Proportionally the size of a pea, I feel no fear for my safety as I fall fifty stories downward into the cavern I call my husband.
My aura glows sky blue as I sustain my stomach stasis technique.
I’ve been inside him many times before, at various size ratios. If this weren’t such a stressful day, I’d be having fun.
Timber’s pink insides are like a warm and soft second home where no danger can reach me.
The hum of his bodily functions make me forget my daily worries, and being covered in his moist stomach slick makes me just as heady as being drenched in his cum.
An ordinary human couldn’t survive the fall at this height. But as a tiny with an unusually large reserve of sizable energy, I’m durable enough to always land on Timber’s stomach floor unharmed.
But the doll-sized Superior I’m holding in my hands is a giant, which means his body isn’t suited for being swallowed.
That means I need to use stomach stasis to ensure a soft landing.
As I descend to Timber’s center, my velocity slows until I stop midair, hovering in the center of his echoing stomach.
“Why are you protecting me?” Axe asks with a shivering voice.
I gently levitate down to the stomach floor. “Timber’s not a bad guy. He’s just tired, and when size changers are tired they make dangerous decisions.”
I increase my aura’s luminosity and examine the warm and moist stomach lining. I’m relieved to find no signs of digestive acid, only harmless stomach slick.
I chide myself for worrying about stomach acid at all. Even at low lucidity, he wouldn’t endanger me to that degree.
For a moment, my worries cease and I simply feel protected inside of Timber. If everything goes well, Axe should be protected too.
Suddenly, Timber’s body starts to move. I fall and catch myself on my hands and knees. Axe grunts as my hand unintentionally presses him into Timber’s stomach slick.
What’s Timber up to now? I activate my inner link technique, allowing me to see through Timber’s eyes and communicate with him.
He’s walking… while he’s 100 stories tall. In just a few seconds he’s crushed more corn than Axe did, and likely other property.
“Timber, where are you going?” I ask.
“Swallowing you isn’t as fun without Henry,” Timber says. “You wanted to see him on campus anyway, didn’t you?”
“You can’t go to the campus at this size! You’ll crush everything!”
“Henry can grow too. We’ll crush everything together.”
“No! If you go to the campus in this condition, you’ll break Henry’s heart!”
Timber halts. “But giants like to crush things. I’ll introduce him to an old Superior pastime.”
Timber’s lucidity is worse than I thought.
I need to get him under control fast.
I take a deep breath, brace myself, and pump his titanic body with as much tiny healing energy as I can muster.
“Stay where you are and focus on my energy! Your lucidity is too low!”
Axe’s voice quakes. “What are you doing to me?” he says beneath my right hand.
I sigh. “Sorry. At this proximity, you’ll be exposed to a lot of my tiny healing energy. It’ll feel strange, but you won’t die.”
Strange is probably an understatement, or a lie. With each passing second, Axe receives more healing energy than most Superiors will feel in their entire lives.
But I can’t think about the consequences of that now.
Every muscle in Timber’s body buckles from the pleasure of my energy. He begins to fall to his hands and knees like me, his torso becoming parallel to the ground.
I’ve had more vore play sessions with my husbands than I can count. It only took one session for me to learn that when a giant moves his torso parallel to the ground, the floor I’m standing on becomes a wall.
When the floor shift starts, Axe squirms. I tighten my grasp on him as we glide sideways to the new floor.
With a bit of rough tumble, I land on my back, arms and legs stretched out.
Timber shifts onto his back in the same position as me, making a person-shaped print of crushed corn beneath him.
Timber breathes heavily and clutches his giant hands into the cornfield. “Lance...I can’t…control my body...”
Is this because of the inner link technique? I’ve never used it while pumping him with such a high level of healing energy.
“Focus on the pleasure!” I say to Timber. “And think about how much you love me!”
Timber closes his eyes. “I damaged Mr. Reed’s farm,” he says.
“Mr. Reed will forgive you.”
“He was scared of me, wasn’t he?”
“He’s our friend. He knows you don’t want to hurt him.”
“I lost control, didn’t I?”
I let out a sigh of relief, and Timber does the same. He’s coming back to his senses.
“Don’t worry, I’m taking care of you,” I say.
I condense all my healing energy into the top of his head, and slowly massage him downward.
I sense the energetic knots caused by lowered lucidity and try to undo them. Some give in, but others are too tight.
When an energetic knot releases, Timber mewls and his abs flex. “You’re the best husband in the known universe,” he says to me.
“Don’t speak. Just relax,” I say.
When my condensed energy reaches his groin, he holds his breath unconsciously. His boner tents his black slacks, and he orgasms in seconds.
All of his muscles tense, then relax. Most of his energetic knots are gone.
“You’re doing a great job, Timber,” I say. “Let go of the bad emotions. No one will take away your peaceful Earth life as long as I’m here.”
To finish the massage, I condense my healing energy into a smaller space and use it to pleasure the sensitive spots on his feet.
When I hit the perfect spot, his left foot orgasms and he sees stars. I shift my energy to his right foot, but he says, “Too much! You’ll make me forget myself again.”
He’s back to normal.
“Sorry if I overdid it,” I say. “The situation was desperate, and unusually volatile.”
I keep our inner link active but stop pumping Timber with massive amounts of healing energy.
I leave Axe on the floor and to rise to my feet. Within one second, I get sucker-punched by a dizzy spell.
I trip face-first onto Timber’s soft and slick stomach lining.
“You used too much energy!” Timber says.
I climb onto my knees, falter for a moment, and then summon the strength to stand on my feet again.
“I’m okay,” I say. “The professor will have a field day when I tell him about this. I just proved him right, and he loves being right.”
Axe begins to bawl and quake. “What’s happening?” he says, staring at his shaking hands. “My body’s electric. My heart’s trying to kill me.”
I sigh with my hand on my forehead. “You got caught in my sizable energy emission. And since I used the inner link technique at the same time, you must have—”
Timber speaks to Axe. “You’re overwhelmed with the healing energy of the known universe’s strongest tiny.”
I frown. “Timber, you have to stop saying that!”
“What? That energy, was that normal?” Axe says.
Tinies can sense giant energy from a distance, but most giants can’t feel tiny energy unless it’s directly infused into them. In my evolution of size class, I learned we’re like that because tinies need to detect threats while giants had nothing to fear.
That means Axe didn’t know how much sizable energy I have, until now. No one on Superior knows the real me.
Timber speaks to Axe. “Did you think the rampage of Superior’s greatest planet eater was thwarted by a common Earthling? My husband is the most powerful tiny in the known universe.”
“He’s exaggerating,” I say to Axe. “But I am different than other tinies.”
Axe isn’t taking any of this well.
“This doesn’t make sense,” he weeps. “Nothing on this planet makes sense! Tinies are strong? The Starving Saber obeys an inferior being?”
He clutches his head in anguish. “I was humiliated by an inferior being!”
“Humiliated?”
“You stole my honorable death under the foot of the Starving Saber! And then you treated me like a tiny! I’ve never been so small!”
Timber speaks. “Your boring attitude is returning. I’m not the Starving Saber anymore.”
“Timber, go easy on him! Your lucidity—“
“My husbands would never forgive me for killing someone,” Timber says. “Even a worthless Superior punk with no training. But I can give you an honorable defeat. Will that impress your foolish friends?”
***
Timber profusely apologizes to Mr. Reed as he releases Connor’s chains.
We’re not in Timber’s stomach anymore. Timber is at his base height of 6’8, and it turns out Axe’s base is the same as mine, 5’7. That must be embarrassing on his home planet.
The chains glow brightly for a moment, then vanish.
The three-story-tall Connor awakens instantly and sits up. He takes in the sight of everyone around him, and returns to his base 5’11 while he rubs his bruised head.
He stares at Axe, and smiles.
“Mister Timber,” Connor says, “you beat the chain Superior black and blue! You’re a hero!”
“I did better than that,” Timber says with his arms crossed. “We engaged in a battle ritual common on Planet Superior. This boring knucklehead is my honor-bound servant now. He won’t cause more trouble.”
Axe bows to Connor. “My name is Axe. I apologize for everything.”
Connor’s face tells me he wasn’t prepared Axe’s change in demeanor.
Timber turns to Mr. Reed. “I’ll pay for the property damage. If you want, you can keep this idiot as an indentured servant till he earns enough for a new portal bike.”
“How much does a portal bike cost?” Mr. Reed asks.
“You can’t buy them with Earth currency.”
“Eh, another mouth to feed is more trouble than he’s worth. You can keep him.”
Timber leers at Axe, “I couldn’t get rid of you. That means you’re coming home with us, and I’m not happy about that.”
Axe bows to Timber. “I apologize, sir.”
“I don’t want your apology. The only thing I want is to get rid of you.” Timber’s eyes narrow. “Apologize to the human you banged up. Apologize a lot.”
I walk up to Connor while Axe repeatedly apologizes to him.
“You’re hurt. Here, let me heal you," I say to Connor.
Connor’s eyes widen. “Mister Lance, you don’t have to!”
“We go to the same college,” I say. “And you’re 19, right? You don’t have to call me mister.”
“But you’re married to Mister Timber, so it feels right.”
“I’m married to Henry too, and you don’t call him mister. You’re friends, right?”
Connor rubs the back of his head and glances at Timber, then me, then the ground. “Henry’s too immature for that.”
“Well I can’t leave my husband’s friend hurt. So please, let me heal you.”
“Well, I guess it’s okay. Thank you… How does it work?”
“Just let me touch your head.”
Connor learns forward and I place my hands on his forehead. My aura glows as I mentally locate and heal his bruises.”
“That’s amazing!” Connor says. “Do you do that to Henry?”
“I need to wean him off of it.”
I finish and step back, but another dizzy spell hits and I begin to fall backward.
Timber catches me. “No more healing today,” he says firmly.
“I’m okay,” I say as he helps me back to my feet. “Today was nothing compared to the missions I did with Henry.”
Timber’s hand lingers on my shoulder. He looks into my eyes with same intensity he had when he arrived home today.
“Husband, you’re shrinking,” he says.
I suddenly notice everyone’s getting bigger. “Timber, do you need more size play? I won’t say no.”
“It’s not me. Your body is shrinking itself unconsciously.”
Connor looks afraid. “It’s because I let him heal me!”
“No, it’s because he healed me,” Timber says. “He’s pushed himself too hard. I’ll take care of him.”
Glowing red, the super strong Superior grabs my arms and throws me upward. The next thing I know, I’m one inch tall in the palm of his hand.
Timber looks down at me and speaks tenderly. “Where do you want me to carry you?”
“Wherever you need me.”
Timber places me in his mouth and dotingly sucks on my body while he buttons up his dress shirt. Then, he gently pinches me out of his mouth and snuggles me into his shirt pocket.
“Have a good nap,” he says. “You deserve it.”
Timber turns to Mr. Reed. “Could you drive us to the campus? We need to pick up Henry.”
“No problem!” Mr. Reed says. “Connor, you should go to the house and get some rest too. I’ll be home later.”
Timber puts his hand on Axe’s head, shrinks him, and places him in his pants pocket. “We can drop off the vandal at our mansion halfway.”
I don’t know what time it is, but I’m sure classes are over by now. If I know anything about Henry, he’s waiting for me. I imagine his smiling face as I drift to sleep.
End of Story One: Timber
