Click.

She woke up.

Ava had always been a heavy sleeper – and that was the case for her naps, too. Even a half-hour snooze meant that she’d wake up groggy, heavy-headed, slow to react and to respond. And she’d always taken a lot of naps; it used to be an inside joke between Colin and her. Ava could sleep anywhere, anytime, and earlier today she’d fallen asleep on their living room sofa. The TV was still on. She had been watching Netflix for most of the afternoon. Ava’s recently gotten a job with a 2x2 working schedule; she told herself she’d find a second one, or a financially rewarding hobby that she could fill the free time with, but she didn’t do either just yet. All the regular days off were just way too nice. She caught up on all the shows she’d heard people buzzing about. She read more books in a month than the year prior. And, oh, all the napping…

She forced her eyes open just as she heard Colin’s heavy steps at the entrance to the living room; her mind already going through the usual checklist – should get dinner going, should ask whether he’s got anything he needs in the laundry. She lifted her arms above her head as she stretched. He appeared in the doorway. Their eyes met – for a second; then his gaze went back to the phone he was holding in his hands.

Ava yawned as she tried to sit up.

“Hi, hon…”

Colin’s fingers tapped against the touchscreen, and a sickeningly familiar feeling overtook Ava; she interrupted herself with a startled gasp. Before she could say anything, she felt vertigo coming over her, as her stomach lurched and her spine locked. Ava tried to get off the couch, but she wasn’t in control of her body; instead, she felt like she was forcefully thrown into the cushions, forced into them with a giant invisible hand. Her vision went dark – and then the world lit up again, except, of course, impossibly huge.

“Smaller than the last time”, her mind registered.

Up until this moment, Colin had shrunk his girlfriend three times. She remembered all of them very vividly. Once, she even tried to pretend she enjoyed it, for his sake – he was really into it.

As she was catching her breath, Colin approached the couch, his phone already sliding pack into the pocket of his shorts. She felt a slight waft of sweat wash over her; it had been a hot day, and Colin clearly has just walked into the apartment.

“Hi, Ava”, he said with a slight smirk; his dark eyes focused on her tiny form, pinning her to the cushions she was on top of. She recognized that expression from that one time, the time when he gloated far above her, and she was tiny, and naked, and kneeling, and she was saying things he ordered her to say. Later he told her he just truly loved the sight of her there – defenseless, submissive, weak and tiny. He found that erotic, and, she supposed, that wasn’t all that unusual, what with the kink scene and all. She’d never thought of herself as “submissive” in the past, but, perhaps, once in a while she could indulge him…

…except, of course, it was a bit annoying how he’s taken to just shrinking her seemingly whenever, instead of keeping that to the bedroom.

As she gathered her thoughts, the man in front of her – her boyfriend-turned-titan – happily rubbed his palms together before spinning around on his heel, presenting her with the view of his massive ass. The ass descended – crashed towards her – and Ava screamed, scampering forward, hoping to end up between his legs. When he sat down, a rush of air knocked her down as the fabric of the couch shifted and bounced beneath her, adapting to her boyfriend’s amazing weight. She turned on her back, staring up at him from between his thighs. She was lying on a slight slope, and, if she wasn’t holding onto the threads under her, she’d probably roll and tumble until she hit his crotch. One look in that direction told her all she needed to know: a noticeable tent was rising right before her eyes.

In the past, she thought all those articles about men with a kink for tiny women (and women with a kink for giant men) were quite funny. Of course, she thought, humans will make anything into smut. Rule 34 and all. It was different being a shrunken woman, and it was different seeing the man she loved behave like this. It was innocent fun, she reminded herself, and he likes it, and… well…

…maybe it was a little bit disruptive that he thought he could just shrink her any time.

“Colin!”, she finally called out, looking up at him. But, even though she saw that smirk still curving his lips, he wasn’t looking at her. “Colin, come on, I wanted to get going with din…”

Before she could finish, his hand shot out towards her; even without looking, he found her tiny form. She yelped as she saw it approach, expecting to be picked up, but instead, he simply used his fingers to flatten her against the surface of the couch. Then, his thumb – it smelled of pen ink, and sweat, and, faintly, of soap – found her face and pressed down, muffling her. For what felt like half a minute, Colin simply held his two-inch-tall girlfriend down, smothering her with his finger. She flailed weakly against the meaty digit, but… well, some insects could put up more fight than she could.