Lynn traipsed through the dormitory’s third floor hallway on the way to Alena’s. Her heart pounded strenuously against her chest, her legs stiff but resolute in moving forward. She didn’t get a wink of sleep last night at Justine’s, rehearsing the upcoming events in her head and avoiding the pitfalls that came from catastrophizing. Lynn shook her head. After all the times she made fun of her sister for it, she couldn’t believe she was the one catastrophizing this time.
As she walked, a brick wall of a woman passed her by. Short for a big, the woman wore attire fit for Sunday mass, namely an ankle length skirt, a pressed blazer, and a stunning pearl necklace. Her shoulders were broad and her expression grimly serious, each step shaking the earth in its stalwart determination. Lynn noticed the woman possessed a striking resemblance to her girlfriend, but the sheer pressure her presence exuded prevented Lynn from catching any more than a quick glance at her. Conversely, the woman didn’t notice the tiny at all, walking through the hallway with the firm belief she was by herself.
Lynn reached the tiny door to Alena’s dorm, taking deep breaths before pushing the doorbell scaled to her. In no time flat, the larger door swung open, Naila looking down at the floor upon hearing the tiny bell’s unique chime.
“Thank God, you’re here.” Naila stepped aside and gestured for Lynn to come in. “‘Her Holiness’ just left, and Alena needs you now more than ever.” Lynn heard the sobbing as soon as she stepped past the door’s threshold.
Alena sat on her bed, hunched over and bawling into her hands. Her clothes, from the long sleeve sweatshirt, baggy sweatpants, and cotton socks, were hand picked to show as little skin and body definition as possible, Alena having successfully predicted her mother’s morning visit. Lynn rushed across the vast floor, followed slowly by the big roommate.
“Alena, what’s wrong?” Any butterflies that nested in Lynn’s stomach vanished, concern usurping their hold over the tiny.
“Lynn?” Alena peeked through her fingers at the sound of her girlfriend’s voice. After putting her glasses back on, Alena’s eyes widened, and she fell to her knees on the floor. “Oh my God, Lynn! I- You’re- I’m so sorry!” A wide range of emotions surged through Alena, the woman unsure which to act on. She was still reeling from the wounds inflicted by her mother’s wrath. “Please forgive me. Please. I didn’t mean to hide you from her. I shouldn’t have kept them a secret from you. I … I …” She tore her glasses off again, releasing another cascade of tears.
Lynn threw herself onto Alena’s knee. “Hey, I’m here. It’s okay. You don’t have to be upset.” Watching her girlfriend cry triggered her own tear ducts, Lynn sniffling herself. “I was wrong to freak out at you. You deserve so much better than that. I should have listened and been patient, and …” Tears rolled down Lynn’s cheeks, the tiny gasping for air as she fought to compose herself. “Quit crying! You’re making me lose it too, you big jerk.”
“You can’t blame her, Lynn. You didn’t witness that verbal beatdown.” Naila sat down on her bed across from Alena’s. “Jesus Christ, that woman would make Satan shit bricks.”
“Your mom? What did she say to you?”
Alena lowered her palm for Lynn to walk on. Those puny footsteps felt unbelievably soothing on her skin, a sensation Alena feared she may never have felt again. “Oh, the usual. How I’m a disgrace to our house and name. How I’m destined for the deepest pit of Hell. How Dad is … How Dad is weeping up in Heaven, ashamed at what I’ve become.” A fresh stream erupted from Alena’s eyes at the mention of her father. Lynn looked on helplessly, held up to her girlfriend’s face but too distant to embrace her. “She disowned me. I’m not allowed to speak to any relatives, anyone from church, the neighborhood, family friends, no one. Not until Mom sorts my punishment out. We can’t have rumors spreading and embarrassing her, rumors her daughter is frolicking with a tiny woman.” Alena wiped her face, but it remained stained, her eyes red and puffy. “I’ve never seen her so mad that she needed time to come up with a punishment. I have until the end of the semester to break up with you and think about how grave a sin I committed. I’m not even allowed over for Thanksgiving or Christmas.”
Lynn fidgetted in Alena’s hand. “Is that what you plan to do? Break up with me?”
“Never!” Alena brought her girlfriend closer, her hurried breaths washing over the tiny’s petite frame. “If you want to break up with me, I can accept that,” she lied, to Lynn and herself, “and I won’t pretend to repent for my mother’s sake. But splitting up is the last thing I want.”
A fire lit in Lynn’s heart. The corners of her mouth caught her tears as they curled up in a wobbly grin. “I’m not leaving you. Last night hurt so much without you, and no one has ever made me feel that way before. I love you, Alena.” Lynn held her arms out and leaned over the edge of the palm, ready to take off to get closer to her girlfriend. The giant woman brought her little lover in tight, allowing Lynn to hug her cheek and soak herself in her girlfriend’s tears. They held there, together, for a few minutes until Alena finally pulled away.
But Lynn wasn't having that. She leapt off from Alena’s wrist onto her shoulder, just barely striking the landing, and darted to her giant girlfriend's ginormous neck, wrapping her meager arms as far around it as she could in a tight embrace. Alena’s pulse pounded against Lynn's chest, increasing rapidly at her lover's touch. Alena placed her fingers along Lynn's back, feeling the tiny's heartbeat in her fingertips.
“I love you too, Lynn,” Alena croaked out between sobs, joyful tears mixing in with the pained ones. “I don't deserve you.”
“Yes, you do! Don't listen to your mom. Only the stupidest, dumbest, biggest idiot in the world would push you out of her life.” Lynn started bawling harder than her girlfriend. “I almost did last night, and I hate myself for it.”
Alena pried Lynn off her neck and held her in front of her face, pinning the tiny between her fingers as she flailed about, trying to hug her girlfriend more. “You? Hate yourself?”
“You heard me. I hate this hurt in my chest, knowing I did something wrong. The thought I may have lost you forever because of my own stubbornness, it's like there’s a wild tiger inside me clawing at my heart.”
Alena couldn't help but smirk. “I made the great Lynn Richards feel regret for the first time? That's … I can't think of a stronger confidence booster than that.”
Her girlfriend’s smile lit Lynn up. “You don't have to keep any secrets from me. From now on, I'll hear you out, and I won't freak out over my own preconceptions. I won't judge you until you've had the chance to explain your side. I promise.”
“Thank you. I swear to be up front and honest with you. It was wrong for me to keep you in the dark, and I apologize. I won't hide my family's past from you, no matter how much it shames me.” Alena closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “My family belongs to a hyper-conservative sect of Orthodox Christians, ones who interpret the scriptures literally and don't tolerate any challenges to their thousands-year old beliefs. Anything that veers the slightest bit from tradition is a sin, from missing mass on a Sunday to eating shellfish. When it comes to tinies, that means begrudgingly accepting the new world order while convinced that, secretly or openly, people your size are meant to serve us as we all do the Lord. I wish I was born Catholic or Protestant or any other brand of Orthodox; they've at least learned to see tinies as equals. But my former faith taught me to keep you beneath me. Befriending you is looked down upon. Having sex with you is tantamount to murder. In my mom's eyes, what I did is probably worse.”
“Do you still believe in that?” Lynn asked. “Not the equality part, you’re obviously better than that, but are you scared of going to Hell because of me?”
“To be honest, the thought does cross my mind occasionally. I've spent my whole life fearing God's judgment that it's hard to shake off.” Alena stared deep into Lynn's itty-bitty eyes. “But I stopped believing that nonsense a long time ago. Heather helped a lot. She challenged every one of my mom's beliefs and taught me to see the world for what it really is. I convinced my mom to let me attend a mixed size school because I wanted to get to know more tinies, to understand firsthand how wrong our religion has it. My mom only agreed because she saw it as an opportunity to test my faith; neither of us expected me to actually date a tiny. I guess I failed that test pretty spectacularly.”
Lynn shook her head. “Alena, you don't have to be ashamed of what you believed in. Even if you needed Heather’s help, I'm proud you grew out of buying into that bullshit. I'm prouder still that I'm the one who taught you how great we tinies are. Though, I'm sure I raised the bar too high. Don't expect any other tinies to wow you like I can.”
“Don't worry. No bigs can either.” Alena pressed Lynn against her cheek and nuzzled her, the tiny kissing her lover and wiping the remaining tears away. “Meeting you was the greatest thing that could've happened to me.” The pain her mother inflicted on her was already beginning to fade. “Life's been rough since my dad died. He was so kind, and mom wasn't so awful when he was around. I was just a little girl when he passed, so I can never know for sure, but I like to think he would accept who I am were he still with us, our faith be damned. He'd tell her off for banning me from coming over for Thanksgiving.” Nostalgia curled Alena's lips into a warm smile. “That was his favorite holiday. He'd whisper it into my ear so my mom didn't hear him rank it above Christmas or Easter.”
A lightbulb flashed in Lynn's head. “You can come over my house for Thanksgiving! If your family won't have you, then my folks will. They put out a mad spread every year.”
Alena's lip quivered. She felt more tears coming. “Are you sure? Hosting holidays is so stressful. I don't want to put extra strain on your parents.” Her gaze lowered, conditioned doubt springing to her mind. “Would they be okay with you bringing a big home?”
Lynn cocked her head and squinted her eyes. Her mouth hung slightly ajar, her bafflement making it a struggle to form words. “They better be!”
Alena ran back what she just asked and who she asked it to. Realizing her lapse in logic, she smacked herself upside the forehead. “Right. That was a stupid question.” Alena put her glasses on and stared at the woman in her hand. After everything that happened, she was beyond grateful to be holding her again. “I'd love to join you guys. If you and Jackie are anything to go by, your parents must be great people.”
“Yeah, they're pretty cool. As far as parents go at least.” The past day presented Lynn with a new perspective. She didn't appreciate how good she had it until learning about Alena's home life. A sudden urge to go home and hug her parents welled inside her. She brushed the feeling aside; right now, she'd rather hug her girlfriend.
“So, you two are good now?” Naila asked from the other side of the room. Lynn and Alena both jumped at her voice, forgetting she was there this whole time. “Are you gonna have makeup sex? That's the best kind of sex, you know.”
“Naila! Way to ruin the moment.” Alena's blood rushed to her face at the suggestion, but Lynn didn't flinch. Her eyes were vacant, her mind busy pondering. The tiny never made up with a partner before. She never had an opportunity to have makeup sex.
“Well, now that Lynn is here to protect you from the prudes, I'll be heading out. Don't do anything I wouldn't do. That'd be too kinky for you to handle.” Naila got halfway to the door before stopping. She turned around, pressing each of her fingertips together with her hands. “But say you wanted to film your time together, y'know, immortalize the moment, I'm damn good with a camera. I know all the best shots and angles.”
“Naila!”
“Sorry. Sorry. Just thought I'd offer.” Naila smirked and left the room, eager to find some tinies to terrorize.
“I can't believe her sometimes.” Alena noticed Lynn staring at the door, her teensy hand rubbing her chin. “What’s got you stumped?”
“Hm? Oh, nothing. A few ideas sprung to mind for a later date.” Lynn snapped out of her sexy contemplation and returned her attention to Alena. “We're spending the whole day together. Just the two of us. I'm not leaving your side for anything.”
“I don't get a say in this?”
“Nope. Get changed. We're getting coffee.” Lynn crossed her arms and tapped her foot, wondering why her girlfriend wasn't already stripping out of her pajamas. Alena rolled her eyes.
“Sounds good. You can wait outside while I change.”
Lynn's mouth was agape, her features scrunched in impotent rage. “How dare you! I am your girlfriend! That means I get to see you naked, and I didn't get to see you naked yesterday, so you owe me extra.”
“How about a compromise,” Alena offered. “I cover your eyes while I change, and in return, I'll let you ride around in my bra all day.” Lynn's ears perked up at that, the tiny's anger fading as she returned to newer, sexier contemplations.
In truth, Alena was stuffing her bra today no matter what. She needed the constant, intimate contact more than Lynn did, the little lady's touch the balm to Alena’s weary soul. But any chance to steal the reins from the petite firecracker was worth taking.
“Deal. Go put me outside, you cruel temptress.” Lynn huffed and turned her head to the side, offering all the defiance her paltry frame could muster.
“Outside? I said I'm covering your eyes, but I didn't clarify how.” Alena wrapped her fingers tight around Lynn, resting her index behind the tiny's head, and tugged at her sweatshirt's collar. Lynn's eyes widened as Alena lowered her through the hole and wedged her face first between the bulbous breasts hiding below. Alena tucked her lover deep into her cleavage, giggling at the muffled squealing emanating from beneath her heavy sweatshirt.
Overwhelming warmth overtook Lynn as ample titflesh enveloped her entire being. The fragrance of vanilla body wash soothed the tiny's senses, and the powerful beating of Alena’s heart drifted her off to cloud nine. She couldn’t see anything through the immense fat consuming her, but she felt vibrations travel through Alena's curves as the giant woman got up and got changed.
Alena traded her sweatshirt for a cozy, wool sweater, one with a collar that cut a scandalous two inches below the collar bone. She swapped her sweatpants for a more form fitting pair of jeans, and put on a comfy pair of boots to brave the cool autumn weather.
Once changed, Alena reached down between her massive mammaries and fished her girlfriend out, repositioning her so that her head stuck out between the ginormous hills. Lynn's face was beet red, and she gasped for the fresh air seeping through Alena's collar as the giant held it open.
“You good in there? I'm not too much for you am I?” Lynn heard the genuine concern in her girlfriend’s tone, despite the chuckling punctuating her words. The power was rushing to Alena's head, and Lynn could only be more proud if the tingling in her loins wasn't eating away at her ability to think straight.
“Please. I'm considering making this my second home. All I need is a TV and a way to run cable through your shirt.” Lynn slipped an arm out from the cleavage's grip and patted the tit before her like she owned it.
“Careful. Keep talking like that, and I may make it your only home.” Darkness cast over Lynn as Alena released her hold on her collar, scant rays of light peeking through the fibers of her sweater. She grabbed her breasts from either side and squeezed them together, swallowing Lynn in her voluptuous flesh. Buried in boobies, Lynn couldn’t move, Alena's incredible weight pinning the puny woman in place. Alena mashed her tits into each other, kneading Lynn into her supple skin. When Alena finally released her, Lynn devoured the vanilla scented air made available to her, her body soaked in sweat and her panties stained with another fluid entirely. “Ready to go? Let me know if the ride becomes too rough for you.”
I'll never tell you if it does. Lynn smiled and rested against her girlfriend’s curves, relishing in every soothing vibration traveling through Alena as she walked out of her dorm room. When they got outside, Lynn didn't notice the change in temperature, swaddled in Alena's body heat trapped within the sweater.
Alena tried her best to ignore her lover, not needing the rest of the world to know about her secret passenger, but every subtle motion Lynn made as she got cozy between the thick walls of fat sent her heart fluttering, drawing her eyes down to her chest to attempt to get a glimpse through the sweater's fibers. Note to self: buy lower cut tops.
After a quick jaunt, Alena made it to the nearest coffee shop, waiting her turn until it was time to order. “I'd like a tall pumpkin spice latte and a caramel macchiato with one drop vanilla, two drops hazel, whole milk, topped with whip cream, extra hot, extra foam, and extra caramel drizzle in a tiny scale venti cup.” The lack of protest from inside Alena's sweater meant she finally got her partner's order memorized. “That's for Alena. A-L-E-N-A.”
While Alena waited for her order, she glanced down at her chest and panicked at the bright blue rectangle visible through the fabric. Lynn was scrolling on her phone, unaware it made her presence visible to the outside world. Alena shuffled to steer clear of any wandering eyes and tilted her chin down.
“Hey, turn your phone off. I can see you on it,” Alena said with a hushed rasp.
A slight “eep” squeaked out from her bra and the blue light disappeared. Lynn didn't find her means of transport embarrassing on her own behalf, and gave little concern to a stranger catching them, but she wasn't about to risk losing her cleavage privilege over playing on her phone.
Once her order was ready, Alena grabbed the two cups, carefully pinching the smaller one between her fingers, and carried them to an empty table. Sitting down, after checking for potential onlookers, she retrieved her girlfriend from her bra and placed her by the tiny scaled table situated atop the larger one
“What'd you pull me out here for? It's cold.” Lynn nabbed her drink from her girlfriend’s gigantic hand and slurped on the steamy beverage. The heat from the drink paled in comparison to Alena’s toasty chest.
“Lynn, I love you, but I do not trust you to drink coffee riding inside my top.”
“One spill! You won't let me live down one spill.” Lynn sat down in a huff. “The stain came out, not that it was large enough to notice in the first place.”
“Two. You bumped into that jogger, and don't pretend otherwise.” Alena laughed at her partner rolling her eyes. She took a sip of her drink, the festive spice delighting her senses. “So, what's the plan for today? We going back to the dorm after this, or do you want to go out somewhere?”
Lynn rested her hand in her palm and eyed her lover up and down, fantasies of spending the day with her playing out in her head until she landed on the perfect idea. “Let's go dancing! Make up for last night. I,” Lynn lowered her gaze towards her drink, a faint blush painting her cheeks. “I wanted to watch you dance without me weighing you down. I never got the chance yesterday.”
“That's a great idea. Let's see …” Alena pulled out her phone and did some quick googling. “There's a club a few blocks over. Opens in an hour. We could chill at the park until then.”
“Sounds like a plan.” The couple chatted aimlessly while enjoying their drinks, the bell on the door chiming with each customer’s entry providing the soundtrack to their lazy day out. A keyboard clacked behind Alena, and bass-boosted beats leaked out of one man’s earbuds, but the rest of the coffee shop melted into ambient sound as the two women focused on one another. Once they were finished, Alena dropped Lynn’s cup into hers and wrapped her fingers around the smaller woman, depositing her in her sweater once more. She didn’t think to check the room that time; if anybody saw her wedge an enthusiastic tiny between her boobs, they didn’t pay it any mind.
Alena threw out their trash on the way out, returning to the chilly sidewalk in the heart of downtown. On the walk to the metropark, Lynn wiggled to the rhythm of her bouncing carriage, hopped up on caffeine and sugar.
In time, they made it to the park, Alena stepping onto the concrete walking path meant for bigs. Grey skies drew out the autumn hues of the trees, leaves falling in the wind in an ephemeral dance. Despite the cold, the park found itself populated by collegiate men and women working out, couples strolling through the carmine and ochre scenery, and friends hanging out and shooting the shit.
Off the path, a skateboarder grinded along the lip of a concrete pool with another teaching his little brother how to ollie off to the side. Thoughts of Heather came to Alena’s mind, as well as the last words she shouted at her the night prior. With one hand in her pocket, Alena thumbed her phone, wanting to call her best friend and apologize. But then she remembered how the tall skater girl treated her girlfriend. Heather didn’t mean to hurt her, Alena was certain of that, but she feared the possibility Lynn wouldn’t forgive her, or that Heather would be too stubborn to apologize in the first place. If the love of her life and her best friend since childhood never made up, Alena didn’t know how to proceed, torn between the two most important women in her world.
While Alena stared hopelessly at her chest, a group of young guys passed her by on the path. One of the guys, tall with a rich head of hair, glanced back at her. Noticing this, the others surrounding him nudged and egged him on to go talk to her. After enough convincing, he nodded, steeled himself, and trotted back towards Alena, stepping to her side and waving to get her attention.
“Hi there. I’m Leslie. I don’t normally do this, but me and my friends are heading to the movies, and I wanted to know if you’d be interested in tagging along.”
Alena looked up at the smiling man, his pearl white teeth glistening behind his soft lips. He had a strong physique, but a gentle presence. He wore a handsome face, and his clothes were tidy and chic. He was the kind of guy a straight woman would melt over.
“Huh?” Alena glanced around the park. Nobody else stood by them. She pointed at herself. “Are you talking to me?”
“Of course. Who else would I be talking to?”
The white of Alena’s eyes filled her lenses. “Are you asking me out?”
Leslie nodded. Alena’s chest swelled, reminding her of her passenger and all the wonderful compliments the tiny ever forced upon her.
“Sorry, but I'm taken.” Alena pulled down the collar of her sweater, flashing her tits and the woman sitting between them. Lynn stared wide eyed at the blushing boy, she as shocked as he was at her girlfriend’s audacity.
Leslie turned his gaze and bowed his head. “I'm so sorry to bother you. Hope you … both … have a nice day.” He fled like the wind back to his friends, the group hollering and shoving each other in celebration of the greatest rejection they've ever seen.
As soon as the group of guys were out of earshot, Alena retreated to a nearby bench, her cheeks and ears burning as she fished Lynn out into the cool autumn air.
“Was that okay? I don't know what came over me.” Her eyes darted side to side, like she just committed a crime.
“Was that okay? Babe, that was sexy as fuck!” Standing in the open palm, Lynn shot her arms out wide, flabbergasted by her girlfriend’s sudden display of confidence. “What made you think to do that?”
Alena caught her breath, fanning herself with her free hand. “I don't know. I didn't expect a random guy to ask me out. He seemed so handsome and nice, and I wanted to show you off, and I didn't consider what that entailed, and next thing I know I was showing a stranger my boobs, and, Oh God, was that okay? He's not going to call the police on me, is he?”
“Alena, you just made that man's whole life. If he ever runs into you again, he'll be on his knees thanking you.” Lynn collapsed into Alena's palm, her lover’s boldness making her weak in the knees. She mimicked her girlfriend, fanning off her blushing face. “Hoo boy. Feel free to show more of that side of yourself.”
Alena laughed, Lynn calming her heart and swelling her chest further. “You want more guys asking me out?”
“Yes! I want to make every loser in the world envy the hell outta me by showing them I’ve already taken this most gorgeous woman for myself.” The tiny’s toothy grin lit Alena on fire, the pair meeting each other’s enamored gaze. “We’re the greatest power couple this side of the universe. It’s about time you own that.”
Without warning, Lynn’s foundations tilted, losing her balance. A pair of plush pillows caught her and pinned her to the giant woman’s palm. Alena brought her in for a kiss, smothering the little lady with love, sandwiching her between the soft skin of her lips and that of her hand. Lynn’s reciprocation, kissing that thick, pillowy wall, struck with more intensity than could fit inside the tiny’s knockout figure.
The two sat there a while, Alena unwilling to pull away and Lynn seeing no reason to. The leaves fell around them, and the blanket of clouds remained still as time took a break for the passionate couple.
******
The sun began its descent beyond the horizon when Alena and Lynn arrived at Mix & Twist, a dance club not far from campus. Few people occupied the club so early, mostly employees and a few other eager dancers. The interior was awash in various shades of blue, crystalline features hanging from the ceilings and accenting the furniture amplifying the dance floor's cerulean iridescence.
Alena walked past the bar holding Lynn in her hand. She took her out of her sweater before arriving, not wanting to smuggle the tiny in past the bouncer. Running atop the length of the full size countertops sat a miniature bar hosted by its own tiny bartender. Orange paths in the floor lit up to denote the tiny walkways, contrasting vibrantly with the club's aquamarine aesthetic.
Past the bar, the tiny walkways ended at a series of elevators. These elevators led to a fly grid that hung suspended over the dance floor. The grid deck consisted of several glass squares, each barricaded by short gates that withdrew into angled posts jutting from each corner.
Alena dropped Lynn off at the elevators and stepped onto an empty patch of the dance floor. Lynn rode up to the grid deck, peered through the glass floors as she walked along it, and stopped at the one above Alena's position. Pressing a button on one of the posts, Lynn watched the gates surrounding the square she stood on close. The square shook as the hydraulics activated, and the tiny began her descent towards the dance floor, the square lowering itself on thin rods suspended from the corner posts.
On the dance floor, an orange square lit up before Alena's feet, signaling to her to step back as Lynn slowly lowered to her level. The square reached to below Alena's chest and stopped, serving as a platform for Lynn and Alena to safely dance together. The closed, waist high gates prevented Lynn from falling over the edge while still giving her a tremendous view of her towering girlfriend.
As clubgoers of both sizes trickled in, the DJ set the track, starting the night off with an electric tempo. Alena gently rolled her shoulders, easing herself into the rhythm. Lynn went full force, shimmying to the beat as soon as it dropped. The sudden intensity of her dancing threw Alena off balance, the larger woman caught up in the smaller's passion, but she quickly recovered and rose to the tiny's level.
Unfettered from holding her partner, Alena put her whole focus towards dancing. Each step, every swing of the arms, the hypnotic swaying of her hips, every motion taken by Alena carried with it an intense display of power and grace. Her movements appeared calculated, designed to steal the tiny's attention and pull her into the giantess’ rhythm. Lynn's own pace slowed, mesmerized by her lover's performance. Despite her unsuitable attire, Alena danced freely and confidently, unhindered in bringing the aquamarine room to a boil. Those who stepped up to the floor after her steered clear of Alena, knowing full well her dancing outshone the entire club.
Lynn slowed to a halt staring up at Alena, stopping herself and leaning over the railing to watch her girlfriend jive. Not a single movement escaped her eye, the tiny exhilarated by Alena tearing up the dance floor. Eventually, Alena noticed her partner wasn't moving and froze, bending over to speak to her at eye level. “Is something wrong?”
“Far from it,” Lynn said, shouting over the music. “You're incredible, babe. I can't look away.”
Alena shifted her gaze, failing to hide the flattered smirk forming at her lips. “Well, I can’t dance alone. People keep shooting glances at me.”
“That's because they're entranced too. They recognize you as queen of the dance floor and look to you for inspiration.” Lynn stepped back from the railing, returning to the center of the suspended glass square. “Not even I can compete. I'm simply sharing in your splendor.”
“Sorry, the music is loud. I must've misheard you.” Alena leaned in closer. “What did you say?”
Lynn rolled her eyes. “You heard me. I said you're a better dancer than me.”
“I'm better than …” Alena stood straight, placing a hand to her chest, her heart beating louder than the music as she processed those words. “You really mean that?”
“Of course I do. I don't say things unless I mean them. Now, you want to stand there and talk all night, or do you want to get back to impressing me?” Lynn met her lover's smile and led her back into the rhythm.
As Alena got back into her groove, Lynn tried her best to keep up, putting on a show for anyone with the eye to spot the tiny enshrouded in her giant girlfriend's radiance. The two danced the night away, a wide grin never leaving either of their faces.
******
“What the hell is all this?” Upon returning to her dorm room, Alena found her bed covered in rose petals. Two boxes sat on top of the romantic spread: the larger featuring the name, “Victoria's Secret” scrawled along it, and the much smaller box bearing the Beanstalk Co. logo.
“Presents!” Lynn jumped giddily in Alena's palm, rushing to the smaller box as soon as her girlfriend set her down on the bed.
“This must be Naila’s doing.” Alena picked up the box clearly meant for her and examined the outside, afraid to find out what laid dormant within. She started to pry the lid off when Lynn interrupted her.
“No! Go change in the bathroom. It should be a surprise.” Lynn eyed her box. It was the size of a mattress to her and held untold goodies inside, though judging by Alena's box, Lynn expected sexy bedroom attire awaited her.
“Oh, now you want me to change in another room.” Alena bent forward and poked Lynn’'s shoulder, knocking her over onto a rose petal. “I thought you were desperate to see me naked.”
“I am, but I've never seen you in lingerie before. The tease will make the payoff even more betterer.” Lynn bounded with excitement, grabbing a blanket of a petal and biting it in horny anticipation.
“Alright. Alright. Don't get too excited. I'll see you again in five.” Alena carried her box into her dorm's shared bathroom, glad to see it unoccupied as she entered.
With her girlfriend out of sight, Lynn tore the lid off her box and snorted as she got her first whiff of the contents. The set of tiny lingerie was made entirely of candy. Licorice straps attached to two hollowed out gumdrop cups. The panties were fruit leather embroidered with cotton candy and topped with a chocolate drizzle. Giggling to herself, Lynn disrobed, tossed her real clothing aside, and slipped into the sickly sweet undergarments. The edible bra fit snugger than she expected, though she was dying to see it torn off either way.
After a lifetime of waiting, Lynn perked up at the sound of the bathroom door creaking open. Alena stepped out in a lace, crotchless teddy, the thin strings of fabric accentuating her thick curves more than covering them. The lingerie hugged her wide hips and round belly, indenting the flesh of her crotch and abdomen as it rode high up her waist. The flimsy excuse of a bodice covered her nipples, but left most of the areola exposed.
“Well? Do I look as uncomfortable as I … Oh my God!” Alena interrupted herself, doubling over and chortling at her girlfriend’s new digs. Lynn stood there with her mouth agape. She couldn't hear Alena's laughter over the thumping of her heart. “Are you wearing candy underwear? That's a thing? Oh my God, that's hilarious.”
Lynn picked her jaw up off the floor and struck a pose. “Look what other women need to match my sweetness. Be careful. With me wearing this, you might get more than cavities.”
Alena covered her mouth, trying to fight back her uproarious laughter. Any embarrassment over her own body vanished at seeing Lynn dressed like a gingerbread woman. For her part, Lynn owned the absurdity of it all, delighted by Alena's mirth. Rarely was Lynn the butt end of a joke, and rarer still did she enjoy playing the fool, but she couldn't help herself by joining in on her partner’s merriment. Her lover looking sexier than Aphrodite helped a ton.
Alena crouched down beside the bed to get a closer look. She kept her glasses on to see her tiny girlfriend clearly, a detail that always amused Lynn whenever they stripped themselves of all other clothing. Alena looked transcendent in such skimpy attire, but her circular wire frames reminded Lynn of how adorable the woman was underneath the staggering sex appeal.
“You’re asking me to be careful?” Alena licked her lips, her mouth looming just above the tiny woman. “You already looked good enough to eat, but with that getup on you’re downright irresistible.” Alena climbed onto her bed, tossing the empty Beanstalk box off the ledge, and leaned in towards her lover.
“Oh? You think you’re woman enough to strip this off me? I’d love to see you try.” The mere thought of Alena trying and succeeding got Lynn’s fruit-flavored panties extra sticky.
Requiring no further goading, Alena mashed her lips into Lynn, pinning the tiny to the rose covered bedspread. One lick was all it took to clear off the chocolate drizzle and melt the cotton candy embroidery. Two licks was all it took to send Lynn squirming beneath the loving pressure of Alena’s tongue. By the third lick, one of the licorice straps snapped free from a gumdrop cup, prompting Alena to hone in on Lynn’s chest.
Scooping the tiny in her hand, Alena sucked on the gumdrop bra, her upper lip smothering Lynn’s face while the lower massaged her tummy. The tip of the massive tongue sneaked its way into Lynn’s cleavage, haphazardly tearing her bra off as she got a taste for her sugar coated titties. Lynn squealed and moaned as Alena ripped the gumdrops off her chest, chewing up her lingerie with an open mouth to show off the power of her jaw. The gummy garment crumbled to bits between Alena’s ivory pillars, pulverized like the bite-size snack it was before meeting its fate at the bottom of her throat.
“They sure didn’t build those to last,” Alena teased, getting an eyeful of Lynn’s topless figure. The tiny heaved and stared past those luscious lips, yearning to crawl inside her lover’s mouth herself. Alena pulled Lynn closer in, sucking her bare chest this time. Lynn kicked and flailed against the indomitable wall, her body unable to withstand Alena’s overwhelming embrace despite her more than willing spirit. Alena went for another lick, from Lynn’s thighs to her chest, and remembered the pair of fruit panties still clung to her crotch.
Alena stuffed Lynn into her mouth from the waist down, the kicking legs accomplishing nothing but fueling the giantess’ lust. She clamped her lips around Lynn’s flat abs and steadily dragged her out, sliding the panties off her crotch, down her slender legs, and onto her waiting tongue where they served their final purpose as a giant’s treat.
Lynn now laid naked in Alena’s hand, face red, breathing heavy, and pussy dripping wet. Alena gave her another lick, this time stroking the little lady’s sensitive spots directly with her tongue, lapping up her arousal and covering her in a fine layer of spit. Alena zeroed in on her clit and played with the puny bean, sending Lynn bucking against the fingers she leaned on. The tiny was at Alena’s complete mercy, a fact that never ceased to satisfy the giant woman. Lynn’s immeasurable pride made it all the sweeter, the tiny unable to resist the allure of succumbing to her partner’s whims each night they spent together.
With Lynn positively leaking, Alena wrapped her lips around her waist once more, attacking her taint with her tongue as she snuck around to the tiny’s delectable peach. She pushed Lynn further in until her bust pressed against the giant woman’s upper lip, her erect nipples providing a tantalizing texture to the tiny treat. Alena sucked on her little lollipop until Lynn's resistance broke down completely, climaxing halfway inside the giant mouth. After lapping her lover's crotch clean, Alena pulled Lynn from her mouth and dangled her before her flushed face.
“Need to catch your breath? Any requests on where you'd like to rest up?” Alena cupped her breasts together, thinking she had her partner figured out.
“Sandwich me in your thighs,” Lynn spat out between gasps of air. “Do it, you big nerd.”
Alena raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Switching it up, are we? Very well.” The giant woman stretched out and laid sideways on her bed, lifting one leg into the air so she could place Lynn on the other. Lynn collapsed on the mountainous thigh and eagerly awaited for Alena to press her legs back together. The giantess did just that, lowering her other thigh until Lynn was pinned between them. Despite how gentle her lover was, Lynn still had her breath knocked out of her lungs from the weight of the leg resting on top of her. But the body heat exuding from the thick fat soothed Lynn's weariness like a steamy hot spring, helped by the incense wafting from Alena’s nearby snatch.
“Are you ready to come out yet?” Alena asked after a few minutes. As good as it felt to squeeze Lynn's bangin’ body between her thighs, Alena needed tending to as well.
“Never. But for you, I'll make an exception.”
Alena sat up and spread her legs, dropping Lynn onto the mattress between the towering walls of thighs. As squirrelly as she was horny, Lynn scampered up to Alena's crotch and scaled the slit using the flowering labia as hand and footholds, reaching under the clitoral hood in record time.
With the pearl in her hands, Lynn rubbed it tenderly, relishing the subtle spasms running through Alena's muscles. The little lady gradually applied more pressure until she was full on massaging the love bean and Alena's bucking became much more noticeable. Then, she pressed her lips into it, suckling the hanging fruit like Eve in the garden, licking and worshiping her girlfriend’s pleasure center with her entire being.
Absorbed in pleasure, Alena reached down to her crotch and planted her fingers on Lynn's back, stroking the tiny as she devoted herself to servicing the clit. The larger woman stroked her lover, drawing guttural purrs from the tiny, Lynn vibrating to her girlfriend’s hair raising touch which only intensified the effect she had on the love bud.
Alena couldn't take the foreplay any longer; she needed Lynn inside her. She jammed her fingers into the tiny's back and forced Lynn into her vagina. Lynn's tits scraped across the roof of Alena's wet canal, stimulating both women. Ejaculate covered the walls, swamping Lynn within the hot, viscous fluid. With cum smeared across her face, Lynn kissed her lover's erogenous zone, helped by the lumbering fingers rubbing her into it. Alena's moaning reverberated throughout her body, electrifying Lynn like the world's largest vibrator. Already weakened from the mouth play, Lynn climaxed inside Alena's erupting pussy, her girlfriend following shortly after.
Alena took her time to recuperate, lavishing in the ecstatic heights Lynn brought her to. Eventually, she retrieved her girlfriend from the cum-drenched cave and held her in her hand as she laid flat on the bed. Lying together, the couple stared deep into each other's eyes, grateful they wouldn't have to spend another night apart.
“No matter what happens, I will always stand by your side.” Between every few words, Lynn kissed the soft skin of Alena's palm. “I don't care what anyone thinks of us. I love you, Alena, and nothing will ever change that.”
“I love you too, Lynn.” Alena caressed the girl in her hand with her other fingers, tears welling in the larger woman's eyes. “I know my mom. She won't let me off the hook. But I'm done hiding from her. I don't care if she disowned me, I won't let her take you from me. You're too important to me.” Alena pulled Lynn closer, nuzzling her against her cheek. Lynn embraced her partner with her whole body, cuddling with her on their bed of roses.