title: The Shrink Pandemic aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [IsaacKonos] id: [49802552, 49908049, 52109269] date: 星期六, 十一月 12日 2022, 8:48:25 晚上 modified: 星期二, 五月 16日 2023, 3:21:42 下午

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The Shrink Pandemic

Author: IsaacKonos Source: The Shrink Pandemic (Story commission), The Shrink Pandemic (Story Commission), Shrink Pandemic. The Detona Beach Issue. Part 2.

The Detona Beach Issue

The world is always a big, scary place for some people, but for others, it's just hard not to crush the little guy underfoot living your own life. As a pandemic of shrinking passes over the world, that situation just became a lot more literal for everyone, and it's a trying time for two friends who were just trying to meet up in the middle of all this.

It was summer, and the Detona bay area was booming. Many anthos from different regions went to the bay area to enjoy the multiple beach spots and have a nice time. The number of tourists always increases during weekends and holidays, and things couldn't have been different this year.

Although the high number of people was good for the local business, making business owners quite happy, the same couldn't be said about the locals or the people who had beachside homes in the area.

"Ruh! Every summer, it's always the same!" Fussed Jane as she stared at her phone's screen. The shared ride app displays nothing but red roads, meaning that any driver would take more than half an hour to get to her pick-up location. That was unacceptable.

Jane was a tall, one meter and eight centimeters tall, gray shark girl living in her early twenties. She sported a perfectly fit body, not exaggeratedly muscle, but one could tell the girl could run a marathon without much effort. Dressed in a tight-fit, soft red bikini, perfectly matching the colors of her hair tips, the poor shark waited beneath the hot sun for her driver to take her back to her beachside home. Jane usually walks from the fancy gate community to the beach shore; she enjoys walking. But during the holiday seasons, the sidewalks could get so crowded that avoiding bumping into others could easily become impossible. Not to mention the annoying noise of car honks from the multiples car stuck together, all of them trying to find a parking spot as close to the beach as possible.

“I’m on my way!” The text popped up on jane’s screen. It was the automatic message sent by her driver, still stuck who knows where in the middle of all of that mess.

"Make sure to have your windows closed and the AC blasting." The shark girl texted back and continued to wait, sighing, slightly bored and disappointed.

Caleb read the last text sent by his latest client. Inside his brand-new gray hatchback, the AC was already blasting. It could be the only advantage of his job, after all, to get to stay in a cool, temperate controlled environment and the opportunity to see new sights every now and then. But whenever dealing with a snob, picky client, it was a downside.

"Well, at least I don't do this every day," The gray wolf spoke to himself, leaning over the steering wheel. Ahead of him was a large dump truck. Whatever it was carrying, it didn't smell so good, and despite the car being sealed and the AC system set to recirculate the air inside, cutting off the outside air from getting in somehow, that horrible smell still managed to get inside.

"Great, now she'll complain my car smells like trash," Caleb mumbled to himself once again. Meanwhile, the traffic hasn't moved a meter. It was then a push notification popped up on his phone's screen. Actually, it was two notifications. One coming from his map app, informing him about a shortcut right upheld which could take him out of that traffic jam. The other was some warning news about whatever; the young wolf simply swept away the second notification as if it didn't even exist and changed his curse into the shortcut. The consequences of such a decision would make themselves noticed quite soon.

Jane received exactly the same warning notification on her phone as well. Although by the time she did, the poor girl was already melting, waiting beneath the summer sun around midday was a terrible idea, and she didn't give the notification the proper attention given she was busy walking along the boardwalk, looking for a spot that could protect from the sun. Seconds before that first notification, another one came in and made her phone buzz.

"Your driver arrived at your pick-up location ."Informed her app. The shark would stop, raising her head, looking around her to see…

"Nothing?" Jane spoke, tilting her head to the screen again to ensure she didn't misread the text. She was right; her phone insisted her driver was supposed to be behind or on top of her. But again, looking around, she saw nothing at all.

Free from the traffic jaw, Caleb loved the shortcut. The map told him to take his left, driving through a narrow street with a few houses before leading him into a small tunnel. Oddly, the streets and the tunnel were completely empty, with no cars or people walking on the sidewalks. The wolf felt odd about it, but he was moving, so he did pay it no mind. At least not until he came out of the tunnel on the other end.

The abrupt transition between total darkness to bright daylight temporarily blinded the young wolf. Caleb would simply slow down his car, taking his foot away from the gas until his eyes adjusted, but before having the chance to do so, he would feel the vehicle hit a large body of water. Like running straight into a large puddle of water in the middle of the road at full speed, enough to cause a momentarily aquaplaning, making the car get out of the back.

Regaining control of the vehicle wasn't difficult at all. Driving for hours straight every now and so, the gray wolf knows his car's behavior better than anything else. But yet, the moment he regained control over the thing, the expression was his face was totally dumbfounded. Right in the middle of his path, tipped sideways, stood an oversized plastic water bottle of titanic proportions. The transparent bottle was empty, and only small droplets dripping out of its opening formed the large puddle that made Caleb's car aquaplane moments ago.

The gray wolf stopped the vehicle, stepped out, and gazed at the massive thing for a few moments. Everything in his mind told him that such a thing couldn't exist. There were no such things as gigantic water bottles; that was impossible. Why would anyone even manufacture a plastic bottle so huge? Who would even be able to use it? And then, for a moment, Caleb thought about the sheer scale required for one to pick and lift a bottle so massive. The wolf felt fear running down his spine as he inevitably concluded that he would be no more than a bug in a world where plastic bottles could be that huge.

After a few seconds, the young anthro managed to move his thoughts away from the bottle. He remembered his car, the client he was supposed to pick up, and decided to turn around, step back in the vehicle and move on with life as if the giant bottle could be treated as a white elephant. But he only noticed his new surroundings when he turned his head. Everything was huge; the trees, the streets, and even the curb along the street became insurmountable walls. The wolf's brain shut off for a moment. The realization struck him like lightning; he became bug-sized!

Jane was confused and was starting to get frustrated. She thought it was time for them to eliminate those silly bugs and provide users with better, real-time location info. In any case, the shark girl decided to walk towards her drive location, even though she was supposed to be able to see him in his car, given how close she was to them. According to the app, of course.

Casually stepping out off the sidewalk and walking through the empty street, the girl didn't even notice it; but the beachside was a lot quieter than usual. It was in complete silence, the sound of the waves hitting the shore being the only thing she could hear. The honks, the engine noise, people talking, and even the loud music were all gone. But Jane was too concentrated on the task at hand to even bother. With calm, short steps, she walked, head down, facing her phone the whole time.

Caleb was still stupefied. He didn’t know what to do, didn’t know who to call, didn’t know what happened and how it happened. He felt so alone like never before, and the increased sense of scale, which made it feel like a narrow residential street was large as an entire capital city, didn't help at all. But something suddenly demanded the puny wolf's attention. It was an earthquake.

THUMP!

A single, powerful earthquake left the young wolf feeling vertigo. Caleb found it odd how short the tremor was, and as soon it came, it was gone until…

THUMP!!!

Again, exactly the same thing, the same pattern. If Caleb didn't know better, he could have guessed such tremors resembled the rhythms of somebody walking around, similar to when one's walks on a tile floor or wood floor.

THUMP!!!

And the intensity of such earthquakes was increasing.

"Is it getting closer?" Said the gray wolf, but less than a second after asking, the answer came right from above. The strong summer sunlight was blocked by a titanic structure. Tilting his head up, Caleb was able to see a goddess!

The poor wolf’s brain was totally unprepared to witness that. To see the world from the eyes of an ant, towering over him for kilometers stood a woman. She was a shark, young and beautiful, having nothing on but a tight, red bikini and her phone at hand. She seemed focused on her phone, walking calmly and peacefully through the street. It became instantly clear to the wolf that the shark girl had no intention of hurting him. She didn't even know he even existed, to begin with. But, despite that, her very existence was a threat.

Caleb could see it clearly now; her heavy footsteps were causing all the tremors. The shark wore a pair of white flip-flops, each one taller than an apartment building height from the wolf's perspective, and they were approaching rapidly. To outrun a creature so massive like her was foolish. Even on his car, Caleb knew it would have been nearly impossible, and he was right as, just after that last step, the shark goddess took her last step forward before deciding to stand still.

Her left foot ascended into the sky majestically and imposingly, covering in less than a second the distance that would have taken the wolf minutes to walk until it landed on the street right by his side with a heavy thump! Beach sand, among dust, flew around Caleb due to the displaced air. The last earthquake caused by her final step was so intense it forced his car to bounce out of the ground for a second before landing on the street again, getting two tires flat, but what left the poor wolf gaping in fear wasn't that.

Moments before landing, Caleb saw sand, dust, and debris falling off the vast extension of her sole while the goddess was mid-step. But the closer the white sandal got, the better he could see. The wolf was watching cars! Dozens, maybe more, all equally tiny cars falling off her sandals like dust! The implications of what he just saw left the tiny driver speechless, despite his imminent danger of joining all of the other specks of dust beneath her sandals. The goddess stood precisely above him. She towered all imposing, showing off all of her half-naked body features.

Every single twitch, every single moment on the surface of her musculature Caleb was able to see. Even the tight outlines of her bikini against the outer folds of her vagina, a view which was now almost perfectly centralized above his head in the sky. An overwhelming sensation of pitifulness, insignificant befell over the wolf, and his first natural reaction was to shout at the gigantic woman.

"HEY!!! LOOK OVER HERE!!!" The wolf shouted, even though his brain was perfectly aware of how useless it was and such a waste of time. His voice would never travel as far as the top side of her sandals' soles; imagine making it get to her ears.

As the sensation of fear began to turn into panic and despair, a single sound could momentarily change the focus of the young wolf's attention. The sound of a text notification popping up in his phone. Caleb turned his face to his car, his phone left inside; he was just about to ignore the thing when his brain noticed a second pattern. Whenever the towering goddess tapped on her equally divine phone, a notification popped up on his little little phone down here.

The wolf put two and two together and immediately stridden for his phone, but just as he was about to grab it, he felt the whole world around him starting to shake and the air starting to rumble. The gigantic white rubber wall beside his car was beginning to move!

Jane stood exactly where the app was telling her the driver and his car were supposed to be, waiting for her. But it was a bug, obviously, as she was all alone. Starting to feel frustrated, the shark girl opened the chat box and began to text her driver.

"Hey, the app says you are here, but I can't see you ."She texted, and as soon as she tapped the sent bottom, her message turned green, meaning that the text had been read by the driver.

Jane waited for a couple of seconds but given her frustration and the fact the little car on her app's map wasn't moving, she decided to be more insistent.

"Hello? I think it's a bug. Could you tell me where you are?" She texted, and without waiting, she wrote another message.

"Are you too far away? Is it going to take too long?" She sent and sent. All the messages immediately turned green, and yet no answer from Caleb came. Jane was starting to move from frustrated to irritate. On top of that, there was the strong summer sun still massacring her scales and making her body sweat.

Eventually, after a few more seconds, Jane realized that the street was empty. She felt odd at first. She could have sworn the street was busy with cars coming back and forth. But, right now, besides the empty parked cars, no one was there. The place was so calm that she could even stand in the middle of the street without being bothered, which she was actually doing. Immediately the young shark considered canceling her ride and taking the usual walk back home.

"Look, I think I'll cancel. I'll pay the cancelation fee too." Jane texted, and just as she was about to walk out of the street back to the sidewalk, a reply finally came in her app.

"Wait!" Texted Caleb back.

Successfully getting inside his car and grabbing his phone, the poor wolf could read his phone only to confirm what he already knew. The titanic goddess looming above him was the girl he was supposed to pick up. Caleb read her latest messages, all the while feeling his whole world vibrating in anticipation of the movement of her massive sandals, and managed to type a quick short reply only to make the girl stop her movements, hoping that she would remain still. Luckily, it worked.

Caleb was given a first-row view of the immense, white rubber wall returning to its previous resting idle position. He could watch the thick layers of rubber further compressing themselves under the unforgivable weight of that divinity. And even more than that, he was able to hear it too. The loud, rumbling noise of countless tons of rubber and muscles further crushed and destroyed whatever and whoever was stuck underneath that sole.

"I'm right here! I can see you!" The gray wolf texted and immediately placed his head out the window. He figured that watching out for the titanic girl's reaction was of some importance. Regardless of the fact, Caleb couldn’t even see Jane’s face.

Jane, frown her face in confusion. The gigantic girl turned her head around as if scanning her surroundings. Her app info said: a gray hatchback car. The shark saw many parked cars around her, but none matched the specifications. She turned her face back to her phone and simply texted.

"Where?" She asked, blissfully unaware that meanwhile, she was looking around, a few tiny droplets of her body sweat would have dislodged themselves from her thighs and were heading straight to the ground, dangerously close to the location of the pitiful driver who was currently doing his best to get her attention.

Caleb barely had time to read her last text when a loud splash occurred just a few dozen meters from his location. The wolf was stunned at first but quickly figured out what was happening.

"She's sweating!" Uttered the young driver, watching two more droplets fall in his direction. Given their scale, mass, and speed, they could easily flatten his car like paper! But lucky, none of them directly hit him. The closest droplet wiped his car "clean" with its splash. Small leftovers of her scent invaded Caleb's nose, making the wolf feel slightly turned on. But the danger was more real than ever, so he suppressed his arousal and began to type.

“Look, it might sound crazy. But you got to trust me, right?” Caleb sent, knowing how ridiculously that message sounded. Especially when sent to a stranger.

And just as expected, Jane read the message and once again frowned her face, not knowing what to think of the message. Until another one came in.

"Just look down, right below you!" The young wolf texted. He thought it might be better to send direct commands and to be simple.

It actually worked. Looking through the window of the now covered-in sweat car, the tiny driver could see that goddess's face for the first time. She was beautiful indeed, even though Caleb couldn't see Jane's face in full detail given the sheer distance. And unfortunately, the same distance made it impossible for the titan to notice his presence between her feet. After a couple of short seconds, Jane turned her face to her phone's screen, and a new notification came in Caleb’s app.

"Is that a joke?" The shark goddess asked, and judging only by her body language, the wolf could tell she wasn't like it.

"No, no, no! Listen! You got to trust me! I'm actually right here! I'm exactly beneath you. My car is parked precisely by the side of your left sandal sole! Your WHITE sandal! If you could only take a closer look, please!" Caleb wrote and sent it to her phone, using his ability to explain the situation without appearing like a lunatic.

Jane read the message, and she immediately rolled her eyes. "This guy got to be kidding me. If this is some sort of odd joke, I'm reporting his sorry ass." She thought to herself but decided to crouch down and take a closer look at the ground, and without even realizing it, she was about to provide one tiny wolf a hell of a show.

Even before the goddess began to move, Caleb could already hear the air around him rumbling. It was her muscles and tendons shifting and adjusting themselves. Finally, light vibrations came after that; at this moment, the wolf knew Jane was moving, and even though she was standing in the same spot, the shark could cause light tremors. But the best part came from up above.

Caleb was left mesmerized upon witnessing the folds and the fabrics of her bikini stretching and struggling to keep position around her body. At a given moment, the tiny wolf thought her vagina would swallow the poor thing entirely. By the time Jane stopped moving, she had brought her privates so close to the ground that the puny driver could easily see even the smallest imperfections on her fancy red bikini. It was more than that; Caleb thought he could have noticed the sweat droplets running through the red fabric among salty water leftovers from the sea, clearly demonstrating how insignificant he had become compared to her.

Meanwhile, Jane was focusing on the street as she was told. But she didn't seem to have noticed anything interesting other than little rocks, specks, debris, and sand. Luckily, Caleb could see the girl's facial features more clearly now that she was closer. The wolf realized the shark goddess was about to stand back up anytime soon, so he immediately pressed on the honk of his little car and turned on the headlights. Unfortunately, it was all useless. The insignificant driver saw the titanic woman turn her gaze away from the ground and back to her phone as casually as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

That forced Caleb to take more drastic measures. Turning on the engine, he put the car to move even though he had two flat tires.

"This is it, I'm reporting you," Jane wrote on the app chat box, but just as she was about to press the send button, she noticed a movement within the corner of her eye. Lucky sea creatures have an excellent eye view, so Jane could see what she thought to be a little gray rock moving?

The weird thing did move just a little, and then it stopped. But it was enough to bring the full attention of the goddess to it. The more Jane looked at it, the more she realized its features and details. Beyond the odd color, the thing also seemed to be emitting light. She had never heard the little car honk, not at that scale. However, part of her mind began to consider the possibility of what the driver told her to be true. Very carefully and as gently as she could manage, the young woman brought two fingers down toward the vehicle with the intention of picking it up.

Caleb was cheering with joy. After all, he had finally managed to get the full attention of a true goddess! Although it only took the wolf a couple of seconds to realize his mistake, his face went from joy to terror as soon as the shadow of a pair of monumental fingers loomed over him. Immediately the tiny wolf grabbed his phone to tell her not to…

KATHUUUD!!!

An untold amount of pressure from each side of his car crumped the doors and the frame as if it were made of aluminum paper. The horrible noise of the car's sides giving in scared the canine out of his soul, and to make it worse, the airbag triggered and blew away his phone out of sight. Caleb could have bent down to grab the device, but the full airbags deployed inside his little car and the sudden jolt as Jane removed the vehicle from the ground, still unaware of what she was causing to the occupants.

Jane stood to her full height and brought the tiny thing from the ground to eye level. The young shark girl had no idea about the predicament she was imposing over the weird gray thing she held between her fingers. But that would soon change. At the same time, Caleb managed to remove the airbag from blocking his windshield. He was greeted by a deep light blue ocean? It could easily be described as the most marvelous sight he had ever experienced, and as soon as the airbag was removed, the entire landscape shifted a little bit.

It took the young man a couple of seconds to understand what he was truly staring at, but once he did understand, his own eyes repeated the exact same gesture. He was face to face with a single-eye pupil. A long moment of silence befell between them. Only the sound of the light breeze from the ocean, among the strong breath of the shark goddess, could be heard. But in reality, it lasted just a few seconds until Jane broke the silence.

“HI!...” The goddess said, sounding rather scared than anything, but no matter what she did at that size scale and close proximity, her voice sounded like a thunderclap to the wolf she held between her fingers. Caleb immediately covered his eyes and made some movements as if he was feeling an agonizing pain. Jane took notice of that and decided to whisper as low as possible.

"I’m so sorry!!!” Yet her voice still had a massive impact on the small boy. Caleb needed to tell her to use her phone instead, but how would he do that if he lost his phone.

"THE PHONE JANE! USE THE PHONE!" The young man shouted at the top of his lungs. Even if Jane could see he was trying to say something, the shark couldn't hear anything.

"I'm sorry, but I can't hear you! I think you're better off texting me instead. You're too small!" In the end, the wolf achieves his goal. Caleb felt a jolt once again; the goddess moved her fingers away a little, just enough to allow her to turn her face away from him and to her phone instead. It was then a sense of urge struck the small canine.

"Shit! Where is my phone!" Caleb spoke, looking all around and over himself, trying to find the only thing he could possibly use to communicate with the titanic woman who held his entire car between her fingertips.

Meanwhile, Jane had the opportunity to open up the warning notification that had popped up on her phone screen moments earlier. Opening the warning, the shark goddess began to read what turned out to be an automatic distress message from the local govt security department system. It said that a singular phenomenon had struck the town and possibly the world, causing the city's entire population to shrink to barely antsize! The young girl's eyes went wide immediately. If it weren't for the fact that Jane was currently holding a tiny person within a tiny car between her bare fingertips, she would have laughed at such a text. But suddenly, everything started to come together.

The young shark decided to investigate it further and open up social media to see if somebody else was talking about such a thing, and, once again, her world fell apart.

Innumerous videos of people who suddenly became bugs floated on her timeline. People from all across the world were stuck in a massive snow avalanche that turned out to be nothing but a tiny amount of snow on the curbs of a sidewalk. There were also people stuck inside their own houses, left to fight against their own pets, who now had turned into titanic beasts ready to devour them if they felt hungry. There were also videos from tiny people showing off normal-sized people; it appears that a tiny minority of the world's population wasn't affected by the strange phenomenon. These people were now gods among specks, as it seems only 1% of the global population managed to maintain their original stature. The videos showed all types of situations, from people who got stuck in the meals of oblivious titans to people who did manage to get the deity's attention but only to be accidentally swept away by their hands, considered to be bugs to even micros who got accidentally inhaled by their nostrils while trying to talk to them. Suddenly, Jane would come across her!

The shark goddess would see a video showing herself, blindly unaware, walking across the streets casually and crushing countless vehicles on her path. Multiple videos provided her with different angles, but they all were from the same bug-like perspective. Some of them included angles from right beneath her soles, some from the cavernous space formed by the ridges underneath her sandals, and others from behind her which allowed for a perfect view of her rear ends and hips swaying casually with her walk, followed by her long, longer than never, shark tail.

Jane felt so shocked that a tremendous amount of emotions began to run down her spine as she realized the untold amount of damage she had just caused! The emotions within her were so strong that a tiny thing hanging down her neck, a small and subtle necklace, began to glow for a moment. Attached to the necklace was a green crystal, a magic crystal that would haphazardly cast spells but resembled the desires of the owner's emotions. Immediately all the shrank people around her would teleport away from her and her path, providing the towering goddess a free path to walk all the way left home. It also made the tiny vehicle between her digits enlarge some, now closer to the size of a toy car.

Caleb felt a tiny tingling sensation running through his body before noticing that the surroundings had changed. Basically, he and his car were larger but quite small still. However, the wolf figured he might have been large enough to shout to the woman and have at least a real chance of being heard.

"HEY! JANE!" Caleb shouted after putting his head out of the window of the totally trashed car. Lucky Jane was no longer holding it from the sides, but her fingers were now pinching the top and bottom parts of it.

“Hey! You look bigger!” The shark goddess asserted. Even though Jane didn't look like an actual goddess any longer, she was surely an amazon-sized shark woman, so her voice still sounded booming to the small wolf boy.

"HOW DID YOU DO THAT?!" Caleb spoke, sounding a little bit too inquisitive for his own good. The toy-sized man was starting to consider that Jane could have been the source of that mess.

"I don't know, I have no idea," Jane answered the young man, sounding sincere. But, simultaneously, she brought her hand along with Caleb closer to her eyes one more time before adding. "You're still quite small. Your car looks like these little toys for kids. Fast wheels or something." By expecting closer, and thanks to the larger size, the shark could see how cute the little wolf she held was and how much damage her fingers did to his car. But just as she was about to apologize, Caleb cut her off.

"LISTEN, I DON'T CARE! YOU BETTER FIX IT! AND YOU BETTER FIX MY CAR TOO! LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO IT!" The little wolf said, sounding a little arrogant and angry. Immediately the expression on the face of that gigantic woman changed from curiosity to disappointment. Caleb soon learned that when you are tiny enough for people to pinch and plug off the ground, the last thing you want to do is to make them angry.

"LISTEN TO YOU! SOMETHING IS GOING ON OUT THERE, AND IF THE NEWS IS RIGHT, I MIGHT BE THE LAST NORMAL-SIZED PERSON IN THIS WHOLE CITY!" Jane protested, no longer carrying to whisper or keep her voice low, and that was the first signal that the amazon shark was losing her cool. But lucky, Jane was too good and gentle for that; she simply turned her face away for a moment, threatening the little wolf more as an object rather than a curious pet like before.

"WHAT?! THIS IS NO SENSE, YOU BET… AH!!!" Even before being able to finish that sentence, Caleb felt a strong jolt one more time as his whole world turned upside down. All of that was due to a simple movement from Jane, the shark woman wanted to focus, and she simply moved her hand and arm down, still keeping the little car locked between her tips, but now the little thing was hanging on the side of her waistline centimeters away from her groin.

Despite being somewhat larger than before, Caleb still could see the sweat and salty water layer on the perfect skin of the girl's hips and thighs, the nice curves and folds of her red bikini firmly in place between her legs so close that the boy felt like he could grab them by simply raising his arms. And, looking up through his car's broken windows, Caleb could see the rest of Jane's upper body completely exposed to the world, saved by her breasts. She might haven't been kilometers tall like before, but she was still a couple hundred meters tall giantess, which means the view that one canine was having from the midsection of her body was more than arousing.

Jane looked around for the first time, realizing how alone she was and why. Not a living soul was left on the beach side, none she could notice. The thought of having crushed and ended countless lives beneath her sandals still ran through her mind, but the girl knew she couldn't let it get underneath her skin. Assuming that she couldn't do much rather than walk slowly and gently back home, maybe keeping track of social media for any new live videos of her immense form approaching a group of tinies. Yet she still got the problem of the small wolf held between her fingers.

Caleb was a special case as somehow she made him bigger than the rest of the people around her. Jane thought it would be best to keep the boy with her, but the main issue was how to take him home with her? Holding him with her fingers? What if the boy falls off the car as she walks? That would be a death sentence.

Looking down and raising her hand slightly, the giantess woman spoke. "Ok, YOU ARE GOING HOME WITH ME. I CAN'T DECIDE WHAT TO DO WITH YOU NOW." And that was all that Caleb heard before feeling the similar G forces he felt when she plucked him off the ground, much shorter this time.

What was really happening was simple. Jane was lowering the toy car into the lower part of her bikini. Not like she had any pockets, and at least this way, he would be pinned tight to her, skin tight. Without a second thought, Jane used her other hand to pull open the elastic, holding her bikini in place, and once again, Caleb felt a jolt. The small wolf saw the world spinning one more time before being able to visualize where he was going.

"WHAT?! HEY! YOU CAN'T DO THIS! YOU CAN TAKE ME WITH YOU! I'M NOT YOUR TOY!" He yelled, but even though he was larger now, his voice still sounded like an annoying squeak to Jane. Especially from far away.

Caleb suddenly saw the light fading away. The air around him grew stuffy and heavy, loaded with woman sexy. In no time, the pubic hair brushing against the body of his car could be heard as Jane let go of her toy. The small hatchback tumbled down through the dark, damp confines of the girl's bikini, lodging itself right underneath her inner labia. The pungent smell of sex, mixed with sweat and salty water, became the young wolf's new atmosphere, and not so long, the light was completely cut, followed by a heavy thump.

After letting go of her elastic band, Jane moved her mind away from Caleb. It was a little bit difficult, given the odd feeling of carrying something within her privates. Initially, the girl felt slightly aroused by the thought of having a cute boy so close to her and even more as she knew the wolf was powerless against her will. But now, she tried to focus on the task at hand.

"Ok, now how to get home without… crushing anyone?" Jane said to herself, gazing at the seemingly empty sidewalk right ahead of her. After thinking for a few seconds, she simply moved one leg after the other, doing her best but beginning to accept the reality that she couldn't be responsible for everyone and everything beneath her.

The Fast Food Issue

Fast Food work is usually unpleasant. Long hours, customers who don't understand what it is to be on the other side of the counter, and terrible manage aren't even the worst of it. Still, today one particular burger joint is about to find itself in a bit more trouble than just someone not showing up for their shift, and that trouble is multiplied when two young men decide to make themselves a meal on the company's dime.

Even though it was Wednesday, Martinez felt like the week was only getting started. Picking girls and organizing tools, the muscles on the body of the tall, muscular and young zebra were sore after a long day working at the car dealership; his body, naturally designed to lift heavy loads, matched the perfect profile to work at the maintenance department. Martinez could easily move heavy gears, car parts, and even heavy engine parts with easy. Sometimes the muscular boy would even pull small hatchbacks cars without any jack whatsoever, relying on pure muscle power only. But, sometimes, it felt like the only consolation the herbivore anthropomorphic had was that now his mate also worked in the same place. Taylor was an equally young boy, a black, slimy, and girly lion boy. The lion wasn't short, he was actually average height, and his body perfectly fit, but whenever standing by his lover's side, the so-said Zebra, Taylor could easily feel like a garden gnome.

Both anthros were the only ones at the dealership after closing time. New cars coming direct from the automakers would generally be delivered to the shop by the middle of the week, and it would be the newbies the ones to be left overtime organizing the last details such as the paperwork, a job for the slime lion boy who worked at the sales department, and the tools after the new vehicles were unloaded from the stork trucks, a job under the responsibility of the zebra. Since everything felt like a new experience for Taylor, the cat considered it a joy to have a chance to smell the smell of brand-new cars all the time, so he got to love the Wednesdays. The same couldn't be said about Martinez, who would be left to deal with an extra messy garage and back parking lot each Wednesday.

It would be past 10pm when Taylor would finally shut off the last night in the office room, and Martinez was locking close the last truck dock door. The young couple would meet by the front parking lot of the dealership before leaving the place on the long walk back to their apartment.

"Enjoying the dealership?" The tall zebra asked the comparatively short black lion, tilting his head slightly to face his partner.

"Oh! It's good. Sometimes we get annoying costumes asking millions of questions about a used car. If they don't want to buy a car with small little marks on it, why not go for a brand new one." Taylor answered with a small enthusiasm that could be noticed in his voice upon mentioning the new cars. It was no secret how much the young lion wanted a car of his own, but being young and out of high school a couple of years ago, the couple could barely afford their rent, and they weren't left with enough savings even for a used vehicle.

"What about getting one of the used cars from the dealership?" Taylor asked the zebra, who immediately twisted his face before saying. "If you only knew all the tricks the makeups the mechanics do on the used ones in the back garage, you wouldn't even consider." By the time Martinez finished that sentence, his stomach had murmured loudly enough to leave the herbivore wondering whether Taylor had heard it.

"What about dinner tonight? Do you have any plans?" The zebra asked, but given the time, he knew Taylor wouldn't likely be able to cook anything upon arriving home. That said, the Lion boy immediately answered by saying. "Well, I planned a quick stop by the Bobe's burger. They are open 24/7 anyway." The lion said, knowing fully well how Martinez doesn't like fast foods, but once in a while wouldn't be enough to destroy the zebra's perfect muscular body. That said, the tall anthro agreed without a second thought, and in no time, the young couple stepped into the seemly empty burger place.

"What a miracle to find this place empty," The black lion remarked; a drive-through fast food place standing by the side of a federal road, that place was never empty, even during late night hours. "Well, let us go order something. I'm starving." Martinez said without a second; he rushed to the counter, followed by his mate shortly after.

A couple of moments previously, the fast food place was half crowded. Some truck drivers were inside, getting something to eat before leaving for a long night drive to another state. A couple of families, too, were probably on a long road trip to visit their relatives. As usual, the place worked with minimal staff during late night hours, making the costume experience a total hell. Some angry voices, among some children, crying, family costumes taking longer than they should decide what to order, leaving the drivers slightly irritated. However, all of that would soon be gone faster than one could blink their eyes.

Every single individual within the burger place felt the strange tingle sensation moments before realizing their new surroundings. For a moment, the people were left to believe they had been zapped to a brand new world or even a new dimension. The place felt almost alien, vast, endless plan surface extending as far as the eyes could see, and on top of that, some weird-looking, massive structures extending from the ground into the faraway sky above. Everybody felt helpless. It took a little while for them to begin recognizing their surroundings. Many of them didn't want to believe, but it became impossible to ignore the frightful reality of their predicament in time. They were tiny! Really tiny! Barely ant-sized and still in the same place.

The half-crowed fast food restaurant became instantly empty, not a single life form inside from the perspective of a normal-sized individual. For the dozens of tiny people inside, they were left all scattered across the floor in groups. Those who stood next to each other could easily locate their fellow mates and move towards them, but it took a lot of work to make anyone else a few blocks of tiles away from their position. Of course, some micros took little time to draw their phones and start looking over the Internet and social media for answers. It was a great relief to realize that this is not an isolated, local event. The same situation seemed to have repeated itself across the world. But even then, that didn't mean they were safe at all.

Multiple videos show off normal-sized people brutally accidentally ending hundreds of bug-sized individuals' lives. Some of them simply and casually walked down the streets, causing an untold amount of damage with each step, such as a video of a fit young shark woman featuring a tight red bikini. The video in question was only a couple of minutes old but seemed to have happened on the beach area of a faraway country. That was something that placed part of the micros on the floor of the said fast-food place in a state of alert. How could they be sure that situation wouldn't repeat itself here and now...

THUMP! THUMP!

In a very cliché matter, two titanic and colossal figures stood by the entrance. Some micros who stood too close to the entrance dropped their phones out of the sheer realization of what was about to happen. If the amount of damaged caused by a single individual walking down the street was so tremendous, imagine multiplying it by two! Unfortunately, the shrank people left on the floor wouldn't have to imagine as, in no time, the kilometers-tall zebra boy was walking past them and to the counter.

The strong body build of the young man was so impressive to watch; the tiny ones who were left in the space between the boy's legs got to see every single group of muscles working together to maintain that divine, titanic being standing and to propel him forward. The running shoes that Martinez was wearing had a tall, comfortable, malleable rubber material as for sole. But that didn't make the consequences of his steps any smaller at all to those on the floor. Each step caused earthquakes and low explosions followed by low rumbles as the rubber moved and compressed to cushion the countless weight of the towering boy.

Of course, only some were lucky enough to find themselves standing right between the two legs of the powerful zebra. Some of them found themselves just too close to the edges of those crushing, fancy soles to be sent flying away from their feet with powerful impact, displacing some much air. A few unlucky ones found themselves underneath the shadow of said soles; they got to see everything, from the brand of Martinez shoes to house-sized rocks stuck to the trenches between the groves. Some micros shouted at the tall, imposing man as if their voices could somehow travel through kilometers into his ears; some tried to outrun a creature that could make in seconds the same distance that would take them hours. A few others even tried to put their hands up in the air if they could somehow prevent the impossible tons of fresh muscles and bones from turning into a smear beneath that sole. The end result of all of those actions was the same, alienation.

To the other groups of micros who were left to watch the horrible scenes unfolding before their eyes, for a moment, they felt relieved that young god didn't take the path leading to their location. But they seemed to have completely forgotten that there were two of them. The second god-like creature was a young black lion. Equally towering above the landscapes for kilometers, although not as muscular as the first god. In the end, that detail didn't matter as the combined weight of bones, muscles, and fresh could easily turn all of them into recognizable smears on the ground, and that cat sure proved it to them the moment he began to walk following up his mate.

Even if Taylor was girly and walked as gently and softly, the sheer size difference allied with the hard sole of his wine-colored derby shoes ensured that the slim lion footsteps were as destructive and shocking as the heavy footsteps of his muscular zebra companion. And the worse part was yet to come. If all the micros who survived the set of shoes from the zebra did so by being lucky or stepping and running out of their way. The free path left by the side of the athletic boy was about to be used by the "shorter," gentle boy to walk through. The same show repeated itself. Taylor's slightly tight dress pants allowed those watching from down below to witness its outlines shift and stretch to follow the curves of his package within each step. A great sight, but unfortunately short-lived as soon enough, it would be replaced by the vast, hard solid sole of his shoes! Unlike running shoes, Taylor's sole wasn't malleable and had fewer grooves for the micros to save themselves; they popped like grapes upon impact without adding even the slights of the discomfort for the owner. They went completely unnoticed by the pair of titans.

"Well, now... what?" Said Martinez leaning over the counter, looking right and left, but unable to see any staff member.

"Maybe they are in the back. I remember working the night shift at the fast food downtown; whenever the place was empty, the staff would go back and watch videos, check social media, and stuff." Said Taylor upon arriving right behind his mate. The young, black lion was the first to notice some extra odd things, such as one of the cashier machines left open, full of bucks of fifty and hundred, exposed to the eyes of anyone waiting at the counter. That was one of the first he was told during his time working at Mac Toddy's, never leave the Cashier machine open.

"Hello! You got customers over here!" Shout the tall zebra; his stomach was equally shouting too. The boy was hungry! And only Taylor could tell, but whenever Martinez was hungry, they got only about half an hour until the zebra turned into a completely different person.

"We better wait, Martinez. I think they got something going on back there. It could be a late-night load delivery of sorts". The black lion spoke, knowing fully well that the only reason for the attendant to leave without even closing the cash drawer was something off happened, or the employee was a novice.

Little did both titans know, but the attendant was actually trying to communicate with them right now. A group of two, novice and equally anthropomorphic, one a dark blow rabbit and the other a short red panda girl. The two employees were working on what seemed to be another boring, long night when the thing happened. The girl was lucky as the moment she shrank, the thing happened so fast the young woman found herself falling mid-air and right in the direction of the open cash drawer, but her fragile body changed course mid-fly going for a comfortable landing on top of a note of two bucks. She immediately shouted at the rabbit, who stood halfway to her position by the side of the enormous cashier machine. By the time they meet in the space between both machines, the two titans stand at the front door.

They couldn't do much rather than watch, nearly paralyzed in fear. The massive figure of the young couple only got larger the closer they got to the counter. Each step shook and caused minor tremors even though they were far from the ground. The brown rabbit was the first one to fall into despair. The man began to run, panicking, in a random matter. By the time he realized his mistake, it was already too late. The young rabbit only had a half second from the sky turning dark to the hard elbow of that gigantic zebra landing right on top of his location. The tiny man's fragile body was crushed and ground into a dark mass that remembered dirty play dough.

The red panda girl was relatively safe, watching the horrible fate of her coworker unfolding from a safe distance. She tilted her head upwards slowly as if forming a mental map of each muscle group making up the upper limb of the giant who had just ended the smaller man. The view was nearly divine, and she could have spent the whole night staring at the muscles of his upper half, but the powerful shout left by Martinez made her little bones shake to the core. Of course, the panda woman couldn't understand their voices, every sound their bodies made was closer to thunder than anything else, but even then, she immediately shouted back at them.

She jumped, shouted, and did everything in her power to try and communicate with the looming gods! It was of no avail; their eyes didn't even glance down to the surface the red panda was currently standing on. She even thought walking to the counter's edge to get closer to their bodies was a good idea. But the novice regretted that decision in no time. The mesomorph build zebra was already leaning over the counter, but the lion wasn't. The titanic, slim feline was standing right behind his lover, but after exchanging a couple of words, the black lion decided to change his stance. The tiny, red panda girl was allowed to see a pair of thick thighs moving toward the edge of the counter. The immense, tightly held package between these thighs swaying so graciously and dangerously approaching! A faint wave of warm, masculine aroma was the last thing she felt before her body was turned into a tiny red splat among the fibers of that stripped and fancy dress pant, soon to be washed away like nothing and to never be found.

"Ugh, I'm getting tired of waiting!" Gently outcry the zebra boy, although his stomach complained, was loud enough for his mate to hear it this time.

"Hmm!... I think I got an idea." Taylor spoke while approaching the counter to step closer to his lover. The black lion casually leaned over the counter, allowing his waist and bulge to press against its edge to look better into the back kitchen, and then continued to explain his plan. "Look, I say what if we go in there and prepare our own meals. We can leave the cash here, eat it and then leave". Taylor was more than trained in operating all of the machinery usually installed in fast food kitchens, so the idea of walking in there and preparing his own burgers was a piece of cake for the lion.

"Now you see why I love you~" Martinez spoke, placing a soft kiss on the cat's muzzle, and in no time, the young couple was walking around the counter and heading for the kitchen.

"OK, EVERYBODY, LISTEN! NO PANIC! I have just contacted the headquarters." Said mister Jonas, a chubby, middle age otter in charge of that restaurant subsidiary. Looking at the rest of the staff team from the top of a single olive, the entire team working in the kitchen was left bug-sized, just like all the others.

"And what did they say, asshole!" Shouted back one of the many members of the staff. Given the relatively high position, it took a lot of work to see who shouted said sentence from the middle of the crow of employees. It could have been anyone from the security team to the cleaning staff.

"Who called me that?! Show yourself now, or you're fired!" The otter, dressed up in nice social clothes to match the management position, asked, furious. That was until the night shift supervisor poked him in the back and spoke silently behind his ears. "Who cares, dude? Just say what they said". Almost immediately, the angry face of the management turned into a face of frustration as he looked into the eyes of the avian supervisor and spoke. "They didn't say anything. I didn't manage to contact them. I call and call, but they never answer". Said the otter knowing fully well that they were left to their own devices to deal with the current ongoing situation.

Meanwhile, the group of employees around that big olive on the vast metal counter started to get agitated. They wanted answers, and some of them started to spread rumors it might be the new chemicals for the machinery and the side effects could be shrinking. Some others argued against it, claiming that such ideas were crazy and nonsense. The situation escalated out of control quickly until soon, a loud, rusty rumble broke throughout the vast kitchen. Immediately everybody turned their faces to the door; two massive, titanic-like figures had just stepped inside.

"LOOK AT THIS! THIS IS SO ODD! THEY LEFT EVERYTHING RUNNING! THE FRYERS, ROASTS, FREEZERS, GASIFIERS, EVERYTHING IS ON." Spoke the kilometers all black lion dressed in fancy office clothes, slightly long hair whose tips colors were light purple, almost pink. The micro staff was left stunned by the deep, loud voice of a gentle, girly-speaking giant, and most of them couldn't even make out what he was saying, saved but just a few. The one who did understand immediately started asking. "Who are they? Were they sent from the headquarters? The lion dude knows the machinery! They must be from the headquarters!" Only the chubby manager standing on top of that green olive knew they were total strangers. From all the micros, he was the only who's face wasn't of hope but of despair.

"WELL, I'M GOOD WITH THAT. I GUESS IT MEANS LESS WORK FOR US TO DO. GOT TO FRY OUR BURGERS AND LEAVE AZAP." Spoke the equal colossus zebra, as the titan immediately moved his hand into the shelves to pick up some fresh burgers. Meanwhile, the micro members of the staff watching the titans from the waistline level slowly realized that they weren't there to save them. "Oh shit! They are customers!" Shouted a staff member, now sounding equally desperate as their management. The small work meeting devolved into chaos; it was inevitable. Tiny micros barely the size of ants ran all around in different directions throughout the stainless steel extension of the machinery supports. Their behavior was completely random.

Some of them were running opposite the titans, probably afraid and trying to save themselves. Some others were running to the giants, shouting at them, waving their hands, completely failing to realize that even the crumbs of the bread stood larger than they were now. Some micros were just too desperate for their own good, falling off the edge of the stainless steel support, not into the ground but worse! A few of them fell into the boiling oil ocean of the fryers, immediately feeling their fur bursting into frames only to have their entire bodies melting into pure liquid fat less than a second later. Just more dirt to be cleaned out of the machine. Others accidentally stepped into the frying pan's vast, super hot surface, and they also got the fur immediately bursting into frames; although they managed to step out of it, they were left unattended to slowly die in frames on the steel surface. The terrible fumes of burnt meat their tiny bodies produced weren't even registered by the looming figures whose mere presence was enough to bring so much chaos and destruction.

"SO, WHAT ARE WE HAVING, MY DEAR?" Said the black lion with his booming gentle voice, already holding a spatula in his hand even though, given the operational nature of the machine, the spatula was of no need. "WELL, I WAS THINKING OF A VEGGIE BUYER, BUT I'M SO HUNGRY..." Ironically, Martinez is never the one to take time to decide what to eat; that role generally falls upon the soft lion. However, the zebra failed to realize that they had the entire kitchen for themselves. They could have whatever they wanted, literally. A detail which Taylor was just about to remark. "THIS PLACE IS OURS. WE COULD EVEN COME UP WITH NEW RECIPES. ALRIGHT, I'LL BE THE CHIEF, AND YOU PASS ME THE INGREDIENTS. THE FIRST THING TO LEARN WHEN WORKING IN A FAST FOOD RESTAURANT IS TO KNOW YOUR DEPARTMENT, AND FOR NOW, YOU GIVE ME THE GOODS." The fast food spirit was really taking over the lion. Aside from the pressure and the crowded environment, cooking was something Taylor didn't mind at all.

All the while, below the gaze of the towering deities, hell was breaking loose. Most of the micros who were trying to get the attention of the godly figures were slowly realizing that their attempts were doomed to fail, given the sheer size difference. The ones trying to escape noticed there was no way to climb down the machinery without risking a deadly fall into the ground. And, of course, there were also the ones who were too desperate to stop running around aimlessly. At least, in a given group of shrank staff members, somebody draws their phone to shockingly realize. "Shit! It's happening all over the world!" Their live feed was flooded with videos, photos, and posts from people across the globe facing the same situation. They suddenly shrank down to bug-sized without explanation at all. Most of them suffered even worse ends than the staff members who failed to mind the danger of the oversized cooking machinery. "At least we know it wasn't the new chemicals." Finished a random member of the cleaning staff, as if he was trying to save his neck or job, not even knowing if they would manage to make it into the next morning alive. Certainly not without the help of the few normal-sized people left.

Shortly after, the looming titans began to prepare their meals. Unfortunately, not all the staff members were on the supports, but some fell on the shelves and the machinery. Now they were having a hard time escaping the incoming hands of giants, anxious to pick up the ingredients to cock something to eat and ready to pick them up along as well. Three micros found themselves stuck on a single piece of meat. The round piece of meat was as large as a football stadium, given their current scale, so large that one of them got their foot stuck between the ridges of the processed meat. They shouted at their companies, but to no avail. The other two were just too busy trying to save themselves that they couldn't care less about what happened to their surroundings. Sadly, none of them would make out of that meat. In no time, the zebra's massive hand lifted the thing out of the shelf; the titan lifted a stadium-sized burger as if it were nothing and, in the process, shook the whole world for the tiny anthro on board.

One of the micros out of the trial did manage to jump off the piece and land on the zebra's large fingertip. The tiny dog released a loud shout of happiness, thinking he was safe! If he only knew what fate reserved for him later. The two puny-sized employees left on the steak couldn't do much other than watch the second set of equally immense fingers coming into view. Martinez passed the burger to his mate, who would immediately flow it on the grill. The employee who wasn't stuck like the other tried to repeat the same action as the canine, running to the gigantic digit at the tip of the lion's finger, but unfortunately, he was out of time. Taylor flew the steak on the hot grill, a casual action to him, a nightmare to the tinies. The poor raccoon was running and was sent flying off the fresh burger right into the grill's black ceramic surface. His fragile body immediately burst into fire, and his agonizing yells of pain could be heard by the only micro left on said piece of steak. Stuck on the surface, the girl watched her coworker burn until he became a dark crumb indistinguishable from burned meat that naturally builds up at the corners of the grill, a lifeless crumb.

For a short moment, the girl had forgotten about herself, given how shocking the images which unfolded before her were. However, the meaty surface the tiny employee was stuck to in no time began to release powerful steam geysers! The grill was doing its work; it was cooking the food and whatever else was along with it. Before she could even try to force her leg free, a minor steam eruption formed right beneath her stuck leg, setting it free but also causing third-degree burns all over her lower body. The girl landed face first on the other side of the steak, the thing was getting hot, and the landing wasn't all soft; but moments later gigantic stainless steel spatula landed on the entire stadium area, which was the burger. The tiny cooker body was compressed into the layers of the proceed meat as the gigantic lion pressed the spatula over it. Her spine broke into pieces in an instant, and she was left unable to move her limbs but still able to feel all the pain a hamburger supposedly feels during the cooking process. Shortly after that, the steel spatula was removed, and the steak was raised only so it could be flipped upside down and then compressed again. This time, the side on which her body was buried was pressed right against the hot grill surface, merging her lifeless body into the meat, making her into a tiny imperceptible addiction to it.

"OK, NOW YOU OPEN UP THE SLICES OF BREAD AND PREPARE THE SPICES AND VEGETABLES, AND DON'T FORGET THE CHEESE!~" Taylor added, making sure to put some extra emphasis on the cheese; for a lion, Martinez could make sure that his mate loved more the cheese than the meat itself. Without even thinking twice, the zebra went to the cheese shelve. "THERE ARE SO MANY CHEESES; WHICH ONE DO YOU WANT?" As if their voices were booming enough, Martinez was forced to softly yell over his partner, who was taking care of the grill. The burgers made a loud frizz noise as the lion pressed them against the grill. "CHEDDAR, PLEASE!" Rejoin the former fast food employee, and without any issues, the titanic zebra grabbed the strong color piece of cheese without knowing the danger he was just about to impose over the only survival from the previous massacre.

The only tiny member of the triol who managed to leave the piece of steak by holding to the fingertip of the young, muscular man soon found himself being buried face-first into the thick slice of cheddar. Their little legs were the only thing visible and able to move as the rest of their body was compressed inside the cold surface down to the thigh level. In no time, the entire structure began to move; the zebra was lifting the slice out of the shelve. Given their tiny stature, the cemented employee could feel nearly every individual layer of that slice of cheese deforming as it moved. Soon enough, the world was upside down, and the micro could feel a soft surface beneath his feet. Despite being stuck inside a gigantic slice of cheese, there were doubts that he was standing on bread! Frustration and fear begin to overtake the little man as he knows that the burger is practically finished and that it will soon be eaten, and having him along for the ride.

No matter how much he tried, that was little to nothing he could do to break free, especially now the slice of cheese was starting to melt. Luckily, it was then the poor man heard some voices. One of them said. "We can't just leave him here!" Spoke a woman's voice, probably other staff members who were also unfortunate enough to find themselves stuck in the depths of a hamburger, which was an ongoing preparation for a meal. "No way! We got to hurry! They are almost done preparing this one! If you don't want to become food, I tell you to forget it!" Spoke a familiar voice; it was the chubby otter from before, the one in charge of the franchise. Luckily, the woman decided to pay her boss no mind, and she was soon using all her strength to try and free the poor man from the thick slice of cheese. "Well, then, screw you! You're all fired anyway!" Said the angry otter before turning and running.

"HERE YOU GO, A BIG RUMP STEAK FOR YA." Spoke the booming and yet gentle voice of the lion. Less than a second after that, the two micros trying desperately to get free, felt a tremendous amount of pressure added on top of them as a gigantic piece of hot steak landed on top of that slice of cheese. From now on, it was game over. The slice of cheese began to melt, further entrapping both of their fragile figures and eventually getting into their mouth, nose, and lungs. They suffocated out of the air before Martinez grabbed the sandwich and brought it to his waiting mouth.

Meanwhile, the otter was the only one who seemed to have made it to the edge of the thing before the small river of cheddar cascaded right beside him. The middle age man faced another issue, how to jump out of that immense hamburger without dying, but in the end, he would never find the answer to that question. A dark shadow was the only warning before the world was set into motion. The zebra lifted the fresh meal out of the support and into his maw.

"HEY!!! YOU'RE RIGHT OVER THERE! DON'T DO IT! PLEASE DON'T EAT ME!" The manager shouted, gruffed, and insulted the owner of those large black lips. It was to no avail; the majestic, mountain-sized meaty lips continued to approach. Eventually, they would set apart, revealing the pink, dark, humid confines of the zebra's mouth. There were strings of saliva as thick as small commercial buildings connecting the mouth top to the vast tongue. There were streams of saliva huge like rivers on the tongue, and each white tooth was as massive as a small hill from the small otter's perspective. In no time, the zebra took his first bite out of the burger, a snap large enough, so half of the thing was already in his mouth. The hungry titan began to chew, and by doing so, he turned the world to all of those lost inside of his maw into a hell of tremors, loud rumbling noises of tons worth of food being crushed and cut completely effortlessly. The chubby otter would soon find out he was not alone; several others staff members could be seen and heard yelling for help, crying to the zebra to stop. Their pitful voice would never make it outside the hungry mouth of that muscular boy. The otter witnessed some of the micros getting crushed by a single, simple twitch of the heavy tongue, others drawing in the pools of viscous saliva and having their small bodies carried away by the flow. A few others were too unfortunate to find their end between the powerful molars of that zebra, crushed and becoming indistinguishable from the rest of the messy meal all around.

The manager was able to survive all of that, but his luck was coming to an end. Soon enough, the chew stopped, and for a short second, the powerful jaws of that zebra remained still until the tongue began to propel all of that ball of meat, bread and vegetables, and cheese down toward his esophagus. This time there was no escaping, all of the contents inside the boy's mouth were sent down his gullet, and the moment they were to pass through the thick, powerful muscles making up the walls of his throat, any micro who wasn't dead already would be mercilessly crushed without adding even the slightest of the sensations to the titan devouring them alive. That included the management himself; by the time the ball of meat arrived in the empty stomach of the zebra, his crushed, contorted body was alive no more.

"Good time," Said Taylor, mostly to himself, turning off the grill and placing the spatula right where it belonged, on the side support designed for it, before turning around to face his lover and grab his buyer. Little did the black lion know, but transposing the thick vegetation of lettuce and tomatoes on his own hamburger was Pamela. The shark girl was a former coworker of the lion during his time working at the downtown fast food restaurant. The tiny woman stood on the edge of the lettuce just in time to watch the now titan-made young man moving his hand towards her. "NO!!! TAYLOR!!!" Having only a couple of seconds, Pamela grabbed her phone and searched for the lion's contact among her old contacts, and by the time she finally found it, a strong hot wind like a soft hurricane hit her right in the face. A quick tilt of her head revealed the source; the hamburger was already face-level with the young man, and his powerful, parting lips were the only thing the small woman could see! Pamela pressed the send button and sent dozens of links leading to social media posts right into the titanic, messianic feline.

"What?!" The black lion intercalated. Taylor's phone began to buzzer frantically in his pocket, stimulating the cat's curiosity. Putting the burger aside for a moment, the girly-looking boy moved the other hand into his pocket, drawing the phone and unlocking it to read the spamming messages. "Who's Pame..." Taylor's eyes were wide, and his facial expression changed from confusion to surprise and shock in less than a second. On his phone screen, there were countless posts and news about a widespread shrink pandemic worldwide. Videos and posts from shrank people all across the planet showing their terrible predicament upon coming across the fewer normal-sized people left on the planet until, eventually, Taylor came across countless posts and videos about himself! Videos portraiting him and his boyfriend, walking across the tile floor of the fast food restaurant only moments ago, crushing and destroying everyone on their path. Ultimately, the black lion clicked on a live video of fast food worker transmitting the gigantic black lips of a titanic zebra; there were no doubts; Taylor was watching a video from somebody super tiny about to be eaten by his lover.

Taylor immediately turned his head, facing his lover. But, unfortunately, the moment the lion was about to open up his mouth to speak, the zebra was already finishing chewing, swallowing down his food with a loud gulp and a noticeable bulge in his throat. In his hand, only half of the sandwich remained. Judging by how massively large Martinez's lips appeared on that live video, the lion assumed dozens or so people could have met their ends just now, right at that very moment. The girly, young lion was visibly startled. Taylor simply didn't know what to do or say; in the next couple of seconds, he just stood by the side of his lover and watched as the muscular zebra ate the last half of his hamburger. Martinez failed to notice the bewildered state which befell the shorter boy, simply and innocently asking. "Aren't you going to eat your food?" It was only then Taylor was brought back into reality, deciding it would be for good to ignore the current ongoing situation of the world around them; the lion simply nodded and very slowly, somewhat oddly, brought his own sandwich into his mouth and took a very shy bite out of it.

"WHAT?! You piece of shit! You can't do this! You are aware! You do now know! Taylor, don't!!!!" Pamela cried out of his lungs as the rumbling sound of air displacement among soft, warm feline breath increased the closer she was brought to the titan's waiting mouth. The woman watched, terrified, as sharp teeth the size of a small mountain tore through the multiple layers of bread and spice with ease, even though the lion was biting gently. In the end, she couldn't believe this was going to be her end! She was about to be eaten alive by an ex-coworker on who she had a minor crush during their time working together. At least it didn't last long. With the first twitch, Taylor sent her fragile body to be deposited right on the surface of his right molar, and in no time, her body was no more. The tiny fragments of her form were too insignificant to add to the taste felt by the feline's taste buds.

After finishing their meals, the young couple left the restaurant and returned to an empty, dark, cold street. Although this time, Martinez was the one to notice something was quite odd with his lover. Throughout the whole walk back home, the black lion didn't speak or engage in any conversation of any kind. Taylor was too busy overthinking; inside his mind, the only questions running through his mind were; how many peoples did we crush already? How many people did we eat? Are there people fighting and dissolving away within the gastric juice of our stomachs right now? Gosh! How many people are we crushing under our feet by walking outside right now! Taylor could easily get the answer to most of those questions. He just needed to draw his phone from his pocket again and check social media. But he didn't want to. Instead, the lion turned off the phone and walked with his lover throughout the cold night. He thought it would be better to deal with the consequences of their mere existence over the world of the tiny people once they were back home, in the heating.

The Detona Beach Issue. Part 2

Jane was very reluctant to move. She knew all too well that something as simple as sweat drops running down her curves could doom countless lives beneath her. Meanwhile, inside the warm, moist, and musky confines of her deep blue bikini, Caleb was half paralyzed with fear yet also feeling a deep mix of sensations and arousal.

The inside of Jane's bikini was dark and cramped, and even though Caleb was still inside his car, he could hear and almost feel the pressure of the skin-tight fabric against his vehicle. The sound of metal and plastic rumbling and groaning under the pressure, even though Jane wasn't even moving yet. Looking around, Caleb was able to see the folds and creases of the fabric, seeming massive and complex from that brand new micro perspective. Never before had the small man thought he would feel so terrified for his life inside a woman's most private piece of clothing. The poor dog was feeling all of that even before settling his eyes on the folds of Jane's pussy.

The labia of that goddess shark woman were massive and intimidating from his tiny perspective. Caleb was able to see the texture and any details of the skin, even the small strands of her pubic hair around the counter of her lips were intimidating on themselves, and given the poor lighting inside the confines of his naturally musky prison, it was impossible for the puny micro to see the top of that naturally humid, wet mountain of flesh lips.

Even though his little heart was racing, Caleb realized that as soon as that goddess took her first step forward, the natural movement of her inner thighs would grind anything small enough to find itself stuck in the very same precarious conditions that his little car was now. Knowing that his car was lost, the puny dog opened the door. The poor driver was immediately greeted by the strong warmth of the area and the sheer smell of woman sex. The last barrier isolating him from the sheer, merciless environment of woman's body power was broken the moment he opened the door. He was now alone to face Jane's pussy lips in all of their glorious power, and suddenly noticed a slight shift followed by a low rumble reverberating through the large folds of fabric all around him. Jane was preparing to take her first step, and Caleb realized he had run out of time.

As Jane's inner thigh muscles began to contract in preparation for the movement, Caleb felt a sudden increase in pressure against his body. He felt the fabric of the bikini pressing in against him, forcing the small micro to hold on tighter to avoid getting thrown around. An almost deafening rumbling sound was generated by the naturally moist fabric of her bikini brushing against the lower parts of her crotch and her skin. As Jane finally took her first step, Caleb felt the sudden jolt of movement as the fabric of the bikini shifted and moved. He was nearly thrown off balance and forced to quickly readjust himself to avoid getting squished or crushed. Unfortunately, the same could be said about his car, the small hatchback was thrown between the crevices and folds of the goddess' inner labia, at the lower end of her vagina, and too dangerously close to the opening of it.

As soon as the same foot, which was currently mid-air, moved and hit the ground, the shockwave allowed with the contracting forces of Jane's inner thigh muscles casually adjusting to the movement, crushed the little car into itself, turning the once fully functional vehicle into a little ball of deformed metal no bigger than a ball of lint compared to the towering goddess. Given the massive size difference between him and Jane, Caleb was one hundred percent sure the shark woman didn't even have the slightest idea of the torment she was currently putting him through.

Jane was slowly building confidence, taking one step at a time. Gradually, the knowledge that she might be crushing and ending countless lives beneath the sole of her flip-flops was pushed to the back of her mind. Eventually, she even forgot about her tiny passenger, now struggling to survive and fighting against her sheer female power in the deepest confines of her bikini. By the time Jane was walking by Beach Kiosk number five, she had completely forgotten to watch her steps or to be careful around those who were infinitely smaller than herself.

Beach Kiosk number five had always been one of the hottest spots on the coast. Several cars passed by, and people enjoyed the nearby restaurants. But right now, that same spot was seemingly empty, devoid of life, or so it might have felt to someone who happened to be of normal size. In reality, scattered across the sidewalks and pavement, there were hundreds of beachgoers, all down to the size of one millimeter or so. Needless to say, panic spread through the micro population. Eventually, groups of people managed to gather together and started to figure out a plan of action. Many of them still had their cellphones with them, so the news about what was happening around the world made it to their little devices, bringing tranquility to some and, at the same time, further increasing the terror of others.

The groups of micros started to calm down, though. If the news was correct and only about one percent of the global population managed to remain normal, that meant the likelihood of someone of normal size inadvertently crushing them all out of existence, all the while being blissfully unaware about it, was extremely low. Especially considering they were a small vacation town, there should be no normal-sized people left across the town. Unfortunately, they were wrong.

The chances were virtually as small as they were now, but there could still be one normal-sized creature to come across and crush them on the spot. And that was just about the case with Jane looming from behind as she began to raise in the horizon. First, it came the vibrations. Each footstep of the shark goddess caused the ground to vibrate like small earthquakes beneath the countless paws of beachgoers. At the beginning, it was almost imperceptible and totally ignorable, but as the approaching footsteps grew louder and louder, a sense of fear and dread spread through the tiny groups of people. The micros would feel the vibrations through the ground amplified to an intense level due to their small size and the decreasing distance between them and the source. It didn’t take much time for every single person among the crowded tiny beachgoers to begin to look and point at the same direction, towards the titanic form of the goddess surging upon the horizon.

Jane walked with elegant grace, and the sheer size difference between her and the tinies below only served to emphasize the glorious curve of her body. Her large breasts swung casually within the comfortable, tight fit of her dark blue bikini, and her hips, as well as the rest of her body curves, shone delightfully under the sunlight. Her exposed skin glistened with sweat from the walk under the summer sun. As long as she was far in the distance, the micros couldn't believe what their eyes were showing them. They simply couldn't believe it. Jane felt like a walking mirage to them. It was only when the sound of her footsteps began to grow louder and louder, to the point where it became deafening, that they realized they had to run. Unfortunately, it would be too late for them.

As Jane got closer, the micros were able to see the looming shape of her body growing larger and larger, casting a shadow over them as she approached. The sunlight was dimmed by the shade of her body, and the air was displaced by her movements, causing tiny gusts of wind to blow over the shrunken individuals. Some of them even tried to tilt their necks painfully up so they might be able to catch a glimpse of Jane's face from their low vantage point, seeing the contours of her cheeks and the shadows cast by her nose and eyes. They would see her dark hair cascading down her back, the strands of which seemed like massive ropes swaying in the breeze. As the goddess passed by the beach kiosk area, the micros saw her towering form above them, casting a massive shadow that enveloped their entire field of vision. They saw the intricate details of her skin, the texture of her clothing, and the subtle movements of her body as she walked, all magnified to divine proportions, cementing the idea of how insignificant they were before such a woman.

As if all of that wasn't already enough, they were able to smell the scent of her skin, the salt of the ocean in the air, and the faint traces of sunscreen and sweat emanating from her body. They felt the pressure of her footsteps and the vibrations of her movements spreading through the concrete as her paws landed nearby, as well as the heat radiating from her body on this hot summer day. Even if they were lucky enough to be positioned right underneath her towering form, perfectly located in the space between her stunning thighs, away from the chaos faced by those crushed beneath the dirty surface of her sandals or blown away by the displaced air force of her foot landing, they would find themselves not safe at all, as her body was just about to prove.

As Jane walked in the hot sun, her body started to glisten with sweat. Drops of sweat trickled down her body, some gathering between her breasts before rolling down her stomach and back, while others slid down her arms and legs. As she towered over the group of tiny micros on the ground, they looked up at her towering figure, admiring her beauty and the way the light glimmered off her sweat-coated skin. Suddenly, a drop of sweat fell from Jane's inner thighs, splattering onto the ground next to the micros. They felt the impact of the droplet, the force of it pushing them back ever so slightly. Another drop fell from the small curve of her back, landing on a nearby micro, soaking his tiny body, breaking his legs, and drowning him in the salty, transparent liquid almost instantaneously. The micros looked up in awe as they watched the droplets fall, feeling small and insignificant compared to the giantess above them.

As the unaware goddess continues walking, more drops of sweat fall from her body, some hitting the ground while others land on the group of tiny micros. The droplets are large and heavy, drenching the tiny beings in Jane's sweat. They feel the wetness soaking into their clothes, their hair, and their skin, as the ones who survive the initial impact struggle to stand in the deluge. The others look up at the giantess above them, mesmerized by the way her body moves and the sweat that falls from it, feeling both vulnerable and aroused at the same time.

Jane walks past what should be the busiest spot on the shore, the beach kiosk number five, now as empty as it used to be during the winter or during off seasons. Her mind, lost thinking about how to get out of the hot summer sun which is melting her down alive, doesn’t have the time to consider how truly busy and crowded that area of the sidewalk should be now, considering they are in the middle of the holiday season. The shark girl walks past the area, completely clueless to the fact that she has just harvested hundreds of lives.

In the meantime, multiple videos, photos, and even live transmissions showing the level of destruction a casual walk by a goddess could generate are flooding the internet through social media. Countless micros scattered across the small beach town are now painfully aware that there is at least one normal-sized person left in town, and that she seems to be completely unaware of the predicament of those far below her notice.

Groups of local micros try to put together all the photos and videos uploaded to social media in an attempt to trace the location of the shark goddess. It is easy for the locals to recognize the place as the beach kiosk number five, the last known location of the walking titan. Even though her final destination is unknown, this information is crucial to allow the other micros who are located in the surrounding area to immediately move out of the way or to come up with plans to gather the titanic woman's attention. Unfortunately, those who decide to implement the second option don’t find themselves any more successful than the large group around the busy kiosk area. Given that they are in smaller numbers than the others and smaller than ants, their efforts from the sidewalk would have been indistinguishable from Jane’s point of view, from the efforts of a small group of, well, ants, trying to save small crumbs of food from being crushed into oblivion by her merciless sandals.

However, far away from the beach shore, another group of micros realizes they might possibly have better chances. Scattered across the sidewalk of a fancy, gated community, a small group of ten or so micros manage to get all of them together after spending a couple of minutes on the hot pavement. They collect themselves right in front of the entry path to one of the many high middle-class homes within the limits of the gated community. So far, they don’t see any harm in it, as they thought there would be nobody normal-sized showing up anytime soon if what the news was telling was true. They even thought that making their meeting point right at the beginning of the walkway of a random house was a good idea as it could make it easier for who knows? A rescue team to spot them down there whenever they would come around to aid people. However, that was precisely about the moment videos and photos of the massacre committed by Jane started to flood the local social media feed. The shark goddess was trending on the local social media timeline, and it was only a matter of seconds before one of the teenagers among the group recognizes Jane as one of their neighbors. Jane, the shark girl

A minor argument broke out within the group. Some of them wanted to move away from the walkway of Jane's house, especially after witnessing dozens of micros being mercilessly blown away, crushed, and even drowned by the sweat of the giant girl, all of which happened beneath the shark goddess's might. Meanwhile, some others wanted to stay and thought they could still get Jane's attention from the ground, despite the videos shown as evidence. In the end, the group was divided into two: those who would stay on the gray concrete of the sidewalk waiting for Jane's arrival, and those who decided that moving away was a better idea. But even then, knowing how little ground they could cover within so little time, they decided it would be best to venture out of the sidewalk and the walkway, exposing themselves to whatever dangers they might encounter when walking through the immense jungle formed by the grassy part of Jane's house front yard.

Both groups knew the girl shouldn't be far, given the fact that they all lived in the same gated community, and they were very well aware that beach kiosk number five wasn't very far away from here. And, just as expected, it didn't take long until they noticed it; low and distant vibrations followed by low and distant sounds of impacts. The pattern was clear - something huge was walking towards their direction and approaching.

By the time Jane arrived at her gated community, she was already feeling so casual and comfortable that she ended up putting on her pair of earbuds, walking casually back home while listening to some music, and momentarily forgetting about the world around her. The young shark girl was so used to living around the beach area that she was carried to believe it was a normal day like any other. Generally, a vacation town spends most of its days empty and inhabited only by locals like Jane herself. But if for Jane life was peaceful and calm, the same couldn't be said for all those left below her might.

It only took the shark a little more than ten minutes to make it to the walkway of her home. Her body was glistening and dripping with sweat, and the first thing that came to her mind was to undress from her bikini and take a good shower. But her mood felt invigorated by the agitated music playing within her earbuds. She felt so good that she stopped by the mailbox at the beginning of the walkway, stepping out of the brick path and landing her orange flip flops on the lawn below. Jane casually opened the mailbox to check if somebody had put anything inside while she was out. It was a simple action that didn't take her any more than a minute before she walked straight for the front door.

To all those left on the ground below, they didn't stand a chance. As soon as Jane's massive form emerged on the horizon, the first group of micros who stood together by the concrete sidewalk waved and shouted at her. They gave it their all - shouting at the top of their lungs, using their tiny cellphone screens to try and get the girl's attention on the ground, even if only for a second. But it was all useless. Their voices would never make it to her ears, which were more than a kilometer above and away from them. In a matter of minutes, Jane's long and imposing strides covered the distance that would have taken hours to cover, and before they could even call for retreat, the beautiful sight of her half-naked looming body towering above them was replaced by the horrible view of her dirty orange flipflops' sole.

In a split second, all of the micros in the first group were presented with a vision of what would become their fate. They saw a slaughter of multiple bodies, nearly unrecognizable, scattered across the treads and surface of Jane's rubber soles. From the perspective of the tiny group directly below the incoming sole of Jane's flip flops, the sound was deafening. They felt the vibrations in the ground as Jane's foot came down, causing them to stumble and lose their balance. The sound of the air being displaced was like a gust of wind, rushing over their tiny bodies and pushing them back. It was overwhelming, disorienting, and awe-inspiring all at once, reminding them of just how small and insignificant they were in the grand scheme of things and before her presence. Finally, just as suddenly, the view of the rest of her body was entirely replaced by the sole of her sandals, and their lives were no more. All of them became indistinguishable additions to the dust and dirt compressed among the treads, doomed to be forever unknown to the powerful goddess.

The second group of micros, who were doing their best to get away from her through the vast and dense forest of grass, didn't have much luck either. From their point of view, the world was a vast and towering expanse. Blades of grass that once stood no higher than their toes now towered overhead like trees, casting long shadows across the ground. The ground itself was uneven and treacherous, a maze of hills and valleys that was impossible to navigate at their tiny size. They immediately realized that the idea of trying to get away through the grass field of the front yard was a pretty bad idea, but now it was too late to turn around and climb their way back to the sidewalk.

The sun beat down on them relentlessly, casting long, scorching shadows across the ground and making the air shimmer with heat. To the tiny group lost among the grass, the world was a vast expanse that they could never hope to fully comprehend or explore. They were lost in a sea of towering blades of grass, tiny specks adrift in a world that seemed infinitely vast and unknowable, regretting their decision. That was until the loud and approaching thuds of footsteps began to become louder and impossible to ignore. As Jane took a step closer to open the mailbox, the ground trembled beneath the tiny group of micros. Suddenly, a massive shadow engulfed them, as the sole of her sandal hovered just above their heads, blocking their view of the blue sky above. They could see the treads on the bottom of her sandal, which were deep and prominent, casting long shadows on the grass beneath them.

As Jane's foot descended, the group of micros could see the sandal sole getting larger and larger, until it filled their entire field of vision. The sole was massive and seemed to stretch on forever in every direction. They could feel the gust of air as the sole displaced the air around them, making them feel as if they were caught in a hurricane. And as the sole touched the ground, the micros were jostled around by the impact. The treads on the sole pressed into the blades of grass, bending them out of the way.

As the treads on the sole press into the blades of grass, the micros can feel the individual blades being pushed aside by the immense pressure of Jane's foot. The grass blades bend and contort under the weight of her sole, as they struggle to support the massive weight of her body.

The micros are caught in the midst of this chaos, unable to escape the impending danger. They can see the individual treads on the sole of Jane's sandal as they come closer, each one appearing as a deep trench in the soil, deeper and wider than the micros themselves. The sound of the treads crushing the grass and soil echoes in their ears, drowning out any other noise in their surroundings.

The micros can only brace themselves for impact, hoping that Jane will notice their tiny presence on the ground somehow and not crush them underfoot. But their hopes turned out to be useless. As soon as the cloud of dust raised by the moment of impact of the gigantic sandal against the ground faded away, the group of micros were able to assert the damage.

From the micros' perspective, Jane's sandals are an immense structure towering above them. The straps are thick and seem to stretch on for miles, with each stitch and imperfection visible to their tiny eyes. The treads of the sandals are massive, with deep grooves and patterns etched into the rubber. They are so large that they obscure the entire sky above, casting a shadow over the micros even if they were simply standing by its side.

Now that Jane has come to a stop, the micros can better see the intricate details of the sandals' design. They can see the logo etched into the heel, the texture of the straps, and the individual fibers of the fabric that makes up the sandal's sole. The treads, once so intimidating and menacing, are now more visible, revealing the dirt and debris that have accumulated within them along with countless mangled bodies of many others just like them, now reduced to nothing more than tiny additions to the dust stuck to her sole.

Despite their fear, the micros can't help but be in awe of the sheer size and complexity of Jane's sandals. It's as if they are looking up at a towering skyscraper, with each detail and feature of the structure visible to their tiny eyes. And yet they know they couldn’t just there and admire it indefinitely. Even the slightest move, a tiny shift on her body weight, could result in that very towering skyscraper-like flipflops to move and to destroy them effortlessly. Some thought they could take this opportunity to cling to imperfections and deep grooves on her sole to hitch a ride along with her before she walks away. Even though their numbers had been reduced by less than half with a single step of that goddess already, they hoped for a chance to escape.

In the end, the decision was made for the micros as Jane lifted her sandals off the ground. They felt the rush of air as the massive treads moved past them, causing blades of grass to sway in their wake. They saw the deep grooves left in the ground by the treads of her sandals and smelled the distinct scent of rubber and leather. They heard the creaking of the leather straps as she adjusted her footing, preparing to take her next step. They felt the vibrations of her foot hitting the ground, causing the earth to tremble around them. As Jane moved away, the micros were left in her wake, watching as her sandals disappeared into the distance, leaving only the faint smell of rubber and leather behind. They had lost their only chance of getting the attention and help of the only normal-sized person in the whole town. They were probably now doomed to spend the rest of their lives exploring around that massive, dense forest made entirely of grass. As the surviving group of micros looked around after Jane had taken her next step, they saw the devastating aftermath of her footfall. The once-tall blades of grass were now flattened and bent over, some even completely uprooted from the ground. The imprints left by the sole of her sandals were large and deep, forming a pattern of tread marks that looked like a miniature mountain range to the tiny observers. The imprints were so massive in comparison to the size of the micros that they could not even see the entire shape of the tread marks at once, only sections of it at a time. They could see the individual grooves and bumps of the tread, and some of them even appeared to be deep enough to serve as miniature valleys or canyons.

The destruction left behind by Jane's footsteps was a stark reminder of her immense size and power compared to the tiny world of insects that they were now a permanent part of.

Finding nothing interesting in the mailbox aside from a couple of discount coupons for the local restaurant, Jane decided to continue with her plans of getting inside and taking a good shower. Stepping onto the walkway to get herself out of the lawn, she made it to the front door casually and blissfully unaware of yet another slaughter caused by the simple act of walking.

With one touch on the electronic lock, Jane opened the front door, made it inside, and immediately began to undress her skin-tight, now completely drenched in body sweat, blue bikini. At no point did poor Caleb come to mind; Jane had simply forgotten about her shrank Uber driver whom she had rescued about half an hour earlier.

As Caleb sat nestled between the folds of Jane's bikini bottom, he felt every jostle and bounce as she walked down the street. He could hear the muffled sound of her footsteps as they thudded against the pavement, accompanied by the soft swish of her thighs rubbing together. Occasionally, he could feel a slight breeze as her movement disturbed the air around her, causing the fabric of her bikini to flutter. The poor canine was left to endure the entire walking season, fighting and struggling against Jane's labia, doing the best he could to avoid suffering the same fate as his car did.

"If I could only climb further up her pussy..." Caleb spoke to himself, tilting his head upwards to see the vast expanse of her crotch. He could barely see anything given the dark confines of her bikini, but even then, the dense forest made entirely of pubic hair around the waist area became more and more attractive the more he was forced to deal with the shockwaves caused by her foot impacting against the pavement below and the constant vibrations caused by her inner thighs grinding against one another.

In Caleb’s new world, everything was magnified a thousand times over, including her heat and her female arousal smell. And things were about to get a lot worse as Jane had begun her long walk back home underneath the hot summer sun. The puny dog could already feel that his surroundings were starting to get a lot wetter and more humid from the sweating coming out of her pores. Even if he managed to survive in one piece without being crushed by her womanhood as she walks, he would be drowned in her pussy sweat long before she arrives home. Despite all of that and against all odds, the young and shrunken Uber driver got himself to climb and endure everything her body was throwing at him as her musky scent, which filled his senses and made him feel dizzy, he felt the moisture of her sweat against his skin, which was both unnerving and oddly thrilling at the same time. If it weren't for the imminent danger of being turned into a red smear among the wet, moisture fabric of her clothes, Caleb could tell he was having the experience of a lifetime down there and up close to her female sex.

Caleb's paws scrabbled against the slippery folds of Jane's labia, his tiny claws barely able to find purchase on the slick surface. He could feel the heat emanating from her body, making his already difficult climb even more challenging. Every time she shifted her legs, he had to cling on for dear life to avoid falling into the abyss below. The scent of her sweat was overpowering, and it made Caleb's head swim. He could feel droplets of moisture clinging to his fur, and he struggled to avoid slipping in the slick, wet environment. The soft, fleshy folds of Jane's labia loomed above him, a constant threat to his safety as he climbed ever upward. The sound of Jane's walking was a constant background noise, a reminder of the danger he was in. He could hear the soft rustling of her clothing, the creak of leather as she shifted her weight. Every time she moved, Caleb had to readjust his grip, his paws straining to find purchase on her flesh. Sweat slicked the surface beneath him, making it even harder to climb. But Caleb was determined. He had to reach the safety of Jane's pubic hair before it was too late.

With one final burst of effort, Caleb finally made it to his goal. He clung to the small nub of flesh, panting heavily as he caught his breath. The shrunken canine stood right on top of the fleshy hill covering the corners of Jane's clitoris, facing the vastness of the sweaty forest made entirely of pubic hair. He was safe, for now. But he knew that he was still in a precarious position. He could feel the soft flesh of Jane's labia pressing in around and beneath him, threatening to engulf him or throw him off balance at any moment. Caleb knew that he had to stay alert, ready to move at a moment's notice to avoid being crushed by Jane's movements.

Luckily, that was just about the time Jane finished checking the mailbox and entered her home. The shark goddess immediately began to undress upon closing and locking the front door behind her. Caleb was caught by surprise and unable to hold onto the base of a thick pillar like pubic hair. The poor dog was carried along the musky, moist fabric of her bikini, which was carelessly dropped aside and landed on the edge of the coffee table. Needless to say, it felt like a hazardous experience from Caleb’s perspective to be carelessly tossed aside like nothing among the enormous confines of someone else's personal underwear.

At least Caleb was able to get one last glimpse of his brand new car before Jane removed her legs from the holes of the bikini. The puny vehicle, or what was left of it, was still firmly attached and compressed among the wrinkled canyons, which were nothing but folds of skin at the lower end of Jane’s outer labia. It was a small reminder of what could have been his fate if he didn't make it to the upper end of her groin.

But now, the puny driver had other things occupying his mind. With the loud thuds of Jane’s footsteps fading away, he was left facing the question of what to do now. Caleb seemed to be out of immediate danger, but he was lost inside the vast, dark, moist confines of a discarded underwear piece. Luckily, he could contact the giant girl since her number was still on his phone. However, after a few minutes exposed to the raw power of her female sex, the idea of spending a couple of minutes inside that discarded piece of woman's underwear sounded quite appealing to the tiny young man. “Well, why not?” thought Caleb to himself, simply allowing himself to fall face-first into a bump made of soft fabric, inhaling deeply the rich scent left impregnated on the fabric.