‘I’m really sorry, ma’am but there aren’t any tables available,’ Kristy said. The 24-year-old waitress was leaning against the counter by the door to the cafe. She was on hour her 8th hour of work and she was struggling. She had tried a new pair of shoes for her shift, but all they had gotten her were rapidly developing blisters and aching feet. She felt weak, the stuffy, over warm cafe was welcoming for customers coming in off the cold, winter street, but was like an oven for her. Her breath was hot behind her face-mask and she had a pounding headache, with 4 fours left to go. 

‘But I can see the empty tables,’ the woman complained, ‘Just let me in!’

‘Ma’am those tables are out of use, we have to keep our customer’s distanced to stay open,’ Kristy explained.

‘Well, you’re gonna lose my business forever if you don’t let me in right now,’ the woman complained. She glared at the young waitress, folding her arms across her chest to replace the fact that her scowl was hidden behind the mask she wore under her nose. She had two bags of shopping at her feet, effectively barring the way for anyone else. Kristy wasn’t budging.

‘You are so rude! I want to speak to your manager!’ the woman demanded, her cheeks getting red.

‘Sorry ma’am, but he’s not on site. You can file a formal complaint on our website if you like,’ Kristy replied. 

‘Bitch!’ the woman yelled, drawing a few eyes from the other customers. Kristy shrugged and turned to walk away. The woman bent down to pick up her bags, but then noticed that Kristy was walking into the kitchen. 

The waitress wobbled to the back and poured herself a quick glass of water. She rubbed her eyes as she felt a throbbing in her head. She splashed some of the water onto her forehead and checked her phone. Less than 4 hours to go. She turned to walk back into the cafe, forcing a smile onto her face. 

***

Elizabeth glanced to either side, and made sure that no one was watching her. The other diners were too focused on their food, and the waitress was out of sight. She saw her chance and took it, holding her head high and marching past the counter towards one of the empty tables. She stopped before the table, setting down her bags and looking down at the paper sign on the surface with a stop sign on it. She looked over her shoulder again before crumpling the paper and tossing it onto the ground. 

Now all she needed was a chair. She glanced around and saw that each table had two seat, but the one nearest to her was occupied only one man. She reasoned that he wouldn’t miss the empty chair so she simply reached out and grabbed it.

‘Excuse me, but I don’t think you’re supposed to move the chairs,’ the man said. 

‘Screw you,’ Elizabeth hissed, dragging the chair to her newly opened table. She sat down heavily on the seat and leaned back against the wooden chair. She couldn’t wait to see the look on the waitress’s face when she had to serve her. 

***

Kristy re-emerged from the kitchen on shaky legs. The young blonde felt hot beneath her uniform with, her tights glued to her curvy thighs. The skirt of her uniform only just covered her ass, and sometimes she wondered if her manager had had any input in their design. The tight top half of the uniform hugged her abdomen and she had to keep the top unbuttoned, unable to contain her breasts. She scanned the room and saw that all of her clients were still eating their food. 

The blonde noticed that the obnoxious woman seemed to have gone, and she smile, grabbing a tray to clear an empty table with a coffee cup on it. 

***

Gary blinked away the pain as his head pounded. He finally focused on the object in front of him an he nearly fell backwards. The young man was standing before an enormous mug, the grey exterior forming a tower that dominated his field of view. He stumbled backwards as he looked down his hands, refusing the believe what was happening. His arms were bare and on further inspection, his whole body was naked. It couldn’t be. He had been so careful. He had always been so careful. He shook his head as continued to back away from the tremendous cup that loomed over him. 

He had read that it happened instantly, and the heat produced in the chemical reaction would disintegrate anything that he was wearing, but he had never thought that it could happen to him. Gary had chosen to come to the coffee shop that day, but the government had said that it was safe. Why would they say it was safe? This was the last thing that the now centimetre-tall man thought before he backed all the way off the edge of the coffee table. He opened his mouth to scream as the ground vanished beneath him and he tipped backwards into nothingness. 

His insignificant voice didn’t reach a single ear as he hurtled downwards for a few seconds, which felt like hours, before his body violently struck the linoleum floor of the cafe, his left leg and elbow shattering on impact, his pelvis snapping like a polo mint and half of his ribs splintering like matchsticks. The shards of broken bone tore up his insides, collapsing his lungs as his chest filled with blood. Gary’s vision started to go dark around the edges and his breathing was ragged as he tried to groan in pain. He could just about feel the rapidly growing earthquakes reverberating across the ground before he slipped into merciful unconsciousness. 

***

Kristy reached the table and set the tray down to collect the single coffee mug that was still mostly full, she thought it bizzare, that someone would leave so much to waste, and tried to remember who had ordered it. As she did so, she absent-mindedly stepped her right foot a foot to the side. Her enormous, sneaker-clad foot swung over the already dying body of the minuscule man that had once been her customer. In an instant, the sole of the shoe came down upon his unconscious form and the filthy rubber squished him like a bug. His tiny body was compressed as her immense weight came down upon him, the thick sole of the shoe crumbling his bones to dust and churning it all with his flesh and blood, reducing him to nothing more than a tiny droplet of gore, a stain between the treads of her converse. With the tiniest twist of her ankle, her foot smeared Gary’s remains across the tile, friction vaporising the remains until he was gone. 

Kristy remembered a young guy, but couldn’t picture his face. She figured that he must have left in a hurry, and was thankful that he had paid in advance. She was about to walk away with her tray when she noticed the chair. The 24-year-old suddenly realised that one of the chairs from the table had been moved to another one, one that she could have sworn had been blocked off to maintain social distancing. She then noticed the two shopping bags at the other table and her mind suddenly shot to the angry woman from earlier.  But the table seemed empty, so Kristy didn’t understand what was going on. She left the tray at the table where she had just decimated the tiny man, and stepped over to the other one. 

***

Elizabeth awoke to a loud, booming sound. Her eyes shot open and she scowled, ready to shout at whatever kid was making that racket. She sat up, and realised suddenly that she wasn’t in her bed. She then glanced down and screamed, quickly covering her breasts and crotch with her hands as she realised that she was naked. She looked around for something to put over herself but found nothing on the vast, slightly curved bowl that she sat in. She glanced up a bright light was shinning overhead. To one side of her, three thick, wooden columns shot up to meet at a horizontal block, high above. On the other side, was what looked like a large, raised platform, the surface of which, she couldn’t see. 

She thought back to the last thing she remembered, and it was finally getting a seat at that cafe. No. She looked beyond the wooden columns and her heart sank as she saw the gigantic cafe that she was in. She shook her head, her face going red from the rage. How dare this cafe get her infected! They had a duty to protect their clients and they had failed her! Elizabeth was going to sue them so hard and …

BOOM.

The tiny, middle-aged woman snapped her head to the other side, her dirty-blonde hair whipping across her face, longer at the front that the back of her head. Her jaw dropped as she witnessed the figure approaching her. Dark tights covered the giantess’s huge legs, hugging her thick thighs put to eh base of her bright red skirt. The strained tights were almost see-through, showing off her pale skin beneath, and the red curtain above barely covered her crotch. The skirt was part of a uniform, that rose up the huge woman’s body, hugging her narrow waist up to her chest, where the fabric was split, open down the middle to allow her massive breasts to peak out. The huge boulders formed a balcony of flesh before her, one that would have been far too large for  Elizabeth to see over at her size. Thankfully, the giantess was far enough away that the tiny woman could see above them and met the face of the impudent waitress that had refused to serve her. 

***

Kristy caught a glimpse of something moving on the seat and fixed her gaze on it. Her mind was reeling, trying to think of what it could be, and realising that there was only one explanation: it was a person, infected by the virus. She stopped for a second, still a six feet away from them, but then she had two thoughts. First, the virus was only infectious before the person shrank, at least that’s what the scientists on TV said. Second, while that was true, if her other customers saw an infected person in the cafe, they would no doubt get out, and the cafe might have to close down to quarantine for two weeks. 

Kristy made at least half of her wages on tips, so she couldn’t let it close. She would just have to get the shrunken person out and then try to help them. She walked over to the chair and bent down as if to tie her shoes, bringing her face close enough to inspect the tiny person.

***

Elizabeth crawled back as the huge blonde brought her head down to the level of the chair, her enormous eyes scanning the middle-aged woman’s naked body.

‘Stop ogling me you bitch!’ Elizabeth screamed, hoping that someone else would hear, but they didn’t. 

‘Ma’am, please calm down, I’m going to get you out of here so that we can get you the help …’ Kristy started.

‘Oh I see,’ Elizabeth cut in, shouting to just be heard by the giantess kneeling beside her, ‘You want to cover up the fact that your whole business is infected! Well, fat chance!’

‘Wait, aren’t you the lady from before, that insisted on getting a table?’ the giantess asked, suddenly recognising the figure of the woman, albeit at a smaller scale, and remembering the tone fo her voice. 

‘You’re damn right, and I’m gonna make sure everyone knows to avoid you stupid cafe, with its horrible, disease-ridden service!’ Elizabeth yelled, ‘Now, get me out of here before I sue you for sexual assault!’ 

Kristy was taken aback. She ignored the tiny woman’s threats, unable to take her seriously being a fraction of the size of her finger, but her words did make her think. If this angry woman told everyone she could about where she had shrunk, someone was bound to trace it to the cafe and shut it down. The 24-year-old glanced down at her shoes, then again at the puny creature that was going to put her out of a job for two weeks. Kristy frowned.

‘What the fuck do you think you’re looking at?’ the shrunken woman yelled. She scowled, a fierce expression on her face, until the giantess smiled. The smile she had had when talking to her as a customer had been annoying and perky, but this smile was different. This smile sent a shiver down Elizabeth’s spine. 

‘Well, when you put it like that, you aren’t really giving me a choice, are you?’ she whispered, looking back down at her shoe one last time before turning and staring the woman right in her minuscule eyes, ‘And to answer your question, I think I’m looking at an empty chair. And I’m just so tired from being on my feet all day.’

Elizabeth didn’t like that one bit. She opened her mouth to speak, but the waitress stood up, escaping the range of the tiny woman’s voice in a heartbeat. The giantess put her hands on her hips and turned her back on the tiny woman. The brunette was about to start shouting again, when she notice the tiniest bend in the enormous blonde’s knees. 

‘No! Wait! No! You can’t!’ Elizabeth stammered crawling backwards, trying desperately to get away from the giantess. But it was no use. She was too slow, and had nowhere to go. As the rest of the diners continued about their meals, they paid no attention to the waitress that was taking a seat at an empty table. Kristy’s huge ass came down as if in slow motion for the tiny woman beneath her. Elizabeth watched the skirt rise up along her colossal ass, the thick, white skin showing beneath the stretched tights. She could see the seem of the tights disappear between the huge mounds, sucked into her butt crack along with her panties. The waitress couldn’t help but feel a little joy in teaching the sour woman a lesson.

Kristy’s right butt cheek slammed into the woman, and the giantess barely felt a thing. She let herself slowly descend onto the seat, her soft flesh spreading across the wooden surface, smothering the tiny woman as she was thrown onto her back and her limbs pressed down. As the goddess’s weight continued spread, her ass became firmer, and Elizabeth let out a blood curdling scream as her legs shattered under the force. The scream was swallowed up by the thick flesh of her booty, unheard by a soul. Before Elizabeth could try again, a sharp snap echoed through her bones as her ribcage gave way. Her chest caved in on itself and for a fleeting moment, the middle-aged woman felt herself drowning in her own blood. 

Then she was gone. Her whole body exploded in a splash of gore as Kristy’s ass came to rest on the chair. The waitress couldn’t have someone ruining her job, and least of all a miserable cow like Elizabeth. The giantess swivelled her hips for good measure, rubbing any trace of the pathetic creature out of existence with her butt. She then stood up and glanced down at her work. Sure enough, any hint of blood had been wiped away by her tights. With a triumphant smile, Kristy picked up the two bags and took them to the counter, tossing them with the lost-and-found as another couple walked into the cafe. 

‘I’ll be right with you,’ she sang, smiling as she fetched her notepad.