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@BigGrumpy I’ve had that thought before, of what if I could send myself somewhere through a webcam and just stumble out on someone’s desk.

@miss-lillipants I can’t carry this burden alone!

It has made me feel inspired to write scenarios like this, but from a SW talking to a giant listener. I’ve had this thought in the past and ended up WAY too self conscious about recording my own voice, but I think the concept is so cool.

S+P 6 - Off to Work

Thank you for all the well wishes! The operation was a total success so I’m very happy about that. I’m still recovering and out of it from the drugs but it should hopefully be a pretty easy recovery. Yay! Now back to the drama lol

Chapter 36
Evie

What the hell is even happening? Am I the one who’s dreaming right now? I have no idea how I might have reacted to Aiden’s confession in different circumstances. I can relate with wanting your toys to come alive as a kid, sure, but I have no idea how that translates into anything remotely sexual. Is it a domination thing? Does he get a power trip every time he picks me up? Does he just get aroused by anything that’s tiny?

It’s a hard enough pill to swallow on a regular day. But in the midst of everything else, he might as well have told me that his rock collection was sentient.

I’ve never seen him act like this either. He looks just as freaked out as I am. More so, even. We’ve been through our fair share of adversity together, and I’ve seen him really stressed before, but not on this level. There’s too many pent up feelings there, combined with his disorientation after falling asleep, the vulnerability of revealing such private information, the stress and exhaustion of the past couple of weeks. It’s all resulting in a manic look in his eyes that’s setting me on edge.

“Wait,” he says adamantly in response to my question. “Hold on, please, listen to me. I did not do this to you on purpose. Okay?”

I shy away, suddenly feeling a lot more timid than I was a second ago. I don’t know what to think right now. Obviously Aiden’s nothing like the scientist who tricked me into shrinking. But at this point, intentionally or not, both of them were involved in ripping my size away, and now both of them have touched me in a violating manner due to me being small. Did they bond over this shit more than I realized? How am I supposed to take this? How is this not a betrayal on some level?

“I mean…” I say unsteadily, “You did do the–”

“I know I was involved,” he cuts in, moving closer, towering over me, “and… and no, you’re right, that part wasn’t a coincidence. I think Dr. Little figured out that I’m into it and that’s why he recruited me, with the hopes that I’d be on board with the messed up stuff he had planned. And yeah, I jumped at the opportunity to be involved with real-life shrinking… of course I did!” His hands are back on the ottoman, on either side of me, and I can’t back up much further. I’m starting to feel trapped.

“But I truly had no idea about the rest! I didn’t know about his plans, or that you’d be stuck small!” he insists, voice strained, “I hate that I took any part in it, I hate that you got fucked over like this. Evie, if I could, I’d restore you this very second. Just because I like this doesn’t– I mean…” He chokes on his words, regretting them immediately and struggling to explain them as his gaze drifts, “Just because I enjoy your… size…”

“Aiden,” I meekly try to interject, but he doesn’t hear me over the sound of his own labored breathing. His head suddenly drops down, making impact just ahead of me, and it’s enough to knock me off my feet. I’m facing his hair now as he presses his forehead against the side of the ottoman. His shoulders are shaking as he comes undone. The danger of someone so huge going into a panic is not lost on me.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about this," he moans, "I didn’t want to freak you out any more than you already were. I swear that my weird fantasy isn’t why you’re here, I’d never do that! Please, please believe me when I say I’d do anything to help you. I don’t know what I’d do if… if you…”

I suddenly leap into action. I scramble to my feet and despite the fear I hurry forwards until I’m pressing my hands against the giant’s head.

“Aiden, stop!” I shout, “I believe you!” I try to push his dark bangs aside so that I can reach his skin, and he stiffens at my touch and holds his breath. I continue with a softer tone, “Please, you’re scaring me. Just… I believe you, okay?”

The massive head shudders with a muffled, shaky exhale. His hands clench into fists just behind me on the ottoman and then he slowly pushes himself up. His eyes are red with gathering tears, he’s clearly still very upset. But I think I’m walking him back off the cliff.

“Do you actually?” he asks faintly, looking me up and down, “Or is it just that I’m scaring you?”

That’s a good question. Am I just trying to calm him down at any cost? Maybe. But I take a second to look back on all of the time I’ve spent getting to know this guy. I don’t think I’m lying.

“I’ve been living with you for months,” I say with determination, “I know you’re not a bad person. I don’t… fully get all of this, but I’m not accusing you of anything, alright? I’m just trying to understand…”

He’s hanging on my every word. The look in his gaze is still so intense and I struggle continuing the eye contact, looking to the side for a moment. “I’m trying to figure out… what this means for us now.”

“Nothing.” Aiden’s answer is swift and firm and desperate. “It changes nothing. These were extenuating circumstances and I did a terrible thing, and I will never touch you like that ever again. I’ll treat you the same as I always have.”

I frown and shake my head. “And I’m supposed to just pretend that I don’t know this thing about you?”

Somewhere behind me I hear his fingers fidgeting restlessly. His expressions shift on his face as he continues to try and bargain. “I mean… okay, what if it was like… um… you were blonde. And then you found out I was super into blondes. Would that suddenly invalidate the friendship?”

I almost laugh grimly at this, but instead I give him a hard look. “You don’t think our situation is slightly more complicated than that?”

Now it’s Aiden who can’t keep eye contact. He looks past me, his anxiety slowly getting replaced with despair.

“And I’m not saying this invalidates our friendship,” I add, trying to soften the blow, “It just… complicates it. I mean, right?”

He doesn’t answer. But he does look at me again, the heartbreak plain on his face. A tear finally breaks through the dam.

“Do you want to move out?” he says quietly, voice breaking. “We can find someone else who you’d be more… comfortable around? Or maybe now is when we go to the police and take some steps towards undoing this?"

A wave of terror passes over me. Stop. Not now. It’s too much to think about. “N-no…” I say quickly, “Um… I just need some time to wrap my head around it all first…”

There’s a long pause. Even I feel completely exhausted at this point. We have no idea what to do with the conversation now. Where do the two of us go from here? If this were any other circumstance, I’d be trying to make physical contact. I desperately want the comfort of his touch that I’ve come to rely on. But after the last time he touched me, I just can’t get myself to reach out.

Aiden’s the one to finally break the silence. “Should I call Moira right now? She can even just stay here tonight, I’ll find somewhere else to…”

He trails off as he sees me shaking my head. “She’s in Florida, remember?” I say, and his shoulders slump in response. “I’m fine, just… um… maybe we should call it early tonight.”

It’s a rejection that hurts us both. But I think we equally need the space to breathe and to think. And in his case… to get some damn sleep.

“Alright,” he says, straightening up a hair. He suddenly looks very self conscious about how close his hands have been to me this entire time, and he moves them apart to create some distance from where I’m standing. For a moment the gears turn in his head until he awkwardly suggests, “I can, um… I’ll go grab a book or something to…”

“It’s fine, Aiden,” I sigh. “You can still carry me over.”

He swallows and tightens his jaw as he flips over one of his hands and flattens it out, not daring to bring it any closer to me. It does feel rather strange to approach it now… like getting bitten by a dog and then coming back over to pet it anyway. I step onto his palm, trying not to overthink it.

The giant lifts me up, keeping the hand I’m in unnaturally rigid, without bringing his fingers in. He curves his other hand around me for safety, but he still gives me a lot of space. Like cupping the flame of a candle - something to protect… but not to touch.

A few gentle steps later he sets his hand down right next to my bed and I walk onto the stable surface of the desk. I crane my neck to look up at Aiden’s distant, broken expression.

“I’m sorry…” he breathes, another tear spilling over. He then immediately backs up from me, his eyes the first thing to turn away before he pivots to leave the room.

Even though he can’t hear me, I say it anyway. “Me too…”

This is not how summer vacation was supposed to start.

For a second I think I might pass out. I collapse into a sitting position right onto the desk and put my face into my hands as I feel the world tilting every which way. I want to wake up. I don’t want to process everything that just happened. I lean a little too far forward, and I feel a twinge in my side that makes me wince and sit back up.

I wasn’t entirely truthful when asked if I was hurt. I can already feel my ribs bruising, and the back of one knee stings from it getting bent
a little farther than it should have. I knew his fingers were capable of causing a lot of damage if he wanted them to, but getting a small taste of that reality has left me rattled. And yet, what hurts most of all isn’t the physical pain. It was the invasively sexual nature of it all. I just feel so dirty, so violated, even if it was an accident, even if he’s sorry…

Aiden’s pleading runs through my head. Seeing him like that was a whole other kind of stressful. I just can’t stop hearing it in my mind. “Please believe me.” It plays again and again until it’s no longer his voice that I’m hearing. It’s a voice from six years ago.

“I’m so sorry”

“Please, listen to me”

“I’ll never do that again”

“You have to believe me!”

Believe me.

Believe me.

How can I?!

I wrench myself up from the floor and run over to my stuffed lion that’s leaning against the desk. I wish I could wrap my arms around it and throw myself on the bed, but that’s impossible now. Instead I bury myself into the fur, running my fingers through it as if trying to clean blood off my hands. This fuzzy little guy has been my companion through so much adversity, and he helps me snap out of it in this moment. I firmly put myself back in place.

This time is nothing like back then. Aiden is a very different person, and I’ve changed too. It’s not fair for me to compare it. Because this time, I’m not on the verge of doing something drastic. And this time… I do believe him. I trust that he didn’t somehow manipulate me into my current situation. I may not understand his fascination with how small I am, but that doesn’t erase the rest of our relationship. He didn’t mean any harm, he apologized, and I trust it won’t happen again. Why can’t it be that simple? Why does it have to be this hard?

I let out a long, deep sigh. I pet my stuffed lion a few more times before I turn around and lean my back against it instead, letting myself slide back to the floor. Tears build up and eventually start running down my face.

It’s hard because I’m falling for him. That in and of itself is already a confusing and difficult thing for me. But now it’s just gotten that much more complicated. I don’t know what’s physically possible between me and a literal giant, but if anything were to become sexual, I would have wanted it to be in a romantic way. A consensual one. Hell, one that we’re at least both conscious for!

Not to mention the fact that he’s been hiding such a secret from me for so long. I understand why he didn’t tell me about his kink… How do you admit to someone that you fetishize their very existence? But it doesn’t hurt any less that I’ve been kept in the dark.

God, I’m such a hypocrite.

I wipe tears away, taking in shaky breaths. Come on, girl. This is just one more hardship the world has thrown at me. Don’t give up, fight back, work harder, remember? I’ve been through way worse. I will figure this out.

There’s a sliver of myself that’s vying for my attention, a small voice inside that suggests something hopefully, and I listen to it now. All this time that Aiden and I have been getting close, I’ve felt so worthless in my three-inch prison. I figured no one could ever desire someone so insignificant. I’d thought that if he and I were to be together, my size would be nothing but a hindrance. But… that’s not quite the case, is it? Maybe this means that my stature isn’t an obstacle after all. Maybe… Maybe…

Maybe it’s the only reason he took an interest in me to begin with.

And with this last heartbreaking thought, I finally give up. I get to my feet. Trudge over to my bed. And crawl under the covers. I’ll be awake for hours yet as my brain anxiously tries to sort everything out in my head. But for now… I just cry.

@protect-tinies Gosh, I never know how to answer these kinds of hypotheticals. Because at the end of the day, if it were for real… no. I wouldn’t shrink. It would destroy my life I wouldn’t even do it once unless I was extremely confident that it was safe, reversible, etc. But if we’re talking in the world of fantasy, then yes, absolutely, I’ll take what I can get lol.

@Nyx YES I’ve been there too. With some kind of inherent understanding on their end (but not explicitly stated until they’re already angry) that if they play giant for a bit then that means I have to play giantess for them too… Ughhhh

@Olo Yeaah about that snatching… @SmolChlo you so have a point ‍

Chapter 37
Aiden

My body did me a solid last night. I figured there was no way I’d be able to sleep at all after everything that happened, no matter how exhausted I was. The pain was too fresh, too raw, too much. But maybe it’s because it was too much that I shut down. I ended up passing out as if slipping into death.

And yet, when I wake up this morning, it may be with a clearer, more rested mind, but it’s with nothing but anxious thoughts. It doesn’t feel like yesterday was real. Never in my entire life had I considered what it might be like to assault someone. Much less by accident. I can still hear her screams every time I close my eyes and I’m not sure it’s something I’ll ever get over.

I’ve also never attempted to share the inner workings of my sexuality with anyone, much less with someone who unwillingly embodies the epitome of my fantasies. It’s something that would have been embarrassing no matter what, but in this particular context the shame feels insurmountable. How am I going to face Evie now? How do we get through this?

I roll over to stare at the tiny paper crane on my nightstand and try to think about the upcoming day. I have double office hours for work so I’ll be out from morning to evening. I kinda wish I could just sneak out the window… I want to give the poor girl some space. Or maybe I’m just being a total coward. But no, I’ll need to enter the other room at some point, we’ll need to acknowledge each other eventually. Maybe there’s a way to ease into it, though. I pick up my phone and my pulse quickens as I type out a text message.

How are you doing? Are you ok?

I send it before I can chicken out and then put my phone down with a sigh, rubbing at my face in both an attempt to wake up and to calm down. I’m surprised by how quickly she answers.

Come in here ya big dummy : )

I smile, quickly getting misty-eyed with immense relief and gratitude. I’m not sure exactly what I expected - maybe the silent treatment, or her saying she needs space, or her dismissively telling me that she’s fine. But this response gives me the strength to get out of bed. I pause in the doorway before I turn the corner, heart still racing, and take some steadying breaths as I pray that I don’t screw up this next interaction.

Evie’s waiting on the other side of the desk from where her stuff is, closer to where I come in, as if to be on neutral ground. She’s perched herself up on top of a stapler and sits there with a gentle smile that makes my stomach twist the moment we make eye contact. I weakly try to return the smile, taking a few steps forward before stopping. My intention is to hover where her voice is just within my earshot without getting too close too quickly.

"Did you get some sleep?” she calls out.

“I did,” I say with a nod. I motion hesitantly just ahead of myself and ask, “Um, is it okay if I…?”

“Yeah, come sit down.”

Despising how big I am right now, I take one more step forward and reach out for the chair, rolling it just a little closer to me before I take a seat so that I’m not right up against the desk.

She looks so fragile and helpless sitting up on a stapler that’s as big as a rhinoceros compared to her. So little… Seriously, thank god I didn’t end up crushing her or anything yesterday. Thank god she’s safe.

I’d thought about what I wanted to initially say to her before I came in, so I push myself to say it now. “Hey so… I’m sorry I had such a meltdown last night… and made a bad situation worse. Especially since you were the actual victim. I guess I was so worried that you’d see me as a monster that I sorta became just that.”

“You’re not a monster, Aiden…” Evie soothes, her voice a balm on my fried nerves. “It’s alright. You’re allowed to have feelings.”

I’m admittedly a little thrown off by how nice she’s being. She’s not acting afraid of me the way she did last night, she’s acting the way she always had before. Which, concerningly, does involve her glossing over her own needs sometimes.

I lean in, just slightly. “And how are you feeling?”

I see the first sign that things aren’t 100% back to normal in the way her shoulders tense and her smile becomes pained. “Yesterday was a lot,” she admits, “I’m still trying to sort it all out. But I’ve been doing some thinking and there’s two things I want to make clear.”

She hops off of the stapler and takes a step towards me, and reflexively I push myself back in my chair, still worried about being too close.

“For one,” she says, ignoring my retreat, “You grabbing me was a total freak accident. I know you never would have done that normally, and I forgive you, okay?”

I close my eyes for a second, letting that wash over me as I inhale. I still don’t feel any less guilty, but the fact that Evie’s so readily extending this olive branch still rocks me to my core. “Thank you,” I sigh, voice wavering as I open my eyes again, “I owe you big time.”

She smiles again before continuing. “The other thing is that I don’t blame you for keeping your fantasies a secret from me. The more I thought about it, the more I realized how hard that must have been for you to tell me, of all people. I get it.”

I stare, dumbfounded, and she turns her gaze down to her fingers as she messes with a strand of her hair.

“A kink doesn’t define you,” she adds nervously, “I still don’t completely understand it so I might have some questions going forward, but… if you can still treat me like a friend and not just some kind of object then we’re good. You think that’s possible?”

“Of course,” I say immediately before I stutter out, “You are being… insanely understanding.”

She sighs and looks up at me, her brown doe eyes shining pitifully. Her voice is soft enough that I have to lean in again. “I don’t want to lose what we had.”

It’s like an arrow to the heart. Maybe I won’t escape this conversation without getting weepy after all. Despite my current fear of my own too-large body, my first instinct is to reach out and touch her. Stopping myself is agonizing and I have to ball my hand up into a fist in my lap to keep it in place.

But then… she reaches out instead. Not quite an arms-spread-out-for-a-hug type of request, just one tiny hand extending forward, as if she’s hoping for me to offer her something. Now feeling like I have her permission, I tentatively reach up and bridge the space, palm up and forefinger outstretched, bringing it just within her reach but letting her initiate. She takes it in both hands and for a moment she just stares at the pad of the digit, running her thumbs over the lines of my fingerprint.

I feel a shiver down my spine from the light touches, combined with a wave of shame over how nice the sensation is. Despite how much better our talk is going this morning, a part of me can’t help feeling uneasy. Something just still feels off. It shouldn’t be this simple. Just like that, everything’s over and done with? I have a hard time believing it. But right now I just hold very still as Evie tries her best to find our old normal, eventually wrapping her arms around my finger and hugging it against her.

“I would’ve told you eventually, you know,” I say quietly, “Depending on the direction things went for us…”

She holds me a little tighter and nods. I don’t think either one of us knows which direction we’re facing at the moment.

Suddenly she snaps out of whatever stupor she was in. “You gotta get to work, right?” she says, letting go of my finger and taking a couple of steps back.

“I’m not late yet. Listen, Evie…” My exhale’s a little shaky as I ride the waves of uneasiness. I can’t just leave things as they are. “I still feel so awful about what happened. And it just happened, so if you ever realize later that you need to talk about it again, with me, with Moira, whatever you need, don’t hold back. And if there’s anything I can do to make it up to you, please tell me.”

“You can get me breakfast?” my little friend says with a smirk, “I could totally go for cold pizza.”

I laugh, sounding a bit hollow even though I appreciate the jest. “I’m serious, Eve. Anything you think could help, just say the word. Think about it, okay?”

And with that I do go ahead and put something together for breakfast - I opt for yogurt and granola, but I also get her a tiny sliver of leftover pizza. I do love that little quirk about her, her ability to stomach any food at any hour. It’s such a relief to know that I still get to share daily life with her and experience all of her idiosyncrasies.

And then I’m off to work. Even though we’re in May, there’s a bit of a cold front that came through today, so the crisp morning air helps invigorate me for the long day ahead.

It feels very different being on the other end of the final exam hump - it’s so strange to think that my last test was just yesterday. So much has happened in so little time. I try to stay focused on all of the students who are still in the throes of studying, which at least helps my mind to stay occupied. But anytime there’s a quiet moment, I’m either thinking about Evie’s panicked distress from last night, or her painfully gentle understanding from this morning.

During my lunch break, I try to write a note to her. I haven’t written her anything in a couple of weeks since I was so busy, and now seems like the right time to get back to it. But I don’t quite know which way to go. Something heartfelt? A casual return to form? I stare at the blank page in front of me until I hear footsteps at my office door. When I look up, I do a double take, not having expected my friend Diego to show up.

“Hey man!” he says, squeezing his tall, burly frame into the comparatively tight space, “I was wondering if I’d find you here. What’d you think of the Biochem final yesterday?”

“Oh, um…” I set my pencil down and have to actively think about the query. “I thought it was rough. Like, I’m pretty sure I passed, but maybe just barely.”

Diego has wandered right past my desk and is now standing in front of the whiteboard nearby, looking curiously at whatever lesson I’d been giving last. True to form, he starts messing with his surroundings as he talks to me, absently picking up a marker.

“Oh thank god, it’s not just me,” he sighs, “Maybe they’ll grade it on a curve. You’re on a lunch break, right? Wanna go grab food?”

He’s already drawn a dick on the whiteboard and I chuckle as I shake my head at him. “I can’t, I should stick around here. Sometimes lunch is the only time people can come by.”

He turns and gives me a sagely nod as he ambles back over towards my desk. “That’s real dedication to your students. I respect that.” In one swift movement, he turns a nearby chair around and straddles it, looking at me pointedly. “You look like something’s wrong. What happened?”

As generally goofy as he is, he can be stupidly perceptive sometimes. I almost ask him what he means by that, but I don’t feel like playing dumb and the truth slips out. “I screwed up last night… I hurt a friend. I didn’t mean to, but I did, and I feel terrible.”

Diego’s eyebrows shoot up. “Fuck, that doesn’t sound like you at all. You wanna talk about it, bro?”

I pick my pencil back up to fidget with it, balancing it on the side of a finger. “It was just… really dumb, on my part,” I mutter, “And what almost makes it harder is that they’re being really nice and accommodating about it.”

“I hear ya, Star can be like that. Last month I forgot about some plans we made, and the only thing that made me feel worse was her being such a sweetheart about it. But her being so sweet’s part of why I love her, ya know?”

He reaches an arm forward to the desk and flicks a stray pen in my direction. It rolls over in a blur and whacks against my hand, and the pencil I was balancing clatters down. I let out a breath of laughter and figure that I’ve lost him, but he jumps right back into his advice.

“If they’ve forgiven you, don’t take that shit for granted! You probably shouldn’t keep bringing up what happened, but you just gotta go above and beyond for a little while. Make sure they know you really care, yeah? Extra communication and attention and all that jazz.”

Damn, he’s actually helping me feel better. Not that I should be surprised, considering how long I’ve known the guy. I shoot my friend a smile. “Right.”

Diego scoots his chair forward so that he can lean both forearms on the edge of the desk in a mock intimidating manner. “So when do I get to meet her?” he asks with a smirk.

Yeeeah not happening, bud. “She’s just a friend. And she doesn’t live here unfortunately,” I say evasively. Technically I’m telling the truth… Evie lives on a different desk.

@frollo Ohh you bring that up and it made me think too - I do rather like the idea of being dominated by multiple giants Adding in some multisize would be all the better~

@blehb @Olo My inspiration was when we got our pet rabbits and joke-planned a series of tunnels for them to traverse all through the house hehehe. I thought that would work better for tiny people anyway

Chapter 41
Aiden

“Hey! You!”

I jump at the sudden yell, knocking my phone over so that the light shuts off, and I curse under my breath. Out of my periphery I see someone at the end of the alley. He’s standing close enough to a streetlight that I can just make out the fact that he’s wearing a police uniform.

“Evie, we’re out of time,” I whisper fervently.

Without the phone light and with how dark the night has gotten, I can hardly see into the room at all now. The last thing I saw was the edge of the flash drive coming into view but then getting stuck in place. That’s about when I got interrupted.

She doesn’t answer immediately and after a second or two I try again, “Eve?”

“Get away from there, kid,” the angry voice calls out again, “Just keep moving.”

Shit. Where is she? Did something happen? Heart racing, I slowly get to my feet to face the stranger and try to stall for time. “I’m looking for my phone!” I call back, “I dropped it around here somewhere.”

He takes a couple of steps towards me, becoming more obscured as he walks between the two buildings that form the alleyway. I glance down at the ground again, trying to will my small friend into existence. Why is she not back yet? She was only a few inches away, surely she heard me. Fuck, did she hurt herself? I didn’t hear any cries… Of course it doesn’t help that now she practically has no light to see by. I feel sick as I think about all the shards of broken glass that was littering her vicinity.

“Likely story,” the cop growls, still keeping his distance, “Sick and tired of you kids trying to break into places just ‘cause they’re off limits…”

“I’m not trying to break into the… wall.” It’s not my intention to come off as rude, but it’s hard to make such a statement without sounding like I’m giving some kind of attitude. I quickly try to revise my tense tone and pacify the approaching man. “Really, I’m just looking for my phone.”

“Oh, right, and I’m sure you had no idea the building was off limits.”

“I swear, I wasn’t trying to get into the building. I’m a student, I was just heading home this way. I live in the area.”

I glance towards the ground again. I’m not leaving without her. But if this goes on for much longer I don’t know what I’ll do.

And then I see it. A tiny figure suddenly darts out of the crevice, and for a split second I don’t even recognize her. She’s completely covered in earth and ash, though her shape is all too familiar even in the dark. I see a glimpse of red as I realize she’s dragging something behind her. The flash drive. She did it.

Evie keeps her head low and moves quickly, hurrying the couple of inches between us as she beelines straight for my left foot. I hold completely still as I stand there and she starts climbing on top of my shoe. My eyes flick back up at the man who’s continuing to yell at me.

“Why go in this direction at all?” he barks, “Did you not see all the caution tape out front?”

I try to hold my gaze steady as he speaks, even though the minute movements down at my ankle are very distracting. My little friend slips under my pant leg, out of sight at least, and I sense her hands against my skin for a second as she feels around in the dark. I wonder what on earth she’s trying to do until I realize she’s pulling back my sock, and then I suddenly feel hard plastic as she shoves the flash drive inside.

Hoping that I’m not making any weird faces, I attempt to focus on continuing the conversation. “I didn’t realize that meant this path was also blocked off, sir…”

Just then I tense up. I feel a scurrying, and it’s barely perceptible but I swear I also hear a tiny, muffled gasp of a yell. I think she lost her grip. I look down just in time to see Evie toppling out from the pant leg opening, half sprawled against my shoe as she hits the concrete and winces in pain.

I have to do something. “Oh wait, I see it, it’s right there,” I say in the direction of the officer, and I crouch down to the ground.

I pick my phone up with one hand, and the other one reaches for Evie. We lock eyes for a split second, a tense moment of wide-eyed acknowledgement, and she braces herself. I close my fingers around her little body, cold and trembling. But even as I pick her up off the concrete I have no idea which direction my hand should go. There’s no way I can sneak her into a pocket right now, especially as there’s a louder yell–

“Hey!” The cop just turned on a flashlight. In that second that the light dances across the ground, I feel Evie wriggle out of my grasp and scurry right over my wrist… and under the long sleeve of my shirt. Then the light is on me, blinding me and causing me to squeeze my eyes shut. “Keep your hands where I can see them!” the man demands.

I do as he says. I raise both hands up, still squinting against the light that he’s centering right on my face. Slowly I get up from crouching, continuing to carefully lift my arms to show that I’m not hiding anything. Except I am. The tiny girl in my shirt slides right down the length of my forearm and comes to a stop around the inside of my elbow. Thankfully the little lump in my sleeve is facing me and not the cop.

“See?” My hands are open, aside from me pinning the device against my palm. “Just my phone. Sorry, officer, I really didn’t mean to cause any trouble.”

I tense up again, and I’m worried that I visibly flinched this time. For some reason Evie’s just reacted to something, jumping and then suddenly clenching herself against my skin. I can feel her tiny fingers digging into my arm and she’s shaking harder than ever. What’s wrong with her? I do my best to regain my composure, needing to focus on getting us out of here.

“I truly was just passing through, sir,” I say as deferentially as I can.

I can’t make out the cop’s expression with him shining his flashlight at me like this, but finally I hear a loud, grumpy sigh. "Pass through then. Go on.”

With a thankful nod, I lower my arms and turn to leave. I don’t even care that I’m walking in the opposite direction of my apartment right now, I just want to get away from him. I take a quick glance behind me as I turn the corner and the policeman has already left as well, nothing but a shadow on the opposite street.

“Evie, you alright?” I whisper to my arm, still holding it at an angle, as if perpetually checking my watch, “Can you hang tight for a minute?”

“Uh huh,” she confirms weakly, her voice barely perceptible.

I hurry down a couple more buildings to where I know is a small park - it’s more like a tiny courtyard with just a few trees, a fountain and two benches, but it’s deserted and fairly isolated due to the foliage.

“Can I get you out?” I ask in a hushed tone, carefully brushing a finger over the little hump at my elbow. I take a seat at one of the benches, trying to keep my arm steady, and she responds with a shaky “yes please.”

Keeping the limb held up, I tug down on the opening of the sleeve with my other hand, creating a tunnel hanging under my forearm. Then I tilt it just enough to slowly help slide her along the length of the fabric, leveling it out again once she’s close to the entrance. I can see her now, struggling to get her bearings on all fours, and I readjust my hand so she can climb into it.

Her skin is mostly a patchwork of browns, blacks and grays from the filth that she’s covered in. But despite that I can tell, in the dim light of the nearby streetlamp, that underneath all of it she’s a couple of shades paler than usual and still shivering pretty bad.

“What is it?” I ask anxiously. My eyes dart all over her, looking for blood or shards of glass or any other signs of injury. “Please don’t tell me I…”

“No no no, it’s not you,” she says, waving her hands as she looks to me, “I’m fine, I’m not hurt or anything. I just…” She pauses to put a hand on her chest and steady herself. “I thought we got caught. That was really scary…”

“Oh. Yeah, it was pretty stressful,” I affirm, finally starting to relax. “It’s okay, I was checking, he didn’t follow us.”

“I thought he was a security guard or something at first,” she says through steadying breaths, “but he was an actual cop?”

“Yeah. It sounded like other people have tried breaking in so maybe they started to patrol the area more…”

Come to think of it, I’m pretty sure the moment I felt her panic within my sleeve was when I referred to the guy as “officer.” I vaguely wonder what difference that really makes, but Evie keeps talking before I can mention it.

“Thanks for getting us out of there,” she sighs, grabbing one of my fingers and hugging it tightly, "Sorry I put you through all that… and I’m sorry I took so long. Decided to take a dirt bath, apparently. Have I ever told you I hate being underground?”

“You might have mentioned it before,” I say with a budding smile. I’m happy to see how she’s holding on to me while looking so relieved like that. Maybe I’m not a total menace after all.

“Took me a minute to dig my way out, thankfully it was mostly ash so it was pretty light. Not sure I would have made it otherwise. And then I had to go and make things harder… I’d meant to hunker down against your leg but I ended up tripping on a shoelace."

“You’re fine. I would’ve been too worried about knocking you off my foot when I started walking. Oh but speaking of that…”

I bend over while still holding her raised up, reaching one hand down to my ankle where the flash drive is still snugly tucked in my sock. I hold it up, shocked at how intact it looks.

“You really did it,” I marvel before beaming at her with pride, “I can’t believe you got it out. That’s so awesome, Evie!”

She finally cracks a smile too. “I told you I– whoa, whoa!”

Overcome with relief and admiration and the adrenaline-fueled rush of the entire adventure, I was just starting to pull her up to my face without really thinking. But at her yell I suddenly freeze in place, realizing I was about to ignore all of our previous talks of baby steps. “Sorry, is this bad?" I ask, still holding her at my eye level, “Too much, too soon?”

“No, not that, I’m just disgusting right now, dude!" she protests, motioning down at herself covered in dirt.

“Oh, is that all?" I say with a chuckle, and I bring her in, closing my eyes as I press her right up to my cheek.

She wriggles against me, arms futilely pushing back, “Seriously, man, I’m so gross! Look, I’m getting it on you!”

“You’re not gross,” I murmur with utmost sincerity, “You’re amazing.”

She falls into silence, her protestful shoves weakening. I gently rub against her, feeling the dirt get smudged under my eye before I pull her back a bit.

“Look, now we match!” I say with a grin, noticing there’s a little less filth covering her clothes and skin.

She breaks into a smile before it evolves into a sweet, genuine giggle that makes my heart sing. I had wondered when I’d ever get to hear it again.

"Okay well, I have to even it out now,” she quips playfully, and she shifts forward in my hand, back towards me, reaching out to my other cheek. Again I bring her in close, and I struggle to contain my laughter as she intentionally marks more of my skin by wiping her body off on me.

My new look might earn me some confused glances on the way home. This whole thing might have been the most terrible, risky idea we’ve ever had. It might still all have been for nothing. But I would do it a thousand times more just to share this integral moment of the two of us clicking back into place.

@i-am-insane But see, while M/fff seems to be the standard, I have no interest in giantess, so what I’m talking about is MMM/f 🤭

@skysayl What I would do to be able to have a size dream

Chapter 42
Evie

Of course it was password protected.

I splash water on my face, even though I think I’ve gotten almost all of the dirt off at this point. The ash was a little more difficult to scrub away, but after working at it for twenty minutes in the bath, slowly turning the water a soapy gray, I think I’m as clean as I’m going to get. I rinse myself off with the water bucket I’d set aside and grab a towel to dry off.

As I start getting dressed again, I look upwards to the vented ceiling, trying to make out what I can of Aiden through the criss-crossing plastic strips. He had brought his laptop over for us to investigate the flash drive, and once we discovered the impasse and futilely made a few attempts at breaching it, I figured I’d clean myself up while he kept trying. I took a little longer than I meant to, partly from the scrubbing but also just from the sheer exhaustion after I’d exerted myself so much at the lab. Compared to my aching muscles, I barely even notice the soreness in my ribs now.

Once I’m clothed, I come back out, noticing my friend has also taken the opportunity to clean the dirt off his face. I clear my throat and ask with very little hope in my voice, “Any luck?”

With one defeated shake of his house-sized head, he sighs, “Sorry. I’ve been trying to Google ways around it, but nothing’s working. I’m no hacker…” Finally giving up, he slips the flash drive out of the USB port and holds it up. “Maybe someone else could do it, though, if we reported this.”

“Oh, right, let’s go tell the cops we stole evidence from a crime scene,” I say sarcastically.

“I can easily tell them it was in the bag I grabbed on the way out,” Aiden insists, “I’m just saying.”

With a small, sad smile I lower my gaze. What he doesn’t realize is that I’ve already accepted my reality. This was my last ditch attempt. One final, desperate push to get myself out of this situation, just so that I can know I did everything I could without resorting to the impossible. It may not have amounted to anything. But it’s the closure that I needed.

“Thank you for trying, Aiden. Let’s… let’s talk logistics,” I say, and I start feeling an increasing fear as I try to face this dreaded topic head on. “H-how much longer are you willing to let me stay?”

He frowns at the intensity in my voice and pivots his chair to face me, giving me his full attention. “There’s no time limit,” he says evenly, “I’m just concerned for you. I’m not sure what will happen if we wait for so long.”

I shake my head. “Don’t worry about that for a minute. Remind me, how much school do you have left?”

He raises his eyebrows, finally realizing just how long term I’m insinuating here. “Uh, if all goes well… another three semesters. About a year and a half.”

“And you’d truly be okay with me staying that entire time?”

Aiden hesitates this time, and I wait with bated breath. I don’t blame him for faltering, but finally he answers plainly and confidently. “Yes.”

I mentally try to do some math to figure out how long I’ve been living here so far. It started in early February, we’re mostly through May… We’re coming up on four months. Maybe another few months of me avoiding everything wouldn’t be too much to ask?

“Give me until the end of the year?” I say tentatively, “And then we can have this conversation again?”

The giant’s intensity matches mine as he stares me down. “You’re absolutely sure? You’re okay staying small for that long?”

“Y-yes. As long as it’s okay with you. I just… still don’t feel ready for the world to find out about me. Especially with no guarantees that this can even be fixed.”

He doesn’t understand that I don’t have much of a choice in this. It’s not that I want to stay little. It’s that some things are worse. But I can’t go too far in that direction, so I choose a different one, one that I hope might lighten the mood.

“Besides,” I say with a teasing smile, “You like me better this way anyway, right?”

Aiden doesn’t laugh. His intensity doesn’t diminish. He just keeps staring at me with a creased brow and his staggering hazel gaze. I wonder if he even registered what I said.

“I mean… right?” I repeat, a bit more meekly this time, trying to maintain my smile to show him I’m just poking fun.

He breaks eye contact and turns his head to stare out the window. There are clearly a thousand thoughts passing through his brain and my anxiety builds at the sight. He clenches his jaw and his voice comes out a little tight. “If we’re talking that long, then I… I don’t know if I can keep…”

My fear goes into a crescendo at those words. Is he about to take back what he said about letting me stay? Is he actually thinking things through now? Did I just shoot myself in the foot by bringing it up?

His voice is still strained as he finally says something else. “Listen… I’m only saying this because of the potentially non-zero chance that the feeling’s mutual, but…” Aiden turns towards me again and I’m taken by surprise at the way his expression has changed. He’s not quite frowning anymore, if anything he looks… scared? “Evie, in case it wasn’t incredibly obvious by now, I’m… I’m interested… in you. I care about you… a lot.”

Oh.

A different kind of nervousness settles in instead. The kind that feels like butterflies.

He continues talking as I stand there in stunned silence. “I kept wondering if I should say something, I’ve had so many ideas on how I could make a move, but I decided to hold back and hide this because I didn’t want to make it weird or put you in a shitty position. But whether I wanted it or not, a lot has changed recently, and then yesterday happened, and I don’t think I can try to hide it anymore…” He pauses and swallows as if combatting dry mouth. “If the answer’s no, that’s completely fine and I won’t bring it up again. I’m totally happy just being friends and you still living here, unless you want somewhere else. No pressure, really, I–”

“Aiden?” My small voice is enough to stop him in his tracks. Fully aware of how much I’m blushing right now, I stutter, “Th-the feeling’s mutual. The interest is… mutual.”

After a moment of processing, his expression shifts again. Like clouds clearing out to let the sun shine, he inhales into a wide, uninhibited smile. I can see the explosion of relief and joy bursting behind his eyes. “Are you sure?” he asks, trying to rein himself in, “You’re not feeling pressured or anything?”

“N-no.”

This part’s a lie. But it’s just a white lie, since the rest of it is so, so honest. I don’t care what happened 24 hours ago. I don’t care what happened six years ago. All I care about right now is this man towering before me. I care about him so incredibly much.

“I’m sure,” I add with a nod, “Well, I’m not really sure exactly how I feel, I don’t want to rush into anything but… um… how about…”

I trail off, biting my lip as I stare at the ground for a second. Then I sheepishly look up at him again, keeping my head level as my eyes aim up.

“W-what ideas did you have in mind, exactly? On making a… a move?”

There’s a moment of silence as Aiden regards me in a new light. His smile is gentle and his pupils are expanding as he lets himself show whatever tender emotions he had been too afraid of revealing in the past. The look in his eyes is making me melt.

Slowly, he begins lowering his head in front of me, pushing his chair back and bending down so that he can get closer. I feel my insides squirm at the sight of something so massive coming my way, but I make sure not to take a step back, staying rooted to the spot.

His face is twenty feet away now, which in reality is only a few inches. I’m just below his eye level, struggling to take all of him in. The giant’s hand approaches me from the side, makes contact, ring finger pushing a strand of hair behind my shoulder.

“Can I try something?” he murmurs as he looks me in the eye, “You can stop me at any point.”

I keep my mouth firmly shut, though my breath is shallow through my nose and my pulse quickens. Feeling flush, all I can do is nod.

Aiden moves even closer. His hand tilts to rest just behind me, the side of it leaning on the table, and he puts one finger against my shoulder blades. “Hold still,” he whispers.

I don’t think I can quite do that - there’s a subtle, uncontrollable trembling in my body. But I do stay as motionless as possible, and as he comes ever closer he raises his face and now it’s his mouth that’s approaching and I squeeze my eyes shut.

I feel it on my cheek first, the soft skin of his lower lip. Then the pressure takes up more and more space, pressing up against the side of my head, my neck, the top of my shoulder. Aiden’s too close to see what he’s doing, and that must be why he has his hand on me, to help himself aim as he gives the side of my tiny face a gentle kiss. I’m so small that to him it must be like kissing the tip of a finger. He’s holding his breath and manages not to knock me over, keeping it brief and tender and warm.

I had no idea I could still feel anything so wonderful at this size.

He pulls away again and my eyes blink back open, immediately looking for his in the aftermath. He’s blushing, clearly reeling as well from the intimacy, sporting a nervous smile. I almost giggle, then almost tear up, then I just look down and try to take a deep breath.

Feeling like I’m the one who needs to say something, I manage a weak, “Okay, w-well, um…” I suddenly reach up to my face and push a few strands of hair back behind my other shoulder, exposing the untouched side of my neck. “You have to even it out now, right?” I say shyly.

Aiden beams and his breath of laughter is close enough that it tickles my skin. His hand shifts against my back to the other side now so that he can lean in once more.

I keep my eyes open this time. I see the flash of white of his teeth from his smile before the lips close and come to meet me. I can make sense of it now, the way the lower lip presses against my neck and shoulder and the upper lip brushes against the top and side of my head. I make out the way he uses his hand to touch both me and his own face to get a better sense of where I’m standing. I take in the soft pink of the skin that’s up against my cheek.

There’s still so much of his mouth that doesn’t make contact with me, and I just want to run a hand down the length of his lips, or along the tiny bumps of stubble on his chin, or against the tip of his nose just above me. I want to press myself against him in return. Maybe even turn my face towards his mouth and try to make this an actual kiss. But I’m too taken aback to do anything but soak in this amazing new sensation of a warm embrace with a person many, many times my size.

Even though I’ve just been standing in one spot on the desk, I feel out of breath when he pulls back a second time. I swear my entire body is blushing from the intensity of what just happened. And this time I’m the one beaming up at him.

"Th-thank you,” I say awkwardly with a laugh.

Aiden laughs too, and he slides his whole arm onto the table now, surrounding me with it until I’m corralled near the crook of his elbow.

"You’re so adorable,” he mumbles, and he still stays incredibly close to me, leaning further down to rest forehead against forearm, dimming the lights as he creates a half cave all around me. He lets his eyes shut, so close that the breath coming out of his nose warms my feet and his eyelashes brush against my stomach. “And so, so welcome,” he whispers.

Struggling against my overwhelm, I finally do a little something of my own. I put a hand up to his forehead, and then I lean in to kiss the space between his eyebrows. I try to channel all of my gratitude and joy and affection for him as I press my lips to his skin. It’s not much. But I’ve been wanting to do it for a long time.

It’s happening. We’re doing this. I didn’t know how on earth we’d ever be able to figure it out, how we might physically be together, but he’s gently guiding me through the possibilities in a way that leaves me desperate for more. It might be a lot for me to handle, especially after what happened just yesterday. There’s just so much of him. But right now… that doesn’t seem like such a bad thing.

I guess his enjoyment of my size is a double edged sword. It’s made my predicament less of an obstacle and more of a bonus, at least for him. I mean, I’m sure my stature is not all there is to this. I’ve been able to develop feelings for him without any kind of size-related kink. Our friendship’s been real. I’m sure it has been.

At least… I hope it has been.

As I stand there, now pressing my forehead against the giant that I’ve undoubtedly fallen for, the worries start flooding back in.

What if this doesn’t work out? What if he realizes how hard it is to be with someone like me? Realizes that the fantasy works out much better in his mind than it does in reality? What if he loses interest and I’m ultimately left heartbroken and homeless?

Or what if it goes the other way… What if leaning into this makes it so that he really does only end up seeing me as an object of his lust? What if the only reason I have a place to stay is because he likes having a tiny girl as a pet? What if me being with him is no longer a choice I’m making because I’m interested in him… but a choice I’m making to survive?

Stop it, I think to myself. Please, brain. For once in my goddamn life… just let me enjoy this. Let me be happy.

Soon enough Aiden and I pull apart, all smiles and giggles, and from there we swiftly decide we should relax for the evening and start watching our next show. He offers to make the popcorn, I ask if I can join him in the kitchen, and he lays his hand flat beside me with the biggest, happiest smile I’ve ever seen him wear.

As I step onto the palm of the most important person in the world to me, I don’t look back. I gather all of my worries, and I shove them deep, deep underground.

~ End of Part 2: Down to Earth~

@blehb Hell yeah! Oof being fought over would be its own level of fear/excitement. Meanwhile I keep thinking about two male lovers working together to use me as a toy for their amusement and pleasure. 1v1 when there’s a shrunken party already is unfair, but 2v1 becomes impossible.