Trigger Happy (9)

The door to the holding room opened with a click and both Mia and Jake turned their heads to see what was happening. A stumpy, middle-aged woman marched in, her heavy steps shaking the table and thus the container that they were in. She barely looked down at them as she reached for the sides of the box. Mia stumbled as her meaty hands slapped the sides of the glass and rocked their prison. She lifted the structure off of the table with terrifying ease and spun on her heels.

Jake too hit the ground as the cube was swung to the side, and both her and Mia were tossed against a wall.

'Hey! Careful!' Mia groaned, rubbing her sore shoulder, but the giantess didn't seem to hear her. Infact, the diminutive goddess wasn't even looking at Mia. Instead, her eyes were ahead of her as she walked out of the room with the tiny prisoners in tow, each step sending a shockwave through their cage.

'Hey … what … the … hell … is … going … on?' Mia cried out as they were moved out through the precinct. The courier sped out of the station and into a cab. She placed the container on the passenger seat and climbed into the other side.

The two tiny people had a moment of respite as the box stood still on the cushion. But this was short-lived as the courier sat down heavily in the driver's seat.

Dressed in tan cargo shorts, the plump woman's ass was almost as thick as the box was tall. Jake looked up at her, standing naked against the side of the container. He could see her eyes were fixed on the road, but most of her face was obscured by her shoulder. Beneath the outstretched arm, he saw an enormous patch of darkness on her uniform. The sweat stain was the size of a swimming pool, and even with the tiny air holes in their cage, the tiny man could already smell the giantess's musk.

'I can't believe you!' Mia hissed, 'She's not even pretty!'

'Huh?' Jake asked, before the van started, throwing them off of their feet.

'I never realized you were such a pervert,' Mia remarked, rubbing her sore shoulder.

'Screw you,' Jake replied, 'At least I'm not just being miserable.'

'That's because you're an idiot! How could you not be miserable? We got shrunk! And over a fucking candy bar? Are you kidding me?' Mia screamed, swinging a fist at her ex-boyfriend.

Jake dodged the strike and stepped away from her, his eyes wide in surprise, 'Calm down!'

Before she got another chance to attack him, the vehicle turned a corner and both of them were thrown to the ground. Mia cursed but there was nothing to hold onto, so she remained at the mercy of the road. She glared at Jake again, but he had seemingly forgotten her assault and was more focused on not getting tossed around.

Thankfully, the journey was short, and they reached the courthouse within a few minutes. The courier parked around the side of the impressive building. She hopped out of the cab and was soon carrying the two prisoners into the courthouse.

The two-story building was made of thick white marble blocks and seemed like something out of a colonial settlement on the oceanfront. The sun gleamed off of the thick pillars on the front, and the air shimmered over the road before it. Even as the courier carried the box into the building, the stifling heat struck the two tiny prisoners.

The bustling interior was full of people hurrying around, and Mia was shocked to see the speed with which they traversed the huge space. Even at the precinct, she hadn't really been in a busy environment compared to this jungle of chaos. While the two prisoners we're still confused, the courier had a schedule to keep. She walked with purpose through the crowd and pushed her way through a pair of double doors. The din of chatter quietened as the heavy doors closed behind her, but Mia was too preoccupied with the immense chamber they were in.

The courtroom had always seemed like a grand area in the movies, but to the 1-cm tall woman, it was a whole new world. Rows upon rows of empty, wooden benches led the way to the front of the room, where an impressive stand and judges table stood high even over the head of the gigantic courier.

As the woman started to march the prisoners forward, Mia suddenly felt underdressed. Her grubby shorts and tank top felt far too uncultured for such a magnificent room, but she had a lot more to feel nervous about than her attire.

The courier stopped at one of the tables at the front of the courtroom and set the box down on it. She centered it on the surface and looked down at her work, before setting off out of the room, leaving the puny couple alone for the moment. Mia spun around, taking in the scene.

'This is pretty lame,' Jake muttered,. sitting down against the side of the glass wall.

Mia was about to lash out at his contempt for the system that was about to set them free, and punish that bitch who had shrunk them, but she was silenced as the double doors opened behind her and the other participants of the proceedings arrived.

The Sergeant was first through the entrance, his hat under one arm and his face somber. Good, thought Mia, because he certainly has something to be ashamed of: the conduct of his subordinate. Still, he marched forward with decorum, heading for the first row of benches behind the paired tables at the front. Next came his secretary, brandishing a pad of paper and looking a little flustered. Mia got the sense that she hadn't been to many courtrooms before, and it showed.

Behind them, entered a lanky gentleman in a cheap looking suit. His balding head and deeply creased facial features betrayed his age, and his weathered briefcase was simultaneously a mark of his experience and a sign of his withering worth. He led the way to the table beside Mia's and was already opening his case before he got to it.

Finally, and with far louder steps than any of the others, entered Officer Jackie Pierce, and Mia felt her face go red with anger. The colossal woman was beaming like she was walking on stage to collect an award, and not like a guilty person entering their trial. She looked down at the box from the other side of the room and her eyes met Mia's.

A cold shiver ran down the tiny brunette's spine as she saw the almost jovial callousness of her attitude. She seemed like she had already been cleared of any charge. Mia shook her head, trying to convince herself that their lawyer would pull through. She had to keep telling herself that the bitch was going to get what she had coming, as she stomped her way down the aisle to the front.

Jake on the other hand, was mesmerized by the humongous creature. Her tight, navy pants hugged her juicy thighs and accentuated her curvy hips, swaying as she walked. But even more irresistible was her chest. Even buttoned up, the top barely contained her huge bosom, and Jake could see the tension in the fabric as her tits bounced with each fall of her boots. The dark fabric hid the sweat stains under her arms, but as she neared the tables, her musk wafted over to the tiny cage.

Instead of turning to her own table, where he lawyer was setting up his work space, Jackie turned to her left and stepped over to the table where the two tiny prisoners were. As she stood over the glass container, her crotch lined up level with both of her victims. Mia and Jake craned their necks to look up the length of her body as she grinned down at them.

'How's your temporary home, little guys?' she teased, 'Don't worry, you'll get a way bigger cell when you get to prison.'

Mia trembled with a combination of fury and fear, but was cut off by the Sergeant before she could reply, 'Pierce! Stop antagonizing them and sit the fuck down.'

Jackie shrugged and turned to head over to her lawyer, making sure to bump her hip into the table. The shockwave sent Mia sprawling onto her back as the world shook. She glared over at the titanic policewoman, and so too did Jake, but his motivation was slightly different. He watched the enormous orbs of her ass rise and fall as she walked away, his naked penis getting hard just looking at her.

Sergeant Jackson was already rubbing his eyes, losing any hope of this being an easy trial. He didn't like Jackie one bit, but she was an officer in his precinct so even if he couldn't get the union to back her up, he would stand by her to the bitter end, like any good leader would. He just hoped that she didn't end up in prison, though he could see how it would be fitting, considering that she may have ruined the lives of two young, innocent civilians on a whim.

Thankfully, before things could escalate further, the doors opened again and the tiny people's lawyer arrived. Gemma strolled in with almost as much swagger as Jackie and she reached the table in a heartbeat, tossing her handbag onto the surface and causing the container to jump.

'Hey there, my lovelies, miss me?' she laughed, pushing back a chair. The loud scratching of the wood against the floor made Mia's teeth rattle, but Jake was far too distracted by the gorgeous woman's new attire.

A tight white blouse was stretched over her chest, with a sizable cleavage on show, albeit too high up for the hungry man to see. The top was tucked into a waist-high plaid skirt that came down to her bare knees. Her curvy waist was just level with the surface of the table, and Jake was driving himself crazy thinking about getting back between them.

'Are you going to be serious here? Or are you just going to keep fucking around with my ex-?' Mia snapped. Unfortunately, her little voice didn't quite reach the giantess's ear, but she did notice that the tiny woman was talking.

'Oh, hon, let's get you out of this box,' Gemma smiled. She reached over and popped open the top of the container. She reached inside and placed her huge palm down, onto which, Jake happily scurried. Mia was more reluctant, but didn't want to stay stuck in the box. She didn't like the scent of the lavender hand cream that oozed from the giantess's skin, but she tried to ignore it. The hand rose and after cresting over the side, set them down on the wooden table.

Another door opened, and everyone in the room looked to the direction of the sound. Gemma all but dropped her two tiny clients as her hand tipped and she stood up straight.

'All rise for the Honorable Judge Mason,' called out the security guard, who walked in ahead of a tall man in black robes. While the guard was dressed in a tacky pair of uniform shorts and a t-shirt, the judge seemed to be baking in his own clothes.

'Be seated,' the authoritative man ordered, 'And let's make this quick. I'm drowning in these robes.'

And just like that, the trial had begun.