Trigger Happy (3)

The police cruise bike pulled up in front of the steps to the precinct with a jolt. Officer Jackie Pierce had grown accustomed to it, but her two passengers certainly hadn’t. Jake felt unimaginable pain as the giantess scooted forwards on her seat, smearing him against her butt as she came to a stop. Unfortunately for him, he continued to feel every agonising moment as the woman stood up, and stepped off of the motorcycle. 

Mia felt her world bounce as the giantess’s breasts wobbled within the tight confines of her uniform. Carrying a little more weight on her than she should be, Jackie’s natural curves easily outmatched even the toughest sports bra, and she had to make do with what she could. Normally the only consequence of her busty rack was the odd stare from a passerby with a policewoman fetish, but today, her twin mountains were creating a living hell for her prisoner. 

Since shrinking technology had been introduced into the police arsenal three years ago, it had been a rollercoaster of media highs and lows. Crime rates had plummeted across the nation as common criminals were too afraid of the unusual punishment to risk it and the once overflowing prison system was suddenly under a lot less pressure. Of course, the use of shrinking technology was still under fire from the liberal media, in particular in cases where the public seemed to think it wasn’t justified. 

A few big name cases had drawn the public eye into misuse of the shrinking rays for lesser crimes, and so a recent bill had restricted its use to situation where the utilising officer or innocent civilians were in fatal and imminent danger from the perpetrator of the crime. Of course, this only really had to be considered when crimes were being reports, and much less when officers were faced with thugs. Jackie herself had received a caution for using her ray on some gangsters, but in the end she was able to justify her actions, and all it took was shrinking and planting a few knives. 

The blonde was more angry about her fellow cops that had themselves been fired for supposed mis use of their weapons, and worse still were cops that were themselves being shrunken by black market shrinking guns. She felt no pity for those who broke the law, and in her eyes, they were all one and the same, a monolith of disorder and disobedience into which she placed the two tiny people she had caught shoplifting. 

She strode through the main doors into the precinct and was headed for the lifts, but then had a second thought. She decided to take the stairs, savouring the feeling of the little runt in her back pocket as he was forced to massage her powerful ass as she ascended to the 3rd floor. Even the tiny girl suffered, as the sweat oozed out of every pore in Jackie’s body from the exertion, and Mia was drowned in their salty grasp. 

Officer Pierce entered the bull pen, a wide open space with desks scattered around it in a grid. At the back of the area was their sergeant’s office, the door to which, was closed. As soon as she came into sight, the secretary stood up, alarm in her eyes. 

‘Jackie, you really ought to give the Sarge a second to cool off,’ the secretary urged, her high voice sweet and musical. 

‘Woah, Grace, where’s the fire,’ Jackie asked, raising her hands defensively as she continued to approach the sergeant’s office.

Grace had been working as a secretary for three weeks, and she hadn’t had any trouble making friends, for the most part. The other policemen seemed to be friendly to her from the start, but she didn’t seem too popular with her female colleagues. The 21-year-old arts major simply couldn’t figure it out. She stood now behind the tidy desk, dressed in a professional, grey pencil skirt and white blouse. The skirt rode high over her abdomen, hugging her lean figure. The tight material hugged her hips and stuck out behind her over her firm, round ass. The blouse was tucked in and buttoned up, however the deep neck line still showed sufficient skin to show off her perky E-cup tits. A deep pink bra was just about visible beneath the thin white fabric on which her ID was pinned. 

Her fiery red curls hung loose on her shoulders, cascading over her blouse like fire on snow. Her face was slim, smooth and pretty, with dazzling green eyes and the slightest dotting of freckles. Yet somehow, it seemed that only Jackie even made time to say hi to her, so she felt a loyalty to the blonde that she didn’t have for anyone else. It was a shame that Jackie seemed to be in trouble more often than not. 

‘Jackie, he was pissed off with you using your ray last week as it is, but two more perps?’ Grace trailed off. 

‘You're right, maybe if I go in with one, he’ll go easier on me,’ Jackie said after a short pause. Before the secretary could answer, she reached behind her back and fished something out of her back pocket. Grace’s eyes went wide when her hand reappeared with a tiny man between her finger and thumb.

‘What do you …' Grace started.

‘Just hide him from the Sarge until I smooth this over,’ Jackie pleaded, tossing the fragile little thing onto the desk. Grace watched him landed on a piece of paper with a soft thud. She gasped quietly, but the policewoman didn’t seem to notice. 

‘You're the best Gracie,’ Jackie cooed as she slipped past and rapped on the sergeant’s door.

‘PIERCE! GET IN HERE NOW!’ growled her senior, and so the blonde disappeared into the office. 

The secretary sat down in her chair and stared at the tiny human before her. She had certainly seen a few shrunken people before, but never up close. She peered down at the diminutive being, gasping for air on her desk. His little body seemed to snap back into a semblance of a human figure before one of his hands finally moved. The red-headed giantess watched as the little man pushed himself onto his hands and knees, before finding the courage to look up at her. 

She watched its tiny eyes widen in awe as Jake took in the goddess towering over him. Her pale arms folded across her chest, the enormous woman looked like a statue from an ancient civilisation. Her massive bosom was like a balcony looming over him and her face showed a mixture of wonder and pity. Jake almost didn’t feel terrified of her … almost. Grace placed her hands on the desk.

The sudden movement made Jake jump, desperately trying to get away from the behemoth as her building sized hands landed on the desk. The surface shook, too gently for the secretary to notice, but enough for the puny man to feel her power. He glanced sideways at on of her hands, the pretty palms and slender fingers rising like a wall to one side of him. He watched the muscles of her fingers ripple as the colossal towers shifted carelessly. There was something mesmerising about the display of power and delicacy that entranced Jake, keeping him still and slowing his breathing. Grace assumed that it had gotten over its fear of her and was about to reach for the tiny man to pick it up. 

‘Excuse me, can you send this to HR with the Sarge’s signature on it?’

Now it was Grace’s turn to jump, as the voice seemed to come from nowhere. She jumped up as if a bolt of lighting had shot up her spine, straightening her head to meet the eyes of the uniformed man standing in front of her desk. In her panic, the very hand that Jake had been watching swept towards him. He managed to get to his feet, but before her could evade it, the wall of flesh struck him like a truck, smashing his face and send him flying off the side of the surface. He grunted as the wind was knocked form his lungs and he sailed across the papers and over the edge of the wooden worktop. 

As soon as he managed to catch a breath, Jake screamed as he fell what felt like miles, hurtling towards the earth until her finally struck the linoleum floor with a sickening crunch. He felt his ribs shatter and his lungs flood with his own blood, the blinding pain making him see red. But in a moment, he felt his insides rearrange and return to normal, leaving him only with a dull ache, about half the intensity of that of the initial injury. He sucked air into his newly inflated lungs, the side of his face pressed against the cool tile. For the firs time, Jake noticed the perpetual earthquakes that shook the ground in the busy rooms, as dozens of colossal figures moved about around him.

‘Of … of course,’ Grace replied, startled by the policeman who was holding an envelope at her. The man rolled his eyes at the flustered secretary as she took his letter, before turning and walking away without so much as a thank you. Grace quickly set the letter down and scanned her desk for her charge, but found no sign of it. In her search, she happened to glimpse a tiny bit of red on the back of her hand before it evaporated. She stared at the the now invisible stain for a moment before realising what must have happened. Her her snapped sideways and her dancing green eyes swept the floor beside her desk in a slow scan. They finally came to rest on a tiny spec on the pale green tile, a few feet away from her. Grace made to stand up, desperately trying to find a reason to go and get him without drawing suspicion. She didn’t want to lose him, but couldn’t just stare, so she opted to fix her gaze on a spot a little bit away from the tiny thing, keeping it in her peripheral vision as she stood. 

Jake vaguely saw the enormous red-headed woman stand and his heart began to race. The pain she had inflicted on him with a single swipe of her hand was almost worse than all of the torture that the policewoman had made him endure. He wanted to get away, and manically tried to wiggle his way in the opposite direction but it was no use. The giantess stood and with a single step had nearly covered the distance to him. He closed his eyes as tears began to drip onto the floor. He didn’t even know why he was crying, but everything was just too much for him to process. All he knew for certain, was that the giantess meant more suffering. 

Grace dared a little smile as she neared her target, and noted with glee that no one else had seemed to notice the shrunken man in the middle of the precinct. She stepped near enough him to be able to reach and carefully dropped her pen. The huge column clattered onto the ground a mile from Jake and he cringed, thinking that it was on top of him. He chanced opening his eyes and breathed a ragged sigh of relief as he saw the pen in the distance. He didn’t dare look up in fear of seeing the secretary over him, but he saw her feet, encased in black flats the size of tour busses. 

The red-head feigned frustration and squatted down to get her pen, reaching forward with her other hand to snatch her prey. She couldn’t help but rest her eyes on the puny man now, as her other hand blindly and carelessly fiddled with the pen. 

THUMP. CRUNCH.

The bright red flip-flop came down too fast for anyone to do a thing about it, landing a centimetre in front of Grace’s fingertips. The secretary was certainly surprised by the shoe, but was aghast with the way it smashed into the tiny man, reducing him to nothing in the blink of an eye. Jake blacked out as the entire weight of the giantess shot through her slipper and flattened him against the linoleum. Grace fell back onto her ass as she glanced up the bare leg attached to the red shoe, over tanned, leathery skin to a too-short white miniskirt with pink and blue floral print, and faded pink spaghetti strap with a ruffled top. 

The woman she was now looking up at was stick-thin and glared down at her with a judgmental and jealous rage, her blonde hair a mess across her face. Her bare arms were behind her back, in handcuffs, held by a police officer as he guided her to the holding cell. 

‘Watch it, slut!’ the skinny woman swore, before yelping as the officer behind yanked her arm.

‘Keep moving, Kat, and stop harassing our secretary,’ the man growled. 

‘When the fuck did we lose our right to free speech?’ the blonde demanded wildly as she was forced forwards. The policeman mouthed Grace an apology, but the secretary was too shocked by what had just happened to notice. She watched the other woman walk off and as her left foot rose, underneath the sole of her rubber slipper, was plastered the gory remains of the man’s body, nothing more than a dirt stain mixed with the dust and mud between the worn down treads. Grace didn’t believe her eyes as she could had sworn that the massacred human was taking shape before her eyes. Katrina's foot came down with an inaudible squelch and Jake was once again smushed under the unemployed trailer-parker’s foot. The agony he felt was like nothing he had ever imagine possible, but thankfully he ebbed in and out of consciousness and didn’t suffer it too much. 

Grace slowly stood and, not knowing what else to do, slowly began walking back to her desk, trying to reconcile what she had just seen. She was going to have to tell Jackie, or try to get the little creature back, but as she turned around to weigh up her chances, she watched the skinny blonde get shoved into the holding cell, and the bars clatter closed behind her.