Drew tiredly reached out to the eye level silver doorknob and closed his eyes; it had been a long day. He hoisted up the shopping bag on his left so that it wouldn’t drag along the floor and twisted the handle with a weary sigh.

Ever since his dad’s company went bankrupt and hundreds of jobs had to be cut, including his own, his life had gone in a downward spiral, sure it’s not like he had to work particularly hard for it but to go from earning an easy, steady salary to flipping burgers at a local McDonald’s it was an unwelcome shift in his lifestyle.

Not to mention the new stature that came with his diminished net worth, he had gone from being able to meet a stranger’s eye to timidly apologising as he pushed past the hips of comparatively huge patrons at the supermarket. A quick memory flashed in his mind of an obviously spoilt, rich group of 12-foot teenager girls adorned head to toe in high fashion as they snickered behind him as he struggled to lift his small bag of groceries off the counter without spilling them everywhere

“Need any help with that little fella?” one of them taunted as she bent over and pinched his bag between two fingers and held it well above his head, earning another round of laughter from her friends. The thought of a 16-year-old girl towering over him sent shivers down his spine.

Drew tutted to himself as he cursed the size tax system, a bullshit scheme to try and soften the blow to richies for having to pay increased taxes.

Cardboard boxes packed with his old regular sized possessions were stacked up near the entrance to his apartment, Drew’s shift in height had forced him to change his possessions to a more manageable size, he was adamant on keeping them in case he could find a way back into his old tax bracket. However, with his new job he was struggling to make rent and decided it was for the best to sell his belongings to keep himself afloat, there was no way in hell he was going any lower than three feet. With his mind adrift Drew failed to notice his roommate’s large pair of gym sneakers that were strewn over the ground.

“Gah!” He exclaimed as he fell in a cluttered heap, his groceries spilled out onto the messy floor. Drew’s nostrils flared up as the fresh smell of sweat hit him, a dirty white Adidas sneaker that was the length of his arm greeted him with its mouth wide open. Gross, she must have only just gotten home from a workout.

“You alright?” Came a concerned feminine voice from the kitchen down the hall.

The sound of the fridge door closing was interrupted as the ground beneath Drew came to life, dull sounding thuds shook the floorboards as his roommate came to his rescue.

“I’m fine Taylor, just watch where you throw your shit,” he said with an irritated tone.

Two long sock-covered feet came to a rest before him, sending a powerful jolt through his body. With each step closer the floorboards groaned under her weight, while imperceptible to her it was glaringly obvious to the diminished Drew.

His gaze shifted upwards as he took in the sight of his Amazonian-like roomie, large supple calves lead into thick filled out quads covered in tight workout shorts, Taylor had taken up powerlifting somewhat recently and the effects were evident. Her long legs were firm and strong, yet still maintained a feminine softness to them. One hand rested on a defined hip while the other lazily grazed over her flat stomach that was showing signs of a developing six pack. Eventually Drew reached her eyes, peering over the swell of her breasts, a striking blue stood out in contrast to her dark brunette hair that was tied up in a bun with bangs cresting the side of her face.

Even before he shrunk, Taylor was taller than him, standing at around six feet she had a couple of inches on him. However from an angle like this was a different story, she looked like she could be in contention for the world’s strongest woman with meaty, muscular limbs like hers, at least maybe before 50-foot women became a thing.

“Sorryyy, I’m just not used to you being so small yet, I didn’t even think about it,” Taylor apologised, she meant well, but it was difficult adjusting to living with a man the size of a toddler even if it had been almost three months.

Wooden floorboards continued to whine under her weight as she lowered herself down into a squat, her powerful legs stretched her shorts out to their limit. She placed her large, calloused hands under his armpits and easily hoisted him up to his feet. She couldn’t help but stifle a smirk, he had become lighter than the weights she so effortlessly tossed around at the gym, he really was like a small child.

“Thanks…” he grumbled, clearly annoyed by the overstepping of boundaries, Drew wished he could get mad at Taylor, but she had already been so accommodating and standing in front of her he felt like he’d be in trouble if he said the wrong thing, he shuddered just thinking about what she could do to him at their current sizes. She wasn’t only much taller than him now, but also much wider, with arms to his side he was comfortably thinner than her broad hips. It was humiliating, having to stare up at someone you would normally consider your equal like a begging puppy, it was better than staring into her sweaty crotch at least.  

“It’s alright dude, I was just starting dinner if you wanna join,” she offered.

“Sure,” he sighed, “that would be great,” he’d had a shitty day and the last thing he wanted to do was be stressed in his own home.

“Sweet, well let’s get into it,” she happily said with a pep in her voice, Taylor spun on her heels.

Drew was suddenly reminded that she hadn’t had a shower yet as her round ass waved itself in front of his face and threw a wave of ass-soaked stench directly into his nose, in the name of politeness he held back a gag.

As he began to pick up the scattered grocery items, he noticed how they seemingly vibrated with each of her heavy steps, what a ridiculous situation, he truly was living with a giant.

A new challenge had presented itself to Drew as he reached the kitchen bench and realised that he wouldn’t be able to lift his shopping bag above his head without spilling them everywhere.

“Do you think you could help me put this up here,” he sheepishly muttered, a pang of shame hitting him, he felt pathetic.

“Wow you really are little aren’t you,” she joked, as she tried to make light of the situation.

“You’re observant,” he replied, as he turned around to face her and lifted his hands to give her the bag.

Without thinking, she approached him and grabbed the plastic bag, her large feet coming to a stop on either side of his own,  it was almost comedic the margin in which they dwarfed his. His heel was in line with her toes and the rest of his foot only reached a touch over halfway along the arch of her foot. Drew couldn’t help but feel a sense of awkwardness as she stood so close to him, her huge body radiated warmth and offered no escape.

“Ooooh nice, you got some more bananas,” she said from above as she pulled them out of the shopping bag and began to lean over Drew and place the fruit into the ceramic bowl in the middle of the table.

That feeling of claustrophobia increased tenfold as Taylor’s sweat soaked shorts came within centimetres of his face, he lifted his hands up to try and push her away but was met with solid resistance. His feeble fingers sank slightly into her thighs before he was met with firm muscle, he may as well have been trying to push a brick wall away. The rest of her quads stretched out around, boxing him in, he was probably barely wider than one of her legs.

“Taylor,” he squeaked out, the situation finally sinking in, panic setting in his voice, “you’re too close to me!”

She abruptly shot back up and took a step back, “oh shit sorry, I thought I’d be able to just reach over you,” she admitted, “guess you’re not as small as I thought,” she added with a smile.

“Ha, yeah,” he said, avoiding her eye. All he could think about was how badly he wanted her to have a shower.