The one that chose to stay

Laying against the ball of Her sideways-planted foot, Her toes at his back, face planted into the soft flesh, he kept licking and kissing and massaging while reminiscing. A soft - in comparison - squeeze of the bulbous appendages squeezing him in there distracted him for a moment - as did the sigh of pleasure coming from his goddess - but it was short lived as he lost himself once again in the worship of Her freshly cleaned feet, smelling sweetly of vanilla, making his mouth water and digging himself in with fervour, wanting to taste as much of the divine flesh before him.

He remembered the first day - when life was so much more complicated and terrifying...

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Darkness. That's all he saw as he woke up. Head spinning, he rose up from the oddly soft ground, palms planted against his head as he tried to dispel his confusion. For a precarious minute, he didn't even know who he was. Where he was. What he was, even. Only flashes, soft and blurry, before it all came back and slapped him across the face, the metaphorical force almost rocking him backward - he shrunk, at a random café, innocuously. He remembered the terrifying feeling of all the giants milling about, the disorienting fact he was one of them until he wasn't anymore. He remembered the horror stories, he remembered the fear, he remembered how unnoticed he was, even as he shrunk in a small café with people around. Not that there were many, mind you.

He remembered the eyes of that woman - her soft smile, the dimple at her cheeks, the soft, plush lips and the utterly possessive light in her light blue eyes that even now sent a shiver of - fear? arousal? - down his spine.

He knew then and there that he had to run, to fight, to plead, maybe beg, but he was locked in place. Like a deer, staring, still. Not at an incoming truck, or even train, no. That was like watching a mountain in the distance - silent, still, unmoving... and then it opens it's eyes and locks onto you. An instinct of prey long forgotten blared louder than anything he'd ever felt and he just.. froze. Hoped the mountain wasn't actually looking at him. Hoped it'd overlook him.

Well, turns out predators do see things that aren't moving.

It was fruitless, of course. Almost like she knew what she was doing - like she'd experienced this before - the blonde gathered her things and put her laptop in her backpack very leisurely, making a concerted effort to not break the eye contact with him and, before long, she was upon him. Casually and confidently, she stepped closer to him. He'd never admit this to anyone, but in that moment he'd already started crying and it was not long before her massive, bare thighs came by his table and she just... swiped him. Or at least, that's what he reckons happened, he couldn't really tell. In fact, even now, he doesn't actually know what she looks like really. Only that her eyes are a shade of dark blue, that she had been wearing a pleated red-ish skirt and that one moment she was so incredibly close and looming and huge and powerful and even now he remembered the scent of her penetrating his nose so pleasantly and yet all encompassing terrifying him and making him shake and praying in his mind and... the next he was surrounded by something plush and it was light for a single moment before even that was plunged into darkness.

The scent... her scent... even now it was lodged deep into his nose... Oh.

She kidnapped him.

"Shh! It's okay!" he heard a soft voice say.

Wait, he did a doubletake. He heard?

"W-what?" he responded, only now realizing how much he was trembling and also the fact that he was on his back, splayed out on whatever soft surface was there.

"W-where... *ahem* Where are we? Who are you? What's going to happen to us? W-what.." he asked again, clearing his throat, trying to mask his desperation to the woman's voice.

"It's okay, everything is going to be fine, you're fine. You're safe." she responded, not actually answering his question, but it did ease his nerves with how soft and confident she was.

"Okay! Okay. I'm fine. Please, where are we? What's happening?" he took a breath to calm himself down before he tried again to get some answer to where they where.

"We're in Her drawer." she answered, nonchalantly.

"W-what?" he shivered again, a flash of giant soft blue eyes with oppressive intent flashing through his mind.

"You're new, right?" she asked again, her tone suggesting she already thought the answer to the question is yes.

"New to what? What do you mean in *her drawer*?!" he questioned her.

"New to being tiny, I mean. Maybe you've read some stories, maybe you've had some fantasies yourself but never thought it'd happen to you. Or maybe you thought you'd be the big one? Anyway, we're both tiny. Around 5 cm - about 2 inches - tall. Well, you're a bit taller than me." she answered confidently.

His head was spinning. Unable to take all this in. Two inches. He tried to put that in his mind's eye. To compare. He was shorter than a *pencil*. Shorter than a finger, even. He shivered again, a flash of blue eyes zipping across his mind.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey there, calm down! Everything's fine, nobody's going to harm-" she started, and he felt something wrapping around him.

He burst out.

"Don't touch me!" he screamed, pushing roughly against whatever had tried to bind him and hearing it thud down with a soft oof.

"Damn my guy, I'm trying to help and this is how you thank me? Fine, imma leave you to break down in peace." she answered, clothes rustling and footsteps resounding as she moved away.

He stood there, panting. Slowly, his eyes got used to the darkness and realized he could somewhat see in the dark. He saw the woman in what looked like a long white robe with dark spots all over it rubbing her shoulder. He could only tell she was of Asian descent, but not much more than that, most of her features were indiscernible in the low lighting.

He looked down at himself and saw that he was in the same clothes as when he shrunk.

He took a deep breath and started thinking. The one who shrinknapped him didn't pull him out of his clothes, so he reached for his phone and found it was still there and still had battery. He looked at it. No signal, and the clock was 7 am. The signal is expected, most tech failed when you shrank, there were only now rumours of the military having something, but nothing for civilians.

He tried calling emergency services anyway. No signal.

He took another deep breath in when the situation changed. Small lights - leds? - started shining slowly, brightening from up a bit at a time, blinding him for a second when they started but then letting him get used to it as they slowly plateaued.

Then, the container they were in started moving - slowly, and then the room beyond was exposed to them.

It was already bright, and it was clearly a woman's room. Plushies strewn and tossed around, a skirt dropped on the floor near a chair, a top on that same chair, presumably where the skirt had been resting before too, and a myriad other little details.

A riot of colors everywhere, from purple and black to what he had heard an ex-girlfriend call pastel colors dotted around the landscape.

And, obviously, the shark in the middle of the room. He gulped.

The woman who nabbed him was sitting on the bed, phone above her, long painted nails looking more like claws, even as they were painted with soft green, red and white of the Christmas holiday. Only her arms and breasts were bare, her torso below covered in the blanket as she paid attention to device above her.

In the midst of typing something on it it slipped out of her hands and fell on her nose with her releasing an "oof" before bouncing off and falling off the floor.

She turned around and tried to reach for it out of the comfort of her bed. It was not to be. She sighed and pulled down her blanket, sitting up and pulling herself off the bed and into a pair of house slippers. He saw her wriggle her toes into the footwear before giggling and getting up, stretching and closing her eyes, tits straight to attention.

He was dumbfounded. This was... just a normal girl. In fact, she even looked his age, and hot to boot. She would've been right in the range for him to date - and maybe have her kneel before his cock, even. There was no sense of ultra evil he got from before.

Once done with her stretch and after bending down to get her phone, she saw the container that was open. Where they were. She locked eyes with him first and then he remembered. A flash and a shiver and he was on his butt, stiffening up completely, wide eyes barely registering the slight smirk that formed on her lips before she moved her attention to the woman that he was with and she smiled much more softly before moving up to them.

Each step was a muffled thud - not the kind when someone falls, but the kind when a building falls in the distance - and she closed the gap in a couple steps. The container was more or less level with her pelvis, so they were both treated to the sight of her dark purple panties and bare, milky white thighs. He risked a view of the underside of her breasts and realised she had been looking at him again so he froze up yet again.

She rolled her eyes and huffed a giggle before leaning down.

She moved so fast, one second her eyes where what felt like a mile away, the next they were right in front of him.

Thankfully, this time they were focused on the woman and he heard the unclasping of something before her hand reached in to grab her.

He had already stiffened up as much as he could - and was even shivering slightly - but neither woman paid attention to him, and the tiny threw herself at her palm, rubbing her cheeks on the index finger, much to the giantesses' delight, expressly delivered through a light coo that shook his bones.

Her hand retracted soon with the tiny in tow, bringing her to her lips before whispering something. He didn't catch what it was, at the time, as he was entirely focused on the carnage being displayed before him. She would bring her to her lips, lick her, maybe even kiss before she would be brought into her mouth and summarily swallowed.

At least, that's what he thought. The tiny was brought precariously to her lips, being kissed and kissing in turn, both giggling lightly and smiling. He was confused. Where they...?

It was a couple minutes before they where done and the tiny was let down gently on the floor and she started jogging away.

The giantess turned her attention back to him.

"Hey.. " she started, softly. Her voice was pleasant, musical... not at all what he expected.

"Sorry for not explaining anything before I grabbed you. It's just, there's so many dangers to tinies, I had to move fast and quiet and would've risked someone running off with you and doing bad things to you..." she continued, in her pleasant, almost lilting rhythm. He was dazed and just a bit confused.

"Want to join us in the bathtub? It's going to be only the three of us." she asked, in that same confusingly melodic voice.

He.. didn't know what to say. His instincts warred with one another but in the end he decided to go. What's the worst that could happen, anyway?

"Yeah.. okay, yeah" he answered.

She smiled a soft smile at him that warmed him up on the inside.

"Okay, then come around to the exit and step on my palm, okay?" she said, before bringing her palm to the same place her hand had intruded before, but now resting against the container, palm up. He stumbled over the soft - fabric-y? - ground and fell in her palm. She giggled when he tried to right himself and stand up, bringing her fingers up around him like a carnival ride, her thumb settling over his legs like a safety bar. He grabbed it out of instinct, to which she smiled at him before putting her hand near her navel, beneath her breasts and rising up.

Thundering thud by thud towards the bathroom, they soon crossed the threshold to her brightly lit, white bathroom, where the woman from before was already naked and sitting on the rim of a gargantuan bathtub. It had already been filled somehow, and was steaming with hot water.

The giantess put her hand down next to the woman.

"Off you go, and strip down." she told him, and he obliged. He was feeling just a bit self-conscious but he puffed out his impressive chest to impress. The Asian girl next to him rolled her eyes at him while the giantess went out of the bathroom for a moment.

He turned around to her and studied her. Now that there was light, he could see that she looked like a model. Fit, slim, and muscular. Maybe even too much for a woman. He was sceptical. She was not as beautiful as when he first saw her, under the cover of darkness.

His studying session was interrupted by the giantess coming back, and he turned to look, eyes turning slightly wide.

She was truly a goddess.

She was truly gorgeous, soft tummy, broad hips, wide thighs and thigh gap, a very delicious - in his opinion - looking pussy, well-proportioned breasts and ass. Her face very very kissable with plush lips and long lashes. The golden ratio for all. He struggled to contain his watering mouth. The goddess looked at him and smirked anyway.

"You're very beautiful." he thought, blushing instantly as he heard a snort from behind and realized he had said that out loud instead of thinking it to himself.

The giantess only huffed a laugh and a smirk before dipping her beautiful purple painted toes into the water first with one leg and then with the other before she sat back fully with a sigh, feet traveling under the water before her big toes poked out at the very end of the tub.

The air was already kind of misty, but visibility was getting lower and lower as a light fog started forming on the water surface. He shivered, partly from the heat, partly from.. being cold?

Before he could make out the feeling, the tiny woman next to him dove down into the water. She fell for what looked like 15 feet before impacting the water gracefully and popping out next to the goddess' toes, using them as buoys and looking straight up at him.

"Aren't you cold?" she asked, with a raised eyebrow, using her left hand to swipe her now wet hair back, a wave bouncing her up and down a fair couple feet - but she was unphased.

He blushed again.

"U-uhm. Yeah." he responded, hesitantly. He furrowed his brows again, why did he feel so reluctant all of a sudden now?

"So, dive. The water's warm." she answered, gesturing at the surrounding liquid that... was turning a slight shade of pink?

He looked towards the giantess and saw next to her a... bubbly sphere of some kind with flowers floating next to her. Her eyes were closed, head tilted back, breathing softly - as much as that can be assigned to a living mountain - the movements of her chest causing waves that travelled on the water and bounced off of the tub's walls.

"So?" the tiny asked again, jolting him back. He almost responded too, but he yelped instead as he slipped somehow and fell in the water.

He only heard a moment of a roaring laugh before he was submerged.

He panicked, and tried and moved and did everything he could but... he didn't know how to swim.

Something managed to pinch him though, and he clung to it as it brought him to the surface. He coughed out water and drew in fast breaths as he tried to calm himself down, clinging tighter to the warm thing that brought him out.

He no longer heard her laughter, but instead saw her expression of mild concern. She was still holding onto the toe, but she was caressing it now, and he realized with a jolt that he was holding onto the other one, hands threaded around it, one arm on the outside, the other going through the toe gap to meet on the upside of the appendage. He blushed again as he turned and saw the goddess looking at them both, eyes now open, face also concerned.

He buried his face in his hands - or, well, he tried. Renewed laughter sparked from the tiny as he realized too late he only succeeded in burying his face in the underside of the Goddess' toe. She also gave a quiet giggle and a light scrunch to him before settling back with a fond smile on her face. Her foot also settled back, letting him float in the water even as he was still hugging the big toe.

"Sorry, sorry!" the tiny woman shouted to him, from the safety of the other massive monolith of beauty.

"I didn't know you didn't know how to swim, I thought you were going to be fine. Thank the Goddess, right?" she added.

He didn't get a chance to respond before a bunch of waves were made and the sound of rushing, splashing water resounded as the goddess sat up.

"Ok you two, come here. It's safer if you're closer to my hands." She softly added, her voice echoing strangely, and vibrating him slightly as she plucked up the tiny girl like a pen and him a bit more gently.

They were both placed on her chest, above her breasts, as she sat back, hands idly caressing both of them.

He felt.. weird but a good kind of weird, being touched so intimately by her.

"Ok, I think we're all overdue for an introduction." She began, her voice now reverberating through his whole being.

"I'm Gabriella but most call me Gaby with a y," She continued, before a finger nudged the Asian tiny.

"I'm Liz." Liz added, insistently grabbing on Gabriella's finger to continue her caress - which she did after a moment of hesitation.

Then silence fell for a few moments. It was.. a bit of an awkward one, but he took a deep breath.

"I'm Devon." he added, "why did you grab me?" he asked.

Another snort was sounded from the side.

"Nice to meet you Devon", added Liz, sarcastically, before being aggressively poked by the finger she clung to.

"Cut it, Liz, you know how stressful it is." the goddess added.

"Yeah, yeah.", Liz said, rolling her eyes before settling back out of the conversation with her companion finger.

There were a few moments of silence before the giantess continued.

"As I said earlier, being a fresh tiny is a vulnerable time. I haven't experienced it myself, obviously, but from what I've heard and seen that's where the majority of incidents happen. I couldn't let you get hurt - or worse," She added, pausing for a moment.

"So, I took you in. Obviously, as you can see, you're not the only one, but there aren't two of you here either. I have.. a little community of you tinies in my apartment." She added, and he was confused. Dazed, even.

"Why?" he asked, reflexively, almost - without much thought.

"She was lonely." Liz added, before Gabriella could settle her thoughts, which earned her another poke.

"Don't make me call off the tickling truce." Gabriella threatened, to Liz's chagrin.

"Ok! Ok. I'll behave." Liz assured to which the Goddess only snorted - an action which jolted both of them slightly.

"As if. You're never a - ~good girl~" She added, whispering the last word in a melodic tone while squeezing Liz - a single whimper coming out of the furiously blushing tiny.

"As punishment then, and to show that you're a good girl Liz, tell Devon the ropes about being a tiny. Do a good job and I'll reward you~" She added, a teasing tone adopted at the end.

Liz, still blushing quite furiously, cleared her throat and turned to him even as she was hugging the index finger of Gabriella's right hand.

"Okay. So, to start off with the nice stuff, as you might know we are quite a bit more durable. Not immortal, mind you, but you won't pop if someone sits on you, or if they squeeze you a bit harder in their hand, or even if they step on you - provided they're barefoot. This also extends to food - we don't need as much as the big folk, and we can eat less often than them - you can go for, like, three months without food if you need to. Personal experience." she started, looking contemplative and a bit more calm - and motivated.

"That being said, we're much more susceptible to smells. Dunno why or how, but we're really bad at smells. Well, pheromones, actually. We're attracted to them like moths to a flame. Someone steps in sandals next to you? You'll want to get in them, right under their foot. You get trapped in-between someone's thighs? You're gonna have to fight the urge to slip into their underwear. Get close to someone's hands and they smell nice? You'll want to be handled by them, things like that." Liz continued.

"The last one was a joke, by the way. I think. I never tried before I ended up with bestie over here." she gestured to the landscape of flesh in the bathtub with them before continuing.

"Point is, most tinies don't... end tragically because people are monsters or anything - those are mostly stories, to be honest - though some are definitely true." she added with a shudder.

"Most tinies just... loose to their new instincts. Shrink in a highly populated area and you're doomed. Even I can barely control myself if there's more than, like, three biggos. Not to mention, some have much stronger pheromones than others, probably depends on hormones or something, dunno, wasn't in biology or whatever." she continued.

"Anyway, the idea is this thing is a mechanism that, at full size, is controllable and only really kicks in when you're with a partner but for us... it just, goes haywire? Idunno man, all I know is I've seen some others do some batshit insane things because of it. People that would never do that at full size. From just entering some rando' student's panties just because she skipped a couple days of showering and her musk was more intense than the others, to literally jumping to their deaths in toilets because someone pissed there." she added the last with a look of bewilderment.

"So, again, point is... this thing leads most of us to do very stupid, very dumb decisions and it's just better to have someone big take care of us. This world is just too full of people for us to not be exposed to some giant or another, and it only takes one stupid pheromone fuelled decision to just... lose." she finished, with a lost, almost haunted look.

Compared to the first time he saw Gabriella, this look of Liz's set every hair on his body on end and almost made him take a step back.

She was quickly caressed and praised with many "good girl~"s by the goddess though, and settled down soon after, silent.

Sighing, the Goddess continued for her.

"So, I'll just add, since our ~good girl~ here didn't get to it, you are also more susceptible to cold, and have higher warmth thresholds. Oh, and also you need more water than before." She added, before hmm-ing to Herself.

"That's all, I think." She finished, falling silent.

He contemplated for a few moments. He almost wanted to ask. Why her? Why not just anyone else? He was not sure he wanted to ask, though. He didn't know if it were the pheromone thing Liz mentioned or if it was just the years of loneliness and desire for a girlfriend - in so much as what basically amounts to a Goddess can be a girlfriend - but he felt... safe here, somehow.

He still decided to ask one thing, though.

"So, if most people would help tinies... why do so many stil... you know... die?" He asked.

This time it was Liz who answered.

"We also probably produce lots more of the pheromones." she said, with a tone of... finality?

He was confused, how would that affect- Oh.

"Then why isn't this more common knowledge? Why doesn't the government try to help? Why would they-" he started asking, frustrated at this whole situation before being interrupted by a reverberating voice coming from all around him.

"Only thing we know is that once the system gets its hands on a tiny, they disappear." She added, softly.

Stunned, he fell limp, getting caught by Her left hand. She caressed him softly.

He made some logical connections. He thought. He knew Her scent already affected him, probably made him more amenable to Her words but... He was alone.

He didn't really have any family, not anymore, anyway, not for a while. He was... had been... would have been lost if She hadn't taken him then.

He snuggled in Her hand, taking in Her warmth and scent and drifting off in a troubled nap.

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He had woken up afterwards, bathed himself pretty quickly and contemplated as the two women took their time with their own self-care and hygiene.

Things had kicked up from there - he had been inducted in their little community of 12 dedicated almost entirely to their carer-turned-goddess (much to her own muted delight as all could tell by her bright blush), and a couple of weeks have passed since then.

He'd even experienced, first hand, in a controlled environment, the effects of the "scent craze" as they called it. It was... horifying, really.

He had been placed in front of Gabriella's pantied crotch. At the first smell of the scent, he'd been dazed - much like when he'd woken up the first time, except a million times worse.

He'd stumbled forward like a zombie, getting closer and closer until he'd tryied to squirm in-between her nethers and her panties. He'd almost succeeded, too, if She hadn't pulled him out and settled him at a safe distance before getting up Herself to cool off with some water on her face.

He'd been nearly catatonic for a whole hour - entirely unable to think much except just wanting to be close to Her - to bathe in Her scent and to drink Her essence.

The experience, even prepared for it and as safe as it could possibly be, had nearly traumatized him. If She hadn't pulled him out, he believed he would've gone inside of Her as deep as he could, and never even once think of trying to escape.

Apparently, the effects of tinies' pheromones are less intense for the giants, but more long-lasting. They act almost like aphrodisiac, Gabriella had told him. But they also drain relatively rapidely if She reached orgasm, but that apparently only releases more of Her pheromones which in turn drives the tinies even more feral for Her.

A "positive feedback loop" is what She'd called it. Liz had also mentioned that, over time, it seemed as if they could get used to someone's pheromones enough to direct themselves. Not enough to negate the effect completely, but enough to ignore it.

Anyway, that's how it brought him here, worshipping the feet of what might as well be a divinity in what one could call their own personal little heaven. Occassionally, he would also be part of the group that tended to Her orgasm - he could still vividly remember pushing into Her, the soft and wet walls of Her sex surrounding him, Her scent pushing him on in further and further, the natural curvature of Her sex bending him as he moved further on. The contractions as She had come closer and closer to orgasm - the walls turning to rigid stone and squeezing him of all air as She came, the sound of rushing liquids above him as She squirted - and the soft, pulsating fall from Her orgasm - before he started squirming again - Her sex squeezing once more down with the force of a hidraulic press on him - but the ones outside weren't deterred, and they quickly picked up the pace on Her exposed bits, to which Her sex responded by clamping down harder on him, even as he started seeing stars, before releasing as he pulled in a deep breath of Her musk filled air - and then he'd started being used as a dildo, much to his delight.

Any such activities were, he was told repeatedly, entirely up to him if he wanted to participate in. Gabriella had stressed - multiple times - that She wouldn't abuse him and use him as a toy unless he agreed to it.

He had been skeptical at first, but She had started slow with him, and he'd been entirely sold on the idea.

These days, he spends most of his time either under Her toes, in Her panties, or directly in Her sex - the last being his favorite spot. The goddess hadn't been entirely sold on this initially, as She thought he would be vulnerable - or make Her loose control of Herself in public. He'd shown Her She could, in fact, just treat him as a pleasant massage from the inside - and he'd been the only tiny willing to spend what amounted to most if not all of his time inside of Her, being a pleasant distraction for when She'd been stressed or wanted to relax.

Some days, like on some exams, She would not take him, and so he's been spending his time honing his control over his actions when affected by Her scent, so he can in fact spend all his time inside of Her.

He still remembered the others' faces when he'd answered them "the Goddess provides" to their question of why he's not thirsty after spending a whole day inside of Her. Their expressions had been interesting at the time, though he did wonder if Gabriella knew ahead of time or someone had told Her after.

Oh, well, life is much better now - no future, yes, but he's spending his time devoted to worshipping what is the closest thing to a Goddess - and Her liking it, so it's all worth the loss of stress due to employment and all the other crap the "modern lifestyle" throws at them in an effort so "number go up" infinitely.

Plus, it's not like he doesn't have a bunch of impromptu friends in that tiny community.

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Hello, hello! So, I've been toying and chewing on this, and on the fact that I want to post more often on here, especially when I have ideas, so here's something that I intended to be a short backstory that I can jump off of. Unfortunately, my brain took up my idea and decided to run with it, so now it's a veeeeeeery long one. So, yeah. Well, hope you enjoyed if you read the whole thing ^^