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"Michelle? Heeeey, girl! I went ahead and ordered for you!"
Michelle Hickson was taking crooked steps, zig-zagging her way past the other customers at the Rusty Camel, her hands pulled tight around her jacket. Her shoulders were tense; everything about the cute five-foot mousegirl suggested she was hiding something. When she saw Kelli waving her over to the corner booth, she perked up only a little, letting herself be pulled into a hug from the tall, lanky dragoness.
"Coffee," Michelle mumbled, leaning into her friend's chest and shaking a little. "I could destroy some coffee right now. It's been a weird week.”
“Couldn't tell to look at you, girl, you're basically glowing!” Kelli laughed, and she guided Michelle back to the booth, where she flopped. A small, satisfied smile crossed her lips.
“I have… well, I had a problem,” Michelle sighed. She held up her mug for the middle-aged hog waitress to fill with coffee. “Infestation.”
She waited for the waitress to walk away before shaking her head, sneering a little.
“Humans.”
Kelli gagged a bit. "Y-You're joking."
Michelle shook her head.
"In your apartment?"
Michelle leaned forward, grinning wildly. "In my bedroom."
"EWWWWW!" Kelli squealed, shaking her wrists and hands. "Please tell me you called the landlord and got rid of them!"
"Relax, it's fine," Michelle said. She leaned back in the booth, propping a foot on the bench. "I've got it well in hand. They're not what I expected."
"Gross little pests," Kelli spat. She curled her claws into a fist. "If they were in my room, I'd snap 'em in my fingers like pretzel sticks!"
"You've definitely never seen them then," Michelle chuckled. "For starters, they're way too tiny for that. They're like… ants, or fleas, but smart apparently. Hell, a big girl like you could probably step on a whole colony and not even notice."
"Goddamn right, and they'd deserve it, too," Kelli laughed. "You said you had 'em in hand, so I'm gonna assume you wiped them out already?"
Michelle leaned back in the booth and smirked. "Nah," she said. "I think if it'd started some other way, I might have. But I found the first one in my underwear."
Kelli nearly hacked up her coffee. "Your… your…"
"Relaaaax, it wasn't while I was wearing them. It was snooping around on my bedroom floor, near a pair I'd taken off. I can't believe I even noticed it--it was so tiny! But when I was cleaning up, boom, there it was, looking confused and lost. I think it got in through the baseboards, but who knows, right? Could've come from anywhere."
"I'd kill it," Kelli grumbled, her nose wrinkling. "Gross little pest."
Michelle chuckled. "Damnedest thing, though–I didn't really want to?" she said. "Like… I dunno, Kell, I don't really roll with the tiny crowd most of the time, so seeing something that small just… just exploring was so neat. I think it barely understood where it was."
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in between her teeth.
"Then we made eye contact, and I realized it was just… cute," she said. "It looked like a woman. Cute tits for something smaller than a grain of rice. And the way it froze as it stared up at me, fell back on its little ass, crawled backwards… it was a rush. You don't get that from other bugs."
"Less than bugs," Kelli muttered. "So you had an invasive species in your bedroom, and you just… watched it? Let it go?"
Michelle nodded. "...and I left my underwear there," she said.
Kelli chuckled back. "Y'know," she said, "when you were leaving your laundry out back when we lived together, I didn't think you were doing it to attract pests."
"Kell, please. You've got to understand." Michelle was sitting up straighter, talking faster. "The look the stupid thing gave me was different. It wasn't like any other brainless little animal I've ever seen. This thing wasn't just scared; it was in awe of me. It backed away, sure, but it never stopped looking, either. Didn't try to make a break for it, didn't try to run back where it came from. It was like it couldn't believe it'd gotten the attention of something… something so much better than it. And I started to wonder if I let it go… would it tell its little friends?"
With a groan, Kelli banged her head on the tabletop. "You let it tell its little friends."
"I'd forgotten about it when it happened, but two days later, I'm coming out of the shower, and I see more movement. Right near my panties. And… I don't even bother covering up, because what are they gonna do, right? They're humans; it's not like they're real people. So I just stomp over, naked and damp, and I realize that there are a dozen of them, and they're all in my panties."
"I'm gonna be sick…" Kelli grumbled.
"Not me," Michelle laughed. "I was having a great time looming over them, watching them all cower in my shadow. They're not like bugs. Bugs don't panic and tremble under you. Bugs don't look at you like you're a god. Bugs don't drop to their knees… which is exactly what the first one did. The one with the cute tits."
"It came back?"
Michelle leaned forward in the booth with a grin. "It came back in a little black cocktail dress."
"No," Kelli whispered. "W-Was it trying to impress you? The little vermin?"
"Hey, can you blame it?" Michelle said with a wink. "I guarantee you no human it's ever met has a dick bigger than mine, and it was right underneath." She looked around nervously and began to whisper. "And frankly, I've had a hard time getting it up since the hormones started. Not anymore."
Kelli rolled her eyes. "Girl, if you wanted someone to help you get off, you could ask," she muttered back. "No need to let the vermin have all the fun with something they're too tiny to handle."
Michelle bit her lip. As the waitress returned with her coffee, she stared down into it, looking for the words. "Don't… don't take this the wrong way. You've been great. Better than great, even. But you're my best friend. You're my equal. I… think I needed to be better than somebody. Than an entire species of somebodies. You're the best, babe, but you play a different role in my life."
"Uh-huh," Kelli said. "You know, the silver dragons where I grew up talk a lot about the divine feminine. Lots of rituals and shit that I never really went for. I guess it makes sense if you want a bunch of pathetic little twerps to care for and dote on."
Michelle, looking up over her coffee cup, was smirking. "Who said I was gonna care for them?" she whispered.
Kelli, grinning right back, leaned in closer, waving her on.
"I didn't say they were all interesting," Michelle continued. "Just the one. The nice tits, the cute little black dress. We kept eye contact while I got down in front of it, surrounding it with my legs, letting it see just how fucking massive I was. They were all starting to gather in a crowd, right under my dick, and I decided to give them a little pump just to see how they'd react."
"That's so fucking cool," Kelli said.
"They must have thought so, too, because all of a sudden, clothes started coming off. Some of them were starting to fondle themselves, too, like a fucking Dueling Banjos of masturbation. The first one, though, just waited. It was still not breaking eye contact."
Kelli's face twisted into a sneer. "You did not have a little orgy with these pests, did you?"
"Hell no," Michelle said. "I plucked one up in my fingers, staring right into cocktail dress's eyes, and I popped it like a grape."
"Okay, now we're talking," Kelli said.
"Yeah, that put the fear of God in 'em, and by God, I mean…" Michelle said, patting herself on the chest with her fist. "All of a sudden, the jackoff session stops, and they're all staring, watching me wipe the remains of their pal off on the carpet. Didn't even leave a stain–if you looked, you'd have never known it was there. And that's when the real panic started, and they started to run."
"Oooooh, yay!" Kelli said, vibrating in her seat. "Go on, hon, gimme all the details!"
"There really weren't any!" Michelle laughed. "Like, I cannot emphasize enough that these things are just so fucking small. Like… they don't really have details. They're just specks. So while they're definitely trying to run, just climbing over the waistband of my panties is gonna be an ordeal. So I just snatch my underwear up in my fist and shake them into my palm, one by one. Eleven itty-bitty heads, all accounted for. And I just…"
She held her hand out over the table, smiled, and closed her fist.
"Splat!" Kelli cheered. "Good for you!"
"Splat is an exaggeration," Michelle said coolly. "Barely even a pop against my palm, and definitely not a sound. I can only imagine they went quick, the little specks, just caved in all at once like that." She leaned her arm against the back of the booth and nodded. "All ten of 'em."
Kelli's face dropped into a frown. "Shut the fuck up," she said.
"Right, so there's cocktail dress, and it's just on the edge of my thumb, just barely outside the massacre that just took place in my palm, and it is still just staring at me. And now that I move it up in front of my face, I can see that its tiny little hand is up under its skirt, and its tiny little lungs are pumping just as fast as its fingers are, and it's just…" She flopped her head back against the back of the seat, laughing and staring at the ceiling.
"Okay, once again. Kelli. Babe," Michelle said, putting her claw on Michelle's paw on the table. "It's a fucking pest. Nothing that tiny that's invading your space deserves to live. You're, like, so much better than it."
For a long few seconds, Michelle's chest shook, and she wiped a tear from her eye as her laughter faded into her breath. "Of course I'm better than it," she said at last, and she leaned forward again, both arms on the table, staring straight into Kelli's eyes. "And it knew that, too. So when I set it back down where it came from and wiped the remains of all of its buddies onto the carpet, I took my panties and wiped the pre off my tip. Then I set it down right next to cocktail dress. And I pointed. And it licked."
Kelli let out a noise halfway between a gasp and a groan, her breath stopping altogether. "You…" she tried to say, but her words collapsed into a dull series of gasps. "You…"
Michelle smiled, taking Kelli's big claw in her hands and stroking it, pulling her closer. "So last night, it came back again," she whispered, "and of course I'd left my panties there again. And it brought even more friends–eighteen of them altogether. This time I saw them after I'd gotten off work. And of course my tiny little favorite was there in the back of the bunch–and in a new little red dress."
"Whoa…" Kelli managed to squeak.
"It'd been a hell of a shift," Michelle said, leaning closer–Kelli was leaning just as close over the table, staring and blinking. "And at this point, I'm feeling just super pent up, and here are all these pathetic little toys who had apparently been lured into my underwear by cocktail dress. It'd watched me massacre eleven of its friends, and it had brought me more friends. And that left me feeling fucking all-powerful, Kell. Just… just supreme."
Kelli nodded, swallowing hard.
"So I slipped my panties down my legs, right in front of them, and let them stare with my hands on my hips," Michelle whispered. "And from all the way up there, they looked like dots, just identical little pink dots–except cocktail dress is clearly in the back, and I manage to just barely see it bow its cute little head. And it's just… bam. Like lightning, you know? Rock hard."
"Rock hard," Kelli whispered back.
"So I do the same thing again, I take my old underwear and lift it up into the air, except this time I pluck cocktail dress off in my left hand. And so I drop back onto my bed, and I shake the rest of them off like little pepper flakes."
She rubbed her nose with her finger, bright red on her cheeks.
"Right on my dick. Seventeen little specks of nothing, right onto my dick," she said–and then she giggled. "Okay, one of them fell off. I think I stepped on it at some point, but there's no way it survived the fall, right? But the ones that were left kinda held on as best they could, and they started just… just going to town, Kell."
"Holy shit," Kelli whispered. "Sixteen of them at once? All.. all just…" She trailed off, blinking far too quickly.
"Like, okay, say what you want about them, call them pests, call them whatever, but they're, like… clearly intelligent," Michelle said, a little louder. "Kinda, right? They're not stupid animals; they have their own little speck society somewhere, and probably a speck language. Speck culture. Speck philosophy or whatever."
She pulled closer to Kelli, who was leaning entirely over the table, shaking in her seat.
"Something that I was keeping in mind," Michelle whispered, "when each and every one of them was grinding and humping and licking and… and just basically worshipping my cock."
Kelli was awestruck. Her shoulders were shaking. Her claw, still in Michelle's hands, seemed to recede just a bit. "C… cocktail dress," Kelli squeaked, her shoulders sinking just a little in her seat, her huge tail dropping just a little lower.
From across the table, Michelle's eyes narrowed. "Cocktail dress was on my thigh, and I let it watch," she said. "It dropped back onto its butt and started pumping its hand between its legs, too. Like, I don't know what it's got down there, and I don't care. I could barely–just a little bit–hear it squeak. It was so fucking tiny, Kelli, barely a sound at all, but I heard it. It was cresting down there, right on my thigh, because it thought… knew I was hot. You ever been gender affirmed by fucking dust? It happened to me."
Michelle looked around the restaurant–no one was watching their corner booth. No one was watching Kelli sink lower into her chair, watching her recede further and further on the table.
"So I picked my bed for a reason," Michelle said, dragging Kelli closer until she was leaning onto the table–she had shrunk to about three-quarters of her height and still didn't notice. "Because there in my bedside table was all the shit I'd bought but never got to use back when I still hated my body. So I opened the drawer, and I pulled out…" She paused, raising her eyebrows.
"P-Pulled out what?" Kelli squeaked–and she suddenly heard her voice. Higher. Quieter. She looked down at herself, watching her huge, tall body dwindle and recede.
"I pulled out a condom," Michelle whispered, "and I tore that shit open, and I slipped it over my cock so that all sixteen little specks were inside."
Kelli stared, shaking, lip trembling, as Michelle pulled her gently onto the table, leaning closer and closer to her shrinking body.
"And I stroked, and I pumped, and I moaned, and I felt their tiny little insignificant bodies grind against me…"
Kelli's body was totally on the table, shrinking smaller and smaller beneath Michelle's narrow-eyed smile. The little thing was shaking, tears forming in the corner of her eyes–as she stared up, still, at her best friend.
"And it didn't take long, Kell," Michelle whispered, leaning so close over the table that her smile filled Kelli's sky. "I hadn't done it in weeks, but I just erupted. I just baptized every single one of those pathetic little losers with my load, and there was nothing they could fucking do about it.."
She leaned closer still, watching Kelli shrink beneath her hands, becoming little more than a dot beneath her gaze.
"...except drown."
The hot breath on the final syllable washed over the dwindled, incredibly tiny speck of a dragoness, pinning her against the table. She could barely make out Kelli shaking, crying just a little, and she kept her head low, making sure her best friend could see nothing but her face.
"So I guess the rumors were true, huh?" Michelle cooed. "Big, tall Kelli Price, touched by Titrit this past week. Always thought you looked highly shrinkable, babe."
Kelli was frozen in place, pinned on her back by the presence of her massive friend. Michelle's smiling mouth was all she could see; the entire café had disappeared.
"Don't worry," Michelle said with a condescending chuckle. "I know what you said about tiny things not deserving to live, and lucky for you, I don't agree. You were my best friend, right? You were my biggest cheerleader. You were the smartest and most athletic girl at the university."
Were. Were. Were. Every past tense verb leaving Michelle's lips came an echo of finality, pronouncements that were now much, much bigger than she was. Michelle's fingernail came scraping across the table, and Kelli–barely taller than it–climbed on without needing to be told.
"Lucky for me, I know how to make this permanent," Michelle said. "The Multitude's magic is always a little unpredictable, but we can put a lid on it, right? Make this your new forever size. No more worrying about studying, or paying bills, or anything like that. Just… just mine. Mine now."
As Michelle raised her head, she steadied her hand. Her other hand was inside of her purse, fishing out a silver pill fob that held massive blue pills, a few milligrams each, each one dwarfing Kelli's insignificant body. Beneath Michelle's gaze, Kelli forced herself to stand up on Michelle's fingernail, trembling. She wiped her tears from her face with her arm.
And she stood on her tiptoes and kissed Michelle's fingertip.
"Hey, where's your friend?"
Michelle looked up quickly, lifting her head from the table with a jolt. The chubby hog waitress was back, holding two plates of silver dollar pancakes, sausage links, and eggs–scrambled on Kelli's plate, over medium on Michelle's. Kelli had gotten her order right–they'd been best friends, after all.
"Oh!" Michelle said, blushing just a little as she gently shifted her finger towards the pill fob. "I'll pay for both, don't worry."
Her fingernail tilted, and Kelli slid down, skating down the silvery surface, past the massive pills, down to the bottom, surrounded by tiny scratches and imperfections that were now much larger than her.
And just nearby, hunched in the corner, was a pale woman in a red cocktail dress–vaguely shaped like an ape but nearly hairless, with only a pretty lick of jet black hair on top of its head. The little thing–the human–stood up and stepped closer, bent low, staring curiously down at the dragoness who stood no higher than her knees.
"Kelli's fine though," Michelle boomed from overhead as the insignificant speck of a human, with wide eyes, sized up the dragoness in its looming shadow. "She just had to go home."