By: Flackr9
PART 1
"Here, put this on" the technician handed what looked like an unusually thick wetsuit to Cal.
"What is it?" Cal asked.
"Seriously?" She puffed, "It's the exoskeleton."
"Oh, I thought it would be more... skeleton-y" Cal admitted.
"Uh huh. Just put it on" she said, turning to give Cal some privacy.
Cal quickly stripped to his underwear and slipped into the exoskeleton.
"So how does this work?" Cal asked.
"We've been over this, Cal. The suit uses nanofibers to absorb and distribute both force and pressure without causing harm to the body within. It's essential safety equipment for a 1 inch tall human being. It's very vulnerable to force applied in a small area though, so watch out for needles I guess"
"Right, sorry Alyssa"
"It's fine, just don't fuck this up, this experiment is very expensive."
"I won't, promise" Cal lifted his right pinkie and put his other hand over his heart. "You can count on me."
"Good, now head into the test chamber, oh and don't forget the mask!"
Cal pulled the mask down over his face. It was kind of like a hockey mask, only with larger holes that gave it a ribbed appearance.
Cal walked into the test chamber and stood facing the observation glass. Through it he could see almost the whole team that worked on the project, all of them attractive women oddly enough.
As Alyssa sealed the door behind him, Cal heard Dr. Marissa's voice over a loudspeaker,
"First human trial of the matter reducer, supervised by doctors Kasey and Marissa, will now begin. Is the subject ready?"
Cal gave a thumbs up.
"Engage reduction device."
One of the girls in the observation room, Lauren, Cal thought, flipped a switch and a low humming sound could be heard in the test chamber.
"Calibrating size... calibrated"
Here we go
"Reduction in 3, 2, 1..."
A sudden rushing feeling overtook Cal, he yelped as a feeling of being blown away in a strong wind came over him. Then, as fast as it began, it was over, and Cal was laying flat on the ground.
Did it work?
Cal stood up and realized, to his amazement, he was barely an inch tall
Wow
He could see the women in the observation room clamoring to get a good look at him.
"Cal are you alright?"
"Yes!" He responded.
"Cal?"
Could they not hear him? Cal heard murmuring through the speaker
"He's moving- he's probably just too small- this is incredible!"
"Alyssa, please retrieve Cal, it seems the radio transmitter was damaged during the reduction"
Alyssa entered the room and initially seemed to be in disbelief, but she calmed herself and knelt down with her palm outstretched for Cal to climb on. As soon as he did, Alyssa cupped her hand and whizzed Cal up to her face to get a good look at him.
"Wow!"
Cal almost fell over from the force of her voice, but managed to wave at Alyssa.
"This is a huge success!" Cal heard over the loudspeaker.
The next few days passed in a blur, the ladies at the lab ran all sorts of tests on him. The exoskeleton reported that his vitals were all operating normally, which was a good first sign. Being unable to communicate effectively with the 1 inch tall man, the team began work on a giny microphone that would be able to pick up Cal's voice. In the meantime, thwy tested the durability of the exoskeleton, finding that it could support 100 pounds of force with no discomfort to Cal at all! They ran some tests on his balance, his senses, and other basic faculties, finding that Cal's mental and physical abilities were seemingly unaffected by the shrinkage. In fact, his muscle mass seemed to be a bit denser, making him slightly stronger compared to how he was at full size. They also noticed that he seemed to heal from injuries faster. After being carelessly dropped by one of the team members, Cal's bruises miraculously healed in just a few hours. Of course, the team had been most worried about his brain, seeing as they had never shrunken anything as intelligent as a human before, but to fully test that, they needed a better way to communicate with him. After having him eat both shrunken and non-shrunken food to see if there was any difference in nutrution, the team finished work on a tiny walky talky that Cal's tiny voice could be picked up by so that he could communicate with the team. Then came the mental tests, which Cal passed with flying colors. Cal felt almost smarter then he had before, he could think faster and clearer, and his senses felt heightened. Overall, Cal and the team were feeling really good about the viability of the transformation.
Then came the bad news.
"Uh Cal, I have some bad news."
Cal was standing on top of one of the lab tables as Dr. Kasey stood in front of him.
"What's up?" Cal said into his walky talky
"We won't be able to return you to normal size for now, I'm sorry" Dr. Kasey looked at the floor.
"What? Why?" Cal was confused, what was going on?
"For some reason, the government cut our funding, and after a succesful test even. There isn't enough money left to run the machine again. I'm terribly sorry, we're working on a less expensive way to grow you back... but it will take time.
"I- I don't know what to say" Cal thought for a moment, "What, so I just go home and wait for you guys to come up with a new machine?"
"Well no," Dr. Kasey admitted, "While you are still small you are technically proprietary government property, it was in your contract you signed. So in the meantime you will live here at the lab, as you have done the past few days."
"This is insane, I don't- I didn't sign up for this. What if there are side effects? what if-"
"I understand this is hard for you, I really do, but I need to get back to work on this thing, as I'm sure you understand." Dr. Kasey looked at Cal sympathetically.
"I understand" Cal tried to contain the whirlwind of emotions he was feeling right now. Suddenly Alyssa appeared in front of him, looking sad.
"Sorry, dude, I'm sure the doctors will have this figured out soon"
Am I the last person to know about this?
Cal glanced around the room suspiciously. More than a few of the team members quickly looked away.
"Yeah, they know what they're doing" Cal put on a brave face, but he wasn't thrilled with the prospect of spending who knows how much longer as a 1 inch tall man.
~
Later that night, as Cal settled down to sleep in his "privacy room", which was really just a steel box with a miniature bed in it, He faintly heard the voices of two women talking.
That's odd, no one usually stays this late at the lab.
Then it was eerily quiet. Cal took off his walky talky and set it on a tiny hook meant to hold it. He left the exoskeleton on though, just in case.
This thing's really gonna start to smell if I'm wearing it all the time, but it's not safe to take it off-
Cal's thought was interrupted as the top of his room was removed and a bright light shone down on him.
What the-?? Who is that???
Cal tried clear his vision by rubbing his eyes and saw the faces of two of the lab workers looking down at him. Jillian and Ann.
Cal reached for his walky talky, but Jillian got there first, swiftly picking it up and knocking Cal over in the process.
"I'll take that!" She giggled as she slipped the tiny walky talky into her pocket.
"Look at cute little Cal" Jillian smiled down at him, standing dumbfounded in the middle of his privacy box.
"He is pretty cute" repeated Ann, giggling slightly.
"We're here to run some tests," Jillian said deviously, "Hope you don't mind"
What on earth were these two planning?
A little about each of these women, both were students at the university and both had been less than careful with Cal during the testing process, Jillian being the one who dropped him the other day. They also liked to blow him over for fun. Jillian was a short white girl with freckles, red hair, and green eyes. She also had a large, shapely rear. Tonight she was wearing tight jeans and a green blouse. Ann was studying abroad from Japan and had jet black hair and brown eyes. She was rather petite in shape but surprisingly tall in stature. Tonight she was wearing black leggings and a puffy white sweater.
"Let's begin, shall we?" Jillian reached into the box and dexterously grabbed Cal and lifted him out.
Not liking where this was going, Cal pulled down his face mask to prevent his head being crushed.
"Hm, let's see if the subject retains his sense of smell"
What???
Jillian brought Cal up to her face before dangling him by his legs in front of her mouth, her soft, red lips forming a gigantic smile less than an inch in front of him. Without warning she opened her mouth and let out a loud burp.
**BbbRRrp**
The smell was not pleasant, and Cal's heightened senses suddenly became a severe liability.
"Mm, can you guess what I had for dinner? hihi"
If he had to guess, Cal would have said Mexican, but she wouldn't be able to hear him anyway without his walky talky.
After a brief pause, "Aw, he's not sure, don't worry, you'll get another chance~" Jillian said teasingly, prompting a giggle from Ann.
"He's not saying anything, maybe the smell wasn't strong enough for him to notice" Jillian said with a smirk.
"Oh I know!" Ann exclaimed, slipping off her sneakers, "Put him in here!"
"Great idea!"
Cal was not so enthusiastic, but Jillian wasted no time dropping him into Ann's shoe. He landed face first with a sickening squelch and Jillian covered the opening behind him with her hand.
"Just let us know when you've smelled enough!" Jillian said with a laugh. Fully knowing he could not communicate with them.
Cal groaned and flipped over so that his face wasn't right against the damp sole of Ann's shoe and took his first breath. The smell was, as expected, terrible. The acrid stench of sweaty feet permeated his entire body.
Well at least I didn't break all my bones in that fall
Not much of a silver lining considering he was currently trapped inside a girl's sweaty shoe at the moment but hey you take what you can get. Ann and Jillian left him to stew in Ann's shoe for several minutes, giggling all the while. The smell did not improve during this time, and since her sweat now coated him and his exoskeleton, he expected it would linger in his nose for a long time. When Jillian finally reached into the shoe to pick him out, Call was greeted by a cool rush of fresh air on his face. A brief reprieve before the smelly torture that was to come.
"Okay, enough of that, I've got something else for you to smell" Jillian said as she dropped him nonchalantly onto a chair several feet below. Cal hit the chair hard, knocking the breath out of him and preventing him from moving momentarily.
"My ass" Jillian giggled as she slowly sat down on top of the shrunken man. She wiggled until he was comfortably situated between her jean clad asscheeks, and then relaxed with a sigh.
"How does my butt smell, loser?" Jillian and Ann laughed as Cal was nearly crushed by Jillian's fat ass. "Let us know when you've had enough" she said with a wink.
Cal was in agony. The exoskeleton prevented him from being turned into red paste, but the pressure was overwhelming, the exoskeleton seemed to be at its limit. Fortunately, though the pressure was painful, the smell was not as bad. Cal could faintly smell a musky, sweat-based smell through her jeans as well as a hint of stale fart, but that was a big improvement over being in Ann's shoe. This didn't last for long though, as shortly after she sat down she released a long, bubbly fart onto poor shrunken Cal.
**Ppbbbrbrbrrrrplrt**
Okay, this was much worse than being in the shoe. Jillian's fart smelled strongly of rotten eggs, and the sheer force of it nearly flattened him as it bubbled out over his body. Cal began to cough and retch as the stench of Jillian's nasty fart overwhelmed his heightened sense of smell.
"Open, here comes another one!" Jillian announced.
**hssssssssssssssssst**
"Oo! Ah! that one singed a bit haha"
Cal had just been hosed by an absolutely deadly SBD that lasted for several seconds. On top of smelling like he had stuck his nose against a piece of literal shit, the heat of it threatened to burn his tiny body's frail skin. Cal coughed and dry heaved as the rancid fart filled his lungs and his entire airspace with spicy hot shit-air.
"My turn! My turn!" Ann exclaimed, pushing Jillian off the chair and slamming her ass down onto Cal.
Cal's entire body was bruised after being slammed by Ann's ass, and he hadn't even gotten a breath of fresh air while her and Jillian traded places. Ann adjusted herself so that Cal was lined up right in her asscrack, which thankfully relieved some of the pressure on Cal's brusied body. Unfortunately the smell here was bad, real bad, much worse than Jillian's jean clad ass. It stunk like stale farts, dirty laundry and ass sweat, and she hadn't even farted yet. Speaking of which, Ann wasted no time and got right to farting, letting out several short farts right onto Cal's tiny face.
**brrap** **ppfft** **sqorppt**
"Oh that last one was a bit wet teehee"
Ann's farts were just as potent as Jillian's, though they smelt more of rotting meat than rotten eggs, with a hint of something fishy, and she had just let three of them go at once. Cal's senses were in agony, he could practically taste Ann's farts as the powerful wind was forced into his unwilling lungs. The last one was especially potent, causing Cal to finally vomit.
"What the hell?" Ann got up, "He fucking threw up on me!"
"Oh shush, there's barely anything there."
"Well yeah, but it might leave a spot"
Cal just laid on his back, dazed, staring at the ceiling as the two gigantic women talked. He groaned and tried to sit up, but couldn't.
Yep, that's gonna hurt in the morning
"Just wipe it off, you baby"
"ok ok"
"Anyway, I have a great idea for a punishment for him" Jillian's eyes sparkled as she reached for Cal, still lying on the chair, violated.
"How'd you like to spend some time in my panties, little guy?
PART 2
"I'm not hearing a no!" Jillian giggled, dangling Cal by his legs once more as his tiny screams went unheard.
"NO PLEASE, ANYTHING BUT THAT, THIS IS TOO MUCH! JILLIAN, ANN, PLEASE."
"What's that?" Ann leaned her ear in closer to Cal's upside down form. "I think he said 'Yes please!'" Ann announced, incorrectly translating Cal's tiny gibberish.
"Aw," Jillian cooed, "Cal's a little pervert, I wish he'd told us sooner" she said with a smile before turning and pulling back the waistband of her jeans and her panties.
"Enjoy~" she giggled as she dropped Cal into her waiting crack.
Cal screamed as he fell, helpless, directly into Jillian's asscrack. His head wedged between the soft flesh of her buttcheeks, but his shoulders stopped his momentum, leaving him sticking out the top of her crack.
"Oops, looks like he's a bit stuck," Ann remarked.
"I'll take care of it," Jillian responded, looking over her shoulder at the tiny man wedged in her crack. She let her waist band slap back into place, painfully snapping Cal's lower body to her lower back, then gently leaned forward and spread her cheeks. Cal tumbled down and into Jillian's smelly buttcrack, eventually landing face-first on her puckered butthole.
"Oh! Perfect!" Jillian let her cheeks clap back together as she stood straight once more. "I think I'll keep him there all night, as punishment for what he did to your pants, Ann"
"Fine by me," Ann chuckled before continuing, "So, what do you want to do tonight?"
~
Cal found himself surrounded on all sides by soft, warm, and smelly flesh. He was pinned right against Jillian's backdoor. Unfortunately for Cal, his exoskeleton mask did little to protect him from the stink of Jillian's ripe hole, only just barely preventing his face from contacting it directly. The stench of sweaty, dirty ass was already unbearable, and Cal began to worry if he could survive being farted on directly at this range in his tiny form.
What did I do to deserve this
Cal tried taking breaths through his mouth to avoid the awful smell of Jillian's dirty asshole, but at this range he could practically taste her ass funk on his tongue as he breathed. Cal heard muffled speech from above him, Jillian's ass vibrating slightly as she spoke, then she started walking.
As she walked Cal felt her cheeks grind against each other, and by extension, him. The movement pushed his face back and forth across Jillian's anus, gradually building up a greasy lather that began to leak into his mask. Cal quickly closed his mouth to avoid getting any of the disgusting substance in his mouth. Just in time, too, because,
brrrt
A short fart puffed out of Jillian's butthole as she walked, spattering Cal's face with her ass grease. Suddenly, Cal felt something shove him against Jillian's anus, and he gasped in alarm. Panic flooded him as Jillian's thick ass grease quickly flooded his open mouth as Jillian prodded him with her finger, rubbing his face into the muck around her rank hole. His mouth now full of wretched tasting ass grease, Cal had no choice but to breathe in Jillian's fart through his nose, prompting him to struggle wildly as its dry eggy stench torched his heightened sense of smell. All the while, Jillian continued to poke and prod him with her finger, pressing him again and again against her asshole.
~
Jillian continued to walk back to her apartment, Ann in tow, occasionally farting and pressing Cal up against her backdoor when no one was looking. Jillian unlocked her door, and the 2 of them flopped on Jillian's couch.
"Soo, how does it feel?" Ann inquired, a sparkle in her eyes.
"Fucking. Amazing." Jillian exclaimed, "The thought of little Cal sucking up my ass gas down there while being grinded by my voluptuous butt cheeks has got me all kinds of turned on."
They both giggled.
"So when's my turn?" Ann asked, excited to torture Cal with her own ass.
"Hmm," Jillian pondered, "Tomorrow night"
"What?!" Ann exclaimed indignantly, "Why do you get to play with him so long?"
"Because it was my idea, duh."
~
Cal's entire body was sore from being ground against Jillian's asshole for so long. His lungs also ached for fresh air, something he had gotten none of in the past 20 minutes. He had begun to feel lightheaded from all the gas he was breathing in, and whatever that horrible ass grease was made of had thickened and congealed in and around his mouth, preventing him from opening and closing it or making much sound. He groaned miserably into Jillian's ass as another rancid fart was released from her colon. Then, suddenly, he was weightless before being slammed once more against Jillian's anus as she flopped on her couch. Cal felt his mask crack, and with a start, Cal realized he wasn't getting any air. His broken face mask was stuck firmly to Jillian's asshole, creating a perfect airtight seal between her digestive track and his face.
Oh no no
He struggled, trying to pull himself away, but had no such luck. He was going to suffocate, and not just suffocate, he was going to breathe recycled ass stink for several minutes before finally succumbing to carbon dioxide poisoning.
Please! This can't be the end!
Trapped in a cruel woman's panties, forced to die with the smell of her rank ass on his breath. Cal banged on the fleshy walls of his prison, trying to get Jillian's attention, but she didn't notice, or else she didn't care. Cal began to cry, resigned to his disgusting fate, when he heard a low grumbling from above him.
Fuck. anything but that, just let me die in peace
Cal winced as he felt Jillian's asshole pucker against his partially exposed face.
Floorrrrbbbrtrtt*
A long hot fart exploded into Cal's abused face. With nowhere to go, the thick smelly smog filled his lungs, his throat, his stomach, his entire being. Cal thought he might pop like a balloon, at this point it would have been merciful. The rancid gas assaulted and abused his senses, forever imprinting him with the memory of this terrible fart. Then, just before the fart ended, Cal heard a small squelch and was blown back, away from Jillian's ass for the first time since he had been dropped into her panties. Cal was still wedged between her cheeks, but was mercifully a few millimeters away from Jillian's flexing anus as lingering gas escaped her bowels.
Cal was in rough shape, his entire body was in agony after practically fusing with that last fart, and he was still trapped in Jillian's ass, retching and coughing as gas continued to leak out of her asshole.
hhhhssshp
How could anyone do this to a person
~
"Fuck that was a bad one," Jillian paused, "He's still moving though so not bad enough."
The two girls laughed at Cal's misfortune and continued to watch TV. This continued for an hour so, Cal stewing in Jillian's swampy ass, enduring fart after fart, while she and Ann watched TV.
"OK, it's starting to stink in here haha, so I'm gonna head home" Ann stood from the couch and headed to the door, "Remember that I get to have him tomorrow!"
"See ya!" Jillian called to her as she left, lifting one cheek and letting out another fart, barely even registering Cal's presence in her buttcrack.
Blorrppt
"Fuck that does stink," she exclaimed, getting a whiff of the gas that had built up under her stinky ass.
Guess I'll head to bed then
Arriving in her bedroom, Jillian slipped out of her clothes and slid into bed, laying on her stomach.
~
Cal had been suffering for what felt like an eternity at this point. Jillian released fart after fart onto his tiny frail body, ensuring that the stench of her intestines never faded in his fleshy prison. Finally after what felt like years and yet another fart, Cal felt Jillian stand and begin walking again. He sobbed in relief as the total darkness of his prison lightened slightly. Was she finally letting him out?
Unfortunately, no. Terror and dread filled Cal's heart as Jillian moved once more, lying down on her stomach and sending Cal tumbling back deeper into her asscrack.
"Goodnight Cal." he heard Jillian say faintly. "Oh and by the way, I fart a lot when I sleep, but I'm sure you won't mind" She added, pulling up her panties to giver herself a wedgie, ensuring that Cal was pressed up directly against her asshole once more. Cal whimpered as Jillian let out another hot smelly fart onto his trapped face, the first of many to come.
Phhbbbbbllrrrt
It was going to be a long night.
PART 3
Pshsssssssss
Cal gagged and dry heaved as another of Jillian's SBDs flooded his nose and mouth. He had been trapped against her asshole for hours at this point, forced to breathe in her rancid farts as she slept peacefully. Meanwhile, Cal hadn't managed to sleep at all, whenever he came close to drifting off he was rudely awakened by another of Jillian's rank gas bombs. Even when she wasn't actively gassing him, the smell of her dirty asshole was almost enough on its own to keep him awake, not to mention the feeling of her greasy hole flexing against his face.
Finally, after what felt like days, Cal heard Jillian's phone start buzzing on the table. After a while of what Cal assumed to be repeated calls going unanswered, he felt Jillian begin to stir. At this point he could only hope she felt merciful this morning. Even if the other girls at the lab found out she had taken him, would they think to check inside her panties? She could just say she lost him and she'd be free to keep him forever. Cal couldn't imagine any of them being as depraved as Jillian had proven herself to be, but then again he hadn't expected this from Jillian either. Cal heard her yawn as she rolled over onto her side, causing Cal's face to smear against her ripe butthole. If she noticed this she gave no indication, but Cal soon heard her tapping on her phone before releasing a potent morning fart onto him.
Ppwrrrrbbt
~
Jillian looked at her phone groggily, she'd apparently overslept and her phone was blowing up with texts from Ann.
What did she want? Hold on-
Bbbrappp
Ah, much better
She unlocked her phone to discover a plethora of panicked messages from Ann
>Are you coming in early or what?
>Hello?
>Where the fuck are you????
>Everyone's freaking out looking for Cal! Where are you??
>Missed call
>Missed call
>Missed call
Oh right, Cal. Jillian smiled, realizing she had just farted on her tiny prisoner before quickly beginning to grow worried; she and Ann might be fucked. She quickly jumped out of bed and began to throw on some clothes and called Ann.
"Jillian! Hi!" Ann said cheerfully. Then, in a harsh whisper, "What the fuck, you were supposed to get here early with Cal."
"I know, I know, I accidentally overslept." Jillian responded while fiddling with the buttons of her blouse.
"Oh you!" Ann said loudly before transitioning back to a harsh whisper, "Luckily only Clara and Amelia are here and I'm 'helping' them look for him but you better get your ass over here, now."
"Alright, I'm on my way" Jillian said, hanging up.
She was halfway out the door when she remembered Cal again.
Fuck, I'd better wash him off
She ran back inside, thrusting her hand into her panties to grab the tiny man and give him a good rinsing in the sink.
~
Cal felt his world move in every direction as Jillian practically flew around the room, talking on the phone all the while. He couldn't make out what she was saying as he was relentlessly grinded, bounced, and smeared between her cheeks. Acter a few minutes of this Cal almost jumped when he felt slender fingers wrapping around his body as Jillian grabbed and pulled him out of her panties.
Finally, for the first time in hours, Cal took a breath of fresh air. His freedom was short lived however, as before he could even take a second breath he was plunged under a torrent of icy cold water as Jillian began to vigorously rub him all over. The feeling may have been pleasant if he wasn't currently being waterboarded.
What the fuck is going on???
Finally, the torrent of water stopped and Cal coughed and blinked hard, sputtering as he attempted to get his bearings. Before he could however, Jillian let go of him and he felt himself in freefall. Landing on something soft, Cal climbed to his feet and, looking up, saw that he had been dropped into Jillian's purse. Not even acknowledging him, Jillian quickly zipped up the purse, leaving Cal in total darkness.
Well, at least it doesn't stink in here.
Cal stumbled to his feet, but immediately fell flat on his face as the purse jolted forward, signalling that Jillian had begun her journey to the lab, with Cal in tow.
~
Arriving at the lab, Jillian briskly walked up to the door and pressed her keycard against the lock.
Ka-chunk
The door swung open and she entered, sweating nervously. She was going to have to come up with a really good lie, fortunately Clara and Amelia were friendly with her but it might still take some convincing. Thankfully Cal wouldn't be able to tell on her, at least for now, since she had taken his walky talky away. As she approached the room with Cal's privacy box she came up with a brilliant idea. It was risky, but if it worked, it could pay off tenfold...
"Hey guys, what's up?" Jillian said as casually as she could manage, pretending she didn't already know what they were doing in here.
"We're looking for Cal, have you seen him?" Replied Amelia, a worried look in her eyes. Amelia was one of the younger lab assistants. A petite girl with dark skin, short curly hair and sparkling green eyes behind horn-rimmed glasses. Today she was wearing a green skirt with black tights and a matching sweater top.
"Yes, he disappeared overnight! He could be in serious danger!" Clara exclaimed, a brazilian woman of about 30 with long dark hair and brown eyes. She still had a bit of an accent from spending most of her childhood in Brazil. She was the definition of slim fit, being an athlete as well as a scientist, with a nice firm bubble butt courtesy of her workouts. She was also the tallest of the woman on the team, being taller even than Cal when he had been full size. As usual, Clara was wearing leggings and a tank top. She always wore pretty much the same thing despite repeatedly being told that tank tops were not appropriate pabwear. To mitigate this she always put on a standard white lab coat that she left unbuttoned.
Ok, moment of truth.
"Oh Cal? I have him here with me." Jillian smiled as she reached into her purse and fished Cal out of it, holding him up for the two beautiful women to see.
"What?!?" The two burst out.
"You're not supposed to do that." Amelia said, frowning, "It's dangerous for Cal in the outside world, even with the exoskeleton."
"You worry too much, Amelia, I took good care of him." Jillian lied through her teeth, "Well for the most part anyway, I did seem to lose his walky talky..."
"Unbelievable," came Clara's voice, "That communicator cost hundreds of dollars, and you've lost it."
"I'll find it, promise I will. I just need to get a chance to look around my house." Jillian lied once more.
Meanwhile, Ann had been conspicuously quiet. Fortunately for her and Jillian, the other two hadn't noticed that fact as they barraged Jillian with questions.
~
"Why did you even take him in the first place?" Cal heard Amelia ask as he waited patiently to be freed from Jillian's grip.
Thank god Amelia is here, hopefully she'll take good care of me.
Cal had been very friendly with Amelia both before and after the shrinking, he even thought she might have a bit of a crush on him.
"I felt bad for the little guy," Jillian lied convincingly. Damn, she was good at this. "All alone in that box at night, so I brought him home with me so we could, you know, hang out."
Amelia looked angry, and was about to speak when Ann finally piped up.
"Aw, that's so sweet of you" she said, looking down at Cal in Jillian's hand.
Amelia was livid, "No, it's not, Cal could have been seriously hurt. Besides, I thought you two didn't get along?"
"That's besides the point," Jillian deflected, pausing for a minute before continuing, "The truth is, Cal asked me specifically to take him out of the box, because he wanted my help with something."
I did not. What is she talking about?
"He also said that, well actually maybe he wouldn't want me to say it..."
"Say what?" The two woman said almost in unison. Ann grinned behind them, seemingly knowing something Cal didn't.
"Sorry Cal," Jillian said down to him, before turning back to the three woman in front of her and saying, "Cal admitted to me that he has a giantess fetish, and that was why he joined the project in the first place."
A what? There's no way they believe that... right?
Amelia stood looking at Jillian disbelievingly, while Clara looked down at Cal and said, "That little pervert. Heh, if he liked big women that much he should have told me know sooner"
Cal blushed so hard even Clara could see it, causing her to laugh.
"Even if that's true," Amelia said flustered, looking betrayed, "It doesn't explain why he would ask you to take him out of the lab."
"Oh yes it does, he admitted it to me because he knows I'm into that stuff and he wanted to make sure he enjoyed it before he brought it up with anyone else."
Oh no, please please please don't believe her Amelia...
"How would he-" Amelia started, confused, but was cut off by Jillian.
"I'm actually glad that it's you three I ran into today, because Cal said he had wanted to play with more girls, actually he mentioned you specifically Amelia."
"He- w-what?" Amelia looked flustered, her question seemingly forgotten as she began to wring her hands together nervously.
Uh oh
Clara looked piercingly at Cal before saying, "'Play'? What do you mean by that, Jillian?"
"Well, Cal really enjoyed being pressed against various parts of my body, as well as being crushed and stuff like that. So I spent some time sitting on him, smothered him with my boobs, put him in my shoe, that type of thing.
"That's disgusting!" Amelia exclaimed.
"Oh yeah, for sure, but he loved it. For him, the grosser it is the better. You should have heard him moaning over the communicator before I, uh, misplaced it" Jillian lied once more.
This is really bad... if Jillian convinces these girls that I'm some kind of freak... I don't even want to think about it.
Amelia opened her mouth to speak a few times, but no sound escaped. Finally, she said softly, "He really was into it?"
She had a look of lust and curiousity in her eyes now that Cal did not like.
fuck fuck fuck
He began to struggle for all he was worth, he couldn't go into a girl's panties again, he just couldn't. Jillian subtly squeezed tighter, to the point he could barely move.
"Aw, look he's excited." Clara said, noticing his tiny movement.
"Like I said, he probably can't wait to play with you three," Jillian giggled while squeezing Cal harder, making it difficult for him to breathe.
"So, who wants to go first?" Jillian asked, smiling.