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.
@subasubaski This is a very interesting perspective to read, and you bring up some points that I haven’t thought about (like capitalism getting in the way of this if it gets too popular). I do also need the reminder that in my own social bubble, people are very accepting - to my knowledge, none of my friends are furries, but if the topic of furries comes up, everyone is like “eh, that’s cool, whatever makes them happy.” Society at large is not always so kind, far from it.
I’m not sure if I think it’s completely fair to say that interest in size is purely a fetish community though. There’s such a wide spectrum of preferences among people - you may not enjoy a friendly, happy life with tiny people, and that’s ok! But I know I certainly do, even within my NSFW interests - I understand the BDSM comparison to some extent, but in my case, for the most part, the kink doesn’t feel like BDSM at all. Plus the SFW side has existed for just as long as the NSFW side, and I’m personally so glad for it, otherwise I might not have figured out this part of myself to begin with. I’ve had an interest in being tiny for as long as I can remember, and I recall being a kid in the early days of the internet and coming across some giantess NSFW sites that I was absolutely too young to see. It was honestly a little traumatizing and I almost just started repressing this side of myself altogether. It was then such a relief to find a sfw community and be able to explore the interest as a nonsexual one before it eventually matured into a sexual one.
I dunno, just wanted to share my perspective! I do see where you’re coming from though, considering your own interests within the fetish.
Chapter 17
Evie
I stare at my calendar, miniaturized at about the size of a notecard, and yet it’s as tall as I am. It’s been almost four weeks since I was shrunk. 27 days. The number boggles my mind. It seems like so much longer in a way, like I’ve been dealing with this forever… and yet sometimes it also feels like it just happened. I still have days where something unexpected startles me or I get disoriented.
Oddly, as much as I miss my old size, I don’t know if I can say that I miss my old life. Not the specifics of it at least… I’ve come to realize just how much I was struggling. I’m still struggling with being three inches tall, of course, but something about it is different now. And I think part of it is the fact that I have a friend now. I haven’t been this close with anyone in such a long time. It sucks that we were essentially forced to be together, but… even if I were to become my old self again, I can’t imagine life without Aiden anymore.
I hear his familiar footsteps coming in from the bedroom, and I turn to see him come into view, giant laundry basket in hand. For a little while I just watch him going about his daily life. I take in the movements of his enormous body as he transfers what looks like a series of circus tents into a silo. I brace myself against the booming crack of noise as he closes the washing machine, and the sound of the appliance starting is like the rumbling of thunder.
He’s been a little extra quiet today ever since he got home from work. Not that he’s a loud person, but he usually has more to tell me about his day, and I’m beginning to know him well enough to sense that something’s off.
Aiden puts the basket on top of the machine and then turns, shooting me a quick smile before he ambles over to the kitchen. I hear the distant clattering of ceramic echo through the canyon of the apartment as he starts doing some dishes. At this point I’ve stepped away from the calendar and have picked up a book - one of the shrunken novels actually turned out to be kinda interesting after all - but I keep glancing over at him. The more I pay attention, the more I notice the tension he’s carrying in his shoulders and his jaw. His gaze is largely unfocused as he goes through the motions.
After a few minutes, I decide to get up and walk over to my phone. We’ve been writing each other physical notes and see each other so much at home that I hardly ever text him - if anything he’s the one who will shoot me a message if he’s going to be late or something. But I want to reach out. And I know he wouldn’t be able to hear me yelling from this far, especially over the sound of the running water.
I tap open the texting app and pick out Aiden’s name. The message I write is quick and short. “You okay?”
I wait as my words traverse the airways, and a second or two later the distant giant seems to react to the buzz of his phone in his pocket. He turns off the sink and wipes his hands off on a nearby towel before he fishes out the device. He stares for a second and then breaks into a smile, his eyes flicking up towards me. Then he sighs as he puts his phone away and walks in this direction.
“Can’t hide anything from you, can I?” he says, still smiling as he approaches the desk.
I fidget with my hair as I give him a bashful grin. “Sorry, were you trying to? I don’t mean to pry. You’ve just seemed so down since you came home.”
“No, it’s alright, I’ll tell you.” Aiden sits down, slouching as if his limbs are too heavy, and his smile weakens until it vanishes. “Um… do you remember that student I was telling you about? In the class I’m assistant teaching, the girl I’ve been trying to help?”
I nod. “Cassandra, right?”
“Right. I just found out today that apparently she… she dropped out. She did better on this last exam but not quite as well as she needed to. I guess the stress was too much for her.”
There’s a squeezing sensation in my chest at the sight of the pain in his hazel eyes. I feel like I’m learning a lot about him in this moment.
“Oh…” I say, a little lost for words. “I’m sorry, Aiden. That really sucks.”
He shrugs and shakes his head. “It’s okay. I just… I don’t know, I really thought it was all going to work out. I’m so… disappointed. Not even in her, but in myself. I wish there was something more I could have done to help.”
He’s actually looking like he might get emotional. It’s a very odd sight, seeing this massive man that I view as incredibly powerful now practically on the verge of tears. His gaze is downcast and I step closer to the edge of the desk, trying to walk into his line of sight as I look up at him.
“Listen,” I say, “I watched you stay up late to make a custom study aid for this girl. It sounded like you were teaching her one-on-one for so many of your office hours. You did everything you possibly could.”
Aiden closes his eyes, taking a breath in through his nose. I wish I could reach out and touch him. My hand moves forward automatically, and if I was able I’d be resting it on his shoulder right now. The reality is that, despite the fact that he’s sitting down, there’s a ten-foot gap past the desk to his body, and his face is hovering forty feet above me. I press on anyway.
“Sometimes, as much as you want to fix something for someone… there’s just nothing you can do. They need to figure it out on their own.”
He takes another breath, nods and opens his eyes again. He really does have such beautiful eyes, even when they’re a little red, shining like one of the crystals in his collection. I try to hold his gaze.
“It’s hard, though. It’s so hard. I’m really sorry that happened.”
Time seems to be moving slower, somehow. We look at each other and no words come for a while. But no words feel necessary at this point.
Aiden finally breaks the silence. “Can I… hold you?”
I go stiff, blinking up at him.
He laughs self-consciously. “Sorry, that came out weird. Just… whatever our equivalent of a hug is.”
Tentatively he reaches a hand out to me. As if moving out of pure instinct, I take the opportunity to finally touch him, placing my hand on one of his outstretched fingertips. We share a feeble smile.
“Yeah, of course,” I say, following through the motion and using the finger to hoist myself up onto his palm.
The giant lifts me up towards the top of his chest and brings me in. His second hand joins the first and puts gentle pressure against my back, cradling me against him. I hug him in return best I can, pressing myself against the warm expanse of his chest.
At one point I had told him that I was getting so touchy because it can be hard to see his body as human. I wasn’t lying, but I’ve since realized that’s not quite right. I wonder if it’s because I do see him as a person. And I’ve spent so much time isolating myself over the years that I’m starved for another’s touch. Greedily taking in whatever I can.
Aiden’s breathing seems to level out again as he holds me close. I wish there was more I could do to make him feel better. The collar of his shirt is just above my head and I reach up so that I can run my hand along his clavicle.
“Want to make a mug cake?” I suggest. “Oo, actually, I know a really good mug brownie recipe. I could make it for you myself if you just give me like… an hour.”
I’m so close to him that the lightest of his laughs destabilizes me, and I cling to his collarbone to keep from falling over. “No, that’s okay,” Aiden says, lowering his hands back down so he can look at me. It seems his tears have retreated without spilling over. “But thank you. You’re such a good friend, Evie.”
This comment knocks me off balance, far more than the shaking of his laughter did. I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me before. What did I do to deserve such an amazing compliment? At this size I can’t even actually go get him food or anything. I have to force a deep breath to stay steady, at risk of getting emotional myself.
There’s a thump that jolts me out of my thoughts - the hand platform coming to rest on the desk. Selfishly, I linger. I’d like to stay with him a little longer. He doesn’t ask me to get off.
Instead he says softly, “Can you believe it’s been almost a month?"
I sit down in his hand, pulling my knees up to my chest, and nod. “As of tomorrow. Tomorrow’s the eighth, right?”
“Yeah.” There’s a long pause before he finally asks in a tight, worried tone, “You sure you’re still okay with all this? Staying here?”
I get nervous every time he brings this up. I don’t know how long I can keep running away. I keep pushing off thinking about the long term.
“If it’s still okay with you… yes,” I tell him. “Honestly… okay, this probably sounds crazy. But even if it were easy to fix me… I don’t know, I guess it’s been kinda nice. Getting away from normal life. Hiding out like this. It obviously took some adjusting, but weirdly I think I needed the break.” I pull my legs in a little tighter, tense.
"You can stay here forever if you want…” It sounds like he’s almost just muttering that to himself. I resist burying my face into my knees, trying to keep my composure. I know he can’t mean that. But I just want to keep pretending.
Aiden takes a breath in and sits a little straighter, trying to lighten up the rather dreary mood. “Want to do something special? To celebrate one month as roommates?”
I jump at the opportunity to change the subject, perking up along with him. I unravel my limbs and slide my legs over the side of his hand so that I can stand up on the desk.
“Let’s do it! Ummm, okay, we’ve only got two episodes of Laid Back Camp left, right? How about a big season finale? And, and… maybe we start season two while we’re at it?”
“Okay! Let’s do something fun for dinner too, it’s been a while since we’ve done takeout. I don’t remember if I’ve asked, what’s your favorite type of food?”
“Hmm… I really like Greek food. Haven’t done that in a while.”
“Let’s get some, then! I’ll plan around it. Tomorrow night, no studying, no homework. Let’s just hang out. You and me.”
I beam at him and shoot finger guns in his direction. “Me and you.”
As much as I don’t want to face it, it’s so clear that I’ve latched on to this guy like a little lost duckling. It actually feels as if old habits are creeping back to haunt me. But it comes along with the other bad habit that has gotten me through life - my stubborn ability to bury my head in the sand.
The past few weeks haven’t exactly been a walk in the park. No matter what happens, I know my life will never be the same – I’m no longer the person I was from a month ago, freshly shrunken, staring through a vast wall of glass at a titan of a man. Completely ignorant of the fact that he would soon become my savior and my best friend.
Who knows how long we can keep going like this, but… is it so wrong to let myself enjoy him while I can? Ever since I can remember, life has pelted me with one hardship after another. But it’s never stopped me.
Don’t give up. Fight back. Work harder. And maybe this time, for however long it lasts, I can cherish this little scrap of happiness.
@Nyx YES yes yes yes I’m so with you 
I love micro but am not really into unaware, I can never get enough of that kind of content~
@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 
@foreverlurk Yes! I would do it all the time until I got old enough to realize no one else would be excited in quite the same way I was.
Instead of Magic School Bus we played Magic Playground. That way we would visit all kinds of places in our imaginations, it just so happened that a lot of them involved being tiny, just like in the show.
We also played Animorphs (I can’t remember how popular it was, but it was a book series where the kids get the ability to turn into animals). Again, could turn into all sorts of animals and have all sorts of imaginary adventures, but I tended to turn into very small animals for stealth missions.
I also remember pretending that my scissors were a shrinking device that would shrink whatever was cut, and we played with shrinking our pencils or whatever in class, until I pretended I “cut” myself (these were super round/blunt scissors, I swear it was much more silly and innocent than it sounds lol). That’s how I tested which of my friends would be down with shrinking games. One of the guys I knew really seemed to enjoy it, he would “take me home” and tell me about the “adventures he took me on,” so that was great. (Except this guy was an asshole and honestly a cruel giant but my third grade self didn’t know any better and I guess I was desperate lol).
Chapter 18
Aiden
“Doing okay in there?” I ask, brushing a finger against my shirt pocket. I feel what I think are Evie’s little shoulders through the fabric.
There’s a shifting against my chest as she readjusts herself restlessly. “Y-yup! All good.”
I’m a bit nervous too. We haven’t gotten back into a car together since the first time. Every once in a while that image of her rolling over the edge of the dashboard still haunts me. I have no idea what would have happened if I hadn’t caught her. Thankfully sudden movements should no longer make her fall off a precipice.
I return my hand to join the other on the steering wheel. “We’re almost home. I’d say this was a successful test drive!”
“W-wait until we park to say that. Don’t jinx it…” Poor thing. She really sounds like she’s ready to be done.
A few minutes later we’re pulling into the parking garage and I can feel shuffling against me again as my tiny passenger stands up to stick her head out of my pocket. I stop the car, put it in park, and we both let out a sigh.
“Aiden,” says Evie nervously, and I pull my neck back so I can look down at her. “I didn’t want to freak you out so I kept quiet, but I had a thought during the drive back. If there was a crash bad enough for the airbag to pop out… do you think I’d get flattened in here?”
My blood goes cold. I feel pins and needles run over my skin like a wave and my heart rate picks up. I hadn’t even thought of that. The idea of her getting crushed, against me no less, is so horrifying that my hand moves reflexively up to my pocket to cover it protectively. No wonder she was so anxious during the drive with that swirling around in her head.
“That’s… a very good point,” I say shakily, “I-I’ll come up with something else.”
“I’m probably overthinking things.” She’s noticed the proximity of my hand and reaches out of the pocket to give it a reassuring pat, the lightest of sensations against my skin. “Or maybe I just don’t need to do car rides. As much as I like the thought of going out with you.”
Going out?! My heart’s racing all over again.
Wait. She means, like, going outside. Right. Of course she did.
“We’ll find a solution,” I say with a bit more strength. “I’d like to take you out too.” Take you… outside. Right…
After that rather stressful couple of minutes, I start to get a hold of myself again as I carry the takeout bag through the winding hallways and back to the apartment. Before I can even turn the key to the door, a small voice squeaks out of my pocket.
“Uggghhh, I can’t waaaait, I can smell it from here and it smells amazing.”
“Almost, almost!” I tell her with a laugh, stepping inside and setting the stuff down on the counter. “Hang tight for just a second.”
I pull out all the takeout boxes as Evie watches me avidly from her perch near my heart. We essentially just got a slew of appetizers, so I make sure to get her a tiny piece of everything onto one of her larger miniature plates. I get my fill as well and bring it all to the living room so that we can watch the anime while we eat. On a dish I’ve already set up a candle that’ll sit right next to the laptop so that it feels like a tiny campfire, to match the theme of the show. I have the kitchen light on too so we’re not just sitting in the dark, but the small flame is already creating a rather cozy atmosphere.
Once I’ve settled the plates directly onto the couch, I finally reach for my eager little friend, pushing down on the lip of my shirt pocket with one hand so that I can more easily slip my fingers around her torso with the other.
I’ve set her food on the edge of my own plate so that it’s at about the right height when she sits next to it. I take a seat on the floor and smile with amusement at Evie sitting there, her hands clapped in front of her mouth, as if she’s having a religious experience.
“Spanakopita, my love,” she finally gushes, taking the bit of pastry in her hands and raising it up reverently.
“Umm.” I was in the process of pulling up the show on my laptop, but I pause and raise an eyebrow at her. “Should I give you two some privacy?”
“Nope, you have to deal with this,” she says, taking a bite and then letting her head fall back for a second with pleasure before aiming her attention at me. “Someone has to press play. Let’s do this!”
If I knew a bit of spinach pastry is all it would take to make her so happy I would have done this much earlier. After everything she’s been through it warms my heart to see her full of joy like this. I start the show and we enjoy it as we feast. I like Greek food just fine, but Evie’s enthusiasm makes it taste even better to me.
We finish an episode and I make sure she’s done eating before tidying up the leftovers to clear some space off the couch. My shrunken friend is looking off in the distance longingly, seemingly deep in thought.
“This really does make me want to try camping,” she remarks, gesturing towards the laptop. “Though I have no idea how we’d even do it. It’s not like they make tents in my size. Or any other supplies really…”
She actually sounds pretty forlorn. It’s true that she doesn’t really get out much. I need to change that, bring her out into nature more often than I currently do. But in the meantime I try to lighten things up.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got a built-in tent right here,” I say, holding my hand up and bending it inwards to form an upside-down V. Then I plop the whole thing down on top of her, and she’s already giggling as I carefully knock her over backward from her seated position. I settle my domed hand onto the couch cushion, trapping her underneath. “See?” I add, biting back a laugh.
I never would have done something like this at the beginning. Hell, maybe I’m going overboard right now, physically pushing her down like this, even if I’m doing it gently. But her muffled laughter sounds so genuine. I really just think it’s a testament to how comfortable we’ve gotten with each other.
"You know,” she calls out, and I lean in so that I can hear her better, “this might actually be cozy if it wasn’t so dark in here!”
For a second I think she’s pushing upwards with her hands against mine, but then I quickly realize I’m actually feeling tiny bare feet kicking my fingers as she lays on her back.
I continue teasing her, grinning as I respond, “Huh? What’s that? You’ll have to speak up.”
She must have gotten up onto her knees because when I feel her next I can tell those really are her hands this time pushing against me. I let her shove my fingers aside as she pops her head out between the third and fourth digit, taking a dramatic deep breath before trying to wriggle her body out. The sight is both silly and absolutely precious.
But then, as much as I’ve gotten accustomed to her shrunken state, there are still moments where it really hits me just how little Evie is. Seeing only her head, no bigger than a marble, makes me feel a wave of dizziness. I spread my fingers out from around her and lift my hand away, suddenly afraid of hurting her… It wouldn’t have taken much more than a twitch to snap her neck. She hardly seems bothered, though. What a gift that she trusts me like this.
I regain myself and try to actually respond to her earlier wish. “We could rent a cabin. That way there’s less chance of having to deal with bugs or bad weather. It’s not quite the same but it could be fun?”
“Maybe,” she responds, getting to her feet. “Or I can just live vicariously through cute anime girls. Come sit up here, we’ve still got the last episode!”
I smile, nod, and get up off the floor, repositioning myself so that I can sit next to her. Lately we’ve started perching her up on my shoulder or my knee when we watch stuff, so by the time I’m on the couch she’s already walking up to my leg. She tries something new though, grabbing onto the fabric of my pants. I just watch her and let her try to pull herself up, but there clearly aren’t any good handholds.
“Nope, not happening,” she gasps, falling back to her feet and taking a couple of steps backwards.
“I got you,” I say, carefully lifting her up like she’s a chess piece and setting her on top of my leg. We start the episode.
There’s something… different happening today. I can’t quite put my finger on it. I just… I feel like I can’t keep my eyes off of her. I’d kept the habit at bay when I was sitting on the floor and my head was more level with hers, but now my eye line is much higher, making it easier for me to look without her noticing.
I watch as she settles onto me. She’s cross-legged for a bit, contentedly escaping into the colorful world on the screen. And then about ten minutes later she shifts her position and ends up laying on her stomach, propped onto her elbows with chin resting on her hands, legs bent with her feet up in the air.
I can’t stop staring. I don’t even try to hold off this time, as creepy as that sounds. I just observe her little form there in my lap for the entire rest of the episode, until my face is feeling warm and my heart starts beating harder.
Evie has no idea how good she looks. She’s got some homemade black shorts on that still manage to outline the shape of her rear, and her slender legs slowly drift through the air like flower petals in the breeze, her ankles occasionally crossing and uncrossing. The way her dainty little feet arch is almost ethereal, her toes so small that I have a hard time making them out in the candlelight. She’s wearing her usual gray strip of fabric looped around her top half, tied in a bow just above her tailbone, like a present begging to be unwrapped. The way the garment hangs on her frame accentuates the dip in her back, and I notice there’s the smallest gap that has formed within it that shows a sliver of bare skin at her waist.
Hold on. I’m getting… really excited. To the point that it’s starting to physically show. I can feel a lump forming between my legs, and it’s way too close to where she’s currently resting.
Panic floods my system. Shit. Shit. I can’t let her see. I have to step away. But I can’t exactly do that while she’s sprawled on top of me. The ending song of the episode is playing now and I attempt to position one of my arms so that my hand blocks the view of my crotch. I take a deep breath, and then with my other hand I reach out to gently stroke her back.
“Hey, Evie?” I say softly, trying to sound as sleepy as possible, “Sorry, I know we talked about maybe starting the second season tonight, but I think I need to call it here. I had to stay up late last night and I’m feeling super tired.”
She rolls over onto her back to look up at me and I’m really trying to keep my cool while also desperately hoping her gaze doesn’t drift too low. My finger’s still right there and she lifts her legs up to prop her feet up against it, shooting me a little smirk. God, she needs to stop being so adorable.
“Quitter,” she taunts, kicking at the digit.
I catch one of her tiny feet between finger and thumb and gently lower it back down. “Sorry… But I think we can agree that me falling asleep with you on me would be very bad.”
“Yeah, okay, that’s fair.” With that she stretches her arms up above her head as she yawns, her mid back arching and lifting off my leg. The strip of cloth hanging off of her slips, exposing more of her torso. Stop. Stop…
“We’ll start it on Friday, okay?” I say, lining my open hand up alongside her. I’m struggling to sound casual. I need to get out of here.
She nods and rolls back over so she can sit up, languidly stretching again before finally climbing onto my palm. I quickly lean forward to blow out the candle, and then I lift her up a little higher than I normally might, so terrified especially as I get up that she’s going to notice something. I try to surreptitiously tuck away the evidence as I stand.
“Good night, Evie.” I manage a smile as I put her back on the desk, crouching to make sure my waist is well out of sight.
“You too. Thanks for making the one-monthiversary special.” Her grateful smile in this moment is enough to break my heart into a thousand pieces.
I turn and try not to be too obvious about hurrying out of the room. And then I do something that I don’t normally do when I get into my own bedroom - I close the door.
I let my facade crumble then as I let out a shaky breath and collapse onto the bed. I need to calm down and get a hold of myself.
But as I stare up at the ceiling it’s like I can see images dancing across it, shadows of Evie’s tiny form. I can’t stop thinking about her, laying on my leg with her feet kicked up, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
I close my eyes. How amazing is it that I get to hold her the way I do, every day, her tiny body easily fitting on my palm or wrapped up in my fingers? And how wonderful is it that she’s so comfortable with me handling her now, that I can touch her so casually, pretty much whenever I want?
And yet there are so many other things I wish I could do.
I want to feel every bit of her between my fingers. Every bit of her. I want to roll her around in my palm like it’s nothing, push her into whatever position I’m feeling like. To touch every beautiful curve.
I want to bring her up to my face, closer than I ever have. To see her in greater detail. To gently snuggle her against my cheek. What would she feel like against the sensitive surface of my lips? What could it possibly be like to press such a small person against my mouth, covering her with gentle kisses as she writhes against me?
I’m sure something like that would terrify her. But what if I could actually make her feel good… What if I could figure out the ways to elicit moans of pleasure from the way I touch her… The smallest of sighs as she closes her eyes and rolls her head back and gives in to me…
What if that fabric had completely slipped off of her and I could see what was underneath. To feel her tiny, naked form against my own skin…
It’s too much. I’m drowning in my thoughts, the images in my head swirling as my breath comes in shallow.
My hand is down my pants now as I imagine what she would feel like down there. There’s so much her little body is capable of, so many ways she could make me feel amazing, and she has no idea. She’s just so small… so tiny… so—
I release right then with a tight, stifled groan. The bliss lasts for all of half a second… before it’s replaced by an intense, stomach-curdling, heart-wrenching shame. My eyes snap open and I’m breathing hard.
Oh god. What am I doing?
I drape an arm over my face, covering my eyes as I grit my teeth. And I curse under my breath.
What is wrong with me? What am I thinking? I feel incredibly dirty. I just got so caught up… How could I let myself do this? Evie’s my friend – my precious, precious friend…
And then I finally acknowledge it. I have feelings for this girl.
Our chemistry was obvious from the moment we met. We have just enough in common that we bonded quickly but enough differences to be able to share and learn from each other too. Every day has been a new joy as I discover the parts that make her her. The way she organizes things so meticulously, how eager and excitable she gets, and especially her sweet and caring side in my regard. We’ve gotten so close so quickly over the past few weeks - I’ve spent more time with her than anybody else this last month.
But it’s never enough. If I could have my way I’d be spending every waking moment with her. I love our friendship, so much. But it’s gone beyond that. I’ve begun caring about her on a much deeper level.
And I lust after her. Even before she got shrunk I thought she was gorgeous, with those big, brown doe eyes, her smile that even now can light up the entire room, her incredible body that curves in all the right places. And my brain is wired to enjoy her stature right now. I can’t help finding her even more beautiful when tiny. Her size is just… absolutely intoxicating. And there’s a sick part of me that likes the fact that it makes her helpless, keeps her stuck here, keeps her dependent. Dependent on me.
I can’t push my feelings onto her. A part of me wonders if she might care for me in that way too, size difference be damned, but I can’t risk finding out. It can’t come from me. Our situation is just too complicated - what kind of position would I be putting her in? She has no one else to turn to right now. I wouldn’t dare compromise our current relationship. I care about her too much, I don’t want to ruin what we have.
Don’t screw this up. Don’t you fucking dare screw this up, Aiden.
“Never again,” I whisper to myself, “This ends now.” I repeat it into the air again and again and again and again.
This.
Ends.
Now.
~ End of Part 1 ~
@Olo So having the girl “deserve it” is actually not a trope I personally enjoy. Even as a kid, if a bad guy who did the shrinking got shrunk themselves in the end and justice was served, I didn’t like it that much. I think it’s because it makes it harder for me to self insert/empathize with the tiny. Not that I think I’m totally flawless or anything lol, but I don’t think I’m deserving of getting shrunken down against my will. And nah, even in my imagination I don’t have any interest in being “bad” and deserving of punishment. I suppose I just prefer the idea of the shrinkee being an innocent victim (or it’s a happy consensual thing).
I’m curious to know how other tiny ladies feel though 
@foreverlurk Ack, I haven’t listened yet, but I appreciate the warning because I’m sure that will frustrate me too. I also had a happy childhood and loving parents and have been interested in size stuff for as long as I remember, far far before puberty. 
And there’s that! Thank you so so much for reading thus far~ Lots more adventures still to come for these two. I’m currently working on the second part so it might be another couple of months or so before I start posting it, but I do have other little projects that I plan on posting in the meantime.
Take care and happy holidays!
@maladaptivetiny Yeeees! I so agree with you, I wish there was more of it.
(Side note for the gentle fans: Violet Goes to the Beach is back. Iykyk)
@Im-Warden This is why I shouldn’t try it at all, I’d have trouble stopping 
@i-am-insane I’ve also heard folks refer to just the sheer scale and power - that they’d be able to dominate someone so completely without trying, or even realizing that the person’s there.
Rob was looking forward to today. It had been a long, long week full of one stressful meeting after another, and he could hardly stand the thought of stepping into the corporate office at the moment. But thankfully he wouldn’t have to. It was Friday, meaning the weekend was ahead, and today would be the first time that he would be telecommuting, presumably the first of many. Not only could he stay at home, but that meant that he would spend the day with his new little friend.
He had picked her up less than a week ago, a quiet Sunday morning that quickly became anything but. This had been a months-long process, as was the case for all of the exotic pets that FaeCo could provide. She had not been cheap either. But by God was she stunning.
With freshly brushed teeth and wearing an amalgamation of half formal wear, half lounge wear, Rob strode into his home office, running a hand through his hair in a weak effort to comb it. His laptop was already there, open and ready to be turned on. His adorable pet was ready as well, right where he’d left her this morning.
She really was quite the sight to behold. Her miniaturized body was perfect. Slender arms, long legs, well endowed, but not overly so. Her skin was on the pale side, currently complimenting the darker colors of her loose-fitting outfit. She was quite small, even as far as these shrunken companions went, just under four and half inches tall. Her eyes were bright and the color of amber, hinting at the fiery spirit within her. Her hair was long, almost reaching to her rear, soft and smooth, and although it might have appeared black at first glance, upon closer inspection it was a deep, dark, midnight blue. Perhaps that’s where her name had come from.
“Welcome back, Master Robert,” the tiny woman chirped, gracefully lowering to her knees and bowing her head as her arms folded to link up behind her back. She had been very well trained before coming into Rob’s possession and was nothing but polite in the early morning. He’d always gotten her to loosen up pretty quickly, though.
“Hey, Blue,” the larger one yawned, for a moment coming to stand just in front of his desk and lowering one hand to trail a finger down the little lady’s back. She shuddered with pleasure, giggling but keeping her gaze lowered. “What was my name again?” he added with a smile.
His pet lifted her head, sheepishly meeting his gaze with a small grin of her own. “Master Rob?” she ventured meekly.
Rob sighed. “Closer. They really hammered those formalities into you, didn’t they?”
Blue slowly rose to her feet, lifting her head higher to beam up at him. She had to tilt her neck so far back that it made her owner feel guilty, and he crouched before the desk so they could be more at eye level. He still kept his hand at her side, though.
“Does it displease you?” Her small voice was like silk against his eardrums, and she stepped lightly to stay close to his hand, curving her back against his touch as his fingertips seemed drawn to her like a magnet. She was sporting the cutest little smirk that made his insides turn to mush.
“It doesn’t ‘displease’ me, it’s just not necessary. You can relax.”
“Okay, Robert,” Blue hummed, and with her demeanor already shifting, she gave his index finger a small shove backwards so that she’d have space to take a seat on his middle finger. Rob happily went along with this, placing his thumb against her knees and using his index to support her lower back as he lifted her right off the table. She let out the smallest gasp, almost imperceptible, subtly revealing that, despite all of her training, she was not entirely used to being handled so casually at this size. For a moment she wavered in place and glanced down at the ground quickly pulling away from her before she let out a steadying breath and went back to smiling up at her master.
Rob got to his feet again, shrunken woman in tow, and was content to hold her aloft like a parakeet as he turned on his laptop and made his way around the room, opening the curtains to let some light in. What a pleasure this day was going to be - working from the comfort of his home with such a sensually cuddly companion at his side.
A minute or two later he sat at his chair, just as his email was automatically booting up, and he lowered his hand back to the desk to gently set Blue down. He had brought her carrier here so that she’d have everything she’d need close at hand - litter, water, food, and even a couple of the toys that she had come with. Surely more than enough to keep her satisfied. At least it seemed to be enough whenever he had been gone at work, though he technically hadn’t been around in person to be sure.
“I’m sooo happy that you’re here today!” Blue sang, darting over to Rob’s laptop and looking up at it curiously. “So what’s on the schedule?”
“I have a couple of meetings later, but they shouldn’t take too long. Mostly just a whole lot of answering emails and writing reports. Riveting stuff, I know.” The comparative giant scrolled through the messages that had come in that morning, looking for any emergencies. He continued talking to his pet absently as he clicked away. “Just know that if any video calls come in, I’ll need you to be very quiet. I’m sure you’re aware that most of the world doesn’t know about shrunken ladies such as yourself. You’re my little secret, alright?”
“Ooo, I love that. Your little secret…” And with that Blue sprawled herself onto her keeper’s wrist, rubbing her cheek against the top of his hand that was resting on the mouse.
“Um…” Rob said with amusement, his attention pulled away from the screen and towards his tiny interloper. “I kinda need that hand.”
“Oh, fiiine,” she responded with a little huff as she got back up, “I haven’t had breakfast anyway.”
She scampered off to her carrier and Rob sighed with contentment as he watched her leave before going back to his emails.
The morning began passing without issue. Blue occupied herself for the next thirty or so minutes as she nibbled at the special pellets that were provided with her, alongside some of Rob’s own breakfast as he was slowly introducing her to real food. She spent quite a while in front of her coin-like mirror, using the tiniest of combs to parse through her long, smooth hair, grooming herself languidly within her master’s sights. After that she began wandering the desk, curiously taking a quick look around, as today was the first time that she had been placed here.
Eventually, though, she was drawn back to him. At this point both of Rob’s hands were occupied, typing away at his keyboard as he worked on a report. Blue carefully hopped onto his forearm, swinging both legs over in one fluid motion, so that she could go sit between the two arms. She laid down onto her stomach and gazed up at the computer screen that towered over her.
Rob particularly enjoyed this, and anytime he had to pause and think, one of his hands drifted over to his new desk toy, one thumb idly running up and down her back with a tender touch. Blue quickly gave up on paying attention to the screen and lay her head down on folded arms, practically purring in delight anytime she received the soft pets. She frowned and looked up whenever his fingers left her again to resume their journey across the keyboard, and then she’d let out a sigh before setting her head back down.
Eventually, though, the shrunken woman grew weary with the pattern, especially as she received fewer and fewer pets. She rolled onto her back, biting her lip as she looked straight up at the distracted giant. She took a deep breath in, conjured up a winning smile, and carefully interrupted. “Do you need a break yet?”
Rob glanced down at her, only half of his attention leaving his work. “It hasn’t even been an hour, Blue. Don’t tell me you’re bored already?”
“Um… just a little,” she responded cautiously, keeping her eyes on his face even as he kept his on the screen.
“Well, I brought your toys over too, did you see?”
Knowing that he wasn’t looking at her, Blue allowed herself to roll her eyes. Right… the rubber ball, the cylinder cage with a bell in it, and the stuffed penguin. Such wonderful entertainment those were. She thought she’d go crazy with only those “toys” to occupy herself with whenever Rob was at the office.
But she didn’t complain, simply rolled herself up to her feet and trudged back over to the gigantic arm beside her. She took a bit longer to cross the obstacle this time, laying her body along the length of it for just a moment, enjoying the feeling of his warm skin against hers and gently touching the soft hairs with her fingertips–
With a yelp, the tiny woman suddenly fell as Rob shifted his hand a little too abruptly towards the top of the keyboard and made Blue roll off his arm in the process, crashing to the hard surface of the desk.
“Oops,” her much taller companion lamented, taking a moment to look down at her. “Sorry about that, you alright?”
“I’m fine,” she said shortly, hurrying to her feet. A quick glance up, though, and she saw Rob was already back into his work. Hiding her frown, she turned back to her carrier.
She did take a moment to hug her stuffed penguin - as annoyed as she was about it, she was quite attached to this one comfort object. She then spent a few minutes kicking the rubber ball around, something she had gotten rather good at even though she had no interest in it. But then Blue decided to do some more exploring. She had all these office supplies around her, might as well examine the things that weren’t just the same old toys.
The stapler made for a fun balance beam, not to mention a good boost to be able to peer into the mug that was full of pens. She struggled to pull out one of them, wielding it like javelin, which earned her a chuckle from Rob as he glanced over at her antics. She dutifully replaced the writing utensil once she tired of swinging it around, and then she messed around with paperclips for a bit, linking them up in a chain that coiled around herself, the curved wall growing higher and higher until it was half as tall as she was. She left herself the task of unlinking them all for later and simply hopped out of her little metal cage. So far she was much preferring the giant’s toys over her own, but she still felt so restless.
Hoping a more active challenge might be more engaging, Blue wandered over to the back shelf that was part of the desk, looming above like an apartment building. Rob mostly kept various forms of paper, books and binders here, and it would be tricky even getting to the first shelf. It took her some time, but the determined little adventurer started gathering whatever items she could budge in the vicinity, stacking up post-it notes, dragging over a box of staples, sliding one of the shorter books out from the rest. Soon enough she’d created a rudimentary staircase for herself and she began climbing, her heart pumping with excitement at her modest accomplishment of reaching a higher platform.
There wasn’t much to see up on the wooden shelf, though. She ran her hand along the book spines that towered beside her like a row of narrow houses, all the while gazing out towards her occupied master, who she was almost eye level with at this point.
She enjoyed just observing him for the time being, taking in every feature. To the average person Rob might have come off as almost plain looking, slim and with a kind face, but nothing more. But she could see details that no one else could. She loved the way his eyes tapered into an almond shape and noticed every shade of brown that layered onto the irises. His short hair had the exact same layers of color, and she knew from experience that it was incredibly soft, a joy to run her hands through. He had just a shadow of stubble brushed over his chin, and even with a neutral expression she could see the smallest dimple past the corner of his mouth.
Blue was so distracted as she watched him that she bumped right into a big pile of business cards, only now noticing them in her path. A few of them got knocked askew, one fluttering its way back down to the surface of the desk.
She held her breath, body tensing up as she looked back at the giant before her, hoping he wouldn’t get mad at her blunder. He did notice the card falling but hardly seemed bothered, just quietly muttering, “Careful.” His tone wasn’t annoyed, if anything he sounded concerned for her safety up on the shelf, but Blue’s shoulders sagged sadly nonetheless at how detached he acted. She plopped right down into a seat on the shelf, letting her legs dangle off the edge, and just stared straight at Rob for minutes on end as she stewed in her loneliness.
It was almost 10am when the now stiff and bleary-eyed man pulled his hands away from the computer, bracing his arms behind his neck to stretch out his back. His eyes lit up at the sight of Blue up on her shelf, who was smiling at him eagerly as soon as he took notice of her.
“Ready for that break?” Rob asked, reaching his hand out to her, and the tiny woman was immediately on her feet, hopping onto his fingers excitedly. As soon as she was sitting on his palm, he stood up and ambled out of the room so that he could stretch his legs. His lovely little pet felt so nice and warm in his hand, and he found himself closing his fingers around her idly as he went to the kitchen. There was something so relaxing about the feel of her body, the subtle weight of it, the way she moved in response to his touch.
And it certainly helped that she absolutely loved being fondled like this. Blue circled her arms around her keeper’s thumb, squeezing it into a hug and sighing contentedly as she lay against the slope of his palm. She really hoped they would have some time for couch cuddles.
They had spent almost their entire Sunday afternoon on the couch, once Rob had brought her home and finished setting up her tank. For hours on end he pet her and talked to her, and she’d even gotten the chance to get a bit frisky as she discovered every inch of his body. It was the perfect beginning to their relationship. But after that first day he didn’t have nearly as much time to spend with her, and while the interactions they were able to have in the evenings were lovely, it was hard to make up for the amount of time she spent in total isolation during the day.
Rob contemplated making a second cup of coffee but settled for some tea instead. While he waited for the water to boil, he sat at the kitchen table and laid his occupied hand down on its surface, smiling down at his eager little toy. Using his free hand, he carefully explored the entire length of her with the tip of his forefinger. He traced figure eights around her tiny breasts through the fabric of her top, and Blue let out a happy moan as she closed her eyes and arched her back.
“I could do this all day,” she sighed, wincing as the giant finger ventured further south.
“You and me both,” Rob murmured. “Though I probably shouldn’t get us too riled up…” He was already getting excited downstairs and she still had her clothes on.
“Why not?” Blue pleaded, opening her amber eyes again with a pout. She almost cried out in protest when the comforting digit pulled away again.
“Because I’ve got a meeting soon,” Rob said, and he got to his feet in response to the kettle’s whistle.
“Already?” The word was whispered soft enough that her master didn’t hear it, and she hung her head dejectedly as they were promptly headed back to the desk. The break was so short that she wondered if it would have been better to not have the tease at all.
“Let me check something real quick,” Rob said, still holding onto Blue even after sitting down. A few clicks later on his laptop and suddenly they saw the room reflected back at them. “I want to see how much the webcam can pick up.”
He lifted the little woman up a few inches to position her in front of the camera. Distracted from her morose thoughts, she marveled at the sight of herself pinched between the massive fingers, something she never got to see from the outside. Rob lowered his arm until her feet touched the surface of the desk, and he gently continued pushing down on her head until she was forced to kneel.
“Right there… Okay, as long as you’re on your hands and knees you’re okay staying in front of me. And then…”
Despite herself, Blue smiled as the fingers wrapped around her again and slid her to one side. Slowly she was carried along until she disappeared off the computer screen. “Alright, this is as far as it can see you on this side… I’ll put a pencil right here to mark the edge, okay? Now the other side…”
She was giggling outright now, and Rob was grinning too as he playfully zoomed her to the opposite end. “Aaaand here’s this edge. So. While the webcam’s on, if you pass either one of these pencils you have to crawl. Alright?”
“Kinky,” Blue laughed.
“I’ll say,” Rob smirked back, setting her down. “Okay, I’m about to log on. No matter where you are, don’t make a peep. Got it?”
She mimed zipping up her mouth and silently nodded. Moments later, just as the call booted up, she went ahead and dropped to her knees to slink over the pencil that divided them.
It was something, at least. This was primarily a listening meeting, with Rob only needing to pipe up occasionally. The entire time Blue just lay on her side and curled herself into the curve of his palm, her feet absently massaging the inside of his wrist while he softly rubbed the top of her head with his ring finger. This was nice. If they could stay in such close contact like this she would consider herself completely content with the setup.
But the meeting lasted less than fifteen minutes. And then the giant was back at work, his attention fully on his big stupid computer once again, both hands occupied. Blue tried to make the magic last a bit longer by making her way over to the crook of his arm and taking a seat on the inside of his elbow. But the frequent movement would constantly jostle her, and from the occasional huff coming from above, it sounded like her clingy presence was becoming irritating. She took the hint and walked away.
Another hour and a half passed, the rest of the morning slipping by quietly, and not once did Rob look her way. As pathetic as she felt, there was only so much grooming and stretching and wandering and unlinking paper clips that Blue could stand when the object of her desire was so large that he was constantly in her line of sight. Soon enough her legs were moving seemingly of their own accord. She hesitantly stepped up to the hand that was resting on the computer mouse but currently not moving. Not that it mattered, apparently. All it took was her reaching out and touching his wrist for Rob to let out an openly frustrated sigh.
“You can’t expect me to resist you for so long, handsome,” Blue said softly, trying to turn on the charm by sensually leaning against his skin, breasts pressing onto the back of his hand.
His next exhale was gentler this time and his eyes met hers. “I know, sweetie. It’s hard to resist you too…” She was really starting to doubt that. But she kept her mouth shut and let Rob continue. “Listen, we still have the whole afternoon to get through. I can’t babysit you constantly.”
His words stung and she wasn’t sure how to respond to them. She tried to reassure herself by thinking ahead… It must be lunchtime soon, surely he’d take a break then? They could reconnect, it would help her recharge and face the second half of the day with new resolve.
As if he was sensing her thoughts, Rob tried to cheer her up in the most misguided way. “How about I bring you back something yummy for lunch? That should help, yeah? I’ll see if I can grab you a cookie or something.” And with that he sent his last email before putting his laptop to sleep.
Blue felt all of her mustered strength immediately deflate as she realized what he was saying. “You’re not eating here?” she asked hollowly.
“Nah, I can’t stand being inside for that long.”
The little woman balked at the irony and injustice of it all, and she almost said something. But she managed to take the words “How do you think I feel?” and swallow them down into oblivion.
Rob was closing his laptop now and gathering up a couple of things. “Be good, okay? I’ll be back before you know it.”
Blue silently descended to her knees on the desk, disguising her dismay as a formal gesture of farewell as she bowed her head. She closed her eyes and listened to the giant’s footsteps thunder out of the room and fade away into the distance.