The night was dark as Drew and Chris were driven to God-knows-where by an old acquaintance. It was late September, only a month and a half away from Chris’ wedding date. Last week, Drew held Chris’ bachelor party. It was a simple get together of friends old and new, all tinies, hanging out and playing video games together at Jess’ apartment. Her TV had a bigger screen than any movie theater they could rent and was much cheaper too, so she agreed to go out with her friends and lend the place to Drew for the night. Some of Chris’ friends had mixed feelings leaving the tiny district, but with a direct accessway to the subterranean highway in the apartment complex’s parking lot, they wouldn’t need to spend much time amongst the bigs to get there. Once they arrived, nearly everyone had a good time, and some were even inspired to explore other areas outside the tiny district, but one guest wasn’t satisfied.

            “You call this a bachelor party?” Kyle bemoaned. “Where are the strippers? Why’s no one blackout drunk? I can’t even get a good poker game going.” Kyle went to high school with Chris and Drew, sat at the same lunch table and everything. He was a goof with a dire need for attention, and his antics were amusing enough to count him among the tiny duo’s friends. They didn’t keep in touch after graduating, never being close enough to warrant it, but Chris thought it’d be nice to reminisce with him at the party.

            “Strippers would just make everyone uncomfortable,” Drew said, listing off rebuttals, “we’re all responsible drinkers, and no one wants to play with you because you’re a sore loser.” Kyle rolled his eyes and directed his ire towards the best man.

            “You used to be cool, man. What happened to you?”

            “I grew up. We all did. I’m glad you’re still as energetic as you’ve always been, but the rest of us have grown past that life.”

            “Hey! No fighting at my party!” Chris shouted. He was tipsy. “We’ll have strippers next time. I promise.” Drew sighed, unsure if that was a joke, or if Chris was drunk enough to believe he had more bachelor parties coming.

            “Perfect,” Kyle said. He wrapped his arm around Chris’ shoulder and tried to pull him away from Drew’s sights. “Listen, let’s meetup, just the two of us, and I’ll throw you a real party.”

            “No,” Drew decided.

            “Absolutely!” Chris slurred.

…

            Drew and Chris were sitting in the back seat of Kyle’s car. Even sober, Chris was adamant in hanging out with Kyle, wanting to relive his high school years one last time before the big wedding day. There was no way Drew was letting the two go out alone, especially since Kyle was taking them out of the tiny district.

            “I swear to God, if you take us to a strip club…”

            “No strip club, I promise!” Kyle assured Drew. “How many times I gotta tell you?”

            “I’d be more trusting if you’d tell us where you are taking us.” He turned to Chris. “And what’s with you? It took me hours to convince you to meet my girlfriend, but you’re just letting him take you wherever he wants?”

            “That’s why I’m doing this,” Chris declared. “I was a coward back then, but I refuse to be a coward any longer.” In truth, Chris was scared shitless, his knees shaking and sweat pouring from every orifice, but he wanted to prove to Drew that he’s matured, that no giant is going to scare him any longer. Moreso, he wanted to prove to Keiko that she wasn’t marrying a gutless loser. That’s what he told himself anyway since she wasn’t aware of the three tinies’ little excursion. “I’ve got to make bold decisions every once in a while, or I can’t call myself a man.” Drew groaned and prayed this night could end quickly without incident.

            After driving for some time, the three reached their destination. It was a run-down motel with only one letter in its sign still illuminated. The place looked like it hadn’t been renovated since the 1950s, long before businesses were expected to accommodate smaller individuals. The designated parking spot for tinies wasn’t even painted on; it was hastily taped together with each end peeling up off the asphalt. Kyle got out of his car, Chris and Drew following shortly behind. They stopped at the door to room 108. It was far too big for any of them to open, and there wasn’t a door for tinies like any modern establishment would have.

            “Alright, this is enough, we’re bailing,” Drew declared.

            “Come on, we don’t even know what’s inside,” Chris pointed out.

            “I need you to take a look around and tell me what good you think can possibly come from this,” Drew replied.

            “Just so you know,” Kyle started, ignoring whatever it was the other two were talking about, “we’ll have to crawl under the door. I called ahead, and the manager said it was okay.” Drew gave the two the evil eye as Chris gingerly followed Kyle under the door. If Chris weren’t his best friend, he’d have given up and walked back to Jess’ place. Drew crawled under the doorway after the other two.

            The room looked how one would expect: massive for the tiny inhabitants. The twin beds loomed over them, far too tall to see the tops. Mountains of dust bunnies piled along the corners and edges of the moldy carpet floor. A fat CRT sat on a scratched up, wooden cabinet. The place reeked of air freshener, likely applied by a cleaner too lazy to do any actual cleaning.

            “Great. We’re here. Now what?” Drew asked.

            “We just have to wait,” Kyle replied. “The manager said he’d leave the door unlocked.” Before Drew could inquire what the hell that meant, there was a knock at the door.

            “Hello?” A busty redhead in a slutty nurse costume peeled open the door and walked into the room holding a duffle bag. The zipper on her costume stopped at her chest, the tight latex pressing against her ample breasts and displaying her impressive cleavage. A pair of stiletto heels slammed down on either side of the tinies as she investigated the room. “Must be early,” she muttered to herself, unaware of the people on the floor. Her skirt rode up past her thighs, giving the puny men beneath her full view of her G-string covered crotch.

            “Fuck!” Drew exclaimed. “You promised no strippers!”

            “I said no strip clubs,” Kyle clarified. “You never asked about individual strippers.” Chris was trembling, teeth chattering, knees knocking into each other like clackers.

            “Drew, I changed my mind. Let’s get outta here,” he whimpered.

            “Too late now.” Drew craned his neck and cupped his hands around his mouth. “Yo! Down here!” The stripper stepped back and peered down to the floor. A wide grin creeped along her cheeks.

            “Holy shit, tinies!” She squatted in front of them to get a better look at her miniature clients, not caring if the bug-sized men got an even better look at her crotch. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. “I’ve never performed for little guys before. This is going to be awesome.”

            “Sorry, but there’s been a misunderstanding,” Drew sighed. “We’re going to have to cancel. I’ll pay whatever you’re owed, but we’ll be on our way.”

            “Oh no no, I’m not missing a chance like this.” She licked her lips, her colossal body blocking off the motel room’s only exit. “Whichever one of you hired me paid in advance, and no one’s leaving until I’ve fulfilled my services.”

            “Listen,” Drew pleaded. “I’ve got a girlfriend, and he’s engaged. We aren’t interested in your services.” The stripper pinched Drew between her fingers and lifted him as she stood up. Her grip was tight, squeezing the sides of Drew’s torso. The extra pressure was typical of someone not used to handling tinies.

            “I love loyal men,” she moaned. “They’re so fun to tease, especially when they’re so cute and small.” Holding Drew just above her chest, she slowly unzipped her zipper. “Don’t worry, hon, it’s not cheating if it’s between different species.” Her tits dropped with incredible bounce as the tension released from her unzipped costume. “Besides, when are you going to have another chance to play with a woman my size.” He wanted so badly to correct her, but he couldn’t get a word in as she pushed him into her nipple. “My stage name’s Dahlia, by the way.”

            Her finger rolled around Drew’s back as he sunk into her soft breast. He refused to admit that the feeling wasn’t unpleasant. Dahlia reached into her bag and pulled out a black, circular pastie. She applied it to her breast, plastering Drew to her areola from the neck down. “Now that my hands are freed up, let’s see…” She looked below at the other tinies. Chris fell on his ass, frozen in fear. He wanted to grab his phone from his pocket and call for help, but his fight or flight forced him to stay still as if it’d make him invisible to the giant predator. Dahlia grabbed the plump tiny and brought him to her face. “You’re the groom to be, right?” She examined his puny frame trapped in her fingers. “I suppose I’ll be tamer with you then.” She pulled a toe ring from her bag and sat down, removing her stilettos and pinning Chris down onto her middle toe. “This thing’s meant for my big toe, but it should be a perfect fit with you inside.” The ring clasped around Chris’ stomach, binding him to her toe. The metal hoop dug into his gut, leaving a bruise just above his waistline.

            “Isn’t there supposed to be a ‘no touching’ rule?” he eked out.

            “You’re not allowed to touch me,” she claimed. “There’s nothing saying I can’t touch you.” Dahlia stood back up, towering over Kyle still on the floor. She raised her arms above her head and gyrated her hips, dancing for the tinies in nothing but her G-string and single pastie. Drew was whipped in every direction as her boobs flung to and fro. The back of Chris’ head kept slamming against her toenail as she stepped around Kyle. Kyle stood directly beneath her, unfazed by the likely danger of being pulverized beneath her moving feet. He had his phone out, recording her sultry dance from the best angle in the house.

            “I’m sorry, don’t wanna leave you out.” Dahlia picked Kyle up and pulled a can of whipped cream out of the duffel bag. She hopped onto the bed, her back colliding with the worn-down mattress; the impact rippled through her body and dove through Drew, knocking the air out of his lungs. Dahlia shoved Kyle into her belly button and topped him with whipped cream. The tiny was buried in an unhealthy heaping of sugary confectionery. He flailed about on her abdomen, blinded by the thick dessert. Any attempts at crawling out were hindered by how slick his arms and legs had become. “Too much for you?” Dahlia plunged her fingers into the cream and pulled Kyle out. “You’d probably get diabetes if you tried to eat your way out of that.” Kyle still had his phone out, smudging his screen as he took pictures of the stripper’s gaping maw. He was tossed into her mouth like a cherry off a sundae, battered by her wet and warm tongue as she sucked the sweet topping off of him. She dragged him across the roof of her mouth, her hard palate massaging his back, and against the inside of each cheek. The cream washed clear of his body with thick saliva taking its place. Going from cold dessert to hot spit felt akin to a warm shower after escaping a snowstorm; Kyle was too busy taking selfies to think about the considerable danger he was in.

            After a minute, Dahlia pulled him out of her mouth. “You guys really do taste good. Maybe I should gobble you all up.” She chomped playfully at the air while dangling Kyle above her mouth. Drew’s irritation morphed into fear, unsure what this stranger had planned for them. “Just kidding,” she said, giving Kyle a quick peck with her massive lips. “Eating clients is bad for business, even if they’ve paid ahead.” She looked over to the clock on the nightstand; fifteen minutes had passed. “Whoops, looks like your time’s up.” Relief washed over Drew as he remembered Kyle was broke and a cheapskate. Dahlia removed the two tinies from her body and set all three of them on the floor. “That was great guys,” she said, putting her clothes back on, “call me again anytime. And pay for a longer session next time!” She winked and left the motel, leaving one man covered in spit, another in toe jam, and a third in cheap adhesive.

            “You alright?” Drew asked, turning to Chris. He was rubbing the bruise on his stomach.

            “Now that she’s gone, yeah. Oh man, what am I going to tell Keiko?”

            “We’ll be honest with her and Jess, and we’ll throw Kyle under the bus where he belongs.” Drew checked Chris’ injury. It was only skin deep, and he’d probably recover by next morning. “If they hear it from us, they won’t be too upset.” Drew turned to Kyle, ready to give him a mouthful, but stopped at the sound of a camera clicking. Kyle took a selfie of the three tinies. “The hell are you doing?”

            “Huh? I’ve been live-tweeting this whole thing. This is the most likes I’ve ever gotten!” Drew wanted to grab Kyle’s phone and break it in half, but dread overcame him as his own phone vibrated in his pocket. It was a text from Jess.

            Having fun? it read, captioning a picture of Drew being pushed into a giant nipple.

            “Fuck.”

…

            “You hired a giant stripper!?” Jess admonished. Drew was standing on her kitchen table, his girlfriend looming over him like a judge presiding over court.

            “It wasn’t me, it was our dumbass ‘friend’ Kyle,” he asserted.

            “But you let him.”

            “I didn’t know what he was planning! Hell, that idiot didn’t know what he was planning. I only went along to keep an eye on Chris.” Jess rubbed the bridge of her nose, trying to release the stress building in her muscles.

            “Do you realize how dangerous that was? Who knows what she could have done to you, intentionally or not. Why didn’t you call the police? Or me? You weren’t that far from here. I could’ve gotten there in five minutes.” Drew scratched the back of his neck, lowering his gaze to corner of the table.

            “Because I wanted to handle it myself,” he muttered. “I wanted to prove I don’t need to depend on you for everything. It’s embarrassing.”

            “What?” Jess’ brows furrowed. “I embarrass you?”

            “No, I didn’t mean it like that.” Drew kept scratching as if he were digging to get at the words he wanted to say. “All I do is rely on you without giving anything back. I can’t do anything for you, and it isn’t fair.”

            “Drew, that isn’t true…”

            “Yes, it is! If you were in trouble somewhere, would you even think to call me for help? What the hell could I do? I’m worthless.”

“You’re not worthless,” Jess said. “And that’s not a fair comparison. You know you’re much more fragile than me.”

“Right. I’m so fragile and small that I need you to take care of everything for me.” Drew crossed his arms. He couldn’t look her in the eye. “Some boyfriend I am. I don’t even know what you see in me. What do you even get out of our relationship?” Jess’ face grew tense, upset to be asked such a question. She closed her eyes and breathed, trying make her building frustration go away.

            “I had no idea you felt this way,” she murmured.

            “Of course I do. You do everything for me, and it’s impossible for me to return the favor. It’s not fair to you.”

            “You’re not being fair to yourself. You’re two inches tall, I don’t expect you to do anything unreasonable for me.”

            “But we’re partners, and I can’t do basic things for you. I can’t drive you anywhere. I can’t grab anything for you, or go shopping for you. I have to always come here because you can’t fit in my apartment, and I can’t even help you clean up around here.”

            “You barely make a mess,” she contended.

            “You have to carry me everywhere we go.”

            “You don’t weigh anything.”

            “I can’t cook for you.”

            “I burn all of your food, anyway.”

            “And what if we have children? There’s a 50/50 chance I won’t be able to carry my own baby. How am I supposed to raise a child if I’m no bigger than its toys?” Jess eyes grew wide, her cheeks flush red. The edge of her lips turned slightly upward.

“You want to have kids?” she asked. Drew was taken aback by her reaction, derailing his train of thought.

“Uh, yeah. Someday. Eventually. Maybe. If you’re cool with it. Perhaps.” Jess’ tension melted as her body relaxed, and she rested her chin on the table in front of Drew. Her warm breath enveloped him as she gazed down at him.

“Listen, I know there are things you can’t do for me. I know we aren’t equal. But I love you. I love that you can rely on me, that I can do so much for you. What do I see in you? I see a man who worries himself sick over making me happy, who does anything he can do to make me feel special. And you do. I don’t care if you can’t do chores for me, or if I have to carry you around when we go out. I love that you’re so small. I love that I’m your everything. It feels so good to hold you in my hand, to know you’re literally at my side at all times. All the things we do together, all the ways you pleasure me, a man my size couldn’t do any of that. I’m sorry if I can be overwhelming at times. Maybe I try too hard to help you, but I know you’d do the same for me if our positions were switched. You’re not a burden, and you never will be, so please stop thinking like that.” Drew blushed and looked up to her overhanging eyes.

“Alright,” he sighed.

“And if you’re ever in a situation like that again, call me immediately. I’ll protect you no matter what. I can’t stand the thought of anything happening to you, especially if I could’ve prevented it.”

“Okay.” Drew lowered his guard, his pent-up feelings finally out in the open. “I’m sorry. It’s just, I’m so lucky to be with you, and it’s hard not to feel inadequate around you.” Jess rose off the table and wrapped her fingers softly around Drew. Picking him up, she gently fussed his hair with her thumb.

“It’s okay. You’re not inadequate.” She brought her hand to her chest. Drew felt the intense pulse of her heart vibrate through him. “I love you exactly as you are.”

…

            A few days later, Drew and Chris were at the bar. Save for the bartender, the place was barren. The two friends were regaling the stripper incident to the bartender. Now that the immediate threat had passed, it made for an amusing tale.

            “So, Keiko took the whole thing well?” Drew asked.

            “She was more concerned about me than anything else. She knows me well enough to realize I had no say in becoming a giant stripper’s jewelry,” he laughed. “Honestly, it was super cute how she acted all worried over me.”

            “Still,” the bartender chimed in, “that’s one wild story. Did you press charges?”

            “I filed a complaint to her company,” Drew said. “They refunded me Kyle’s money and fired her. Thanks to that moron, I had all the evidence I needed to get them to comply.”

            “I rescinded his wedding invitation. I’m pretty sure Keiko would kill him if he showed up.”

            “Jess might eat him,” Drew joked. “Maybe you should invite him.”

            “I’ll run that by the catering company,” Chris added. “It’ll save them the trouble of preparing real big food.” The two chuckled and drank. The bartender walked to the back to grab more stock. “Hey, thanks for being there for me. Watching my back and all.”

            “No need to thank me. It’s not like I did much.”

            “Yeah, that’s a good point.” Chris knocked his bottle into Drew’s. “But thanks anyway. I’ll try to listen to you next time.”

            “Better late than never.”