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@SmolChlo oh crap. Now I want this. I don’t have space for this. Arrrggghhh!

Chiiiiiiii!! So happy you’re here Welcome to the dollhouse~

@miss-lillipants This is one of the big things I wanted to explore with this story, because I know I’d struggle with my lack of independence sooo much

@i-am-insane I kinda love the idea of getting so used to my giant partner that I don’t even really need him to warn me when he’s about to pick me up, at least not verbally. Of course it might be as simple as me seeing him bending down or reaching my way, but even if I’m not looking there could be little ways to sense it. Maybe I’m already sitting somewhere on him and I know exactly what that muscle clenching means. Or I’ve learned to pick up on the slight whooshing sound of his hand moving through the air, or the subtle heat of his skin before it touches me. Maybe he’s learned to give me a split second of soft contact before I’m scooped right up into his fingers.

Not to say he couldn’t ever catch me off guard for a teasing/playful moment, but the idea of being totally in sync with someone despite the size difference is just the best. 🥰

GIRL, I wish you could be my friend irl lol. I’ve told a couple of people as well and have thankfully not had any bad experiences either, but I don’t have nearly enough confidence to openly talk about it in public for all to hear! I admire you

As for necessities, I’d very much like my phone and/or shrunken computer for entertainment, but almost more importantly I’d want a lot of paper and something to write with. I do a lot of drawing, journaling, planning, writing so I’d want to keep up my creativity somehow! Being able to see nature, whether it’s through a window or being near a houseplant or something would also be great. And yeah, clothes please, at least while my giant’s away~

@Olo Eeek, this is why I struggle with forced insertion on the tiny ladies’ part! I’m getting phantom pains from this

@Olo I’ve never thought of that before but you’re so right! There’s a story idea there, tiny poker celebrity hehe

@miss-lillipants I really enjoy the gentle stuff too, that’s mostly what I had in mind when I asked the question. Though I do think that once I get to a certain point of trust with my giant (and get used to his shenanigans), I’d love it if he just picked me up without me needing to climb on, just a spontaneous hand embrace~

And I’m not sure I’d really thought about it before, but I absolutely agree that dangling her is a more dominant gesture than the fist. She’s still able to kick and squirm but is nevertheless rendered helpless, and if he starts moving her around it could feel so precarious that she might actually start clinging to him even if she was wishing she could get away. Not to mention the more casual nature of it. I associate the fist with anger but the dangling with a playful, confident demeanor - just totally in control of the situation.

@SmolChlo Ahhh yes, I was only bummed out that he was shrunk so soon I rewatched Ferngully for the nostalgia a week or two ago actually!

A big moment for me too was the 2003 Peter Pan movie. I’m the same age as Jeremy Sumpter so I was juuust hitting puberty, and that scene towards the end where he was holding and caring for Tink made me so jealous of her haha. And Jason Isaacs as Hook wasn’t too bad either…

@miss-lillipants Yesss I couldn’t agree more. I see something like this and immediately “wonder what’s the story here?” Also this is gorgeous! Do you have a DA or site where you post your art? I’d love to see more

@Olo I’ve really thought about this kind of thing at length, like trying to imagine myself being a normie and ending up tiny. Or even me being the way I am but am under the impression that my giant partner is a normie, I would absolutely worry about not being “enough” for him.

@SmolChlo I will join you in this noble effort! So make that twenty meals and 2 volunteers

@TakoAlice8 Yeah, that’s fine! I don’t mind people being “normal” sized to me in fantasy any more than I do in real life. Although I’m not particularly keen on being part of a tiny harem or anything… but that’s just because I’m selfish and want my giant all to myself I do like multisize scenarios, multiple tiny people of various sizes interacting. But if I’m self-inserting into that I would always want to be the smallest one heh.

How about you?

@Olo You think Evie would only offer one?

Chapter 31
Evie

Being right up against Aiden’s face is an intimacy that I never expected. His eyes already dazzle me from afar, but from so close it’s almost like looking into the sun, to the point that I’m a little relieved that he’s closed them so that I can catch my breath. And there’s a surprising comfort in touching our foreheads together. Something about it just helps me feel more human. As if being this high up makes me more of an equal. As if it wouldn’t be all that different if we did this at my old size.

I don’t want it to end. But all in all, the moment is pretty short lived, just a couple of seconds, as any longer would have probably been really awkward for Moira who’s standing right there. I sit back against Aiden’s hand as he lowers me down to a more reasonable distance.

I’m still practically vibrating with excited energy after the last few hours. It was almost three weeks ago that I had the treasure hunt idea and I’ve been working on physically building the clues for the past few days. I spent the entire morning folding them up as fast as I could, something I had to do last minute since I didn’t have a place to hide them once they became the bulkier cranes. I was so anxious about getting everything ready, and it’s such a relief that the plan ended up going off without a hitch. I hope my little creative project helps make up for how little money I spent on the birthday gift. I certainly had fun at least, and I think he did too.

“I don’t mean to rush you,” Moira says timidly, “But you’ve got about twenty minutes before your dinner reservation… Diego’s on his way here to pick you up.”

Aiden does a double take. “Excuse me?”

“Oh. Right, that’s the other part of the surprise,” I explain, a little flustered post face-hug, “You’re going out with friends for dinner and karaoke tonight!”

He lets out an incredulous laugh. “Are you serious?”

“It’s been a while since you’ve gone out with everyone. I think they’re all looking forward to seeing you,” Mo says encouragingly. “Hopefully it’s okay that we took that initiative.”

“Yeah, of course it is! But…” His eyes gravitate to me and it’s like I can see various thoughts beginning to flood his mind.

“All the cooking will still get done,” I assure him, “That’s why I planned out stuff that Moira can help with.”

“If you don’t mind me using your kitchen,” Moira chimes in. “And that way we’re not leaving Evie by herself. You know karaoke’s not my thing anyway."

Aiden’s laughing in earnest now, shaking his head in disbelief. “You two are going to make me cry. This is too much.” He holds me closer to his chest and pulls our other friend in too, playfully encircling her into a headlock to simulate a group hug.

“Happy birthday, man,” Mo says with a giggle, squirming out of his grasp. “Now you go meet up with the guys downstairs. I’ll take it from here.” She holds a hand out, ready to receive me.

“O-okay." The giant hesitates, cupping his hands around me as he gives me a significant look. His thumb trails along my arm and he says softly, “I just wish you could come too.”

“Someday,” I tell him reassuringly. I don’t really know what I mean by that, but I press on, “Please, go enjoy your other friends, you deserve a break from everything. I’ll see you at home!”

Aiden smiles and shifts his hand to be above Moira’s before carefully sliding me off. “Seriously, guys,” he says, his glance encircling us both as he starts to turn towards the door, “Thank you so much for this.”

When he leaves I’m left feeling a little dizzy after so much excitement. It’s a good thing being handled is second nature to me now so that I’m not worried about falling from my high-up perch.

“It went well, then?” Mo asks, bringing me over to her dining table so that we can sit and relax for a minute.

“Yes!” I say jovially as I hop onto the wooden surface, although my buzz is slowly deflating like a punctured tire now that everything is over. “Sorry, I severely underestimated how long it would take. I’m glad we still made it back in time.”

I catch her up on the past two or so hours, recounting it from my own perspective of revisiting all of those significant locations. Admittedly, our world is pretty small to the average person. But it’s been chock full of happy moments and is plenty large enough for me.

Moira’s big green eyes soften by the time I get to the end of my recap. "Sounds like it turned out to be a fun afternoon. I think you made him so happy, Evie.”

“Yeah, he’s never quite… hugged me like that before,” I say, and I look down at the ground as I mess with the hem of my shirt.

“I wasn’t gonna say anything,” Moira responds with a grin, “but that was really, really cute.”

I shouldn’t have said anything either. I waver on the spot and my knees feel weak. Suddenly I plop down, parking myself into a seat. I wrap my arms around myself and lower my head.

"I’m in deep, aren’t I?” I finally admit.

There’s a pause before my friend lets out a sigh. "Yeaaah… I really think you might be…”

I clutch myself a little tighter, feeling a nervous flame light up at the base of my stomach. After a moment of squirming I just say, "I don’t know what to do.”

From the shuffling sound nearby I can tell she’s leaning in closer. "Would you like me to talk to him?” she asks softly.

"No!” I yelp, snapping my head back up, the anxious fire flaring up inside. “Please, please don’t tell him about this.”

"Okay, okay.” Moira pulls back again, arms sliding off the table, clearly taken aback by my sharp tone. “I won’t.”

Shit, my reaction was too much. I’m probably freaking her out, I didn’t mean to slip into this state all of a sudden. I need to try and reel myself back in.

"I’m sorry, I just…” My voice is a little shaky. Hell, my whole body is shaky. “Honestly, the idea of dating… anybody freaks me out. Much less trying to be with someone at this size.”

"Yeah, you’ve mentioned that you swore off dating,” she says gently, “Do you mind if I ask why?”

“I… um…”

The sense of disquiet continues to smolder in my chest. Old memories start to reach out to me, threatening to grab me and whisk me away. I stare off into space as it feels like the colors are getting sucked out of my environment.

I see so much of it at once, like scattered pieces of a puzzle. An old, dingy diner. Broken red ceramic. Police car lights. Three flights of stairs, an embrace waiting at the top. A deep, lush forest. Hands encircling my wrists. A male voice crying. “I’m begging you… Please, don’t do this…” A kitchen floor covered in blood.

My stomach lurches, and it’s lucky that I’m already sitting down. Desperately I try to come back up to the surface and chase away the visions I wish would just vanish forever. Somehow I keep my voice relatively calm despite how broken I feel inside. "I’ve had some… bad experiences. Sorry, I’d rather not get into it.”

Moira nods, her eyes still fixed on me as if at any second I might combust on the spot. "That’s alright. I’m sorry to hear it.”

Get a hold of yourself, I admonish. I have to put the lid back on, choke out the fire. I swallow all of it down, force a smile onto my face. And try to alter course. Aiden… Just focus on Aiden…

"I don’t know, what do you think of him?” I manage to ask with a more casual tone, raising my eyes up shyly. Actually, come to think of it, she’s known him for way longer. I should have been wondering about this a long time ago. “Have you ever… considered…?”

“What, me and Aiden?” Unexpectedly, Moira suddenly looks like she just drank sour milk. “Oh, god no.”

The sudden change in her demeanor brings out a quiet but genuine laugh out of me. “That bad, huh?” I comment, loosening up my posture.

“Right, okay, that was rude. He’s great, he just reminds me sooo much of my brother. They even look really similar. That might be why we became good friends, but it’s only ever been platonic… I’m sure he’d be a great partner, just not for me.” Her smile is a bit suggestive, though she seems hesitant to be any more blatant after my previous outburst.

I can’t help feeling relieved. If Moira took an interest in him then I’d definitely have no chance. Not that I have a chance now. Nor do I want one. Or rather… I shouldn’t want one…

This little detour does help lighten the mood, and we’re able to move on to simpler subjects. Soon enough, I’m packed aboard the giant purse and together we head back to where I live. The entire time we’re debating which Disney movie we should put on in the background while cooking, and by the time we make it home it’s as if my moment of panic had never happened.

We set up the basil plant on my side of the desk, so that it can get sunlight and so that I can be the one to water it. I definitely don’t want to give Aiden more responsibilities, especially in the next couple of weeks. Plus the fake green geode looks rather nice beside my real purple one.

Moira’s just as good of a cook as I am, so she doesn’t need any direction from me in the kitchen, though I do what I can to help - checking cracked eggs for any tiny bits of shell and the like. Mostly I assist with drying the dishes that Mo’s cleaning as we go, and we bounce between chatting and snacking and enjoying the movie.

I hope the birthday boy is having fun. He’s rarely ever out in the evenings, and although I initially had tried to find a way for Moira to at least join the group for dinner, I’m grateful for the company now. Despite her being so accustomed to me, she’s always so considerate - she made sure I had access to food and water right away, she ensures her phone isn’t too loud or too far, and she’s the one who asked if I could help dry the dishes when she saw me looking restless with nothing to do. I truly couldn’t be happier to have her as a friend.

It’s almost 11pm when we hear the front door unlock. At this point, the meals have been made and packed away, the kitchen is clean, and we’ve been hanging out at the desk. I’d just been consoling her about some work frustrations, and the conversation had come to a natural stop when Aiden comes in. Even from across the room I can tell he’s all smiles. He offers to drive Mo home as she gets up to leave, but she declines since she had thought ahead and parked her car here this morning, back when she helped me plant the treasure hunt clues.

“Besides,” she says as she gives him a goodbye hug and then pulls away to shoot him a pointed look, “Should you even be driving right now?”

“Wha? I’m not drunk,” he responds with a laugh. “Diego’s the one who got plastered, we ended up having Tyler drive his car.”

“Yeah okay, I can believe that. Alright, you have a good night!” The door shuts behind her.

Aiden’s brilliant smile as he comes over to the desk makes me feel weak. I was too far away from the giants to be able to take part in their brief conversation, but I pipe up now that he’s closer.

“A little tipsy, maybe?” I tease, seeing the slight shift from his usual demeanor.

“I don’t think so?” he chuckles as he sits down, “I had exactly two drinks, and I don’t think they were very strong. I’m probably just riding off the high, it was a great night.” His voice does sound a little fried from all the singing, but he doesn’t seem to pay that any mind. He regards me with what I can only describe as a gentle intensity, his smile never quite leaving his face even when his tone gets a little sadder. “I really just wish you could’ve been there. Without it blowing your ears out of course.”

I step towards him, closer to the edge of the desk. “Yeah, that would have been nice. But I’m just so happy you had fun! You should probably get some sleep now, though, it’s getting late.”

“Right, I don’t want to sleep in too long… Gotta hit the books in the morning. I do feel really refreshed, at least.”

Aiden continues to study me, and he slowly brings a hand up to his mouth. For a second he runs the side of his forefinger against his bottom lip, as if hesitating about something. I’m about to playfully chide him and tell him to get moving, when I notice something I find odd. He’s moved the end of his finger directly in front of his mouth. Is he shushing me?

No. He’s kissing the tip of his finger. And then the hand travels down to where I stand frozen. And he touches me on the cheek.

“Thank you so much for today,” he murmurs softly, pulling his hand away again. “Thanks for… for everything.”

Too shocked to react otherwise, I smile as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. “Sure thing. Happy birthday.”

He goes to bed after that. But I lay awake for hours on end.