Years passed and Ebonheart didn't show the motherhood to her child. Not this time. She had one so before and it ended in heartbreak. The year was 1991, and Ebonheart brought her daughter with her on a business trip. With the fall of the wall, it brought new opportunities with it and Ebonheart made sure to capitalize on it. Seized artifacts taken by the Soviet Union began to appear and one in particular had popped up. As she headed to a secret auction house with her 14-year-old (soon to be 15) daughter in tow, she spotted the old beer pub. "Shall we rest for a moment?" she said to her daughter. Ebony nodded and followed her mother into the place. They sat and drank tea talking about the scenery but Ebonheart’s mind was somewhere else. She was using her ring to scry for the humans she left here years ago. Shockingly, she got a hit on one. With a hypnosis spell, she coaxed them out.

He wriggled out of a crack in the wall and walked right up to Ebonheart's ankle. "Can I get some candy mom?" Ebony asked. She nodded and watched her get up and go to the counter. She peered down and smiled as she realized who it was. She released him. "Long time no see Johan" she said grinning. The man saw the unmistakable giantess and pissed himself. "How nasty. All these years tiny make you like a rodent too?" she asked. He bolted at found himself suddenly trapped by her heeled feet. "And what pray tell happened to your parents?" she asked. "Dead! Rounded up and dead!" he yelled. "A pity but that's a human law that did it not me. See that girl over there? She's your daughter" she said. Johan stared dumbfounded at the young giantess happy to get some candy. "What...what's her name?" he asked. "Ebony" she replied. He was too mesmerized to think of why she had a strange name. Ebony returned to her seat and plopped down not noticing her shrunken father near her feet. "You going to share?" Ebonheart asked. Ebony giggled and handed her some chocolate.

Ebonheart watched carefully the small man inching closer and closer to her daughter's feet. Since he was a kid, he always wondered what his child looked like. Was she happy? Healthy? Such things natural for a father to think about even if the father was barely a young man himself. Being small and so near her, he could smell her perfume and body lotion. The stale sweat coming from her sandaled feet. His heart ached as he wanted to hug her, kiss her, tell her he loved her. Most of all tell her he was her father. His hand felt the smoothness of her big toenail the French tip speaking to that she was at least cared for. The skin of her toes so smooth. He wept silently as he noticed her toes were like his own mother's. What else had she inherited from him he wondered. Ebonheart shook her head knowing what he was thinking. His hand touched the space between her big and second toe and that was enough to alert the young giantess. She jerked her foot back and nearly fell out her chair. "EWW! Mom a browser was touching my feet!" Ebony yelled. "Not a Borrower but a gremlin dear. They're a huge pest problem is this part of the world and considered dangerous as they destroy machines " Ebonheart said. "Then I should kill it then?" Ebony asked. Ebonheart shrugged. "No! Please! I'm not a gremlin! I'M YOUR FA-"* crunch* 

He didn't even get to tell her who he was before her sandaled foot crushed the life out of him. "Fucking gross! He went splat everywhere!" Ebony said shaking the guts and viscera off her shoe. "Gotten himel! Sorry about that. Had no idea the filthy things got in here. Here fraulein" an older woman said handing Ebony a washcloth and sliding her sandal off her foot. "On my toes too..." Ebony whined. The old woman chuckled as she took each toe between her fingers and cleaned them of her father's blood. Ebonheart sipped her tea knowing this was how it would turn out. "If you know the nature of something, you can predict the outcome of it" she thought. Years passed and Ebonheart arranged Ebony's marriage. He came from good stock and was more than happy to assist her plans as long as he got to indulge in some of her power. Ebonheart was mostly aloof for her daughter's life not being cruel but not outwardly caring either. The birth of her granddaughter hadn't changed that. Ans the last time she let herself feel compassion, true genuine love, was the day she transferred her soul into Ebony.

She lay there helpless as the stroke had made a prison of her body. Her thoughts clear as a bell but broken, muted, and lost between the realm of thought and action. Her son in law held her stone and she watched silently as he held her young granddaughter in his hand. She felt sorry for Ebony as she begged and pleaded. Would the man harm his own child? She had seen him crush women under his feet for laughs. Eat them just because he could. But could he harm his own child as that was a big leap. And then she remembered one time she was cleaning the floor and found a book bag. A very tiny book bag belonging to a surely tiny child. Ebonheart knew what he had done and that was probably the first clue of troubles to come from him. "Yes, he would" she thought looking at him closing his fist around Danica. She tried to speak. "No... leave her...out" she thought but that came out was a mumble. And Ebony came towards her sobbing, her eyes begging her not to go through with it. "I am doing it for you...for her. So she can have a future. A world free from the threat of destruction brought by humans" she thought as she gripped her daughter's wrist. Her son in law placed the stone on her other hand and Ebonheart began the transfer.   

She could hear her daughter screaming in her mind, but she was free of her broken aging prison. Now, now she was young enough to see the prophecy come to fruition.

Ebonheart ate quickly as seeing the siblings being affectionate reminded her of what she denied herself for her own child. She questioned her own feelings for Danica. Turning her into a puppet. Using her as a breeding tool. Did she say and think those things out of anger, hurt feelings, or was it just a means to an end and nothing more? She didn't know. She excused herself to her room not long after finishing her food.

John sat naked in the hotel spa watching a male and female hotel workers fuck on his orders. The tiny humans barely amused him as they mated on the floor. Didn't help that watching them fuck reminded him of the sexual assault he committed on Danica. Yes, his pride was wounded and yes there was a feeling of vindication as he crammed his dick into the frightened girl. But that look in her eyes haunted him. Danica was no run of the mill girl to him. In fact, she was probably the one person in the world that was remotely nice to him. The Mogwai regarded him as a mutt. Xaimei an embarrassment (until recently), and Ebony just an errand boy and political marriage candidate. At least Danica was there to console him now and then. And he raped her out of hurt pride. "Everyone is so moody today" Xaimei said entering the room human size. "May you live in interesting times" he muttered. "Just because we're Asian doesn’t mean we have to prescribe to the fortune cookie shit" she said sitting next to him. "Thinking about Danica. I rather not have a meat puppet for a wife" he said.

"Then you think she shouldn't be punished?" she asked. "I didn't say that. She put all our plans in danger. She's a traitor" he said. Xaimei watched the male on the floor jerking as he came in the female. "You don't have to still marry her. You have a pick of who you want back home now. You are my brother" she said. "Lie down" he said. Xaimei looked curiously at him. "You came in for a massage, didn't you? Lie down" he said standing up. She did, and John pulled the towel from her body. She flinched as his hands began kneading her bare ass. "I've been deep in thought for the last half hour in here. Do you really love me? Honestly?" he asked. "I meant what I said" she replied. His hands began massaging her thighs. "Tell me sister. I know you're bisexual and you have feelings for Ebonheart, but have you considered taking a male as well?" he asked. She didn't answer immediately. It was a legitimate question that was circling around the homeland for the last two weeks.

John glanced at her face and saw worry in it. He paused and picked up the humans on the floor and placed the female near her face. "Where's the...oh..." she asked until she felt tiny feet on her back. John had motioned him to walk around to relax the giantess. "I'm sorry if the question is too personal" he said. "No, whispers abound back home about who I should or would take. With our uncle dead, the call for a male heir is getting louder for the house of Fei" she replied. "And no way in hell would they consider me for the job" John said. She simply nodded staring at the thralled woman near her face. Xaimei took her hand and used her fingers to play with the girl. John went back to massaging her starting with her feet. Xaimei hummed softly as his fingers tugged and rubbed each of her long toes. Smiling, she beckoned the girl to crawl closer to her mouth. "There is another option" he said softly. "What is that?" she asked with her breath tickling the girl. He didn't answer. Xaimei turned to look at him as he had not answered and had stopped rubbing her pink soles. He looked frightened. "Brother? What is on your mind? You can tell me" she said. "Dynastic marriage" he replied. Xaimei arched her back causing the male to fall between her asscheeks. She flinched. "I knew you'd be incensed" he muttered.

"No. The human is tickling my ass. What you propose is highly uncommon" she said. "I know but I'm the only other male in the family. If someone married into ours, our bloodline would be diluted even further. At least we can produce a child with stronger Mogwai blood" he said. Xaimei laid back down. "You were the first girl I ever loved" he said in a whisper. John took the man and pushed him feet first into her asshole. "What are you...hmmm" she growled feeling the man struggle instinctively as her giant rectum began pulling him even deeper. "I will be a kind husband. A caring man who will worship you" he said in her ear. He took the girl near her face and pushed her tiny feet past his sister's lips. She obediently opened her mouth to let more of her in. Once fully inside, John closed her mouth with his finger. She looked deep into his eyes and swallowed. "You would, wouldn't you? You wouldn't hurt me. Conspire against me" she said. He stroked her ear. She got off the table with the shrunken man dangling out her ass.

She pulled away his towel and gave his cock a few quick sucks. She bent over on a bench and stuck her ass out. "In the ass but be gentle about it" she said. John lined his cock with her asshole and gave no heed to the man in his way. With one thrust he disappeared along with half of his shaft. His hands massaged her tits as he slowly fucked her. Her toes clenched as she yelped. "I'm alright. He's dying inside me. Deeper...deeper" she begged. Her grunts and the sound of slapping flesh filled the room as John fucked his sister anally. He held her still with his arm around her belly as he came in her rectum effectively drowning the man struggling to breathe. John pulled out of her and gently spun her around. "You worry too much" she giggled seeing his worry. "I have a sister I'm allowed to love again" he shrugged. That tore at her. That he had to have permission to love her. She felt extremely guilty now. "Come here John and embrace me" she said. John crawled to her and hugged her tight burying his head between her breasts.

"I was a horrible sister to you but at least I can be a decent wife" she said. John looked astonished. "That’s a yes?" he asked. She nodded. John went to kiss her until she stopped him. "First thing. Can you get him out? Now that he's dead it just feels gross" she said. John laughed as she put her ass in his face. He reached in and yanked out the small corpse and threw it in a nearby waste bucket.    

  "You also down?!" Xaimei said entering the room human sized. "I see you enjoyed the spa" Ebony said looking at her wearing a swimsuit. "You changed the subject" Xaimei said. "A lot on my mind" she replied. "I see. Everybody brooding and not enough fun...that sword is magnificent! Where did you get it?" Xaimei asked. "This old thing? Got it years ago in Germany. One of a kind. This blade was crafted as a gift for Charlemagne himself" she replied. "The great king himself?! The one that united the countries of Europe to drive out the Moors?!" Xaimei yelled. "The same. Fae craftsmen forged this blade as he himself descended from our bloodline. A token of goodwill so to speak. Its name is Joyeuse*" she said.

(Authors note: this sword is very real...mostly. It did indeed belong to Charlemagne and is said to be virtually indestructible. Related to other swords Durandal and Curtana, it was said the only other sword to rival it in power was Excalibur itself)

"And you just happened to find it?" Xaimei asked skeptical. "It wasn't easy. I spent decades searching for it since Oberon nearly killed me with the wretched Rune Breaker of his. Last I had heard of it, it was kept in an old abbey in France. However, when the Nazis invaded, it was taken. At the end of the war, the spoils went to the victors and the Soviet Union came into owning it. When they fell, there were many people trying to make quick western cash. Hundreds of relics were sold, and this was one of them. Only a few people in the world know the one in the Louvre is a fake" Ebony replied. Xaimei stripped off her swimwear before sitting down on the bed. "And you think it will withstand his sword? This ancient thing?" she asked. "The blade has a enchantment on it. It can absorb magic and since Rune Breaker is an enchanted blade..."

"Joyeuse will use its own power against it. Brilliant" Xaimei finished. Ebony returned the sword to its scabbard and set it aside. "I had fun in the spa but I'm still up for some more" Xaimei said tickling her neck. "I could use a pleasurable distraction" Ebony said. Xaimei giggled as she shrank herself down. "Not too rough. Long day tomorrow" Xaimei said walking to her crotch. "I promise nothing little one" Ebony winked to her.

Back at the mansion...

"He's been sitting there for two hours...and he's stark naked " Aspen said. "He's meditating in the way he's familiar with" Lawan said drinking lemonade from a bottle. "And everyone is staring" Aspen said pointing to the borrowers passing the commons. "Let them stare. Yaksha have no problems with public nudity" Lawan said. "Keith isn't Yaksha. He's a borrower" Aspen huffed. "He has taken a Yaksha wife and adopted Yaksha ways. Borrower in blood, Yaksha in spirit" Lawan told her looking up at her giant husband sitting in the grass with his eyes closed. "Maybe so but you're fine with borrower girls over there fantasizing about riding your husband's dick like the crazy colonel from the end of Dr. Strangelove?" she asked. "I've never seen that movie" Lawan said not looking away. "This colonel rides a nuclear...it's not important! Him showing his fucking junk to random girls doesn't sit well with me!" Aspen yelled. "And we see where the real issue lies. I have no problems him showing his healthy penis to girls. Nor do I have issues with him fucking and impregnating them" Lawan said narrowing her eyes.

Aspen moved her legs, so they encircled the tiny woman. "So, you're saying I'm not over him" she said. "Exactly. You have Claire but you're still pining for my husband. You can't have your cake and eat it too" Lawan shot back.  "I carry his kid. Of course I'll have feelings for him!" Aspen yelled. "We both know it's more than that. You've been fidgeting and sneaking peeks at his dick on and off" Lawan said. "Yeah I want him to fuck me again. Hold me and make me feel safe. Seeing what's going to happen tomorrow can you truly blame me?!" Aspen spat with tears falling from her eyes.

"What about Claire holding you and making you feel safe? Don't you think you're being disingenuous to her?" Lawan asked calmly. The question stung Aspen. "I think you're drawn to him because you still see him as that shivering wet boy found on your porch years ago. A broken soul needing attention. I believe westerns call it the Florence Nightingale effect.  He was timid, understanding, his hands gentle as a summer breeze as you lay naked in his giant hands. He was the perfect male for you. These feelings strengthened when he put a baby in your belly and got stronger still when he was gone. If you saw him on the street begging for change before he came into your life, would you still have feelings for him? We both know the answer to that don't we? You humans judge so quickly on appearance and IF that is pleasing then you seek what's inside" Lawan said.

"That's not true. I'm not some superficial bitch" Aspen said angry. "Oh? A blonde blue-eyed girl no bigger than your thumb appears in your life and you love her in a second. Tell me. If she was a fat blob of a girl with ruddy skin and hair, would you have felt the same?" Lawan asked. Aspen bent down as best she could with her belly. "Yes, I would've! I wouldn’t have cared if Claire was built and looked like a fucking Hershey kiss! I wanted a friend! Anybody to take the grief away! And you! Both parents still alive couldn't possibly understand how empty if feels to lose them both in one fucking day!" she yelled. "You’re forget..."

"I didn’t forget fucking shit! You got them back in your life didn't you?! My parents are in the fucking ground. You're jealous I get that shit. You put up with me to make him happy but don’t for one second try to dictate how I should feel to someone! Here's some "western" advice for you. Going to have baby mama drama for the rest of your life how long it may be. Pull up your big girl loincloth and deal with it" Aspen said poking the tiny woman in the chest. Aspen gripped her belly. "The baby is moving" she groaned. "Stress...Aspen I'm sorry. With the news about Elena's baby...it's brought up some pent-up feelings" she said. "Elena is pregnant? And it's Keith...goddammit" Aspen hissed. "Calm yourself" Lawan said. Aspen took deep breaths. "Why is he mediating like this?" Aspen asked. "He said something strange happened to the sword when they went to rescue Rose. It shrank a clean foot and a half after it had grown to its full three-foot size. He's worried something is wrong with the enchantments" Lawan replied. "And he's meditating for the answer?" Aspen asked. "This is how he counted with the spirit of the sword last time remember?" Lawan asked. Aspen nodded just now remembering.

"This looks considerably different than last time" Keith said walking around on a wooden floor. Everything was massive to him but oddly familiar. He was the size of a borrower judging by the towering inn table sitting next to a chair. Only the light from a fireplace lit the room and as he walked onto the rug, he realized he was naked as the smooth rug felt good under his feet. A figure sat in the chair with its back turned to him. Carefully he made his way closer and closer. The smell of lilacs got stronger as he got closer to the chair and as he made his way round, a giant bare foot rested on the rug. His eyes looked up to see who it belonged to. Her beauty took his breath away. Her hair shimmered like sun sparkling fresh snow. Her blue eyes glowed gently as she read a book. Her skin an eerie paleness but seemingly vibrant like moving clouds in the sky. Her left leg resting on her right knee exposing her soft as rose petals bare sole. She wore a white dress and Keith blushed as her crossed legs exposed her bare vagina.

"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared dream before..." she muttered softly and as she did a gentle wind blew around Keith lifting him off his feet. The woman closed the book and sat it down on the table. She extended her hands palm up to have him land in it. "You have a fascinating mind Keith. This Edgar Allen Poe you revere. Why? What drew you to him?" the giantess asked. "He reminds me that even in the darkest of things, it's possible to find beauty and grace" Keith replied. "Like Aspen and Claire" she said smiling. "You look different Rune" he said. "Our bond has grown stronger the more you used me.  The old me was an idea of Oberon. This is your idea of me. Not bad I may say. You took great care in imagining my feet though" she said looking at her toes. Keith blushed furiously. "While I greatly appreciate the company, I'm curious as to why you came here" she said. "It's about the sword. It shrank suddenly while I was using it" he said.

"And you're worried something is wrong with me?" she asked. Keith nodded. She petted him with her finger. "I can sense you’re worried at an emotional level. Worried you're draining me by my constant use. Worried you're killing me" she said. Keith was shocked as that was his concern but hasn't said it. "Always thinking of others. Those girls are lucky. No, you're not killing Keith and no nothing is wrong with me" she said smiling warmly. "Then what happened?!" he yelled. "Why do I change size Keith?" she asked. "Well, it would be hard to kill anyone if you're the size of a tookpick all the time. And carrying you around full size would attract attention. That's the point of you being able to shrink and grow right?" he asked. Rune brought him to her face and kissed him. "Such straightforward reasoning. How I missed that. My enchantment doesn't include shrinking and growing spells" she said.

"Wha?! But...but you do it!" he said. "My enchantment is I change according to the needs of the one who wields me. Shrinking and growing is just the most common outcome" she said. "But then why did you shrink a foot and a half?" he asked. "Think about where exactly you were" she said. "I was in Jacob's loft. His hallway and when I went to swing you I hit the wall. Then you shrank and...oh" he said suddenly. "Go on" Rune said excited. "You shrank and you were short enough I could swing you without hitting the walls. That's why you shrank. So I could use you in tighter spaces" he said sighing. "Don't feel bad. Don't be ashamed of ignorance. Only be ashamed if you choose to stay in ignorance" she said.  "If Oberon created you, then why didn't he tell me this himself?" he asked. "He wanted you to learn for yourself. He sees you as a surrogate son and like many parents, he knows when their child must learn for themselves instead of being told everything" she replied. "And what about you Rune? The more I look at you the more I can sense your feelings too" he told her.

"What do you mean?" she asked. "You want me to stay longer. There's a slight tremor in your hands like you're fighting your emotions" he said. "Oberon created me from the lost soul of a murdered girl. It was necessary for the bonding to work. I have emotions, wants and desires like any girl. Oberon closed himself to me, so I wouldn't be influenced by our connection but you...you have awoken them. I admit...I am lonely" she muttered. "I have some time to spare Rune. This is from my mind right?" he asked looking around. The giantess nodded. Keith concentrated hard and the room faded away and was replaced with a beautiful forest. "Keith it’s so beautiful!" Rune said turning full circle to that in the sight. "Yeah...beautiful" he said looking at her as the sunlight reflected off her shiny hair. Rune blushed at his thoughts. "I came here many times to get back to my roots. To remind myself I'm a borrower. Head that way" he said. Her footfalls were soft and delicate on the ground not even leaving an impression. Even her soles were unsoiled from walking in the dirt. "On spring days, butterflies love to land on the wild flowers growing on the bank here" he said pointing to them. Rune giggled as a gust of wind made them take flight around her.

"This place is very important to you. You've never shared it with anyone. Not even Aspen so why me?" she asked. "You've saved my life and those I've loved a bunch of times. I thought you were owed something special" he replied. Rune said nothing as she sat down and placed her feet in the water. "I don't remember much from the time I was alive. I remember washing clothes in a riverbank. How I would come home with dirty aching feet. Gathering kindling in a cold snowy forest worrying about wolves. My husband beating me for serving cold food. None of that I feel here. It's warm, my feet are clean and unblemished, and a man who cares for me sits in my hand" she said softly crying. She brought him close to her lips and kissed his chest gently sucking on it. "You have the power to bring joy to those who need it most. That's nothing compared to what I can do. That's more special than any magic. Keith became erect as thoughts entered his mind. "I...I don't mind if it's you" she said shyly. She placed him right in front of her exposed pussy and blushed deep red.

"Wow" he said seeing her pussy. Her public hair was very short and very fine almost like moss on a rock. White like fine cotton. His hands on either side began to massages and squeeze her folds as he licked and slurped her juices. She was sweeter than honey and the more he tasted the more he needed. Keith began to fuck her hard and fast as he drank her fluids and curiously he was not getting full. The goddess like giantess cooed and moaned cutely as her tiny master made her feel alive again literally. Her fingers delicately felt his tiny ass just before putting pressure on him from behind to keep him from moving too far away. Both groaned loudly as they came and she scooped him up. Her blue eyes danced with affection as she licked and sucked on his lower body. "sweet fuck...her tongue" he groaned as her tongue was velvet soft with barely a hint of roughness. It caressed his skin like a giant warm blanket and he found himself being pulled in deeper. Her mouth closed and there was not darkness but a faint light coming from the pit of her throat.

Her moans vibrated his body as she supped on his flavor. Her head cocked back, and Keith began to slide back. He wasn't afraid when he feet and legs went over the edge. He didn't panic as her throat muscles seized him and began to pull him down. Down, down he went and he exited her throat. He was shocked to find him not entering a humid stomach but floating slowly in the darkness towards a bright light. He has to close his eyes as he got near and with an extended hand, which he didn't know why he put it out, touched it. He gasped as images flooded his mind. Every battle, every fight he had used Rune Breaker in, he saw her with him. Her hands steadied his grip as he killed the leader of Final Heaven. Her hands balanced the blade as he swung upwards killing the assassin in the Mexican desert. She was right there in spirit and he never knew. And when he saw her face, she was happy.

Rune chose to eat him. A way to satisfy curiosity but it was more than that for her. She felt him slide down her throat and enter her very being. He rubbed and patted her belly and waited contently. He had shown her something precious. She felt she needed to do something similar. She trembled as she felt him touch her soul. Her toes wriggled and spread in the water as he drank in her very existence. So personal the experience she came. Her cum coating the rocks. Her breathing sharp as she laid on her back. She felt alive. She felt whole. So complete as a woman she felt milk leaking from her breasts. "Eva. My real name...is Eva" she muttered. She reached into herself and pulled Keith out. Placing him on her bare chest she looked at him softly. "Keith...my real name is Eva" she said surprised. "Yes...yes it is" Oberon said appearing aside Keith. "You knew?" Keith asked. "Aye I did" he replied.

"It was 1925 and I had chosen to forge a sword to fight Ebonheart. I had the materials but not a soul to anchor the enchantments. It couldn't be any soul. It had to be one touched by magic.  I heard of a story about screams that came from an old cottage in the Rhone Alpes of France. Story went that a man and young maiden lived there in seclusion back in the late 15th century. The man was an alchemist and tried to find the secret of immortality. By all accounts he was an abusive man who was chased out of Lyon and was deemed a heretic. Anyway, story goes that he used "infernal magic" in an effort to find a way to transfer a soul from one body to another. A form of immorality as you see. My magic led me to your soul Eva and just by touching it I saw what he had done. He used you as an experiment and tore your soul from your body and put it in a flawed soul gem. It broke almost instantly, and your soul escaped. In a panic, as your body was devoid of emotion or true reason, he killed it. He fled from the house leaving you there to rot. People came by some time after hearing your screams and interred you. But the terror you felt and the unnatural way you left your body trapped you here."

"I decided to give you purpose. To give you some kind of peace and purified your soul and integrate it into the blade. As a final gesture, I gave you a name. Rune. The word reserved in fae language meaning special meaning" Oberon said. "And again you use people old man!" Keith yelled. "Don't be cross with him. This is a far better fate for me than haunting an abandoned graveyard screaming my madness for eternity" Rune said. There was a long silence. "Now that you have your answer, you'll be leaving?" she asked. "Yeah but not before I say this. I couldn’t have ended up with a better companion" Keith replied. She held them both in her hands as she stood up. A gentle kiss for both she gave them. "Visit more often...if you survive this. And for you Oberon, if he falls in battle, release me for I will have no other master as great as he" she said. "It will be done Eva" he said. "That name is not mine anymore. I've become something more than a shrieking soul in the night. A protector, companion, and admirer of a heart truer than the edge of myself. I am Rune" she swore. Keith awoke as she severed the connection.

"What...the...hell" Lawan said dripping with semen. "Uhh...hmm..." he said looking at his cockhead with a single drip of cum leaking out. "I haven't seen many people meditate before but I'm sure having a wet dream doing it isn't normal" Aspen said. "The consultation with Rune was...involved" he muttered. "Involved so much you gave me a bukkake?" Lawan asked irritated. "You know what..."

"Of course I know what that word is! So, she must've been something for you to ejaculate all over your shrunken wife!" Lawan yelled. "She was...very beautiful...and extremely lonely" he replied quietly. "And you had sex with her? She's a fucking sword Keith!" Aspen yelled. "She's much more. She was a human girl once a long time ago until her husband ripped her soul out and killed her" he said using his discarded shirt to clean Lawan. Lawan calmed down somewhat seeing the sadness in his eyes. "And she told you this?" she asked. "No Oberon did. He found her haunting her grave nearly 100 years ago and used her soul as a bonding for the blade" he replied. "Figures. He would just use someone without asking" Aspen hissed. "Did you at least find out what's wrong with it?" Lawan asked. Keith explained everything.

"The enchantment is that intuitive? Impressive" Lawan said. "She was with us every step of the way. To be so close but nobody ever seeing or hearing her. You can see why she was so eager to...feel affection" he said. Keith opened his right hand revealing the blade. Curiously, it was wet. "She was crying at one point" he explained. "And you being you gave her some love" Lawan said. Keith didn't have to answer. He stood up and put his clothes on. He picked up his wife. "Let's go to our room for a bit. Me and her shared our souls and it left me...shaken" he said. "Alright. Need me to do anything?" Lawan asked. "Just...just have you two sit with me and don't fight about me" he said. "You heard us?" Aspen asked. "I was meditating not dead. Aspen, Lawan is my wife and she takes priority in my heart. And Lawan, Aspen has the right to feel that way about me. Just because I married you doesn't mean she can turn her feelings off like the flip of a switch" he said softly. Aspen cozied up to him while Lawan crawled onto his thigh. "You're really upset" Lawan said feeling him tremble. "I'll be better" he said smiling as he used his finger to let is wife and his other hand to hold Aspen's. 

Just outside the dome, Hikari kept a slow pace as she walked. She carried her son in her arms as her bare feet barely left the ground with each step. There was purpose to what she was doing. She didn't even sense the presence behind her. "If you're going to walk outside the dome, you need to look up now and then" Claire said behind her. "Sorry, busy trying to get a feel of the land and get my son to sleep" Hikari said up at the giantess before her. "Feel for the land?" Claire asked sitting down crushing the grass. "In Japan, koonago can instinctively feel the streams, rivers, brooks, springs, and the underground waterways that feed and connect them. We learn at an early age to feel them out with the soles of our feet" she replied. "Any luck here?" Claire asked. "Some. Lily has made extensive work feeding fresh water to the colony from a nearby stream. If there's enough, I can be very useful in combat" she replied. "That's right, you mom did use water to transport around" Claire said. "Oh, I can do much more than that" Hikari giggled waving her hand. Claire looked puzzled until she felt a weird tickling on the bottom of her feet.

"EEK!" she yelled quickly slipping her sandals off. Hikari burst out laughing. "What the hell was that?!" Claire yelled. "I manipulated the sweat on the soles of your feet to move about very quickly" Hikari chuckled. "That was freaky. So you can manipulate sweat?" Claire asked. "If there is water in it, I can manipulate it. Even blood if I'm pushed to" Hikari replied. That sent chills up Claire’s spine. "You look tired" Claire said. "It was a long walk" Hikari said. Claire picked her up and got back on her feet after slipping her sandals back on. "I don't get why you and Lawan brought your kids to this" Claire said walking. "There was a prophecy about my son. His cry will save the world. I don't know what that meant but when I thought about leaving him behind, a strange voice in my mind said not to" she said. "Strange voice?" Claire asked. "Lawan said she heard something similar" Hikari said. "And you don't think that's cause for alarm?" Claire asked nervous. "It wasn't Ebonheart. She has nothing to gain from our children. Only aspens" Hikari replied. "Then who was it?" Claire asked. "I do not know" Hikari said getting slightly upset. Claire left that alone for the moment as she walked back to the colony.

"We're closer to my house than the mansion. We can rest there" Claire said placing her on the street before shrinking down. They made their way to the door and opened it. "Mom I'm...oh" she said hearing squeaks of a bed. "Something wrong?" Hikari said slightly winded. "Nothing...I guess. Have a seat and I'll be right back" Claire said. She walked to her bathroom pausing to shut her parents’ bedroom door. Claire blushed as it was clear her parents were busy having "fun". She filled a basin with water and carried it to the living room. "You can rest your feet in there" she said using her power to heat the water slightly. Claire held her arms out to take her son in her arms. Hikari sighed as she placed her feet in the water. With her own power she made it churn and bubble like a tiny jacuzzi. Claire placed Yuusha in her son's crib next to Luke and wheeled it into the living room. "He's quieted down already" Hikari said. "I think all the sounds and smells were overwhelming him. He is half borrower after all" Claire said sitting on the floor.

"Claire what are you doing? Don't...don't do that!" Hikari yelled. "Shh. You’ll wake the babies. Now just relax" Claire said rubbing her now clean feet. "It's embarrassing" Hikari blushed. "Not to me. In borrower culture, it's normal to have family wash our bodies. Is it not the same for you?" Claire asked running her fingers between her toes. "Kind of. We wash each other's backs but the more...sensual areas we don't" she replied. "So, your feet are sensual?" Claire asked grinning. Claire stuck her big toe in her mouth and playfully bit it. Hikari had to clamp her mouth shut. "You're so cute to tease" Claire chuckled. Hikari waved her hands causing the small amount of sweat on Claire’s body to move about. "Haha! Okay! Okay I'm sorry!" Claire squealed. Claire panted on the floor smiling. "...I'm glad we met you. You feel like a sister to me" Claire muttered. Hikari took her feet out the water and sat next to her. "Unmei" she said. Claire looked up at her. "It means fate or destiny. Things happen because they happen. I'm here because you chose to come to Japan. He's here for the same reason" she said pointing to the crib. "We cannot shape the road we travel. We can just walk it. Claire, we are bound by forces greater than blood and I am honored to consider you my younger sister" Hikari said bowing. Claire sat up.

She hugged her tightly. "I would return the love, but you are cooking me" Hikari said. Claire broke off the embrace seeing her power flaring up. "Sorry" she muttered. There was a series of heavy taps on the roof. "Probably Aspen. Go ahead!" Claire yelled. The roof came off, but it was not Aspen towering over them. "Expecting someone else?" Ritchie asked. Claire shot right out of the house flying right into his chest. "RITCHIE!" she yelled hugging his shirt. "I see you got a handle on your power better" he said holding his hand out for her to land in. "Look at you! You’re huge!" she said. "I've been busting my ass learning arcane" he said smiling. He sheepishly turned to look away. "Something the matter?" she asked. "Umm...it feels good having my big sister in my hands like this" he said blushing. "You can pet me if you want. I owe you for what happened last time" Claire said nervously. Ritchie began stroking her face with his finger. His finger traveled down the side of her body and she shivered as it glanced her left breast. "I'm sorry!" he said. "It's okay. I know you won't hurt me" she said shrugging. He leaned in to kiss her chest. The tiny sister sighed contently at how gentle he was.

"Ahem..." he coughed as he put her back in the house. He put the roof back on, shrank down, and entered the home. "Where's mom and dad?" he asked. "Busy" she said quickly. Ritchie just shrugged and leaned over the crib. "Who's the other little guy?" he asked. "Hikari's son" Claire said. Ritchie held out his hand. "Please to meet you" he said smiling. Hikari shook it as she tried to hide how she liked how he looked. "How's Aspen?" he asked. "Well. Nervous is hell but well" Claire said having him sit next to her. "I'll leave you two alone" Hikari said picking her sleeping son up. "You don't have to leave" Claire said. "I still have some work to do but I'll be back this evening. It was very nice to meet you Ritchie" she said bowing before she left. "She's...unique" he said. "She's over 150 years old and you're married" Claire said. "Wasn't thinking of her that way" he said. Claire pointed to his erection. "Ummm...that didn't come from her" he muttered.

Claire grinned like a fox. "So, you're 15 now. Grew a few millimeters" she said smiling. "Claire we just saw one another the other week" he said. "And I was distracted. Getting enough sleep? Exercise? Big sister worries you know?" she asked petting his hair. Ritchie narrowed his eyes. "It's not nice to tease" he said. "I just want some comfort from my handsome little brother" she said softly. "Is your power doing this?" he asked. "A little but I am worried about tomorrow. I will be on the front lines" she replied. The boy was well aware of that fact and he had been hiding his extreme worry about that. "Prop your feet in my lap" he sighed. Claire did and relaxed. "I was just rubbing Hikari's feet" she said. "Did she find it strange?" he asked massaging her sole. "Yeah I could tell" she replied. "I get it. Tiffany finds it weird too. Even though I'm a Menehune now, old borrower customs are still inside me. You've been doing a lot of walking lately" he said looking at the callouses on the balls of her feet.

"Yeah. Not being a borrower anymore makes my feet more susceptible to injury" Claire sighed. Ritchie pulled on each of her toes. "You have to take of yourself better. You make people worry when you neglect the small stuff" he said softly. "Look at you sounding so mature" Claire snickered. Ritchie said nothing as he began to gently suck her toes. "Ritchie...why are you crying?" she asked watching him. He stopped to answer. "I don't wanna be an only sibling!" he sobbed. Claire sat up and sued her power to shrink him. She cuddled him close to her cheek. She hated seeing him so terrified. "Wha...what did you shrink me?" he asked. "Easier to smother you with love. I'm not going to die baby brother. I'm Supergirl now" she chuckled. She stared at him for a moment before pulling off his clothes bit by bit. Ritchie didn't fight it or object. He caressed her skin as she kissed his bare chest.

Her hair turned reddish orange as her fingers spread his legs. "So many precious people in my life. So...precious..." she muttered licking his crotch. The boy shivered as his cock rubbed her taste buds. Claire sighed contently as the heels of his little feet dug into her cheeks as she gently sucked his cock and balls. Her thumbs caressed his broadening shoulders as she bathed his torso in her saliva. "Claire..." he groaned as he shot his load into her mouth. Her eyes glazed over tasting his tiny seed. She leaned back on the sofa and put him down before taking her own clothes off. Ritchie was worried she would just cram him up her snatch right then and there, but she didn't. She placed him on her belly and just stared with the deepest look of love he had ever seen from her.  Claire petted him slowly as she closed her eyes. Ritchie became alarmed when she dozed off suddenly. "Claire?" he asked.

"Shhh. She needs her rest" Rebecca said standing behind them. She reached down to pick him up. "None of us has been sleeping right the past few days for obvious reasons. Worse for her" she said walking over to check on her grandson. "Claire said you were busy. I get what she meant" he said looking at how sweaty and barely dressed she was. "Your father has been working a lot and we...well you're old enough to get the idea" he said. Rebecca grinned at him sitting in her palm. "I've never said someone smaller than me in my hand before. You look so cute I could eat you alive...literally" she chuckled. "Well don't get too attached to that mom. I'm growing back" he said. "Now now. There's no rush" she said sitting in the love seat. "You've gotten so handsome even with the changes to your body. Have you taken any other mates?" she asked. "No, Tiffany won't allow it" he replied. "But the Menehune are endangered too right?" she asked. "Yeah but the numbers are growing back with the homunculi in the mix" he said. "But you're young and virile. You should have many kids. You are healthy right?" she asked spreading his legs to look at his tiny cock.

"Yes...mom...I am" he groaned as her fingertip touched his teeny ball sack. "Eating enough? You look manlier, so I guess you're getting nutrition" she said rubbing his bare chest. Rebecca brought him to her face and buried her nose into his body. She took deep ragged whiffs. "My little boy growing up so fast" she muttered. Ritchie wondered what he gotten himself into coming into the house with two horny women. Claire aroused because of her powers. And his mother horny from pregnancy. The tip of her tongue tickled his chest. Ritchie squirmed as it brushed his crotch. "Mommy loves you so much" he muttered as she enveloped him entirely into her mouth. Rebecca sat back slightly as she sucked the flavorful flesh, hormone and pheromone, sweaty body of her shrunken son.

Her fingers found their way into her still sopping wet cunt. Her breasts began to leak milk. It was pure bliss for the woman. Her son tasted so healthy and vibrant on her tongue, the power over his life. The primal instinct of protecting her offspring pounding away as she masturbated on the chair. Her toes spread as her body temp rose higher as orgasm was coming closer. And there it was, a burst of salty goodness only a man could give. The sweetness only a young man could give. Ritchie came as he rode her tongue. His moans mixing with his mother's. Rebecca spat him out into her hands and panted looking at the ceiling. She wobbled to her feet and carried him to the kitchen. Rebecca said nothing as she cleaned him up. "We all are thinking tomorrow might be our last day on earth. My daughter is going into battle. My son lives in another world. And this child in my belly, might not even be born" she said with her voice breaking.

She dried him off and Ritchie used arcane to grow himself back. Rebecca stood there looking at her feet embarrassed at how she lost control. She saw his tanned toes step up next to hers. "Mom look at me. I get how you're feeling right now. I get it. You didn't hurt me and I'm not angry with you" he said softly. She looked up at him with tears running down her face. "I don't wanna end up like your grandma and have my babies die!" she yelled hugging him tight. His mother sobbed into his chest. "I'm sure it won't come to that. Claire is super powerful. You have no idea the power she truly...damn! I forgot!" he yelled. "Forgot what?" she asked. "Pelé asked me to tell you all something extremely important" he said walking over to Claire. He began shaking her. "Wha? Did I doze off?" she asked rubbing her eyes. "Claire. Have you noticed anything weird lately?" he asked. "You're fucking kidding right?" she sighed. "Serious sis. Anything unexplainable. No matter how small" he said. "Unexplainable? Well, Lawan and Hikari said they heard a voice in their heads telling them to bring their kids along. They said it wasn't Ebonheart though" she replied. "Pelé you heard that?" Ritchie asked. The stone around his neck glowed.

"That I did, and I find it not a coincidence" she replied. "Okay...you're worrying me" Claire said standing up. "You understand the nature of Etherion right?" Pelé asked. "Sort of. It's the source of all magic. the raw unchanged, undiluted form of it. And I recall you saying you wielded it yourself" Claire replied. "More like shared but you have the basics correct. Imagine the totality of magic as a great big reservoir and Etherion is the floodgates. Now, every time someone casts a spell, it's like tossing a pebble into the water. The use of magic is like tiny ripples crossing a few feet away from over the water. Bigger the spell, bigger and longer the ripples" she explained. "Okay...I'm not following the problem" Claire said. "Problem is sis, somebody is causing ripples big enough to be noticed through the ENTIRE magic source" Ritchie said. "But you just said the bigger the spell the bigger the ripple. That spell would be super huge! Wouldn't someone have noticed something?" Claire asked. "And that is what concerns me child. Someone extremely powerful is tapping into the source of magic to use massive spells, without being noticed" Pelé said. "Ebonheart" Claire hissed.

"No, not even she is capable of this. The only being in existence I know of that could do this is myself" Pelé said. "It makes no sense. If this being is so powerful, then why whisper to them to bring their kids along?" Claire asked. "Don't know and for now keep this to yourselves. No telling who could be observing them" Ritchie said. Claire and Rebecca nodded.

Later that evening...

Everyone sat at a long but very small table on the kitchen floor. A young giantess maid stood in her black stockings behind them dutifully waiting on them. "Elena isn't here. We should wait on her" Claire said. "She won't be joining us for dinner. She has other concerns" Keith said softly. "This could be our last dinner Keith" Claire said slightly upset. "Claire. I rather not get into details at the dinner table" he said looking at her. "You can begin Janine" Lily said sighing. The giantess sat on her knees and feet and held the silver tray in one hand as she used the other to place plates the size of quarters on the table one by one. It was a delicate job not to crush them between her fingers, but it was clear she had practice. She was young, the youngest maid in the house at 13 years of age. Like many other she was a borrower.

Janine had a horrible life until Lily rescued her and to this day preferred the company of girls due to her past. She lived in the mansion to avoid males and worked as a maid to pay Lily back. Her fingers were long for her age and was perfect for the finer duties. She was very skilled in crafts and sewing and when it came to tiny cookware, she rarely had accidents. She was frightened like the others knowing what tomorrow was. Seeing the lines of people entering the mansion was telling. But as she sat there dolling out teeny eating utensils, each guest seemed strong and brave in their own right. Claire, confident in her powers. Lawan, reserved and dignified. Aspen, holding her belly as if holding a promise. Hikari, wide eyed, curious, graceful, and everlasting. And Keith, the cornerstone, the protector, strong, healthy, and virile. Janine blushed and wriggled her giant toes in her stockings at her last thoughts.

She begged to be human sized to serve Lily better but in truth it was a mental defense against males. Being bigger than they were meant they couldn't harm her. Now entering her first mating cycle, her eyes lingered on Keith more as she placed food trays down. She heard whispers about him. A good father. Kind and loving. Temperamental but never abusive. He loved to cuddle tiny girls. Lick them and tell them how he cared for each one of them. Janine fidgeted more. He had lost his entire family like she had and that made her think he would understand her pain. They had begun eating and she hadn't moved. The maids gossiped about how they heard moans from his room. How he liked to suckle on breasts, lick and suck their feet, lick their cunts until they groaned his name. Janine looked down at her chest. Barely a A cup. She thought about her feet. She never painted her toes or lotioned her feet. Would he like them she thought. She fidgeted more worried if her feet smelled.

She had been working all day preparing for the thousands to take refuge in the house. Wearing those stuffy flats all day hurt her feet and she took them off two hours earlier. Was that enough time for her feet to air out? "Nobody said anything to maybe they didn't...wait. Keith is still a full-blooded borrower! He might be able to smell them!" she thought. Janine wanted badly to leave the room but has to stay as per protocol until dismissed. "I can't smell them so maybe he can't" she prayed. "So...about what's going on. We all agree Claire has to take point after hiding the baby" Keith said. "That's the plan. We form defensive lines around the colony keeping our best near where she will give birth" Claire said. "Mom will be expecting that. She studied all your fights. Knows your strategies. She'll have countermeasures" Danica warned. "If I wanted the opinion from a mass murder, we'd ask for it" Claire said.

"Claire. She's a source of info. Let her talk" Keith said. "...fuck ever" Claire hissed. "Ebonheart knows Claire will lead the charge just like she knows Keith likes to play his trump card at the last second. It won't be so easy to fool her. She's has this planned to the letter. Do you even know why she's working as a senator's aide?" Danica asked. Keith shook his head. "She needed the borrower rights bill passed for her plan to work. Consider this. What jobs gave the most leeway to employing borrowers first?" she asked. "Hospitality and I saw them working for the airlines" Aspen replied. "Exactly. She plans to use borrowers as carriers for her virus spells like she used plague rats" Danica said. "Where they could infect passengers, who would spread it across the planet. Contaminate food and water in hotels, schools, and businesses. My god" Lily muttered.

"There would be a pandemic in a week. Mass casualties" Hikari said. "Not a week. Just 48 hrs. would be enough to infect half a billion. Planes infected in New York and Los Angeles would be enough" Keith said. There was a long silence. Janine found herself speaking. "Well...when I have to play against people online. I found when they anticipate what I'm going to do...I don't change it but use it to my advantage" she said softly. "Kid. This isn't some Call of Duty match" Aspen said sighing. "Aspen I'm willing to listen to any suggestion. So should you. Can you explain better miss..."

"Janine...just Janine" she said looking away shyly. "So Janine, you said you use it to your advantage? Explain" Keith said. "Well...umm...there are players that know I like to use corners to attack so they keep a lookout and pause when making turns. When that happens, I have teammates at rooftop level acting as snipers. Works well when they don't move very fast" she muttered nervous. Everyone was silent. "Yeah...it was stupid to chime in on this" she said very quietly. "No. Not stupid at all. We didn't even consider using snipers to pin down their best ranks. We're the ones that should feel stupid. Good work Janine" Keith said smiling. Janine rubbed her feet together blushing furiously at the compliment. She saw that the girls liked certain things about him that appealed to their likes but there was one common thread that they all liked about him. He made them feel special. Important. Valued. She distrusted males to a large degree but this tiny man below her, she felt no fear from him.

Dinner lasted an hour as they discussed plans and contingencies. Even Danica pitched a few ideas which was folded into their tactics. Janine stood quietly at the sink washing dishes as Keith stood nearby smoking a cigarette and checking his phone. He had not grown back to human size. He was deep in thought as he uploaded pictures to his Facebook. Normally not strange, but he was doing it as a final will of sorts. A digital memory of his recent life. Over the smell of smoke, tobacco, and dishwashing detergent, she could faintly smell him. Virile and healthy for sure but stress, agitation, and fear as well. Once done with washing, she made tea for him. "Something to calm you down?" she asked bending down to hand it to him. "Uh...thanks" he said looking up at the young giantess and putting his phone away.

"Chamomile?" he asked. "A special blend" Janine replied. "It's good. You're young to be a maid" he said to her. The girl just shrugged. "You made preparations for tomorrow?" he asked. "Fire extinguishers charged. Doors cleared. Food and water stocked. Toiletries and baby stuff stocked" she sighed looking away shyly. "You're alone aren't you? No family" he muttered. "How...how do you know that?" she asked. "Because you have the same look in your eyes I once did. Have a seat kiddo" Keith said stubbing out his cig. The giantess plopped down on the floor next to him crossing her legs protectively. "I lost the last family member I had to a human. I was alone in the world for nearly three years. I hated humans. I hated their smell, the cruelty, and especially when they touched me. That broken look I know too well. I was human sized all the time back then and it was useful to stay alive...if you call that living. But being their size meant you had to interact in their world constantly. One night, a cold night when I was 15, I propositioned a human man for sex. I was starving and needed money. He did me in an alley for $20 and I took that money to a burger joint down the block. Had to use the drive through I was so filthy. Fortunately, they took pity on me and served me."

"Ordered my food and she shut the door. My reflection was clear in it. My eyes, my eyes devoid of happiness, joy, and especially trust. You've been hurt or seen someone hurt so badly it broke you" he said looking at her. Janine broke out into whimpering sobs. "Janine. I got better. I found people that love me. Gave me purpose. Disproved my idea that humans were cruel fucks. Happened to me, it can happen to you" he said. "How do you know that?!" she yelled. "You're here aren't you? Human sized aren't you? Lily had to have cared for you to have done this" he said. "She's great but that doesn't mean everyone is good!" she yelled. "No, it doesn't. There will always be bad people out there doing shitty things but that doesn't mean you should close yourself off from everyone to avoid that. You like me so why do you fear me too?" he asked.

Janine was shocked to hear him ask that. "Don't deny it. I can smell it on you all through dinner. You like me, but you're scared of me too. Why?" he asked concerned. "It's not you personally. I don't like males in general. I...I watched my mom get..."

"Stop. You don't have to force yourself to answer. I can guess what you're were going to say anyway. This is the plainest way I can say it. I won't hurt you. Not every male out there is interested in sex or just hurting girls. There are good men out there waiting for a pretty, kind, and dedicated girl to come into their lives, so they can love and protect them" he said. She looked at him. "Like you?" she asked. Keith paused. "Yeah...I guess. I'm not the only guy that's like that" he said blushing. Janine cracked a smile seeing the shy side of him. "I'm not that special" she muttered. "Yeah you are. There's only one of you in the world" he said off the cuff. Him saying that confirmed her belief in him. Janine pulled off her stockings and placed her giant bare feet before him. "Uhhh...Janine...what are you doing?" Keith asked.

"You...you like girl's feet right? I don't paint my nails or anything, but I do keep them clean. You...you can touch them" she said embarrassed. Keith walked over to her big toe on her right foot. He could smell her stale sweaty feet, but it wasn't unpleasant to him. Her pheromones flooded his nose. She was healthy and fertile. Ovulating and aroused. Breeding material for his kind. Her toe was smooth and rosy to the touch and he couldn't help but get an erection. He wanted to kiss it, lick it, rub his cock between the space of her toes. "No, this isn't right" he said backing away. "...I knew I'm not good enough...compared to the others here" she said pulling her knees to her chest and hiding her face between them. She rocked back and forth on her heels exposing her pinkish soles.  "That's not it at all. You're 12...13?"

"13" she said softly. "Yeah. And I bet you just recently began to get horny now and then. You mating cycles are coming in. You like me because I'm the first good guy that's come along. It would be wrong to act on it. Taking advantage of your vulnerabilities and you loving the first decent guy to come along. I can't be that guy for you Janine" he said. He could hear the giantess sniffling. "Someone will come along Janine. You gotta believe that. And for what it's worth, you'd make a fine mate" he said. "You're just saying that" she pouted. "No, sexy feet, a good scent, a kind heart. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tempted. I can't be your lover but I'm more than willing to be your friend. And I do love my friends very much, so you are loved" he said to her.

 She pulled her head up and wiped her tears away. Janine picked him up in her hands and kissed him. "Is that okay? I can do that right?" she asked. "Forgiveness before permission?" Keith chuckled. the girl blushed. "I don't mind kisses Janine. Just warn me so I can kiss you back" he replied. "Then I'm gonna kiss you again" she smiled. She kissed the small young man she didn't fear anymore and he returned it. "You won't be fighting tomorrow will you?" he asked. "No, I'll be in charge of one of the rooms with the civilians" she replied. "Stay safe. I hate seeing loved ones hurt" he said hopping onto the floor. Janine watched him leave the kitchen. "He said I was his friend. That's good seeing he fucks his friends. There's hope yet!" she giggled. 

Keith returned to his room seeing Lawan finishing up changing Kannika's diaper. "That girl was staring at you" she said quietly. "Too young and vulnerable" he said yawning. She placed the baby in the crib as he climbed onto the bed. His phone buzzed, and he typed something. "A text?" Lawan asked walking to him on the bedsheet. "Elena. She's about to deal with two problems with one solution" he said putting it away. "The last night before the deadline" she said softly. "Whatever you want, I'll do it" he said looking at her. Lawan barely said a word as she took off her clothes. She took off his for him and slipped his cock into her as she sat down on his crotch. He held her hands as she bounced up and down his shaft. Her teeth chattered as she looked into his eyes. "Keith" she whined as her pussy spasmed and milked him of his seed. She lay on his chest and began bouncing again. His chest became wet from her breastmilk as she sped up her fucking and the whimpering became deeper and ragged. "Keith...Keith..." she whined softly. He wrapped his arms around her and pushed his hips up to match her momentum.

She kissed him hard and deep nearly sucking the air out of his lungs only to break it to gasp for air. Her lips quivered. "Leave me with something. Please...please impregnate me. Please....please...PLEASE!" she pleaded with all her heart as she came again. She whimpered again as she felt his warm seed shoot into her. Lawan looked terrified as she raised her hand and began to enlarge herself. She blocked his entire view of the room towering over him. He'd seen that look before in her eyes. She was ravenous. "Fortify" she whispered as she prepared him. He was relieved she didn't shove him inside her after cumming twice. That didn’t say he was safe from anything else though. She grabbed him and sat on her ass. Her eyes widened as one would see a very desirable piece of food. Gently, she rubbed his body up and down her right sole a few times before turning him sideways and placing him between her toes.

Keith held her second toe to steady himself for a moment before kissing and licking it. His giantess wife squeezing her breasts and moaning as her milk sprayed the sheets. She wriggled her toes slightly and Keith groaned as his tiny dick was pushed left and right on her moist toe cleavage. "UUGH!" she groaned cumming a third time. Her shaking hands pulled him from her toes. Her eyes glazed over as she held his sweaty little body. Her lips trembled as they parted. He went in feet first and her lips closed right around his neck. Lawan sucked the sweet salty flavor right off her husband and moaning every second. Her tongue had parted his legs to almost yoga levels. So far, his feet rested on teeth on each side of her mouth. Lawan ever so gently clamped down holding him in place. She would've crushed his ankles or worse if she hadn't strengthened him beforehand. Drops of water fell to the sheet indicating she was crying. He literally felt her whimpering throughout his body. Fingering herself so fiercely, the room was filled with wet squishing sounds of her well fucked giant cunt.

Keith groaned one final time as she unloaded on her tongue. Her deep guttural groan vibrated his body right down to his bones. Keith was too exhausted to see the oddness of being sucked on and cumming on a giant tongue twice in one day. She let him slip out her mouth and cancelled her growth spell. She laid very quiet and still for a moment. Her eyes met his and she scooted over and buried her face in his chest. Lawan let out a pitiful wail before sobbing hard in his chest. All Keith could do is hold her tightly and kiss her silky black hair.

In other rooms, similar things were happening. Claire and a shrunken Aspen cuddled and talked about old times laughing and sometimes crying. Thomas stood over sleeping Ritchie as Rebecca sat at the foot of the bed rubbing his feet. Tears in her eyes as she wondered if she would have any children alive tomorrow. "Take you time sweetheart" he said softly to her as he left the room. His small yet obviously growing feet in her hands reminded her of times she fussed over him not caring for his feet as a young boy. "Your feet is the first line of defense for our kind!" she yelled seeing the first hint of callouses. "Defense from what? Aspen and granny Bethany aren't bad, and they don't have pets" he quipped back. The resulting arguments left them both in tears. Rebecca screaming he had turned his back on their teachings and that he wanted to be human. "You'll never be one of them so stop thinking like one!" she yelled. "I'd rather be a human than a person always fearing the world!" Ritchie yelled back. Rebecca slapped him, and the boy ran off.

He hid from everyone for two days as both families tore the house apart looking for him. Rebecca was beside herself the whole time fearing he had gone outside. "What if he was attacked by an owl or something! He could he hurt or..." she sobbed. Thomas hugged her as she kept blaming herself. It was Bethany of all people that found him. She had left out a pack of Oreos and found tiny footprints of cookie dust leading to a short stubby ceramic jar sitting on the counter. A thin string was attached to the top and the lid was half open.  She cracked it open and sure enough sat Ritchie. "We've been looking for you" the old giantess said softly. Ritchie looked up but said nothing. Bethany reached in and picked him out of it. "Your family is worried beyond belief" she said. "Good!" he yelled. "Your mother is sobbing your name. Even your sister was crying today" she said. "They...they were? Even Claire?" he asked. "We all say things we don't mean when we're angry. Doesn't mean we stop loving" she said. She carried him over to where the hole in the wall leading to his home was. "It's okay to stand up for what you believe in but also understand not everyone is going to share your belief too. That might be too big a lesson for an 8-year-old boy" she muttered.

"Mom doesn't trust you or Aspen" he said. "You mom had a hard life. You haven't. One day she will see the truth. Just be patient until then. Rebecca! Found him!" she yelled knocking on the wall. The tiny woman ran out the hole and clutched him tightly. "Remember what I said Ritchie and Rebecca? Be more understanding. He hasn't lived a hard life like you have. Not all the same rules apply to him" Bethany said before walking away. Rebecca remembered her relief seeing him alive and well that day. How precious he was. Constantly smelling him for head to toe for days. Years passed but such a feeling hadn't changed. Rebecca smelled his feet briefly as to remember his scent before kissing him on the lips. 

Lily laid beside her still tiny daughter her size and cuddled her closely. Rose had fallen asleep as her mother brushed her hair with her fingers. "Susan I'm sorry. We should be intimate if this might be our last day on earth. It's just..." Lily said tearing up. Susan stopped drying her hair with a Kleenex as she sat on the bed. "Don't apologize. You got nothing to be sorry for" the girl said softly as she slipped under the covers on the opposite side of Rose. "She looks like you if ya look hard. Same lips and nose. Same hands and feet" she said. "Really? Always thought she looked more like her dad" Lily said. "She has his looks too, but I can see what she got from ya. She bites her nails when nervous. Scrunches her toes when pissed. And when she's happy, she makes this toothy grin. Just like you" she said. "How did you know that when you were blind?" Lily asked. "The sound they make. A chittering sound on your nails and teeth. The sound of tendons in the toes when you scrunch them" Susan replied. She kissed and smelled Rose. "Love her like a birthed her myself. Gotta thank you for that" she said.

Elena gave a look outside before going down the steps to the wine cellar. What she saw chilled her soul. She began muttering prayers while clutching her rosary. Her sandals made slapping sounds against her soles as she went down the wooden steps. She was human size thanks to Keith earlier. A necessary thing for what was to come. She slowly walked to the cage where Jacob sat. "You can go or stay. Doesn't matter" she said to his guards. "What's going on?" Jacob asked nervous. Elena looked at him. His hair was matted to his scalp. Bruises covered his body. The stale smell of sweat, piss, and sex lingered on him. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a shallow cup and a bottle of water. "Open his cage. It's time" she told them. The female borrower opened it. "Come out Jacob" Elena said softly. The boy staggered out. "What are you going to do to me?" he asked. "Eat you Jacob" she replied. The boy fell to his knees crying. "Do you believe in God? Are you a Christian?" she asked. He looked up at the giantess. "...yeah" he replied. "Get in the water" she said as she poured some into the cup.

"Jacob. Do you know what ablutions are? It's kind of a baptism that washes away sins. As much as I loathe you, I still believe you are worthy of god's graces if you repent" she said. The borrowers looked at one another. "Speak your sins and ask forgiveness" she said. Jacob sat in the cold water splashing himself as he said one horrible thing after another. The shrunken young man sobbed as he knew his life was coming to an end.  A supreme irony was if he had committed more atrocities, he would've lived longer as his confessions would be drawn out. The borrowers scowled hearing what he had done. Elena gripped her rosary so tightly it left marks in her skin. She was Catholic but hearing him talk about eating a shrunken college girl slowly bit by bit made her wish he burned for eternity for it. Once he had stopped, she had him get out the cup. "Touch the beads. Jacob, are you worry for what you have done?" she asked.

"Yes...yes I'm sorry" he sobbed. "Do you ask God and his Son to forgive your sins?" she asked. He nodded. "Then pray with me. Our father in heaven. Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done. As on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our debts, as we have forgiven or debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but to deliver us from evil...amen" she said. "....a... amen" he said in a broken voice. He opened his eyes and looked up just as her open mouth came down on him.

She raised her head as his legs kicked pointlessly. Slowly she slurped him into her mouth as the guards on the table watched with a grin. "Eat him. Chew the fucker up" the woman below cheered. Elena shook her head at her as she worked him to the back of her mouth. With a loud gulp, Jacob was sent down her throat. "You're right. He should suffer" the woman said. "It won't work unless he dies in my belly. I will absorb his soul. No heaven or hell for him. Just oblivion. You should pity him instead of celebrating" Elena said coldly. "Then what was the post of all that?" the male borrower asked. "It was for MY soul" she replied. Inside, Jacob felt the stinging on his skin. Elena hadn't eaten since that morning for a particular purpose. She knew his digestion would be swifter if she starved herself. She was right. Her stomach was more than ready to break down the proteins and nutrients given to it.

Sizzling from his skin was drowned out by his screams. His legs had become numb as he began to sink under the surface of stomach acid. He couldn't hold his mouth shut as the pain got worse. Acid and bile flooded his mouth almost immediately burning his tongue out. His lungs dissolved, and his heart beat slower as shock took over. He could no longer feel a thing. Acids had eaten away at his back dissolving his spinal cord. his last thoughts were of Mei and his child. A child he'd never see. Elena felt his soul absorbed into her body. Magic returned to her to control. It always made her pussy wet much to her loathing. She stood back up and walked up the stairs. She walked to Keith’s room to inform him that it was taken care of. She belched tasting his flesh. A taste she instinctively liked which made her shed tears. He was their enemy but also a married man and father. She had taken his soul which made atonement pointless. He was just a bleached skeleton in her stomach by now and like her other past victims, had become fuel for her power. This time however, her power would be used to save countless others. A small glimmer of salvation in her mind.

Elena wiped her face and knocked on his door. "Come in" he said. "I'm bothering you" she said seeing their small bodies on the bed. "It's okay. I was expecting you. I take it hat it worked?" he asked. "It did" she replied. "Need to talk about it?" he asked. "Just say a prayer for my soul tonight and for the world. It doesn't bode well for us" she said. "I know the odds are long but..." he said until she pointed to his window. "Look" she said. Keith hopped over to the windowsill as Lawan got up. "You mean the moon?" he asked looking at it. Elena held her rosary tight in her right hand. "It's a sanguine moon. It's caused by the scattering of sunlight through the atmosphere. Nothing sinister about it" he said. "Book of Revelation chapter 6 verses 11-13. And I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal, and lo there was a great earthquake; and the sun became as sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood" she muttered. "But there was no earthquake. That there is just a coincidence nothing more" Keith said.

"But there will be a solar eclipse. One is an oddity, two is a coincidence, but three? Three is a pattern" Elena said to him. Keith and Lawan saw her trembling. "Maybe you should sleep with us tonight" Lawan said to her. Elena barely nodded as she put down her rosary. She slipped her clothes off and crawled into their bed. Seeing her too petrified to sleep, Lawan cast a sleeping spell on the giantess. "What did she come to tell you?" Lawan asked touching the exposed shoulder of the girl. "That she ate and absorbed Jacob's soul" he replied. Lawan looked at him. "As if we had any other choice. Two birds, one stone" he said closing his eyes. Lawan couldn't refute that and turned to her left side facing him. "Goodnight beloved" she said. "Goodnight my goddess. The one who owns my soul" he muttered. She hugged his arm tightly and closed her eyes.

Back at the hotel...

"There you are. I came to tell you that all are bedded for the night including my sister and Mai. You should turn in yourself" John said. "I will shortly. Right now, I'm trying to choose" Ebony said tapping her finger on her chin. The woman stood there in the front of the hotel outside in the drop off area wearing nothing but a silk robe. John watched the street as cars and pedestrians passed by with not an inkling of notice. He was impressed her perception spell was still this effective after two days. "Trying to choose what?" he asked. "A decent ride. I'm not getting out of a fucking black van like some common thug" she huffed. "Well you got a bunch to choose from. A Mercedes there, Audi there, a Jag" he said cocking his head. "I don't want luxury. I want power. Hello..." she said spotting something. The asphalt felt cool under her bare feet as she approached the car. A slight breeze tickled her pussy making her shiver slightly and nipples causing them to harden. "This will do nicely" she said running her hand along the side of the hood.

"An interesting choice if I'd say so. A white Mustang GT?" he said. "Oh? You think it's unbecoming?" Ebony said. "I looked and there before me was a pale horse. It's rider was named Death, and Hades was following close behind him" he replied. "And you see me as the figure of death from the bible?" she asked with a grin. She walked past him back to the front of the hotel. She saw the valet podium and paused as a shrunken young man in a valet uniform stood in front of it on the ground. "What do you think Ebonheart?" he asked. Ebony pivoted her heel raising her sole right over the young man she lowered it slowly on him until he was pressed into the asphalt. Still under her spell. He couldn't scream as the dirty sole flesh pressed harder and harder on his body. The air in his lungs was pressed out and one by one his ribs cracked and broke. His legs, arms and then there was a wet pop. Ebony twisted her foot back and forth hearing the crunching of already pulverized bones. His blood and organs seeped from between her toes.

"What I think?" she asked fishing out the keys to the mustang. "I think we all have our parts to play. I see myself as the producer. If all the world's a stage, and men and women are merely players...then the producer is a god. Come John. Let's get our rest for tomorrow is the Final Act..." she said walking back into the hotel.