Giant Apartments

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<<set $visitstairs = 0>>\ <<set $hook = false>>\ <<set $GovernmentKnowledge = 0>>\ <<set $connorapp = 0>>\ <<set $connorstomp = 0>>\ <<set $connorvore = 0>>\ <<set $ryanapp = 0>>\ <<set $kenjiapp = 0>>\ <<set $kenjilove = 0>>\ <<set $kenjiquestion = 1>>\ <<set $kenjifailtest = false >> <<set $quizzanswer = "nothing">>\ <<set $kenjiquizz = false>>\ <<set $nerdapp = 0>>\ <<set $kenjifailtest = false>>\ You always //knew// it was a possibility, but never thought it'd actually happen to you. Perhaps because you never met anyone who was actually affected, so it always felt like a distant problem that you didn't have to worry about. Of course you empathized with news stories about fellow women shrinking. Of course you supported tiny-friendly infrastructure. But you always rolled your eyes at the thought of always staying within 'safe areas'. Since any woman could randomly be reduced to less than an inch tall, lawmakers had designated whole neighbourhoods where one could easily find shelter if they shrunk. Really, those building restrictions should have been universal, but there was pushback by landlords and the usual suspects. Your city was about forty porcent tiny-friendly...one of the highestest of the country. As one might imagine, most women sought to live in those areas just in case they shrunk. With half the population disinterested, apartments outside those areas were cheaper than usual, so it wasn't a surprise to see an apartment with only guys living in it. You happened to be in one of those, visiting your friend...when you got dizzy. Then, you shrunk. ''IMPORTANT: THE GAME IS INCOMPLETE. OPTIONS MARKED WITH (WIP) ARE NOT DONE. [[Oh no!->Hallway]]

<<if visited() === 1>>\ Leaving through the front door is a possibility, but also a terrible idea. You're smack-dab in the center of a unfriendly neighborhood for tinies. The chances of you surviving the great urban outside are next to zero. But not all hope is lost. Your petite size means you can easily crawl under doors. Leaving your fate to strangers isn't ideal. You vaguely remember hearing about doing horrendous things to tinies and getting away with it. Usually because a tiny's fragile body can be easily disposed of, but also because not everyone views them — which now incldues you — as actual people. So...hopefully you'll meet a friendly guy willing to rescue you...and not someone who'll think of you as a nasty bug or a plaything. Such as your friend, Alex. You know he'd definitely help you out. If you remember correctly, he lives in apartment 202. You're in the first floor halway. You could seek help in one of the numerous apartments or take the stairs to the second floor. Alternatively, you could just...walk outside. Even if that's a terrible idea. Where do you go? <<else>>\ <<if $visitstairs is 0>>\ Sooo...that definatelly wasn't Alex's place. You knew that, of course. Since you know Alex lives in apartment 202.\ <</if>>\ You're in the first floor halway. You could seek help in one of the numerous apartments or take the stairs to the second floor. Alternatively, you could just...walk outside. Even if that's a terrible idea. Where do you go? <</if>>\ [[Apartment 101.->Apartment 101]] [[Apartment 102.->Apartment 102]] [[Apartment 103.->Apartment 103]] (WIP) [[Apartment 104.->Apartment 104]] [[Take the stairs.->Stairs]] [[Fuck it. Just leave. ->Outside]]

<<if visited() === 1>>\ You already know the type of person who lives here before you even see them, as the whole place stinks of weed. At your normal size, it would have been an annoyance, but at your new size it's downright nauseating. You're surprized by how potent it is. Surely the neighbours would have reported it to the landlord. <<if $ryanapp is 1>>\ Plus with that loud-ass jock causing a ruckus next door...you can't imagine how hellish it must be to live on this floor. <</if>>\ It takes you a while to acclimate before you can actually start looking around. The first thing that catches your attention is a green flag with a superimposed black marijuana plant hanging on the wall. //Classy.// Ignoring it, your walk further into the apartment. Multiple precariously placed bongs and empty beer cans are competing for space with a 4K TV on the media console. The television must have wiped out their finances, because instead of a couch, they have two bean bags. One of which is currently occupied. You get the vibe whoever is sitting there must be a chill dude, so they're unlikely to immediatelly kill you. On the other hand, letting the apartment stink of pot this bad probably means they're irresponsible and, if not selfish, at least somewhat apathetic to others. <<else>>\ No matter how many times you come here, it still stinks. The room's only decoration comes comesf green flag with a superimposed black marijuana plant hanging on the wall. The media console is still a mess of precariously placed bongs and empty beer cans as well as the 4K TV. Which sits in front of two bean bags, rather than a sofa. One of which is currently occupied. <</if>>\ <<if $connorapp is 1>>\ [[Approach him.->Connor]] <</if>>\ [[Check him out. ->ConnorAppearence]] [[Leave.->Hallway]]

<<if visited() === 1>>\ You hear it before you see it. Loud rhythmic thundering accompanied by an annoying mechanical whirring. Once you're done crawling through, you see the source. A large muscular man sweating over a treadmill. With how fast the machine is set to, it's no wonder he's stomping onto the belt. As if that wouldn't be enough of a nuisance, the machine is facing the television, which is playing a football match an obnoxiously loud volume. Either his neighbours are saints, the building has great noise cancellation, or his large frame keeps them from complaining about him. <<if $connorapp is 1>>\ With the stoner stinking up the place living right next door...you can't imagine how hellish it must be to live on this floor. <</if>>\ There's more to the room than exercising equipment, although you do see dumbbells, weights and a barbell tucked in a corner. There's a mini fridge beside the couch and, while you can't see what's in it, the numerous crushed beer cans //next to// the trash paint an idea. As for what's //in// the trash can, it's various protein bar wrappers. And only protein bars. There's not much else in his living room. You'd almost call it minimalistic, but you know he's just the type of guy to use beer crates instead of nightstands. That isn't a guess. It's what he's currently using to hold an enormous bottle of protein powder. As for what decoration he does have is entirely hung on his wall. Motivational posters with muscular men and scantily clad women, as well as a wall shelf showcasing various golden trophies. Although they're too high up for you to tell what for. <<else>>\ Being here still hurts your tiny ears. Because of the titan running up his treadmill and the loud football game playing on his television. Crushed beer cans litter the floor next to a trash can that's overflowing with protein bar wrappers. He has a mini fridge next to his couch and a beer crate that serves as an end table to hold an enormous bottle of protein powder. On the walls hang numerous motivational posters with muscular dudes and hot chicks while a single shelf proudly hosts various trophies. <</if>>\ <<if $ryanapp is 1>>\ [[Approach him.->Ryan]] <</if>>\ [[Check him out. ->RyanAppearence]] [[Hallway<-Leave.]]

WIP This apartment belongs to a cute nerd. You can tell both by the bookshelf brimming with books and by the adorable kitten decorations stored in a shelf. ... Also by a sweet-looking guy in a sweater scrolling on his phone. He doesn't notice you, but speaks out loud anyway. "Must be scary to be that small...but they're so cute! If I found them I'd definatelly take good care of them. Buuut I'm a little clumsy and easily distracted. Might end up killing them accidentally! There is also a hook here, which will be your reward for getting the nerd to notice you, and allow you to get to the second floor. <<linkreplace "Get the hook!">> ''Get the hook!'' You get the hook! <<set $hook = true>>\ <</linkreplace>> [[Hallway<-Leave.]]

<<set $visitstairs = 1>>\ <<if visited() === 1>>\ //There's no way you're making that.// Is your first thought as you stare at those bad boys. A single step is more than twice your body and since you don't know any cool parkous tricks like those verticle wall runs, you're shit out of luck. <<else>>\ They're still as giant and unclimbable as ever. At least, not without any tools<</if>> <<if $hook is true>> Wait, you do have something you could use to get to the second floor! You got the hook! [[Go up the stairs.->Hallway2]] <</if>>\ [[Go back to the hallway.->Hallway]]

Looking up at the entrance, every part of you is screaming that this is a terrible idea. It's not just the enormous titans roaming the streets that could endanger you. The urban wildlife — like birds and rats — could easily have you as a snack. Heck, even a torrent of rain could drag you into the sewers, from which you’d likely never emerge from again. But at the same time, you’d be taking destiny into your own hands. You don’t have to be a helpless tiny scurrying around and begging for assistance. You could…just leave. Try to make it on your own, as foolish as that might be. At least you’d be dying on your own terms. And isn’t that something worthy of applause? [[Venture forth.->OutsideDeath]] [[Go back.->Hallway]]

<<if visited() === 1>>\ You find it's surprisingly easy to get his attention despite the fact he's likely high as a horse. Given, with his gaze being off in the distance, you do have to climb onto his sandal and annoy the heck out of his big toe for him to actually look down. But your reward isn't being crushed between his toes or launched high into the air after he shakes his sandal to 'flick' the bug off it. It's a goofy smile as he leans down to get a closer look at you. "Yoooo, no way...a tiny dudette." Although his mouth is not directly above you, you can still smell his breath. And it's exactly what you'd expect. "Ahhh right. There is //that// disease going around. But uuuuh...what are you doing //here//? Like...pretty sure this apartment's a complete sausage fest. " You try to answer, but he doesn't seem to actually be listening to you as he takes another hit. "Whoaaa, calm down dudette. Can't //actually// hear you down there." Information that would have been great to know before you started to retell your whole story. "And uuuh...no offense, but you were kinda bumming me out, and I couldn't even hear you." He chuckles. "Liiisten. You're welcome to crash here but I'm not really interested in keeping a //pet//, you know? Too much responsibility, man." You want to tell him he doesn't have to keep you. He doesn't GET to keep you. He just needs to drop you off at those tiny shelters. Once again, he waits for you to finish talking to remind you he "Still can't hear you, dudette." and that's enough to make you understand that if he can't even grab you from between his toes to hear you out, there's no way he'll drive across town to rescue you. "But listen..." His smile becomes a grin. "...if you want to //play//, we could //play//." You don't have to ask what he means, as he squeezes his big toe and second toe together. Trapping you between them and knocking the air from your lungs. He's gentle enough not to make you pop, it's still a tight squeeze. "We can have a good time. Just point to Connor what you want, heh." Although the offer is rather insensitive, especially after just refusing to help you out, you really COULD use a break. You’re going to spend the rest of your life — hopefully not a short one — as a tiny. Just thinking about your future already begins to stress you out. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to fool around when you still can. After all, once you do get your affairs sorted out, you’ll probably never be able to come here again. <<else>>\ Even though you already made your existence clear, you have to redo the whole ritual to get his attention, because the pattern of cracks in the ceiling seem to be more interesting to Connor than you. You climb onto his sandal once more and kick, pound and scratch at his big toe until you create enough of an itch for him to look down. //Of course, you find yourself squeezed between his toes again.// "Ooooh, you're back!" He leans down. "Wassup-" He pauses for a second. "-uuuuh... wait what's your name again? My bad, totally forgot." You want to remind him that you never gave him your name...but you keep your mouth shut to avoid another lecture on how he can't hear you. "Let's juuust stick to dudette. Wassup my dudette? Heh...you back to play?"\ <<if $connorstomp is 1>>\ He wiggles his toes. "Couldn't have enooough of my feet?"\<</if>>\ <<if $connorvore is 1 and $connorstomp is 0>>\ He points to his mouth. "I could go for seconds~"<</if>>\ <<if $connorvore is 1 and $connorstomp is 1>>\ Then, he points to his mouth. "Or you want some shotgunning?<</if>>\ <</if>> [[Point to his feet.->ConnorFT]] [[Point to his mouth.->ConnorMT]] [[You don't want to play.->Apartment 101]]

<<set $connorapp = 1>>\ <<if visited() === 1>>\ If you're about to entrust your life to someone, you might as well as get a good look at them before making any final decisions. And while you really shouldn't judge on appearences, something about him makes you uneasy to put your life on his hands. Age wise, he looks to be somewhere between mid to late twenties. It's hard to tell from your skewed perspective, since he's absolutely gigantic, but you guesss he's slightly shorter than average. //Not counting anyone your size, of course.// He's not exactly skinny, but he's not fat either. Somewhere right between, with just a smidge of muscle. A black beauty mark on his right cheek stands out against his porcelain skin. His green hued eyes are completely glued to an empty spot on the wall while he scratches the stuble on his chin. He's wearing a colorful baja jacket with rows of black, green, white, blue, and red...which is a total contrast to his baggy grey sweatpants. The latter of which are a similar color to his beanie that's containing some of his straight brown hair that ends just past his shoulders. Finally, he's wearing a pair of leather sandals. <<else>>\ You check him out again. Not because you find him attractive or anything...maybe. Well, he isn't ugly. You might even say he's...kind of charming? Age wise, he looks to be somewhere between early to mid twenties. It's hard to tell from your skewed perspective, since he's absolutely gigantic, but you guesss he's slightly shorter than average. //Not counting anyone your size, of course.// He's not exactly skinny, but he's not fat either. Somewhere right between, with just a smidge of muscle. A black beauty mark on his right cheek stands out against his porcelain skin. His green hued eyes are completely glued to an empty spot on the wall while he scratches the stuble on his chin. He's wearing a colorful baja jacket with rows of black, green, yellow, and red...which is a total contrast to his baggy grey sweatpants. The latter of which are a similar color to his beanie that's containing some of his straight brown hair that ends just past his shoulders. Finally, he's wearing a pair of leather sandals. <</if>>\ [[Approach him.->Connor]] [[Bail.->Apartment 101]]

There is no applause when you crawl to the blistering hot sidewalk and immediatelly find yourself engulfed by shadow. //That was fast.// You think, as you look up to see the sky replaced entirely by the soles of a sneaker. They're relatively new, although you can see small pebbles adorning the threads. Still, the black skull logo is visible and not at all fading, so it can't be that worn out. Above the skull, also in black letters, is ''YOU'RE''. Below the skull, ''DEAD''. There's a brief second where you ponder if this edgy design wasn't entirely for aesthetics. Pest-sized women have been around long enough for manufacturers to capitalize on it. It's entirely possible — if not outright suspicious — considering the text is displayed on the bottom of the shoe. Where most people wouldn't see it. Then again, you're not most people anymore. For some, you wouldn't even be considered a person. //''CRUNCH''.// Your monologue ends when the sneaker slams down. Pulverizing you into a gory crimson paste that adheres to both the massive shoewear and the unyielding concrete. Making one bloody string that connects to them both, then ultimately snaps when your killer's foot lifts. You wouldn't have known, but he was jogging when he ultimately obliterated you. He liked to focus on his music while running, so he tended to stick to tiny-unfriendly neighbourhoods, so he didn't have to bother looking down to see whether a dumb little thing was about to ruin his exercise. Because really, what sort of tiny person would put themselves directly in the path of hundreds of people? Someone that wanted to die, that's who.

"//Nooooo waaaay.//" He grins while dragging his words. "You //actually// want me to step on you? That's freaky, man." If his cocky tone hadn’t made it clear that Connor was relishing in teasing you, the fact he slowly wiggled his toes — while you still trapped between them — should be enough proof. “Can’t say I get it, but no judgement dudette. If anything, makes it easier on me. Don’t have to do anything but sit back and relax.” Connor reclines in his bean bag, putting considerable distance between you two, and his gaze wonders again. He stops gripping you for a couple of seconds, then takes another drag from his joint. A long pause follows, and you start to wonder if he actually forgot about you mid-conversation. Your unasked question is answered when his foot, the same one you’re sharing a sandal with, lifts up. Only a little, due to the leather straps, but more than enough. You look up as the expansive bare sole moves forwards until it’s above you. It dawns on you how small you actually are. With little force, Connor could actually make you pop beneath his feet. You really should have told him to be gentle. //Too late.// You think. //Even if it wasn’t, Connor’s clearly not interested in hearing what you have to say.// His foot rams onto you, and a myriad of sensations overwhelm you. It’s warm, really warm. Way more than you’d expected from someone just sitting in his living room. It’s both soft and heavy at the same time. The sandal beneath you is unforgiving, undoubtedly because whatever cushion it came with was long stomped to nothingness, but you sink face-first against his skin. It molds around your body rather than crush it. That’s because, even though you feel completely trapped by his weight, Connor isn’t actually putting any weight on you. If he //were// to stand up though…you’d be a bloody dot. But as of right now, despite feeling like you were buried under a truckload, you weren’t feeling any pain. Honestly, it would have been quite cozy if not for the fact you could barely breathe. Your feeble hands could only manage to push his skin off your nose for a couple of seconds before your strength gave away, and you were suffocated again. Plus, it wasn’t great that whatever air you could inhale was tainted by his feet. Of course, being under his foot meant the smell was really strong, but it wasn’t as bad as you’d imagine. The mere fact your puny body wasn’t knocked out by it was testament to it. Then, Connor dragged his foot back. Scraping you against the sandal as you were pulled alongside by friction. Only stopping when it returned to the original position. “Heh…can barely feel you down there.” You manage to hear his loud voice, even if it was muffled. “You must be having the time of your life down there…no need to hold back dudette. Enjoy to the fullest~” Well, you did ask for this, didn’t you. You wanted this. This was your choice. Honestly? It wasn’t bad. It was like being under a warm weighted blanket. Except for the part that Connor would lift his foot, only to bring it down again. Smashing your face further against his sole and forcing you to drink in the odor all over again. You felt absolutely pathetic. So small this man could entrap you with his foot. Hold complete dominion over you, without even applying any actual force. No, if he did apply it, you’d be dead. And there’d be nothing you could do to stop him. Whatever decision his clouded mind chose to make, you’d have to endure it. Of course, you knew Connor wasn’t the type of person who would willingly snuff you out. Oh, but he was the type to draw a total blank on something that happened five minutes ago. Surely he wouldn’t have…right? He literally has a tiny person under his foot…that’s not something you just forget. He said he could feel you! So there’s no way his mind would just erase you from his memories. Still, maybe you should try to get his attention, just in case? [[Better safe than sorry!->ConnorFTS]] [[No way, you trust Connor.->ConnorFTD]]

"Hehe, you want me to lick you all over? Dudetteee...that's kinda hot?" He rests his left cheek against his fist, looking at you with a lopsided grin. "You are lookin' mightyyy edible right now...hehe, edible...man. Get it?" Connor doesn't wait for your response before his trail of thought moves on. "Man, I could go for an edible right now. But I guess //you'll// have to do." Intentionally or not, his boulder-like toes keep their grip and prevent you from escaping as he bends down to grab you. You're pinched between his thumb and index finger and lifted high into the air. Well, technically he just raises you to his eye-level, but for someone your size travelling such large distances in a manner of seconds leaves you lightheaded. Unaware and uninterested of how his actions affected you, he continues on. "I'm not gonnna lie dudette...it's probably gonna be trippy inside my mouth, but like, you're the one that wanted this." As if to prove his point, Connor takes a slow, deep drag of his joint. Then, he brings you closer to his face...and releases a cloud of marijuana right in yours. It stinks so bad, you can't help but start coughing, as if your lungs were trying to expel something poisonous. Technically, with how small you are, it's entirely possible you were breathing far more weed than your body could take. Even your eyes started to water. Connor just //laughs// at you. "My baaad. I thought you could take it. Guess you're weaker than I thought...." There's a brief pause where Connor seems to consider that someone your size probably can't handle the fumes he'll be hotboxing you with. "...But I //really// want my tongue to play with you...so you don't mind, right?" <<linkreplace "Actually, you do mind. In retrospect, getting in a stoner's mouth is a terrible idea!">> ''Actually, you do mind. In retrospect, getting in a stoner's mouth is a terrible idea!'' If Connor hears you asking him to stop — which he might not, given your face is buried against his thumb — he doesn't comply. But since he stars to peer presure you, he must have at least noticed your squirming. "Yooo dudetteee, no need to freak out. Chill. I'm not gonna swallow you or anything...come on, just for a little while~ I wanna see if I can //taste// you." Seems like Connor's not taking no for an answer. You may have been the one who initially asked for his mouth, but now he's the one taking the reigns. [[Seems like you have no other option...->ConnorMT2]]\ <</linkreplace>> [[You don't mind. It actually sounds quite relaxing.->ConnorMT2]]

<<set $connorstomp = 1>>\ <<if $connorvore is 1 and $connorstomp is 1>> <<run memorize("connornonfatal", true)>><<run memorize("connorachievement", true)>>\<</if>> You decide not to risk it and take the cautious approach. Your life’s on the line and Connor’s never given you the impression he’s the reliable sort. Pinned under his weight, your choices are pretty limited. You don’t have the range to deliver a proper kick or punch. You’ve already been occasionally using your hands to push against his skin so you can breathe, and if that wasn’t enough to remind him there was a tiny person under his foot before, there’s no reason it would now. Desperation grows at the thought of being forgotten in such a dangerous spot. So you scratch, or at least try to as your nails fail to pierce the skin. You squirm, hoping you’ll eventually crawl from under him, even though you know it’d take hours for you to make any significant progress. Your struggle seems to finally catch his attention. “Hmm?” You hear his loud voice coming from above. //“Oooh riiiiight. Sorry dudette, totally spaced out.”// There’s a brief pause. “Weeeell…I guess you //were// having the time of your life, hehe, so no biggie.” He forgives himself, seemingly mistaking your struggles for something more intimate than they were. In all fairness, it’s not like he’d be able to tell the difference between you wiggling and humping. For all he knows, you were enjoying being smushed underneath his bare soles. And maybe you were. Connor increases the weight on you slightly as he pivots his bare foot all over your face. Well, your entire body for that matter. Rubbing your face against his solo time before he finally lets you go. Freedom coming in the form of him lifting his foot and shaking his sandal until you plopped out. You stagger, dizzy from the experience, having to take a few minutes to compose yourself. “Heh…can’t believe that was enough to make you cum.” He takes another drag. “Come back anytime~” [[ You stagger back to the center of the apartment, having to take a few minutes to compose yourself.->Apartment 101]]

<<run memorize("connorfootdeath", true)>>\ <<run memorize("connorachievement", true)>>\ Alright, sure. He looked and acted the part of someone who'd lose their head if it wasn't attached to their body, but surely he wouldn't forget about an experience this novel? After teasing you about it? When your face was still pressed against his foot? He might be high as a kite, but surely his memory couldn't erase you this quickly? Turns out, it could. Given, this wasn't entirely the weed's fault. It definitely contributed, but Connor had always been absent-minded. Plus, if people can look for the phone they're already holding or their glasses on their head, then it's not outrageous he'd forget you existed. After what felt like hours, your misplaced faith in Connor is rewarded with a painful demise when he finally stands up. Before, the bean bag was the one bearing his weight, and now it was you. The microscopic depression on his sole that you sunk into suddenly hardened, pushing you back towards the sandal. You heard your own bones start to crack, then you //felt// them fracture. Your screams of pain completely muffled by the tons of skin above. Dark red spots danced in your vision as the pressure inside your skull became worse and worse. Your entire being aching with agony at the unsurvivable pressure you were forced to endure. His entire weight came down once Connor lifted himself off the bean bag and stood up to his full weight. You didn’t last even a couple of seconds, even though it felt like it was dragging for eternity. Connor never felt your puny body going ‘blip’ between him and his sandal. Nor did he really notice the red wet dot of gore you had become. You were pretty damn miniscule after all. And he had far bigger concerns to muse about, like what he should order to fight off the munchies. It’d take an entire day for Connor to ‘sober up’, and by then, you had already been baked by his body heat into a stain on his sandal. And without a single recollection of who you were, he simply continued his life without ever realizing what had truly transpired.

<<set $connorvore = 1>>\ <<if $connorvore is 1 and $connorstomp is 1>> <<run memorize("connornonfatal", true)>><<run memorize("connorachievement", true)>>\<</if>> You flail around, yelling as loud as you can for Connor to let you out. You don't wanna die in this stupid druggie's mouth because he forgot about you, and ended up eating an edible with you still inside. Or maybe he'd fall asleep, and you'd eventually drown in his saliva. Or maybe he'd smoke again, and you'd end up pulled deepr into his body by the suction. Paranoid or not, your mind can't help but conjure a thousand and one ways that this guy could kill you. So you throw the biggest tantrum you still can before he discover an even dumber way to end your miserable existence. It feel like ages before there's any sort of reaction. You're suddenly pushed against his palate again, which somehow makes you realize he hadn't moved his tongue for a while. Moved //you// for a while. You nearly suffocate against it before his monstrously sized tongue relents and drops down. At the same time, blinding light begins to pour into your dark reality. You protectively cover your eyes with your hands, so you don't see his massive finger about to pummel right onto you. Connor uses his digit to rub you against his entire tongue one more time. Clearly trying to take advantage of you for as long as he can. A futile attempt to burn the memory of your taste in his mind. When it's finally over, he takes his finger off his mouth, as well as your saliva-coated body which sticks to it like a fly to fly paper. "Maaan, you're pretty tasty for a crumb." Brief confusion flashes in his features. "Uuuh...I think. Kinda hard to tell at your size...maybe you should remind me." It takes you a moment before you procress that he's not being forgetful, but actually using a pick-up line on you. You should have realized it sooner by his cocky smile, but you're really fucking high, so you get a pass. "Looks like you had a //realllly// good time in there. I'll let you chill, but come back anytime dudette." You thought he was showing surprising care for someone so dismissive until he rubbed your wet figure against the floor. Still, it was...kinda nice that he told you to rest up. Because you definatelly needed before you could stand up again. [[You walk away from the smoke machine next to you and clean yourself from his spit the best you can.->Apartment 101]]

<<run memorize("connormouthdeath", true)>>\ <<run memorize("connorachievement", true)>>\ It's all good. Connor was literally humming at your taste earlier. If he can taste you on his tongue, there's no way you're in any danger. He promised he wouldn't eat you. So you have nothing to fret about. That thought kept you from freaking out for an unreasonable amount of time. You really //should// have known something was wrong. But the longer you stayed inside his mouth, the more your thoughts turned to mush. You were way too out of it to make any reasonable decisions...although one could argue getting yourself in this situation meant you were never using your head to begin with. And unfortunately for you, neither was Connor. He had long forgotten he had your crumb-sized body on his tongue. Which would have been absurd...if you were the only crumb in his mouth. You had seen remnants of his meal lingering on his tongue before. In fact, some of what you had previously mistaken as him teasing you, was him just trying to dislodge something between his teeth. For all he knew, he just needed to wash everything down with some beer. That's exactly what he did. Plus, with all that smoking making his lips dry, he was bound to drink something soon enough. Really, it was your fault for thinking you'd still be safe while literally inside someone's mouth. Or at least, for thinking you could survive hotboxing in such a dangerous place while putting your destiny in the hands of the most unreliable person on Earth. You didn't even react when your vision was overtaken by a yellow deluge. Nor when you found yourself spinning around underwater. You didn't understand what was happening or the danger you were in. Treating the whole experience as nothing but a bad trip. You continued to chill out even when you were deposited inside his stomach. Landing on your back on a mountain of digested potato chips. Not that you could see them, since the entire chamber was pitch-black. But you could only be relaxed for so long while inside a stomach. It only took a couple of minutes before //something// startled you. It felt like...a bug. Biting your skin and taking a big chomp of it. You screamed, looking at your limbs and seeing nothing but an infestation. You tried to brush them off, but your hand simply passed through them. Worse, they took the opportunity to bite your hands too. Still, you persisted. You had no way of knowing that what was killing you wasn't insects, but gastric juice. Slowly melting off pieces of your body and devouring them immediately. You were so small, it broke you down with ease. Your ruckus only fastened your death, as you splashed more acid onto yourself. Eventually, your legs snapped from your torso and you fell down into the acids and never emerged. Had Connor remembered you, he might have dismissed you as a hallucination from getting too high. But he didn't. Your time with him was so insignificant that you failed to make a lasting memory. And he simply continued his routine without ever thinking of you again. Which was regretable, because if he was really going to accidentally eat a tiny woman, he would really have wanted to remember how they taste like.

<<if visited() === 1>>\ This is one of the saddest homes you've ever seen. The only faintly redeeming feature is a zataku table — a Japanese low table — in the center of the room, with four pillows on each side, as well as the multiple tatami mats that surround it. But other than that, the apartment feels utterly devoid of furniture. Only makeshift replacements for what should be there. There's two metal drying racks overflowing with expensive brand clothes. There's so much shit hanging up, that the owner is either running a laundromat business, or he doesn't own a wardrobe. Given that under the drying racks are also luxury shoes, you assume the latter. Tucked in the very corner, next to those shoes, is a collection of purses. And while there's nothing wrong with that, it becomes suspicious when combined with the wallets and loose credit cards spread under the zataku table. Above it is an ash tray and various boxes of cigarettes. Some empty while others look unopened. In one corner sits a trash bin. There's nothing unexpected about seeing cigarettes there, but it seems there also seems to be quite a bit of envelopes and letters crumpled up. And...no, that's it. Well, plus the guy sitting down at the table scrolling through his phone. But as for actual furniture...there's nothing else. <<else>>\ This place is still sketchy as fuck. In the center of the room are nine tatami mats arranged into one large square. In the middle one, is a zataku table with pillows on all four sides. One of which is occupied. There's wallets and loose credit cards spread under the table, while above it is an ash tray and various boxes of cigarettes. Some empty while others look unopened. Rather than a wardrobe, there's two metal drying racks overflowing with expensive brand clothes. Under the drying racks are also luxury shoes. Next to them is a collection of purses tucked into the corner. In one corner sits a trash bin, with the trash mainly consisting of cigarettes and crumpled letters. <</if>>\ <<if $kenjifailtest is true>>Just thinking of getting closer to Kenji makes your stomach hurl. You're better off sticking to the sidelines. <<else>>\<</if>>\ <<if $kenjiapp is 1 and $kenjifailtest is false>>\ [[Approach him.->Kenji]] <</if>>\ [[Check him out. ->KenjiAppearence]] [[Leave.->Hallway]]

"Hehe, //Awesome.//" Connor opens his mouth once again. Last time only enough to blow smoke straight onto your face, but this time more than enough to give you a full view of what you're getting yourself into. It's huge. That's what first comes to mind upon seeing the massive cavern layed out before you. Of course you've seen the inside of a mouth before, but there's something jawdropping about the sheer scale of Connor's. Obviously, this is more to do with your affliction, but you'd also be correct in guessing the stoner's mouth was larger than the average person's. A fact he also discovered when he and his friends competed to see who could fit more marshmallows in their mouth, and he easily beat second place by eight. His tongue, which was also huge, rolled out to welcome you like a red carpet. There's not as much saliva as one might expect, perhaps drying out from all the smoking. What you do see on his tongue is the remnants of...well, something. You're not sure what, but he must have just eaten to leave such a mess. His breath doesn't clue you in, since it's so overwhelmingly tainted by his joint. At the very end of the 'cavern' is a black void that leads further into his digestive system, and the only way to discover the contents of his previous meal. It's not like Connor would answer you, and there's a chance he couldn't. But you're not particularly inclined to solve that mystery. While you muse about his latest meal, Connor is more preoccupied with his next one. He lets go of you...and you scream. You may have only been a few centimeters above his tongue, but that's quite a distance when you're less than a centimeter. Something he either doesn't take into consideration or doesn't care about. Thankfully, your crash landing doesn't injure you. The sea of tastebuds beneath you feel quite smushy, actually. Connor's tongue retracts back to its home, and he closes his mouth, sealing you into pitch-black darkness. Not one second after, you're slammed against his hard palate. He rubs you around, clearly trying to discern what you taste like. You must be delicious, from the sound of his "//Hmmmm~//" that reverberates through you. He continues to move you around without giving you a moment of respite. Pinning you against his cheek while he presses a finger against your form, rubbing you against his gums, and even trying to rest his tongue on top of you. Dry as he might have been, the process of toying around with you eventually starts to fill his mouth with saliva, and you become drenched in no time. Which only makes the experience far more pleasant. As you move way more smoothly across his tongue and mouth. Or maybe, that’s just the weed talking. You’re effectively hotboxed inside his mouth. Getting higher and higher…maybe even more than Connor himself. Your tolerance is leagues lower just from your newfound size. And you…love it. You feel far more relaxed than you’ve ever been. All your worries about being a tiny disappear, completely replaced by the therapeutic sensations of exploring every inch of his mouth. It feels so nice, you may have even let out a few moans. You doubt Connor heard them, because you know he’d have teased the hell out of you. And he didn’t. … Or did he? Honestly, reality was becoming a blur of sensations, and you weren’t really sure what was happening. At times, everything seemed really slow…and then way too fast. It was hard to think straight, and near impossible to put memories in order. Which is why you had such difficulty in telling how long you’ve spent in his mouth. Had it been just a few minutes? A whole hour? …Multiple hours? No…no way. Connor was clearly having a good time, but he would eventually have spat you out. If not, just so he can smoke again. Or did he already? He may have when he pinned you under his tongue… You try to tell yourself your paranoia isn’t warranted, just a side effect of being this high. Unless... [[It's fine. Everything's fine. You're just paranoid->ConnorMTD]] [[No...No. No! This isn't good! Get out now! ->ConnorMTS]]

<<set $ryanapp = 1>>\ <<if visited() === 1>>\ You've never met this guy before, but you've met hundreds of him. At the gym, at the bar, at your college campus. Guys who think they're super hot, and expect you to treat them like they're super hot. Sadly, they're correct, but that's //usually// not enough for you to overlook how obnoxious they are. At least, that's the vibe you get just from looking at him. For all you know, your judgement could be completely misplaced. As for his actual appearance...well, he has the body typical of a jock. He has well-defined muscles in all the right places, but not to the point that it looks grotesque. He looks pretty young. You'd guess nineteen and twenty four. You're pretty sure he's taller than six feet, but it's not easy to tell when he towers over you like a greek titan. In fact, that's what he looks like. Those ancient Greek statues that have large biceps, a six-pack, round ass, and supple thighs. What does grab you attention the most is his pectorals, which bounce ever so slightly as he jogs on the treadmill. It’s subtle, but still noticeable. Once you’re through ogling his body, you focus on the rest of his characteristics. He has bright ginger hair, blue eyes, and his skin is riddled with freckles. Or at least that’s true for his face, shoulders, arms, and legs. Since the rest is covered up. He doesn’t have any body hair, except for his armpit, which you catch a glimpse of when he wipes his forehead with a towel. You do spot two cartoon dumbells tattooed on his shoulder, right above another tattoo that spells 'Marissa'. After a few seconds, you correctly deduce the dumbells are just covers for the name of his ex girlfriends. He's wearing a sleeveless white tank top that's become pratically see-through due to sweat, as well as red short shorts. "ARE YOU NASTY?" Is written with white letters on the back, although the legibility is slightly deformed by his bubble butt. His running shoes happen to match with the rest of his clothes, having both white and red. Technically while not relevant to his appearence, you do spot a gym bag slumped over his couch. Which is only relevant because scribbled with a black permanent marker is the name 'Ryan Mackenzie'. <<else>>\ You catch yourself looking at Ryan Mackenzie again. You mentally want to slap yourself for being such a creep, but damn he looks good. But who can blame you when he got the body of a Greek god? He has well-defined muscles in all the right places, but not to the point that it looks grotesque. He looks pretty young. You'd guess nineteen and twenty four. You're pretty sure he's taller than six feet, but it's not easy to tell when you're this small. You almost start drooling as your gaze moves over his large biceps, his six-pack, his round ass, his pecs as they bounce on the treadmill, and his supple thighs. Once you’re through ogling his body, you focus on the rest of his characteristics. He has bright ginger hair, blue eyes, and his skin is riddled with freckles. Or at least that’s true for his face, shoulders, arms, and legs. Since the rest is covered up. He doesn’t have any body hair except for his armpit, Two cartoon dumbells tattooed on his shoulder cover the name of previous girlfriends, with the name 'Marissa' tattooed next. He's wearing a sleeveless white tank top that's become practically see-through due to sweat, as well as red short shorts. "ARE YOU NASTY?" Is written with white letters on the back, although the legibility is slightly deformed by his bubble butt. His running shoes happen to match with the rest of his clothes, having both white and red. <</if>>\ [[Approach him.->Ryan]] [[Bail.->Apartment 102]]

Ryan's currently working out on his //loud// treadmill and watching his //loud// sports match. It's not going to be easy catching his attention. Your puny voice isn't gonna make the cut, and you're nowhere near his field of vision. He seems completely lazer focused on the game. Honestly, this is just bad timing on your part. Eventually, the game's going to end. And even if he just switches the channel, he can't exercise forever. He's bound to hop off. Just by him turning it off, your chances of making contact would greatly increase. Even if he kept the television on, you could just start climbing him once he stopped moving. So one option is to just wait it out. It shouldn't take too long. On the other hand...you coouuuld...maybe...try to climb him now. That's...an idea. A terrible idea that you immediatelly regret thinking. It'd take a godly amount of luck and precision for you to hop onto his shoes. You're more likely to just end up missing and being thrown off by the belt. Or would you end up crushed by machine and spit back out at the beginning? Regardless...it's take a herculean strenght to hold onto his shoes as Ryan keeps on jogging. But you'd have to hold on AND climb him at the same time. It sounds impossible...but then again, every minute spent as a speck in this apartment is another torterous moment where the gentlest of forces could kill you. You do need help as soon as possible. Or you can...not? Ryan doesn't particularly give the impression of a gentle giant. Just a giant. Who knows if you even //want// to be noticed by him. <<linkreplace "Yes it's risky, but you really need his help now!">> ''Yes it's risky, but you really need his help now!'' ...Are you serious? You're really going to join share a treadmill with a sweaty titan that's not just walking but outright running so you'll have a chance at climbing his leg, while he's still actively exercising? Are you //really// that desperate? Is that what you've been reduced to on day one of being a tiny? Or are you secretly hoping you'll fail so this nightmare will be over? ...Are you sure? [[Yes, I am sure.->ConnorTREADS]]\ <</linkreplace>> [[Obviously just wait it out.->RyanChoice]] [[You really should just go for someone else.->Apartment 102]]

One hour and twenty minutes later, the game finally came to an end, and Ryan turned off his treadmill. The wait was agonizingly long, but you made yourself useful by climbing the beer crate used as an end table. Only an imbecile would throw themselves onto a sweaty titan's exercising equipment, but it'd also be pretty bad to be a tiny speck on the floor when he finally hopped off. You're not looking forward to meeting those size thirteen sneakers! Your hard work seems to pay off. Not only are you not crushed beneath his weight, but when Ryan reaches for his protein powder for a post-workout protein shake, his blue-hued eyes are inavertedly drawn by your form as your clothes stickout against the black container. There's a brief pause...and you start to worry he's mistaken you for some weird-looking insect. Or worse, that does know who you are, but will still treat you as one. His smile pushes those thoughts away...but a different fear floods your heart when it turns into a mocking sneer. "Look lady, just 'cause you you wanna admire the goods doesn't mean you're welcome here." Ryan shows off by flexing his bicep. He looks down at you like he's doing a massive favor just for letting you see it. //Sure. It's huge. Bigger than you even, but that's not what you're here for.// is what you try to say, but he cuts you off before you can utter a sylable. "Just kidding. I know you're not here for me." ...A surprisingly display of wisdom for someone who was just boasting about his looks. "Nah, I'm waaay outta your league. Nobody's //that// delusional." Nevermind. "Wait. Let me check-" He squats. Replacing your horizon from his large muscular thighs with his eyes. "-Nope, yeah. I wouldn't even have looked your way before you became a pathetic bug." He lifts himself back up again. "Heh. You're so small it's really funckin' funny. I'm already huge...I must look like a ''god'' to you. I mean...actually, I am, right? A god? At least to your sorry ass." Yeah, you screwed up. You shouldn't have come here at all. Just hearing him talk sends a chill down your spine. Makes you want to run away from this guy. "You know, it's my first time seeing one of your kind. I guess most women your size know better than to stay in my way. So you lots were never really in my radar. But seeing you right now...it's giving me all sorts of ide-" His monologue is cut short when he notices you trying to climb down. His palm comes down directly next to you with precise force. Nearly crushing you under it. "Naaaah. You're not gonna ruin this for me. Who knows when I'll have the chance to find a dumb bitch in my apartment like you?" He snickers. "But you know what? I'll be nice...I'll let you choose. Yeah, see? I'm a gentleman." His bloodthirsty smile tells otherwise. "Sooo...what will it be? Do you want to touch my muscles?" He flexes once again. "Or want a taste of my family jewels?" To which he grabs his crotch and shows the visible bulge that has formed on his shorts. <<linkreplace "Neither?">> ''Neither?'' He frowns. "You hard of hearing or something? 'Cause I don't remember saying that was an option." <</linkreplace>> [[His...muscles?->RyanMuscles]] [[His...crotch?->RyanCrotch]]

<<run memorize("Ryanachievement", true)>>\ <<run memorize("ryanstomp", true)>>\ Guess you're really doing this. You keep rationalizing as to why this isn't a terrible idea as you march towards the treadmill. Which takes so long, you eventually run out of excuses and have to silently walk with the knowledge that you're about to get yourself killed. You wonder if that's what goes through people's mind when they perform risky motorcycle stunts with minimun safety equipment. Do they also just accept that this is a truly dumb idea...but that they're going through regardless? Well, that's what goes in your head as you scale the treadmill's side rail. Ryan's booming footsteps are painfully loud this close. Each of his steps shaking the entire machine — and thus you. You senselessly try to ignore this obvious bad omen and focus on your mission. For your plan to work, you have to time it perfectly, so you spend some time studying his rhythm until you're confident you can match it. Then...you hop onto the belt. Regret washes over you as you're accelerated to an unberable speed. The world becomes a blur of shapes and colors as your brains struggle to understand the overload of visual information fed through your eyes. Nobody, not even you, hear your own screams as they're simply drowned by much louder noises. The treadmill running, Ryan's jogging, the sports comentators talking about the match. Heck, even his sweat droplets hitting the floor. Then, everything goes dark. And the only sound you hear is of your own bones breaking. You hear your own skull fracture. You hear pops and splatters. You hear your spine crack. Then you hear your eardrum exploding and rendering you deaf. It's no wonder you crumple like a bloody paper towel after placing yourself directly under someone who would have been considered a giant even by people who hadn't shrunk. During some high-energy exercise. Of course you'd die immediatelly. ... ... <<linkreplace "Wait, you're still alive?">> ''Wait, you're still alive?'' Yes, but not due some miracle that kept you unharmed. You're definatelly a dying mangled mess that can't even move a pinkie. It's just that you're a dying mass rather than a dead one. Although not by much longer, because the large finger poking your twitching form comes close to almost crushing your abomden multiple times. Instead, it just causes agony beyond belief. "You're one brainless chick, huh?" Is what you would have heard if you could still hear. "Who the fuck jumps onto a treadmill that's already being used? Let alone a small tiny like you. If you were begging to be killed, you could have at least let me enjoy it. Selfish //bitch//." His insults are harsh, but not entirely untrue. They're not entirely true either. Against all odds, you had perfectly timed your plan. You would have crashed against the front of his sneaker rather than be destroyed underneath it. It just so happened that literally a second before you jumped, Ryan increased the machine's speed and picked up the pace. Still, any blame for your death he might have, yours far exceed it. "Rot in hell." Is the last thing he says before his finger comes down once again. But this time, it doesn't hold back. And your remains are liquified into a small red stain. Which is later wiped against the front of his sweaty tank top.<</linkreplace>>

<<set $kenjiapp = 1>>\ <<if visited() === 1>>\ The man before you is skinny and very tall. You'd describe him as lanky, although he does seem to have //some// muscle. His tanned skin is decorated with piercings — mostly around his eyebrows and on his earlobe. His blonde wavy hair cascades all the way to the middle of his back and his purple eyes seem entirely fixated on his phone. He's wearing a simple white shirt that's mostly covered by a black leather jacket. The shoulders have black metal spikes on them, and the back is addorned with the picture of a giant riding a motorcycle down a street. You recognize the logo as the one used by a local motorcycle gang, although even if you did, the words 'The New Giants' in yellow text are also sown around it. He's wearing ripped skinny jeans that are kept in place by a black belt. You heard you're not supposed to wear shoes on tatami mats, either he's unaware about the rule or he doesn't care, as he got black boots with bright teal shoelaces on. Lastly, his nails are also painted black. Perhaps his favorite color? Besides his piercings, he's also wearing various rings and a tag necklace with the name 'Kenji' written on it. You quickly deduce he must be Kenji Tanaka, given that's the name among one of the lost credit cards under the table. <<else>>\ Kenji's still as stylish as ever. He's wearing a simple white shirt that's mostly covered by a black leather jacket. The shoulders have black metal spikes on them, and the back is addorned with the picture of a giant riding a motorcycle down a street. The logo's surrounded by 'The New Giants' in yellow. He's wearing ripped skinny jeans that are kept in place by a black belt. Which also matches his black boots, which have bright teal shoelaces. Lastly, his nails are also painted black. He's quite tall and skinny, with just a small amount of muscle. His tanned skin is decorated with piercings — mostly around his eyebrows and on his earlobe. His blonde wavy hair cascades all the way to the middle of his back and his purple eyes seem entirely fixated on his phone. Besides his piercings, he's also wearing various rings and a tag necklace with the name 'Kenji' written on it. <</if>>\ <<if $kenjifailtest is true>>Handsome as he may be, just thinking of getting closer to Kenji makes your stomach hurl. You're better off sticking to the sidelines. <<else>>\<</if>>\ <<if $kenjiapp is 1 and $kenjifailtest is false>>\ [[Approach him.->Kenji]] <</if>>\ [[Bail.->Apartment 104]]

<<run memorize("Ryanachievement", true)>>\ <<run memorize("ryancrotch", true)>>\ "Slut." Is the last thing you hear before the sky is replaced with his fingerprint. It smashes on top of you. You yell in pure anguish as it feels like your body is about to burst open like a bloody water balloon. He comes close to crushing you like a bug...but then lifts his finger, and you come along with it. That's not surprising, since they're coated with sweat that he wiped from his forehead. You're unsure if he knows how close he came to killing you right there, but what you're sure about is that he'd find it hilarious if he did. And at the same time, annoyed that you broke before he could have any fun. With one hand, he holds the waistband of his shorts and briefs. With the other, he scrapes you against the inside of his underwear. Despite being pressed against fabric, it still //hurts// like it's a brick wall. He has to swipe again to unstick you from his finger. Then, he watches you roll down his underwear with a sick grin. You feel his body odor and body heat far before you actually touch him. Having spent hours exercising, the heat irradiating off him is unbearable. Combined with how humid the air is, no doubt from his sweat and musk, it feels like you've been transported to a tropical forest. You take solace in the fact that it must be even more intense on his pubes...or at least you would have, but the overwhelming smell of his manhood keeps you from focusing on anything else. It's so potent, that you end up coughing multiple times. It feels like his hormones are invading your brain and shutting down your neurons...but you're probably not small enough for that to happen. It doesn't take long before you land right next to his massive ballsack. At this point, the warmth is way past uncomfortable. It feels like at any time, you might enter the first stages of heatstroke. While it could be an exaggeration, that's at least what it feels like. Things only get worse when the fabric below you suddenly gives. Unbeknown to you, Ryan is pinching the bottom of his underwear. It creates a ditch that you fall into. He repeats the process twice, essentially moving you forward, until you're not just next to his balls...but under them. For something that didn't look that heavy, they certainly were. You were bearing felt like an oceanic amount of cum. You swear you could hear it slosh above you with the smallest of movements. With that said, your torment wasn't deadly. Sure, the pressure was literally suffocating you, but you hadn't been turned into paste either. You could probably survive this. Then, Ryan started running. Whatever energy he lost during his workout, he immediately regained the thought of teabagging you over and over. He chugged some water, then dumped the rest of his bottle over his own head, and began his jog. Just for a few blocks, then he'd check the damage. But he wasn't halfway there when he felt your pitiful resistance just disappear. While you might have endured a gigantic testicle pressing down on you, there's no way you could survive its multiple punches as Ryan ran down the sidewalk. The weight would lift off you for a second, then deliver a full-body beating. Over, and over, and over again. Each attack rendering you weaker than before. Breaking your bones, rupturing your organs, bursting your veins. It continued to pummel you until there was one decisive 'crunch'. Everything just..broke. And without a proper skeleton, you just...folded. Your wet corpse continued to receive blow after blow, until you were truly gone. By the time Ryan returned to his apartment, he couldn't even feel your corpse. Your remains already absorbed by his underwear and crotch. "What a cunt, couldn't even last a day." Ryan didn't think he could actually kill someone with his nuts. "...Wait, that's kinda fire. I guess my balls are pretty killer." Just like that, he was happy again. "No wonder she couldn't handle all of this." Was the last thing he ever said about you as he flexed in front of his reflection.

"Chicks always dig the gains." Is the last thing you hear before the sky is replaced with his fingerprint. You're snatched up by the sweat covering his fingerprint as he raises you towards his right forearm. He positions you right next to his bicep, which is //far// larger than you are. "Hey...think you could survive it?" Your stomach drops as he gives you a mischievous grin. "Because when I saw you, the first thing I thought was...I bet I can crush her with a single flex.". You squirm, but it's futile. "Relaaax. How about we make it a bet? If I win...well, then you're dead meat. And if you win, then I'll let you go. I mean, not sure why you'd want to walk away after seeing me, but you can go back to doing bug-stuff or whatever you were doing before." You don't have a choice. He unilaterally agrees to the deal by placing you on his inner elbow. As you'd expect, there's a film of sweat covering every inch of his skin, and you immediately slip and fall face-first. You try to get up, but are interrupted by the muscular titan flexing the very same arm you're on. He doesn't hear you wheeze from the severe pain he inflicts on you. You're smothered by his muscles and completely unable to move. Or to breathe, for that matter. You can't even smell his body odor because his arm is literally blocking your nose. Instincts activate and you violently panic, trying to find somewhere breatheable, but your search keeps falling short. Well, not entirely. You do end up inhaling his sweat, which only worsens your situation. Unfortunately, that's not the only issue. Ryan is actively testing your limits. Lowkey hoping his mighty biceps are enough to destroy you. He even has a boner thinking about it, but you can't see it from your position. It's terrifying, feeling your own body starting to shut down. Seeing dark spots start to form and coalesce into one inky darkness. Registering that you're about to die. And perhaps worse of all, knowing the person's about to kill you is an egoistical moron. With how bleak your situation is...you might as well as accept it and give up. Anytime now, you'll either suffocate or become a red smear. Even if, against all odds, you don't die...well, you'll still be your pathetic tiny self. You could endure all of this...just to immediately be crushed in the hallway by someone coming home. If you're going to die anyway...might as well be now. If there //is// any shreds of hope in you...you're welcome to try and push yourself to their limits. But it's not going to be easy. <<set _counter = 0>> <span id="push"><<link "Push.">> <<if _counter++ < 15>> <<prepend " #push ">> Push. \ <</prepend>> <<else>> <<goto "RyanPet">> <</if>> <</link>></span> [[Give up.->RyanMusclesD]]

<<if $kenjiquizz is false>>\ <<if visited() === 1>>\ <<set $GovernmentKnowledge = 1>>\ It doesn't take much to get Kenji to stop doomscrolling and to actually see you. That's not to say it wasn't arduous. You have to walk a pretty good distance just to get to the tatami mats, then walk again to reach the center. You start climbing his left thigh, which is only possible because he's just sitting on a pillow rather than a chair, until you reach one of the rips on his jeans. After a couple of kicks, his purple-hued eyes move from his phone to you. So yeah, pretty easy. Just very exhausting. "Shit, Listen-" He starts to panic...then stops. Leans closer to you and squints his eyes. He breathes a sigh of relief. "-...Sorry, thought you were someone else." You furrow your eyebrows. Who did he mistake you for? Are there...other tiny women in the apartment complex? "What are you, a cop?" He smirks. "Didn't know they gave badges to people your size." You catch on that he's not gonna tell you. Besides, it's not like you need to know. You just need his help. "Oh? What's in it for me?" You open your mouth, but he beats you to it. "And before you say it's just a //small favor//, if it's so easy, then you can do it. Sorry sweetheart, but I'm not the type to be taken advtange of." You sigh and offer to pay him after he drops you at the shelter. "...Yeah, no. I'm not an idiot, everyone knows those places pratically drain your finances with all their fees. Then you'll have no way of paying me back. Let's do it the other way around. You pay me first, then I drop you off. But just as a heads up, you'll probable be turned away after I empty- I mean, after you pay //my fees//. But hey, I could bring you to your family instead or whatever." It takes a while for you to process what he just said. Maybe everyone else was aware, but you didn't know they'd take control of your bank account. You were... well, pretty dismissive about the whole shrinking issue. You never bothered to look into it. "From how pale you look, I'm guessing you don't have any family." You don't. "Then how about this? I'm not gonna just house a freeloader, but I wooould take care of my girlfriend. " Your jaw drops. Is the guy really about to force you into a relationship? "...But I ain't about to date anyone either. We'll have to see if we're compatible first. I'll ask you a couple of questions...if you pass, you can stay. If you don't...well, then you crawl back to the hallway and don't come back. Got it?" He's looks away, about to use his phone again, when he adds one more warning. "Oh, and first impressions are really important to me. You'll only have one shot at this. So be sure you're ready." <<else>>\ You repeat the whole expedition that leads you to Kenji's exposed leg. After a couple of kicks, you catch his attention again. "Change your mind? Guess the outside's world too harsh for someone your size. So, we're gonna do this or are you just wasting my time again?" <</if>>\ [[If it's what it takes...->KenjiQuizz]] [[Yeah, you're not doing this.->Apartment 104]] <<else>> "You already did my test, get out!" [[K. Fuck you Kenji->Apartment 104]] <</if>>\

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''First Floor'' <<if $connorapp is 0 and $ryanapp is 0 and $kenjiapp is 0>>\ You haven't met anyone in this floor yet. <<else>>\ <<if $connorapp is 1>>Apartment 101: Connor ???? - Brown-haired stoner chilling on a bean bag. <<else>>Apartment 101: ????<</if>> <<if $ryanapp is 1>>Apartment 102: Ryan Mackenzie - A ginger jock that's busy exercising. <<else>>Apartment 102: ????<</if>> <<if $nerdapp is 1>>Apartment 103: Nerd. <<else>>Apartment 103: ????<</if>> <<if $kenjiapp is 1>>Apartment 104: Kenji Tanaka - A stylish punk with a suspicious amount of credit cards under his table.<<else>>Apartment 104: ????<</if>> <</if>>\ ''Second Floor'' Apartment 202: Alex Miller - The friend you came to visit, and the one person you know will help you out. <<back>>

Author: Sara377544. Twitter: https://x.com/Sara3775441 Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/tinysara.bsky.social Contact me for questions, bugs or typos. Also if you want to commission scenes or even whole characters to be added (They will get their own apartment and scenes). Or if you want your fanart to appear in the game. Trades are also acceptable. Thanks everyone who playtested the game. Created with Twine 2.11.1 using SugarCube v2 Documentation. <<back>>

<<run memorize("Ryanachievement", true)>>\ <<run memorize("ryanpet", true)>>\ An eternity passes with you trapped in the dark confines between his muscles. Unable to see, breathe or think, you feel more dead than alive. The only thing your oxygen deprived mind can zero in is pushing his bicep away from you. It feels like you keep pushing and pushing and pushing...and nothing happens. Then eventually...something. A sliver of air rushes into your lungs. You audibly gasp as, miraculously, you somehow saved yourself. Your eyes swear with tears. Born from both hope and pain. Right, pain. Now that you're not suffocating, you can feel again. And you feel terrible. There's not an inch of you that isn't aching in agony. Your torture continues for an eternity, but eventually does come to an end. You're so tired, you just slump down onto his skin. You'd think Ryan would look angry upon seeing you're still alive. But he doesn't. "Hell yeah." He utters while looking straight at you. "Glad to know you won't break if I just //poke// you." His words confuse you...then you realize Ryan wasn't actually trying to kill you. Of course he didn't. This monster of a beefcake probably could have crushed your head between his thighs back when it was still normal. If he really tried to, there's no way you would have survived him flexing. He was holding back...testing to see if you'd explode from whatever he called 'weak'. Turns out...you could. But that doesn't matter. You win the bet, so he has to let you go. "Uuuuuuh-" Now it's his turn to panic. "No...no! I said I ''MIGHT'' let you go. And I just decided I might not. Suck it, bitch." He returns to his confident self. Your stomach drops. He's lying...right? You're sure he didn't say that. Maybe. What did he say again? Honestly you weren't paying close attention. Plus, it's hard to remember anything before your brief encounter with death. Either way, it doesn't matter. Even if he's wrong, and not just lying, there's no way he'd ever listen to you. "So listen up, this is how things are going to go. You're mine now." He seems to wait for a response. He huffs when you don't. "You're //weeelcome//? I'm a freaking ten! You should be glad I'm even talking to you." He scoffs. "We'll have to work on your attitude." You start to cry, too weak to argue. "I gotta head out. I have to get a cover-up tattoo." He stops to look at you. "You have any good ideas?" The emotional whiplash leaves you stunned, so you fail to respond. "You're useless. Guess I'll just get another dumbbell." Then, Ryan uncaps his protein powder and drops you inside. "Hey, who knows. Once you fix your attitude, I might even get //your// name tattooed. Buuut they probably can't make them that small." He puts the cap back, sealing you into darkness. Marking the start of your new life.

<<set $kenjiquizz = true>>\ <<switch $kenjiquestion>>\ <<case 1>>\ He looks you up and down. "Anyone ever say you have terrible taste in men?" He smirks. "But sure." He picks you up, quite gently too, then places you on the top of his table. "Let's start with an easy one. How do you feel about smokers?" <<set $kenjiquestion = 2>>\ <<linkreplace "You're a smoker yourself.">> ''You're a smoker yourself.'' "That sucks. Don't think they sell 'em your size. If they do, I won't be buying them for you." Jerk. "Anyway, that's not what I asked. Sure you smoke, or used to, but are you gonna handle someone hundreds of times your size smoking around you?" <</linkreplace>> <<link "You find smokers hot.">><<set $kenjilove = $kenjilove + 1>><<set $quizzanswer = "1a">>\<<goto "KenjiQuizz">><</link>> <<link "You don't mind them.">><<set $quizzanswer = "1b">><<goto "KenjiQuizz">><</link>> <<link "It's fine, as long as they don't smoke near you">><<set $quizzanswer = "1c">><<goto "KenjiQuizz">><</link>> <<link "Smoking's an ick.">><<set $quizzanswer = "fail1">><<goto "KenjiRejected">><</link>> <<case 2>>\ <<if $quizzanswer is "1a">>"That so? Or are you just trying to flatter me? Either way, it worked." He snickers.<<elseif $quizzanswer is "1b">>"Then you better not be complainin' if I end up blowing smoke on your cute little face."<<elseif $quizzanswer is "1c">>"That case, you'll be the one moving whenever I smoke, 'kay?"<</if>> "That was an easy one." He's right. You //are// surrounded by cigarette packs. "Let's see...since you wanna live with me, you should know rent's due on the first of every month. How much ya' planning to pay?" <<set $kenjiquestion = 3>> <<link "He really expects you to pay rent? When you literally take up no space?">><<set $quizzanswer = "fail2">><<goto "KenjiRejected">><</link>> <<link "Each person pays proportionally to their size.">><<set $quizzanswer = "fail3">><<goto "KenjiRejected">><</link>> <<link "You take up less space...so you should pay less than half.">><<set $kenjilove = $kenjilove - 1>><<goto "KenjiQuizz">><<set $quizzanswer = "2b">><</link>> <<link "We'll split it halfways.">><<set $quizzanswer = "2c">><<goto "KenjiQuizz">><</link>> <<link "He's doing a huge favor, you'll pay more than half.">><<set $quizzanswer = "2d">><<goto "KenjiQuizz">><</link>> <<link "You'll cover it.">><<set $kenjilove = $kenjilove + 1>><<set $quizzanswer = "2e">><<goto "KenjiQuizz">><</link>> <<case 3>>\ <<if $quizzanswer is "2b">>"Cheapstake." He insults you with a scowl. "But sure, that's fine for now." Despite his words, you don't get the impression he's happy. <<elseif $quizzanswer is "2c">> "Suppose that's fair." He speaks with a flat tone. <<elseif $quizzanswer is "2d">> "Now that's what I like to hear. I am doing you a pretty huge favor. Literally saving you from the streets." And to someone your size, that's more than just being homeless.<<elseif $quizzanswer is "2e">>"Oh wow, all of it? How selfless! Thankfully for you, rent's dirtcheap. Like...really, really cheap." That piques your curiosity, and he seems glad to explain. "The owner offers us a preeetty huge discount because his son stinks up the whole place. Why do you think I have so many incense? That's why. Well, that and some other things." He doesn't say more, so you don't ask.<</if>> "Alright, rent's covered. But you can't just laze around either. How you gonna make yourself useful? //Besides// helping with other bills, 'course." <<linkreplace "What does he want you to do?">> ''What does he want you to do?'' He cocks an eyebrow. "Want you to figure it out." <</linkreplace>> <<link "What does he expect you can do? You're smaller than his nails!">><<set $quizzanswer = "fail4">><<goto "KenjiRejected">><</link>> <<link "You'll...clean around the house?">><<set $quizzanswer = "3a">><<set $kenjilove = $kenjilove + 1>><<goto "KenjiQuizz">><</link>> <<link "You'll help him choose his clothes?">><<set $quizzanswer = "3b">><<goto "KenjiQuizz">><</link>> <<link "He could...step on you? Use you as a stress ball?">><<goto "KenjiRejected">><<set $quizzanswer = "fail5">><</link>> <<set $kenjiquestion = 4>>\ <<case 4>>\ <<if $quizzanswer is "3a">>"Not sure if you actually can, but it would be fun to see you try. Either way, I'm holding you up to it." Well, what else was he expecting? It's not like you can cook or do the laundry.<<elseif $quizzanswer = "3b">>He brings himself closer to you, examining your small figure. "Eeh, let's just each stick to our own styles. I'm very particular with mine, if you haven't noticed." His clothes //do// look very expensive.<</if>> "Hmmm...'Kay." He reaches for his jacket's pocket and takes out a golden lighter. Flicks it open and starts playing with it. He talks while looking at the flame rather than you. "Guess you won't be freeloading off me then, huh? Guess you pass as a roommate. But we gonna be more than that, right? So let's talk about //moving// together." "Are we bringing any of your stuff?" <<link "We should just sell it.">><<goto "KenjiQuizz">><<set $quizzanswer = "4a">><</link>> <<link "Keep them and bring them to his place.">><<set $quizzanswer = "4b">><<goto "KenjiQuizz">><</link>> <<link "He can choose what to keep. Sell the rest.">><<set $quizzanswer = "4c">><<set $kenjilove = $kenjilove + 1>><<goto "KenjiQuizz">><</link>> <<link "Keep them where they are. Two homes are better than one!">><<set $quizzanswer = "4d">><<goto "KenjiQuizz">><</link>> <<link "He's not touching your stuff!">><<goto "KenjiRejected">><<set $quizzanswer = "fail6">><</link>> <<set $kenjiquestion = 5>>\ <<case 5>>\ <<if $quizzanswer is "4a">>"I think you'll mean //I'll// just sell it? It's not like you'll be the one posting a listing online." Well, he's not wrong. <<elseif $quizzanswer is "4b">> "That's not a bad idea, but I'm not gonna do it alone. We'd have to hire a moving company. Oh, and since it's your stuff, you're paying." Of course you are. <<elseif $quizzanswer is "4c">>"Now that's what I'm talking about. I mean, if we're gonna be a couple, we should share our belongings, right? Besides, it's not like you'll be able to use most of it anyways. So really, shouldn't I be the one to decide what we keep?" He has an obnoxious grin on his face.<<elseif $quizzanswer is "4d">>"Huh...that's...I never thought about it befo- wait, no. What happens when your name's on the lease and I'm staying there? Nice try though." You say that shouldn't be a problem as long as you're there, but he remains dismissive.<</if>> "Couples usually have shared bank accounts, right? Should we get one, //babe//?" Despite the pet name, the way he pronounces the last word makes it clear he doesn't have any affection for you. <<link "Of course you'll get one.">><<set $quizzanswer = "5a">><<goto "KenjiQuizz">><</link>> <<link "Doesn't need to, you'll just give him access to yours.">><<set $quizzanswer = "5b">><<set $kenjilove = $kenjilove + 1>><<goto "KenjiQuizz">><</link>> <<link "Doesn't need to, he can just give you access to his.">><<goto "KenjiRejected">><<set $quizzanswer = "fail7">><</link>> <<link "You two can just give each other access to their bank accounts.">><<goto "KenjiRejected">><<set $quizzanswer = "fail8">><</link>> <<link "He's not touching your savings!">><<goto "KenjiRejected">><<set $quizzanswer = "fail9">><</link>> <<set $kenjiquestion = 6>>\ <<case 6>>\ <<if $quizzanswer is "5a">>"We'll have to set up an automatic transfer from your account. You know, for your last paychecks til' you're fired or whatever you do for money." He seems quite knowledgeable about this. <<elseif $quizzanswer is "5b">> "Wooow, leaving all the financial mental load on me, huh? I //gueeeess// I'll do it. But then you can't complain I'm not spending enough on you, 'kay?"<</if>> "Y'know, I have other stuff I gotta do. So somedays I might be gone for a couple of days. Can you take care of yourself while I'm gone?" He cocks his dead. "And don't worry, no wrong answers here~" <<link "He can take you with him!">><<set $quizzanswer = "6a">><<goto "KenjiQuizz">><</link>> <<link "You can. You just can't promise you'll be here when he comes back.">><<set $quizzanswer = "6b">><<goto "KenjiQuizz">><</link>> <<link "You'll miss him, but you could use some alone time, actually.">><<set $kenjilove = $kenjilove + 1>><<set $quizzanswer = "6c">><<goto "KenjiQuizz">><</link>> <<link "Of course you can't! Look at your size!">><<set $quizzanswer = "6d">><<goto "KenjiQuizz">><</link>> <<set $kenjiquestion = 7>>\ <<case 7>>\ <<if $quizzanswer is "6a">>"That's cute, but no. Can't let everyone know I'm dating...someone of your size." Ouch.<<elseif $quizzanswer is "6b">>"Hah! Well, I ain't gonna stop you, but I ain't giving back anything you give me. Good luck on your own~" Despite his arrogant tone, his well wishes do seem genuine.<<elseif $quizzanswer is "6c">>"Can't stand couples who are glued to each other. I know you'll basically depend on me for everything, but you'll have to learn I need my own alone time." Well that's...fair. Heck, it's even kind of mature.<<elseif $quizzanswer is "6d">>"Not much to look at, heh. Not that I'm saying you're ugly. I meant that- y'know-" He keeps talking over himself. "Ugh, you, get it." It seems he got frustated by his own joke. "Guess you'll be my needy lil' pet, huh?"<</if>> "Kind of a two parter. What if, let's say, I left you in my clothes drawer while I was gone?" <<linkreplace "Why would he place you in a drawer?">> ''Why would he place you in a drawer?'' He snickers. "I mean...where else are you going to sleep?" <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Wait...he has a clothes drawer?">> ''Wait...he has a clothes drawer?'' "I need someplace to keep my socks and underwear." You glance at the clothes hanging in the drying racks. Huh...he's right, you don't see either of those. <</linkreplace>> <<link "You...can forgive him.">><<set $quizzanswer = "7a">><<set $kenjilove = $kenjilove + 1>><<goto "KenjiQuizz">><</link>> <<link "As long as he places you somewhere else from now on.">><<set $quizzanswer = "7b">><<goto "KenjiQuizz">><</link>> <<link "That's unacceptable! You could have died there!">><<goto "KenjiRejected">><<set $quizzanswer = "fail10">><</link>> <<set $kenjiquestion = 8>>\ <<case 8>>\ <<if $quizzanswer is "7a">>"I'll try not to." For once, there isn't a hint of sarcasm in his words. "Just need to know I won't come home to you screaming at me."<<elseif $quizzanswer is "7b">>"Hmmm...suppose only a doormat would be 'kay with being left in a drawer for days on end." Days on end?<</if>> "Next question." He stops playing with the lighter, pocketing it again. "I'm not gonna sugarcoat it. You're tiny, and I'm not the most attentive of boyfriends. Might end up stepping or sitting on you by accident. Are you gonna freak out when that happens?" You open your mouth to reply, but Kenji interrupts you. "Oh, and I mean after. Y'know? ‘Course you're gonna freak out when a giant's crushing you. I mean how you gonna act afterwards." <<link "Accidents happen. You understand!">><<set $quizzanswer = "8a">><<set $kenjilove = $kenjilove + 1>><<goto "KenjiQuizz">><</link>> <<link "You won't, as long as he apologizes.">><<set $quizzanswer = "8b">><<goto "KenjiQuizz">><</link>> <<link "You won't, as long as he doesn't do it again.">><<set $kenjilove = $kenjilove - 1>><<set $quizzanswer = "8c">><<goto "KenjiQuizz">><</link>> <<link "You might freak out...a little. Sometimes.">><<set $quizzanswer = "8d">><<goto "KenjiQuizz">><</link>> <<link "Of course you are! Wouldn't he if he was buried under someone's enormous foot?!">><<set $quizzanswer = "fail11">><<goto "KenjiRejected">><</link>> <<set $kenjiquestion = 9>>\ <<case 9>>\ <<if $quizzanswer is "8a">>"Don't get me wrong. I don't want to hurt you. Least not physically. But if it does happen, it'd rather not receive an earful." Done with explaining himself, he moves on.<<elseif $quizzanswer is "8b">>"Then I'm soooorrryyyyy for all the future times I crush you. Will that do it? No need for me to apologize again, right?" You feel like he'll only accept 'yes' as an answer.<<elseif $quizzanswer is "8c">>"Because you're so perfect and never makes the same mistake twice, huh?" He's clearly annoyed at your response...but continues to asks you questions. <<elseif $quizzanswer is "8d">>"Y'know what? Fair. Long as you learn to stop freaking out." Couldn't he learn to watch where he's stepping?<</if>> "Speaking of accidents, what if I came home and you saw another tiny crushed under my boots?" <<link "Honestly, that's kind of hot.">><<goto "KenjiRejected">><<set $quizzanswer = "fail12">><</link>> <<link "You won't feel great...but you'll overlook it.">><<set $quizzanswer = "9a">><<goto "KenjiQuizz">><</link>> <<link "These things happen. It's not his fault.">><<set $quizzanswer = "9b">><<set $kenjilove = $kenjilove + 1>><<goto "KenjiQuizz">><</link>> <<link "There's no way you'll stay calm after seeing a dead person, but you won't hold it against him.">><<set $quizzanswer = "9c">><<goto "KenjiQuizz">><</link>> <<link "Is he serious? You're not going to stay with a murderer.">><<goto "KenjiQuizz">><<set $quizzanswer = "9d">><</link>> <<set $kenjiquestion = 10>>\ <<case 10>>\ <<if $quizzanswer is "9a">>"Is only fair given I'm also overlooking your //flaws//." You get the sense that despite using plural, he's mostly talking about your size.<<elseif $quizzanswer is "9b">>"Hasn't happened to me yet, thank god. But happened to a few buddies of mine. Grosses me out just thinking about it..." Is that a modicrum of morality you sense?<<elseif $quizzanswer is "9c">>"I get it. Would be pretty fucked up." You feel he's not lying, but he isn't entirely forthcoming either.<<elseif $quizzanswer is "9d">>"Murderer, huh? I'll give you a pass because I wouldn't wanna date a murderess either. But you better not call me that again." He's angry, but not enough to kick you out. Yet.<</if>> "Alright...last question. Let's say I bring someone over. As my girlfriend, what are you going to do?" <<linkreplace "Is it another woman?">> ''Is it another woman?'' <<set $kenjilove = $kenjilove + 1>> "Could be. Why, you jealous? We're not even dating yet" He smirks. "That's kind of cute, I guess. Don't worry, I'm a scumbag, but I'm not a cheating scumbag." <</linkreplace>> <<link "Knowing him, the people he hang with can't be great. You'll stay far away.">><<goto "KenjiResults">><</link>> <<link "Some people see tinies as bugs...you should stay hidden.">><<goto "KenjiResults">><</link>> <<link "You'll welcome them, of course.">><<goto "KenjiResults">><</link>> <<link "You'll stay hidden unless he wants you to come out.">><<set $kenjilove = $kenjilove + 1>><<goto "KenjiResults">><</link>> <</switch>>\

Everything you know, or learn, about tinies and their place in society goes here. Addendums will be marked with #. ''Tinies'' - Despite knowing about them and now being one yourself, you have pretty limited knowledge about them. It always felt like //someone else's// problem, not a possibility for your future. What you do know, is that it's a recessive chromosomal disease. To be more specific, it's an alteration on the X chromosome and you're only afflicted if both of them have the mutation. Thus anyone with a Y chromosome is immune, but they can still carry the gene. It has no relation to actual identity, and there have been cases of trans men shrinking too. Neither you nor the scientific community knows what 'triggers' the disease, but it seems there is some relation with age, as the youngest person to shrink was nineteen years old. ''Tiny-friendly and tiny-unfriendly neighbourhoods'' - Due to their fragile size and the unpredictability of when someone might shrink, laws have been passed so that buildings are required to have multiple safe shelters as well as other structures that facilitate their transportation, such as tiny stairs leading to buildings. Those shelters lead to a system of underground tunnels that lead to Tiny Reintegration Facilities. However, the pushback from certain groups of people //(landlords)// made it so the law only applied to certain neighbourhoods. Creating a divide of areas where tinies have easy access to help, which are called tiny-friendly neighbourhoods, and areas which they don't, known as tiny-unfriendly neighbourhoods. Since the disease's victims are mostly women, most of them live — or wish they lived — in the former. While the latter are mostly comprised of men. ''Tiny Reintegration Facility'' - Or TRF for short are governmental bodies aimed to integrate tinies back into society. Such as finding them size-appropriate apartments and new jobs they can actually perform. Your current goal. <<if $GovernmentKnowledge is 1>> ''#1:'' As it turns out, this program isn't free. You were under the impression it was funded by taxes, especially because you heard many people complaining about how their hard-earned money went to something they'll never use. But it seems it's bankrolled by the tiny victims themselves. That's...not great. But do you have any other option? <</if>> <<if $kenjiapp is 1>>''The New Giants'' - A local motorcycle group. Formed after the leader of "The Giants" — which was predominately female — shrunk. The group was created by the leader's brother in order to honor her. She's not dead or anything, but that riding was her passion, and they don't make motorcycles her size. Today the group is mostly male, partly because the leader wasn't the only member to shrink, and also because nobody wants to be the one shrinking while driving a motorcycle at hundred of miles per hour. That being said, they do welcome anyone into their fold, regarldess of gender. Their logo features a giant man riding a motorcycle in an empty street. Interestingly enough, it predates the name and leadership change. <<else>>\<</if>>\ <<back>>

<<run memorize("Ryanachievement", true)>>\ <<run memorize("ryanmuscles", true)>>\ What's the point? You can't fight the inevitable. You might as well just let Ryan end things qui- Your skull explodes into multiple bone fractures and your brain is turned into pulp. Not from Ryan flexing any harder, but just from the continual pressure finally overpowering your frame. It all happens so fast, that you don't even realize you died. One second you were alive and the next... you weren't. Your corpse isn't spared. It's compressed into itself until it becomes a tangled mess, and that too is crushed. Until you're shredded into a chunky pool of gore with bits and pieces of...something. Which is quickly mixed with his sweat. Ryan doesn't actually realize he already killed you. Keeping up his flexed bicep for a little while until he finally decides you've had enough. When he first sees you're gone, he's confused. Then he realizes the liquid glistening his biceps is slightly redder than it should be. "Oh." He isn't sure how to feel. On one hand, it's really fucking hot that he //could// kill you with a flex. On the other hand, it's a shame fun's over. "Well...guess I won the bet." He awkwardly tells himself. "Kinda lame...I didn't even get to slam my cock on her or anything." He scratches the back of his head. "Guess I really was out of her league, heh." Ryan boosts his ego one final time before moving on with his life.

<<run memorize("Kenjiachievement", true)>>\ <<run memorize("kenjirected", true)>>\ <<set $kenjifailtest = true>>\ <<switch $quizzanswer>>\ <<case "fail1">>\ "Wow, Right off the bat! You'd think being surrounded by a bunch of cigarette packs would have clued you in, but guess your brain's as small as the rest of you". <<case "fail2">>\ "Oh, you don't //have// to pay rent. And I don't //have// to let you stay either." <<case "fail3">>\ "Y'know what? Why don't you find somewhere proportional to your size." <<case "fail4">>\ "Oh really, you are? Let's test this out..." His tone is all you need to know that you fucked up. <<case "fail5">>\ "The fuck? You some kind of freak? Why the fuck would I wanna do that?!" <<case "fail6">>\ "You but you can touch mine? How about ya' get off my damn table." <<case "fail7">>\ He just looks at you with a deadpan expression. <<case "fail8">>\ "Oooh, so you can run back to those shelters and use my money to pay for their fees? You can fuck right off." <<case "fail9">>\ "If they're so important, you can keep 'em. You just can't keep our relationship, //babe//." <<case "fail10">>\ "Yeaaaah you're gonna be a pain in the ass to keep around, aren't you? Let's just break things off." <<case "fail11">>\ "Y'know...I have no idea. But I don't have to know, because I'm not gonna end up like you. So why don't you find out for me, huh?" <<case "fail12">>\ He looks completely weirded out. "The fuck?! What kind of crazy bitch are you? Maybe it's karma you even shrunk!" <<case "rej">>\ "Ugh, seriously? What a waste of time." <</switch>>\ Kenji's displeased face is replaced with his black nail as he prepares to flick you off his table. You know he hears you begging, because your words were precisely what landed you here, but he ignores you. ''FWAP.'' His finger slams against you with godly force. While you don't explode, you certainly feel like your insides did. You're launched into the air, screaming in pain, before you crash onto the hard wooden floor. You recoil in agony, hands above your stomach as if they'd somehow be able to soothe your wounds. As far as you can tell, nothing's broken. But you're definitely bruised. Kenji returns to scrolling through his phone. Although he does speak to you one final time. "You're fine, I know it takes more to kill one of your kind." That does nothing to stop you from groaning. It still hurts like hell. "Oh, and before I forget, get the hell outta my place. I ain't helping you." [[It takes a while before you can stand up. You limp away from him, making a mental note NOT to approach him again.->Apartment 104]]

You expect Kenji to give you a witty remark about your answer. He doesn't. Instead, he places his palm in front of you and, with only his eyes, tells you to get on. You do so. He brings you closer to his face and, damn, he is handsome. In a punkster sort of way. <<if $kenjilove gte 11>>\ "You're crazy obedient, aren't ya'? Like... waaaay too much." Kenji actually looks quite distressed. "Ugh! You making me feel bad for you! Fine, fine! You can stay! No- actually. You gonna stay, because there's no way you gonna survive out there. You'll just let anyone take advantage of ya'! And since you're sooo forgiving, you'll forgive me for not taking no for an asnwer." <<link "Of course you will. It's not like you were gonna say no to him.">><<goto "KenjiLover">><</link>> ((WIP)) <<elseif $kenjilove gte 6 and $kenjilove lte 10>>\ "Overall...not bad." He scratches his chin. "Still some kinks we'll need to work on if you wanna stay here." He beams with smugness, but then quickly changes to a more humble expression. "Alright, I won't lie to you. I'm pretty terrible." //You already knew that//. "But I ain't gonna kill you. Or torture you like those creeps. Still, you shouldn't expect much from me." For once, you feel...normal. Like you're not being treated as a tiny. Sadly, his show of authenticity comes to an end. "Sooo... what will it be? Oh, and if you say no, don't come crawling back." <<link "Well...you are desperate...">><<goto "KenjiMid">><</link>> ((WIP)) <<link "...But not that desperate!">><<goto "KenjiRejected">><<set $quizzanswer = "rej">><</link>> <<else>> \ "Y'know what? Sure, you can stay, but only if you agree I'll be the ones calling the shots." Reading between the lines, you get the impression that Kenji already had decided what you two will be doing before you even answered his questions. and he's going to do whatever he wants regardless of what you said. "Sooo... you staying? Oh, and I don't do indecisive girls. You gotta decide it now." <<link "Well...you are desperate...">><<goto "KenjiDumped">><</link>> ((WIP)) <<link "...But not that desperate!">><<goto "KenjiRejected">><<set $quizzanswer = "rej">><</link>> <</if>>\

<<run memorize("Kenjiachievement", true)>>\ <<run memorize("kenjidumped", true)>>\ ''TWO HOURS LATER.'' "Pleasure doing business with you." Kenji doesn't reply to the bank teller. Only raising a hand as farewell while walking away. After declaring he'll be the one calling the shots, you expect him to lay 'down the law' after you agree to his deal. He doesn't. Instead, he went to the kitchen and brought you something to eat and drink. It was no lovingly prepared feast. A single plate with shredded cheese and spilt orange juice, but it was better than nothing. Although you did complain about having to cup the juice with your hands, he just remarked that he didn't have any cups your size. Somehow, you doubt he doesn't have a single bottle cap. Your meal was constantly interrupted by Kenji asking you questions. Mostly, related to your bank account. Knowing he only agreed to house you in exchange for money, you relented. Any questions you had in return, like how much he's planning to take out or what he plans to do with the money, is met with the same monotone "Don't worry about it." Once he had what he wanted, and was done with whatever he was doing on his phone, he snatched you up without warning. "Let's take a trip." he announced, before putting you in his jacket's pocket. Even more unbelievable than shrinking was the fact the bank was relatively empty. Since there was no line, Kenji got an attendant right away. Knowing how bureaucratic these places are, you expected there to be multiple paperworks and safety preucations in place. You were surprised that Kenji only had to show them a picture — a selfie he took while you were eating, which showed you nibbling on a piece of cheese half your size — and your information for him to transfer everything into his account. You couldn't tell if this was just the procedure for tinies or if something fishy was going on. Or both. But just like that, Kenji walked out with all your money. "Did you really have to take everything?" You ask, popping your head from the pocket. Kenji glanced down at you. "Babe... I can't do this anymore. I think we should break up." <<linkreplace "Wait, what?">> ''Wait, what?'' "How do I saaay this..." He pretends to be contemplating the best way to break things off, but you know it's all an act. "You're a broke loser with no prospects? Or something like that. You're holding me back, y'know? You just have no motivations, but I gotta dream bigger~" You raise your voice to hurl obscenities at him, but you don't make it very far. You were so shocked by what you were hearing, you hadn't noticed that Kenji had walked into an alleyway. And before you knew it, you were flying through the air. The world became a nonsensical arragement of colors as you spun around, only coming to a stop when you landed on something. Something... //soft and wet//? There was a brief moment of confusion as you pieced together what was happening. Wherever you were, it was incredibly dark. You could still see quite well, but to your left was a completely pitch-black area. Due to your size, it was hard to discern what the various shapes around you truly belonged to. You were working with difficult angles. What finally gave it away was the smell. It was atrocious. Truly disgusting. It smelled like you were in a dumpster. Oh. You are in a dumpster. Kenji just threw you in the trash and... walked away. With all your money. The realization that he mustn't have liked you that well hits you just as you are cast into darkness. High-above, you see someone. Not Kenji. A stranger. You don't recognize him, but you do recognize his outfit as belonging to the burger joint that's right by your bank. Sometimes you'd stop there to reward yourself for dealing with their bureaucracy. You call out to him. Hoping that the man — who looks to be in his thirties and has a five o'clock shadow — spots you. And it does work. His hazel eyes square precisely onto your figure. The knowledge of your existence doesn't seem to have any effect on him, as he raises a trash bag right above you... and drops it. Your life flashes before your eyes as you're buried underneath the wet black bag. Undoubtedly filled with something gross. You don't die right away, but you also find yourself unable to move. Left to rot as the minimal wage employee returns to his duties. <</linkreplace>>

<<run memorize("Kenjiachievement", true)>>\ <<run memorize("kenjimid", true)>>\ Kenji turns out to be a pretty lousy 'boyfriend'. It'd be more accurate to say he's just a terrible roommate. It's not like he does anything romantic like taking you on dates or buying you nice things. The most he did was take pictures of you two together. Still, it was pretty clear he's just taking advantage of you. He doesn't even try to hide it, other than occasionally calling you babe. It's weirdly moral. On one hand, it means that despite what he put you through, he's not the type to coerce a desperate person into dating. On the other hand... Well, it's Kenji. You //do// wonder why the whole dating charade in the first place, but you don't complain. Sure, he never bought you a proper bed, but he still gave you food everyday. Except for the days where he was gone, but you learned to ration what you were given for such occasions. He might never take you out of the house, but at least you had one to begin with. He's never given you gifts, but he did occasionally toss his jacket your way when you were cold or open a window when you were hot. Every scenario that Kenji initially quizzed you on ended up coming true, although his solutions didn't seem to take your answers into consideration. Well, it's not like you could stop it. And maybe, you shouldn't. Kenji constantly reminded you of how much he 'does' for you. At first, you just rolled your eyes at his words. But slowly, you started to believe it too. Maybe it's because he'd ask you to do something 'simple', like toss something into the trash, only to do it himself with a grunt. He'd get in the shower, then ask you to put on a movie on his laptop — bought with your money — and then come out with a towel to you struggling to open the laptop. Everyday with Kenji made you feel smaller and smaller, until you felt like a microscopic speck. You let more and more of his bullshit slide because, well, //he is doing a lot for you, isn't he?// Somedays you'd catch your reflection and be surprised by how obedient you became. But it's not like you had any other option... As it turned out, you did. A few weeks after taking you in, he introduced you to his friend. He introduced himself as 'Spike'. At first, you weren't sure about him. He seemed weirdly interested in you. But Kenji told you it was fine... so it was //fine//. Besides, Spike was a super nice guy. Your gut feeling never went away, but he was very supportive and reassuring. More than Kenji ever was. He'd do things for you without putting you down for being useless. It was... nice. At one point, you even came to wish you had met him first and not the other way around. It was easy to see why the two would be friends. Honestly, they had a very similar sense of style. Spike had long black hair that was styled... well, it wasn't. It was quite messy. But weirdly it looked quite good on him. His high boots, baggy pants and band t-shirt were all black, with the last one adding the most color to his attire, as it featured a white skull. The red text accompanying it was in a font that was frankly impossible to read. Apparently it was Spike's band, but even knowing their name didn't help you out. His nails were also black, and so was his choker and spiked bracelets. As for his body himself, well, he was a lot shorter than Kenji. Then again, Kenji was pretty tall. He also had way more hair, muscle and fat. You'd say the word 'stocky' matched his build perfectly. Then, one day, Spike asked if you'd like to stay with him. Seemed like Kenji was going to be gone for a few days, and he felt bad about leaving you behind. Since your 'boyfriend' didn't mind, you eagerly said yes. Spike's home was a complete disaster, with empty bag of chips and used clothes strung across the entire floor. But you didn't mind, because Spike actually treated you quite nice. You were even secretly glad whenever Spike told you that Kenji's trip kept being extended...and extended...and extended. And hey, at least you had your own bed. With things being that nice, you'd have no reason to snoop around. So you never saw the string of texts between the two of them. Otherwise you might have seen Spike mentioning Kenji did a great job breaking you in, since you're super obedient. And that your picture didn't disappoint, you're as cute as in the pictures he took.

<<run memorize("Kenjiachievement", true)>>\ <<run memorize("kenjilover", true)>>\ At first, Kenji does try to put up walls between you two. He purposely teases you with something no normal person would forgive their partner for doing, but becomes agitated when you just... accept it. Usually leading to a lecture about how you really have to raise your standards or you'll just get taken advantage of. When you point out he's also taking advantage of you, he blushes and tells you to "Shut up! It's different!". Somedays you catch him looking at you, with his head lost in his own thoughts. When you ask what's up, he just says it's nothing. Then he says something like "Y'know, I can't stand your outfit. You have no sense of style... I'm buying you something else." When he says 'I'm' he really meant 'We are', because when his contact shows him a catalogue of tiny outfits — who knew he was this well-connected — you're the one choosing which ones to get. Despite his previous comment that you have no fashion sense. A few days later, he even compliments your clothes. He doesn't seem to notice it's the same outfit he claimed he couldn't stand. Before, he used to joke about how useless you are. They never felt genuine, and it never crossed the line. When you didn't seem to take the bait, he just stopped. Now, whenever he says that "You really can't live without me." he doesn't mean it as an insult to your independence. More like reassurance that you should stay with him. And maybe reassurance that he should keep you. Kenji does take care of your finances, mostly because you're way too small to do it yourself, but he never controls you financially. Whenever you mention wanting something, he buys it. Yet still maintaining that he's a terrible boyfriend and you have no taste in men. Maybe that's not untrue. You do get the feeling that Kenji wasn't always a great person, and likely did some real shady stuff. But that doesn't matter to you. Then one day...Kenji finally cracks. "Fine, fine, you win!" He exclaims. "You're a weirdo for lettin' any guy treat you like trash, but I guess I'm a weirdo for liking you. Either your self-esteem in the dumps, or you're one hell- I mean heck- of an actress. Either way, I'll be a decent boyfriend or whatever! Just... just be patient with me. I'm still figuring things out." Maybe you were genuine, or maybe you did purposely said what you thought he wanted to hear, but either way, this had become who you were. Besides, Kenji himself had clearly changed a lot. "But...you know..." He speaks, his cheeks a shade of pink. "...We always said we were dating, but we never actually did...anything...you know. I mean...-" You shut him up by giving him your first kiss. It's a little comical, with his lips being that big, but it fills you with warmth nonetheless. "Ugh... I really can't win against you..."

You are in the second floor hallway, where you could meet your friend Alex... if that was a feature in the game yet! The game's initial scope will mostly feature people in the first floor and Alex. If you want to commission or trade for your characters to be in the game, please check the [[Credits]] for contacts. Non-humans are also allowed, but only if you are okay with a human version as well. Players will get to pick between the non-human or the human version. Anything that cannot be done with a human (Such as soul vore, magic, etc) will not be implemented in the human version. <<linkreplace "Hopefully soon you'll be able to visit your friend Alex in 202.">> ''Hopefully soon you'll be able to visit your friend Alex in 202.'' But not right now. <</linkreplace>> [[Go downstairs.->Stairs]]

Achievements are gained as you play through the game. If you have all the achievements, you've seen all the game has to offer! There are currently 11 achievements in the game. <<if recall("connorachievement")>> ''Connor'' <<else>>\<</if>>\ <<if recall("connormouthdeath")>> -You've become Connor's edible. <<else>>\<</if>>\ <<if recall("connorfootdeath")>> -You loved Connor's foot way too much.<<else>>\ <</if>>\ <<if recall("connornonfatal")>> -You've become Connor's favorite dudette.<<else>>\<</if>> \ <<if recall("Ryanachievement")>> ''Ryan'' <<else>>\<</if>>\ <<if recall("ryancrotch")>> -You couldn't handle Ryan's family jewels. <<else>>\<</if>>\ <<if recall("ryanmuscles")>> -You lost to Ryan's gains.<<else>>\<</if>>\ <<if recall("ryanpet")>> -You've become Ryan's bitch. That... sucks.<<else>>\<</if>>\ <<if recall("ryanstomp")>> -You couldn't handle Ryan's workout regimen.<<else>>\<</if>> \ <<if recall("Kenjiachievement")>> ''Kenji'' <<else>>\<</if>>\ <<if recall("kenjirected")>> -Kenji rejected you. That's probably a good thing. <<else>>\<</if>>\ <<if recall("kenjidumped")>> -Kenji dumped you. Literally.<<else>>\<</if>>\ <<if recall("kenjimid")>> -You became another of Kenji's tiny victims.<<else>>\<</if>>\ <<if recall("kenjilover")>> -Despite all odds, you actually became Kenji's girlfriend. For real this time.<<else>>\<</if>> <<back>>