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@foreverlurk I meeeean, to be fair, I think anyone would would want to do that to try and get help hehe. But us size kinksters have ulterior motives…

I’ve always loved the idea of being able to send myself to someone like that. But then the actual process of getting delivered sounds like an absolute nightmare lol

@Olo I guess I just need to call you over whenever I’m wanting to feel secure Barring an actual giant to help me out I gotta do my best with my little leaf blanket…

@miss-lillipants I never know if I’m being too subtle or not subtle enough so I’m always glad when something has the intended effect lol

I think part of why I don’t particularly like love triangles is because it generally means that one person’s going to end up unhappy, and that’s kinda sad. But I think the bigger reason is because I think love triangles are rarely done well. I dunno, I’ve seen so many where it’s very obvious who the person is going to end up “choosing” and it feels like so much time is wasted on pointless drama that doesn’t really accomplish anything. But if a love triangle is done well then I’m totally open to it – and add a size element to the mix and I’m far more likely to be interested!

@giantmaneddie UGH, been there

@HentaiHunter1 Oh wow, I didn’t think of that. Good point!! An extra nightmare

@TakoAlice8 Such an interesting thing to think about. I’m 5’2" so I’m ready pretty small irl - I don’t particularly want to actually be shorter, so the fantasy of being super tiny is very much just a fantasy for me. My husband meanwhile is 6’2", on the tall side. I do really love the height difference, I’ll admit. And although he doesn’t quite have the SW kink himself, he enjoys how much shorter I am too and is super supportive about my own kink, he finds it cute and fun.

But I have absolutely felt insecure before about our height difference. I suppose I do generally like tall guys because I like feeling small, but it’s never been a prerequisite for dating. The other men I’d been interested in previously were either average height or shorter. And yet I still ended up with a tall dude. We did the online dating thing and got to know each other really well before I met him in person, so I had no idea he was so tall when I was already very interested. But I still feel uncomfortable about accidentally fitting into the stereotype you were mentioning.

I’ve actually told a couple of friends about my interests, and I usually feel compelled at some to say something like “I promise I didn’t just fall for my husband because he’s tall!!” Even though when I say that, the thought never seems to have crossed their mind and no one’s ever gotten judgy… Maybe sometimes we really just overthink things. But you are definitely not alone!

@Olo Yesss, as much as I love the early moments of being freshly shrunk - the shock, the meet cute, the discovery - there’s something so fun about the both of them becoming more and more comfortable with the size difference. 🥰

I’ll be totally honest, I was just having Aiden make conversation with the Christmas thing, but reading back he does sound overeager I’ll just roll with it, why not, let’s just say he’s obsessed with Christmas haha

Outside of any biting or clawing or pulling on hairs that I might do in a panic… I think a better tactic would be to use my brain. To either try to trick him into something or, if we’re being honest, I’d probably just attempt to get through to him/make him feel pity/get him on my side.

@SmolChlo I’m the same way! The only situations I would be okay with something like that is 1) non-con evil giant and us girls gotta stick together, or 2) maybe just 2-3 pets and it’s a loving polyamorous thing between everybody.

@TakoAlice8 Oh he doesn’t actually have the kink! That would be an insane coincidence. He’s just really supportive and gets into it for my sake (which I know I’m still very very lucky to have that). It can be kinda fun to get a normie’s take on sizey stuff though, it’s helped with my writing and stuff too!

Chapter 16
Aiden

I’ve noticed something today… Evie’s gotten a lot better at walking on soft surfaces. She’s hardly wobbling at all now when she strolls back and forth on the couch. She’s deep in thought as she contemplates her next move, eyeing each Magic card like she’s observing an art gallery. The way we’ve figured out how to play is by sticking the cards upright between two couch cushions, so that I can’t see what cards are in her “hand” as I sit on the floor facing her.

She’s wearing a new outfit today too. Even though they’re probably not the easiest thing to make (and definitely not the easiest thing to cut out for her, admittedly), she’s been focusing on making little shorts for herself. They do look homemade, but she’s getting better at re-figuring out how to sew. Her top is new and is actually really pretty, with its decorative pleats lining the hem, which is especially impressive considering she just used fabric from another one of my old shirts. This shade of green looks a lot better on her than it did on me. Between that and the earthy brown color of her shorts, she’s looking even more like a mystical woodland sprite.

I have my elbow propped on the couch, wearing a constant smile as I watch my little friend concentrate. I’m definitely paying more attention to her right now than the cards laid out in front of us. I still easily won the last game, though… Apparently it’s been a while since she’s played this.

Evie was the one who had requested this morning that we play when I get home after work. I offered to build her a deck she could use for the game, but she wanted to try her hand at it first. So I’d given her my cards to look through, sorted in a few piles by color, and apparently she spent all day building her own deck. Which must have been a workout since these cards are taller than she is.

My tiny opponent finally nods with a smirk. She has to stretch her arms out to the sides to pluck one of the cards out from the couch, pivoting it so that she’s holding it above her head. Then she walks forward and slaps it down with confidence. “Downsized!” she exclaims.

“Seriously?” I laugh at the irony of her using what is essentially a shrink ray.

“Yup. Target creature gets minus 4 to power. And I will target your cheeky little Doomwake Giant over here." The irony of me using that card was not lost on her either.

Now is when I turn my attention back to my own game, and I suddenly realize she just made a very good move. She’s rendered my sole defense at this point completely useless. I look at the cards out on the couch cushion and in my hand, but clearly the writing’s on the wall.

“I… can’t… win this one,” I finally admit.

“Aw yeah! That’s right!” she cheers, throwing her arms up in the air and running a victory lap around her side of the cards as she giggles with delight. I can’t help but grin and laugh in turn. I’d be happy to lose every time if it meant getting to see this adorable display.

“Yup, you got me, I did not see that coming. You’re a sneaky little thing, aren’t you?” I say, reaching forward to push down into the couch next to where she’s passing by, and she trips over the sudden depression that I’ve created. She goes from stumbling to intentionally falling forward onto the soft surface, still beaming at her triumph as she rolls onto her back to look up at me.

“We have to do a tie breaker now!” she chirps, getting back to her feet and eagerly taking a few steps forward… and she gets a bit too close to the edge of the couch for my liking.

“Careful,” I say softly, shifting my hand to rest in front of her in a loose fist, essentially blocking her way. I hope I’m not being condescending in the process. Evie’s gotten so much more confident with her size over the past couple of weeks, she’s almost starting to overtake me in feeling comfortable with it. I add, “Can’t we just say that we’re equally good and call it a day?”

“I… I just want to play with you more,” she says with sudden sincerity, her smile faltering. She reaches out and touches the hand that’s in front of her, her miniscule fingers pressing into one of my knuckles. I don’t think she means to be giving me puppy dog eyes, but that’s absolutely what’s happening.

There’s a tightness in my chest. She’s so, so difficult to resist. Truly such a little thing, and yet she has so much influence over me nowadays…

My friends are starting to notice that something’s off with me. For one, I’ve definitely been a bit “busier.” Not that I used to invite people over that often, but I’d at least meet up with them to study at the library or something. I still do that between classes and will often grab lunch with people, but it’s clear that I spend way more time away from others than I used to. Just this morning, my friend Diego was giving me a hard time about it.

“What’s that?” he asked, making me jump. He pulled back the seat next to me, giving me a knowing smile as he sat down.

I was just looking at Evie’s latest note. Normally I would have already read and written a response before Biochem, but I had two back to back exams for my previous classes, so I was only just getting around to reading it. I folded the tiny piece of paper up and casually tucked it back into my wallet.

“My grocery list,” I said shortly in response.

“Uh huh… which is why you’re hiding it. You’ve been acting weird lately, you know.” My friend’s taller than I am and was using it to his advantage, leaning in and narrowing his eyes menacingly.

I gave him a tired look, raising an eyebrow to show him I wasn’t down for his usual ribbing. “How so?”

“I don’t know, just… off. I have a sixth sense for these things. And we never get to see you on the weekends anymore. Is it a girl?”

There’s no way I kept completely cool at that. I immediately felt heat in my ears at how quickly and accurately he hit the mark. Though the situation’s not exactly what he was thinking.

“I’m not secretly dating anybody, if that’s what you’re implying,” I said, keeping my tone as casual as possible.

“You, my man, are avoiding the question,” Diego responded with his signature goofy grin as he leaned back in his chair. “Fine, keep your secrets. Just as long as you help me with the homework for tomorrow. Wanna grab burgers after this?"

“Yeah, sure.” I cracked a smile at that point, grateful that he was respecting my privacy. Though it did make me wonder… How long can I keep this up?

“Pleeeeease?” Evie begs now, snapping me back to attention.

“I’ve got homework to do!” I laugh, giving her an apologetic look. “This paper’s not going to write itself.”

“Oh, right… That’s fair. Sorry, I don’t mean to distract you so often,” she says and she sounds a bit self conscious now, her eyes trailing to the floor. “Um, mind putting me back up on the desk then?”

I smile and reach behind her so that I can scoop her up into my hand, enjoying the feeling of her weight against my palm.

“Hey.” I touch her shoulder with my thumb and hold her high enough to be level with my face so that I can get her to look at me. “Just so we’re clear. I’d much, much rather kick your butt at Magic.”

She smirks back, my attempt at lightening the mood successful. “Uh huh. Oh I see now, the real reason you don’t want to play is because you know I’ll kick your butt. Again.”

“Hardly,” I say with a chuckle, slowly standing up now, “Though I’ll be honest, I haven’t lost that bad in a long time.”

“I’m sure you’ll recover someday. You’re actually really good, Aiden. A worthy opponent.”

“Same to you.”

I set her onto the desk and notice that apparently all of my papers are still in a pile here from when I was doing homework alongside her last night.

“Oops, I forgot I left my stuff. Let me get it out of your— aahh.” I jerk my hand away from the textbook I’d been closing, wincing in pain.

Evie jumps at my sudden exhalation, looking over at me wide-eyed. "What happened?”

"Paper cut.” There’s a tiny trickle of blood at the base of my thumb so I stick it in my mouth, taking a slow breath through my nose as it stings.

"Oh no, those are the worst! How bad is it, can I see?”

“I mean…” I’m trying not to show amusement at how worried she looks and pull my hand away from my face to show her. “No, it’s not bad. I’m fine.” Even as I say that the blood stubbornly bubbles right back up. She looks crestfallen at the sight.

“Do you have bandaids? Ugh, I wish I could help…”

“Yeah, I have some in the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” Seeing the look on her face I add, “Don’t worry, Evie, it’s just a small cut.”

I step away, processing what I’d just said and realizing that from her perspective it might not have looked so small. I go through my medicine cabinet and am finding myself blushing. How sweet of her to fret over me like that…

I wash off the cut and normally I’d just put on the bandaid and call it a day. But I’m hit with a thought and instead bring the box of bandages back out to the living room. Evie’s still standing there near the edge of the desk, wringing her hands and visibly looking like she’s trying not to fuss.

“Think you could give me a hand?” I ask sheepishly as I come sit down, “I always have a hard time wrapping these things around one-handed.”

She perks up immediately at the thought of feeling useful. I hold the middle of the bandaid at the outer edge of my thumb, and the extra help is actually kind of nice as my little assistant stands on the other side and pulls each end of the bandage around the digit so that it’s nice and snug.

“There you go,” she says, rubbing her palm over her handiwork. She’s come around to making lighter of the situation now as she pets me and says with a doting old lady voice, “Now, you give it plenty of time to heal, alright? I don’t want to see you being so reckless again.”

I chuckle and play along, “Yes, grandma, I’ll be careful.” I look down at her fondly and since she’s standing next to the inside of my thumb she’s in the perfect position for me to close my hand around her. I gently bring a couple of fingers in to give her a very small squeeze. “Thanks, Evie. That was really sweet.”

“Anytime!” She wraps her arms around one of my fingertips and squeezes me back.

“That did make me realize, though…” I say pensively as I pull my hand away. “We should probably have a first-aid kit over here that you’re able to access. It would be a different story if you were the one to get a paper cut.”

“Yeah, not a bad idea…” she agrees. “Though, honestly… I might be too small for that to happen? I think paper is too thick for me now. But yeah, probably shouldn’t take that chance.”

I put the homework on hold for another fifteen minutes or so as I gather a variety of first-aid items, cutting out tiny bits of gauze and bandages for her to have access to in an emergency. Though hopefully I’d be there to help if anything happened. No… hopefully, we’ll never need to use these at all.

@tiny-ivy Just did some quick math and I think the answer is the tiny would need to be about a tenth of an inch

@Olo I love that he has one just clenched in his fist lol, didn’t even notice them at first