Sweat glistened across the bronze sea of Taylor’s skin, worn fingers rubbed her eyes while she reclined further into the plush couch. Another day had rushed by. Another day of filing papers and preparing for new court matters, though these tasks became all the more laborious with the lingering doubt of Drew’s safety. Another day of pumping iron, she should be on cloud nine having achieved a personal record on her squat today. Yet, that worry overhang her, life had been a blur of events recently. Not to mention the peculiar companion she had adopted – Austin.

Speaking of which, she leant over the side of the couch and fiddled with the zip to her gym bag, inside Austin lay curled up on a sweaty rag. The tiny man had a curious obsession with her scent, since yesterday he had insisted on being somewhere near her or her used clothing at all times, he had even slept in the large sneakers that adorned her feet last night. Taylor couldn’t help but imagine how overpowering the stench of her perspiration would be, Drew used to complain about it, and he’d at least been a decently manageable height.

Pulling the sub from her bag, the sudden movement shook him awake as Taylor let him roll between her rock-solid abs, sweat clung to his skin as he came to a stop. The muscular giant lazily observed the diminished man over her navy sports bra as he rose to his feet within the walls of her abdominals, only recently had she become proud of her abs, previously worried they hadn’t been defined enough.

There was one benefit that came with having Austin around, his tiny size bolstered the confidence she had in her body. The sight of a literal human dwarfed on either side by her looming abs caused her hairs to stand on end. Perhaps one day she would let him scamper around her gigantic Converse while she lifted, so that he could gaze in awe upon her mighty form from a position that would only amplify her size. That would be one hell of a pump. Worries of her narcissism left as she watched him curl into a ball on her warm skin, the fact that he willingly basked in her humid body heat reminded her that would probably enjoy watching her from such an angle. It was difficult to see his actions as creepy when he was the size of a miniscule insect.

“Bit of a sleepyhead today huh?” Taylor’s stomach rumbled with her words, a large finger gradually pressed into his body, compressing him against the taut flesh. “This is a health-conscious household, you can’t just laze around all day,” a smile crept onto her tired face, she needed a bit of fun to brighten her evening. “Come on, get up squirt,” her digit rolled him around briefly before soaring back into the air, Austin’s tiny body remained attached for a short ascent until it came loose and flopped back against her balmy flesh. Watching his tiny form respond to her commands instantly made Taylor see him as little more than a pet.

While the giant was at work, Austin had been sleeping in her stuffed away gym bag, curled up in her cavernous sneaker. Huffing on her thick pheromones for so long had undoubtedly affected his brain chemistry, human brains weren’t meant to be to exposed to such potent aromas. He was hardly complaining though, in their brief time together he’d cast aside any negative rumours surrounding the giants he witnessed stomp through the streets. Especially Taylor, she was truly worthy of his devotion, not only had she saved him from a beating and selflessly provided for him and his needs, but her body and odour was simply perfection.

Taylor noted the tiny man’s lingering gaze up her body, he’s so obsessed with me she thought. “Time for our first exercise!” she proclaimed, her voice taking on the tone of a coach. “Why don’t you do some laps of my abs,” the absurdity in her words was not lost on the brunette, she was big enough for him to get some form of a workout from merely running around on her stomach. As Austin launched into motion and clambered over the protruding lump on her abdomen, Taylor couldn’t help but grin. There was something so entertaining about using her body as a place for someone to workout. While her tiny new companion continued his laps, her mind drifted back to her absent roommate, a random memory struck her, one Sunday a few weeks after Drew had lost his job with his father.

***

“I’m sooo bored,” Taylor’s cheek rubbed against the doorway to Drew’s room, she was donned in casual afternoon attire – shorts, and a tank top.

“Okay. Awesome,” Drew didn’t raise his head from the book he was buried in.

Creaking floorboards drew his attention from the words on the page as his lumbering roommate who stood over double his height was ‘sneaking’ across his room.

“Taylor…” he uttered, slowly closing the book.

THUMP

The brunette giant’s weight settled with a weighty thud dampened by the fabric of his bedsheets as she landed with her hips across his lap, her arms and legs hung over the width of the bed.

A strained wheeze escaped Drew as Taylor’s heavy mass forced out any air he had trapped within. “Taylor,” he paused to take a strained breath that was stained by her body odour, “get the fuck off me.”

“You can just push me off, can’t you?” the giant wriggled her hips as she laughed, it had been a couple of weeks since Drew shrunk and he had begun to slip back into his regular mood, and in this time, she had found out how thoroughly enjoying it was to mess with him now.

Drew’s tiny hands launched into her side; his palms barely made a dent in Taylor’s solid flesh. The muscular mounds of her ass also caused a great deal of embarrassment for the small man, he had to do everything in his power to not stare at the globes that swelled inches from his face.

Taylor’s voice cut above her friend’s humiliating grunts of exertion, “C’mon, you’ve never done hip thrusts before?” All she got in return was a mocking sneer. “Ohhh, I forgot you’ve never even been to the gym.”

“Fuck off-“

Before he had a chance to continue, Taylor’s weight rolled sideways until her butt covered his torso, with the curvature snugly fit under his chin. Warmth spread from his stomach to his cheeks as his arms were pinned to the side by his encompassing friend. A piercing toot rumbled across his skin, sending Drew into a state of shock as he processed his roommates’ point-blank passing of gas. Pathetic fists pounded into her back and leg as his frustration peaked.

Taylor suddenly shot up as she fell against the wall, her face red with laughter. “Your fault for ordering GYG last night,” she managed to get out between wheezing giggles.

“I seriously hate you,” a pillow followed his words, hitting the wall next to her head. With his forearm protecting his nostrils, Drew demanded, “get out of my room you psycho.”

***

Drew kicked his legs up against the glass wall of his previously occupied jar, a sombre smile crept across his face as he recalled one of Taylor’s many pranks and her indecent level of hygiene, it was times like these where he truly missed her presence.

He had been left in the dust by Casey since early this morning, she hadn’t said a word to him after hearing his frantic plea for help. Instead he was dumped away in his forsaken crystal home and forced to observe warped perspectives of the raven giant as she got ready for the day, there was an uncomfortable lack of music that usually accompanied her morning routine. Casey was dressed in a more casual outfit rather than her work gear, with the common factor of her boots of course. A slam of the door signified her departure, still no words exchanged between the two. The electrifying intensity that hung in the air dissipated upon her exit.

Hours had passed since she left, leaving Drew to withstand the rollercoaster of emotions that rode through him. First had come the relief of being left alone, soon followed by the despair of his master plan falling through, his efforts over the last few days had been for naught and he desperately needed a break. Letting his eyes flutter shut, Drew blocked out the deafening head noise that plagued his mind and attempted to use his newfound inner peace to mull over mundane memories. The rise and fall of his chest lessened in intensity as the scene set itself.

***

A billowing cloud of smoke wafted out of Taylor’s mouth; the joint looked a little small in her meaty hands. “Nah, but I could definitely take four of you in a fight.”

“Look I’ll give it to you for three, but four?” Drew reached for the lit paper, “if there’s four of me, we’re gonna be working in perfect sync, we’ll take your legs out and pin you down.” The two shared a knowing look and burst into laughter.

As their snickers came to a halt, Taylor bragged, “dude my leg is like twice as wide as you, there’s literally no chance.” The living room shook as the brunette giant raised and dropped her legs on the coffee table, she wasn’t wrong, one of her beefy legs easily outsized him.

Drew took a long drag, and locked his steely eyes against hers, “it’s not about the size of the dog in the fight, it’s about the size of the fight in the dog. Or something like that.” Another round of laughter followed. Pot and useless banter, a classy way to end a stressful week, he could always count on Taylor to raise his spirits.

“If you’re so confident, let’s have an arm wrestle,” said the brunette giant as retracted her legs and leaned forward, her arm outstretched.

The midget man ashed the joint and got to his feet, clasping his hand inside his friend’s much larger palm, “okay, but I get to use both arms and I get to stand up.”

Taylor’s knees hit the floor in front of their coffee table with resounding thuds that shook the floorboards beneath Drew’s feet. “Wow, so you want it to be even more embarrassing when you lose?” Her calloused grip tightened around his little hand, eliciting several yelps from him.

“Ow! Stop, we haven’t even started yet,” wrapping his hands around her knuckles, he set his feet back ready to heave on the burly forearm. Locked in an iron grip and gazing along her thick arm, his victory began to look doubtful. “Ready… Go!” He shouted. Instantly, Drew was met with the weight of a concrete foundation as he put all his effort into manoeuvring the giant hand to the table.

“You can do better than that, I’m barely even trying,” her words were accompanied by an arrogant flex of her bicep. Taylor’s blue eyes met his miraculous amount of effort with a sparkling gleam.

Veins pulsed out of his neck as he leaned back in another meagre bout of strength. “What are you some kind of fucking gorilla?”

“I’m King Kong bitch!” Taylor proclaimed as she slammed Drew’s arms against the table, his comparably effeminate hands were yanked down with buttery ease.

Drew blew a strand of hair that fell over his panting but smiling face, “it’s shocking how corny you can be sometimes.”

***

The golden glow of the sun began to hit the far wall of Casey’s room, lighting up the array of posters. Longing to be back with his friend, Drew rolled over in his glass prison, his finger circling minute details in the imperfect jar floor. As the days rolled by, he believed more and more that he would never see her again, especially after his last attempt, he had no cards left to deal.

Slight rattling could be felt beneath him as someone arrived home, the loud thumps could be none other than Casey and her thick treaded boots. The white door swung open, and the black-haired girl strode across the room, each step rattling the jar further.

“Susan isn’t home yet, right?” Casey’s usually expressive voice had little variation in tone.

“Uhh, I don’t think so,” he squeaked back, that electrifying intensity had returned to the room.

She shifted slightly, the beating of his heart quickened in pace as she matched his stare through the warped glass, “you think?”

The way her words dripped with venom caused a swift correction, “no, she hasn’t.”

A sound of acknowledgement escaped her, a plastic bag with a logo from a local department store landed beside him as her attention lifted. Turning on her heels, the giant once again made her way out of the room.

Casey’s earlier words rung in his ears, I’m gonna shrink that bitch. Was she really going to attempt it? And where would that leave him. It’s not like she was self-sustainable without the financial support of her parents, at least not in her current bracket. Yet, the pure conviction with which she spoke convinced him otherwise. One thing he had learned about Casey was, she always got her way, and he was scared of what that meant for him.

The familiar roar of Susan’s car puttered out in the driveway. Drew got to his feet and pressed his ear against the glass wall, hoping to catch the upcoming confrontation or whatever was to follow, his mind was ablaze with theories as to what Casey’s plan was once her mother came inside. A screaming match, a fist fight, a battle of wits, he was convinced it could be anything after seeing such deep-rooted determination locked behind her glazed emerald eyes.

Painstaking minute after minute passed until he heard the familiar muffled thunk of the front door, devoid of any noise, an eerie silence had overwhelmed the house. The background hum of the innerworkings of their home was put to rest by the silence. That was until an ear-splitting screech rang out. Closely followed by a thunderous quake.

What had Casey done?