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If you happen to shrink, there are a couple of things you’re supposed to do. The first thing is not to panic; shrinking is natural and it happens to everyone. Benji had already shrunken three in his lifetime, and everyone he knew had shrunken a handful of times at least. The second thing is to have a contingency plan in place. For most people this was to wait a few hours for the shrinking to wear off, or head to a regrow centre where the shrinking can be removed instantly. When Benji shrunk this fourth time, he was already formulating his next steps in his head. Even as the grains of sand turned to marble-sized clumps and the other beachgoers turned to skyscrapers, Benji knew what he was going to do.

There was a regrow centre on the edge of the beach, Benji had walked past it when they came down. All he needed to do was make his way back up and he could get regrown.

As he walked, Benji made sure to stay out of the path of oncoming people. Several people didn’t notice his tiny form so the precaution paid off as bare soles sunk into the sand, but most people did spot him and made sure to avoid blocking him. Even if it wasn’t illegal to harm a tiny person, Benji doubted most people would anyway. Everyone has their first shrinking experience at some point during puberty, and it continues to happen once every few years until you’re in your 50s. There’s a solidarity to avoid making life difficult for a tiny person, usually not enough to go out of your way to help them, but you don’t get in their way.

Benji had not grown accustomed to the experience, but had planned for it nonetheless. His first shrink was at 14. The first one is usually the worst, and he waited a full three hours before growing back to regular size. His second was on his 18th birthday. His friends had held his tiny body high in the air and drunk to celebrate before a more sober individual had taken him to a regrow centre and returned him half an hour later to continue partying. His third shrink was 21 or 22, and he asked his girlfriend at the time to take him to a regrow centre so he could avoid the three hour treatment. Now his fourth, 25 years old and at the beach by himself.

One giant that Benji was walking around turned their head toward him and gave him a wave. Benji responded with a wave of his own and went to continue walking, but stopped as the giant spoke.

“Hey little guy,” the man said, “heading up to the regrow place?”

Benji turned toward the giant. He was large, even at regular size he would be taller than Benji, with dark hair and an exposed chest. “Yeah, just happened to shrink now so I’m going to the centre.”

“Hey that sucks, walking all the way up. Need a lift?”

Benji eyed the distance he had left to go. For a regular person they could go to the centre and back in just a few minutes, but for him it would take up to an hour.

“If you don’t mind that’d be great, thanks.”

The giant reached out toward Benji, who had to close his eyes as the massive digits wrapped themselves around his tiny body, and gently lifted him up. Benji expected them to head off immediately, but instead the giant sat back and placed the tiny man on his midriff. Benji looked around. The giant pair of speedos to one side, the only article of clothing being worn, and the giant’s head to the other.

“What are you doing?” Benji asked. “Why aren’t we headed to the centre?”

“Hey we’ll give it a sec’ then I’ll take you up,” the giant said, sitting back. “Why do you want to head up so badly anyway? You only get to be shrunk once every couple of years and you want to end it early?”

“I came to the beach to go swimming.” Benji began walking up the giant’s body, his legs slowly making their way up the bare chest beneath him. “I hate being shrunken, I just want to be regular size all the time.”

“There’s a beauty to being shrunk, because it’s a fleeting and limited experience. I’ve shrunken six times myself and not once have I headed to a regrow place. I like to wait it out, live it while I can.”

Benji was on the giant’s chest now, looking right up into the oversized jawline. “So what, you like being tiny so you’re not going to take me?”

“Hey I said I’ll take you, and I will. Give it ten minutes, and I promise I’ll carry you all the way up there.”

“Make it five, or else I’m walking.” Benji turned and sat down, parking himself between the giant’s pecs. Of course he was going to wait five minutes rather than walk for an hour, even if the giant was so free-spirited. As Benji felt the sun overhead and the warm but soft flesh below, as Benji listened to the giant’s breathing and rhythmic sound of his heartbeat, he had to constantly remind himself that he couldn’t enjoy it.

Inspired by the works of GiantsToy

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If you happen to shrink, there are a couple of things you’re supposed to do. The first thing is not to panic; shrinking is natural and it happens to everyone. Benji had already shrunken three in his lifetime, and everyone he knew had shrunken a handful of times at least. The second thing is to have a contingency plan in place. For most people this was to wait a few hours for the shrinking to wear off, or head to a regrow centre where the shrinking can be removed instantly. When Benji shrunk this fourth time, he was already formulating his next steps in his head. Even as the grains of sand turned to marble-sized clumps and the other beachgoers turned to skyscrapers, Benji knew what he was going to do.

There was a regrow centre on the edge of the beach, Benji had walked past it when they came down. All he needed to do was make his way back up and he could get regrown.

As he walked, Benji made sure to stay out of the path of oncoming people. Several people didn’t notice his tiny form so the precaution paid off as bare soles sunk into the sand, but most people did spot him and made sure to avoid blocking him. Even if it wasn’t illegal to harm a tiny person, Benji doubted most people would anyway. Everyone has their first shrinking experience at some point during puberty, and it continues to happen once every few years until you’re in your 50s. There’s a solidarity to avoid making life difficult for a tiny person, usually not enough to go out of your way to help them, but you don’t get in their way.

Benji had not grown accustomed to the experience, but had planned for it nonetheless. His first shrink was at 14. The first one is usually the worst, and he waited a full three hours before growing back to regular size. His second was on his 18th birthday. His friends had held his tiny body high in the air and drunk to celebrate before a more sober individual had taken him to a regrow centre and returned him half an hour later to continue partying. His third shrink was 21 or 22, and he asked his girlfriend at the time to take him to a regrow centre so he could avoid the three hour treatment. Now his fourth, 25 years old and at the beach by himself.

One giant that Benji was walking around turned their head toward him and gave him a wave. Benji responded with a wave of his own and went to continue walking, but stopped as the giant spoke.

“Hey little guy,” the man said, “heading up to the regrow place?”

Benji turned toward the giant. He was large, even at regular size he would be taller than Benji, with dark hair and an exposed chest. “Yeah, just happened to shrink now so I’m going to the centre.”

“Hey that sucks, walking all the way up. Need a lift?”

Benji eyed the distance he had left to go. For a regular person they could go to the centre and back in just a few minutes, but for him it would take up to an hour.

“If you don’t mind that’d be great, thanks.”

The giant reached out toward Benji, who had to close his eyes as the massive digits wrapped themselves around his tiny body, and gently lifted him up. Benji expected them to head off immediately, but instead the giant sat back and placed the tiny man on his midriff. Benji looked around. The giant pair of speedos to one side, the only article of clothing being worn, and the giant’s head to the other.

“What are you doing?” Benji asked. “Why aren’t we headed to the centre?”

“Hey we’ll give it a sec’ then I’ll take you up,” the giant said, sitting back. “Why do you want to head up so badly anyway? You only get to be shrunk once every couple of years and you want to end it early?”

“I came to the beach to go swimming.” Benji began walking up the giant’s body, his legs slowly making their way up the bare chest beneath him. “I hate being shrunken, I just want to be regular size all the time.”

“There’s a beauty to being shrunk, because it’s a fleeting and limited experience. I’ve shrunken six times myself and not once have I headed to a regrow place. I like to wait it out, live it while I can.”

Benji was on the giant’s chest now, looking right up into the oversized jawline. “So what, you like being tiny so you’re not going to take me?”

“Hey I said I’ll take you, and I will. Give it ten minutes, and I promise I’ll carry you all the way up there.”

“Make it five, or else I’m walking.” Benji turned and sat down, parking himself between the giant’s pecs. Of course he was going to wait five minutes rather than walk for an hour, even if the giant was so free-spirited. As Benji felt the sun overhead and the warm but soft flesh below, as Benji listened to the giant’s breathing and rhythmic sound of his heartbeat, he had to constantly remind himself that he couldn’t enjoy it.

Inspired by the works of GiantsToy