Trigger Happy (5)

‘Cut it out or I’m going to have to charge you for public misconduct!’ snapped the female officer, barging into the holding cell and laying a firm hand on Katrina’s forearm. With a brisk jerk, she yanked the blonde’s hand out from between her thighs, huffing in disgust. Deep inside the giantess however, Jake was more than delighted as the huge finger that held him suddenly shot back, pulling him out of the pitch black, sloshing pit and back into the light of the office. Unfortunately for him, the violent movement tossed his pathetic little body like a drop of water from Katrina’s fingertip and he sailed across the void before colliding with the intervening policewoman’s boot.

The officer gasped as the tiny, sodden figure bounced off of the toe of her work boot and tumbled to the ground beside her foot. He tried to push himself up but all the giantess saw was a strange bug. She instinctively raised her foot, the huge structure shooting up into the sky, ready to come down with deadly force on the puny creature below.

‘Moralez, that better not be our perp you’re about to step on because I’ll have your hide if it is!’ Sgt. Jackson yelled from behind her and the giantess froze. Jake looked up at the terrifying sight of the sole fo her boot, poised like an asteroid about to fall on him, but somehow not coming down. After a moment balancing on one foot, the policewoman set her boot down, stomping on the earth beside the tiny man and causing him to jump at the display of power. She released the still panting Katrina and snapped forwards to sweep the soaking tiny up in her hand. She grimaced as she felt the other woman’s juices all over him, but her fear of her sergeant outweighed her disgust. Leaving the blonde behind, she stepped out of the cell and shut the bars behind her.

‘He's all yours Sarge, what was he doing in there?’ the woman asked, gesturing with her head at either Katrina or her waist.

‘None of your damn business!’ Jackson snapped, reaching for the sodden little man but deciding against getting his hands dirty, ‘Just know that all of this is Pierce’s fault.’

Jackie bristled at the remark, but remained quiet as the sergeant motioned for Grace to come to him.

‘Grace, get this guy and the girl in my office into a reduced size holding unit and put it in an empty cell,’ the man ordered, ‘And for the love of God, get them a lawyer before we drown in misconduct lawsuits.’

‘Yes sir,’ Grace said, shooting Jackie an empathetic look before taking the little man from the policewoman and hurrying back towards the sergeant’s office. Jake was hardly able to concentrate as his body tried to come to terms with the fact that he had just been used as a dildo in front of an audience. Was this really how people saw shrunken people? As objects rather than humans? He pondered this as he bounced in the gorgeous redhead’s palm on her journey to the office.

Suddenly his eyes lit up as he spotted a familiar, tiny figure on the desk in the new room. On a stack of papers, looking deject and scared, sat his girlfriend. Jake wanted to wave to her, but guessed that she wouldn’t be able to see him. He was surprised when the giantess stopped at the desk and lowered her hand to the surface.

‘Excuse me Miss,’ Grace said, softly, although redundantly as the tiny woman was already starring at her, ‘I need to move you to a cell. Would you kindly climb onto my hand with your … er … colleague?’

Mia took one look at the dripping, shivering shape of Jake and had to cover her mouth. She jumped to her feet and rushed towards the enormous woman’s hand, scrambling over the edge of her finger and rushing down the uneven surface to her palm. She stumbled as her foot slid off the side of a finger, but managed to catch herself as her threw herself into Jake’s arms. She didn’t care that he was wet and sticky, or that he smelled awful. All Mia cared about was that he was okay, and that they were facing whatever was happening together.

‘I was so worried,’ she sobbed as she barely noticed the giantess raising them up from the desk and walking them out across the bull pen towards the jail cells. The secretary had never been faced with this task and had to ask the jailer where to find the Reduced Size Holding Units, but eventually managed to grab one and take it into an empty cell. The small room was about 6 feet long and 6 feet wide, with a table in the centre under which were two metal chairs.

Grace carefully set down the RSHU and clicked open the top. The clear plastic box contained a makeshift bench, vacuum formed in the same material. The four walls of the contained were like thick windows but the top had minuscule air holes drilled in, each one about the diameter of one of Mia’s arms. Without warning, the red-head tipped her hand over the box and the two shrunken people rolled off, landing on the firm surface inside the box in a heap. Not thinking to check if they were okay, Grace shut the lid of the box, hearing the heavy click of the locking mechanism, and turned to leave the room. The secretary didn’t even remember to switch on the light, and instead left the couple in their container, alone in the dark room.

Mia was still wrapped in Jake’s confused arms. He wasn’t altogether present, still in shock from everything that had happened in the last few hours. Being in the dark room was actually a great help, as the overwhelmingly colossal world was shut out for a moment, and replaced with a calm, endless darkness. The glass cage they were in was barely visible, merely adding a blur to the general gloom of the cell.

‘Oh my God, Jake are you okay?’ Mia asked, her face close to his, able to smell the giantess’s stench all over him.

‘What the fuck is going on?’ he mumbled.

‘This can’t be legal, right?’ Mia demanded, ‘They can’t just … shrink us like this, right? We didn’t do anything! This has to be a crime!’

Mia stood up, leaving Jake sitting with his torso supported on his arms. She walked purposefully up to the glass wall between them and the door to the cell, some miles away. She stopped with her face almost touching the glass and began pounding on the solid wall with her fist.

‘You can’t do this to us!’ she screamed, not knowing who was going to hear, but needing to get the anger out of her system. In truth, she was terrified. She didn’t have anything to compare her current feeling of utter helplessness with, and if she thought about even the next day, she feared she would be overwhelmed by the sheer uncertainty and her powerlessness to decide her own fate. Instead, she preferred to believe she had some semblance of control over her life, and use this to threaten her abusers.

‘I’ll sue the whole damn police department for this! We did nothing wrong!’ she yelled.

‘It was just a stupid candy bar ..’

Mia’s head snapped around so fast that she almost lost her balance, so shaken was she with what Jake had just whispered.

‘What did you just say?’ she asked him, her voice dropping so quickly from shouting to a normal, flat tone, that it surprised the boy.

‘I … They can’t shrink you for taking a candy bar. That’s crazy and …’ he stammered, meeting her gaze.

‘Jake,’ Mia cut him off, ‘What the fuck are you talking about?’ Her glare was suddenly cold and she felt herself beginning to tremble.

‘I just … I just took one,’ Jake said weakly.

As if a switch had flipped, all of Mia’s anger and frustration at the big, scary world around her was focused in towards the other being in the cell with her. Instead of a huge, untouchable conglomerate of conspirators been on ruining her life, she could suddenly trace all of her problems to a single, solitary person, and better still, one within reach.

‘You selfish, fucking …’ she roared, charging at Jake. The boy just managed to roll onto his side before his girlfriend leapt at him. She wasn’t event sure what she was trying to achieve, but it sure felt good to slam her fists into the tiny boy, striking him wherever she could as he tried to defend himself.

‘I told you to fucking leave the candy!’ she screamed. Continuing to hit him as he got to his feet.\

‘It’s not my fault! You should have just let me buy it!’ Jake shot back, raising his arms to block the hail of punches coming his way. Mia screamed as she redoubled her efforts, and Jake had enough. With a violent push she sent the smaller girl reeling backwards onto her butt. She landed with a look of shocked rage, and leapt back onto her feet. She glared at Jake, her fists balled up, but did nothing. He glared back at her.

All of a sudden, Mia burst into tear, and turned away from him, her words, stinging Jake more than her physical strikes had before.

‘You ruined my life!’

***

Peter Reece awoke with a start. He tried to move, but he found that he was immobilised. The 41-year-old chiropractor tried to take in his surroundings, but he was struggling to see. The last 24 hours had been a horrific blur. He remembered the chaos in the market when some local gangs had gotten into a disagreement, and the shaking rays had come out. He had been running to cover when he was hit.

Mercifully, the gangs cared little for the bystanders they hit, but that didn’t stop blackmarket slavers of shrunken people from pouncing on them like hyenas. Peter had been found by one such merchant and stuffed into a dark bag with several other unfortunate souls who had been shrunken that day.

He had read about the technology used by the police for subduing dangerous criminals, shrinking them permanently, but making them durable so that they wouldn’t simply be crushed by accident. Sadly, the gangs who used shrinking rays didn’t have the same ethical standards for their counterfeit weapons, and those they shrunk were as vulnerable as they seemed. Peter himself had seen a tiny woman get stepped on by a frightened bystander running from the fight.

One moment the tiny blonde woman had been crawling away, puny and scared, on the pavement a few meters before him. Then in a flash, an older lady, had crushed her, the huge sneaker smashing the tiny woman in the giantess’s haste to get away. Peter had watched with a twisting feeling in his stomach as the old woman hurried off, and as her foot rose, the bloodied mess of the blonde girl stuck to her sole, and getting dabbed onto the pavement with each step. This had all been before Peter himself was struck by the ray, and the true terror of what he had seen had really hit him.

He shuddered at the thought of it, or maybe it was the cold of the large, empty room he was in. He could feel the wood against his back and the tight sellotape across his body, pinning him onto the surface with his arms trapped against his body. He tilted his head to the side, the blurry shapes of the room visible in the dark.

He had lost his glasses somewhere in the merchant’s bag, but his captor didn’t need him to be able to see. He had been transported to a kitchen of some kind, and his clothes had been taken from him under threat of death. Initially, the group of tiny men and women hadn’t taken their giant slaver’s threat seriously. Then the humungous man had squished a helpless little girl under his thumb, and no one had challenged him afterwards.

Peter was naked now, his body cold in the immense room. The merchant had drugged them all after that, tossing a huge cloth over them, soaked in chloroform. After that, Peter had woken up here, and he knew nothing about what was in store for him.

As if on cue, the door on the other side of the room opened and the light was switched on. Peter was momentarily blinded, but the person that entered soon came into focus.

She wasn’t tall by normal standards, but to Peter, the woman’s 5-foot-something body was immense. He couldn’t make out her face in detail, but guessed form her clothes that she must have been in her 30s or 40s, filling out a smart business suit. A black pencil skirt hugged her huge hips, coming down to just above her knees, where black leggings covered her legs down to her heels. A white blouse was tucked into the high waist band of the skirt, with the top two buttons undone, revealing a milky white bosom.

She dropped her handbag onto the ground, shutting the door behind her as she stepped towards him. Peter watched the woman approach, her brown hair tied back in a pony tail, and a pair of thick rimmed glasses on her nose.

‘You must be for me,’ she sang, a nasal, high-pitched voice that reverberated around the room. He words were punctuated by the steady, thumping beat of her foot steps as she came to stand over the side table to which he was taped.

Standing over him, Peter looked all the way up her body, marvelling at how her breast seemed to extend a dozen yards in front of her body, her face only just visible from beyond them. On the flip side, the giantess brunette was loving the view of the pathetic little creature before her.

‘Now I know you’re not a sturdy one, so I’m gonna be careful,’ she promised, reaching down with massive fingers, her nails painted a deep red. Peter flinched as they came towards him, but with a click, they touched the table beside him.

‘Please …’ he started, but grimaced as a terrible scratching noise drowned his voice out as the giantess peeled the edge of the tape off of the tabletop. Without warning, she ripped the tape up and giggled as she watched Peter’s tiny body jump off of the table with it. She raised the tape and its entrapped passenger to her face.

Peter was hanging sideways, suspended in the air only by the stickiness of the tape across his chest and arms. He looked across at the huge face of the giantess who had freed him from the table, and stared into her left eye as she scanned his naked form. He blushed, which only seemed to entertain the giantess even more.

‘Don’t be embarrassed, you’re never gonna see me again, and I’ve just seen every bit of you anyway,’ she chuckled, ‘Boy do I have plans for you.’

Peter didn’t like the sound of that one bit. He struggled, trying o free himself from the tape, but forgot that it was the only thing holding him in the air. Unfortunately he succeeded in freeing himself from the glue, and plummeted down towards the side table. His eyes widened and he screamed as he went, and instead of helping him, the giantess let out a shrill laugh. He struck the table with his arms out and cried out as he heard his arms snap from the impact. He crumped onto his side, breathing hard in agony as the giantess bent forwards and stared down at him.

‘Now that wasn’t very smart, was it?’ she tutted. She was about to reach for him when a deafening sound erupted through the room. The ringing sound was louder than a jet engine to Peter as he moaned in pain as it echoed around the room.

‘Now just hold on a minute, I’ll be right back,’ the woman smiled, stepping back to her bag and pulling out a cellphone. She slipped to accept the call put it to her ear.

‘Greyson, who’s this?’ she said.

Peter tried to roll to the side, but every movement sent bolt after bolt of searing pain through his arms. He collapsed onto his back, panting and still wailing as the giantess walked back towards him. She sat down on the bed beside the table, her huge ass compressing the sheets and sending chills down Peter’s spine. He watched her pull out a cigarette and then a lighter from her cleavage.

‘Wow, that sounds like a real mess you’re in,’ she said into the phone, lighting the cigarette and putting it to her lips.

Peter closed his eyes, breathing hard and trying to figure out what to do. He never saw the giantess’s gaze flick onto him, nor the wicked smile that flashed across her face. He was oblivious to her intentions until it was too late.

Peter’s eyes opened in a flash and a blood-curdling scream left his mouth. He was looking right at the white and orange column of the cigarette, the burning hot butt currently pressed onto the table, right on top of his left leg. The tiny man wailed in agony as his entire limb was engulfed by the end of the column and he felt his flesh sear clean off, melting against the heat.

The giantess giggled as she continued her conversation doe the phone, savouring the panic and pain she could see in the tiny man as she burned off one of his legs, cursing the bone with a twist of the cigarette between her fingers, before raising it back to her lips and taking a puff.

The charred mess of a leg was completely gone, leaving nothing in its place other than ash as Peter stared at it in disbelief. His body was shivering from the pain and heat that he had just felt, but in a few seconds, all that was left of his leg was a burnt stump. He snapped his head back up at the giantess, as if asking why she would do something so cruel and senseless, but he was met with only an uncaring half-glance: she wasn’t even paying attention to him.

As if to add insult to injury, the cigarette came shooting back towards him, but she wasn’t even looking at him this time.

‘WAIT!’ Peter cried, but it was too late. The lit end of the huge tower smashed into his already broken right arm, scorching the limb to nothing as the pressure crushed his bones. He cried and cried for mercy, but the goddess wasn’t even thinking about him as she ground her arm into nothing, far more interested in her phone call.

‘Now that’s a deal I can take. Alright, take care. I’ll see you tomorrow. Bye,’ she said, hanging up the phone, then turning to the tiny man on the table, ‘Sorry, hun, but that was too good of a chance to pass up. I’m gonna have to cut our night a little short.’

Peter was gasping, his body shaking violently as he glanced between the giantess and his own ruined body.

‘At least we had some fun right,’ the giantess said, standing and putting the cigarette to her lips as she looked down at him. From the side on, her ass was even more impressive, a truly colossal convexity that jutted out behind her and stretched the skirt to its limits. Sadly for Peter, the giantess caught him checking her out.

‘Don’t worry, hun, I’m not a tease. You’ll get the full show, even if it’s just for a second,’ she winked. With the cigarette still in her mouth, both hands came down to her skirt and with a single, forceful tug, she shimmied it down, pushing both the skirt, and her leggings down to reveal an enormous, pale, fleshy rump. She turned her back to the tiny man and Peter already knew what was about to happen. He closed his mouth, swallowing his scream, but his eye remained open, watching the titanic mounds wobble as she backed up to the table. The shadow that her hips cast covered the entire tabletop, and Peter could only watch as the huge woman sat her ass down.

Gemma Greyson’s butt touched the table gently, her immense left cheek swallowing the tiny man whole, smothering him as she slowly rested her weight down upon him. It only took a fraction of her impressive mass to crush him, his body exploding beneath her ass and spreading out into a little red stain against her flesh. She continued to sit down and without even thinking about it, smeared him over the wood, as her buttcheek spread out. She smiled as she sat down fully and gave her hips a little wiggle to be certain that he was dead, before standing and admiring her work.

She couldn’t even see his remains on her huge, dimpled ass, his gory stain rubbed out of existence against her skin. She pulled her skirt and leggings back on and grabbed her things, leaving nothing behind but the bit of tape and the faintest red stain on the side table that was Peter’s final resting place. She never gave a second thought to the tiny human she had obliterated under her ass, as she headed home to prepare for the next day. Her excitement was matched only by her determination to get her reward tomorrow, and she didn’t even care about the $15 she had spent on Peter.