Shrinker.pdf - BUY GIANTESS STORY

It was a typical Saturday afternoon when Lisa decided to have a little fun with her boyfriend Jack. She had recently downloaded a new smartphone app called "Shrinker" that promised to miniaturize objects in real life, just like in the movies. Of course, it was probably a scam, but the 19-year-old was feeling mischievous and wanted to test it out.

"Yeah right, like this app will actually work," Jack said skeptically as he leaned against the kitchen counter. The muscular 20-year-old had a shaggy mop of hair and an easy grin. He and Lisa had been dating for over a year now.

"Shut up, it's worth a shot!" Lisa giggled, her pink Hello Kitty phone case gripped tightly in her petite hands as she opened the app. She pointed the camera at her bewildered boyfriend.

"Okay, say cheese you dork," she teased. Jack rolled his blue eyes and held up a Cheeto.

"I can't believe you're wasting your time with this crap. What, are you gonna take a picture of everything in the apartment now?"

"Hrrrmmph! Hold still!"

The app flashed a neon pink light and emitted a few cartoonish "poof" and "zap" sound effects. Jack stared at his girlfriend like she had grown a second head. "Are you done with your little game?"

"Nope! Oh my god...it actually worked!" Lisa squealed in delight, eyes wide as saucers. She looked down at the kitchen floor and gasped.

There, standing next to a coffee stain the size of a manhole, was a teeny tiny version of Jack. He couldn't have been more than two inches tall, dressed in the same black t-shirt and board shorts as before but now looking like a doll.

"What the hell?!" the miniaturized Jack shouted, voice barely audible over the hum of the refrigerator. "LISA! What did you do to me?!"

"Oops, I guess I set it to like, 3% of your normal size. Let me see if I can zoom you back up real quick," Lisa muttered, tapping furiously at the touchscreen. But every time she tried to reverse it, an error message popped up.

"Come on, don't leave me like this!" Jack pleaded, sprinting toward Lisa's enormous sandaled feet. He leapt onto one of her toes and began desperately trying to get her attention. "This is crazy! I'm like a freakin' action figure!"

"Ugh, relax dude, it's fine," Lisa said, gently plucking him off her foot with two fingers. She set him down on the countertop next to her empty Frappuccino cup. "We'll figure it out. And hey, at least you get to see everything from a cool new perspective now!"

Jack could only sputter indignantly at his girlfriend's nonchalant attitude about his current predicament. Being the size of an ant was not cool or fun - it was utterly terrifying and disorienting. He felt like his world had been turned upside down.

Just then, they both heard the creak of the front door opening. Heavy footsteps thumped through the living room.

"Oh no, that's my mom!" Lisa hissed under her breath, snatching Jack up quickly and tossing him in her blouse for safekeeping. He tumbled down her cleavage, landing in the warm, dark cavern of her bra.

Mrs. Jenkins waddled into the kitchen, her massive form barely fitting through the doorframe. At 6' tall and over 500 pounds, Lisa's mother was a true big beautiful woman. She wore a tight denim miniskirt that strained to contain her expansive rear, and a pink tank top that scooped low over her pendulous breasts.

"Heya pumpkin!" she greeted her daughter with a lopsided grin, her chins jiggling. "Whatcha up to?"

"Oh hey mom, not much, just trying out this new smartphone app," Lisa replied breezily, patting her chest where Jack was concealed. She could feel him squirming against her silicone push-up bra.

"Hmph. Well, it better not be one a' them Japanese sexting apps. Ya know how I feel about that," Mrs. Jenkins said with a dismissive wave of her pudgy hand. She shuffled over to the fridge and pulled out a two-liter of Dr. Pepper, popping the cap and taking a long swig.

As she drank, Jack poked his head out of Lisa's cavernous cleavage to peek at the imposing woman who was more than 2500 times his size. He gulped at the sight of her gargantuan, jiggling udders swaying heavily inches from his face.

Mrs. Jenkins wiped her mouth with the back of her fat hand, a few droplets of soda dribbling down her multiple chins. She set the bottle on the counter and heaved herself up onto a bar stool, her ass cheeks spreading out like a pair of fleshy manhole covers.

The tremendous jiggle and undulation of her rump knocked over Lisa's empty Starbucks cup. Mrs. Jenkins twisted around to reach for it, causing her denim skirt to ride up and expose a vast expanse of pale, wobbling thigh.

"Oopsie! Got a little situation here," she chuckled, reaching back to tug her skirt down. But in doing so, she inadvertently raised her foot and planted it squarely on top of Jack's miniscule prone form lying on the floor.

There was a sickening squelch as the entirety of Mrs. Jenkins' 500+ pound bulk came down on the tiny man. His body burst like a grape, painting the linoleum with his blood and viscera. His agonized scream was cut off as his skull cracked like an egg beneath the calloused ball of her foot.

"Whoops! Dropped somethin' on the floor," Mrs. Jenkins said with a shrug, lifting her foot to reveal Jack's gored remains stuck to the bottom of her wooden clog. "Ah don't worry 'bout it though. Ain't like it was one a' them cockroaches or somethin'."

Lisa stared at the gruesome smear that had moments ago been her boyfriend, fightin' to keep her breakfast down. "Y-yeah Mom, no it's okay. Let me just go clean that up real quick," she said in a shaky voice.

As she grabbed some paper towels and bent down to wipe up Jack's splattered remains, she couldn't help but notice how her mother's miniskirt had ridden up so high that she could see straight up her plump rear. The doughy cheeks were clad in a pair of pink cotton panties straining to contain her expansive backside.

"Mmmph. My fat ass is so hungry," Mrs. Jenkins grunted, reaching back to give herself a hearty spank. Her voluptuous rump rippled and bounced hypnotically. "Think I'm gonna whip me up some a' them chocolate chip cookies now. Wanna help your mama bake?"

Lisa tore her eyes away from her mother's chunky biscuit-catcher with a start. "S-sure Mom, I'd love to help," she replied, trying to keep the quaver out of her voice as she funneled Jack's bloody smear into the trash.

Her boyfriend was dead, and she would never be able to change him back to normal size. But hey, at least she still had her mom and their favorite snack to comfort her. Silver linings and all that, right?

The young couple that had been walking together through Central Park on a warm summer evening suddenly found themselves in the path of an oncoming horse-drawn carriage, the steed whinnying in fright as the carriage swayed ominously...