Sweet Revenge (Part II)

There were a number of muffled complaints from her purse on the way home, but Laurie cheerfully ignored them. Her diminutive former bully could stand for, she reasoned, a certain degree of humbling. So when she arrived home and upturned her purse, leaving him to tumble angrily onto her counter top, her first move wasn't to respond directly to his angry complaints.

"This is wrongful imprisonment. I'll sue you for this, I know my rights. Are you even listening?"

She wasn't. She took a step closer to the edge of the counter and pulled off her blouse, hair splaying wildly, barely hiding the twinge of a smile as her breasts, supported by a lacy blue bra, jiggled back into place. They weren't the most impressive in the world. But at the moment, little Alex was staring up at two C-cups, each bigger than his entire body several times over. His protests died into stunned silence. With a single gentle but firm finger she pressed down on his head, directing his view down from the mountainous flesh toward her abs. "Eyes down here, Alex. I was trying to show you how hard I've worked on my weight. What do you think?"

He sputtered out some half-hearted response, clearly at a loss for words, "I think it's only fair it you show me yours."

Yelping, he dove for cover, but her hands were faster. With lightning speed, she secured her grip around his legs. At around four inches tall, he was the perfect size to hold in-hand. As he squirmed to free his legs, she casually strolled across the room to her comfy chair and, without a second thought, cast off his top. Using her free hand, she got a good grip on his feet and dragged him deeper into her left hand's grip, to his armpits and topless. Her former tormenter was already flushing red before she comically booped his belly. It was a delicious irony. "Guess you haven't had much time to exercise while you've been out of commission, hmm?"

The excuses started again immediately. Poor little guy, the soft contours he had developed were no worse than the chubbiness she once had, but he had to be destroying himself mentally. She knew the feeling. And wanted to intensify it. Without warning, she upturned her hand, keeping a firm grip on Alex's jeans. After a moment of groaning, uncooperative fabric, he toppled out of his own pants, landing face-first into the now-defined muscles of Laurie's abs in nothing but his boxers. Rattled and in disbelief, he ran his itty bitty hands along a new kind of curviness: the ridges of a six-pack so well-trained that he could no doubt feel their power in the faintest contraction of muscle. She brought down another teasing finger onto the point between his shoulders, forcing him prone, cheek rubbing into the expanse of her body. "Go ahead, get a closer look!"

For his part, Alex was giving a valiant effort, not one to surrender easily. Since he had squirreled himself away in the time after his shrinking, it had been particularly hard on him. An individual who was never without babes hanging off either shoulder, seeing his own body go soft and - for the sake of pride - cutting ties with his former sweethearts, had been even worse than the shrinking itself. Big world? He could handle it. Loneliness for the first time ever? He didn't want to admit it, but as he found himself rubbed into Laurie's body like a sweat rag, it was the most feminine contact he had since his release from the hospital. And it was warm. She radiated so much incredibly welcoming heat. It wasn't like his nurses, who picked him up and transported him with care in latex gloves before examining him under magnifying lenses. It was a breathtakingly intimate experience. Suffice to say, as the monolithic finger above him drove his body up against hers, it was the most he could manage to literally keep it in his pants. At her scale, he doubted she noticed.

At some point during this exchange, Laurie must have discarded her pants. He arced his head to the side, making out a pair of matching blue panties. Legs that seemed to go on for miles felt a lot more than a metaphor now -- up on the footrest, he could see the mountains of twiddling toes in the distance. He knew that his height would compare unfavorably against them, and he had been warned after leaving the hospital. Increased durability doesn't mean much of anything if people lose track of you. Even then, visions of being stuck on the street for hours, repeatedly trampled by anonymous passersby did not seem particularly attractive. Now, there was a very real danger that his "host" might want to "show off" her feet. A nightmarish scenario flooded his mind: that next she would stand suddenly, and return with her slippers. Gently scooping him inside, she might goad him with some taunt, "This is about the same size as your apartment, right? So you can stay in here from now on." After sliding in those seemingly playful toes, he'd have to adjust to a new sock-like existence, secured under her weight and heat, with absolutely no hope of communicating. The rubbing would be too much - a constant flow of sensation with every subtle arcing of those enveloping appendages. Between the sweat-inducing heat and waves of pleasure, there'd be no hope of hiding his shame, and even darker fears of potential punishments for sullying his owner's pristine toes with his cum swam forward.

Laurie regarded the micro on her chest. He was lost in some kind of daze, surely. They had a lot in common after all, it seemed. She could tell that he was already psyching himself out. Imagining the worst possible result. It was easy for a guy who always had it easy: once things got hard, when it rains, it pours, right? A little bit sympathetic, she resolved to draw him out of his panic with action. She snaked one of her monumental arms down toward her panties, completely unnoticed by the oblivious jock, and hooking her thumb in the elastic, she drew the edge upward. The rest was as easy as sitting up. She popped the recliner back into vertical position, and the gentle slope on which Alex rested suddenly transfigured into a vertical wall. He yelped, suddenly back in the present, as he freefell straight down into the forest of her pubic hair. With a satisfying /snap!/, she let go of the elastic. A pleasant squirming sensation accompanied the bulge of a trapped man in her panties. It was a good fit. Roughly the size of a smallish dildo, he might have poked his head out if he was standing up, but at the moment he was balled and confused. She gave her 'package' a bemused pat as she rose, crossing toward the kitchen.

It took Alex a good fifteen seconds to fully understand what had happened. Spitting, he found his face full of pubes and his back resting in something that felt roughly like a very high thread count hammock. The jock-turned-tiny was no genius, but it didn't take a genius to identify the gaping chasm in front of him. He'd seen a lot, after all. He snorted, furious, as she gave his whole body a pat. She was toying with him! He wouldn't let her make him a pet. And it had been a mistake to put the guy voted two-time best "pussy slayer" in class in her panties. She'd see that for sure. With a lunge, he set on her loins.

She wasn't expecting retaliation. In fact, it was Laurie's very firm belief that there was nothing a micro could do that would affect her in the slightest. So when the fun began, she had to brace herself against the counter. She bit her lip, eyes widening, and a little moan escaping. It didn't even make sense. He was no bigger than a sex toy, trapped in her panties, and she was nearly about to fall over with pleasure. Weakly, the once-triumphant girl staggered to one of her bar stools and sat -- heavily, letting loose a frustrated pant as she struggled with her bra. She didn't disturb her little prisoner: quite the opposite, her fingers found her nipples, and she lost herself to the rising tension. She was very much his opposite: the laughingstock of her high school and without the confidence to experiment after graduation, Laurie was particularly vulnerable to his precision work. Caressing from either side, even kissing it, he gave the most care to her clit, but he used the pressure of her panties to leverage himself and work both of his feet firmly into her waiting lips. Any thoughts of how precarious his position had to be was surely lost on her as, in a triumphant moment of orgasm, one of her nipple-pleasuring hands shot down -- she drove the muscled flesh below her thumb down the length of his entire body, burying his face into her pearl as she rammed his entire length against the frame of her entrance.

The two of them laid there for a long time. You could say basking in the afterglow, but panting in unexpected passion might have been more appropriate. The two of them were dazed. At some point, Laurie pulled herself up from the bar stool and started the hot water in the sink. Alex didn't resist as she scrubbed him clean of her juices. Neither one of them had much to stay, but avoiding each other's gaze was proving pretty difficult when one party is hand-washing the other party. After depositing the former bully on the table with his clothes, Laurie retrieved a store-bought mini-cake from her fridge and an apologetic half-smile. Setting it down next to him as a peace offering -- the serving-for-one cake was still several times larger than he was -- she tried, "I haven't had any cake since high school, but I was going to have this to reward myself for standing up to you. But, uh, if you want... we can share it."

Rather than outright admit anything, Alex merely reached a begrudging hand into the cake's marbled surface and pulled out a fist-sized chunk, taking a bite. Well, sometimes revenge is sweet. And other times, sweets are better than revenge.