Trigger Happy (13)

‘Tell me I didn’t just see you pay a bribe to the public defender’s office for throwing a case,’ Sergeant Jackson growled. He was glaring at Jackie from behind, his cheeks red with rage at what he had witnessed. He had always been suspicious of Officer Pierce’s luck when it came to getting away with offences, but he had never wavered in defending his own. Now however, he felt sick to his stomach, understanding that he had been backing a dirty cop.

‘Sarge, I don’t know what you think you saw …’ Jackie said quietly, not turning around.

‘It’s not about what I think, Pierce. It’s about what a jury is gonna say,’ Sergeant Jackson cut in. He let the threat hang in the air, laced with his disappointment.

‘Pity,’ Jackie whispered.

The woman spun around suddenly, and Sergeant Jackson barely had time to register the weapon in her hand before she fired. A flash erupted from the dodgy looking device, and the man shouted out. Unfortunately, he hadn’t gotten the sound out fast enough. He was still looking at Jackie, standing with her legs spread wide before him in the dark corridor, as he began to shrink. He felt his stomach flip as the woman shot upwards as he rushed to the ground, her huge legs getting bigger and bigger.

The sergeant’s cry was barely as loud as a pin drop by the time it left his mouth, and unsurprisingly, no one heard him. He found himself on the floor of the now massive courthouse, several miles away from the hulking form of the policewoman who had shrunk him.

‘I really thought I got you off my back, Sarge,’ Jackie shook her head, holstering the weapon and shaking her head. She took a step towards her tiny superior and the earth shook beneath the little man.

Sergeant Jackson leapt to his feet and instantly turned to get away from the giantess. He took off with great speed for a man his age, but at his size, it was a futile endeavour. With another step, Jackie was practically on top of the tiny man, and the force of her weight hitting the floor sent Jackson off of his feet. He crashed onto his hands and knees, swearing as he dared to look back up at the giantess.

All he saw was her palm as Jackie snatched him up between a finger and thumb. The tiny man groaned as he felt the pressure of her grip instantly, wincing as he was lifted high into the air. He stopped only a few centimeters from the giantess’s mouth, smelling the scent of her sweat before it was washed away by her breath as the massive, plush lips parted.

‘You should have just let it go,’ she whispered, an icy glee in her words.

She stepped back and sat down, landing firmly on one of the many wooden benches that lined the courthouse halls. She carefully lowered Sergeant Jackson to the surface beside her. The veteran cop glanced over and saw the mountainous body that rose up next to him, Jackie’s humongous butt the size of a planet. The giantess placed him against the wood and slid her thumb down over his legs.

‘Such a shame, I heard you used to be a pretty good cop,’ she sighed.

The Sergeant screamed in agony as she pushed down suddenly with her thumb, popping his legs like they were made of paper. His bones shattered, reduced to dust as she mushed his flesh with her digit. Then with a careless twist, she smeared his lower half across the wood. Jackson felt the blood gushing out of his body, forming a tiny droplet below him as the huge woman’s hand rose away from him.

‘Don’t worry, that shrink ray wasn’t a police issue weapon, so on top of it not being traceable back to me, it won’t make you strong enough to recover from this,’ Jackie explained matter-of-factly, ‘So I guess this is where I say goodbye.’

‘Please …’ Sergeant Jackson begged, reaching up weakly to the giantess who wasn’t even looking at him. He hoped for a second that she had heard him, and that she was thinking twice about what she was doing.

Jackie scooted over so swiftly that the shrunken man didn’t even have time to register what was happening. The incredible weight of the huge woman fell on his broken body with a vicious speed, her massive ass obliterating him in an instant. As her thick cheeks spread out over the wood, Sergeant Jackson vanished, reduced to a tiny red stain on her trousers. Jackie sat for a moment, not having even felt the pathetic man she had just murdered. She gave a quick twist of her hips and rubbed out any evidence of her superior between the bench and her booty, then stood up. A few microscopic streaks of Sergeant Jackson’s corpse remained soaked into her pants, but they were quickly mixing with her sweat as she walked out of the courthouse.

The last shreds of the policeman’s remains evaporated off of Jackie’s juicy ass as she stepped out into the evening sun, having never once dreamed that he would meet his end beneath his boisterous subordinate. None of the passerbs by ever had a clue that the jiggling booty of the attractive young police woman had just murdered a man, and no one would ever know it.

***

‘Dinner time, maggots!’ blared the prison guard’s voice, as kitchen staff walked along the corridors of the women’s prison. As they went, they tossed in sandwiches, wrapped in tissue paper, and juice boxes for dessert.

Mia barely heard the announcement, still entombed within Sophia’s gelatinous rump. She had spent the better part of the last hour serving the sadistic giantess, licking her stinky, sweaty asshole.  Suddenly, she felt everything around her move and she curled up in panic, worried that another deadly fart was coming, but instead, the Latina giantess rocked up onto her feet and began to walk.

The experience was harrowing, as Sophia’s curvy hips swayed from side to side as she moved, and his wobbling ass shook with the impact of each step. Mia was jolted up and down, slamming against the tight asshole each time, being turned around by the huge buttcheeks as they slid up and down against eachother. Even with the second skin of sweat, the meaty mounds still pulled her around with ease, and she could only imagine the pain of being torn apart had they been dry.

Sophia stopped over the miserably small packets of food and bent down to pick them up. As she dropped her torso, her huge ass popped up and her butt cheeks spread out. Mia gasped as an infinitesimal breath of slightly cooler, cleaner air was permitted to enter the damp crevice. She opened her mouth and sucked in hard, but instantly regretted it. With her belly bent over and her ass high, the sudden relaxation of her pelvis was the last straw. The momentarily weakened asshole burst open and a long, hot jet of nasty gas slipped out.

The column of fetid air lifted Mia clean off of the woman’s flesh, carrying her on the fumes that happily penetrated her body. The helpless, shrunken woman convulsed with a rack of spluttering coughs as the pucker sealed shut and she fell back down onto the tight, hot ring. She could taste the particles of human excrement on her tongue, and she was certain that nothing would get it out fast. She gagged and started to heave as the disgusting realization of where she actually was, finally hit home, but she hadn’t eaten properly in so long that nothing came out.

Meanwhile, Sophia had scooped up what the cook had tossed into the cell and selected the sandwich and juice she wanted, tossing the other pair to Jasmine, who was still sulking in her bed. She straightened up, sealing her prisoner in her fleshy rump once more, and turned on her heel to walk back to her bed. The goddess never noticed the tiny, packaged dinner that had been thrown in for Mia, as her slipper trampled the minuscule sandwich and juice carton. The items were obliterated by her weight, and left no trace as they were squished into the rubber sole.

Sophia sat down on her bed once more, tearing open her sandwich and taking a large bite of the lukewarm bread. She wiped the sweat off of her brow, but knew that she would remain drenched until she showered the next morning. This was the life in a Florida prison over the summer, and she had grown accustomed to the feeling.

Beneath her however, Mia was far from used to being trapped in the cramped, boiling crack of the middle-aged convict, constantly struggling to breathe as she either drowned in her ass sweat or suffocated in her farts. She was beyond crying, and merely stared into the darkness in despair. For the first time since the trial, she wondered what was happening to Jake. She hated him, obviously, but at the same time, a small part of her hoped that he wasn’t suffering as much as her. She didn’t think anyone deserved to feel so helpless.

***

Jake came to with a jolt as he rolled out of the glass container. He landed on yet another hard surface, this time made of plastic. He looked up and did not see the courier who had collected him at the courthouse. A petite woman stood over him, dressed in a lab coat and safety goggles.

Of course Jake was naked, he thought, as he quickly covered his junk under the woman's bored gaze. The bulky, transparent plastic sat on her nose, protecting her muddy, brown eyes, and framing her freckled cheeks. Bright pink hair was tied back behind her head, but it was barely visible from so far above the tiny man.

Jake shivered a little, feeling more than just exposed without any clothes on. He looked around him, and realized that he was standing on a broad, black rectangle, raised above the rest of the table. There was something on the surface a few body lengths to his right.

'Please put on the clothes provided,' ordered the gigantic woman.

Jake took a look at the object and approached it slowly. He picked up the fabric and was amazed to find a fairly well crafted pair of boxer briefs, just the right size for him. He gladly slipped them on, then looked up at the giantess, 'Is this all I get to wear? Don't I get a jumpsuit or something?'

'This isn't that kind of prison,' she said bluntly, then noticing the tiny creature's dumbfounded expression, decided to explain, 'The South Western Federal Prison for Size Reduction Research is specially for people … like you.'

'People like me?' Jake asked.

'Tiny people,' the woman explained, 'We're trying to better the lives of shrunken people in the United States, and our work might even help you one day … if you get out.'

'I didn't agree to any of this!' Jake shouted, his punt voice almost comically high pitched to the ears of the huge woman.

'Well, it's either here, or in a prison with normal sized convicts,' she shrugged, grinning at the sudden look of worry that crossed the minuscule man's face.

'We keep you in minimal clothing for better observation,' the scientist explained, 'My name is Kara, I'm the medical officer here.'

'I will be in charge of running physicals on you on a monthly basis, and I'll also enroll you into studies needing shrunken people, as they come up,' Kara continued.

'If you'll lay down on your back, we can get started,' she explained.

Jake wasn't altogether comfortable with the arrangement, but he doubted things would be better in a jail full of giants. He knew what kind of stuff happened in prisons, and at only a centimeter tall, he didn't want any part of it.  He did as he was told and descended to the surface.

As he lay still, shivering a little in the cold, air conditioned room, the petite giantess leaned forward over him. She reached down with a ruler in hand and placed it beside Jake. She quickly jotted down some measurements then nodded at her handiwork.

Then, without warning, Kara swept her fingers over the tiny man, and snatched him up between them. She went on to weigh him, and write down some things about his general appearance before setting him down again.

'Alright, lay down on your back again,' the giantess ordered, as she pulled open a drawer beneath the table and withdrew a camera.

'What is that for?' Jake asked, despite doing what he was told.

'It will help sort you into groups for any research that selects you. Now hold still,' Kara snapped.

She aimed the camera directly over the 1cm tall man and clicked a few pictures. She repeated this again with Jake on his sides and on his front. After she was done, she carefully put the camera away again.

'Okay, I'll take you to your quarters now,' Kara announced.