. Sitting on Ella’s shoulder, Andrew held onto a lock of her hair as she climbed to her room. Popping open boxes, the three girls set about packing Ella’s things.

 

***

 

“And will that be all sir?” the cashier asked, tiredly resting her head on her hand.

 

“Um, yeah! And maybe serve us with less attitude!” Jeff spat, tossing his money on the counter and picking up the tray. Turning quickly, he headed back to their table. Looking down, he opened the buns on the tray and began picking out the pickles. He almost dropped the tray as a woman rushed into him.

 

“Watch where you’re going lady!” Jeff yelled as the emotional woman continued towards the toilets before crashing into yet another customer at the McDonalds, this time taking both of them to the ground. Jeff walked away as the woman frantically rummaged for something on the ground. 

 

“What took you so long?” Beth asked impatiently as Jeff set the tray down, “I'm starving!"

 

“Sorry babe, it was the damn service girl, and that crazy woman running into people,” Jeff muttered, sliding over his girlfriend’s meal, “I took the pickles out.”

 

“No, no, no! I didn’t drop them, I couldn’t have! You took them! Where are they?!” the woman behind Jeff was badgering the other man she had knocked down. Her hands were filthy from having rummaged through the spilled food. A pair of McDonalds employees were rushing towards her, anxious to get the manic woman out. 

 

Patrick barley had time to raise his head from the clutches of the sticky goo around him before the circular shadow fell over him. It didn’t matter, as he gasped for breath before being pushed down by the soft surface, he knew where he was. 

 

“Are you kidding me? She didn’t even put caps on the cups?” Beth demanded, raising her burger as she looked at her Coke disappointed. She took a large chomp out of her burger and chewed loudly. 

 

Paul was freaking out, struggling to hang onto the colossal column. He was struggling to process what he had seen. His stomach had ached in the car so they had stopped for him to use the bathroom. After that his life was a blur; suddenly finding himself shorter than his shoes, his mother picking him up in her enormous hands, the concerned look in her eyes and then being rushed into the restaurant. Now he found himself hanging onto a soggy McDonald’s french fry. Before the 15 year old could think about anything else, he felt himself rise. 

 

“Let's just get finish up so we can get back on the road,” Jeff said, raising a few fries to his mouth. 

 

Still hanging onto the fry, Paul was too shocked to speak. The mammoth fingers that held the fries were thicker than his mothers, and the face towards which he was flying was too large to fathom. The chubby face with a scruffy beard opened to reveal a cavernous mouth, complete with slobbering tongue. The foul smell of unbrushed teeth and old liquor filled Paul’s nostrils as he got closer to the void. 

 

The boy finally managed to shriek as he passed between the middle-aged man’s lips. The dark, sweaty cave began to close in around him. In his panic, Paul lost his grip and fell, sinking into the hot, slimy tongue below. The boy was instantly tossed over as the giant began to chew the fries. The sloshing sounds drowning out Paul’s screams, and drowning him in the saliva and mush. With a sickening gulp, Jeff swallowed the tiny boy, in and among the half-digested potato. 

 

"Why are you in such a hurry?!” Beth retorted, “Maybe I want to enjoy my meal.”

 

She took a long chug of her Coke, not seeing the tiny form of Paul’s sister desperately trying to stay afloat in the bubbling torrent. She barely saw what was happening before she too went down Beth’s throat, seconds before a rude burp erupted from her mouth, smelling of beef, cheese, coke and the faintest hint of human.

 

   “Excuse me, I need to see your tray!” the same frantic woman rushed to Beth and Jeff’s table and reached for their food. Beth retracted the burger and pushed the woman away with her other hand.

 

“Somebody better get this crazy bitch away from me!” Beth yelled, and two of the employees promptly grabbed the woman and pulled her away.

 

“Stop eating! My family could be in there!” she yelled, as the confused workers led her away. Staring her dead in the eyes, Beth brought her burger to her mouth, the tiniest movement between the bun and the meat escaped her. 

 

Patrick felt the entire area of the burger he was in disappear into Beth’s gob. The thick saliva flooded around him, pulling him in like a wave. The tiny man was swished in her unaware mouth, the destruction of food all around him, until he was finally tossed onto one of Beth’s teeth. The chomp came down like a hammer, crushing him between her teeth. As her jaw opened again, his bloody remains were mixed in and swallowed with the churned up Big Mac.  

 

***

 

Susanne painfully managed to peel herself off the ground. Staring blankly at her surroundings. She was still on the kitchen floor and completely alone. She heard the distant sounds of music coming from upstairs but otherwise, it was peaceful. Susanne wandered towards the kitchen entrance, absentmindedly making for the stairs, forgetting that each step was easily several times her height. 

 

As she reached the edge of the kitchen tiles, the woman became very aware that she was still completely naked. She covered her body with her arms as best as she could, but soon felt silly. She was a grown woman, and should carry herself in a dignified manner, but there was no one around. No one for miles in her perspective, so why should she care. 

 

Stumbling amid the carpeting in the entrance, Susanne reached the staircase. Each step was like an apartment block, insanely wide and too tall to reach onto. However, as the tiny woman felt the continuous carpeting, she wondered if she could climb it. 

 

***

 

“Truck's here,” Lucy announced, putting away her phone, “My dad sent one of his guys.”

 

“Awesome Lucy, thank you so much,” Ella said, “Lets get these boxes downstairs.”

 

“Daddy, I’m going to leave you in here while we move my things, okay?” Ella sang softly down to the man on her thigh, slowly rolling him onto her bed and standing up. As the girls picked up boxes of various sizes, and started to carry them the ladder from Ella’s room. 

 

Susanne was proud of herself, having made it up almost two steps, using the carpeting as a climbing wall and inching her way up along the fibres. She stuck close to the side wall and was taking a rest when the shaking started. The staircase shook chaotically as the colossal forms of three girls appeared at the top of the steps. Carrying large boxes in their arms, the girls thundered towards her. 

 

Forcing down the panic, Susanne crawled to the corner between the base of a step and the wall, curling up into a ball as the titanic feet pounded the carpet beside her. The tiny woman didn’t dare try to get their attention, to some extent understanding and not wanting to risk the consequences of them not noticing her quickly. 

 

She had a plan. She would get upstairs, and … and … and get Ella’s attention, somehow. She wasn’t going to compromise it by getting hurt now. So she waited; waited while Ella and her friends ferried boxes down from her room, waited while the day rushed by and even waited as Ella bid farewell to her friends. Only once Ella was upstairs, did Susanne resume her climb. Tugging on the carpet fibres as she hauled herself up the dirty steps. Fighting to ignore the burning of the fibres against her bare skin. She would wait until morning if she had to, but she was going to be found. 

 

***

 

Andrew reclined on the pillow as he waited for Ella to return. It was bizarre to run his eyes over the now near empty room, bare besides the large furniture; a desk, her bed, with a single pillow and mattress and a packed duffle bag. The space seemed even more massive now, in the eve of their departure. It occurred to Andrew that he hadn’t really though through the future. He was too busy being thankful for each day being alive, that he had just done everything with Ella. Now he had committed to going along on this trip with her, but what after? Where would he go? Could he live with his wife? 

 

His thoughts were interrupted as his daughter returned, gracefully floating up into the space and casting a long shadow over him. Dressed in an extremely thin nightdress, Andrew could clearly see the dark panties below the high cut skirt, swaying with her hips in a hypnotic motion. The near transpiration fabric clung to her youthful, colossal breasts like a second skin. Tiny wobbles were evident to Andrew as the smiling giantess reached the bed and carefully sat down. Her gorgeous, dark hair falling loose on her shoulders. 

 

“I’m all done daddy,”  she cooed, lying down carefully so as not to toss Andrew around in her wake, “We should get to sleep; we have an early morning tomorrow if we want to make the bus to Miami.” She reached up to switch off the attic light.

 

“Ella,” Andrew interrupted, “We need to talk about … the future.” 

 

She stopped, sitting up right and smiling down at her father, a look of confusion on her face, “Sure daddy, what do you mean?” 

 

“I mean, what happens next?”  Andrew started, “What happens after the summer? After your trip? What happens to me when you go off to college?” 

 

“Well, you come with me silly,”  Ella giggled, resting her hand beside Andrew, and gently touching him with her finger, “So I can keep you safe.” 

 

“What kind of plan is that?”  Andrew asked frustrated, “I’m a grown man, I can’t just be on shoulder everyday. What kind of life is that?” 

 

What was he doing? Andrew liked up from his rant to see Ella’s eyes watering. 

 

“I’m sorry daddy,”  she whispered, gently stroking him with her finger as she tried to process what had just been said. She knew what she should ask, she knew that she should ask Andrew what his ideas were. But she couldn’t. What if he said what she dreaded he would say? 

 

“No, I’m sorry sweetheart,”  Andrew tried, touching her finger with his hands, “I know none of this is your fault. I just … Its frustrating you know? To be so, powerless.”

 

“I understand daddy; its okay,”  Ella replied, getting herself together, “I was wrong to assume you’d just stay with me. But we can figure everything out when the time comes.” 

 

Gently pick him up, she raised the man to her face, bathing him in her minty breath.

 

“Alright,”  Andrew agreed, half heartedly. Pressing him against her lips, Ella kissed him goodnight, and switched off the light. She carefully lay Andrew on her pillow, before herself resting her head, finding sleep a lot more easily than her father.

 

Andrew tried to find a comfortable position on the pillow, but he couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned, coming to gaze at Ella; her peaceful face still in deep sleep, her fresh breath washing over him. He sat up, sinking a little into the soft structure as he continued to look upon his adoptive daughter. 

 

He felt himself getting hard, but in the darkness, he wasn’t ashamed, he was overcome by it. Slowly getting to his feet, he stumbled towards her, towards the lips that had touched him so warmly. He knew that she would’t feel his movements, he was too small to disturb her. Andrew was fixed on her lips, the idea of maybe feeling her saliva against him was too much. He quickened his pace, but he slipped, losing his footing. 

 

Forcing himself not to yell, he tumbled off the pillow, landing on the soft bedding in a heap. He raised his head, finding himself level with Ella’s breasts. The colossal, soft mounds rested one atop the other, towering over him like a sensual death trap. Andrew stood up, ogling his daughter’s thinly covered bosom, feeding his already raging erection. But it wasn’t enough. Having sat just above them so often, Andrew wanted more. He wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he found himself stumbling, half-blind, down the bed. 

 

Even with his mind telling him not to, every fibre in his body propelled him further. He reached Ella’s legs, sprawled across the bed. The tilt of her body allowed her night dress to fall to the bed like a tarp, thrown over her oblique hips. Andrew stopped after having descended tot he level of her thighs and look back into the cave formed by this draping fabric. Forming one side were his daughter’s dark coloured panties, the only things separating him from her womanhood. 

 

The intoxicating scent of Ella’s unspoilt, young pussy overwhelmed the tiny man, pulling him towards her like invisible chains, shattering his resolve and aversion to what he was about to do. He fought himself, trying desperately not to touch, to kiss, to feel the thing that he so desperately wanted. He stood, as if frozen, before her panties, his mind a battlefield of urges and morals, desire and disgust. How could he decide what to do?

 

Chapter 15 - Climax by Notkent

He didn’t have a chance. 

 

As Andrew was lost in contemplation, the colossal hips of his daughter shifted, as she rolled onto her stomach. Andrew barley had time to register what was happening before he found himself tossed onto his back and pressed into the soft bedding beneath her. Ella, thinking that her father was safely on her pillow, kept her head nearly still, but in her slumber allowed the rest of her body to shift comfortably, and now, trapped Andrew under her panties. 

 

Andrew was in paradise; the scent of her daughter was all around him and as he gasped for air beneath her, it filled his lungs. His arms were pinned down by her weight, on the soft mattress, they sank, but were not crushed. With one upturned hand, he grabbed the soft fabric of her panties and squeezed it, trying to make her aware of his presence, despite his immobility. 

 

Unfortunately, his actions, though barley registered by his giantess daughter, did serve to elicit a deep, rumbling that shot through her body and shook Andrew. Ella’s moan aroused him beyond anything he had felt before, fully awakening his deep rooted attract to the girl as her dreams surely swayed toward hotter, naughtier feelings; he had inadvertently cued the sleeping Ella to excitement. Andrew’s suspicions were confirmed when a smooth, colossal hand squeezed beneath the titanic body towards him. Andrew could barley turn his head but saw two enormous fingers slide beside him, her ring and index. A third digit pushed under his back and as his daughter continued to move in her sleep, the tiny man felt himself being pushed upwards. 

 

Unable (or unwilling) to scream, Andrew struggled in vain against Ella’s finger as it pushed him up into her panties and began to increase the pressure. The Marine felt himself press into the soft fabric until he was forced against a slightly moist surface. He was struggling to breathe as the mixed surfaces engulfed him but was given some respite as the finger began to turn. Still pressing him down, Ella’s finger made small circles, rubbing her sensual area through her panties, unaware of what she was doing, or who she was doing it to. Andrew’s senses were now flooded with her presence; the moisture and heat of her nether region, the striking scent of her sex and the powerful quakes of her spasming body. 

 

As Andrew managed to breath during the circular movements, he began to relax. As much as he had been conflicted about touching his daughter, some part of him had wanted this, and that part of him would be rewarded further. 

 

With a brisk motion, Andrew was swept up and away from the panties, Ella’s hand rising up her toned abdomen as she gasped and shuddered. Andrew remained lightly adhered to her middle finger and was pressed with it along her abdomen as she turned over onto her back. Andrew felt the power of the two forces he was pressed between and suddenly shook with fright; he wouldn’t die between them, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be hurt.

 

His fear ignited, Andrew tensed any muscle he could to try to break away, but it was no use, he was firmly held by his daughter’s finger and was gently being pushed down her body. He finally screamed into Ella’s waist was he felt himself slip under the waistband of her panties and along the smooth, shaven skin over her pubis. The heat was intensifying now and Andrew began to sweat as Ella’s slowly, sensually reached for her clitoris. The mound was about as large as Andrew but much tougher, as the man would realise when he was rubbed against it, truly putting into perspective how much bigger Ella was than he. She knocked him repeatedly against this convexity, bruising his face and body, all the while raising her own arousal. 

 

“Daddy …” she moaned in her sleep, her eyes lightly shut and her mouth open, breathing hard. Andrew could feel her hips quiver as she suddenly shot her hand down a little further and Andrew was pushed across her vagina, now soaking in pre-cum. His body flowed over the tightly sealed crevice that was her womanhood, floating there for an instant before being violently forced between her lips. 

 

While her juices tried to lubricate his passage, they did little to ease the pressure exerted by the fresh, young walls of flesh. Andrew had never felt such a hot, crushing force before, sadistically juxtaposed against the rich, sweet juices of his daughter’s pussy. As Ella’s finger pushed him deeper inside of her, Andrew realised that he couldn’t breathe. His lungs burned as in his gasps he inhaled her cum, but he had other worries. As Ella’s arousal grew, her vaginal muscles contracted and the tiny ma within her was at the mercy of the spasming, slippery walls. Andrew felt his right arm be ripped from his shoulder as it was caught in a crease in her vagina, his body being jerked away with such force as to tear the flesh. His other limbs followed suite as he was thrust within her body.

 

Through some twisted fate, Andrew’s body and head remained whole as he watched the bloodied remains of his limbs dissolve into Ella’s cum, glimpsing the spots of red as he was thrust ever faster back and forth within her pussy. His eyes stung as he struggled to keep them open despite the thick juice covering him, but he definitely noticed the levels of the liquid rising. He closed his eyes and embraced the sheer pleasure and felt himself cum, his semen lost in the torrents of his daughter’s fluids. 

 

With a high-pitched, breathless squeal, the giantess’s finger pushed deep into her and Andrew bubbled a yell into her cum as her vaginal muscles contracted violently. Cum was forced into the tiny man as he felt his ribs crack under the immense pressure and hellish heat. To his utter horror, Andrew felt himself slip off Ella’s fingertip as the colossal column withdrew from her cavernous chasm. Fortunately, the contractions of her pussy began to push the cum outwards, and the crippled, soaked man along with it. In a sudden gush, Andrew emerged from he dark, flooded cave of his daughter’s pussy, the stumps of his limbs searing in pain and his body and soul exhausted. 

 

Far above him, he heard Ella moan softly in ecstasy, her body shuddering as her hand retreated from her panties. Still floating in her cum, with no way to move, Andrew was thankful for still being able to breathe, after coughing up some of the sweet juices he had been forced to swallow. As he craned his neck in every direction, he could only make out that he was lying in a pool of wetness on the lip of her vagina. The pale cover of her panties lay lightly over him, soaking up some of the fluid and helping to dry him. Despite the pain, Andrew was somehow content; he knew he would recover physically, but what he had just experienced, was more than he had ever dreamed possible. Since first laying eyes on Ella, he had been attracted to her, his breath of her scent had made him want her more than any woman he could remember, maybe even more than his wife. 

 

But what had he done? Had he really slept with his own daughter? Was that even possible at his size? Sure, he had ejaculated inside her, but being as small as he was, she probably hadn’t felt his minuscule cock, let alone his release. He had to face the truth; his daughter had fingered herself in her sleep, and he had merely been lucky enough to be in the right place to be used for her pleasure. He had accomplish nothing other than shatter his own sense of morality; he was at fault, having consciously done nothing to stop himself entering his daughter. He had actively sought to touch her, where no father ever should, and Ella’ being asleep, had been completely at his mercy. The thought rattled him with a mix of guilt; how ironic, that he had had power over the titanic teenager. 

 

As his excitement and arousal began to settle, the guilt swept over him. How could he face Ella’s adoring smile and loving eyes when he had done something so dirty to her, when he had spoiled her innocence. He choked up, somewhat due to the pain of his stumps, but more as he realised what he had done, the line he had crossed. He had to get away from this … this magnet of sin, her her sake. He felt hot tear well up in his eyes as he thought more into what he had done. He felt terrible, but he would figure something out. As soon as he was able to move, he would manage to get out of his daughter’s panties and back to her pillow.

 

Ella grinned in the darkness. Keeping her eyes closed and breathing steady, she prayed her father thought she was asleep. She hoped she hadn’t hurt him, but she knew that both of them had wanted the same thing. She only hoped that her daddy would see that he belonged with her.

 

End Notes:

My apologies for the quick close but I am thinking about writing a sequel. I'll keep writing as time permits but definitley hope you enjoyed the story. Thank you all for reading and all the lovely reviews. I have published before under the name Notken, but I had to close the account so this was my first story with this one (and hopefully not my last).

 

Cheers, (not)Kent

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