At long last he stirred in her palm, shaking his head, as he sat up. She couldn’t help but think about how funny he looked at his present size. A little over two hours ago he had towered over her 4’8 frame, looking down on her. He had to bend down to give her a kiss. Something he had complained about often. Yet that was something he couldn’t change. 

He looked around groggily as if not sure what was going on, like he was trying to find out if he was having some vivid dream. He looked up at her and then down at what he was sitting on. Seeing her coffee colored skin, the crease in her palm a good foot and half high. He pressed on it and Maya couldn’t help but smile.

“You're not dreaming,” She said at last. 

Her voice seemed to break him of the spell he was currently in as he looked up at her, mouth agape, before he shot up like a bullet, and began to stumble backwards. Tripping over the crease and falling onto his butt. He mouthed something as he crawled backwards and Maya realized that she couldn’t understand a word he was saying.

She knew that this shouldn’t have come as a surprise. Yet she had expected to hear something. Squeaking at least. 

“Look I can’t understand what you're saying? I can’t hear you? You're too small?”

He shot back up to his feet and began yelling again. Pointing his fist at her as he had done so many times before. She knew that spit wsa no doubt flying out of his mouth. She knew at this size he couldn’t do anything to her but she still felt a twinge of guilt as sat there screaming. Knowing that she did something wrong.

“I am sorry, ok. I didn’t know the pill was going to do…this. Emily said that it was just supposed to make you happy. Like an anxiety or depression pill.”

He took a step forward, climbing over the crease, as he marched forward. Save for the climb though it didn’t look like he was making much progress, at least to her. She couldn’t help but smile at this. This made him more angry as he stomped his foot on her palm and stopped. Shaking a fist at her as he continued screaming.

“I am sorry. I don’t think this is funny. Look I will go to the cops or I will call Emily’s job. We can find a way to fix this. I mean she must have been lying, right? I mean there has to be a cure,” She said nervously as she started playing with her hair with her free hand. 

He seemed to calm down at these words but as he lowered his hands to his side she could clearly see they were still balled up in anger. She let go of her hair and with her free hand picked up her phone off the floor, unlocked it, and got ready to call the cops, when he began to pace back and forth. Clearly he was still angry, clearly talking to himself, but he stopped when he noticed that the phone wasn’t to her ear yet.

Turning to face her he pointed at her once more. She put the phone in her pocket and he began screaming.

“Stop yelling at me,” She screamed, tears beginning to well, “Stop it. I am a person and you will not treat me like that?”
To her surprise he laughed. A full belly laugh. It made her angry. How dare he laugh at her when she finally had the strength to stand up for herself. Even if she had to do it when he was the size of an insect.

“I said enough!”

He stopped laughing and looked up at her, anger on his face, as he pointed at her once more. She had enough. She fished the phone out of her pocket and texted Emily a single question.

He will heal from anything? You aren’t lying about that?

Emily responded back with.

Some things will take longer than others but yes he will heal as long as you don’t destroy his head.

She locked her phone and put it back in her pocket as she turned back to Blake who had hatred in his eyes as he yelled at her point, shaking a fist now, and every so often stomping his foot. She wondered if he was doing it the entire time. If he had she didn’t feel it. Her free hand darted forward and grabbed his extended arm. Fist still clenched.

“I said enough. You are going to treat me with respect.”

She didn’t know what she was doing. In truth her plan had just been to scare him but even at his puny size he surprisingly thought he could boss her around. Was it a surprise when it was working though? His other hand came hurtling towards her hand but it didn’t even come close. He just kept swinging though like he was just going to show the air who was boss instead.

She knew that in order to scare him she would have to do something unexpected. Even at his size he saw her as this meek, weak sheep. Incapable of standing up to him and he was proving her right but at the same time she couldn’t imagine actually doing something that would cause him pain. She couldn’t actually do something cruel and malicious. So she let go of his arm. He recomposed himself and for the first time Maya realized that his penis was limp once more.

He screamed something up at her as he marched forward and she pulled the phone out her pocket once more, dialing 911, and she froze. Looking between the phone and Blake. What would happen if she helped him? Would he let this go? Somehow she doubted it? What was the alternative though? 

To keep him like this forever? What would she do with him? Where would he sleep? Was she meant to keep a human as a pet? She shook her head as she brought her finger over the button but before she could press the call button she looked at Blake one more time. He was standing there on her palm. Touching himself as he looked up at her.

Her finger moved away from the button and he must have noticed as he pulled his hand off his now erect penis.

“Do you like me this big Blake,” She asked him and he glared up at her.

Shaking his head and he brought up his finger once more. His favorite thing to do when he was getting angry or wanted to instill guilt. This time her hand darted forward and instead of grabbing his hand, she gripped his still hard cock in between her thumb and pointer finger. Careful not to apply too much pressure. She watched as her fingers completely engulfed the tiny member. She couldn’t even see it, she couldn’t even feel it. 

She began to stroke it gently.

“Is this what Blake wants,” She asked.

She watched as he looked up at her and nodded, biting his bottom lip, as he muttered up at her. She stroked him like that for a few more seconds, gripping a little harder on his penis. This must have caused him some pain as he jumped and began yelling again.

“What I thought you liked this?”

She began to pull a little harder on his penis and he began to scream in pain and she stopped herself as her heart dropped. 

“Are you ok,” She asked meekly as she pulled her hand away to see a horror show.

It was clear that she was in the middle of pulling his penis off and she had only gotten half way there as it dangled lower than it should. The one thing she didn’t account for is that her massive size all the skin and muscle around the penis had also been ripping free as well. Causing a massive amount of blood.

He looked down at his manhood and screamed. No doubt in pain but also in shock of what just occurred. Maya was also freaking out. Continuously apologizing as she began to cry. She had only hoped to scare him, to cause him pain as she squeezed and pulled, she had undoubtedly underestimated her own power of the tiny man.

“Look I have a sewing kit, maybe I can sew it back on.”

He looked up at her and screamed something.

“I am going to go grab it. You just sit here, ok. We are going to fix this,” She set him down on the table in the entryway which was used to house care keys, wallets, and the like.

She knew that he would be safe there and not only that but he couldn’t try to run away and if he did he wouldn’t go too far. Though remembering how fast he walked on her palm earlier, she doubted he would get far anyway. So with one last sorry she turned to go find the sewing kit. She ran upstairs, passing there bedroom on the right, and the bathroom on her left, as she made her way to her sewing room.

Once inside she grabbed the little black sewing kit which was placed in a dish usually reserved for keys. She then raced back downstairs, skipping a step as she did so with every bound. It didn’t take long before she found him in the same place he had left her. He hadn’t even tried to run. However, he was now sitting down looking at his junk. Panting and breathing hard. To her surprise the wound looked a lot better already. The skin was beginning to reattach itself and the penis itself was already starting to return to its normal place.

Blood had also stopped flowing. He looked up at her as she came close. Once again she was surprised not to see fear but anger on his face as she approached. She placed the sewing kit down next to him and as she did so he was pushed in the opposite direction from the force of it.

“Sorry,” She said, “I will be sure to be more gentle when placing things down next time.”

With that she unzipped her sewing kit and opened it up. Careful not to do it too fast or too hard. She then pulled out three spools of different colored strings and placed them down in front of him. She was gentle enough this time that he didn’t move but his hair blew all around.

“What color?”

He stood up and flicked her off. He then yelled something as he pointed towards her waist area.

“Look I get it. You no doubt want me to call for help but we have to wait.”

For the first time the look of anger disappeared and his hand lowered to his side but only for a second. He quickly put the mask of anger back on and yelled at her. She just grabbed the sewing needle and some blue colored string and got ready to sew him back up.

“I can’t call the cops when you are damaged like this. They are going to think I meant to hurt you or that I did this on purpose and then what is going to happen. No, the best thing for both of us is to wait.” 

Before Blake could say another word Maya reached out her hand and scooped him up. She brought up so he was level with her breasts before unclenching her fist. Blake sitting in the palm of her hand. She showed him the needle.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you earlier. I hope you know that and I don’t mean to hurt you now and I am sorry for picking you up like I did but I need you to listen to this because it's important. This sewing needle is sharp and about four times the size of you easily. Now as you know I am used to fixing things of all shapes and sizes so I have confidence I can do this. However, the things I usually work on don’t squirm around.”

“I want you to understand just how bad it would be for you if you decided to squirm. A gentle tug from me about ripped off your penis and the surroundings area. I think this needle would have a good chance of skewering you. I don’t want that to happen, you don’t want that to happen.”

For the first time as she looked down at him, towering over his tiny frame, he looked terrified. Scared out of his mind like everything was starting to catch up to him all at once. He pointed at his junk. Pointing at the bits that were already starting to heal.

“I know. It appears to be healing quickly but with a little help it will go that much faster and you and I both just want this to be over with.”

She watched as he turned over onto his hands and knees and began to crawl away. She would be lying if she didn’t say that the image didn’t amuse her or if she didn’t enjoy it just a little bit. She would also be lying if she said she didn’t feel guilty for having those feelings.

“Look, I don’t know where you think you are going here? Do you not realize how big I am compared to you? You're the size of a bug Blake. You could never run away from me if you tried. I mean you see your world from the same view that you had before. Everything is just way larger. The problem is that we don’t see the world the same anymore.”

“Let me explain it in a way you will understand. You see the world through that stupid shooter game you play all the time, Call of Duty. We used to share that same point of view. Now though times have changed. You still see the world with that Call of Duty lense. First person. I see your world from that other game you play, Path of exile. I look down on you.”

He stopped crawling. No doubt getting tired and he turned over onto his back. She could see that his penis was healing quite well and quite fast. There was no need to use the needle now. She would skip it. She honestly didn’t want to cause him any more harm then she already had. She did want him to know what fear was like though. 

So she placed him back on the table and lowered the needle down to his penis. He screamed as he placed his hands over his private areas. She couldn’t help but laugh. What did he honestly think that was going to do? At her size, if she wanted, she could just rip off his arms if she wanted and get the job done regardless.

She pulled the needle away.

“Alright we won’t do it. If you are going to be such a baby about it,” She pulled the phone out of her pocket and dialed 911, “We will get you the help you need. Are you happy now?”

He nodded his head, not removing his hands from his private areas. She pressed the green call button and placed the phone to her ear.

“What is your emergency,” The male operator said on the other line.

“I need immediate assistance. Something has happened to my boyfriend.”

She didn’t go into any specifics. None of the details. The operator pushed of course but she just put on a show. Saying that she didn’t know what happened. The longer she went on, the more comfortable Blake appeared to get that his ordeal was close to being over. He removed his hands from his private areas, stood up, and listened to her display.

As she waited for the police to arrive she left her boyfriend on the table and cleaned up the sewing kit. Inspecting Blakes penis every now and again to make sure that it was healing nicely. It was. Within ten minutes it was completely healed. As the minutes dragged on she went into the kitchen and began to clean up.

It was another fifteen minutes before there was a knock on the door. Megan raced out of the kitchen and to the door. Opening it quickly to see a very beautiful police officer standing before her. Her skin was almond colored, her eyes were big and teal colored, and she had a smile that would have knocked out just about any guy who saw it. Her black hair was pulled into a ponytail, and she stood at at least 5’10. 

She also seemed to fill in the uniform perfectly. It was like they weren’t meant for her and her alone. As her smile dissipated she looked down at Maya as if trying to figure out a very difficult puzzle.

“Hello we got a call about some kind of domestic problem,” She finally said.

“Where is your partner,” Maya asked.

“We don’t always drive with a partner. What is the problem?”

“It’s my boyfriend, he needs help?”

“What is wrong with your boyfriend?”

“I think it's better if you come look. It’s kind of hard to explain until you see it.”

As she finished her sentence Maya noticed the woman grab the hilt of the pistol at her side. Maya held the door open for her but the cop motioned her to go first. Maya walked further into the entranceway stopping at the table. The cop followed her in and looked at her impatiently now.

“Well?”

Maya pointed at where Blake stood, waving his arms at the cop, crying tears of joy. 

The cop followed Maya’s finger to the table and then she let go of her gun as she walked over. Mouth agape. 

“What the fuck?”
“I work for this woman, she is an older lady, her name is Emily King. She works for some kind of pharmaceutical company or something. She gave me this pill which she claimed would make my boyfriend more patient and calm. When I gave it to him it did this.”

Blake was on his knees now blowing kisses up at the woman before putting his hands in a praying position and thanking whatever god he didn’t believe in.

“Is there a way to change him back?”
“I don’t know but I figured you guys can do something and help him get to normal size.”

The cop turned away from Blake now and looked down at Maya.

“We can do that. Are you married?”

“No, girlfriend.”

“Does he have any family?”
“A brother but he is in prison, his dad is a drug rehab center, and his mom is M.I.A.”

The cop nodded. 

“I will get him help,” She said as she scooped Blake up and put him in the pocket of her vest.

She pulled out a notepad.

“Emily King you said and do you know what business she works for?”
“Yes and no I do not. She has told me before but to be honest I never really cared enough to remember.”

The cop took her notes before putting the notepad away. 

“Alright Maya here is the deal. We will take it from here but since you are not married we can’t keep you involved with the investigation or what is going on with… wait what was his name again?”

“Blake… hold on though we have been together for years?”

“I am sorry. Truly. If you want updates you are going to have to get a hold of his parents or brother. Any immediate family. Once you do so they can give us permission to let you in on the details. I can promise you that we will do everything we can to help him and see that Emily gets her due.”

“But-”
“Have a good day ma'am.”

With that the cop turned on her heel and walked away, closing the door as she left, leaving Maya sitting there speechless. She knew that he had no immediate family and even if he did they wouldn’t care. She shook it off though knowing that she had done the right thing. Blake was going to get help and hopefully by the time that happened he would be ready to come home. Back to her. 

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The cop got into her car and leaving the door open she grabbed the walkie talkie off the ham radio. She pressed the button down.

“This is officer Keen checking in,” She said.

“What’s your status, over?”

“This was a bust. Just some woman off her meds who believed her boyfriend shrank. Turns out he may have just run off on her.”
“Copy that.”

She placed the walkie talkie back in its position and smiled. Thinking about how lucky she was.