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@littlest-lily Some hairs are shorter than others.

@littlest-lily I’m afraid it varies depending on several factors, primarily our respective personae.

To address the specific size issue: little ladies taller than four inches are literally more than a handful, and it’s very important to me that I can enclose her entirely in my hand, so four inches is usually my upper limit.

The greatest catastrophe would be if I were to drop her, so my chief concern is a secure grip. One-inchers get pinched between the pads of my index finger and my thumb, 2-4 inchers are wrapped up by my fingers and pressed against my palm. Under a half-inch-tall is too small to really grip, so if I wanted a micro lady in my palm I’d probably have to sweep her into it. A bottle of compressed air would come in handy here.

An important factor is whether a given tiny woman has ever been handled by anyone at all or by me in particular. If it is an occasion where I need or want to establish trust, I might invite her to place herself into my palm. If I am feeling particularly dominant or if I sense that she’s feeling particularly submissive, I will simply grab her without warning or permission.

Regular readers will recall that I enjoy bathing tiny ladies, so when it’s time to dry off I’ll scoop her up out of the water. If she’s in the bathtub with me, I probably won’t be able to resist surfacing some part of my body beneath her.

There is no greater first impression than the first physical contact, and it can also be an occasion for demonstration and instruction. Dangling her upside down by her leg looks absurd, and as such it is best reserved for when there’s an audience, either other tinies who need to be trained or other biggos who would be entertained by her plight.

Last but not least, I do enjoy picking her up with my lips and teeth by bringing my mouth down over her T-Rex-style. I’ll do this with even the most cherished and respected tinies as a bit of playful teasing.

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It’s only day five. We’ll get there.

Get where, exactly?

@littlest-lily Tinies suffer less from falling due to their small mass, so being moved around by puffs of air or suction (think a straw with a finger over one end) carries less risk of crushing and can even get to be fun for the tiny.

Yeah, tweezers are unquestionably scary (sometimes intentionally so).

@giant_feelings That seems like something I’d show off.

@littlest-lily IMO, well-motivated characters make the best smut.

@littlest-lily If I have to run for any reason while holding you, you’ll want to be in my fist.

Needs source. Can anyone make out that signature?

@littlest-lily As someone who is desperately trying to reduce the amount of time he spends online, it was ironic to find myself during the first part of this chapter saying, “Evie needs the Internet.”

Both Evie and Aiden seem remarkably emotionally mature for their age(s). It’s both appropriate and adorable that Evie is the first to indulge in fantasizing about what a life together would be like. I’m struck that she already seems to have, if not abandoned, at least deferred the hope of getting restored to normal size.

Both of them need to acknowledge that Evie’s dependency on Aiden is a real obstacle to their relationship. I think it’s most analagous to her having suffered a disability. Some couples can accommodate that, some cannot.

@NobodyOfKnowhere I coulda sworn @Nyx wrote at least one story along these lines.

@bigcuddlygiant Excellent, thanks!

WARNING: As suggested by the latter two images, this comic gets a bit gory…

@littlest-lily Handling without warning or obtaining permission is another big step, probably moreso for Aiden than for Evie.

Watching tinies navigate and manipulate their environment is endlessly fascinating to me. It’s my favorite distraction. All of my little lovelies have to overcome their self-consciousness fairly quickly.

Aiden’s repeated proposals to take Evie outside confirms to me that he’s suffering from separation anxiety as much as Evie has been.

Christmas decorations? Slow down, buddy.

@SmolChlo I used to torment myself imagining that a venomous spider was going to crawl under my bed sheets as soon as I turned off the light. This is worse.

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