Shivers ran up Adrian’s body. She wrapped her arms around herself, tight into a self-embrace to manage her warmth, but the chills were overpowered. The bare, hard floor of the boiler room was cold to the touch, and the vacant air had dropped in temperature the deeper into the night it had gotten. The lights had since been blown out, once the ritual had been completed, and Adrian was thus alone in the darkness.

Of course, she wasn’t entirely alone. She stood in the middle between two mountainous people; a football field’s distance between the two as far as Adrian was concerned, but barely anything for Erin and Melanie. The room was cramped, really only meant to house the water boiler itself, some spare inventory, and one or two people to work on it. Despite these distances feeling so grand for Adrian, what with her shrunken state, the lack of light, the freezing air, and the featureless walls made her feel significantly more claustrophobic.

It had been her choice to stand out in the cold, however. Melanie had offered to let Adrian sleep in the nook of her arm, or anywhere she pleased, but Adrian refused. She couldn’t stand even looking at Melanie, much less sleep beside her. Even now, she stared elsewhere at all times, trying to make things out in the dark but instead letting her vision only get lost.

The possibility of escaping was still hot on Adrian’s mind, but no opportunity realistically existed. The one conventional exit, the door, had been blocked by a few books that Melanie had picked up. Normally, the small collection of stories wouldn’t hold up anyone, they would just be pushed away, but for Adrian, it was an impossible obstacle. The books were set up perfectly to block the crack beneath the door, stacked high enough that her little body would never have the strength to lift them.

Beyond the door, there were two other options -- “options,” Adrian joked to herself. An air vent was one of these, but it was far too high towards the ceiling. The other was a drain or pipe, if she could find one somewhere around the boiler, but that was impractical to consider.

There were other barriers in her path to escape, too. Where would I go? At such a puny size, there was no safety guaranteed. Out there, in the normal world full of normal things, Adrian would just be a human-bug, struggling to survive in a land that could easily and brutally kill her without notice. She looked back at Melanie; for all her torture and evilness, she also represented a sort of sanctuary that protected her from those outside terrors. What about Erin? That was the other obstacle. She couldn’t abandon Erin, not when she did so much to try and find her after she went missing, only to be trapped in this horror. If she was going to escape, it was going to be beside her.

Unfortunately for Adrian, that, too, seemed impossible. She stared at the shadow that was Erin’s form in the darkness. Her ex had drifted asleep, so it seemed, hunched forward and unmoving. Resisting wasn’t going to get her anything except punishment, so Melanie had threatened. Unable to talk and unable to move, all Erin could do while waiting to be shrunk was fall into an uncomfortable sleep.

As Adrian studied her, she noticed one of Erin’s long legs twitch. Soon after, the rest of her body twitched in little places. Adrian felt something familiar about this scene. She recalled feeling those twitches against her body, underneath a sheet and with Erin held close to her in a sleepy hug. Adrian remembered consoling her, petting her hair until Erin woke up, and Adrian would tell her it was going to be okay, while anxiously waiting to hear what kind of silly nightmare her girlfriend had been having.

Adrian smiled, but it died immediately. The nightmares Erin was having now must feel more real, she figured. There was a lot to think about while kidnapped, bound and gagged, and waiting to be turned into a doll. Adrian could only imagine; was it perhaps a blessing that her own shrinking had been so sudden and unexpected?

Without really realizing it, Adrian had made her way up to the front of Erin, stopping in front of her sandals. She flinched when Erin idly moved, squirming into a position that was just as uncomfortable as the last. In doing this, she stirred just slightly, and far above Adrian were her ex’s eyes, bleakly staring down at her.

“E-Erin…” Adrian spoke at a normal volume, hoping to sound like a whisper. She wanted to look back at Melanie, check to see if she was awoken by any of this, but she couldn’t turn away. She focused on Erin only, trying to understand her expression. With the gag still hard in her mouth, there was no way she would get a verbal reply.

But she did get a response. Erin leaned forward, as far forward as the ropes would allow her. She moved her legs out of the way, allowing her to better see Adrian, or at least as much of her in the dark room as she could. Their eyes traded thoughts, so it seemed, and for a minute they did nothing but this.

“I’m… I’m so sorry, Erin. I’m so sorry.” Adrian’s voice cracked halfway into the apology. She sniffled, managing to hold back her emotions. “I… I don’t know what else to say, heh. I mean… even now, this doesn’t feel real, does it?”

Erin somberly shook her head in agreement.

“It-- I know this is bad to say, p-probably, but… I wish you hadn’t come. You looking for me, and being worried, that’s how you got into this mess.”

Erin hesitated, but she shook her head again. She continued to shake it, all through Adrian’s next words.

“I-I know! I know. Just… To be honest, I didn’t even think that someone might be looking for me. It didn’t really cross my mind. Even my family, I mean… I’m sure they’re worried, too, but I didn’t think they’d travel across the state to come searching themselves…

“Why did you come? Of all people, I didn’t think you’d be so concerned to come out all this way.”

Erin mumbled something, but she tried more to communicate a thought via her expression. She closed her eyes tight, she shook her head at an angle. So much she wanted to say that the gag wouldn’t allow.

But Adrian wanted a clearer answer. Her stance straightened, “Can I come closer?”

Erin nodded. Her eyes flickered to Melanie, and then back to her. She nodded again.

Adrian approached. This was the third giant she had come so close to. She was used to Melanie -- as accustomed to her as she could get, anyway -- and for a brief time, Nicky, in no sober state, towered over her. This felt like a whole new experience, despite how familiar the more frightening aspects were. This was the first time she would be tiny around someone she knew, and no less was it someone she had known intimately.

That feeling was almost overwhelming, right as she stepped between the two colossal feet. It didn’t register to Adrian that she was waltzing between Erin’s legs, as she was caught in a trance of wonder. She examined the feet on either side of her, the knee-high toes apparently tickled just by her being there. Up above, Adrian saw the rope that tightly bound the two legs together, wrapped at her knees. She continued, her hand instinctively wanting to graze along the leather of the sandal as she passed by, but flinching back just shy of it.

Ahead of her, Erin’s thighs came to meet with her bottom, seated uncomfortably against the hard floor. The shorts Erin had decided to wear were particular short, exposing more of the flesh that Adrian was once able to feel and kiss. She blushed, angry at herself for letting those memories affect her. It felt wrong to look at her like this, somewhat exposed and in a vulnerable position, and for more reasons than just the fact that she could be killed by these legs. This was her lover, once, and not now. Yet, her eyes were drawn to the legs, drawing a line down them as her body shivered.

She hadn’t thought it out all the way, how coming closer to Erin wouldn’t mean much while on the floor. Adrian aimed her head up, shivering under the watchful stare that had followed her. With the cloth wrapped over Erin’s mouth, it was hard to determine how she felt. Adrian stuttered, “C-Can I come up there? I’d… have to climb you.”

Erin closed her eyes, opened them, and nodded. Her legs moved slightly, as if trying to shuffle into a position that was better for being climbed on.

Adrian realized then that the task she set upon herself wasn’t going to be as easy as she thought. She stepped forward, but hesitation stopped her from mounting the front of Erin. She shivered back and walked around to her right side, a less awkward area to begin her ascent, and with the benefit of more clothing to cling to. The jean fabric of Erin’s shorts made for sturdy handles, allowing Adrian to get a decent start onto Erin’s lap. Her hand touched the cool skin of Erin’s exposed thigh, using the up-raised leg as a support for balance. Erin restrained herself from being tickled by the fine touch.

“I’ll… keep going then,” Adrian said, to herself mostly, prefacing the next obstacle; Erin’s torso, a sharp rise, like a hillside cliff. Erin was understanding, but unable to offer much as aid, other than positioning herself as much as she could to flatten out her upper half.

Adrian climbed, hugging folds of Erin’s shirt in tight pinches as she made her way up. She heaved and panted, one pull at a time making her way along her ex’s body. To stave off distracting discouragement, she kept her mind busy with anything else, which happened to be memories. One of her first steps upward, her foot sinking into the cushion of stomach directly beneath her, had her recall how she would brush her fingers against the lean belly. She thought back to how her lips would press right there, just above her belly button, and now her whole body was grappling to that exact spot.

In search of a distraction, Adrian got more than she bargained. She huffed those thoughts away, but her face was trapped in a blush that only got redder the higher up she reached. Once at Erin’s breasts, scrambling over them with her tiny body, there was no going back. This is… the most awkward it could get, she thought, fighting off a storm of incoming distractions.

Mounting this peak, Adrian felt a blowing wind rustle past her. It was the minimal breaths exerted out Erin’s nostrils, the only way she could breathe. Adrian shielded herself with an arm, almost blown backwards. Erin was concerned, afraid she could accidentally cause Adrian to tumble all the way back down, and possibly even get hurt. But Adrian persevered, quickly making her way up Erin’s chest and towards the nape of her neck.

“Sorry for that,” Adrian panted, mixing in a small, anxious giggle for her mental health. “I’m… I’m here, though. Ah, I must… look really pathetic, don’t I? You know… climbing up your clothes, and just standing here…”

As she spoke, Adrian positioned herself at Erin’s shoulder. It was too unstable to stand, so Adrian clung to her in a crawl. In turn, Erin was pressured to twist her head as much as she could to maintain eye contact. It didn’t even feel worthwhile; with an inability to speak, it wasn’t as though the two could engage much more here than they could before.

This sparked a risky idea in Adrian, and one she acted on without much thought. “Erin, keep your head straight for just a second,” she said. “I’m gonna loosen this a little…”

As promised, Adrian sidled around Erin’s neck so that she was behind her. There, a knot about half Adrian’s size was balled up, keeping the gag in place. Adrian gripped one end of the cloth and tugged, tugged, tugged again, and with both hands, she finally undid one part of the knot, almost tripping behind herself when the knot gave in. A few more pulls allowed the rag to fall loose around Erin’s neck.

Immediately, Erin used her tongue to push the gag that clogged her mouth. It looked awkward and painful, but she managed to dislodge the balled-up cloths that had served to silence her. A deep breath followed, restrained out of fear that she might alert Melanie. Her eyes snapped from the spit-soaked gag up to Melanie -- she rustled in her sleep and moved her arm, but nothing more.

“Oh… Ahh, hah… A-Adrian…” Erin choked now on her words, her lips shivering. This one action had revived a hope inside her, as little as it was. “Jesus… Jesus Christ, Adrian…”

“I know, shh,” Adrian responded, pinching Erin’s ear. “Don’t talk too loud! Please!”

“I-I’m not, I-I won’t…” Erin panted, letting out a long, shaking breath. She was grateful to breathe again, lowering her head as if offering a prayer of thanks. “Adrian… Adrian…”

“Shh,” Adrian reinforced, “I-I know. I’m here.”

“Adrian,” Erin quickly said, “I couldn’t… just not come looking for you.”

“W-What?”
“When I heard the news a-and I realized it was you that went missing, I had to do something. Please, please don’t be mad.”

“I-I’m not mad, Erin. Seriously.”

“Fuck, Adrian…! I…!” Erin hissed. Her panic was on the rise, and it was too easy to start yelling and screaming now that she had the chance to plea for her life. She had to remain calm, but visibly she failed. In a hushed volume, “W-What’s going on…?! Why is this happening?! This can’t be fucking real…”

“It is,” Adrian shook her head, “it really is. I mean… I’m like this, aren’t I?”

“... Yeah…” Erin closed her eyes. Putting herself into more darkness, ironically, made her calmer. She meditated through the cold silence, creating a pause. “Adrian… I’m scared… Who is she? W-What was that fucked up ritual? Please…”

“That’s… Her name’s Melanie.” Adrian looked in her captor’s direction, viewing one titanic body from the peak of another. “We’re classmates, sort of. Well… we were classmates. She did this to me, suddenly. Because… a-apparently she…” It burned Adrian’s tongue to know the answer, and engulfing it entirely in flames was how she was explaining this to her ex. All of this was because Melanie had some deranged crush, an untamed attraction that spun wildly out of control. Melanie had made that much clear already to Erin, so Adrian dodged the matter. “Somehow, she got some spellbook from here, i-in this library I guess. It had a spell to shrink people, so that’s… that’s what she does, and then she tortures us. She--”

“Us?” Erin wanted to shake her head, but doing that would catapult Adrian away. “W-Who’s us? The other women that went missing, d-did they end up…?”

“Shrinking… Yeah…” Despair weighed down Adrian’s voice. Erin would be far from the first victim, much like Adrian herself wasn’t. “There’s three others. Two of them are college students like us, another is a woman. Apparently she only takes aim at… cute girls.”

“You’re… kidding.” Erin huffed, suddenly wanting to cry. “What kind of fucking creep…? Why would she do this…?!”

“I…” Adrian growled. “I don’t know! I wish I could fucking… do anything to stop her…! She’s getting worse… and worse… Even calling her a monster is doing her too fucking lightly.”

Erin whimpered. She felt a blizzard storming through her system, leaving her emotions with a crushing frostbite. The agony of starting to feel less and less in anticipation of what exact torture lay in wait for her, all while her mind ravaged itself in search of some justification.

The only comfort Erin had were the light touches of Adrian’s hand. Her fingers were so small, yet that minor contact felt reassuring. At the very least, she could tell herself that she succeeded. She found Adrian, after all that searching. Melanie can never take that away from me.

Adrian, meanwhile, recoiled from the anger she had just spat. She felt useless, pathetically unable to restore any of the peace she or Erin knew. In due time, Melanie would claim her prize, an additional woman shrunken to the height of a toy. New games would begin. Adrian’s heart ached; she would have to endure this all again, watching a new face be claimed entirely by Melanie.

She hugged Erin, spontaneously rushing into the pillowy cheek. Her face sank into the soft layer of skin, pressed deep into it so that her watery eyes could be wiped dry and hidden. She grunted, pushing even harder into Erin, her arms spread out into as wide of an embrace as she could manage.

Adrian said nothing. Erin lightly gasped, but she closed her eyes and pushed back against her friend. She was afraid to make too large of a movement, even with the ropes still binding her, but she nuzzled her face against Adrian’s little body. She wanted to cry, too, but the creeping fear was too much. Her mouth lay open, but nothing could be said to accurately describe what she felt.

“Erin,” Adrian began, “we’ll escape this. When we’re… s-small, together, we’ll figure something out. This… isn’t the end.”

“I… I know.”

“Believe me!” Adrian shook the bundle of cheek she had wrapped into her arms, affirming how serious she was. “I can’t leave you behind! And… I won’t. Whatever happens to us, we’ll look out for each other, and--”

“You two aren’t going to kiss, are you?” Melanie’s voice interrupted the dialogue. Adrian unleashed a shrill gasp, and Erin’s head immediately rose away from the tiny woman that hugged her. “I was hoping you wouldn’t, but… at the same, I was kind of hoping you would…”

Adrian panicked, looking around the platform of a shoulder she was on. In the pitch black darkness ahead of her, she couldn’t see where Melanie was, only the vaguest movement of a shadow. If Erin had a better idea, she couldn’t aim Adrain in the right direction. Like water flooding a room, both girls felt immersed in a rising fear. The relief they enjoyed was nothing but a brief high to distract them from the corruption laying beside them.

Melanie then appeared, her figure illuminated by the glow of a phone’s screen being activated. It was a strike of lightning, Melanie now in view and for her captives to see, hovering over them with an entertained grin.

“I wanted an excuse to punish you, but, I remembered I don’t really need one.” Melanie knelt down, just enough that she still stood a head over the paralysis-stricken Erin. “You don’t think you could still love Adrian, do you?”

Erin’s lips quivered. “N-N-No--”

A sharp point came close to Erin’s neck, which she was unable to rear away from. It was a knife, suddenly equipped in Melanie’s grip, inches from piercing such sensitive skin. Adrian lost her breath, and almost her balance, at the sight of the glimmering knife being held up to her ex. It was the same knife, she recalled, that was used to threaten Scarlet after Melanie idly played with the dangerous thing.

“You don’t. You should hate Adrian.” Melanie’s smile had withered, but it came back in full force. “It’s because of her that you’ve ended up here, my soon-to-be pet… Doesn’t that make your blood boil? You come all this way in search of the woman you hurt, and it leads you here. Right to me… and Adrian, too.” Melanie’s creepy eyes drifted from Erin’s to Adrian’s. “Sorry, Adrian, I forget sometimes… that these toys belongs to you, too.”

“Melanie-- Please, put the fucking knife down,” Adrian pleaded, ignoring what Melanie had to say. “Don’t… Don’t do something you’ll regret.”

“Ha!” Melanie chuckled. “Adrian, you’re always right. You give my thoughts such clarity…” The point of the knife was drawn back, yet its aim was still threatening. Backing away meant nothing against such an immobilized target. “I would hate to have this bitch bleed out here in some shitty boiler room, when there’s so many other games we get to play.”

Melanie sat the phone down between herself and Erin, adjusting the flashlight from her phone so that it brought light to the rest of her surroundings. Erin and Adrian flinched as this light temporarily overwhelmed them, and in that instant, Melanie reached for the tiny woman mounted on the shoulder and nabbed her back into her grip.

“I bet you’ve been having perverted thoughts, Adrian,” Melanie teased, looking back and forth between her victims. “I wondered what you would do if I left you alone for a couple hours. I had a suspicion you’d try something like this, breaking her free…”

“I-I wasn’t going to-- j-just the gag,” Adrian argued, all the while squirming in the hand of her opponent. “I swear, I swear to god!”

“I wish you could see the world you’re in, Adrian…” Melanie sighed; a genuine show of emotion, that she was let down. “This slut you were standing on… I-I mean, you know you can do anything to her. Anything.”

To show this fact off, Melanie reached forward, with the same hand gripping Adrian, and groped Erin’s right breast. She massaged the smaller woman into the chest, Adrian’s entire body framed by the plush surface that welcomed her -- though Erin was not as welcoming to the idea. She squealed, but her cry was cut short by the reminder of the knife, still on standby to be used. A silent threat of the weapon was all it took to soften her yelp into a stutter of enduring mutterings.

Adrian pushed back against Erin’s boob, begging for release. “Melanie! Melanie, stop!”

“No, you stop! Hehe… You’re the one living it up right now…” Melanie tilted her head, putting more effort into having Adrian’s body massaged around this delicate area of Erin. “Enjoy it~ This dumb slut’s body belongs to you. All of it. Well… while it lasts.”

“A-Adrian!” Erin squeaked, teeth chattering. She felt sick; it wasn’t bad enough that her body was being abused, but that Adrian was involved, forced into this circumstance. She could only wonder how it felt for such a tiny person, one she would soon become, to be in this kind of position. Picturing her own body at such a scale made her shiver, as did the unwanted groping continuing along her chest.

“Aww,” Melanie cooed, “you have a cute face… I’m glad that if any whore was going to manipulate my Adrian, it was at least someone that was… kind of pretty. It will make it even more exciting to see that cuteness ravaged.” She giggled, a sound that tortured Erin’s ears. A whine rang from Erin’s throat, a weak cry for help, but the knife was a shimmering reminder -- Melanie need only twiddle the item in her fingers. “No… No sounds. Stabbing you or crushing you, it doesn’t make a difference to me.”

Erin continued to whimper, and the knife drew closer. Adrian clawed up Erin’s breast, slipping out from underneath Melanie’s hand. “Erin, Erin, just listen to her,” she begged, “don’t get yourself hurt…!”

Erin choked. Tears streamed down her red cheeks, her face the example of humiliation. Her arms and legs begged to be freed, and Melanie teased that desire by grazing the knife ever so close to her bindings. Giggling as she did so, Melanie found great pleasure in toying with such a big doll, but the real satisfaction was in Adrian’s predicament. The sight of her love scrambling along a pair of massive breasts, indirectly molesting this girl further in an attempt to stay safe from her, a dark goddess. She breathed, a foggy exhale that she accidentally put over Erin’s head like a threatening snarl. Erin couldn’t even flinch, fearing that any reaction would be met with a fatal response.

Melanie leaned back. Her eyes seemed confused, as if she was in wonder of what she was feeling. Up and down, she looked all over Erin’s body. Perhaps it was a moment of soberness, but it was a fleeting thought. A smile took over that puzzled expression, as if the answer was pleasantly clear; she really could do anything to this woman, but Adrian could too.

Adrian had been making a weak dash to reach Erin’s shoulder, as though that could protect her. She was picked up, pinched at the waist by two huge fingers. Melanie lifted her away, but not far from Erin. In fact, she was placed against her again, this time wedged between Erin’s thighs, right up to where the legs of her denim shorts met.

“Melanie! Fuck!” Adrian shouted, but like all the other times, her protests were silenced. Scream as she might, she couldn’t stop Melanie from putting her in such a place, where the heat of Erin’s body was perhaps at its most intense. Worst of all was the harsh finger behind her, pressing into her back and forcing her deeper against Erin where her yells for helps were even more muffled.

Erin squirmed, but the ropes only allowed for so much resistance. “P-Ple--” She tried to talk, but she gasped as an erotic chill stung her senses. Her teeth chattered, her lips narrowed. She swallowed, and nearly choked.

Melanie grinned. “Does your cunt smell?” she asked suddenly. It was an embarrassing question all around, one Erin surely didn’t expect to answer. Melanie continued, “For Adrian’s sake, I hope not. Maybe I should ask…”

“P-Please, please,” Erin muttered.

“Hey, Adrian?” Melanie lessened her push on Adrian, no longer massaging her into Erin’s crotch but still keeping her pinned. “Does it smell? Erin wants to know if she bathed well enough before getting fucked like this.”

Adrian growled back a flurry of swears, but her anger only made Melanie more amused. Melanie knew, after all, that it was the point to simply plant these thoughts into Adrian and Erin, to twist their minds how she wanted. Indeed, this worked; Adrian, despite her best to not think of it, couldn’t help but mentally address the scent and the circumstance as a whole. It was a familiar musk, an aroma of sweat and intimacy. Neither pleasant nor unpleasant, but the semi-salty atmosphere was overbearing nonetheless. She wanted to gag, what with this being her only source of air. Certainly the humidity didn’t help her breathing either, caught between Erin’s honed legs like two walls of flesh trapping her. Erin’s idle wiggling -- her only method of resistance -- trapped her even tighter, almost enough so that Adrian wondered if Erin was keeping her there intentionally.

“Perhaps this isn’t enough,” Melanie thought aloud. “Here-- Try this.”

Lifted up again, but only a short distance, Adrian was moved from the outside of Erin’s shorts to within her panties. Melanie pulled aside the fabric and made an opening, one that greeted Adrian’s minuscule self with a short strip of hair. Adrian tried to grapple Melanie’s finger, clinging to it with her arms and legs, but Melanie shook her off so that she fell within the helpless woman’s shorts.

When trapped before, Erin’s body heat had felt particularly warm, but from within her shorts, it was sweltering. The sweat, skin, and pubic hair all enclosed Adrian into a tight corner, one that she had been sealed into darkness. Her attempts to break loose were futile, and even countered. Instead of pulling herself up, Melanie’s finger pushed her in, forcing Adrian to a deeper point in Erin’s multi-colored panties.

Adrian reached up, then coughed. The finger was a hard barrier to bypass, outpowered by this lone digit and it’s stubborness to be moved. “Move, Melanie! Let me fucking out…!” Adrian wheezed, feeling her legs slip into the slick texture of Erin’s pussy. Her legs winced as they stepped onto the pink folds, but her shock was nothing compared to the earthquake that was Erin jostling. It was a trail of shivers, a tickling arousal that made Erin quiver, and in return, wetter. Adrian yelled again, feeling the threat of being swallowed by her ex’s hole.

Melanie was entertained, intensely observant of how Erin reacted to all this. “Are you enjoying this? You should,” she laughed. “You gave this up, having Adrian all to yourself… In a way, you’re really responsible for her shrinking. Had you two decided to stay together, well, I probably wouldn’t have known of Adrian. I’d never think to shrink her and make her mine. Haaah, when I put it that way, m-maybe I should be thanking you…”

The dialogue was of no interest to Erin, but it remained painful. Melanie went on, “You’re getting really turned on… You would fuck a tiny Adrian, wouldn’t you? Hehe. Isn’t it tempting?” Her finger dove deeper, at an agonizingly slow pace. Down with it went Adrian and her frantic attempts to escape. “If I weren’t here, wouldn’t you want to fuck the shit out of her? Wouldn’t you want to pick her up and shove her deep inside you? Isn’t she so important? It would feel like she’d complete you…!”

“No!” Erin spat. “I-I wouldn’t fucking--”

Melanie hissed, nearing her face closer to Erin to enforce silence. “Of course you wouldn’t! You wouldn’t do that now, knowing that she’s mine! She’s mine! She’s… She belongs to me, we’re connected… Soulbound…! Knowing that, how could you possibly get between us?!

“Ahh… Th-That’s… how irrelevant you are…” Melanie went back. The finger she used to massage Adrian into place ceased its movements, and in doing so, Adrian was free to squirm out from the moist prison she had been shoved into. That freedom wouldn’t last, as her exhausted body was swiftly grabbed again, notably more limp in Melanie’s fingers this time around. “You won’t be between us! You never will. The person stuck in the middle… is poor Adrian.”

“I-I don’t…” Erin dared to speak, tempting fate first by mumbling just those couple of words. When a knife wasn’t pointed at her, she hesitantly continued, “I-I don’t want Adrian… Y-You can have her… We-- I-I broke up, with her… I don’t--”

“Shut up,” Melanie ordered, and right away was her wish granted. “Don’t lie to me. You came back to her because you realized what a mistake you made, and you were scared she was gone forever. Like an abusive piece of shit, you came running back when you’d be at an advantage to win her over. That’s it, right?”

“N… Ergh, no…!” Erin whined, coughing to the side. She looked up to Melanie with a begging expression, her eyes large and pitiful. “I don’t want her! Y-You can have her, I promise I’ll just let you--”

“Open your mouth. I’m tired of you talking… and I want to shut you up.” Melanie carried her voice with a low, dark tone. Her eyes flickered to Adrian, distressed and weak, then back to Erin, more specifically her lips. Erin’s mouth was open just a small space, but not enough for Melanie and what she had in mind. By force, she used her fingers to hold open Erin’s mouth, regardless of how she tried to then bite it closed.

Then, with a devilish smile, she lifted Adrian to Erin’s mouth. “Be careful,” was all Melanie teased before quickly putting her obsession onto Erin’s tongue. Adrian was hopeless to escape, her desperate throws to grab onto anything in resistance found nothing but the slight graze of Erin’s soft lips -- the very lips that now promised to encompass her. Adrian screamed, and Erin choked, wanting this only as much as her ex did.

Erin stuttered. She wanted to spit and yell, but that reflex was dangerous now. Without intending it, she could easily cripple Adrian, who fit snugly into her mouth. Her tongue froze, not wanting to lick at Adrian’s pathetic body, and her mouth shivered in being as open as it possibly could, stretched to its limits. Adrian, from within this pink cave, wrestled with globs of saliva, her arm movements breaking apart strands that connected the oral floor to the ridged ceiling. In front of her was a terrifying sight, one that seemed just slightly familiar; a dark hole, a human throat, that gagged and breathed in response to her presence.

“Melanie!!” Adrian screamed. She kicked her legs, trying to back up and out of the mouth, but the sharpness of hard teeth forced her to hesitate. Her heart trembled, sinking lower into her chest.

“She was just hugging your pussy,” Melanie said, dragging a cold finger around Erin’s lips. “So? Does it taste awful? Does this make you want to spit your ex-girlfriend out? A second time, anyway.”

Erin whined, her cries devolving into an open-mouth groan where saliva pooled out. Even speaking would put Adrian at risk, not even considering how just this action alone was dangerous enough.

“Do you hear that, Adrian?” Melanie asked. “She says you taste awful, like shit. Is this who you want to be with? This stupid bitch might just swallow you whole.” She laughed, moving closer to Erin’s mouth and observing even more closely the perils Adrian endured. “She came to save you. Now it’s my turn, isn’t it…?”

Erin and Adrian were confused by what this meant, but Melanie understood what game she wanted to play. Her grinning lips disappeared, and her head tilted. Her mouth met with Erin’s, forcing upon her captive a deep kiss, connecting them together with Adrian caught in the center. She moaned, partly a laugh, feeling not just Erin’s tongue against her own, but Adrian’s entire body, wriggling between these two giants.

Adrian screamed for help in this horrible, soaking wet world. She feared the possibility of drowning, or being chewed, or being swallowed, and now being strangled by two opposing monsters that were merely human tongues. Melanie’s mouth tripled the chaos immediately, another man-sized force that bullied Adrian with its twisting strength. Kicks and punches did nothing to thwart the tongue; it hunted what it tasted, and Adrian’s fight against it was nothing but the entertainment that Melanie seeked -- and pure torture for the unwilling Erin, not only having a deep kiss forced upon herself, but with her ex there, stuck between the two mouths.

Melanie’s tongue coiled, gripping at Adrian’s leg. It pulled at her wantingly. Adrian grappled Erin’s tongue, pulling back against Melanie. Her foot slipped out, a minor relief, but Melanie was back on this intimate offensive, the tip searching for Adrian specifically and dragging itself along her back. In all this, Erin’s tongue was panicked, maneuvering away where it could, but always putting Adrian in harm’s way. She wanted to protect Adrian, above all else, but how could she when her own tongue was one of those threats? How could she when her throat had just as much the capability to swallow this human as Melanie’s did?

Melanie pulled away, just an inch. Her words echoed into Erin’s mouth, “Just swallow her… That’s how you can keep her.” Her tongue, moistened again, crept from between her lips and licked Erin’s cheek. “Put your head back… Swallow…”

“Erin!! Don’t!!” Adrian frantically cried, her tears lost in the infinitely produced puddles of spit. “I don’t want to get eaten, please, please!!”

Erin cried, her mouth still held open pathetically before Melanie. Her whines tore at Adrian’s eardrums, but her complaints meant nothing to the woman in front of her, holding her down and approaching again. Melanie had forced a maddening thought onto Erin, a debate about how swallowing Adrian and claiming her as her own was, in fact, one real way she could save Adrian.

A second kiss, this time faster, stronger. Melanie held back nothing when it came to her tongue, hugging Adrian delightfully with Erin’s tongue beneath her. She savored this taste, even though she considered it tainted. This flavor, the mix of Erin’s breaths and Adrian’s suffering, was intoxicating -- she manically reserved it, deep in her memory, fascinated by this otherworldly horror she was enforcing onto these victims.

“Come into my mouth, Adrian…” Melanie moaned, keeping her lips planted firmly against Erin’s. “Choose me, Adrian… It ends when you choose me.”

Adrian whimpered, turning her saliva-soaked head around to stare into the opposite foreboding tunnel. Just as threatening, just as terrifying. Melanie’s throat didn’t look any different from Erin’s, nor did she want to look close enough to discover any of those differences. Even though Adrian knew it was a game, a ploy to cause mental havoc on both her and Erin, she also knew she had to play it. She fumbled about, repositioning herself, and with tears still streaming down her face, she clawed upward. Melanie’s tongue greeted her, almost obediently did it lower itself as a flatter platform for Adrian to crawl onto.

Erin closed her eyes, disgusting by the feeling of a person moving about in her mouth. It felt like something was being stolen from deep inside of her, this sensation of Adrian being convinced away from her. Yet, it was a relief she couldn’t deny, when Adrian had fully transferred over, and Melanie had backed away, an erotically satisfied expression openly exhibited, as though for Erin’s viewing pleasure. Melanie wanted Erin to remember this, as forced as it was, that Adrian chose her.

Melanie opened her mouth, just enough to first let Adrian’s legs escape and feel the cool air, a stark contrast to the sheer humidity she had been suffering in. A hand then met where Adrian was kicking, and soon the rest of her body, wet and exhausted, came to be released. She was a sloppy mess, painfully taking in deep breaths that were still corrupted with the smell of each girl’s mouth. She slid her arms down her body, removing a thick excess of saliva -- whoever it belonged to, she didn’t care.

“I told you, Adrian~” Melanie giggled. “I’ll keep you safe. I would never swallow you. Unlike her…” Her smile persisted, even though a glare was aimed at Erin. “She would eat you, just to steal you away from me.”

Erin said nothing. Much like Adrian, she was recovering. She spat at the hard floor and partly over herself, trying to remove the taste that filled her mouth. She wept openly, her body shaking uncontrollably, short of what the ropes allowed her. Rapidly, her head turned, in search of any answer, any sort of sense, any justification, any reason, any explanation. All she could find was Melanie, petting at Adrian’s shrunken form.

Anger still ran through Adrian’s veins, the remnants of what spirit she had mustered when fighting against the twin tongues. “Fuck you,” she sparked violently. She swatted at Melanie’s finger, “Fuck off! What is wrong with you?!”

Melanie chuckled. “You’re so cute,” she said, petting Adrian more firmly. Eventually her touches became tickles, poking into Adrian’s side and pushing out a break of laughter from the tiny woman. She chuckled again, “See? It’s not so bad, Adrian. There, there…”

Melanie returned to her corner, sitting against the cold walls with Adrian held in both hands. She was interested in Adrian enough, but she couldn’t help but think of Erin, too. All of this molestation and harassment was against a normal, average-sized woman. She giggled in anticipation, thrilled to find out what kind of tragic games she could play with her once she was the size of a doll.

“Agh… I can’t wait!” Melanie laughed, much to Erin’s ongoing displeasure. “Ugh… I need to pass the time…” A more devilish side of Melanie came over her expression, a sultry look that was red with desire. She kept Adrian in one hand and watched her while the other hand was unabashedly lowered to her own crotch. The taste of Erin’s mouth and Adrian’s body was still fresh on her tongue.

The night went. The morning went. The afternoon went -- an entire day, Melanie was there, locked up in a cramped boiler room with two playthings. Not a shred of daylight reached them, hidden deep in the abandoned library. Not a soul came even close enough to hear Erin’s muffled pleas or Melanie’s delighted giggles. Time ticked, uneventfully, until the fated hour was before them.

“What if she doesn’t come back…?”

“I’d bust a fucking nut,” Scarlet spat. She was laid out on her back, facing the distant ceiling. She didn’t have the heart to acknowledge Nicky with anything more than that; to her, Nicky’s voice was just an internalized thought made vocal by someone else. “Who gives a shit? I hope they both got hit by a bus.”

“Mm… Could you imagine?” Nicky chuckled. “Being tiny and in a car accident. Th-That’s fucked up.”

Scarlet grimaced. “Yeah, well… I hope that happened.”

“You wouldn’t have any idea what’s going on.” Nicky stared at the bedroom door while picturing such a scenario. “Then again, you don’t really have any idea what’s happening in a regular car accident.”

“Yeah.”

“I mean, I didn’t when I had a car accident, anyway.”

“Yeah.”

“... So you really don’t want them to come back?”

“Hell no.” Scarlet sighed, lifting herself up and sharing a stare at that untouched door. “Yeah, before you ask? I would rather starve here on her desk, than for her to come back and keep torturing us.”

“Well--”

Abruptly, the conversation ended. There was a sound heard through the bedroom walls. The front door had been opened. As if on cue, the music from Melanie’s headphones faded to an end. Nicky and Scarlet froze, and even Kimberly, sleeping in her usual corner outside her green-colored cabinet, stood up in a half-conscious shiver. Footsteps could barely be heard thumping along the apartment floor.

“... I-It could be her roommate,” Kimberly muttered. It was a weak flutter of hope, a feather that immediately saw ruin within that next second.

Melanie entered the room, quietly and casually. She flipped on the light, illuminating the cold bedroom. When the three shrunken women had their sights adjusted, they were greeted with their titanic master, who bore an eerily normal smile. Her expression teased them, as did her initial silence. The suspense was killer.

“Aww,” Melanie cooed, “did my pets miss me?” Despite the cruelty of her words, she offered a fairly genuine apologetic expression. While talking, she moved her chair closer to herself and placed the messenger bag on the seat. “I know, I know. You must have been worried. I said I’d be gone for only a couple hours, and look what happened. Some… things came up, hehe…

“But I brought home some surprises!” She smiled brightly. “We had a good date. Didn’t we, Adrian?” Retrieved just then from the side pocket was the target of her obsession, pinched at her sides by two body-sized fingers. The others looked to Adrian for some sort of explanation, to get a read on what had happened, but all they could gather was that Adrian was defeated. She whimpered and didn’t move any more than she needed to. Even when she was dropped off at the desk, she nearly collapsed to her knees, overcome with fatigue. No one approached her, hesitant to move in front of the giantess.

The shrunken women didn’t think much of Melanie’s movements. She lifted up one foot onto her chair, untying the shoe and kicking it away. Then she undid the second one, just the same, except she smiled at her socked foot. To Scarlet and the others, she was merely getting undressed, but the gleam in her green eyes gave way to something more grave.

The sock was pulled off, tantalizingly so, the fabric hugging her calf all the way down, until it snapped off the end of her foot after passing her heel. She did this, wanting the attention of her prisoners, because as the sock was removed, so to was her surprise revealed. What was just a bump atop her foot from underneath the sock was in actuality her latest victim, a beaten and bruised college-aged woman, de-clothed, clinging so tightly to Melanie’s foot that she was glued there with the very last bit of strength she had.

Disgust spread among the shrunken, even Adrian felt sick upon being reminded of the treatment Melanie had given Erin. The entire trip home, Erin had been sealed in Melanie’s sock. “Live or die,” Melanie had said to her, “what do you think is more humiliating?”

Erin had lived, but it certainly didn’t feel like it.

The limp body was plucked off with a painful grip, like a speck being removed from Melanie’s foot. Melanie brought her close to her face, dangling the weak woman just in front of her nose. “Ugh. You smell as miserable as you look.”

Her fascination then went to the others, who quaked under her shadow as it passed over them. She dropped Erin into her other hand, practically juggling her there. She reached for Nicky and grabbed her, abducting her from the desk like an item. Scarlet turned to run, but she was next, and then Kimberly followed, not an ounce of resistance other than a step backwards. Finally, Melanie picked up Adrian, instinctively providing a more leisurely grasp on the person she loved more than anything else. She treasured Adrian for a moment while the other four squirmed across her fingers before putting her at the top of the pile. With both hands brought together, five women were sprawled out awkwardly in her possession -- all besides Adrian completely naked.

Melanie smiled, and then laughed. “I wish… I wish you all could feel this…!” she stuttered, lost in her dark amusement. “If you knew what it was like… to own a collection of such adorable little women… you would forgive me, I know it. You wouldn’t hold any grudges against me. You would understand…

“It’s a shame you never will. You can’t even hold a shit at your size. You’ll never comprehend this feeling.”

Melanie closed her hands together, slowly enclosing the five women into one mass that kicked and pushed in a vain attempt of just having room to breathe. The more they resisted, the more Melanie laughed, an overbearing echo that haunted them from outside.

“Seriously… Why won’t anyone stop me?” Melanie wondered, a mad tone in her voice. Her eyes were glazed, empty and lost, encircled with dark marks of weariness. “Th-This… really is destiny… No one… is able to stop me… If it weren’t mean to be, then… wouldn’t someone… anyone…?”

The worry and concern faded. All that was left was her smile, more confident and controlled than ever before in her life.