Twin Sizes by TerryLarka

            “What about this one? Does it dazzle you?” Lynn asked, twirling out from the miniature dressing room. She and Alena were at a boutique in the local mall, trying on dresses for the Galaween ball. The dress she had on was a resplendent emerald green, featuring glossy see-through sleeves and a layered skirt.

            “Yep, you look gorgeous!” Alena said with a glimmer in her eyes. She was crouched in front of the notepad-sized curtains leading to the tiny women's dressing room. The room itself was actually portable, brought out by the full-size saleswoman standing beside Alena.

            Lynn slumped forward and groaned. “Gah! You've said that for every dress I've put on. I can't wear all of them!”

            “It's not my fault you look great in everything.” Alena reached down and pinched the fabric of Lynn's skirt, rubbing it between her fingers. It was luxuriously soft yet resilient, built to withstand the not so gentle tugging of a giant partner.

            “Flattery may be the closest thing I have to a weakness, but it won't do you any good here.” Lynn crossed her arms and huffed, pretending she didn't enjoy the pull of Alena’s fingers on her ensemble. “I know it's hard, but I need honest criticism to look my best.”

            “Not every dress can be the perfect fit for the wearer, even if the wearer herself is perfect,” the saleswoman chimed in. She was an older woman, and her voice carried a sing-song tone honed through decades of selling and pitching. “Letting us know your true feelings is only going to help us find the right choice for your lovely date.”

            Alena sighed and let go of Lynn's skirt. “Fine. This one is nice, but it doesn't do your figure justice.”

            “What about the bodycon?” Lynn asked. “That one was really tight.”

            “That did your figure too much justice. I want everyone to be jealous of me, but not enough that they try to nab you off my shoulder.” Alena thought for a moment, putting her opinions in order. “The black one, strapless with a deep red sash. That was my favorite.”

            “Why's that?” Lynn asked, not letting her off the hook that easily.

            “Because the colors are perfect for Halloween, and well…” Alena fidgeted and bit her lower lip. She didn't want to admit she liked how much the bodice lifted the tiny's ample chest. “... it, um, really brings out your eyes.”

            “Right, my eyes. Those're what had you so transfixed.” Lynn delighted in the wobbly grin that arose from Alena's embarrassment. She could have done without her lover's eyes darting away in shame though. There was nothing Lynn wanted more than to feel that giant woman's gaze ravage her puny form. “I too fall victim to the unshakable urge to gawk at my girlfriend's eyes when she tries on form-fitting dresses.” Lynn twirled again to bring Alena’s attention back onto her. “But you made the right choice. That was the dress I was going to pick anyway.”

            “If that's case, then why even bother asking my opinion?”

            “To confirm that I know your tastes as well as I think I do, and to make sure you didn't settle on a dress you didn't like.” Blood rushed up into Alena's cheeks, her face burning as she listened to her partner. “I would have been in shambles if I had picked wrong, but the chances of that were obviously slim. That being said, the look you gave me when I stepped out in that bodycon…” Lynn's voice grew husky as she spoke. “...Oh, I'd wear that dress everyday just to get another glimpse.”

            “Are we ready to move on and find your fit?” the saleswoman asked Alena. “I have an idea that I'm confident you both will find to your liking.” 

            “Gimme a sec to get out of this, then let's do it!” Lynn retreated into the miniature dressing room, leaving Alena alone with the saleswoman.

            “I've never had this much fun clothes shopping before,” Alena said, standing up. “Usually, I just pick out the first thing that catches my eye, and if it fits, I'll take it. But with Lynn, this is so cliché, but it's like I'm a kid again dressing up dolls.”

            “No, no, I understand exactly what you mean.” The saleswoman waved with polite dismissiveness. “You'd be surprised how many people I get in here sharing that mentality. Men especially. They think picking out their wardrobe is as simple as grabbing made to fit clothing off the shelf, but once they see their dates step out, they won't leave until the little lady has worn the whole store.”

            “Really?” Alena asked, cocking her head.

            “Oh, yes. It's like you said, dressing tinies is like playing with dolls. They have that effect on everyone.”

            “Hmph! As if Barbie could ever compare to me,” Lynn said, strutting out of the dressing room in her casual attire. The saleswoman crouched down to receive the tiny's discarded dress and placed it in a small basket with the other unwanted apparel, leaving the desired black dress in her hand.

            Alena reached down to allow Lynn to step onto her hand and carried her to the regular fitting rooms, setting her on the floor before them. A moment later, the saleswoman brought over a dress in Alena's size and handed it over. Color wise, it was a perfect inverse of what the pair had chosen for Lynn: a deep red with a black sash. Alena grabbed the dress and headed into the fitting room, her tiny lover hot on her heels.

            “Um, where do you think you’re going?” Alena asked with a playful grin, her head tilted to peer at the little lady on the floor.

            “Joining you, duh.” Alena raised an eyebrow as she waited for Lynn to correct her answer. “What? There’s nothing in there I haven’t seen before.”

            “You’ll wait out here while I change, just as I did for you.” Lynn didn’t like being told what to do, especially when what to do was not see her girlfriend naked, but the subtle smugness tinging Alena’s tone buttered the tiny up enough to comply. Alenna disappeared into the fitting room, leaving Lynn to stand beside the saleswoman’s pumps.

            “There have been so many more couples like you two coming here lately,” the saleswoman said, making idle chitchat. Lynn looked up at her and cocked her head.

            Like us? In which way, lady? Lynn struggled not to blurt her question out loud.

            “Bigs and tinies together. Love between sizes is so romantic.”

            Oh. Well, that answers that. Lynn nodded along absentmindedly.

            “Back when I was your age, they weren’t so common. We were all so tense around one another. Bickering and name calling. Bigs and tinies were wary sharing a sidewalk, let alone a bed.” The saleswoman didn’t look down as she spoke. It was more like she was talking to herself than prattling on to the young tiny. “I always found your folk so fascinating. Sometimes I wish I had been born twenty years later, when mixed-size dating grew more widespread. I love my husband, big as he is. I really do, but sometimes I wonder…”

            What’s taking Alena so long? Lynn slumped forward and tapped her foot, not at all concerned of the woman next to her noticing. I should be in there, salivating over every mind-boggling curve, but instead, I’m stuck out here listening to this drivel! If she isn’t finished in ten seconds, I’m plotting my revenge. Alena will rue the day she…

            Alena stepped out in the resplendent dark red dress, hands folded as if she were about to meet her prince charming. Unlike Lynn’s, Alena’s dress had shoulder straps, covering more skin in the front but allowing the back to drape much further down. The silk fabric hugged her body tightly, showing off her full-figured frame to the tiny below. She mimicked her lover and twirled to present the dress from all sides.

            “What do you think, love? Are you mesmerized?” she asked in the sultriest tone she could muster. It sounded no where near as natural as Lynn’s, but it was sexy enough to get the job done.

            Lynn’s jaw hit the floor. The blood red dress drove her wild like a matador inciting a bull. She wanted to climb all over it. She wanted to be swaddled in it. She wanted to be tucked inside the bodice. She wanted to tear the damn thing off.

            “It’s perfect,” she somehow managed to sputter out. Alena picked the tiny girl up and held her outstretched, positioning her like a hand mirror to get a glimpse of everything the dress had to offer. Self-esteem knew no greater benefactor than Lynn’s honest eye.

            “That so?” A hint of disappointment escaped from Alena’s lips, hiding behind her otherwise flattered tone. “I suppose that means we’re done here.”

            “Wha? No!” Lynn leaned forward on Alena’s palm, forcing the giant woman to bring her hand to her chest, lest her date fall to the floor. “I only get to see you in one dress? That’s not fair!”

            “But you said it was perfect.” Alena wrapped her fingers around her little lover to keep her bound and secure. “And I agree, so why waste time trying anything else on?”

            “What if we find something perfecter?” Hunger consumed Lynn's feeble mind, a yearning to see her girlfriend wear more fanciful outfits. “I want to see you in every color of the rainbow!”

            “It couldn't hurt to explore your options,” the saleswoman chimed in. “I can hold onto this one while you try on more of our selection.”

            Alena buckled under the weight of Lynn's incessant puppy dog eyes. “Fine. Get me more dresses.” She set her girlfriend down on the floor before ducking back into the fitting room.             “And don't even think about following me inside.”

            Alena proceeded to try on several fits. None of them compared to the first, but each got rave reviews from the tiny on the floor. A slit up the side exposing a scandalous amount of leg. A fabric soft enough to calm a crying infant. A bustier that knocked the air out of Lynn's puny lungs. Though she'd loathe to admit it, Alena slayed every cloth to grace her skin, and Lynn could hardly contain her enthusiasm.

            Eventually, enough was enough, and Alena went with the dress they originally picked out. Lynn was hardly sated, but all the outfits in the world could never hope to quench her thirst. As the couple exited the boutique into the shopping complex, a pair of familiar faces sat on a bench waiting for them.

            “All finished?” Jackie asked, holding an orange paper bag. “We found everything for my costume.” Pierce sat on her shoulder. Looking down at the bag's contents, his expression exuded equal parts trepidation and enthrallment. 

            “What are you going as?” Alena asked as she approached them, Lynn in hand.

            “Deranged serial killer who recently broke out of the asylum,” Jackie turned to the man on her shoulder and bared her fangs in a toothy grin, “and is eager to satisfy her cravings for adorable little men.”

            Lynn noticed Pierce's skin grow pale, but he otherwise kept his composure in the face of the pearly gates.

            “Guess that makes me the fat guy that always dies in slasher flicks,” he joked, averting his gaze towards the less menacing Alena.

            “Aw, don't worry.” Jackie pursed her lips and enveloped Pierce in a quick kiss. “I'll make your demise a worthy spectacle. You'll be the star of the show!”

            Weirdly enough, Jackie's words soothed Pierce's nerves, though it was less the words themselves and more the intentions behind them. And the kiss. That helped a lot.

            “Alright. I'm starving,” Lynn announced. “Time for lunch.”

…

            The gang set their trays down at a booth in the mall food court. Atop the table, beside the saltshakers, condiments, and napkin dispenser, were stacks of miniature tables and chairs to be set for mixed size eating. Jackie sat across from Alena, each placing their partners beside their trays as they all dug into their respective meals.

            “Hold on, that isn't what you ordered.” Lynn pointed up at the chicken sandwich in Alena's hands. “You were supposed to get a burger.”

            “Yeah, it looks like they screwed up my order. I wanted onion rings instead of fries too,” Alena admitted, “but it's no big deal.”

            “Yes it is.” Lynn stamped her feet. “That's not what you paid for. We have to fix this.”

            “Lynn, the price isn't any different, and I like chicken. I can manage.”

            “That's not the point! You weren't given what you're owed.” Lynn leapt off the edge of the table, giving Alena a mini heart attack as the tiny landed on her thigh. She then proceeded to climb down her girlfriend’s pant leg and storm off on her lonesome towards the sales counter at the other end of the food court.

            Alena put down her food and buried her face in her hands, rubbing her eyes beneath her glasses. “Must she always be the perfectionist? I swear she's going to drive me mad.”

            “I get what you mean,” Jackie said. The moment Lynn departed, the larger twin reached over the table to snatch a finger full of Lynn's paltry fries, despite having a full basket of properly scaled shoestrings on her own tray. The others didn't say anything of it, Alena baffled by the behavior and Pierce grateful it wasn't his food under assault. “Getting your order corrected isn't worth the hassle.” 

            “Exactly! I hate to bother the staff over something so trivial.” Alena turned to look for Lynn, the tiny still angrily making her way to the counter. She stuck to the tiny path as she trudged ever forward, assuaging a fraction of Alena's concerns. “They have enough on their plate.”

            “That's what I love about Lynn. She's willing to speak my mind so I don't have to.” Jackie showed her appreciation by taking more fries. The trick was to take just enough that the victim wouldn't notice when they returned. Four or below was a safe bet, six to eight was taking a risk, and nine or more was playing with fire. Jackie hadn't even touched her own food yet. “Arguing is effortless for her. She'll run headfirst into conflict to keep me out of the crosshairs.” 

            “Is that part of twin telepathy, speaking on your behalf like that?” Alena asked.

            “Essentially. We're close enough to know what the other is thinking, and Lynn speaks those thoughts aloud so I don't have to.” Jackie finally took a bite of her own burger. The mouth-filling bite satisfied much more than the short slivers of potato, which begged the question of what motivated the larger twin's twisted, fast food based kleptomania. Pierce shivered at the thought. A vore fetish was workable, but this dark desire was too much for even a depraved soul to tolerate. “But I think it goes beyond us being twins. Lynn's socially intelligent, more than the rest of us. I'm sure she'll be able to read your mind before long, assuming she can't already.”

            Alena chuckled. “I'm not sure if I should look forward to or dread that.”

            A couple minutes passed, and a member of the food court staff appeared at the group's table with a tray in her hands.

            “I am so sorry about the mix-up,” she said, bowing her head. On the tray sat a burger wrapped in aluminum foil and a basket of onion rings. And atop the foil sat an impish woman with long dirty-blonde hair, one knee crossed over the other and a smug smile etched across her cheeks. “Here's your order free of charge. We voided the charges on your party's meals as well to express our sincerest apologies.”

            “Oh, you didn't have to-”

            “That'll be all, Vanessa,” Lynn interrupted, waving the food court employee off. “We appreciate your service. I'll notify management what a wonderful help you've been.”

            “Thank you, Ms. Richards. Please enjoy your meal.” The staff member returned to her station, leaving Alena bewildered by the turn of events.

            “What did you do?”

            Lynn leapt off the burger and sauntered to her miniature table. “I worked my magic and got us what we were owed and then some. You're all welcome.” Alena stared hard, furrowing her brow. Pierce shot the other tiny an uneasy look as if assessing a threat. Jackie took a sip of her soda to wash down her sister’s fries. “What? I didn't threaten her if that’s what you’re worried about. I simply informed her of the problem and guided her to the proper solution.”

            Satisfied with herself, Lynn sat down and prepared to eat her long-awaited lunch. She looked it over, eager to fill that empty stomach of hers, but noticed something amiss. She examined her tray closely, like a detective combing over a crime scene.

            “Jackie…” Lynn uttered through gritted teeth, shooting daggers into her sister with a venomous glare. “Did you steal my fries?”

            “I have no idea what you are talking about,” Jackie said with rehearsed innocence. Her eyes were clear, her heart unclouded. Her soul carried nary a trace of remorse.

            “She took six,” Pierce spoke up, shocking the whole table.

            Jackie gasped, pressing a hand to her chest. “Et tu, Pierce?”

            “Jackie, you mean a lot to me, but stealing another's food is an injustice I cannot abide.”

            Jackie sniffled loudly and whimpered as if she were actually crying. “I can't believe you'd betray me like that. I- I thought we had something special, Pierce.”

            The tiny man froze up, afraid he actually did something wrong, and in that moment of weakness, Jackie snatched the last of his fries.

            “No!” It happened so fast, too quick to register. A suckerpunch to the gut that left Pierce irrevocably defeated and stricken with grief. “Dammit! Not like this!”

            “That's what you deserve. You never rat out your girlfrie-” Jackie's eyes trailed down to her tray. In the midst of her gloating, her little sister snuck into the fry basket and licked the entire length of a French fry, claiming it as her rightful property.

            “Ha!” The smaller twin pointed defiantly at her big sister's stupid face. Jackie was flabbergasted, her mouth agape. There was no clear path for retaliation, no means of recompense for the loss of a fry twice Lynn's height. “Come, Pierce. You can have the side I didn't lick if you help me lift it.”

            Pierce eagerly followed suit, sprinting over to his girlfriend's food, grabbing one end of the log of fried potato, and helping Lynn haul it off Jackie's tray. Uninvolved in the cutthroat politics of the lunch table, Alena simply laughed and enjoyed her onion rings.

…

            Alena laid on her dorm room's floor, doodling in her notebook. Lynn was on her back, sprawled out on the paper and striking a fashionable pose. She had on a chic sweater/scarf combo and a skirt draped over nylon leggings to help Alena practice drawing fall fashion.

            Alena's notebook was quickly filling up with sketches of Lynn, the tiny always at the ready to model for her lover. When she got the chance, Lynn also drew in Alena's notebook, usually little portraits of the big enamored by her girlfriend’s larger depictions of the tiny.

            “There. Finished.” Alena put her pencil down and took a breath. With a “hup,” Lynn got on her feet and examined the art drawn at twice her scale. The shading was spectacular, particularly on the leggings and the grooves of the scarf. Lynn’s face had a good amount of depth, though the eyes were a tad too large and a bit too oblong. The scarf mostly resembled a scarf with only some of the lines blending with the cross hatching to become an indiscernible mess.

            “You're really improving. Nice use of edging between each article of clothing.” Lynn walked the span of the sketch, noting imperfections and signs of development. “You’re still a ways off before finding your style, but we’ll hone you into the best artist in your course in no time.”

            “And how long until I’m half as good as you?” Alena asked, staring at a puny doodle of herself that was ten times as detailed as her own sketch at a thirtieth of the scale.

            Lynn sighed. “Comparing yourself to me is an exercise in frustration. A child doesn’t despair when their art is hung on the fridge and not in the Louvre. Reflect on your old sketches and compare them to what you’re drawing now. That’s far more productive.”

            “I know. I just wish I was better than you at something,” Alena said with a weary chuckle. Her tiny girlfriend crossed her arms and pouted.

            “No. Nuh-uh. That’s not how you fish for compliments. I won’t degrade myself to make you feel better.” The bitter undertones forced Alena’s eyes wide open.

            “No! I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry.” Alena averted her gaze. “It’s just so easy to envy you. Can you blame me for wanting to make you feel the same?”

            Lynn’s expression softened. It was a chore constantly reminding Alena of her greatness, but Lynn took up the mantle, confident she’d one day wean the woman off self-loathing and into self-loving. She leapt onto the back of her girlfriend’s hand, straddling her middle finger, and rested against the giant knuckle, caressing the woman’s smooth skin with her miniscule hands. “Alena, you’re incredible, and you make it so needlessly difficult to convince you of that. Must I sit here and heap praise upon you until you finally see reason?”

            Alena smiled and ran the fingers of her free hand down the little lady’s back, eliciting a purr from her pampered partner. “I would love nothing more.”

            “You’re considerate to a fault. You make everyone around you happy even when you aren’t. You’re a great listener. You put up with me and everything I ask of you without a hint of complaint. You’re mindful of those around you and do everything in your power to protect me from myself, no matter how unnecessary it is. You know what you want out of life, and have a good enough head on your shoulders to get it. On top of all that, you look sexy as fuck in everything you wear without ever trying to.” Lynn felt Alena’s blood race beneath her finger as it rushed into her face, her cheeks mere degrees away from melting.

            “You’re exaggerating on that last one.”

            “Am not! The way you fill out a baggy hoodie and sweats puts spandex to shame.” Lynn rolled around on Alena’s hand so that her back was to the hammock-sized finger and her diminutive limbs dangled off the sides. “I swear you’re the least fashionable fashion design major this side of history, and yet you still make it work.”

            “Designing clothes and wearing them are two totally different arenas.” Alena suddenly grew conscious of her sweatshirt’s fabric touching her skin. Most of her wardrobe was one size too big. “These are comfortable and help me blend in. I don't thrive off attention the way you do.”

            “I know. Do what makes you feel good. Like I said, you're the hottest woman on campus while actively trying not to be. Aside from me, of course. Technically Jackie too, but that's only cause she cribbed my look.” Alena laughed at Lynn’s comment, though the tiny didn’t see what was so funny. “Sure, I'd commit unspeakable acts to see you in a crop top and Daisy Dukes, but that's not your style.

            “Christ, Lynn, I can't imagine stepping outside in that. My mom would beat me so hard it'd leave a permanent mark.” Lynn's brow furrowed as she turned to look at Alena, taken aback by her casual remark. The larger woman didn't notice the tiny's reaction. “Maybe I could wear a V-neck every once in a while? Would that make for an acceptable compromise?”

            Lynn hopped off the giant finger and recomposed herself, deciding not to dwell on what Alena said in jest. “Fine, but I'd prefer the cut go past your belly button.”

            “If I ever find a sweater like that, then I'll be asking some serious questions.”

            As the couple laughed together, Lynn untwirled her scarf from her neck, tossing it aside before unbuttoning her cardigan.

            “What are you doing?” Alena asked.

            “I've had enough clothes talk for one day, so I'm taking mine off. You are going to draw me nude.” Lynn could hear Alena's heart practically leap from her throat. Just the response she was aiming for. She slipped out of her undershirt and removed her skirt, turning her back to Alena to give her an eye full as she slid her leggings off her delectable peach. “Would you do the honors?” she asked, draping her long hair over her shoulder.

            Alena gulped, pinching the back strap of Lynn's bra and prying apart the Velcro. Then she snuck her finger down the tiny woman's panties and dragged them to the paper floor of the notebook, brushing her finger against the puny, pert butt and sending goosebumps up her arm. Alena’s heart fluttered as Lynn turned to face her. The little lady tilted her head forward and bit her lower lip. Her itty bitty eyes guided the giantess’ gaze downward, inviting her to take in those tiny, voluptuous curves. Lynn’s tits stood in proud defiance of gravity, her nipples protruding in poignant anticipation. Her tummy was flat enough to eat off of, though the portions it could hold were scant. Her crotch, limbs, and underarms were clean shaven and smooth as butter, as if hair only grew where she willed.

            Lynn fell back onto the notebook paper and struck a pose. One knee pointed skyward in a perfect right angle while the other rested flat against the page. Her hair spread out in a halo around her head. She coursed her fingers through the strands; one hand wedged between her head and the paper, and the other held still on her scalp, framing her face with her arm. Her mouth held slightly agape, like she froze in the middle of whispering sweet nothings into her lover’s ear.

            Alena grabbed her pencil, clutching it tightly, and started sketching in the space beside her girlfriend. Lynn's figure spanned seven lines on the paper, giving Alena an easy reference for her scale. She typically drew the tiny at twice the size to better capture the little details. While the larger woman drew, Lynn remained perfectly still, holding her pose like a professional.

            “I know you're still undecided, but you should really consider a career in modeling,” Alena suggested, scratching away in the space beside her girlfriend. “You’re a natural at it.”

            “Searching for talent early, I see. Understand that being your girlfriend doesn't mean I'll come cheap.” Between sentences, Lynn's mouth returned to its position. It was the only part of her that moved as she spoke. “In terms of career paths, right now I'm split between full-time sexy librarian and president of the United States.”

            “Something tells me, ‘What do you want to be when you grow up?’ was a complicated question for you.”

            “When I was a kid, I wanted to be an astronaut and a paleontologist. I was going to be the first woman to discover fossils on the moon.” The hard part of modeling was having to wait to check Alena's work until she was finished. Lynn enjoyed guiding her girlfriend’s pencil whenever the big needed the assistance. But the tiny did relish watching Alena while she worked. With her pencil in her right hand, Alena's left rubbed against the side of her thigh. Lynn suspected it sought to get closer to Alena's unmentionables, but laying on her front made that region inaccessible and stuffing her hand down her pants would break her focus anyway. Kudos on prioritizing your craft over pleasure. 

            It was clear whenever Alena reached the fun bits. Her breathing quickened, her pencil slowed, and her focus tightened on whichever curve she was working on. Lynn adored attention, but this went beyond that. This was an intense analysis hellbent on studying the tiny to the fullest. No detail was too small, no feature unworthy of scrutiny. Euphoria washed over Lynn's unmoving frame, pouring out from Alena's gaze every time it graced the tiny's body. She devoured her partner's unyielding concentration like a plant absorbing the sun's light.

            “All done.” Alena put down her pencil, her hand shaking as she awaited her girlfriend's response. Lynn rocketed onto her feet, unphased at having remained motionless for several minutes. She paced along the edge of the sketch, her expression refusing to betray her thoughts. After spending an eternity going over it, Lynn smirked.

            “You always draw my boobs bigger than they are. Is that intentional?”

            Alena broke out in a cold sweat. “I guess that's how my mind's eye sees them.” She offered an uneasy laugh, hoping to quell any potential offense with it.

            “I don't mind. The opposite, in fact.” Her hips were wider too, and her waist slimmer. She'd make a popular comic book artist, Lynn thought. “This is splendid. The feet and hands actually look like they belong to a human, and my eyes aren’t shaped like footballs. The mouth is a bit off, but you're not used to drawing it in that pose. The shading on my nipples is especially impressive. You must have devoted a lot of time on getting them just right.”

            Alena’s blushing blared bright beneath her dark skin. Her lips wobbled, and her eyes darted around the room. The Cheshire grin curling up the sides of Lynn’s face dominated the giant woman’s psyche, tugging at all the right strings. She didn’t even realize, having finished drawing, that her hand had snuck below her sweats’ waistline.

            “I’d say those hands of yours have earned themselves a break. Would you care to grasp something softer than a pencil?” Lynn sauntered towards her partner, crossing one leg in front of the other in a sultry display. “Are you familiar with tactile learning? Visual references are certainly helpful, but feeling up your subject can unlock a whole new perspective. Don’t underestimate the power of touch.”

            Alena sat up. One hand remained in her pants while the other snatched Lynn. She wrapped her fingers around the tiny’s naked body, groping that firm dumpling of an ass with the lower joint of her ring finger. While the other digits covered Lynn’s back, the giant woman’s thumb pressed into one of Lynn’s tits, squeezing it like a button.

            “Eek!” The pressure drew a yelp out of Lynn, but Alena didn’t relent. A few weeks ago, the gentle giant would have retreated and doted on her fragile lover, but Alena knew better now. Amid all the fun they’ve had together, Lynn never once asked for Alena to tone it down. She could take all the pressure the larger woman threw at her and then some. Alena continued to mash the tit like she was playing Galaga, jerking Lynn into singing a moaning hymn for her.

            Lynn wrapped her arms around Alena’s thumb and squeezed it between her thighs, squirting the first warm drops of arousal onto it. The tiny's eyes rolled back as she humped the lumbering digit, spreading a fine coating of femcum at its base. 

            A smile spread across Alena's face as she continued to massage Lynn’s back with her fingers. As much game as Lynn talked, it delighted Alena to know she could bring her lover to the heights of ecstasy with just one hand. Not that either wanted the fun to end there. Alena was warming herself up with her other hand, and she knew Lynn wouldn't be satisfied until both sets of giant lips came into play.

            Alena motorboated Lynn's knockers with her thumb, knocking the pea-sized pair around with ruthless vivacity. Lynn squealed and submitted herself to her lover's overwhelming strength. She arched her back, and her honeypot leaked like a faucet.

            Now that the banquet was prepared, Alena lifted her lover to her mouth, planting a delicate kiss across the length of her torso. Lynn could have stayed like that, enveloped in her partner's soft embrace, for a lifetime. But Alena had her own cravings to fulfill, and her tongue wasn't nearly as gentle. The tensile muscle crept out from its den and forced Lynn's legs apart, bombarding her vulva with its tip.

            The tongue lathered Lynn’s crotch, lapping up her flowing juices and slinging the tiny's brain through throes of passion. Alena retreated for but a moment, repositioning herself to submerge everything from the waist down past her lips. Lynn's womanhood wasn't enough; she needed to snack on that exquisite rump. Her tongue curled around the petite woman's cheeks as she sucked on her waist, her lips pushing up to the bottoms of Lynn's breasts.

            Lynn pushed her arms against the thick vermillion, offering what little resistance she could against the overpowering suction inside Alena's mouth. It was like getting trapped halfway in a hot, wet vacuum. Lynn figured she may tear in half at any moment, which is to say the little lady never felt more alive.

            After bringing her lover to a second orgasm, Alena opened her mouth and tilted her head back, allowing Lynn to slide further inside and sprawl out on the waterbed of a tongue. She could feel tiny puffs of air pelt the roof of her mouth and could imagine that ample chest heaving as Lynn caught her breath. Alena decided to let her rest there for a couple minutes, wanting her lover refreshed before tagging in to service her.

            Once enough time had passed, Alena stuck her fingers in her mouth and pulled Lynn out, dangling the naked tiny in front of her face. She was still breathing heavy, but Lynn shot her partner a thumbs up, ready for whatever came next. Alena gave her another delicate kiss and then tugged open her waistband.

            She gently lowered Lynn into the depths, dropping her onto a thicket of pubes. Alena's arousal was already showing, mixing with the sweat covering her crotch and thighs. The smell struck Lynn immediately, a pungent aroma stewing in Alena's soaked panties. For tinies, there was no aphrodisiac stronger than a giant's musk.

            As Lynn found her way onto the labial lips, the elastic waistband snapped shut above her, sealing her inside her lover's pants. The climate was practically tropical, made humid by Alena's heavy sweating and the fumes wafting from her womanhood. Still, the heat didn't deter the little cave diver. Lynn sought out her lover's pearl and got to work polishing it with her tongue. She kissed and licked the budding fruit, worshiping it as her idol. 

            Before long, Lynn felt a great weight crash into her back, Alena's fingers from the other side of the sweats grinding her against the chasmal pussy. The tiny gave Alena’s clit a farewell kiss before plunging past the soft pink gates. From there, Lynn crawled through the tight canal, patting the G-spot before deciding she wanted to dive deeper. She could feel her lover’s jerking from within, the giantess fingering herself as the tiny slipped ever deeper inside of her.

            Drenched in ejaculate and squeezed by the tensing vaginal walls, Lynn wondered what it felt like to have a whole person crawling around down there. From her puny perspective, it was the most sensual sensory overload a girl could dream of. But what about Alena? Could she feel those petite fingers caress her insides? The tiny tongue lapping up gobfuls of arousal? The nipples on those tiddly titties prodding the fleshy walls? It seemed so given the loud moans resounding through Alena’s body, and that encouraged Lynn to put her all, her entire body, into drawing one ginormous climax.

            Alena lasted as long as she could, hoping to give her girlfriend enough time to enjoy herself, but every movement from every limb sent waves of pleasure cascading through her. Lynn’s flexible body put even the most dexterous fingers to shame, and Alena felt so fortunate to experience the sexual prowess of a talented tiny, especially one as wonderous as Lynn. She loved her. Alena recalled telling her that after their first night together, and it still rang true. As brief as their time together had been, she was certain this was love. No one had ever given her this satisfaction. Talking to her, seeing her, thinking of her, was enough to fill her stomach with butterflies. Whenever they were apart, she yearned to have her back, to tuck her in her shirt or her pants and never give her back. As Lynn reached the end of tunnel and kissed the giant woman’s cervix, Alena climaxed, her emotions exploding in harmony with her libido.

            Alena leaned back and slowly lifted herself onto her bed, her vaj laxing after strangling the tiny inside with love. Once Alena seated herself on the mattress, she felt her little lover crawl out of her, lying limp on her crotch. Even if Lynn wanted to move from her spot swaddled between pubes and panties, which she absolutely didn’t, the sticky fluids coating her locked her in place like a fly caught in wet paint. Alena parted her waistband with her hand but stopped.

            “No,” a muffled voice said through her pants. The voice was quiet and hoarse, a lover on her last legs. “Leave me here. It’s so warm.” Alena’s hand retreated as Lynn fell asleep. She would spend the rest of the evening in the hearth of her girlfriend’s sweatpants, basking in the lulling heat. Alena lied down as well, resting her hand over her crotch. In that moment of intimacy, the happy couple was convinced nothing could ever come between them.