Blyke Pensworth. A 24, almost 25 year old college graduate, was a normal human from earth. He was on the average size for a human at 5 foot 7 inches and on the slightly lean side. He latched on to a desire to learn, to innovate and create from a young age. He was a passionate bloke who once lacked fear for the unknown. Sadly, as he grew older he found himself lost in life. Lost in the endless abyss of infinite possibilities, and the restrictions society imposed for those trying to rise up from their place. 

What would he do If his life continued to be? The answer was probably nothing. He would work a dead end job, doing dead end work trying to rack up experience to finally earn a decent buck. A classic tale that many people his age may even relate to. Blyke was a man who lost his ambition in the endless work cycle of adulthood, and its brutal unforgiving system.

‘So… How did I end up like this?’ He wondered, quiet within the alarmed depths of his own mind. 

Above him was a finger, an enormous pillar of flesh and dead skin cells descending down onto him gently. Not fast enough though to trigger his sense of dread or even evoke fear as an array of panic. Instead it was slow. Gentle was probably too nice of a term for what was coming down on him, considering the segments of her fingers were slightly larger than the size of his head. ‘Perhaps unnerving would be best fit?’ he briefly contemplated at the approaching segment of skin.

 *Thump-* 

A gentle nudge, a small uneven push of pressure was dealt onto his groin, legs and hips yet again, all together at once indiscriminately due to the size difference. This rather pushy play had been continuing for about 8 to 10 minutes for Blyke. As he was quite literally having his buttons pressed by Lena, the goddess who had declared him her partner for life. By sheer comparison, she was a size that reduced Blyke to quite a large insect, she towered over his form. It was as if he was a doll or a small figurine. Where if not for his own voice, his own input of desire, he would be completely helpless to defy the giant having her way with him. 

Her fingers pressed down, applying nodes of pressure in successive waves. It was like a rhythm where he simultaneously felt the pain but was too wrapped around in pleasure to pay it any mind. 

The tiny man could feel his member rising, excited in the sheer power Lena had over him. At the fact she was in charge of both his body and life. She blew her breath down on the miniscule man who laid atop her palm, right where he belonged. Her squishy skin only pulled down slightly, until her own fingers pushed downward at Blyke. Forcing him onto the sweaty surface of her skin. Whilst by no means did Lena smell, he was captivated, perhaps even hypnotised by the stench of the sweat present on her palm. Overpowering his nose, that scent quickly overtook his senses. Diminishing his own rational thought. Before he could have any rest, or even a moment's chance of withdrawal to recover from the overwhelming stimuli around him, Lena then began blowing down her breath. Her weak blow gave out a gentle wind for Blyke, that wind carrying an endless amount of pheromones that made it far more difficult for the tiny to rest. Blyke was enthralled in a gentle pleasure, the kind that left a man seeking more and more, so much so he even paid the pungent, awful smell of her breath no mind.

 He felt physically captured, remarkably small and now was figuratively dancing atop the palm of Lena’s hands, right to her desire. 

“L-lena. Ple-” Blyke began speaking, but was cut off due to his own sense of indulgence being overwhelmed. He struggled to even beg, to even plead now. He had figured that Lena wouldn’t take no for an answer, considering that an ample amount of time had passed since they last had ‘fun’ together.  However, he wasn’t expecting this level of neediness from the giantess. Still, beg and resist as the little man might, he certainly wasn’t complaining. 

“Alright. Easy does it now.” Lena suddenly shifts her palm up towards her face. Facing Blyke right next to her mouth.

“Oh god no.”  Were the immediate thoughts that rushed to Blyke’s mind. He vividly remembered the scene of another tiny getting consumed into the humid void known as his wife’s mouth. A scene he attributed much to getting swallowed up in a blackhole. Where once you were in, that was it. Your thoughts, your existence, the very matter that made up your being were lost inside. Never to return. He remembered the sounds of screaming and begging, where finally silence was achieved as that stray tiny was trapped behind the  muscular folds of her lips. Funnily enough, he himself also gulped shakily at the mere thought of the event.

“I’ve gone too long without a little smooch action.” 

 Lena gently hinted, her breathing directly hitting Blyke in the face, no, on to every side of his body. There was no escape from her mouth, now standing in front of her rosy pink lips. While the diminutive man was larger than each individual fold, her lips could just easily nibble on his body and forcibly drag him inside to her oral cavity, perhaps in a slurping motion as if consuming Blyke like a noodle. Such thoughts ran rampant within Blyke’s mind at thunderous speeds as he panicked at Lena’s sudden insinuation. She suddenly opened her mouth, slightly, and a wave of air escaped.

*Sigh* 

 As Lena breathed out from her mouth, an unpleasant odour escaped from her mouth. Blyke could smell it as it ran into his vicinity, it was her breath. 

Lena closed her eyes, puckering up her lips and perking them forward. As if waiting for an expectant kiss. The ground beneath Blyke drew closer to her lips, before becoming directly adjacent to her mouth. Her own palm adjusted itself to allow Blyke to kiss her. At just the right height. He was a fair bit taller now after all, no longer did Lena need to do everything for him with him being the size of a small cup. In fact, she felt a strong urge to allow Blyke to initiate the kiss himself, for him to take a brief moment of charge. Her soulmate was approximately 8 cm now (3.15 inches) relative to her, so she purposely lowered the height of her palm to rest and match a bit below her chin. It aligned perfectly well, as infront of Blyke were the supposed void he was so afraid of, that being the gateway to her stomach. Her luscious lips.

He stood there, at a loss for words and actions. He knew what Lena wanted, but was unsure if he felt ready for it. Still though, he appreciated that Lena gave him the choice, rather than being forceful. He stared head on to the enormous pair of lips. The tiny felt like he was holding onto Pandora's box, where right in front of him was an indescribable temptation and a scorching lust he struggled to resist, which were hidden behind his initial fears. He could decide to stop right then and there, be done with the entire ordeal and finish their ‘little fun’, for afterward he knew there would be no break… 

“Well… Fuck. It’d be one hell of a let down now if I didn’t… Right?” He silently accepted. 

He walked forward, nervousness evident in his shaky and hesitant stride, as he passed down the palm of her hand. Eventually her lips loomed right in front of him. He couldn’t help but comment mentally on the warmth he felt from her every breath.  As a result of being right under her nose.

“Wait, how do I even go about this… Uh.”

 He wondered, quickly coming to a pitfall as he realised the size difference would make for an awkward kissing experience. Any kiss Lena and Blyke had done prior was when Blyke possessed a smaller body, which led to Lena taking charge and pushing him towards into her lips, as if it were playful fun. Now, he was confused as to what to do.

There was a brief moment of hesitance, of silence as the man pondered and explored his options. Seconds passed that felt like an eternity.

“Fuck it, just dive head in.” 

He gave in, and plunged his head to the small gap created by the crevice of Lena’s two soft lips. 

She felt a sudden, smooth sensation of flesh entering the area between her lips. She didn’t push forward or shift her palm towards her mouth in an attempt to smother Blyke. She simply waited for her little man to go at his own pace.

Blyke felt his entire head get swallowed by a slightly wet, yet so slightly dry environment. The inner folds of her individual lips were drenched in a sticky saliva coat, but the outside segments were dry. Her breath was now directly impeding his sense of smell, completely enveloping him in a sultry wind that reeked of sulphur and bacteria.

“MMMHHMMmmm…” She smooched, kissing her man. Her lips were folding and almost suffocated the man as he was drawn inward to them.  Blyke began to lose control of his own urges from here on. Intoxicated to the sight in front of him.

It was as if in a wrestling match where he was pinned down against his will, he struggled for freedom as he pulled away from her lips. However he was drawn back in by the sheer lust he came to possess. Her rosy folds came and nibbled on him, sending sensations akin to being crushed without the pain or danger. It was soft, scary but delightful. Lena was having fun, she was enjoying playing with her man as she treated him as food and to lover. 

Blyke himself was beginning to be drenched in saliva. Coated in the sticky, slightly viscous fluids of his wife. It housed a horrendous kick, an abysmally putrid stench. But in his lust filled state, Blyke could not have cared less. The pheromones were kicking in, and it seemed neither he or Lena wanted to stop.

Almost immediately after, a stronger and more sticky sensation was felt by Blyke. In front of him was a massive pink muscle coated in saliva. It was Lena’s tongue. As if heading into a passionate trance, Lena had brought out her tongue. 

As for Blyke, despite his newly found impressive size, still felt tiny when next to such a thing. His hand was the first to make contact with her overwhelmingly sensual organ of taste. He felt her saliva coating his hand, going all the way up to his wrist. Before he knew it. His hand was stuck in place, fixated like newly set cement. It was impossible for the weak human to free himself.

“A-ahhhh!” Blyke internally screamed, at the sudden helplessness he felt, his voice was raised up by multiple octaves. The viscosity of the saliva was like having his hand coated with honey, except to the point he couldn’t move. Before he knew it, the tongue extended outward more. Aiming for his head next. 

From their many prior discussions, Blyke was aware of the nature of Lena’s body, to be naturally capable of trapping tiny beings in any way. He was already familiar with the concept of ‘soulmates’ but this was entirely new to him. He wasn’t expecting it so suddenly, or even at all.

“L-Lena! Wait!-” He pleaded, however he was already too late. The sticky outer layer of her tongue had captured his head, the adhesive saliva clung tightly to his head, in absolute refusal to let go. For Blyke himself, the right side of his head, his cheek and all all were glued to Lena’s tongue. His mouth was covered by the tenacious muscle, preventing any form of communication from him. 

“MHMMHMPH” He muffled on regardless, in vain attempt to call out to his goddess. His fear now rising back in as he was thrown onto yet another sudden, uncomfortable situation. He knew Lena probably didn’t mean any harm, in fact he was sure he was completely safe in the long run, hell worse case scenario he would be revived. Still, that lingering anxiety wasn’t going to die down due to facts and logic. 

The membrane of the gigantic muscle continued extending, before sticking to his torso too. Tagging it along with Blyke’s head, and as an extension, his entire body. The feeling of a mere fly being eaten by a frog came to Blyke’s mind, as he was that fly right now. Completely helpless, in a situation where his fate had been sealed. His input would do nothing, absolutely zilch.  He had rarely considered what it would be like to be eaten whole, as rarely were there any creatures that could do such a feat on earth.

 Perhaps not always happy, he lived a lucky life, in a lucky country. Now, all he could do was to plead helplessly as her tongue contracted back to the den of her mouth. Carrying him along with it, as if he was glued to her tongue.

“Is this what it’s like, to be something akin to the size of a bug?” He wondered. As he had nothing else to do. His mind couldn’t help but explore and wonder in a panic. He was positioned to face forward, towards the pink membrane of her tongue so he wasn’t even blessed with a view of the outside world. He could barely even look to the left, as most of his body had been stuck, from his hand to torso and right side of his head.  He simply waited in ignorant bliss to his fate.

*Smooch* 

In surprise, a kiss was what awaited him. He felt Lena playfully nibble on his entire being with her lips as she pulled his body into her mouth, just slightly engulfing it. Blyke’s face, arms, torso, legs were all stuck to her tongue. However Lena detached the man periodically from her tongue as her kisses became more aggressive. 

 *Smooch*  

She pulled away briefly.

“I love you, my itty bitty, tiny little, adorable thing.”  She cooed.

Only to quickly resume afterward.

 *Smack* 

*Smooch.* 

She utilised the size of her tongue to push around the man to her whim, swirling him around from inside her mouth to back to her palm right outside her lips. She would sometimes stick his head to her tongue just to slide his head back into her lips, all just to kiss him over and over many times more. She slathered her saliva over him, as if to mark him as her own. Drenching him in her stench. The very same honey-like saliva that covered Blyke’s hand now was all over his body. Enveloping around him. It held him in place whilst Lena played with him. Even his own reluctance and fear were being swarmed with lustful thoughts, as Lena’s pheromones came to rupture his sense of angst.

He was no longer a speck, with that meant he was now capable of engaging in more and more of his wife’s desires. 

*Blerugh* 

She spat out her man. Drenched in saliva coat, covered in a viscous liquid that rendered him immobile. He fell out of her mouth and landed on his back, atop the palms of her hand. Looking right up at the lust-filled gaze of Lena. Even with his new size, looking up at a giantesses face from such a short distance left Blyke feeling small. Feeling tiny.

 He couldn’t move, even if not for the saliva. He simply was far too tired now to continue. 

“How was that?” She smugly grinned at Blyke. No matter how tired he was, the tiny man couldn't help but give off a faint, genuine smile back. 

“Awww, too tired to speak? But we’ve only just begun!” She whispered in her loving breath. Which caressed his being, providing a small sense of relief for Blyke. 

Little did he know, his ‘fun’ wouldn’t end for at least a couple more hours.

– – – 

“Ah, heh, ah, huh.”

“*Cough*, Heh… Ah.”

Two voices gasped, exasperation evident in their shortness of breath. Both parties left tired and in need of rest. They were now on top of a dimly lit bedroom. A scented perfume that smelled faintly like roses lingered around in the air, though to Blyke it was hardly noticeable. He had a much more overpowering stench to deal with.

His body, stomach down, was engulfed within a humid, narrow and wet hole. Leaving a fishy scent, it marked him as prey. He could feel Lena’s pulsations from her insides, he could smell her intoxicating scent. He could even hear her heart beating periodically. A warm air of humidity was what defined his immediate surroundings, which he felt was a nice change from the usual cold temperature in Lena’s house.  He was half-way deep into the cavern between her thighs.

This wasn’t his first time. Far from it. His soul form had been trapped within there many, many times by now. However, the sensation of not only seeing, but breathing, hearing and smelling  all were new to him. His soul form had weakened senses compared to his body. So much so, that you could hardly tell scents and feelings of touch at all from one another. And compared to the first time, where Blyke’s size was akin to a dust mite to Lena. He could truly feel what it was like getting pushed into her pussy.

He vividly remembered the first time this happened, back on earth. Confused and scared his puny form back then had nothing it could possibly do to protest. And yet, even with a body far bigger than ever before, he still was struggling. The mucus-like liquid, being the sticky vaginal fluid was filling up his vision. Every second that passed was another second his situation became even more bleak. Still he didn’t scream, perhaps he was far too tired or maybe he simply wasn’t that against it. He just let nature take its course. 

“Mmmhmm.” Blyke heard a quiet, but still very audible moan from Lena. It was slightly muffled, as if she was trying to keep quiet. He could see within his peripheral vision that Lena’s hands were creeping along her crotch region. Sending a daunting message to the little man, that she could push him inside any moment she wanted. All she needed to do was take even a simple, meagre finger to push on top of Blyke’s figure to lead him into the moist cavern. There would be no  possible way for Blyke to resist. 

At first he tried to push away, to rebel against her and escape. It couldn’t be helped at that point, for the poor guy’s sense of fear had taken control of all his rational thought. He had forgotten there was no escaping his wife…

He tried to push away, to kick his legs in protest, to twist and turn. All for naught. As the clamping sensation holding his legs in place became tighter, as her inner walls pushed in together as if to hold him in place.  That was 10 minutes ago, now he simply laid there, resting in place. Both of them were. 

He remembered the sensation of being dragged into her pussy for the first time, it was as if her walls pushed anything and everything inside. Crushing any foreign unwanted materials and securely taking in whatever the goddess wanted. The feeling of being dragged and pushed across her vaginal walls inward to her cervix still was a horrific memory for the man. As it were a looming reminder that his wife was in fact not human, but something far greater. Far grander.  She was a god in human clothing, possessing a different, unique anatomy from any person or thing from earth. 

She could kill anything Blyke knew of in an instant. Completely erase them from existing, and possibly any records of them existing in the first place. That thought scarred the little man, it was a responsibility he never wanted to have. He couldn’t help but be thankful that everything worked out the way it did for the two of them. 

Lena had a new path forward, one detached away from being drunk in her work, or from her love. She could choose to do whatever she wanted now. As for Blyke, he could see that in her new smile, no longer being awkward or tired. No longer obsessive or lost in thought. She seemed to smile earnestly. He didn’t want to deprive Lena of her own identity as a goddess, all he wanted was for Lena to rethink her own path. To do something she would enjoy living for. ‘Afterall, if you’re gonna be immortal. It’d be hella boring if you just slaved away doing something boring.’ He thought. Completely lost in the realm of his thought, he too found himself donning a smile.

“Ready or not, here we go!” He heard his wife’s booming voice. Sudden;y ecstatic and full of energy. He had been given only a brief moment to wonder whether she was done resting before he suddenly felt a strong contraction from around his hip area. 

“Oh shit, it's begun!” 

He thought, before being plunged into her pussy. Full body in deep. Her own vagina’s contractions had gulped him inside, where he was forced to soak in the sticky, viscous fluid enveloped him. He entered foot in first; with above his head being the world of light. Where his only way of escape loomed right in front of him. Or perhaps, what would be presumably his final moments in that world of light before diving in. 

He shook, he moved and struggled. It akin to fighting back from a constrictor snake, where his surroundings only grew tighter the more he resisted. His feeble attempts of escape were met with denial: a single finger of Lena’s descended down, entering her hole and pushing the tiny man inside. As if to ascertain what Lena would consider to be his one true home.

“W-Wait! Mhmmhph-”

The humid, warm, fishy air around him was still bearable. At least until Lena’s finger entered the scene. The moment which it began pushing, Blyke’s nostrils were flooded, both with his goddesses juices and the stench of sweat all around him. To breathe meant to fight for an opportunity, to rebel against the superior being holding Blyke hostage.  Alas though , it was to no avail. His pathetic flailing could only get so far before getting drowned out by the lustful  whims of his wife. The convulsing walls only began tightening and loosening, in quick successions. Creating a motion that seemed to chew up any poor creature doomed to be within the horrific depths of Lena. It was like a gentle crushing feeling for the little man, where the walls donned an everlasting threat to his very existence. Where they could simply come together, tighten up and pulverise him into a gooey mess. Above him, Lena’s finger still lingered, pushing Blyke down even farther.

As he was pushed deeper, he could briefly see the world of light vanishing. As the dark soon engulfed his view, and as Lena’s frisky fingers retreated, he felt himself stuck as her prisoner. 

He was trapped in a hot, humid, sticky and dark hole. It was a familiar scene, but there was no comparison for Blyke with his soul form. Right now, he felt imprisoned in the truest sense. The power Lena lorded over him became more evident in every contraction, struggle and jerk of her inner walls. Which hungrily pushed him deeper inside all by themselves. The sounds of otherworldly goo squelched and stunk, it overpowered Blyke’s fleeting hope of escape. 

“W-Well damn…” He sighed, not physically but mentally as he found himself stuck.

Her fingers were no longer needed, Blyke had succumbed deep enough to the point where any of his hopes of escape were cut off. Like a predator who had captured its prey, Lena’s pussy savoured the current predicament. 

She tried savouring every moment she could. From the momentary wails of Blyke from sheer panic, to imagining  the fear running through his spine, Lena couldn’t help but find herself getting slightly horny. Progressively more and more so as she imagined that eventually Blyke would have to accept his place in the world. Not that it would be of that much inconvenience to the poor man.

“I’ll let him out when I’m done… However long that takes.”

She thought,  in the depths of her mind. Lena herself couldn’t even fathom how long the two had been at it, to her the very concept of time was forgotten as she began succumbing to pleasure. Though, she still had to make sure not to close the cavern between her thighs, else it risked the awful chance of crushing Blyke. Turning his newly formed body into nothing more than a  bloody stain. Whilst she briefly entertained the idea, she steeled herself to stay clear of it. ‘After all, that would result in even more time constructing his next body!’ She believed, slightly half heartedly. 

Whereas for Blyke, he couldn’t even move. If Lena’s saliva held him in place like glue, then his current predicament was many times worse as even air itself was scarce. Her pussy fluids held him in place like a poor fly stuck in a newly formed web. A being that was utterly stuck, frozen in place no matter how much it may strive to escape, was the image stuck in Blyke’s head. He couldn’t help but draw comparisons to the scale of such a creature, especially since both could do nothing but wait for fate to take its course. 

His cheek laid, facing the inner walls of her pussy. Strands of viscous liquid dropped down from the roof of the cavern all around Blyke. He was smothered in the stuff, he couldn’t escape it if he tried. 

He stared at the fleshy walls around him, it wasn’t as if he had a choice in the matter due to being stuck by the sticky juices flowing around. Still, in a feeble and desperate last ditch attempt for freedom. He screamed one last time.

“LENA! L-EAOUT-ET ME O-OUAEO-OUT!” He screamed in a muffled manner, at the top of his lungs. Now properly wailing, as he shouted vehemently. All for nothing he thought. The sound was easily absorbed into the surrounding flesh and meat, very little left of it came bouncing around her pussy. It all resulted in a feeble, helpless sound. While he was dramatising it, it wasn’t as if he was completely opposed to his sticky predicament. Still, his pathetic screech was hardly a scream, let alone a plea for freedom. Blyke thought that this would be it for him for now. 

But then-

“OH Fuck!” The goddess howled, a sudden moan came into existence. What Blyke didn’t anticipate was how his scream itself would have felt.

 The kind of reverberating pleasure Lena had just experienced was as if her little man was a surge of electricity. A pain free explosive burst of energy, right where she needed it. Right at her groin. 

She tightened up her legs, closing them in a sudden uncontrolled manner. As if sealing off the exit from her pussy from any helpless being still trapped inside. The clamping sensation around Blyke was strengthened as the walls came sieging around him. Violating his personal space. 

Lena began flicking around her little bean, her clit. Gently she swirled her fingers around to create a sense of temptation for herself. She wanted to match the struggling pleas of her own little, personal vibrator like this. Every time Blyke would kick the surroundings walls around, or punch or scream. Lena would enter into a new dimension of pleasure. Waves of dopamine and various other hormones would reach their all time peaks as the goddess continued. 

For just a moment, Blyke dawned on the realisation that he was here before in his original body. Back then, he could hardly have recognised anything happening, it would have all just been one collective sea of fluid. Although the environment back then was far drier, if he had to compare. Back then, he was plastered and stuck across her walls when he was pulled in deeper. Now though, it was the very constrictions and contractions themselves that tugged  him in.

Blyke was starting to have trouble breathing, or more accurately at least more so than before. Every mouthful he attempted to breathe in was just instead filled with vaginal fluid. He didn’t even need to breathe thanks to his bodily modifications, but that automatic, rhythmic habit wasn’t going to disappear that easily.

“Ahhw, aw-Ohhhh, Fuck. Yea, just like that.” The titanic being continued as she moaned quietly. Right under her breath.  To her, sexual acts were an experience akin to slow cooking meat. A weird analogy but she liked the initial fun and prep, the atmosphere and the lead up to the climax. It wasn’t a fast paced act for her. 

Sure she enjoyed all such forms of pleasure, but her main source of satisfaction rose not from the act itself, but from the experience instead. 

“ Mhmmm” She moaned under her breath, almost sounding like a mumble. It wouldn’t be that difficult to guess which stage she was at now.

The walls themselves now came crashing in, crushing the tiny man. Not once or twice, but periodically. Matching Lena’s pace. Blyke could hardly even hear his wife now, her voice was drowned out by the walls, the sounds of fluids and her own faint heartbeat. The reality of his situation came clearer every passing second, and he soon came to accept it. At least mentally he tried, emotionally however he was panicking. Just like back when Lena sat on him, he found himself helpless against fate. It was him after all that chose to initiate this play of theirs. 

Every second the walls would come in closer, squish and squeeze his body as it clamped around him, only to release him for a brief couple of seconds.  He knew he would be fine, he would simply be revived. But alas, he was still new to this all. He couldn’t help but to panic, to vent and scream.

“W-Wait sto-” He begged, slightly in agitation.

*CRUSH* 

The walls clamped on, this time sticking together momentarily for longer. Blyke wasn’t sure how he was still even intact, but he could begin to feel the pain start seething in. 

‘Whoops, didn’t mean to go that hard. Sorry dear… I’ll make sure to put you out of your misery now.’

Lena briefly realised, lost in the ever-lasting and bottomless void known as her primal desires, she had accidently gone too hard for just a second. She instead began switching gears, having achieved the slow burn lead up to climax, she was ready to just purely enjoy now.

*CRUNCH* 

“A-AHHHH” Blyke screeched. Unleashing unholy, painful sounds.

The walls clamped on, one hundred fold even harder. She squished her thighs together in an attempt to crush her man as quickly as possible. She figured it would have the same effect as tightening up the walls within her pussy. The moment her thighs came into collision with one another, she could feel Blyke’s entire body inside her completely get crunched.

‘One more time… Bear with me honey.’ 

*THUD* 

Inside the moist cavern within her, the man was squashed into goo. He didn’t stand a chance against the final thud. The walls afterward didn’t even let go of what was their victim. Instead it grated against what used to be his body, completely and utterly reducing it to nothing more than a stain. Afterall, no goddess wanted such large chunky pieces of soulless particles inside her. Their bodily systems simply destroyed such things through crushing, or otherwise. 

“F-fucking finally... Eughh, *HUFF*, Augh.” 

The goddess, in long deep breaths inhaled and exhaled. Her loud exhaustion showed with a low moan. She had done it… She had climaxed. Her bodily hormones had gone through their peaks and were going around for the next few minutes. Keeping Lena’s body twitching in anticipation as her body was beginning to shut down. Her fingers, her arms and legs, even the site of all her pleasure still were quivering with excitement. Waiting for relaxation to hit. To mark the end of their joint fun together.

Brief minutes passed in what felt like seconds. Lena laid atop her bed, at rest. Unable to move, instead allowing her mind back in charge of her actions. She was recovering while thinking. As if in contemplation, before the thought finally hit her-

“Fuuuuck, I shouldn’t have done that.”

For as long as the duration Blyke’s new body had been in action, it was already gone. 

– – – 

“AHHHH!” A tiny man abruptly screamed. “Wha? Where am I? What’s going on?” 

He looked around, in awe of the vastness of his surroundings. A clear and clean air was what he first breathed in. Right as his eyes adjusted to his new environment. Right as his ears could hear sounds again. Where his fading consciousness was revitalised, he was returning to a state of clear thought.

“Oh! you’re  finally up.” He heard a voice, loud and booming. It was a titanic sound, horrific even, but had a tint of familiarity. He looked back to see a familiar sight, but an unfamiliar  size.

“Hey there… Sorry for uh, taking things a little too far there before. I got carried away. You really just hit all the right spots…” The voice beckoned. It was Lena. she was standing, but had bent down to lower her head towards him. “I’m sorry.” She apologised. 

There was just the smallest exchange of silence between them as Blyke processed the sight in front of him.

“ Uh, yeah. No problem. Maybe add a bit more durability to my body next time around...” Blyke replied. “But uh, Why’re you so big now?!” He shouted.

When he stared at his wife. It was as if she was a Kilometre tall (around 1010 yards). From her view though, Blyke was 0.3cm (0.12inch). She soared up to the sky, like watching a skyscraper reach the heavens from the ground, was where he was. At around hip level on the table he was positioned, but he still was lost in the spectacle of her gargantuan size. 

 To Blyke, that only made him think about how tiny humanity truly was.  Of course though, Lena wasn’t as tiny as she was back when landing on earth, and neither was Blyke. Still the idea still remained in his head. That even Lena’s ‘small’ was in fact bigger than any building man has made… Such a thought sent both a cold shudder down Blyke’s spine, and an ethereal sense of awe.

“Uh heh, yeah haha. Since I accidentally crushed you, I didn’t have much time to make a new body. So a tiny one was the quickest.” She answered.

“Didn’t have much time?” Blyke questioned.

“Oh yeah. That’s the good news. Turns out my friend, Aisha, has a position I could work at! I’m meeting up with her in the Centruous galaxy soon. So I’m packing right now to make a trip.” Lena joyfully declared.

“Wait a minute, how much time has exactly passed since I was… uh, y’know.” 

“About one and a half earth days.”

“That long?! Wow… Wait, so are you leaving to that galaxy, uh Centari? Centeri? Cent-” Blyke asked.

“Centruous,” corrected Lena. ” And yeah, I am. But don’t get so down. Obviously I’m not leaving my little hubby here all alone. You’re coming with me!”  

Half expectantly, he let out a playful happy gesture. Raising his fist in glee. Blyke knew she wouldn’t leave him by himself. It wouldn’t have made any sense for her to do so. 

“ Of course I’ve only reviewed the application and the positions so far. After all, we both agreed we would get employed together. I want you to have a look too when we get there.” 

She points to a stack of paper far away from his position of view. Blyke had noticed he was on her dinner table, made of four wooden legs and a cold, hard marble top. The papers were merely on the other side of the table, yet to Blyke it was akin to a trip across the Sahara desert.  What normally was a mere table with dimensions equal to 2x3 metres (2.2x3.3 yard) was now a lengthy walk. When the diminutive man was at least 8cm (3 inches) he could at least fathom the distance. But now, it was as if he was stranded on a long, hard island. 

“What kind of jobs are there?” He asked.

“ It’s a big range. From office jobs to legal stuff, like migration legal work, refugee legal work to research institutes. Really there is a lot there, usually quite hard to get into unless you have connections… Which I just so happened to have.”

“Wow, sweet!” Blyke gleefully cheered.

“Yeah… Seems almost too good to be true. Not to mention our way in, Aisha,” Lena exclaimed, accentuating her friend's name in pronunciation, in a way that seemed almost sarcastic. “Isn’t exactly the biggest legal officer either, or desk worker for that matter. I mean I didn’t ask her what she’s been doing there, but she probably racked in a lot of work from my old job to even get an opportunity… Yeah, that’s gotta be it, there wasn’t really any other way for someone like her.”  Lena mumbled towards the end.

One of the biggest aspects of being a goddess of destruction, of resurrection and divinity; was the access it gave to individuals in the field. Permission was granted to search the silent expanse of unexplored universes, or to join higher up positions or even wreak havoc on poor, helpless planets. What enticed many to Lena’s old occupation was the sheer level of freedom, opportunity and experience it gave to any goddess. With almost zero experience needed, only a trustworthy record and suitable qualifications being required, along with an amazing pay being given. It allowed the top of the line of god folk kind to excel wherever they wanted. With the exception of privately owned planets and systems, they could practically search the deepest, darkest depths of the universe if they wished. Such power was necessary in being able to wipe out certain lifeforms.

“Who is this Aisha character anyway?” Blyke curiously questioned. “You mentioned she was your friend, but what is she like anyway? I mean you’ve painted quite an interesting portrayal of your friend…”

“Friends from long ago, it’s about time I met up with them soon anyway. Besides this time I could show off the fact I have a soul mate now! Oh, Rista’s going to lose it. She’ll complain and start bickering. Then Aisha would comfort her and tell her she’ll find one someday…. Ah, one more thing. Make sure you stay on Aisha’s nice side.”

“Huh?” Blyke replied, slightly confused.

“ She doesn’t have that interest in tinies like Rista or I. Though she mostly values respect and loyalty above anything else, so as long as you don’t upset her. You’ll be good.” 

“I-I mean I can just get revived… right?” Blyke nervously answers.

“ Yeah, which is why she can afford to pull a prank or two if you upset her!” Lena announced, leading to a brief moment of silence between the goddess and her tiny as Blyke stared with a blank, confused face towards her. “Look, she's a good divine being. Respect her, or at least respect her values and she’ll respect you back. “

“Duly noted, anything else I should know ahead of time?”

“Oh, Rista is so gonna harass you about any guy friends of yours. Probably will snatch a few up and check if they are even remotely compatible with her.” 

“Oh shit, I completely forgot about visiting back home. My friends are probably worried about me… Wait, I forgot about the tourney we were meant to play together when I got back home from camping on earth, Noo!  Shit… Aww well. I’m sure they’ll understand. Maybe.” Blyke chuckled, a slight tinge of sarcasm evident in his own voice. Ignoring the absurdity of the situation he would have to explain to everyone when he got back home, he just hoped no one was needlessly worrying about him right now. 

He had no parents or siblings. But he still managed to latch on to some friends during his time in University. He clung on to their companionship, making sure if nothing else, their connections would remain.  He was blessed with wonderful friends, people who reached out to him, and more importantly made him want to reach back out to them.

He was content with his friendships by all means, however he didn’t want to lose them. He always wondered what he could do for them as thanks for just hanging out with him. Now, he had an answer. He could take them on an intergalactic adventure. ‘Yeah, they’d love that. Hell, I’d love that.’ He thought to himself, not realising he had a bright shining grin on his face. 

“Awww, looks like you’ve remembered something. Looking super cute with that smirk plastered across your face by the way. “ Lena teased. 

“Alright I’ve decided. We’re departing tonight.” Blyke enthusiastically declared.

“Huh? I mean that was the plan to begin with but why’re you so pumped now…” 

“After this, I want you to meet my friends back on earth. I'd love to introduce them to you all! Then we could all go on one gigantic space trip across the milky way. Yeah, I’ve got it all planned out now.”

“Hah, okay okay. Cool your jets. Just don’t mess up introducing yourself to Aisha first, then after that the job details later and then this. Alright?” She lowered her pointer finger down on the table. Towards Blyke, where it loomed right over next to him. Positioning her pointer right towards him, just a few centimetres away from crushing the tiny man .

 Little did she expect however, Blyke jumped up and began climbing atop her finger, which due to the angle of the action was possible for the tiny man to do so. That and the fact that any remnant sweat atop her finger only assisted his situation, allowing him to stick on and climb. Eventually reaching the palm of her hands. 

Excited and almost bursting with a newly found source of energetic splendour, the little guy began kissing the ground right underneath him, expressing his love in excess. He was kissing Lena’s magnificent hands, an act that other haughty goddesses permitted their tiny to do strictly for worship, was something Blyke did freely out of his sheer desire. He felt no shame, or feelings of inferiority with Lena. Instead he could only think about his future, his life going forward and how incredibly lucky he was.

“Mhmm, Love you too dear. But save that for later.” Lena smiled, and giggled. Almost flicking the mite known as her husband off her finger in a playful manner. Her puny, weak human partner from earth was just the craving she always wanted in her life, that extra bit of entertainment and fun she longed for. That was Blyke.

A man properly known as Blyke Pensworth, a 24, almost 25 year old college graduate. With a bachelor's degree in science, was a man who once had a burning passion in his eyes. A passion to understand the unknown.

He wasn’t very tall or strong. He knew how to cook, clean and was on the leaner side. He was an overall good person, that perhaps wasn’t dealt with the best of hands. Though he always believed it could have been much worse for himself, so he trudged on further. 

For a time, he lacked confidence. He lacked the ability to understand how to better himself. Or even what he needed to do to improve. But, now maybe with the support of his wife, he had a place where he could finally start.

“Well, Imma start packing. Get yourself comfy.” Lena commanded.

“Aye, ma’am” Blyke answered. As he got ready for the next page of his life. 

The End.