Trigger Happy (8)

It felt like hours before the two secretaries finally finished their lunch, and Mia had long since given up hope that they would free her. She remained flattened under the enormous redhead’s ass. The tiny girl couldn’t tell where the giantess’s body ended, and her own began, as she remained pressed against her warm, sweaty flesh. Mia’s face was pushed into a gap in the huge woman’s tights, but the criss-crossing pattern of dark fibres cut into her bulldozed body like wires. It was a miracle that she wasn’t cut to pieces, but Mia almost wished that she were, so that she could be done with this fresh hell.

As Kat packed up her tupperware, she turned to the side to slide it into her bag. The simple movement involved swivelling her hips to the side and on the concave surface of the chair, it squeaked as her butt slid on the plastic. The sudden movement ripped the tiny girl off the seat, smearing her across it as she remained stuck to the colossal woman’s rump. Mia wanted to scream as she felt her body flip over onto her chest as her back stung and burned, yet once more, her tormentor showed no sign of knowing that she was even there.

‘Let’s get going,’ Kat said, preparing to stand up. Mia felt the huge glutes contract above her, hardening into stone and taking on more weight as they stabilised the goddess. When the secretary pushed off, Mia felt herself rise off of the chair and her heart sank. She couldn’t bear the thought of another moment beneath the unwary giantess’s butt, and mercifully, she wouldn’t have to.

Although it had meant almost tearing her body between the chair and the giantess’s ass, the little swivel of Kat’s hips had dislodged her tiny captive from her flesh, and the flattened, helpless little woman crashed back onto the plastic chair as the titan stood up. Without a backwards glance, she tugged down her skirt and walked off with her colleague beside her. She would never have guessed that she had been smothering an accused criminal during her lunch break.

Across the room, Gemma gingerly strolled into the cafeteria with a broad grin on her face. She sauntered to the table where she had left that little woman, a slightly moist, but recently washed Jake in one hand. She had quickly rinsed him off under the bathroom tap and he looked as good as new, albeit with a muskier scent on him. She realised that he wasn’t wearing any clothes now, with his old ones shredded on the bathroom floor, but the lawyer wasn’t too worried about it. She doubted that anyone would pay much attention to the little creatures’ appearances anyway.

She did get a little concerned when she didn’t see the brunette on the table, but when she arrived, she took a quick glance at the chair and found her client. The giantess couldn’t help but giggle as she took in the squashed figure, lying on her chest and breathing hard as her little form re-inflated.

‘Looks like your girlfriend had a little fun while we were gone,’ Gemma nodded, the tiny man leaning against the edge of her palm to look down at the chair.

‘Ex-girlfriend,’ Jake corrected, smiling, ‘And whatever she got, she probably deserved it.’ He was still mad at her for blaming him for everything. If she had just let him get the stupid candy bar … It wasn’t worth his time. She wasn’t worth his time. Jake was already thinking about what he was going to do after he was released. He wasn’t busy daydreaming about how big a normal candy bar would be as Gemma scooped Mia up and started to walk out of the cafeteria.

‘Okay you two, so your trial is going to be this afternoon, so I’m going to let you guys freshen up,’ Gemma explained, ‘I’m going to go back to the office now, and I’ll meet you two at the courthouse, alright?’

She had reached the cell where they had spent the previous night, and Gemma cooly dropped them off in the glass box. She left the top open, not overly concerned about the two escaping. As she turned her back on the pair, she couldn’t help but smirk. She had certainly gotten all she could out of the situation, and the court case would be a walk in the park. She left Mia and Jake in their little cage, alone again in the uncomfortably lit room.

‘What took you guys so long?’ Mia asked, finally breaking the silence.

‘What?’ Jake asked.

‘In the cafeteria, I was under that fat secretary’s … for so long! What took you guys so long?’ she pressed.

‘I don’t know … the vending machine I guess?’ he muttered.

‘But you didn’t even come back with anything … And your clothes …’ Mia continued.

‘Okay fine! We had sex! Is that what you wanted me to say?’ Jake shouted.

‘You … bastard!’ Mia yelled back, her throat suddenly contracting and her face getting hot, ‘You fucking little bastard!’

‘Oh get over yourself, we were done anyway,’ Jake hissed.

‘Because you got me shrunk and arrested! And the first thing you think of is to screw our lawyer?’ Mia roared.

‘At least she was into me!’ Jake shot back, ‘Not like ice queen Mia.’

‘I can’t believe you,’ Mia said, aghast, ‘I left my whole life to be here with you.’

‘So what? That’s your fault. Not mine,’ Jake shot back, and this seemed to shut her up. The tiny girl scoffed, but couldn’t think of anything to say. She huffed and turned her back to his naked form, hugging herself as she felt the tears streaking down her cheeks.

Triumphant, Jake still found himself scowling, no more happy about being shrunk than Mia. At the very least, he had gotten a good ride with the lawyer. He continued to think about what he would do when they got out.

***

‘Come one, how long is it gonna take to open up?’

‘Ma’am, you’re just gonna have to wait like everyone else,’ replied the policeman, ‘There was a gangland shooting in there last night and we just have to make sure that there’s no one left in there.’

‘So they got away?’

‘Yeah, looks like it,’ replied the officer.

‘Then why the fuck can’t I go in?’

Travis could hear the giants talking from miles away. In reality, he would have been only a few yards from the entrance to the Costo, but it felt much further to him. The 21-year-old didn’t understand the science of it all, but he had seen what a shrink ray could do, so as muscle for hire, he had to get one. That was why he had agreed to the deal the night before.

It should have gone smoothly, just a purchase of five shrink rays from one gang with an excess to another. He should have known that it was trouble when they asked to meet inside a Costo. Something about a secure space, or some bullshit like that. He has shown up with three of his guys, but there had been at least ten of the fuckers waiting for them. Good thing his boys had had their own rays.

The fight wasn’t too clear in his head, but it had all happened so fast. As soon as he had got hit, he had run for cover. Travis felt a little sick as he thought of Evan. His friend hadn’t been so quick, and in the initial ambush, he had been shrunken, and stayed int he open, dazzled. Travis could still hear the sickening sound of his body getting squished by one of their attacker’s sneakers. He shuddered.

The young man had no idea where any of his other friends were, but if they were smart, they would stay under the shelves until the cops had gone. Then they could try to get out. And that was what he was planning. He was waiting patiently as close to the doors as he could, listening for the all clear.

As if on cue, the policeman at the door answered his radio. Then pulled clear the tape that had been blocking the doorway.

‘All clear, people, looks like the store’s empty,’ he said as the woman at the head of the cue pushed rudely past him with her shopping cart. Travis waited, watching the stream of people flood into the super store. He could already feel the breeze from the outside, entering through the automatic doors. He was going to have to time it just right.

***

Justin finally opened his eyes. He was lying on his back and breathing hard, looking up at the underside of a shelving unit. His eyes were red from a mix of crying and the rampant layers fo dust that surrounded him. The 30-year-old felt sick to his stomach, but he had to think clearly. He had to get somewhere safe.

Justin had never been a fan of the use of shrinking rays between gangs, but no one was going to give up that kind of an advantage, even if everyone else had them too. He had managed to get so far in his life without getting hit, but all it took was one lucky shot, or unlucky one for him. He had gotten to cover as soon as he had been shot, and had waited, listening while the cops searched the store for their weapons. A more naive criminal would have turned themselves in, but Justin knew from experience that the cops would most likely have accidentally missed him, and accidentally stepped on him. So he had hidden until they had gone, and as soon as the PA system announced that the store was open for customers, he sprang into action.

The Costco was going to get busy, and his best chance of getting out alive was to move before everyone got inside. All he would have to do was get to the doors and hug the side until he got outside. That was all. The now tiny, muscular man stood up, scarily able to stand beneath the lowest shelf. He took a deep breath and shot out from his shelter as the booming of foot steps and deafening rattling of shopping cart wheels began to grow.

The tiled floor was bizarre at his size, the recently polished material gleaming under the harsh lights above. Each tile felt like a stadium as Justin sprinted over them, down the aisle towards the exit. The huge bags of flour and sugar lined the shelves on either side, each one like a block of apartments with brightly coloured writing and pictures plastered across them. There was something dreamlike about running down the empty aisle of colossal baking goods, but this was shattered when he caught sight of a customer.

The first thing that Justin saw was the front of the shopping cart cutting off the open end of the aisle. The massive metal skeleton rolled across his path like a wall, but he could still run underneath it. He watched the cart turn into the aisle and cursed under his breath. Then colossus pushing the cart came into view, one flip-flop covered foot at a time.

The woman herself looked like a skeleton, but one that was several miles tall. Her bony legs were each as wide as a rocket, and they shot up from the tacky pink slippers, widening at her ankles and then again at her knees. Her bare skin was blotchy but tanned with wrinkles from too much time spent on the beech, uncovered all the way up her legs until they just managed to tuck into a pair of loose, cotton, short shorts. The grey band of fabric stopped a few inches below her belly button, and her bare abdomen had the slightest paunch to it. Her bony chest and A-cup breasts were covered by a tiny tank top, and that was all she wore.

Her dirty blonde hair was cut short around her head with longer strands framing her face, the majority of which was covered by a pair of aviator-style sunglasses. She wobbled as she walked, like she was hung over.

Justin kept running, now crazily headed right for the approaching titan. But he knew what he was doing. He just had to run right down the middle underneath her cart, and then veer to the side to avoid her feet. Then he was home free. He felt a bit of fear rising but he kept running.

Just then something came into view. Another tiny person.

The girl was far from Justin, much closer to the giantess. He didn’t remember her name, but she had definitely come with them the night before, and now she too was trying to make an escape. She was running down the side of the aisle, trying to run past the giantess without getting anywhere near her. Big mistake.

‘Look out!’ he yelled between his ragged breaths, but it was too late. There was a reason you always ran down the middle: people didn’t tend to veer into the middle. As the tiny man watched, the skinny giantess glanced over at the shelves above the tiny girl and swung her shopping trolley towards the side of the lane. The tiny girl was still running, but she uttered a scream that made Justin’s bones shiver.

The gigantic front wheel of the shopping cart shot towards the girl, and she was nowhere near fast enough to avoid it. As Justin continued to run towards them, he watched the puny human get knocked down by the metal ring. She fell onto her back as the wheel ran over her legs, crushing them to a thin pulp. The girl’s scream was cut short as the wheel continued its journey, rolling over her body and smearing it out of existence. Justin felt sick, stopping in the middle of the aisle as he watched the wheel roll on, leaving nothing behind where the tiny girl had been. The giantess walked on, her slipped falling over the minute little stain that had once been another person. The rubber squeaked on the tile as she rubbed absentmindedly rubbed out any sign of the girl’s remains.

Justin was not so confident about his plan anymore. He tried his best to fight it, but he panicked. Before he knew what he was doing, he was running for the other side of the aisle. Anything to get away from the murderous giantess, but that was his mistake. As he reached the shelving unit, he had no way of seeing the child on the other side bumping into the racks. He heard the thump and looked up, just in time to see one of the huge bags of flour teeter.

The man opened his mouth to curse, but before he could utter a syllable, the bag fell, and what felt like a thousand tones fell on him in a flash. The thump of the bag of flour was barely noticeable to the giantess across the aisle, but for the tiny Justin, it was the sound of his demise. His helpless body exploded under the weight of the bag, reduced to a red stain over the logo.

‘Tina, be careful, you’ll knock things over if you’re not careful,’ said a voice from the other side of the shelving unit. Too little, too late.