@TakoAlice8 I’ve literally written a pretty long story that starts out exactly like that hehe, so yes I’m interested! I actually much prefer the yandere thing over pure domination/cruelty. For him to find the little one precious while still taking away her freedom and autonomy. It’s a great premise!
@maladaptivetiny This looks great! I wish I had advice for you, I just export my art at a smaller scale if I need to, but I don’t quite know what I’m doing.
@maladaptivetiny I would love to see your playlist! I’ve sorta stumbled across this kind of thing in the past, but I love the idea of audio stories becoming more of a “thing”
@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.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=StrBoWeV-Fo
Just found this channel and I am obsessing!!
@SmolChlo Whoa, way to bring me back to my childhood! I never super got into Naruto but I remember checking it out like… over a decade ago lol. These are cute!!
@Olo I would relish in seeing this empire crumble. But also whatever you feel like writing I’ll be happy to read~
@Olo Finally got around to reading the second part and man, how chilling! The quiet performative nature of it all added a disturbing layer to the whole thing. I’d certainly be curious to see more from this world - perhaps other customers and other victims - if you were ever interested in revisiting this.
@Olo Hehe, have fun at work! Just imagine a bunch of teensy women skittering all over your workspace, that’s not distracting at all…
And yeaaah Aiden is still going to be super self conscious of his kink after what happened haha. But it’s so true that their relationship has kinda been thrown off with this pesky shrinking business. I can’t even imagine (but I sure do try!)
And there we have it, part 2 in the books!! I am currently working on part 3, but it is turning out to be a BEAST so it might take me a few months before I finish it. I have a couple of much smaller writing projects that I’ve started in the meantime, so perhaps at some point I’ll pause and finish a short story or two before I get back to this one. Thank you so so much for joining me thus far!!
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~
@Olo I find that particularly interesting seeing as the story of yours that I’m in the middle of prominently features some law enforcement characters! (or, er, do detectives count? maybe not lol)
Also, you are the second person who has wondered if it’s just Dr L’s porn stash and I am wildly entertained by this 
So much ground was covered in more ways than one!