Nicky gently gripped Travis’ knee and looked over at him. He smiled back faintly. He had been distant lately, and it worried her. They’d had an unusually close relationship; they’d met in an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. They’d both also had more serious addiction problems, but with each other’s support, had finally kicked it. She was his rock, she knew, and he was hers. That’s what made her despondent about the way he was acting. He seemed preoccupied and wasn’t engaging with her as much. A red light in the distance briefly stopped her mind from wandering. She was driving Travis to work in their only car. His work, the 3-11 PM at a warehouse, was only a few blocks away. When they arrived, he kissed her goodbye and went on his way to a grueling shift. When he was out of sight, the petite 25-year-old sighed and ran her hands through her wavy blonde hair. She would have to figure out what was going on, but she knew she couldn’t afford a private detective. There would have to be another way…..

…..

Sonia was not adjusting well to the “new normal”. The wealthy doctor was used to (outside of work) a life of pleasure and of being in charge as she ran her own medical practice. But now she was in this foul smelling, humid and dark environment. Then, once again, she saw him……

Travis often went to the gym after work. He had always wanted to keep himself in good health after his addiction issues. He also wanted to do his best for Nicky and in many ways he felt that he couldn’t. They were poor. They were both psychologically vulnerable. He knew she loved him, but he sometimes wished that she didn’t, and that she had someone better. Because of this, he felt a diminishing sexual attraction to her, but he did feel a sadistic attraction to those who felt were lesser than him. Someone for whom he could always perform. That’s what saw him, post-workout, wearing a headset, in an empty gym locker room in the early morning hours. On a bench in front of him, on trays, there were three microscopic civilizations. He was lightly glistening with sweat after working out. The thought of what he was about to do gave him motivation to get through the day and his workout.

Sonia had been prepared for this day for a while, but she still felt horrified as the incomprehensible giant looked down on them. He’d done this to the other cities he’d stashed in a putrid gym locker, withdrawing three every night for whatever the fuck this was. She had just had to watch, but now, she would have to be a plaything. She had no choice. Consciously, she hated that. But subconsciously, it turned her on. He was young but gruff-looking. Among his kind he was surely poor, someone that Sonia would’ve normally had power over. But none of that mattered now. Nothing she had done for her entire life mattered now…..

Travis smirked down on the three cities. He was a brobi and Each one, on microputian scale, had about 900 square miles and 5 million people each. “Let’s play a game” he boomed at them. “I don’t know if you mites have heard of this, but we call it ‘fuck, marry, kill’. Let’s begin”. Travis slowly removed his gym shorts and underwear. Sonia gasped…..

…..*

Sonia had survived! 2 demolished civilizations and millions of casualties later, Travis finally turned to hers. They were in the “marry” category. Nobody had any time to comprehend what he meant by this. And judging by the hundreds of millions of lives he’d just snuffed out for no reason- they weren’t feeling to optimistic about their chances. “I hope you termites know that your digital history is kept. Same as us I guess. But it’s good for me”. He grinned, pretty cutely, for a mass killer with obscene psycho-sexual demons, Sonia thought. The giant continued “my app knows some of your demographics and will hook me up with some random from my chosen demo”.  “And most women don’t get to marry a giant. They have to please their husband, or else, who knows what he might do”.

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That night, Nicky tossed and turned. Obviously, she liked having Travis with her in bed, but she knew he wasn’t back until 1:30 or so in the morning. He’d told her he spent an hour and a half at the gym and an hour walking home. But she wasn’t sure she believed him. These ruminating thoughts triggered a nightmare. She saw him at some sort of dance with another girl, and she wanted to try and reach him, but she couldn’t get to him through the crowd. She just had to watch. That reflected how she felt. Her skin felt hot to the touch and she’d been so perturbed she was sweating and thirsty. She pushed off the covers and went into her bathroom, downing two 8-ounce glasses of water from the sink. She looked over at her alarm clock. It was 11:51 PM. He claimed he was at the gym now, and she could find out if he was lying. If he wasn’t, then she can be nice and pick him up so he didn’t have to walk home. If he was….she didn’t know what she would do yet. So she slipped on some jean shorts and a tank-top and got in her car.

When Nicky got to the gym, it was deserted. She didn’t see anyone, not even Travis. But she had gotten sort of pre-occupied. Downing the 16 ounces of water and then driving made her have to piss desperately. She felt the rumbling below her navel and made a beeline to the women’s locker room. When she approached, she saw it was closed for cleaning. Damn! She knew the best time to do it was probably in the middle of the night, but that didn’t help her situation. The place was empty, and nobody would notice if she went into the men’s locker room. Better that than peeing herself. As she approached it, she heard Travis’ voice. She was surprised, and it took a second to make out the words he was saying. He appeared to be both angry and taunting someone. It made no sense. Was he on the phone? She paused for a second and lurked outside the locker room, where Travis couldn’t see her. “Haha, well you’re a real Freud there Sonia. I am using you as a stand-in for someone. But I wouldn’t deign to tell your kind what that is”. He paused for a few seconds. “Stop blubbering. I thought you were hot at first, but this is just pathetic”. What the fuck? Nicky thought. “Your kind”? Then it hit her, he was probably referring to those of the smaller races. But Travis was someone who would never do that! He would never torture the lessers. They after all, were not the biggest, and prodigans had bullied and killed many brobis. She was grateful that there were worlds were mostly segregated, both in fear of getting abused prodis, and sympathy for the smaller races prodis might abuse. She entered the locker-room….

Nicky saw him and immediately looked down. He was wearing a headset hooked up to his phone and was naked from the waist down. He held his erect dick in his hand. He was leaning over a bench, which had three trays with a gray and green covering. One was bent and crushed looking like it had been sat on. Two remained in tact, and the one closest to her he was leaning over. He rapidly turned and looked over at her, and his eyes grew as he saw her. She simply stared at him. He tried to soften his posture and voice when he spoke to her, but she could tell he was angry and surprised. ?What?what are you doing here honey?? he asked her. ?Wasn?t expecting to find this? she quipped. She didn?t want to reveal her paranoia about him being distant?yet. ?I couldn?t sleep and wanted to pick you up so you didn?t have to walk home. I had to pee, and the woman?s room was closed?. He softened at this show of kindness from her.  She grinned slyly. ?I was a little bit lonely. I wanted you back home. I thought it was dumb that you get your release at the gym and not with these?. She pushed generous tits on her slim frame together. She then leaned in and pecked Travis on the cheek. ?You don?t need this?. She gently grabbed his phone. On screen was some sort of app and a picture of a stunning brunette woman. A solid 9/10, Nicky would?ve guessed. She was dressed in a flattering blazer and short skirt. She had a perfect hourglass figure and shiny brunette hair. Although she knew that obviously this woman was the size of a germ to her and Travis, she felt a twinge of jealousy.  Travis could tell. He had an idea. ?She?s nothing?. He said. ?Do you still have to pee?? ?Uh yeah?let me??. Looking her directly in the eye he said.  ?Do it on her. On them. Squat on them?.

She heard hysterical chatter on his headset. But she couldn?t make out what it was. She had an idea that they didn?t want to drown in her piss. ?No! Travis, what the hell is wrong with you??. He growled like she hadn?t seen before ?they deserve it. You?re my goddess, and you should be theirs too?. She scoffed and shook her head. Travis sprang into action.  He grabbed Nicky and put her in a choke hold and covered her mouth so she couldn?t scream. He pushed her forward a few inches so she bumped into the bench where the civilizations were. She heard static noises and more loud yelling. ?You?ve caused an earthquake. You?ve killed thousands?. She felt his erection poking into her upper thigh. ?But now for the finale?. He used his left hand and grabbed her pussy, trying to stimulate her. ?You don?t have a choice?. She struggled mightily as a torrent of piss rained down from her naked pussy on the little city she managed to struggle and get a few inches away, but the damage was done. When she was done, he let her go. She was hurt and angry. She spit on Travis. ?I hope some prodi will do that do you? she sneered. It brought back unpleasant memories of when a prodi female had her way with her, and she truthfully did not want to be with a man like that- who abused the smaller races.  

??

Nicky was furious and heartbroken that her loving boyfriend could be so twisted. She didn?t want to be an accomplice in his evil, even if he wanted her to be. She thought he didn?t even know her if he seriously thought she would like that kind of thing. She recognized that he was low status but power-hungry. He got off on abusing weaker people. They were both in their own way weak people, but they had been willing to change and that?s what had made them so compatible. That?s what Nicky found herself venting about it to her sister Allie a few days after the violent locker-room incident. She was surprised that her sister didn?t see it as badly as she did:

?a lot of girls would love that. He?s committed if he wants to make you a ?goddess? ?. Nicky frowned. ?Yeah, I get that. He wasn?t trying to hurt me. But I thought he knew better than to think I would like that. Nicky paused, and then added sadly ?I didn?t think he was like that?. Allie replied ?Nick, you?ve always been so na?ve. It?s a dog-eat-dog world. I should know, I?ve been in a prodigan?s mouth?. ?You?.what? Really?? Nicky replied incredulously. ?Yeah. Look, I know what you?ve been through. I know you?ve had bad experiences with prodigans, but the tiny woman-big guy thing has appeal????and that?s why I am not surprised about Travis. It seems pathetic because he?s on our level. When it?s a prodigan?.? Allie bit her lip seductively ?you just can?t help it.? She went further. ?When you were abused by those prodigans, they were female. That?s different?. Nicky sighed. It was true and it still haunted her.

?..

It had been during spring break senior year of High School. Some drunk Prodigan college girls had wandered into the brobi territory of the coast. She?d been out on the beach with her boyfriend at the time, the hotel just behind them. It was dusk and very romantic. He was a dream for a lot of girls, he was very macho and buff but did have a more sensitive side that she saw. They had advanced warning, a little bit. These were drunk college girls on spring break, and they were giant, so they were very loud. They?d of course scrambled to get up off their towels and run away from the coming girls, but they weren?t fast enough. One of them saw them, and in her drunkenness walking on the sand, was so distracted that she lost her footing and toppled forward. Nicky had to watch as her boyfriend, someone she viewed as a strong protector figure, turned to a bloody pulp under the knee of this big-tittied blonde bimbo. Another girl, slightly less inebriated, scooped up Nicky and stuffed her down her bra. She was to be kept as a pet. She remembered in a delirium that the girls messed with the hotel, which stood only about 2 feet to them. Eventually, one of them squatted over it and pissed on it.  This brought back up the horrible memories from her incident with Travis.

Nicky, then 18 years old, had been kept as a pet of the college bimbo for a few weeks. She was kept in a cardboard box and fed scraps. She was made to do pointlessly humiliating things like when the girl (named Gillian) bathed, she would have to scrub her tits. The bitch had made sure that she soaped them up before she placed Nicky on them, and she frequently slide dozens of feet (brobi scale) and splashed into the bathtub water. Gillian would often watch her struggling to stay afloat and laugh, leaving her to struggle until it was almost too late. After Gillian had dried herself off, but little Nicky was still soaking, she would drop her in her pubic hair and tell her to use them to dry off. And sometimes Nicky?s movement would get Gillian wet, defeating the point. But it was mindlessly cruelty. None of that mattered.

Nicky was eventually saved. When Gillian went home from her college town to her hometown in May at the end of the school year, she lived with her boyfriend. He was a slightly nerdy but physically attractive guy. He was also a few years older than Gillian- around 24, and a grad student. One of the first days back, Gillianand him took a romantic dip in their jacuzzi. Gillian had stuffed her in her bikini top. She told her boyfriend she had a surprise. That surprise was, you guessed it, little Nicky. She placed her on her wet tit and Nicky, by that point exhausted and scarred for life, lost her footing and plummeted towards the scalding water. Gillian?s boyfriend, perhaps on pure impulse, or an impulse of mercy, grabbed her before she hit the water, saving her life. She remembered looking up at him in terror, and for a split second he looked benevolently down on the girl in his hand. He then looked over at Gillian. ?I thought I told you not to do this. Where did you get her??. Gillian told him, and within a few hours she had been dropped back off at the Brobi resort from which she?d been taken a month earlier.

??.

Nicky snapped out of her daydream and tried to comprehend what her sister had just said. Right, sites for hookups with prodigans. But they?re safe. It?s like BDSM. Nicky frowned slightly. ?I don?t know about all that. But there is one prodigan guy I want to meet again?..

Nicky would’ve normally been pretty weirded out by her sister’s admission of this preference for larger men. But she now knew her own boyfriend got off on being larger, and she figured there were women who got off on being smaller. Personally, she wasn’t so sure. But she felt that she was slipping; that she was going to relapse into alcoholism (at least) on account of Travis’ strange and violent behavior. She knew many years ago that she had been saved by a prodigan male. It was tempting to try and romanticize it- the giant saving her. But it took no sacrifice from him. All it took was a few minutes of conflict with his ditzy girlfriend. She knew that two things- perhaps meeting him would inspire you to not throw away the opportunity he’d given her. Second, if she was going to get into different-size dating- it needed to be someone she trusted.  She was about ready to tell her sister she wanted to go through with different-size dating. But little did she know, it would come to her….

……

Most of us microputians didn’t give a lot of thought to the larger races. There were exponentially fewer members of each race the larger they got. We were geographically isolated from them. I was not one of those people. Beaches were always the most dangerous for size-interactions, as they were a more finite land area. There were fewer landmarks. People got separated. When I’d been a kid, I’d sort of wandered away from my parents on the beach. I’d journeyed about 1/3 of a mile in our terms, or about 25 feet in Lilliputian (the next largest race) distance. I did encounter a lilli, but I’d been saved. A 30-something woman, a mom, on a “girl’s weekend” with her girlfriends. I’d stayed with her for several days. I was so young I couldn’t really tell her where I was from. But she’d figured it out, by contacting microputian police (after my parents reported me missing) and through her mercy I was reunited with my parents. It obviously had an effect on my subconscious. As I’d hit adolescent, I found myself always looking at size-related soft-core and hard-core porn. It was hard to tell the difference between what was real and what wasn’t. There wasn’t much of a financial incentive for the larger races to produce material for the smaller ones. But sometimes, when you’d see a giant babe demolish a city, you could tell CGI was too expensive to be that good. Those were always a gem to find. If you wanted engagement in comments sections and forums, it was wise to use a VPN. You didn’t want to get killed if they decided to pay you a visit.

When we’d been kidnapped and sold, it was just my luck that it was to a guy. We’d been stuffed into a gym locker and had to watch nightly as he “fucked, killed, married” a civilization (which in reality usually meant all 3 were destroyed). He’d always whip out his dick and masturbate over one, sit on another, and then harass some poor microputian woman via his headset for the third (making her shake her tits, masturbate or beg him). If she did a good job, her civilization would be stuffed back into the locker. If not, he’d crush it just like the others. We all knew we’d “be up” one day. We were just a city, not 100% self-sufficient, and we knew vital supplies in our isolation in the locker. There was rationing of food and electricity, and public transport stopped. The government-imposed curfews. Some people just migrated to government shelters as I did. A few times we got a perfect view of what the giant was doing. As many of us tried to ignore it, I could see a woman one bed over from me fingering herself, clearly trying to cover it up. “I hope he ‘marries’ you. You’ll save us all” I quipped.

When the day came, we were lucky. We were positioned to be in the “marry” category. We watched the destruction of 10 million people, before he came to us. But then she appeared. A nice-looking petite blonde. His girlfriend. She tried to get him to stop. But he attacked her and she bumped them. Causing mass earthquakes. Then, she’d been forced to piss on them, causing a destruction of most of the civilization. He lived in the most elevated part of the civilization, and it was the furthest from the giant/giantess. It’d been like slow motion. Like something out of Disney/Marvel CGI, the piss had made an arc across the sky, and crashed down like a bomb. It wiped away most of the city, As she struggled, the main stream kept obliterating more and more of the land. It happened so fast, and it was assumed the piss levels would overtake them, or they’d be hit by the main stream. Its stream was a mile wide. But in less than a minute it was over. Everyone in the shelter exhaled, they’d survived. The giantess stormed out, followed by the giant.

But it got worse. There was further destruction and the remaining survivors died when the janitor tossed our piss-drenched civilization into the trash. We’d been slung into a dumpster, presumably. Somehow, although I had blacked out and emerged bruised and bloodied, I’d survived. One of the few structures that remained was an old chapel. Naturally, I gravitated towards it, looming off in the distance. When I arrived I saw another person there. It was a woman, and although she was disheveled (as I was) I could tell she was extremely beautiful. She had glossy brown hair and a perfect hourglass figure. She was clearly in shock. I walked over to her and sat down next her. She said nothing. It was rare for me to have human contact now, and I imagined she was the same. “I failed us” she murmured. I said nothing, letting her continue. “I was the girl. The ‘married’ one. Now everyone’s dead”. Could it be? I had an idea. “Sweetie, do you have your phone? You can save us again, if we can get in contact with that giantess. She can save us”.

Late in the evening, when Nicky was asleep in bed, and Travis was at work, she was awoken by a ringing noise. It wasn’t coming from her phone. She wiped her eyes and fumbled for the lamp switch. It was 10:30 PM in the evening. She was a little bit irritated, but assumed it was an emergency. She eventually located the noise. It was coming from Travis’ dresser. She opened the top drawer and found the headset. The same headset that she’d seen him with the night he tortured that civilization. Uh-oh. She put it on and figured out how to answer. “Hello” she said groggily. A male’s (my) voice answered. I’m sure I sounded apprehensive. “Are you Nicky”. “Yes….and who are you?”. “I’m Lucas, and I’m…I’m a Microputian. I’ll cut to the chase, you saved a few of us, and we want you to save us again”. Nicky froze. He was trying to be polite. To butter her up. She didn’t think of herself as saving anyone. She couldn’t even picture it. She just liked to think it happened quick. They were all vaporized by her torrent, a mile wide to them. But now, it was clear, that didn’t happen. There were survivors. There was suffering. It made her blood boil. Her voice cracked “there are survivors?”. I spoke again: “Yeah. Uh, it wasn’t all your boyfriend. We got tossed in the garbage shortly after that. And I presume we are in the dumpster outside the gym. The girl that was being messed with, she, uh, survived, and had the headset number. I knew it was connected to the Prodi grid”. “Your grid is destroyed?” she immediately regretted saying that. Of course it was. Of course it was. “Well, I’ll come by and try and search for you. From there, I don’t know….” she trailed off. I knew she was worried about her murderous boyfriend. “I’ll give you to my sister until we figure out what to do”. I could tell she felt bad and just wanted to help. And I was turned on. “If she looks anything like you, I won’t mind. Either of you can do what you want.  Not a bad way to go….”. It didn’t go over well. “I killed millions. The fact that it got your little dick hard isn’t consolation to me”. Shit. If it was spunk I would’ve found it hot.

She arrived about 30 minutes later. It was something she didn’t want to do, to go dumpster diving. But Nicky fancied herself of someone with a moral compass. She still had the headset. She had to be careful. She was in her dirty jeans and a tattered gray shirt.  She wanted to slowly remove each bag until I felt the shift and after which she could retrieve them. But she had to be careful. She couldn’t help but feel it was absurd. After a solid half an hour of searching she’d found us. She delicately retrieved the tray containing my civilization. I saw her piercing blue eyes, miles wide staring down at us. I was gushing. “Thank you, oh thank you”. But as I said that. The line went dead.

.......

The absurdity of it all struck Nicky. There were very few survivors. Their quality of life was horrible. That tiny guy was pathetically lusting after her, and he was turned on. She realized the smaller races understood their place. It was just natural, just as it was natural for the larger ones to enjoy their size. Her fiancée was into it, her sister was into it, and a lot of tinies were into it.  And she wanted to save her relationship. All in all, she was swimming against the current. She placed the tray with the civilization on the ground. She stepped back, slowly removing her shoes and socks. Her pale feet emerged. “I’m doing you a favor” she said, her pretty face visible over the swell of her generous bust. “and I’m not sorry”. With that, she raised her leg, and her foot rapidly crushed the remains of my ruined civilizations. She tossed the remains back in the dumpster. She pulled out her phone and googled where to buy more microputians. She then called Travis. “Travis, I have a surprise, and I think you’ll like it….”

THE END.