Amanda sat at the table for two, a trendy mix of metal and fake stone that adorned every area of this café. She had found an outside seat, not wanting to waste today’s unusually good weather, but she had also accidentally robbed herself of the ability to see the front door. Not that she felt she may need to run away, though she had nervously considered it.

No, she just wanted to get an early look at her Tiny Tinder date. The black-haired woman had nervously arrived fifteen minutes early with the hopes of steadying her nerves and getting some kind of leg up on him. She’d only seen his profile pictures and hoped to at least see him for long enough to order his coffee before she actually spoke to him. Though she had to admit to herself it wouldn’t have helped her anxiety.

She’d spent the morning arguing with her hair, which she’d finally just let fall down to her shoulders. Her favorite dark blue and polka-dot dress hung from her shoulders and she’d been careful to only wear one ring. If he convinced her to shrink, which she nervously knew was unlikely, she wanted as few things to collect afterward as possible. She kept herself from fidgeting and tried to ignore the couple of extra pounds she’d carried her entire life. Amanda knew she was pretty yet couldn’t help comparing herself to the models who weighed only as much as her left leg.

At least he picked a great coffee shop, she thought as she steadied her shaking hand to take a sip. Amanda was more nervous that she had been in a long time. She hadn’t gone on a date in a year, had a hard time making eye contact with most people, and she’d thrown herself out of her comfort zone by coming here. It didn’t help that last week she’d ran out of her anti-anxiety medications.

“Amanda?” she heard a smooth voice say behind her.

Amanda spit out her mouthful of coffee by surprise; she thought she’d at least been looking at the only door to the patio!

“Oh shit!” she mumbled to herself, grabbing a napkin and desperately moping up coffee everywhere it had landed. Her cheeks turned bright red as she realized she’d blown this date before even saying hello.

“Oh geez!” she heard him say, and he came into view as he quickly sat down his own coffee and started grabbing more napkins. “Are you okay?” he asked with a tinge of humor in his voice as he helped her clean up.

“I’m so sorry!” she gushed, embarrassed at herself. “I’ll just-“ she started to scoot her chair back to leave, suddenly sure she couldn’t go through with this and that her social outreach had been a mistake.

“Hey hey hey!” he said, putting a hand on her shoulder. She expected herself to jerk away from the contact but his hand was warm and soft, his voice comforting and kind. “It’s alright, do you want me to get you another?”

Amanda stopped trying to leave, steeling herself. Yes, this was embarrassing, but he clearly didn’t mind and she didn’t know when she might next be able to convince herself to try and meet someone. She sat back down and Devan joined her in his own chair once he’d thrown away the wet napkins.

He looked just like he had in his profile picture; the one that wasn’t a towering dick-pick from below that is. Devan was taller than she was with close-cropped brown hair and brown eyes, and just the perfect amount of five-o-clock shadow on his strong chin. Amanda resisted sighing as he pulled his chair up to the table. It was like meeting a model in a perfect fitting dark blue shirt and --

“—day?”

Amanda shook herself free from staring.

“Sorry?” she asked him again, taking a sip to hopefully distract from how she’d zoned out.

“I said,” with a smile, “How are you doing today?”

***

Twenty minutes later Amanda had refilled her coffee and brought back a pastry for each of them. Devan had been surprisingly nice. His voice was always calm and reassuring, and unlike most people she avoided meeting he could hold a good conversation. Her emotions were slightly in turmoil; had this been a regular date she’d consider it a roaring success. But it wasn’t, and once she sat back down and handed him his bear claw the subject changed from recent movies.

“So,” he said as he accepted the snack, “Are you convinced I’m not a weirdo?”

There was laughter his in voice and his smile shone through his eyes. For a moment Amanda felt bad that she’d been worried earlier, but he’d clearly encountered it before. Her face turned red again when she realized what that meant, and she nodded before taking a small bite of her own croissant.

“This has been great and all,” he indicated the coffee and took a little bite of his bear claw, “But we’ve kinda been beating around the bush.”

“Oh, right,” said Amanda, her nerves suddenly rushing back. “Well, I don’t really know how this works and all,” she continued without meeting his eyes, “But you seem like a nice guy and I don’t think I’ll work up the courage to try it with anyone else, so I’m okay with it.”

Amanda raised her head and looked Devan in the eyes. He was smiling at her understandingly as he took another drink.

“I mean,” she stammered quickly, “If you still are.”

He smiled, showing her his wonderful teeth.

“Of course I am!” he said, leaning forward and meeting her eyes. For a moment she was surprised by the fire she saw behind his brown eyes. “But this is the part where we talk a bit about what we want to happen. It’s your first time, so how about you tell me a little and we can make this one all about you?”

“Okay, um,” she started to say, “I really just want to—” her face turned red and she couldn’t bring herself to say what she was really thinking.

“Ride a dick that’s bigger than you are?” Devan asked her when she paused. “Masturbate on a giant’s balls while he strokes himself at the same time?”

He hadn’t thought it was possible as Amanda turned even more red. But she nodded slowly in agreement and opened her mouth to ask him the obvious question.

“I read your list,” he said with a chuckle, leaning back. He knew she wasn’t going to nervously back out now. Not that many women did, but she was by far the most skittish he’d met on the app. “And we can start there if you want. And if you like it we can do more next time.”

“I mean, if you want to,” he added with a smile for good measure.

***

Ten minutes later Amanda had parked her car in front of his house, one of many cookie-cutter homes in this slice of suburbia. Devan had seemed nice and authentic enough that she had considered just riding in his car, but she wanted the option to get out of there faster when things were all said and done. He met her at the door, having parked his own car in the garage, and the two went inside.

The house was alive with pictures of family, a surprising number of plants, and natural sunlight. It only set Amanda more at ease; people who took this good care of their homes weren’t going to be the weirdos she’d heard about that prowled Tiny Tinder looking for easy marks.

“Ready?” he asked her when the entered the kitchen. He had his phone out and Amanda could see the shrink request that they’d set up together flashing on his phone. Nervously she nodded.

I can’t believe I’m doing this! she thought. That morning she’d had to force herself to talk to Devan through the app at all, and she hadn’t even bothered telling her one friend about her plan. She would have just been laughed at. This was so far out of Amanda’s normal behavior her friend would have thought she had a concussion.

Her own phone buzzed, showing her the shaking red words that she’d nervously thought about while she masturbated the night before. Before she could talk herself out of it she sat down on one of his chairs, not wanting to fall all the way to the ground when she shrank, and tapped the ‘confirm’ button. There was a sudden tingling sensation and she let out a surprised shout.

As soon as Amanda vanished Devan let his grin fall from his face and rolling his eyes.

“Finally,” he muttered to himself, exhausted from holding his façade for so long. The pile of clothing shifted as the two-inch-tall woman tried to find her way to the neck of her dress, which he ignored. The chair was concave like a large bowl and he wasn’t worried about her falling off and somehow hurting herself. Hurting his merchandise.

As he had eighteen times before, he grabbed her phone and sat it down next to his before connecting the two of them with what could be confused for a charging cord. This particular cord had a plastic box in the middle the size of a deck of cards with three switches on it. Devan flipped the L->R button, opened his self-made and highly illegal TinderBox app on his phone, and let the program do its work.

By the time he had started another pot of coffee brewing he heard the happy ‘ding!’ that indicated his phone was done with its work. A quick check on her phone confirmed that it had worked properly; as far as Tiny Tinder was concerned she’d agreed to the blanket default agreement and not the very specific and boring things that Amanda had actually clicked not that long ago.

“Easy money,” he said to himself as he disconnected the phones. His went into his pocket after he checked his messages, hers went into a bowl of water that he started boiling on the stove.

While he was working Amanda had floundered her way through the sea of soft blue fabric and was looking up at him with confusion on her face. Of course, he couldn’t tell at her size. At two inches tall expressions are hard to pick out on tiny people. Body language tended to be more useful.

She has no idea, he thought as she waved up at him. Her tiny breasts bounced nicely, just like he’d thought they would when he’d seen her profile picture. She was the perfect build for a little backdoor toy; skinner tinies were great for other things but tended to underwhelm in the colon.

The little woman must have still thought they were playing their game as she continued to jump up and down. Most of them didn’t realize the rules had changed right away, which was convenient for Devan. Two-inch tall people could be very adept at hiding.

“Hey!” she yelled up at him, hoping his change in demeanor was all part of their play-act. She’d spent some time spinning in circles and staring at the giant world before remembering to look for Devan. The wooden table towered miles over her and she could see his giant form in the distance, both far and detailed to her eyes. Instead of finding him undressing or helping her free herself from the endless waves of cotton, she’d seen him looking down on her like she looked at a margarita.

“Is this part of the game?” she yelled up at him, not yet realizing her mistake. She felt as though she were yelling into a massive cave; she kept expecting an echo but none came.

Whistling to himself Devan grabbed an old film canister, leftover from his photography hobby before everything went digital, and popped the top off. Uncaring if he hurt or scared her, he grabbed the tiny off the chair and dropped her into the plastic cylinder. There was a faint scream from inside as he clicked the lid back on it.

“Easy money,” he said again as he sat down the plastic cylinder next to his coffee cup. His work done, temporarily, he poured himself a cup of fresh coffee. Devan accidentally knocked over the cylinder as he picked up the mug, and he righted it with a small laugh. “Oops!” he said aloud to himself before taking a sip of the steaming liquid.

His phone buzzed again, and Devan was quick to answer.

“Come on, can’t I even have a decent cup of coffee?” he complained as he sat down his cup and located his car keys.

I can microwave it later, he told himself as he slipped the black canister into his pocket and headed toward the door.

***

“This really is great, thank you so much!” said Devan’s customer, a skinny teenager with pimples, blonde hair, and a trendy haircut that probably took far too long to manage. Devan had carefully selected the teen; people his age often made impulsive decisions and were tight-lipped about them out of embarrassment.

Dennis had trouble keeping himself from popping the top of his new toy right then and there. It was hard to tell if someone would be okay with what they were doing, and Devan had cautioned him to not overreact. The legality of what they were doing was questionable at best, and in the busy park there were a lot of wandering eyes.

As for himself, Devan tried to be as noncommittal as he could. In ten minutes his phone would be wiped and he wouldn’t even remember Dennis’s name. This was one of those rare situations where his terrible memory for names and faces worked to his advantage: he genuinely would forget what his customer and merchandise had looked like, and by tomorrow this transaction would just be a series of numbers in his head.

Already he was counting the cash Dennis had handed him for the second time. Crisp new twenty-dollar bills, fresh from the bank.

“Don’t mention it,” he said, sparing Dennis a quick look. “You know how to reach me.”

Dennis was as enthusiastic and obtuse as any teenage boy could be, but he got the hint.

“It took a whole summer to save that up,” he said, flashing his eyes to the bills in Devan’s hand. “So maybe next year?”

“Maybe,” said Devan as he stood and pushed the wad of bills into his pocket. He made a point to shake Dennis’s hand. “Good doing business with you.”

“You too!” said Dennis, also rising as he slipped the container into his pocket and discreetly adjusted himself. At sixteen he spent half his life erect and today was no different.

As Devan walked through the park, past the slides and merry-go-round that was currently occupied by twenty screaming kids, he couldn’t help but notice Dennis was walking toward the public restroom. He had a running bet with his coworker about which clients would be able to resist using their latest toys for more than five minutes. In his mind he tallied up another win for himself as he smiled his first genuine smile of the day.

He opened the door to his car and sat down, pulling out his phone and sending out a quick message. Devan smiled as he opened his Tiny Tinder app and thumbed through his matches.

“I’ve got time,” he said to himself as he started replying to several of them. When you looked like Devan everyone wanted to climb on.

***

Time had no meaning for Amanda. She curled into a ball and cried as her dark prison shook rhythmically. Through the thin plastic walls she could hear faint sounds that she recognized. A car door shutting. A distant engine, a brief car horn.

Her mind was too panicked to help piece these pieces into a narrative. All she knew was that this was not what she had agreed to, and that it was surely far past the twenty minutes limit she had set with Devan before she shrank. Something had gone wrong. And she realized that the Tiny Tinder app had all five-start reviews for only one reason: those who didn’t love it disappeared.

“Can’t review an app if you’re an inch tall,” she said to herself in between sobs. Then the world shook again before she felt a jarring impact that rocked her against one of the sides.

Distantly she heard voices, one that was clearly Devan’s and another she didn’t recognize. The voices were too indistinct to make out any words, but she could hear a cheerful tone from the new voice.

Then her prison was yanked violently sideways and shook violently for a moment before being sat back down. Amanda screamed at the sudden movement, then was flung side to side as whoever was holding her skipped happily. Her stomach heaved as she was bounced around, and she felt her stomach preparing to release its contents violently.

The shaking stopped abruptly and the container was flooded by light as the lid was popped off. Amanda fell with a scream as the cylinder was upended and landed in a massive sweaty palm. Her eyes adjusted slowly to the light, but her stomach told her she was still moving. All around her she could see solid gray walls, and through the giant fingers that held her she saw a…

“Toilet?” she asked aloud as her eyes finished adjusting.  “What-?”

Massive fingers shifted her around, clenching tight around her midsection and turning her around. She screamed as she looked upward, seeing only a massive pair of cheeks. Her legs and arms kicked futilely against the remorseless fingers while a massive hand spread the massive globes apart far above her and her new owner put one foot up on the toilet bowl seat.

“Oh God no!” she screamed as she saw a pair of shaved testicles fall between the skinny legs. Amanda’s mind could barely comprehend what was happening, but she knew what was going to happen next courtesy of the internet. She screamed and put her hands up as she rocketed upward toward the massive brown hole.

Dennis restrained himself from groaning; he knew he was alone in the park bathroom but that could change fast enough to make this embarrassing. Instead he brought the tiny closer to his backdoor and leaned forward. He’d never done this before, but his raging erection told him that it was absolutely the right thing to do.

The tiny wriggling form tickled his anus and Dennis breathed out, relaxing as he had every time he’d explored himself with a finger. His wrist flexed and the tiny was pushed into him, head and shoulders first, cutting off the distant screaming. Dennis couldn’t help but hiss in pleasure as he felt his hole accept its gift, its new permanent tenant. Once the shoulders were through his near-virgin hole he let go of the fighting tiny’s waist.

Before it could accidentally fall free, Dennis moved his finger underneath his new toy and pushed it the rest of the way into him. It ‘popped’ inward satisfyingly, and instantly Dennis was treated to the greatest vibrating sensation he could have imagined. The feeling of something moving inside of him far exceeded his expectations.

“Holy shit,” he said quietly to himself as he brought his foot back down to the floor. The wriggling only intensified; his toy must have oriented itself to up and down as it began striking against his prostate. It was a struggle not to moan from the pleasure.

“Best money I ever spent!”

His hand drifted to his cock, but he forced himself to have restraint. At sixteen he could masturbate a dozen times a day, but he knew he wanted his first time with this toy to be in the comfort of his own bed. With a smile he pulled his jeans back upward and wiggled his hips side to side. The feeling of his toy bouncing about almost made him shoot into his pants.

Every step he took was delicious agony and he found himself walking with extra sway in his step. Each movement caused his toy to move in his colon in addition to its own struggling and Dennis knew that he’d never be able to go more than a few minutes without the sensation again.

Amanda screamed as her senses were overwhelmed. Heat. Moisture. Darkness. A terrible smell that shut her nose off immediately. She couldn’t help but struggle to her feet and bang against the soft walls around her, occasionally hitting something stiffer than the rest of her captor’s insides. Blindly she sought out any possible route of escape, but each time she started to orient herself the world shifted and tossed her off her feet.

“Let me go!” she screamed in vain.

Dennis smiled as he adjusted his erection again and zipped up his pants. He restrained himself from running to his car and drawing attention to himself, though several parents noticed his smile and thought it was very pleasant to see a teenager that was obviously happy instead of sulking as so many seemed to do.

Of course, they’d all have been smiling too if they had a former college student massaging their insides.

***

Devan looked up several minutes later and finally started his car. He made himself toss his phone in the backseat; otherwise he’d be too distracted by the Tiny Tinder app and the possibility of all the money he could make. None of that would do him any good if he were in a car accident and unable to spend it.

He checked his mirrors, buckled up, and his eyes caught motion coming out of the park bathroom.

Dennis walked out of the brick building with a huge smile on his face and shook his hips. Devan rolled his eyes and carefully pulled into traffic.

His phone buzzed a new notification as he headed to his next meeting.

“Business is good,” Devan said aloud as he felt another empty (for now) film canister in his pocket.

Sophia checked herself out in the mirror again, impatiently awaiting her to-visitor’s arrival. Her long blonde hair hung past her shoulders, and her second favorite Adam Gaurleuax dress hung off her shoulders. She liked the way the bright floral colors made her light blue eyes stand out, how it hugged her body. The blonde wasn’t nearly as curvaceous as her sister was, but she knew how to use what she had. It also helped the dress was an easy way to flaunt how much money she had.

Once she was done double checking her outfit, she stepped out of the bathroom while carefully not touching anything inside. The hotels she preferred rented rooms out for the price of this hotel’s entire floor, but she’d found that those hotels made her toys nervous on arrival. Somehow anonymous hookups were more at ease in fleabag hotels.

Knowing they weren’t going to stay, Sophia rented the rooms, touched as little as possible, and sanitized her hands on the way out. More than once she’d been tempted to buy the place later simply to have it demolished.

Her phone buzzed, and she checked it on her smart watch. Sophia spoke into the expensive piece of hardware, then made sure she was waiting by the door. Less than a minute later came a soft triplet of knocks, and Sophia opened it.

The door swung open on squeaky hinges to reveal her to-date’s arrival. Sophia let out a small sigh of relief; even though she’d seen pictures of Helena and they had spoken briefly she was still relieved to know she hadn’t been catfished. It had happened once before and that man had met an even more undignified end than his lowly station, and most of her other hookups, deserved.

No one tricks Sophia LeGrand. He’d been good barbecued.

Tonight’s toy, Helena was several inches shorter than Sophia which only solidified the rich girl’s opinion of the brown-haired girl. Sophia had been born into a life of luxury, and her parents had never done anything to disabuse her of the notion that she was better than others simply by being born with more money than most people ever earned. When Tiny Tinder had been invented, the six-foot tall heiress had been thrilled.

Here was yet another way to let people know how much better than them she was! And now they even came directly to her, as unknowing volunteers. It was far more satisfying than abusing the house staff.

The brown-haired new arrival stammered out a greeting nervously, and Sophia put on her best fake smile and ushered the girl in. It was hard to tell how old Helena was, but Sophia knew she was older than this obviously naïve girl. Who else would meet someone at this type of hotel?

Helena was certainly a good match for Sophia; neither women had large breasts, though Helena had a thinner midsection that made hers seem more prominent. Somehow Helena was both mildly pretty and surprisingly non-descript. The kind of face that faded into the background quickly, which only suited Sophia’s purposes.

“So, um,” Helena said as she sat her purse on the bed and looked around somewhat nervously, “You know that thing I—”

“Shhh,” Sophia said, letting the door close and pushing the smaller girl against the faded wallpaper next to the bed. Helena couldn’t help but giggle nervously. “I’ll give you what you want,” she continued, knowing what she was doing. Her toys all responded well to her show of authority.

She’d give Helena what she wanted, of course. It was simply another form of domination for Sophia; after manipulating Helena’s body in ways that the other woman would barely believe, Helena would then shrink for Sophia. Who would extract her own pleasure from the shrunken woman, far beyond anything they’d already agreed upon.

Simple tough insertion? Please.

It was a formula that Sophia had perfected. At first it irked her to think of giving someone of such lowly birth pleasure. Then she realized it was just another way to own them. To give them pleasure moments before destroying their lives as they knew it. All for something they’d agreed to.

If Helena was lucky, she’d be able to stumble away from this encounter with a newfound paranoia of anyone who was taller than her and a fear of meeting strangers on the internet. If she wasn’t lucky, which Sophia much preferred, she’d be fighting the walls of Sophia’s colon until she suffocated and was passed out tomorrow morning with today’s dinner.

Sophia was largely unaware of any escapees; not only did she rarely let her shrunken ‘dates’ be toughened, they usually escaped by crawling out of her sphincter after she was done with a marathon masturbation session and already asleep. Luckily for them, on those days she’d chosen their homes to sleep over in, otherwise they’d have spent their days wandering her massive home at two inches tall. Until a housekeeper took them home as a tip.

“Okay,” Helena breathed out, a little overwhelmed by the taller woman’s presence but eager to begin. She knew what Sophia wanted to do, and while it wasn’t what she usually enjoyed she was more than willing to try it.

Some other time, Helena told herself as the taller blonde stepped back from her. Even if Helena didn’t mind mixing business with pleasure she wasn’t sure that Sophia was her type. The blonde had a powerful presence, but under that amazing dress she could tell Sophia wasn’t very curvaceous and she was a little too pale for her. As she thought she redoubled her effort to maintain her nervous smile.

Sophia, knowing she was getting what she wanted, took a step back and pulled out her phone. They’d already agreed on their first shrinking act, so she simply clicked the bright red ‘Shrink!’ button. Before she forgot she tossed her phone on the bed.

“Get naked,” she told Helena, who nodded and reached for the bottom of her shirt.

Then the familiar sensation of shrinking overtook Sophia’s body and she closed her eyes. It was too disorienting to watch the world grow around her, though she’d tried several times. Even though she technically owned a theme park she’d never been able to tolerate roller coasters either. Moments later she felt her dress around her like a tent, and at her size it was easy to push her way through one of the arm holes.

Sophia had spent her whole life manipulating people; it was her one true skill. Even when tiny she knew how to do it best, which was why she only ever agreed to be shrunken down to one foot tall. For those she matched with on the app it was an odd novelty that they wanted to try out. For Sophia it was a way to shrink and still maintain some power.

No one ever anticipated how many tender spots could be expertly massaged by a willing and knowledgeable foot-tall shrunken girl. It was tiring but surprisingly fun to push her entire arm into someone’s steaming hot snatch to massage their most sensitive areas. By the time her skilled hands pulled out of her hookups’ holes they were more than willing to shrink for her in return. And of course they’d trust her if they weren’t super-tough. With those skilled hands there was no way she could hurt them.

I think I’m gonna eat this one, Sophia thought as she got free of her dress. I haven’t fried one up in ages.

She smiled as she remembered the last time she’d tossed a tiny in a pan with some butter and lemon-pepper seasoning. Very few people realized that even non-toughened tinies could survive the cooking process.

Her mind was so focused on the horrors she was going to put Helena through that she didn’t notice the now-giant woman was still dressed. Not at all undressed as she’d been told to do. It didn’t even occur to her that Helena wouldn’t automatically obey.

Helena rolled her eyes and dropped the act as soon as Sophia started shrinking. The first few times she’d been with someone on Tiny Tinder she’d been fascinated by the act of shrinking, but it was old news to her now. She saw it several times a day. Pretending to be the shy, easily commanded pawn of what was obviously a sexual predator hadn’t been very exciting for her.

As predators go, Helena had Sophia beat by several orders of magnitude.

The brown-haired young woman cracked her neck briefly, then pulled several wires and a small box out of her purse. Just as her shrunken prize began to yell in a comically-expectant tone of authority, Helena used the wires to connect her phone to Sophia’s. When a tiny hand smacked on her calf, Helena simply picked up the doll-sized woman and dropped her on the bed. Sophia’s body language and tone told her she was confused, and that was fine with Helena, who turned and sat gently on the woman, feeling her struggling form through her thin black leggings.

Not long after it started working, her phone beeped, and Helena tapped several icons to find her preset conditions. She thought briefly to recall what her order required, then selected the appropriate setting. As she felt the struggling blonde under her backside begin to shrink again she stood, careful not to harm her now-fragile product.

From her purse she produced a small Tupperware container and the little blonde woman on the bed finally overcame her denial of the situation. It was funny to watch her run on the bedspread, obviously trying hard but not really gaining any distance. Helena gently scooped the half-inch tall tiny into the container then put it into her purse, immediately following it up with her and Sophia’s phone.

The room looked abandoned but for a bright floral dress on the floor where a careless tenant may have overlooked it before checking out.

***

Helena stated the price of the box again, for her own benefit. It was hard to believe someone was willing to spend this much money on a box of expendables, but then again who was she to ask questions? Over the past several months she and her partner had made a killing off pedaling tiny, naïve toys to less-than-scrupulous characters and she knew that people were willing to spend a lot of money where tinies were involved.

“I heard you the first time,” Maria said, barely restraining herself from rolling her brown eyes. She enjoyed working with Helena as much as she enjoyed working with anyone who wasn’t literally on her parent’s payroll to make life a constant vacation for her. But she was smart enough to know Helena was the only supplier of one of her favorite things.

Which was why she was counting out cash like…like…Some bank person, she thought, thoroughly annoyed.

Helena watched the dark-haired woman count the bills out. It was obvious that her manicured hands rarely dealt with anything requiring dexterity; she’d had to start over twice. The woman was curvy in all the right places, always looked pouty, had long dark hair, and a tan that stuck around year long. In short, she was obviously loaded. And since Maria had so far been worth a third of the money Helena had made recently, she was worth putting up with.

Frustrated, Maria just put down the stack of bills on the table. Before the wind could blow away the small fortune, Helena put a finger on top of the stack while Maria reached for the shoebox that Helena had put on the picnic table.

“Just keep it all,” Maria said as her eyes lit up for the first time today as she peeked inside the box. She was fast so that the sleeping gas inside didn’t all leak out like it had the first time.

Helena’s eyes opened wide and she started to protest. She was stunned. Maria had just absentmindedly tossed her three times what she’d been asked to pay, all because she was too annoyed by the act of counting money. It was an effort to not shake her head.

“You sure?” she asked Maria again, though the rich girl was already standing up. Her fishnet stockings and short leather shorts were an odd style choice for such a windy day but Helena wasn’t going to say anything.

“Yeah, yeah,” Maria said as she shook her head, trying to get her long black hair to stop blowing in front of her face. Giving up after a moment she gingerly picked up the box and started walking to her car. It wasn’t a far walk, the park was fairly small, and by the time Helena had stuffed the wad of cash in her purse Maria was already shutting the door on her silver-blue Road Roamer.

“Unbelievable,” Helena said aloud as the woman drove off, her car louder than many motorcycle gangs. “Most self-centered person I’ve ever met.”

That didn’t stop her from creating an appointment to meet her again next week, of course. An even bigger order? Helena didn’t mind that at all.

***

Sophia awoke several hours later. There was a lingering smell in the air that she didn’t like; even remembering the scent made her feel lightheaded. She had been laying on a surprisingly smooth surface and the act of standing was difficult, as though she had fallen at her father’s private ice rink. Someone offered her their hand and she took it; so confused that she didn’t even think about what low-level work that hand may have done.

“Careful,” the dark-haired man said as he helped her stand. “The glass is slippery as hell.”

“The what?” Sophia asked as she straightened before jerking away from him. “What are you doing! Get away from me!”

“Hey! Hey!” another voice said from behind her, this one a calmer woman’s voice.

The speaker caught Sophia as she slipped on the ground, helping her to straighten up as she realized that she, too, was naked. And that there was a breast touching her arm. Sophia jerked away again, more careful this time to not fall.

“We’re all naked, I know it’s weird,” said the other woman as she pulled her hands off of Sophia. “Do you have any idea what’s going on?”

“Someone shrank then gassed us,” the man said as he looked around and gestured. Bashfully, he asked, “Don’t suppose you met up with somebody named Devan?”

All around them was a crowd of people, most awakening as Sophia had. Confused, scared, and naked. Sophia spared the crowd a moment’s gaze, then her eyes tracked upward. They widened and she gasped as she realized where they were. Her hands covered her mouth as she gasped in horror.

Maria finished wrapping her hair in a towel and pulled on her bathrobe. One glance in the mirror told her that she was still a maiden that men would trip over to see, and she hummed happily to herself as she walked out into her room. Her workout had gone very well and so far she was happy with the results her trainer was getting her, though it had been hard for her to admit she wasn’t perfect in the first place. If he hadn’t looked like Steve Ryder…

“Too bad he’s not interested in a tip,” she said to herself as she comically groped her C-cups. Unlike her sister, she had curves to spare, though she was a little jealous of her sister’s height.

“What’s on tonight?” the giantess spoke aloud as the crowd watched her approach. The black-haired goddess sat on the couch they’d all noticed minutes ago, and every man there was suddenly conscious of their growing erections. Even at their size, not knowing what was happening, they had to appreciate how beautiful that woman was. She was an ambulatory mountain that could have modeled the bathrobe she was wearing.

“Maria!” Sophia yelled at the top of her lungs, waving her arms. Though she was visible through the side of the clear glass cereal bowl, she was both too small and too far away for her sister to notice her. Even if she’d been paying attention; while Sophia screamed for help her sister was flipping channels until she found a show where some plebeians were competing for a paltry hundred-thousand dollars.

“You know her?” the man who’d helped her initially asked, rapidly growing more alarmed.

“That’s my sister!” Sophia said as a crowd on the planet-sized television started cheering.

Then everyone in the bowl screamed as Maria leaned forward without taking her eyes off the television. No one noticed one pert breast fall free from her robe. Maria certainly wasn’t concerned about it as she grabbed her bowl of snacks and leaned back on the couch. Her food was barely on her mind, beyond trying not to shake the bowl too hard. She’d learned that lesson after her first purchase and the tinies weren’t nearly as satisfying if they weren’t moving.

Sophia scrambled to her knees, then climbed to her feet by pushing the other woman down. Ignoring the other woman’s shout she looked up at her sister, hundreds of feet above. She waved her hands again and screamed “Maria!” at her younger sister.

Of course she’ll see me! Sophia thought, unable to even entertain the thought that she wasn’t going to get out of this ridiculous situation just fine.

“Maria!”

Then a massive yet dainty hand scooped into the bowl, grabbing three screaming people from the far side.

“Oh shit!” a man’s voice called out as the hand rapidly retreated.

Idly, Maria tossed one of the tinies into her mouth as the contestant on the television correctly guessed the price of a new car.

“Pocket change!” Maria yelled before she started chewing. The tiny exploded in a crunchy, salty sensation that no other food could match. Another tiny followed, and this one she tucked under her tongue to let it get good and covered with saliva. Once she felt it was wet enough she tossed the third tiny into the air like a piece of popcorn.

Sophia watched, horrified, as Maria threw the third tiny into the air. Her sister leaned her head back, caught the screaming person on her tongue, then swallowed hard with a giggle. A massive hand traced her victim’s path down her throat, and Sophia heard a satisfied ‘hmm’ from her sister.

“I hope they all kick like that.”

The crowd in the bowl exploded. Sophia joined them, now sure her sister wouldn’t see her and rescue her. Terrified, she tried to climb the sides of the glass bowl but it was simply too steep and slippery. She fell backward onto someone she didn’t see, and while she rolled down to the flat bottom something massive bumped her shoulder.

“No!” she screamed before she realized Maria’s finger had only brushed her while she scooped up more tinies. Someone else had gotten hit harder; Sophia turned and ran as a short redheaded woman yelled for her to help, one suddenly deformed leg keeping her from standing.

The woman’s scream suddenly receded into the distance and Sophia couldn’t help but look. Far above Maria’s other hand had daintily picked up the screaming redhead.

“You’re ruining my show,” Maria said to the wounded woman before tossing her into her mouth. A moment later she tilted her other hand toward her mouth and the other dozen tinies she’d picked up tumbled in.

Tucking her squirming half-inch treats into her cheek for now, Maria pulled them out one by one with her tongue. The first got sent straight down her throat, and the next two found their demise by way of her molars. All the while Maria enjoyed the taste like she would any other candy, idly toying with several with her tongue before smashing them into salty gooey goodness.

On the television someone won a new kitchen set. In Maria’s mouth a schoolteacher lost her leg to an incisor while an accountant’s eardrums exploded when Maria pushed her against the roof of her mouth and sucked on her not-very-gently.

When her cheek was empty she tore her eyes from the television long enough to pick out three more treats. The first got tossed into the air again and she leaned her head back to catch him. Instead of landing smoothly on her tongue, the tiny man bounced right off of it and into her throat.

“Glurk!” Maria tried to say as her snack briefly choked her. She leaned forward quickly, careful not to spill her bowl, and grabbed a half-full glass of water off the coffee table. Two quick gulps cleared the obstruction and moments later the tickling in her stomach intensified.

“Oh, right!” Maria said far above Sophia, as though she’d forgotten something. Sophia watched through tear filled eyes as Maria leaned forward and picked up a pill packet from the table. The plastic ripped easily and her massive sister dumped several pills onto her hand. Another gulp of water sent the pills, and two more tinies, into her stomach.

“What was that?” a woman screamed next to Sophia, near insane with terror.

“A strong antacid and a few lightup pills,” said another woman right next to her. “I was an exploratory micro-surgeon, that was a standard pre-op pack.”

The former surgeon looked at Sophia with resignation in her eyes. She knew what was coming.

“It lets us move through a digestive system for hours before the acid would kill us.”

Then the bowl shifted as Maria tilted it to the side.

“I swear I bought more,” Maria said as she shook the bowl gently. The rest of the half inchers tumbled to the bottom of the impromptu crater, perhaps twenty remained.

Then the commercial break was over and she was laughing at a man who clearly had no idea how to roll a pair of fuzzy dice across a craps board. As she laughed Sophia watched several more tinies disappear into Maria’s gaping maw. The lucky ones got chewed. Most didn’t. Tiny spots of blood spotted Maria’s massive lips.

Twenty minutes later, after Maria impressed herself with her restraint, there was only one tiny left.

“No! No!” Sophia screamed as her more tan, more pretty, and more petty sister narrowed her eyes on her. The bowl rocketed upward in Maria’s hands.

“Definitely getting more next time,” Maria said to herself as she picked up the bowl. Her show was almost over, and she was already out of snacks. It wasn’t her fault they were so delicious that she ate them too quickly! Even the ones she didn’t chew gave off a wonderful flavor before being swallowed, and the feeling of her food still moving in her stomach was fulfilling in a way she’d never experienced anywhere else.

“Like pop rocks!” she said, her thoughts shifting to candy.

“Maria!” Sophia screamed desperately as the bowl started to tilt toward her sister’s mouth, “Maria! It’s me!”

Her voice went hoarse and tears streamed down her face as she slid down the side of the bowl. Warm air with a metallic scent flooded over her. For a final, desperate moment the higher edge of the bowl curved slightly inward (to catch milk) and Sophia tried to use that suddenly different edge to at least throw herself to her death rather than be eaten.

Maria must have seen that trick before.

The bowl shook slightly and Sophia was pitched outward. There was a final faint scream, which Maria almost heard over an announcer’s voice describing the final prize of the show, then the massive lips sealed out all light.

Sobbing, Sophia crawled on her hands and knees, knowing each bump under her body was a taste bud. That each wet spot was either her sister’s saliva or the bloody remnants of those who had already been consumed. For a moment there was a blinding light ahead of her, then the massive tongue bucked under her.

“Please no!” she screamed as she reached for the light, impossibly far away.

Her last tiny went down the hatch as easily as they all had, though Maria had been tempted to let this one crawl around on her tongue for longer. They tasted great, but she’d already gotten all the flavor out of that one. With a sigh she leaned back and started flipping through the channels again, looking for something else that would keep her entertained for longer than thirty seconds.

“Definitely getting more next time,” she said as she felt her stomach tingle pleasantly. “Maybe I’ll get bigger ones,” Maria thought idly as she found a dating show that she had half-followed for this season. “Ooh, perfect!”

Sophia screamed. She screamed the entire length of her sister’s esophagus. Screamed until she was hoarse. Then she dropped through an open space and landed in the heat of a sauna, mixed with the scent of a thousand nail parlors next to a sewage plant.

“No!” she screamed out again, her throat burning with the effort of breathing. The air itself stung her eyes, and a slush of fluid was making her ankles tingle.

All around her people were crying. Screaming. Holding each other. There was a bright light from two of the pills, making the inside of the stomach look almost like a rave.

“We’ve got another couple of hours,” said the surgeon, who was holding her left arm gingerly; she’d broken it in the fall. “Then the antacid wears out and,” she waved vaguely at everyone, her face forlorn and resigned, “this nightmare ends.”

“Unless she eats something sugary,” she added as Sophia teetered on the edge of a panic attack. “That’ll start up some gastric reflexes and-“

As she spoke more debris fell from above.

Sophia screamed as she recognized the outer shell of an M&M.

Maria tossed another tiny candy piece into the air and swallowed it whole with a smile. Then she took a dainty sip of wine and made herself comfortable on the couch. Her stomach was tingling pleasantly, and she smiled knowing what was happening inside of her. She was putting the plebeians to good use.

“Definitely more next time,” Sophia heard a distant voice say as the tingling around her ankles turned to burning.

 “This is amazing!” Sally shouted to her friend Maya over the din of the music.

The beats shook the entire massive space they were partying in. In a way it felt like partying in an open field; there were technically walls around them but they seemed miles apart.

“I know right!” Maya yelled back as she twirled.

The pair were at perhaps the most unique party they’d ever heard of.

A post on social media, a private group, had led them both to a new development area of town where the houses were still mostly empty. They’d been greeted by a nice mid-height woman and a party already in full swing. Since it was obviously safe, over a hundred partiers were already busy, they had no issues accepted the group Tiny Tinder request and shrinking down to two inches tall. The woman had carefully deposited them onto the kitchen island where the party was taken place, carefully put their phones in a cabinet out of sight in the hallway, and it had been non-stop fun ever since.

There was a regular sized household speaker that gave the party more than enough sound to essentially be a concert. The ‘ground’ beneath their feet even shook slightly while they danced. Up close the faux-granite countertop looked even cooler.

“How do you think they did the booze part?” Maya asked as they left the dance floor area and walked to what was half designated as a bar.

“No idea!” Sally yelled back, not wanting to explain that she recognized some of the drink dispenser machines from childhood toys. Nor that somehow most alcohol tasted much better as a person shrank.

“Let’s get wasted!” they yelled in unison as their host activated an overhead LED light that worked far better than a disco ball at highlighting the party.

***

Helena dropped off the last group of partiers with a smile, double checked that her hired bartenders were fully stocked, then stepped out of the kitchen. She had to be sure to hold that smile until she was out of sight, and to keep the crowd busy she activated a small LED bulb that cycled through colors rapidly as it hung from the ceiling.

The ‘locked and safe’ cabinet she had been putting her partiers’ phones in was actually unlocked and currently only held twelve phones. Zero by the time she unloaded it into her purse.

“How’s it going?” she called ahead of herself as she moved down the hall. There was no worries that a tiny partier would hear her voice; her twenty dollar speaker more than drowned out any noise she could make.

She nudged the door to the backroom open and sat her purse on the collapsible table her partner was working at.

Devan looked up at her as he plugged multiple phones into cables and tapped on his laptop.

“Pretty awesome, actually,” he said as he slid two phones into a large trash can.

Helena dumped out the last of the phones and slid them into his ‘IN’ pile.

“Everyone’s security sucks,” Devan said, “There hasn’t been any issue syncing up and taking over, and I think these remotes are gonna work great.”

He indicated a small box that Helena knew was full of simple remotes that she had 3D printed herself, with some aid from Devan for the electronics portion.

“Those were a really good idea,” she told Devan, “It opened up a whole new realm for us. What with you hijacking the signal and-”

“Thanks but not right now,” he interrupted gently as he tossed one phone to the side and plugged a new one into his laptop, “I want to get this wrapped up before I do so many I screw something up. This is it, right?”

“Yeah, that’s the last of them,” Helena said, “How long til I can wrap things up out there?”

Truth be told it really did look like a fun time that she was hosting. Ignorance was bliss.

“Five minutes? I’ll let you know,” he told her.

***

Eva carefully closed the tap and handed her patron a tiny beer. Tiny was a relative term, at their current size it was pretty big. That didn’t stop the taps from leaking a little; they were repurposed from toys and repainted. Which didn’t always mean watertight.

“More cleanup over here?” the other bartender, Alli, asked her over the music.

They’d never worked together before but found themselves moving like a well-oiled machine. Both were bartenders at full-size too, but neither could turn down the money that they’d been offered for this incredibly cool Tiny party.

“No, this tap shuts pretty good,” Eva replied, giving it a nervous look.

For once there wasn’t anybody at their makeshift bar. It had been a very busy night. But when she thought of the cash she’d already been paid, it had been worth it. The general idea made her nervous but no one paid cash up front to do something shady.

“Good maybe we-”

The music paused. There was a groan of disappointment followed briefly by a cheer.

“Oh, Kelly must have an announcement!” Eva said, looking upward at her boss for the evening.

The woman was looking down at the crowd with a smile.

“Uh, you mean Terra?” Alli replied, wondering why Eva called her boss a different name.

A terrifying thought flashed through her mind just as the giant woman spoke.

“I want to thank you all for coming out tonight!” Helena said excitedly, and the crowd cheered again. “This has been a huge success and I’m really, really thankful so many people came out.”

Alli breathed a sigh of relief. She’d been sure something horrible was about to happen.

“Now, let’s really celebrate!” the giant woman said, holding up a large bottle of champagne, “Get over here everyone! Bartenders, you too!”

Eva laughed and happily hopped the bar along with the other three bartenders. Alli held back; she didn’t like champagne. The crowd of partiergoers moved closed to Helena who was starting to shake the bottle.

Helena shook the fake bottle for another few seconds, just long enough to get all the tinies closer to the edge of the kitchen island.

Then she dropped her fake smile with relief, and sat the bottle on the ground. The crowd seemed to catch her change in energy but everyone was drunk enough to only react with confusion rather than running away.

Third time’s the charm, she thought as she traded the fake bottle for a large metal popcorn bowl.

“Alright, everyone just stand still,” she said as she held the bowl just below the height of the island, “If you all run this is gonna get annoying.”

Alli clapped her hands over her mouth to keep from screaming. The regular sized woman, who had apparently lied about her name and clearly everything else, leaned over the crowd. A few less-drunk people attempted to run but the woman just used her forearm to sweep them back.

“Hop in and save me the trouble? No?”

There was a massive sigh of annoyance and Alli watched in terror as the woman used her forearm to sweep the crowd toward her.

“Next time I’m bringing a brush,” she said, irritated, as she smashed people together.

Alli could hear faint screaming as almost two hundred people were shoved off the side of the island. She couldn’t see what they were landing in but knew there was no way it was just a fall to their deaths. When things happened to shrunken people it was never that simple.

Before she could even think about what to do next, she was alone, hiding behind the miniature bar and hoping that the giant woman didn’t notice her. The massive metal bowl that was now a prison was set carefully onto the kitchen island.

“Don’t bother,” Helena said to someone in the bowl, “I greased the sides.”

Alli could only hope that meant someone was trying to climb.

“Hey D!” Helena called out to someone unseen, “Let’s wrap this up, I don’t want to pack everything myself this time!”

A distant male voice called back: “I’m packing up the computers! Gimme a break! Test the remote real quick!”

“Fine, fine,” Helena mumbled as she pulled a small remote out of her pocket.

Movement caught her eye.

“Hey! A bartender!”

Alli screamed as massive fingers wrapped around her body and dropped her casually onto the middle of the kitchen island. She had a momentary view of the mass of people cluttered together in the bowl before falling with a scream. The fall surprised her, but being super-tough it didn’t actually hurt.

“Thanks for volunteering, it’s tough to get people to work at these things,” Helena said idly as she looked at the small remote in her hand.

“Let me go!” Alli screamed upward, “I won’t tell anyone and-”

“Hold still, I’m new to this,” the bigger woman said.

She fiddled with the remote and Alli’s stomach lurched as she grew four inches taller.

“You paid me and everythi-”

“Chump change,” Helena interrupted, only glancing briefly at Alli. “Pinch yourself?”

“Wha-”

Alli screamed when Helena reached toward her again. She tried to dodge out of the way but it didn’t matter. Two fingers encircled her leg and she fell. The fingers squeezed and pain shot through her entire body. When the fingers left she looked down and saw that her leg was twisted in the wrong direction.

Broken.

She was supposed to be super-tough.

“Oh fuck.”

“So that one works,” Helena said as she looked at her results with a smile. She waved the remote at Alli. “Control over the common TT settings. For all of you.”

Alli drew breath to scream but instead her stomach lurched again as she shrank down, then briefly back upward.

“Two inches, that’ll do,” the woman said.

“Is it working?” a man’s voice said, and Alli began screaming when she saw the giant man holding a trash bag that was obviously full of phones.

Through her pain and terror she realized what was actually happening.

“Just one more setting to try,” Helena said as she nudged a button on the remote.

Alli winced, sure it was about to get worse. Her leg had actually stopped hurting and she realized adrenaline had numbed it for her. For the moment.

“Wanna do the honors?” she asked Devan, her partner-in-crime.

“Nah, I wanna get these soaking in that big-ass cooler in the trunk before anything dumb happens,” he replied. The man’s massive eyes spared Alli a glance, then he smirked at her before walking out the front door.

Alli looked back at Helena in time to scream as her massive hand wrapped around her. The giant woman held the tiny wounded bartender in front of her face and gave her a terrifyingly relaxed smile.

“We’re kinda testing a thing,” Helena explained as she shifted Alli around to a better position.

The small woman tried not to scream again as she saw the remote. On one side was a slider for size, on the other a dial with several toughness settings. Of the actual buttons, one labeled 'digestable' was lit up. As well as the toughness being halfway between 'indestructible' and 'wimpy.'

“So struggle as much as you can, okay? If it doesn’t work then we need to know.”

Alli lost her self control as she was lifted above Helena’s head.

“Perfect! Just like that!”

And Helena lowered the little bartender into her mouth. She fought for all she was worth but it just made her a more interesting morsel for Helena. The struggling couldn’t come close to overpowering her tongue and Alli was swallowed in a disturbingly business-like fashion.

Helena didn’t have time to enjoy a treat; Devan was right. The longer it took to pack up and vanish the more likely their situation would be become complicated. They had technically broken into the unoccupied house to host the party.

After an extra large gulp to get the squirmer down, Helena shrugged and picked up her bowl of product. There was much screaming and noise-making, but it was easy to ignore. Especially once she covered the top with plastic cling wrap.

“Can’t have anyone falling out, right?” she said as she looked down at the tumbling crowd. Laughing, she carried tonight’s haul out to the car just as Devan walked back in to grab his computer equipment.

***

The following morning Helena slept in. She was greeted by a bright sunny day and coffee brewed on a timer an hour earlier. Her midnight snack was still twitching somewhere in her small intestine and she idly texted Devan to let him know the setting had worked just fine but in the future they should pair it with a timer of some sort. She loved the thought of the bartender still twitching, and knew she was completely aware of every excruciating moment in her guts up until she was well and truly digested. It was how a tiny snack should be, in her opinion.

But some people preferred their treats capable of multiple rounds. And some didn’t want to be kept up half the night by the bouncing tummies. As a smart businesswoman she wanted her customers to have options.

After a cup of coffee and a banana (she was always health conscious), her stomach finally finished its earlier meal and the twitching stopped.

With a smile she sat down to begin sorting last night’s haul. Two taps on her phone opened her music app and she started her day with Mozart.

A printed out list awaited her with numbers and destinations.

“Three for Michigan? Lame,” she said aloud as she pulled out a small ziplock baggie.

Barely looking at what she was doing, Helena lifted the plastic wrap on the bowl and snagged three tinies. They screamed and shouted but she wasn’t paying attention. Almost bored, she dropped the three into the baggie. Next came three small remotes identical to the one she had tested the night before. With a printout of how to sync and use the remotes, Helena added everything to a box, added a pre-printed label, then set the box to the side. Ready to ship.

“Four for Tijuana?” Helena giggled, “They must have something fun planned, TT is legal down there. Must want some gringos in particular.”

This time she did pay more attention, making sure she got the whitest looking tinies that she’d procured last night. These went into a their own baggie, and the scenario repeated.

“Maybe a donkey show?” she wondered aloud before moving onto the rest of her orders.

Eight went to Thailand, where Helena never knew that ladyboys used them as prostate massagers for years until they would inevitably be lost in the sewage system.

Another four went to Canada where a poutine obsessed chef realized that tinies just weren’t the ingredient he was looking for. This was, of course, after they had been devoured.

A dozen to Chile, six to New Zealand, three sent to England. Helena went through the routine, sometimes vacuum sealing the bags to make sure customs wouldn’t catch on in certain countries. Everyone wanted tinies, but not everywhere allowed the world’s most popular app.

Finally, Helena filled her last order and looked at the pile of boxes she’d prepared.

“Damn that’s a lot of money,” she said aloud.

“And just enough parties too,” she announced as she looked into the bowl. She’d set a rough goal for how many people to bring in, and there was just one left from last night.

The lone tiny cowered under Helena’s hand as she reached into the bowl.

“What to do with you, I wonder?”

Idly she used her last remote and synced it to the tiny. She curled her hand around the little blonde and made sure she was on three-quarters-toughened. Her thumb slid the slider up and she felt the tiny grow to five inches in her palm. Big enough that she could be heard yelling in terror.

“Quiet you,” Helena told her before standing and walking into her backyard.

It was a beautiful morning. The birds were chirping, the sun was shining.

The neighbor’s dog was in their backyard.

“Hiya Pluto!” she said happily to the great dane, who bounded up on the chain link fence and stood on his hind legs almost as tall as she was.

Helena gave him dutiful scratches behind the ears, then offered him a toy.

“You want it boy? You want it?”

She wiggled the tiny screaming woman just in front of the dogs nose, and he dropped down from the fence and spun in circles in excitement.

“Go get it!” Helena said with a laugh as she tossed the tiny halfway across her neighbor’s backyard.

The dog took off like a shot and just as the tiny bounced, Pluto snapped her up with his jaws.

“Have fun!” she called out to her neighbor’s dog as he started gnawing.

That oughta give him a couple hours’ fun, she thought as she thought of her trip to the post office.

***

For the curious: Those sent to Mexico were, indeed, used as part of a donkey show. One recently-poorly performing donkey found its appendage revitalized by cock vore. The tinies, of course, were recovered after the show and reused for years.

 Helena shifted on her cheap wooden stool, not really comfortable but not overly bothered by it. The heat of the evening was worse than the cheap seat but she and Devan had agreed they had to look the part. Which was why she was in an annoyingly bright red-and-yellow striped uniform.

Just like everyone else at the state fair.

When Devan had first pitched his idea to her, Helena had shot it down. Hard. They were already making great money with their current schemes. Tricking tinies into various fates, typically terrible, was very good business and the pair of friends had long since abandoned plans for college in favor of retiring before twenty-five. People loved spending money on foolish tinies.

Devan was great at one-on-one captures and on a slow day could get two, easily making more money being suave than he’d ever earn working fast food. Helena had snagged several rich clients and was better at planning. Together they had a finely tuned tiny harvesting setup. Initially she’d kept count of how many tinies they had moved but stopped counting at four-hundred and twenty.

The thrill of it wasn’t completely gone but both of them knew it was starting to become a job in its own way. A job they both greatly enjoyed, but a job nonetheless.

Until Devan had his great idea. A surprisingly great idea.

“That’ll be five tickets,” Helena said, holding up her phone and acting bored.

Attached was a small scanner that scanned each person’s wristband and lit up green as they were validated. Most people just bought the unlimited use wristband at the fair but she still had to act like she was charging tickets for entry.

“Okay, groups of five please, five…ahead and to the left,” she said, waving the next group through.

She closed the metal gate and smiled at a middle-aged man who tried to give her a winning look. Turning away she followed the group through a slightly-skewed doorway into a room lit by blacklight. The walls were splattered with something that vaguely looked like blood, along with fake handprints and a series of arrows pointing down to a six-inch hole in the wall.

“Abandon hope!” she said in a stage voice, abandoning her own bored voice. This part was fun. “All ye who enter here!”

Someone in the group giggled; her uniform made her blaze like the sun under the blacklight. Which meant she was easy to pay attention to.

“Within these walls are terrors unknown to man! Fearsome beasts that have long since gone extinct, nightmares walking the halls looking for fresh victims!”

While she spoke she held out a metal container, one of dozens that she and Devan had invented themselves. There were five clear indentations with neat blue LED lights highlighting them, just the right size for most phones. In the bottom was essentially a small computer designed specifically to give Devan control over their Tiny Tinder apps. Ostensibly for purposes of making their House of Terror fair ride even scarier.

“You must surrender thyselves unto fear and push through!”

“You gotta put your phones in here so we can use TT to shrink you for this!” she whispered, breaking the monologue.

“Through onto the other side, where you shall be rewarded for your bravery!”

As she spoke a small figure came through the hole in the wall. Just like her, this little actor was wearing a brightly striped uniform. Unlike her, he was carrying a proportionally small megaphone.

“Uh, I know that’s what the sign said, but can we not shrink?” asked a blonde hesitantly, “I got the app in line and did the setup stuff but I don’t know about this…”

Helena was prepared for such common sense and inhaled, about to start a convincing speech that she’d given nine times already that night. Luckily her little actor spoke up before she could.

The entire crowd jumped at the sound of his megaphone, including Helena. It would have been ear blasting at full size, but coming from his six-inch tall form it was simply very loud and unexpected.

“Those who cannot face their feeeeaaaarrrrssss,” he said with an exaggerated drawl, “Can feel free to be made fun of by their peeeeeerrrrrrsssss for all time!”

Helena gave the little guy a wink as the crowd laughed. He didn’t see it, nor could she tell if he’d winked back. He was busy looking up the skirt of the brunette standing closer to him.

He was the right guy for the job, she thought as the group deposited their phones into the container she held. What was his name again?

“Your phones will be slid through here,” she said as the phones all started to light up.

The familiar opening screen of Tiny Tinder popped up as Devan’s program seized control. Two letter ‘T’s stood next to each other until the second rapidly shrank. At which point the larger bounced onto it, making it disappear, then turned into a smiley face. And just like Devan predicted, not one person thought it was strange that a carnival ride could casually bypass their phones security systems.

Man these people are naive, she thought as she demonstrated where she was putting the container. It went onto a small counter and she slid it toward the wall, where it pushed through a couple pieces of hanging tarp. A flash of evening light showed for a moment, then it was gone as Devan pulled the box through to the other side.

“And wait for you on the other side!”

Maybe not for this group, she thought as she smiled.

Before her eyes the group shrank down to six inches tall. It was small enough to go through their tiny scare house, complete with jump scares, poorly paid actors, a mirror maze, and to still think things were all above board. Making the scare house had actually been a lot of fun for Devan and Helena, both at full size for a general art project, and shrunken down (they trusted each other explicitly).

Their scare actor, Heath (not that Helena remembered this), greeted the tiny group and they followed him through the hole in the wall.

“Have fuuuun!” Helena half sang down to them.

Then she walked back out to where the long line was waiting. The middle-aged man who’d smiled at her before was waiting several groups back, but the fence guiding their long line put him right next to her seat. She sidled back onto her stool and started chatting with him. His kids, which would round out their own party of five, were all stuck on their phones and didn’t notice.

“We gotta give them two minutes to get ahead in there,” she explained as he did his best to be charming.

“Two minutes is all I need,” he said, leaning on the gave and trying to look muscular.

Don’t roll your eyes, don’t roll your eyes, she thought as the twelfth dad of the night tried to hit on her.

****

Devan knew nothing about Helena’s frequent single dad, and occasionally single mom, troubles. He was a mere fifteen feet away and feeding the latest container full of phones into his computer’s database. His custom program had already overridden every safety setting the users had programmed into their Tiny Tinder app and added their profiles to a list that was frequently updating on his computer screen.

He had three screens set up in addition to his own laptop. There were feeds from several cameras watching the most busy areas of their scare attraction. Some videos he had already saved to upload to the internet; they were hilarious. Watching someone run from a clown straight into a wall would never not be funny.

But laughing at people’s self inflicted misfortune was only a small part of what he was doing that night.

Carefully he watched each group proceed, and most of the groups he regrew at the end, when they reached the ‘safe room’ at the far end of the wilderness chainsaw-maniac chase zone.

The entire scare attraction had been built on a small scale and was actually in a very well decorated plywood box several feet from his desk. Inside were several groups having the time of their lives getting lost, scared, and chased. If something went wrong he could actually lift the ceiling on each room individually to pull out anyone who flagged him down for being too scared.

It hadn’t happened yet tonight, but still could. The floors of several rooms were similarly removable but he’d only used one room in particular so far.

In each room was at least one scare actor who was responsible for that zone. They were having fun too, jumping out of dark corners, grabbing at ankles, and chasing fair-goers. Always just a half step too slow.

Devan’s phone buzzed with a question.

He typed back: Five more in 1 min, come get em

Just on time another group came running out of the fake forest, barely escaping a chainsaw wielding college student wearing a hockey mask. The little chainsaw didn’t even have a chain but no one ever paused to look.

Devan double checked a list he had stuck to the side of his monitor then tapped in a command. He leaned back and smiled, watching his revenue turn right instead of left. They had even made a humorous sign pointing left to ‘safety’ and right to ‘danger.’

***

“That was crazy!” Jenna said, leaning forward to catch her breath.

Her whole group laughed, and only one of them had the sense to look back where they’d came from. She saw the maniac walking back deeper into the convincingly fake forest.

“This is really intense for a fair,” May agreed, “So much better than the one last year.”

Jenna walked forward along the path and saw a clear path to the left, down a wide hallway. A sign clearly pointed them left toward safety.

“Over h-” she started to say, then she stopped just before she ran into the mirror that had almost deceived her.

May giggled, and so did the other three girls they were with. Only Jenna and May knew each other, they’d met the other three just before entering the scare attraction. They didn’t even know their names but they’d been a fun group to run screaming with.

“I knew there’d be a mirror trick!” one of the other girls said with a laugh. “Come on, it’s gotta be this way!”

The group turned right and walked down the other path marked ‘danger’. They didn’t notice the camera that watched them, nor did they notice when the mirror blocking the actual correct path shifted in place like a simple switch. The next group turned left and found their way out of the scare attraction easily.

Jenna’s group walked forward until they bumped into an invisible wall again.

“Okay, what now?” May asked, looking left and right.

There was nowhere else to go.

“Maybe we did take the wrong way?”

“We must’ve missed something?” someone said.

Then they all groaned almost simultaneously as their bodies vibrated and buzzed again. Only May recognized the sensation, the rest had only experienced it once at the start of the attraction.

“This must be the end-” she said, “We’re unshri…”

The five shrank again to a little over one inch tall.

“Is there more?” one of the other girls asked uncertainly.

“This must be part of the thing,” Jenna said.

Then the floor dropped out.

Devan slid the piece of plastic sideways and felt the tinies land in the piece of tupperware he held underneath it. Then he unceremoniously slid it back in place. It had been a little annoying to plan the tiny building around this one area, but it had been very convenient to be able to herd all the tinies into one place for gathering.

Jenna screamed in true terror as she was rolled into the group. They’d all had time to look up and see a man holding a tupperware container that they were now stuck in, then his simple movements had thrown them all off their feet. Things only got worse when the man tipped their container sideways.

The girls tumbled sideways screaming while they fell before they landed on a crowd of other tinies.

“That’ll do,” the man above them said before putting a red plastic lid on their container with an ear-popping thump.

“Jenna!” May screamed as she rolled away from her friend and was pulled under by the other panicking tinies she’d landed on, “Jenna! Help!”

Jenna didn’t near her friend, she was too busy screaming.

Devan double checked the system as another group approached the safety zone. He double checked that he had the correct set of phones ready in the regrowing area, then set the computer to do the actual regrowing. When this group entered the safe circle he tapped the preset macro and all five of the new group suddenly regrew to full size on the far side of a plywood wall from him. He could hear them laughing in relief.

He activated the small microphone and spoke: “Congratulations on surviving! Don’t forget to take your phones with you as you resume your droll daily lives! Enjoy the fair!”

They’d debated pre-recording that voice line just in case Devan got too busy, but had decided not to.

The group happily took their phones back and streamed back out into the fair.

Just on time he saw this fair’s business partner walking his way. They were in a convenient ‘back side’ of the fair behind the booths where workers and carnies could go to and fro without stumbling through the crowd on the far side. And since Devan and Helena’s attraction didn’t take up much actual space they’d found a good spot right next to the fair’s most popular food truck.

“Hector! My man!” he said, standing and setting the tupperware container full of tinies next to his keyboard.

“D-dawg!”

The owner and operator of the food truck next door, Exotic Eatery, gave him a friendly fist bump and produced a stack of neatly folded hundred dollar bills from his pocket.

“How many you got for me?”

“Forty this round,” Devan replied.

“So that’s….” Hector did his mental math while Devan waited patiently for him to count out the cash.

When he had enough, Hector handed over a sweet stack and Devan handed over forty unfortunate tiny commodities.

“Great doing business with you,” Devan said, “But I gotta keep the line moving.”

He indicated the computer and Hector gave him another fist bump.

“Think we’ll get another order in tonight?” he asked, stepping away and back toward his food truck.

“There’s one heck of a line, at least one more,” Devan said as he absentmindedly tapped on his computer. A dad and his kids turned right instead of left. “Save me some cotton candy?”

“Consider it done!” Hector called back, already halfway back to his booming business.

In reality, Hector barely made a profit on the tiny food side of his business. He knew Devan was charging a fair price for them but they were still almost painfully expensive. So far the crowd paid his prices for his special dishes, but his profit margin for them was about a quarter of what it was for everything else.

In reality his signs advertising special tiny-including food items was more of great advertising than it was a money maker.

Back in the truck his daughter was at the window taking orders, writing them on small pieces of paper and sliding them toward her brother or mother. Her brother was cooking as fast as he could, if dropping things into an air fryer counted as cooking. Further in the truck his wife was dealing with the not-hot items such as cotton candy and their so-called famous lemonade.

“Got forty specials!” he called out, and his daughter immediately pulled out a thick sharpie and piece of paper. She wrote the number forty on it in large letters and hung it in the window. The line outside cheered. The things they’d really been hope for had arrived.

Jenna and the other thirty-nine inch tall tinies were less thrilled. Most of them had guessed what had happened, and those who hadn’t quickly grew wise as they smelled cooking food all around them. If they had somehow remained ignorant, only the most blind could have ignored what started to happen immediately, as soon as Hector’s daughter took the very next order.

“Two tiny-ades!” she called out, resulting in more cheers from the line. Carefully she crossed out the number forty and just made a downward arrow next to it. For her own count she made sure she wrote thirty-eight on her own sticky note. This count had been repeated three times already earlier that evening.

Hector’s wife Julia reached into the container and grabbed two tinies without looking. They were all the same to her.

She dropped them into blender, each bouncing off the sharpened points of the implement without damage. Devan, the devious genius that he was, had made sure his hacked Tiny Tinder settings kept the tinies toughened to most damage – at home he’d done a dozen tests to make sure these settings would allow a tiny to survive blender blades but still be chewable if someone wanted to. That didn’t mean he had bothered to check things like ‘no pain,’ though he had made sure to uncheck ‘able to be unconscious.’

To the blender she used a device to squeeze the juice from two lemons quickly inward, then followed it with two scoops of sugar, two large scoops of ice, and a straight from the cane concentrated lemonade. If anyone had cared to hear, they would have heard one tiny barely start to scream before she turned the blender on.

It ran for twenty seconds and she hummed to herself as she made sure she was stocked for the next order.

When it was done she quickly popped it off the stand and poured its contents into two large plastic cups.

“Oops!” she laughed when she had emptied it, “There’s not enough room for both of you in there!”

Using tongs she kept just for this purpose she carefully lifted one of the tinies out of the cup they both had landed in and dropped it in the second cup. Then she quickly slapped lids on them both, speared them with long straws and handed them out the front to a pair of junior-high girls who were happily spending daddy’s money on things they’d never tried before.

“One cotton special, two dog specials!”

Julia scooped out two tinies and started the cotton candy machine. It was fully automated except for her small contribution right at the end. In the final ten seconds of the cycle she picked up the small cardboard ‘cone’ and pushed it into the machine, catching the cotton candy and making a big fluffy mass with oft-practiced finesse. At the last moment she dropped the two tinies in.

Their weight helped them sink into the sticky candy floss, but wasn’t quite enough to disrupt the overall process. When she handed the treat out the window there were two tinies screaming for their lives to a single mother who had no intention of letting her kids get this particular treat from her. The sugar string was more than strong enough to hold them still while their new owner happily munched her way toward them.

Hector’s son Milo, meanwhile, scooped four tinies out of the bin. They were dropped in a mixture of butter and pancake batter, which was then smeared across two pieces of parchment paper sitting on a stainless steel countertop. With a skilled motion he took a hot dog (100% beef) and speared it through with a long stick, then repeated the process. He smashed the hot dog down onto two of the tinies and rolled it back and forth quickly, accumulating a layer of batter.

The second dog and pair of tinies got the same process. After ten seconds of rolling each he wrapped the dogs quickly with the parchment and dropped them both into the fryer. Almost instantly the parchment paper came loose and he fished it out with tongs. The heat from the oil seared the outside of the batter, making sure the rest didn’t come loose.

He didn’t give the tinies a second thought as he checked his phone and set the timer for the fryer.

Several minutes later the tiny dogs were being handed out the window, much to the delight of a pair of retirees who were more than happy to partake in the latest trend. The woman giggled when she pointed out a tiny blackened hand pushing free from the top of her corn dog, and her husband quickly made as though to bite it. They both walked away from the food truck laughing and enjoying their treat.

The night didn’t get better for the quickly depleting number of tinies. As almost all of them knew, tinies were delicious. Or at least felt really interesting on the tongue and in the stomach for as long as they would last. Several of them had even partaken earlier from the same food truck they were now being sold out of.

Several were fried into a large and tasty funnel cake. More were dropped on top of nachos, added to fried ice cream, and mixed into several more tiny-ades.

Before Hector could believe it, his daughter had taken down the sign saying they had tinies for consumption.

“Dad, we’re out!” his daughter called, and the crowd out front groaned in disappointment. They still spent their money, but not as much as before.

Hector’s phone buzzed with a message from Devan.

“Be right back!” he said back, hustling down to the backside of the scare attraction next door.

An hour later the fair was officially shutting down. The last of the guests worked back toward their cars and the staff started to clean up their rides. This was the last night of the fair and most of the booths and rides would be torn down by the following morning and set up in another town a hundred miles away by the following Thursday.

But Devan and Helena had decided this would be their last night working the fair. They’d gone to several towns already and had a very good time, but they were ready to get back to the big city.

“You know, this was a great change of pace,” Helena said as she gathered their shrunken staff outside the attraction. She had easily lowered a plywood wall to the ground and there was plenty of room for everyone to be regrown.

“No kidding, it was nice to get out of the Big Ace for awhile, but I miss my bed.”

With a couple taps on his computer, Devan regrew all of the staff.

Well, most of the staff.

He frowned briefly as his screen flashed green on all still-present connections except for two.

“Hey H,” he said as the staff grew back suddenly. The space behind their attraction suddenly was full of twelve scare actors complete with makeup and theater-kid energy. “We’re missing two.”

“It’s the mummies,” said the woman dressed as a zombie pirate, “They ducked into the haunted forest for a quickie on the way out.”

“Jack said you’d just wait for them,” offered the astronaut witch.

Devan groaned, this was the second time the mummy actors had decided to fool around while working. At least it was the last night. They should’ve known better than to hire the couple and then have them work the same area.

“Fine, fine, whatever,” he said, counting out cash.

With the staff paid they dispersed happily. It had been a lot of fun, but the makeup and costumes made for a very hot night.

By the time they were gone it was easy for Devan and Helena to wrap up the rest of their business. Devan dismantled his computer setup carefully and put it into his custom foam case. Helena broke down their displays and neatly stacked them up in the back of her SUV, which they’d shared for the drive.

By the time the mummies made their way out of the tiny scare attraction, the complicated cardboard contraption was the only thing left to be taken care of.

“About time you two!” Helena said, hands on her hips.

The pair was sheepish, she could tell from their body language, but clearly not understanding their plight. None of the actors had any idea that around ten percent of the people they’d scared over the past few weeks had been sold for great profit and bought for excellent flavor. And none of them would have believed that if they had just all left on time they all would have been fine.

“Everyone else is gone,” she explained. “D, give me a hand!”

The six-inch tall pair jumped out of the way as the pair lifted the cardboard attraction upward. They carried it over to their SUV and it barely fit in the back. Just because they were done with the fair didn’t mean they were going to leave that fine product of their imagination behind.

Devan got into the driver’s seat of the SUV and started the vehicle. That was when the mummies started thinking things weren’t as okay as they had thought.

Helena walked over to them and squatted down onto her heels.

“Good news, bad news,” she said to the pair.

The man didn’t wait to hear either side, he took off running immediately away from Helena and toward the rest of the fair. He knew what happened to tinies if things weren’t one-hundred percent above board. For all he and his (now ex) girlfriend knew, the other actors were all inside Helena’s stomach right now.

Helena giggled as he ran away, not bothering to give chase. The remaining mummy yelled something at him but he didn’t slow. It sounded desperate but Helena didn’t really bother trying to listen.

“The good news,” she continued as the six-inch girl turned back toward her, “Is that we made a ton of money and everyone else is already cashed out and gone. Your cut for tonight was two-hundred bucks.”

She flashed the cash.

“Now four-hundred since he ran off.”

In truth the little guy hadn’t made it far, and he hadn’t realized he was making the horrible mistake of running toward Hector’s food truck. He only knew that he was running from his former boss who surely had something horrible planned.

“Bad news is Devan already packed up his stuff. Your phone’s in the car though, so if you ask nicely he’ll regrow you without too much sass.”

The girl froze. There was no way this wasn’t going to go terribly for her. Surely?

“That’s it?” the tiny girl asked, but Helena didn’t hear her.

Instead the regular-sized woman held out her hand and the tiny swallowed her terror. If Helena didn’t mean to do bad things to her then this meant she’d be regrown. If she did mean to do terrible things to her, running wouldn’t do any good.

Five minutes later, and after an apology for coming out of their attraction late, the lady mummy was full grown and counting out a sweet stack of cash. Helena had handed her her ex-boyfriend’s cut since he had run away at the first sign of things going strange.

“Can’t really blame him,” Helena said, and all three of them burst out laughing before the woman walked to her car and vanished from their lives.

“Surprised you didn’t keep her as a dildo or something,” Devan said.

Helena shrugged.

“Keeping their cash would’ve been nice but I’ve already got a collection almost too big to keep track of.”

Helena and Devan got into their SUV and started their four-hour drive back home. Neither attempted to find the six-inch tall man that had ran away from Helena as soon as she’d said ‘bad news.’

Jack gasped for breath as he finally reached the tire of the truck he’d been running toward. With every step he was sure the giantess was going to snatch him up and eat him. Or worse. He’d had a lot of fun the past several years as a tiny but knew it was only a matter of time before his luck ran out.

He looked back and his heart dropped. In the distance his girlfriend was full size and counting out what should have been his money. She laughed with his boss, who he’d been sure was about to kill him, then the three all left in their cars.

“Fuck!” he said, realizing he was now in an even worse position.

“Oh, fuck yeah!” said a girl’s voice above him.

“Fuck!” Jack screamed as a hand wrapped around him.

He was lifted upward and saw the face of Hector’s daughter, smiling, braces and all.

“I’ve always wanted one of you but dad won’t let me get the app! And we sell all the others.”

“Wait! Stop!” he screamed, “Help me get back!”

She rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, no.”

Maria put the little ‘mummy’ in the side pocket of her purse. When she zipped it up he couldn’t even wiggle, which was very convenient for her. That night in the camper they lived in while they followed the carnival around she carefully cleaned him off in the shower, making sure his cheap costume made it into the bottom of the trash can and that all of his cosmetics were washed off.

The rest of the summer he spent hidden in her underwear while she worked, struggling to breath as she sweated and worked in the food truck. Maria greatly enjoyed that summer.

Unfortunately when she had to go back to school in the fall, her mother found her little toy while putting away laundry.

Maria very carefully didn’t say anything when her tiny toy went missing that day; to say anything would be to admit she had something she definitely shouldn’t have. But she didn’t miss that her mother was in a distinctly better mood most of the time afterward.