Carmen leapt through the woods, the late November cold bothering her far less than it would have an un-enhanced human. As a Valkyrie, she was able to clear obstacles and cover ground with surprising speed. Every now and then she’d heard sirens, or even the buzz of a helicopter overhead, but from the way both had appeared less and less as the hours dragged on, it appeared she’d actually evaded her pursuers… for now.

“Carmen!” a muffled voice called from inside her sports bra. She peered down, hooking her finger around both her shirt and the now sweat soaked bra and pulling them away from her skin with a wet sticking sound.

“How are you guys doing in there?” she asked.

“We’re covered in your sweat and we’ve been tossed around by your giant tits for the last few hours,” Kyle replied, a little cross, “it’s like being in a bounce that got thrown down a mountain.”

Carmen couldn’t help but chuckle, “well you guys have to stay in there, it’s too chilly out here for tinies, and even if you were able to go to full size, I doubt you could move through this terrain like I can.” She smirked, “besides, you guys probably love being trapped in my bra.”

“Carmen!” Samantha squeaked, forcing her way up from the larger woman’s cleavage, “it’s fun when we’re at home relaxing! Not when you’re running through the woods like you’re Tarzan or something! Besides eventually they’ll get bloodhounds or something, even a Valkyrie can’t flee on foot forever.”

“She’s right!” Kyle called up, “go to the road and steal a car!”

Carmen blinked, “steal a car? Really?”

“If we live through this, I’ll buy the owner a new one,” Kyle said in a tired voice.

…

“J-Just please don’t kill me like you did to those others!” the man whimpered, shakily handing Carmen his keys.

Carmen scowled, she’d waited on the side of the rural road, this one paved at least, until a car had come, then she’d simply stepped out in front of it. The man had given up easily enough once she’d confronted him and demanded the keys, but apparently news of a fugitive Valkyrie was out, even if the details were murky…

“I didn’t kill anyone!” Carmen snapped, pulling the man out of the driver’s seat.

“You’re covered in blood!” the man said, pointing to her stained t-shirt, the bullet hole showing her skin beneath.

“It’s my blood,” Carmen said, rolling her eyes. She leaned over, quickly pulling her shirt and bra down. Kyle and Samantha tumbled into view with squeaks of terror, “Look, they’re fine, see!?”

The man gawked at the tiny and naked couple, and at the sight of Carmen’s immense cleavage. Kyle and Samantha tried to scurry back in, eager to avoid being seen.

“Carmen quit it!” Samantha shrieked, “I don’t want some rando to see us naked!”

“Uh, sorry,” the man muttered, looking away as Carmen smirked before slamming the door.

The car was older, Carmen wasn’t sure exactly what year, but old enough that it probably wouldn’t have any kind of remote shutdown or GPS. With a sigh she withdrew Kyle and Samantha, depositing them on the backseat, with a snap of her fingers they were up to four feet again, and the pair quickly scrambled to pull a scratchy wool blanket they’d found under the floor over themselves.

“Okay, we’ve got wheels, at least until that guy can report us to the cops,” Carmen muttered. She turned back to the Westwoods, “what’s the next step of my master plan?”

“Clothes, for all three of us,” Samantha said without missing a beat, “it’s getting close to Christmas, a lot of the shopping centers will have donation bins for the needy.”

“I’m feeling pretty needy,” Carmen said with a shrug, “I guess let’s get looking.”

“Head west,” Kyle muttered, “there’s a small farming town called Washdale about forty five minutes away, we’ll need to stop there once we steal some clothing.”

“Why?” Samantha asked.

Kyle smiled, “we’re going to need some money.”

…

Finding one of the donation bins hadn’t been too hard, although none of them were wearing clothing that fit particularly well or looked good. Carmen was in a men’s triple XL shirt promoting the super bowl appearance of a losing team from a few years before, and Kyle and Samantha were in matching children’s sized striped shirts and jeans that told the story of a corny family photo.

From there the trio had followed Kyle’s instructions, reaching the small farm on the outskirts of the town of Washdale as the sun began to go down. Kyle had leapt out, leading the group and wincing as he walked, barefoot, over the coarse earth of the harvested-out cornfield, finally stopping near the center.

“And… forty eight,” he muttered, finishing the count of paces from the edge of the field.

“Forty eight what?” Carmen asked, “why exactly are we out here?”

Kyle just grinned, kneeling down and pawing through the dirt a moment. Samantha and Carmen’s eyes went wide as the Goblin app mascot grinned up at them, stamped in bronze.

“The Goblin holiday treasure hunt,” Kyle said, lifting the lid off, “I had this treasure buried out here as part of the contest, I feel kind of bad for taking something that was meant for our users,” he said, gesturing to the glittering gold coins, “but we’ll make it up to them with a free hat for their avatars.”

“Well, now we’ve just got to find a hotel that takes gold,” Carmen said with a grin, kneeling down and running her hands through the coins.

“Don’t be silly,” Samantha said with a laugh, “we’ll go to a pawn shop or something, how long can Kyle and me last at full size before we start getting sick?”

“Maybe thirty minutes,” Carmen said, a little awed at how easily Kyle and Samantha were navigating things.

Kyle pursed his lips, “Okay, so Carmen you grow one of us to full size and we take it to a pawn shop or something. We won’t get a good deal on it,” he said, chewing over the details, “but I guess that doesn’t really matter, we need maybe a few thousand in cash to last us a few days, after that we’re either with our money again or we’re dead. Sound good?”

“How often are you guys on the run?” Carmen asked, a little amused, “you’re really taking to all this pretty well…”

“Samantha kills guards in roleplaying games and she doesn’t play a stealth character,” Kyle said with a shrug, “so… we’ve had a surprising number of discussions about evading the law.”

…

“As one of the founders of Goblin, I am shocked and saddened tonight to hear of what the rogue Valkyrie, Carmen Mendez, has done to my dear friends Kyle and Samantha Westwood,” Richard said solemnly, “wherever you are… you are in my prayers.” He reached up, wiping at a nonexistent tear that hopefully wouldn’t appear too pandering to the cameras. He gave the collected paparazzi a steely look, “for too long this Jormungand has threatened the public, I stand before you a victim of their terror, they have threatened me, tried to kill me, but I’m still standing!” applause rang out and he nodded with a smile and continued, “To Melinda Groves, I speak as a man hurt by the loss of his friends, if you are tied to Jormungand in any way, I will find it, and everyone on the Goblin App will be with me when we expose you!” This time there were cheers, whistles. Richard smiled, and walked away from the podium that had been erected in front of their corporate headquarters, waving as security ushered the press away from his waiting limo.

“Well done!” Juliet beamed as he stepped in, “you really should be in politics Richard, you’re wasted in business.”

He couldn’t help but smile as he reached into the limo’s minibar, drawing out an old-fashioned mixer and a small bottle of Jack Daniels, “What can I say? I was student council president.”

“The head snake really wants to needle Melinda,” Juliet chuckled, “even with all of our connections we won’t be able to get any law enforcement agencies interested in investigating her, but still…”

“What makes her so untouchable?” Richard asked with a frown, passing Juliet a drink.

Juliet rolled her eyes, “Melinda is a true believer in her own cause, people like that tend to attract diverse friends, especially when they can heal fatal disease. She spent a decade preparing to go public, a surprising number of important people had healing for themselves or their families done by her…” Juliet swirled her cocktail a moment, “she’s truly a remarkable woman… the World Serpent hates her, she wants her broken in a very particular way I think..”

“What way is that?” Richard asked, raising an eyebrow.

“If she just wanted Melinda dead, I think it could be done,” Juliet muttered, “even a Valkyrie is just flesh and blood at the end of the day, our dear leader though, she’s after some kind of spiritual victory,” she smirked at Richard’s grimace, “the World Serpent… she doesn’t see things like you and I do, Mammon doesn’t interest her half so much as Ares.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t follow,” Richard said quietly.

“It doesn’t make much sense to me either,” Juliet giggled, leaning towards Richard and angling her glass for a toast, “but whatever is going on between the two of them, we stand to profit greatly, ride the current and mind the rocks!”

…

Richard gasped as Juliet slammed him against the wall of his penthouse apartment, the Valkyrie was the first woman he’d ever met who could manhandle him like this. She giggled as she shifted, carrying him bridal style towards his bedroom. Was he smaller? He was, he was sure of it, the ends of his sleaves dangled limply as she tossed him onto the bed, and as the grinning form of the enormous woman came into view, he found himself tossing and struggling in his own shirt as though it were a blanket.

He gasped in surprise as fingers as thick as his legs curled around him, drawing him naked out of his piled clothing. Juliet giggled, licking her lips excitedly as she brought him up to her billboard sized face.

“Look at you!” she breathed, “my very own little toy…” She smirked at his reaction, “don’t worry Richard… I won’t hurt you, well any more than you want me to anyways.”

She crawled the rest of the way onto the bed, gripping him tightly as she flipped over onto her back, laying across the mattress in her stunning black dress. Her hair was spread out around her like a blonde ocean, and with the amorous smile that lit up her features below him, Richard could almost forget what a monster the woman was, or what a precarious position being tiny around her was…

The fear came back to the front of his mind with a roar as she brought him to her mouth, dipping his legs in, and then slowly working the rest of his body down, her red lips seeming to tighten around him as she sucked his lower body, then his torso, then finally ringing his neck like a soft pillow before sucking him in with an audible *slurp*

His world was dark as he was tossed back and forth by her tongue, screaming for help, for mercy, for anything. The wet slimy appendage was a monster, exploring every nook of his body and seeming to enjoy battering his struggling form against the sides of her cheeks, coating him with her thick sticky spit and plastering his hair to his head as her mocking giggle echoed up from the dark tunnel of her throat.

Richard fought helplessly, banging his fists against the wall of her teeth as her tongue dragged him back for another round of playful wrestling. He coughed as he swallowed mouthfuls of her spit, and his heart leapt with hope as her lips parted, letting him see the light of his bedroom again. A pair of fingers dipped in to retrieve him, and he almost cried with relief as Juliet lifted him out of her mouth, the cool air quickly hitting his wet skin as she smiled up at his dangling form.

“I-I could’ve drowned!” he sputtered, trying to wipe her saliva out of his eyes.

Juliet just laughed and rolled her eyes, “please Richard, it’s nearly impossible to drown someone your size, which is good considering where I’m going to put you next…”

Richard paled as Juliet lowered him down to the bed, her raised knees on either side of him like mountain peaks as she spread her legs, giving him a good view up her dress. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, and as the warm smell of her arousal reached him, Richard’s fears were confirmed as to exactly what part of her body Juliet intended to place him in next.

“L-Let’s slow down,” He stammered, looking up at the cavern formed by her dress, “is uh… is this safe-“

Juliet’s response was for her hand to dip down behind him, her fingers gently pushing him along as he stumbled across the bed. She bit her lip, trying not to laugh as he disappeared beneath the hem of her dress, walking like a condemned man to his final destination.

She gasped as she felt his slick form press between her lips, and reaching her hand up her dress once more she helped guide him in. His movement was electric, causing her to writhe and moan as he struggled, the powerful muscles of her womanhood pressing him from all sides, almost desperate to keep him from escaping.

Juliet let her back arch as she moaned, this was always such a wonderful feeling, to have someone completely inside her, at the mercy of her most intimate places… her orgasm alone would be enough to overpower them, to kill them if she set her mind to it, crushing tiny bodies in the throes of her pleasure.

Her eyes shot open and she stared at the ceiling, smiling as she came, fighting to keep herself composed as Richard’s tiny body slid out of her. She collapsed back onto the bed with a sigh, grinning to herself as her hand fumbled around for her tiny lover. She found him, limp, weakened, defeated, and pulled him back up, gently laying the tiny man between the pillars of her heaving breasts.

“Wonderful job Richard,” she said in a low voice, “see, it wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“Y-Yeah,” he stammered, still in shock as her cum began to dry on his skin. He looked up at the massive pillowy walls on either side of him and was suddenly thankful for the warmth. He’d done it, he’d slept with Juliet… kind of. He gulped as he realized he was being drawn further in to her web, a helpless fly to her spider…

Juliet was thinking very similar thoughts, and with a chuckle she reached down and patted his head with a single finger. He was hers now, he had been since he’d first come to her for help eliminating his business partners, but in this moment the reality of his situation was plainly on display for both of them.

A shame he’s too useful to permanently shrink, she thought with a sigh, he’d have made a lovely pet. She smiled as she looked down at him, still… we’ll have our fun.

…

Carmen stepped out of the shower, savoring the fine feeling of finally being able to wash the mix of blood and sweat off herself after a day on the run. She wanted nothing more than to throw herself on the cheap motel bed and sleep, and she chuckled as she saw Kyle and Samantha, each four feet tall, lounging on the end, watching the TV.

“Carmen was always a real psycho,” a dark-haired woman said to a news reporter, “she hated Kyle and Samantha, but I never thought she’d kidnap them, you know?”

Carmen scowled, “that bitch was on the soccer team with me, she came up with half the stuff I did to you guys!”

“She’s blaming you for everything,” Kyle said with a shrug.

“Not just her either,” Samantha said, “they’ve got half your old gang on TV talking about how you were always a serial killer waiting to happen.”

“Oh, come on!” Carmen said, sitting on the bed between them and causing the springs to creak, “those girls were all just as bad as I was!” She looked to Kyle and Samantha for support, but Samantha bit her lip and awkwardly looked away, while Kyle just cleared his throat uncomfortably.

“They’re hardly innocent, how’s that?” Kyle said finally, hoping to move past the subject.

Carmen sighed, it hadn’t been quite what she was hoping to hear, “Yeah, I got it,” she muttered.

“This latest incident has many questioning the role Melinda Groves had in the founding of the Valkyrie program,” the newscaster continued, the screen flashed to a picture of a smiling Melinda and Carmen shaking hands. “Critics of the program have often called into question Groves’ judgement in which candidates receive Valkyrie gene enhancement, with Goblin partner Richard Stevens now leading the charge.” The screen cut to Richard, dressed in an expensive looking suit and standing at a podium.

“I will use all of the resources at Goblin’s disposal to get to the bottom of this,” Richard said in a serious tone, “whether or not Melinda Groves is personally involved, she bears responsibility for what is happening with these rogue Valkyries in Jormungand, and I’m ready to hold her to account even if other businessmen and political leaders aren’t!”

Carmen growled and reached for the remote, turning the television off, “Fucking hell,” she muttered, “they’re going after Melinda too?”

“That’s… weird,” Samantha said, “Richard doesn’t usually care about that sort of thing, like I can believe he’d want to get revenge for us maybe, or for himself since they’re after him too, but… This whole grandstanding thing about the Valkyries? It’s not like him at all.”

“What kind of guy is he normally?” Carmen asked curiously.

“I’ve been friends with him for years now, but he’s honestly a selfish asshole,” Kyle said with a sigh, “a great guy to have in your corner, when he is in your corner, otherwise?” He shrugged, “Samantha’s right, it’s weird that he suddenly wants to be some kind of reformer or pushing for investigations and stuff.”

“And he’s after Melinda, I don’t think he even said my name,” Carmen said, thinking, “that girl, Arisu, she hates Melinda, her whole mood changed just hearing her name…”

Kyle and Samantha exchanged a look, “Carmen,” Samantha said finally, “Richard’s not a great guy, but he wouldn’t-“

“Think about it, you’re dead, he gets the company, and he gets to be the big guy in the media pushing for investigations into Jormungand,” Carmen said, “he gets everything he wants and he doesn’t just look clean, he looks like the fucking hero…” Carmen clenched her fists, “and Melinda gets heat for all the stuff I supposedly did…”

Kyle and Samantha were silent a moment, then Kyle spoke first, “It all makes a certain kind of sense,” he said finally, “but if it is Richard…”

“A trap,” Samantha said eagerly, “we can contact him Kyle! If we can get ahold of a smart phone or a computer, we can message him on Goblin using our admin account!”

“So what, you want to just fucking ask him if he’s trying to kill you?” Carmen asked, crossing her arms, “I feel like he’s going to be a little too clever for that one.”

“No,” Samantha explained, “we tell him where we are… or close to where we are, and we tell him to send help.”

Kyle’s eyes went wide, “if the cops come, he’s clean, if Arisu comes…”

“Then we’ve found who sent Jormungand after you two in the first place,” Carmen said, falling backwards on the bed with a sigh, “it sounds good, but I’m gonna need to pick this one up tomorrow guys, I’m beat.”

Kyle yawned, and he peered over to see Samantha stretching too, “Fine by me,” he said, “it’s been a hell of a day… Samantha do you want to help me get the foldout couch up or-“ he suddenly felt the room stretching, his clothes becoming looser as the ceiling pulled away. He blinked as he came to a halt at maybe two feet tall. A quick glance to his left saw Samantha similarly struggling in her now oversized clothing.

“Forget the foldout couch,” Carmen said with a grin, leaning up to wrap an arm around each of them, “there’s plenty of room on this bed…” She flopped back again, tucking each of her shrunken prisoners under an arm like they were stuffed animals, snuggling them close to herself with a pleased sigh.

“C-Carmen, at least let us get under the covers or something!” Kyle muttered, struggling against her grip. From the soft sound of her breathing it sounded like she’d already fallen asleep, the day having taken its toll on her at last. With his own sigh Kyle gave up, and he heard Samantha’s snore from the other side of the bed just as he began to drift off himself.

…

Richard was back at his full size, staring his bathroom mirror and trying to decide whether to be traumatized or proud of the events of the previous night. He glanced back into the bedroom where the Amazonian woman was tangled in his bed’s blankets, sleeping peacefully with a smug smile on her face. He sighed, wondering if she’d want to continue this unorthodox relationship once the Westwoods were dead and the whole thing was over.

His thoughts were interrupted by a message on his phone, and with a frown he picked it up. It was a message over Goblin, while he didn’t care as much for the app itself as he did for the money it made, he still had an admin account from the early days when it had just been him, Kyle, Samantha, and a dozen friends.

Rich, it’s me Kyle, this whole thing is a big misunderstanding, Carmen didn’t kidnap us, it’s all a setup! Richard couldn’t help but chuckle as he read, while he wasn’t aware of everything he thought it was a little endearing that the first thing Kyle had wanted to do was clear the Mendez girl’s name.

That’s great buddy! Where are you and Sammy? I’ll send the cops!

I need you to send me some lawyers and stuff first, Carmen, Samantha, and me, we’re all going to turn ourselves over to the cops at once, make a big media event of it so we can show everyone Carmen was innocent.

Richard chuckled, Kyle you stupid fuck, you’re walking right into it! He kept reading as Kyle gave them a location in a small town about an hour away. Then with a smug grin walked over to the bed and gently shook Juliet awake.

“What!?” She growled, blinking angrily as he handed her the phone. The sleep quickly left her eyes as she read, and a broad grin came over her features as she leapt out of bed, “now isn’t that a pleasant way to start the day,” she laughed, “I’ll get in touch with the top snake.”

…

Arisu smiled and stretched, walking barefoot through the kitchen of the small country home to get herself a pot of coffee. It was a cheap store brand mix, but she still enjoyed the smell as she poured it into a mug emblazoned with a local sports team’s logo.

“You might as well come out,” Arisu giggled, leaning against the counter, “it’s that, or stay small and wait for the rats to get you, and I’m sure I heard some last night, a perk of country living I suppose…”

The young man who’s house she’d “borrowed” for the night nervously came out from under the table. She’d released him into the kitchen when she’d gotten up, not bothering to watch her step as she enjoyed his coffee and a few pieces from a jar of dried jerky on the counter.

“What was your name again?” She asked in a bored voice as she sauntered over to him. She smirked at his fear, she’d sent him down to two inches, he’d have to really raise his voice to be heard.

“D-Dave miss!” he shouted.

“Much more polite this morning,” she giggled, tracing her foot in a slow circle around his tiny form. The night before she’d kicked in his door, tired and looking for a place to sleep. The isolated farmhouse seemed ideal, and she’d come across Dave in a sad state drinking straight from a bottle of cheap whiskey. He’d called her “bitch” and even attempted to shoot her with a small pistol. A shrinking had put a quick stop to that, and he’d spent the night tiny, at the bottom of her boot while she enjoyed his bed. “So Dave… why does a man like yourself spend his evenings drinking all alone in such a big house?”

“M-My wife left me,” he stammered.

“Sad,” Arisu mused, and with a flick of her toe she knocked him over, sending the tiny man sprawling to the tiled floor. He screamed in terror as her foot, the size of a bus, hovered over him. Slowly her toes came down, cradling him as they held him against the floor.

“P-Please!” he wheezed as her toes scrunched around him painfully, “Don’t!” his nose was filled with a mix of vanilla, lotion maybe? And the slight grime that had built up as Arisu had walked around barefoot. He gasped for breath as her grip on him loosened a moment.

“You know, a lot of people write me off as some kind of monster,” Arisu said with a mocking sigh, “but really I’m just putting things the way they should be, why have this phenomenal power if you’re not going to change the world for the better?”

“Y-Yeah?” he asked, confused and blinking a few tears out of his eyes.

“Now, your life is pretty pathetic,” Arisu chuckled, gesturing around the dirty house, “you’re lower than a cockroach! You really should be smushed into a red stain on the floor.”

His eyes went wide, “N-No, please, I’ve got-“

“So much to live for,” Arisu giggled, glancing at the unwashed dishes piled in the sink, “I am feeling charitable Dave,” she said, her smile growing wider as she squeezed him with her toes again, “I’ll let you live today, and we can see if your life really can be any better.” She pulled her phone out of her pocket, making a calendar reminder.

“W-What are you doing?” he managed to grunt, struggling to breathe as her toes compressed around him like a steel cage.

“Setting a reminder,” she said casually, “one year from today, I’ll come back to check on you, see if you’re living up to your potential!” His eyes went wide and she shrugged, “if you’re still a sad drunk mess living in filth, I’ll crush you like the bug you are, if you’re a happy man bringing happiness to those around you? I’ll never bother you again, either you’ll be dead or you’ll be happy! Either way, the world will be a better place.”

“T-That’s insane!” he protested.

“I could just crush you now,” Arisu said with a smile, “I love squeezing the life out of people… there’s something so thrilling about feeling you pop like grapes, your blood running between my toes and-“

“W-What should I do?” he screamed in panic, “t-to be better?”

Arisu laughed a harsh sound with no mirth in it, “you are asking the wrong woman! Maybe a new job, perhaps a new girlfriend, who can say? Success in life takes many forms, but I will know it when I see it.” She grinned and squeezed her toes against him a final time, relishing the *crunch* scream of pain as his arm and a pair of ribs broke. She laughed, lifting her foot off of him and looking down as he writhed in agony, clutching his side.

With a snap of her fingers Dave was full sized again, his face pale and covered in sweat as he gritted his teeth against the pain. He looked at her with a mix of rage and terror, it was a sentiment she was well familiar with, and she just shook her head and smiled as she drained the rest of the coffee, placing the mug next to the overfilled sink.

Her phone beeped, and she casually checked her messages, smiling when she saw that Juliet had information on her true prey’s whereabouts. She sauntered through the house, collecting her things and slinging her sword’s scabbard back over her back. She paused as she headed towards the door, Dave had managed to haul himself into a kitchen hair, and he looked at her warily as she regarded him again.

“Remember, one year!” Arisu said with a happy grin, “and don’t bother trying to hide, I’ll find you!” She hummed a happy tune as she walked down the driveway to where she’d parked her motorcycle. It always felt good to help people.