Honk-honk!
Heather looked down at the car stopped beside her high heel. It idled in the lane as the driver waited for the giant heiress to move her feet. “Sorry.” She stepped sideways over the car, lifting her stiletto for the tiny to drive under, and then did the same for with her other foot. Heather hadn’t gotten used to walking through the tiny district or the fact her feet took up most of the road in front of Javi’s house.
Her dress’ short skirt, cutting off at her thighs, evidenced this. Heather noticed all the tinies staring up at her on her walk to her boyfriend’s house but assumed they weren’t used to someone as tall as her strolling through the miniature neighborhood. Seeing the buildings, the houses that barely cleared her shins and the high rises that stopped below her hips, was surreal. Living among tiny people was one thing, but walking through the diorama they called home made Heather feel truly gigantic. The five inches her heels added to her already staggering height didn't help matters.
The heiress stood in the street in front of her boyfriend’s home, waiting for him to get ready. Underneath her luxury coat, Heather’s black dress wrapped tightly around her toned physique, displaying not only her status, but well-maintained figure as well. She had to look her best on her boyfriend’s birthday.
“Oh, Heather, you look absolutely beautiful!” Javi’s mother came rushing out the door with her son following behind. The tiny basketball star tugged at his shirt cuffs, his suit and pants nowhere near as pricey as his date’s digs but highlighted his style nonetheless.
“Damn,” Javi muttered under his breath, giving his date's towering physique a once over and drinking her all in.
Heather crouched down, checking behind her to make sure she didn't knock her butt into the house across the street, and waved to the two tinies. “Thank you. I hope you don't mind me taking your son for the evening.”
“Please, dear. I am so happy for you both. Go have yourselves a wonderful evening together. Oh!” Mrs. Delgado’s eyes widened as she remembered something crucial. She rushed back towards the house, barreling past her son. “I left my phone inside. Hold on! You can't leave until I get a picture!”
“Make it quick, Mom. It's cold out here.” Javi stuffed his hands into his pockets and strutted towards his waiting girlfriend. Heather lowered her open palm to the ground, allowing Javi to step on. Her fingernails were painted black, the same dark shade as half her hair, and adorned with fancy silver decals. Javi looked up at his date. “What are you smiling about?”
“Nothing. Your mom's adorable is all.” Heather saw Javi's dad through the living room window. He sat stoically in a rocking chair with his face buried in a newspaper.
A minute later, Mrs. Delgado came rushing back out, holding up her phone and pointing it at them. Heather lifted Javi closer to her face and gave the peace sign with her other hand. The tiny smiled, pulled a hand out of his pocket, and waved to the camera. After the flash went off, Mrs. Delgado checked the picture.
“Perfect. Ooh, this one's going on the mantle.” The heavyset woman did a little dance where she stood, and Heather struggled not to coo over her.
“Can we go now, Mom?”
“Yes, yes. Have fun! Party hard! But stay safe!” Mrs. Delgado and Heather waved each other off, and the heiress stood back up, looming over the rest of the miniature suburbs. The booming clacks of her high heels echoed across several blocks as she carried her boyfriend off, underground shock absorbers preventing the tiny residents from feeling the tremors each step caused.
With a wide grin on her face, Mrs. Delgado stepped back into her home, sitting down in a recliner beside her husband.
“She sure is loud,” Mr. Delgado said without looking up from his paper.
“Oh, hush you.” Mrs. Delgado slapped her husband's knee before returning to her phone. She sent the picture to her husband, her parents, her siblings, members of her extended family, her in-laws, her best friends, her work friends, her pool friends, her bowling team, her book club, her friends from the American Legion, and her friends from the VFW. “You aren't fooling me. I know you like her too.”
“Hmph.”
Deep into November, night had already overtaken the sky despite how early into the evening it was. And though warmer winters kept it from snowing this time of year, the above freezing temperatures were still uncomfortable for those producing significantly less body heat.
Javi sat down in his girlfriend’s hand and basked in the warmth radiating from her skin. The ride was rockier than he was used to on account of Heather’s focus lying on her feet. She froze and went on high alert any time a car entered her vision, but the drivers didn't appear fazed by the giant woman walking through their streets, stopping and waiting for her to pass as they approached. She stepped around them whenever she got near, avoiding them like puddles dotting her path. “Why don't they build real sidewalks in this place?”
“Not enough room. I guess they could build overpasses, but would you want a concrete sky always hanging over your head?” Javi lurched forward, Heather stopping short at an intersection as a car sped through it. “You should visit with Jackie sometime, watch what she does. She strolls through the neighborhood as easily as she walks through campus.”
“Does she come by often?” Heather could see the gates leading out of the tiny district rising up in the distance and the real buildings that lied beyond. Freedom was but a few yards away.
“She likes to hang out at Pierce’s on the weekends, and she usually drops in a few times during the week. The neighbors all love her. The old lady who lives next to Pierce is always baking her treats.” Javi checked his phone. A message from Pierce asked if he noticed the new skyscraper they installed in the neighborhood. Attached was a picture of Heather taken from Pierce’s backyard a few blocks over. Javi replied with a middle finger emoji.
“Would there be enough room for the both of us?” Heather left the suburbs and waltzed through a maze of high rises. Hearing the giantess approach, a few tinies gathered along the rooftops and balconies to catch a glimpse, stationed at an opportune height at or just below her thighs.
“If it ain’t a busy day, the guards should let you both in.” Javi tried ignoring the lechers gawking at his girlfriend. She didn’t notice them, too focused on avoiding the cars along the road. “We don’t get that many visitors around here.”
After an excruciating trek, Heather reached the gates bordering the tiny and big districts. She passed through them, nodding to the guards stationed there, and stepped out into the world of giants, the normal world in her eyes. No more foot tall houses or matchbox cars littered around her feet. Heather’s gait evened out on the empty sidewalk, the tiny path clearly marked and located along the far, building facing edge. At her height, she still towered over most other pedestrians, but she didn't have to worry about them falling victim to her stilettos.
Heather breathed a sigh of relief. “Hope you’re ready for the night of your life.” With a newfound hop in her step, Heather carried her boyfriend through the shadows of ten story tall buildings on the way to her pad.
******
Ping!
“You’re so wrong! Chimps aren't monkeys. They don't have tails.” Heather stepped out of the elevator into her penthouse, walking through the living room to reach the door to the dining room.
“What about Diddy Kong? He's got a tail.” Javi lounged in his girlfriend’s palm, his relaxed demeanor matching the intensity of their argument.
“Diddy Kong is a fictional character! He wears a hat and rides on a wooden jetpack. Actual chimps do not have tails and thus are not monkeys.” Heather entered the dining hall underneath the suite's second floor and lowered her palm onto the long oak table, allowing Javi to step off and sit down at the tiny table prepared for him.
“So, I'm supposed to believe that chimps aren't monkeys, but baboons and orangutans are?” The lighting was dimmed to emanate a romantic ambiance. A candelabra further down the table provided the room a warm glow, but the dining hall remained bright enough for Heather to see Javi’s diminutive features clearly, the heiress not wanting to obscure his reactions in the dark.
“Yes, because they have tails. Or, no, orangutans don't have tails. They're apes. Gah! Quit confusing me!” Heather took off her jacket and draped it over her chair before sitting down. The thin straps on her dress covered very little of her broad shoulders, and her captivating figure was the only distraction Javi had from how cute she looked when flustered.
“Okay, okay. I got it now. Chimps, baboons, and orangutans are apes. Gorillas, capuchins, and lemurs are monkeys.”
“No!” Heather buried her face in her hands, ready to yank all her hair out. Javi couldn't hold his laughter in any longer. “Goddamit! Screw the romantic evening I had planned for us. We're watching nature documentaries after dinner.”
“No, please. I'll be good from now on. Promise. Please, don't make me watch Jane Goodall on my birthday.” The played up tension vacated the room as the couple laughed at each other. “What do you have planned for tonight?”
“You'll see. I spared no expense in making this evening extra special for you.”
A cold shiver ran down Javi's back. That was exactly what he feared she'd do. Javi hadn't touched the clothes Heather bought him since the first of the month, sealing them in a protective bag and preserving them for if he chanced upon a moment worth wearing them for.
Before Javi spiraled too far, Julius entered from the kitchen with a silver platter in one hand and a bottle of red wine in the other. Sweat formed at Javi's temple as he wondered what endangered delicacy waited for him under the sterling dome.
“Good evening, monsieur and mademoiselle, and happy birthday to you, good sir. For tonight's meal, I selected a 1932 Cabernet Sauvignon from Bordeaux for the special occasion.” Julius poured the wine into Heather's glass and then handed her the bottle at her instruction. She wanted to pour her lover's drink, using a wide mouthed funnel left for her on the table to drip a couple red drops into his miniature glass. She set the bottle down off to the side, proud of herself for not spilling any. All the rehearsing paid off.
“Now, the main course.” Julius pulled the lid off the silver tray in his hand, revealing two differently scaled plates. “For the gentleman, a murine stew served over rice with collard greens and hash on the side, all prepared specially for you by Lady Suzuran herself.” Javi’s eyes bulged as the butler placed the puny plate before him. Seeing the familiar food laid out transported Javi into his own home, the sweet, gamey aroma bringing halcyon memories to the forefront of his mind.
“You made this?” A thick, chunky broth seeped into a bed of white rice, each grain resembling a noodle in length and girth to the tiny. Collard greens and fried taters, each diced to an extreme fineness, framed the dish and colored the plate in pleasant green and yellowed hues, complimenting the brown of the stew. “You made tiny food all by yourself?”
“I hired a tiny chef to tutor me and suffer through all my failed attempts, but yeah, the final product is all my doing.” The open mouth smile her boyfriend wore sent Heather’s heart fluttering. “I’m pretty sure I burned through NYC's entire rat population practicing though.”
“Heather, that's incredible! You know how hard it is for bigs to cook tiny food?” Javi gripped his fork tightly, waiting impatiently for his partner to be served before digging in.
Heather blushed. “It’s just stew. Pretty simple, right?”
“For the lady, our chefs recreated the same dish using the recipe you provided.” Julius served Heather her plate, identical to Javi's but with portion sizes befitting the larger woman's stature. “Enjoy,” he said, bowing out to give the couple their privacy.
Unable to wait any longer, Javi took his first bite of the stew and rice, Heather watching him with bated breath. He chewed, swallowed, and didn't say a word. He stared at his plate, his expression betraying no emotion, and took another bite. He chewed, swallowed, and silently took another bite. And another. And another. Before long, he was shoveling stew down his little gullet.
“Well? How is it?” Heather sat completely still, her back rigid and heart pumping against her ribcage.
“Gwab geeh iah ababaming!” Javi tried talking with his mouth full, hoping to avoid spending a single second with it empty. The stew warmed him up greater than a hug. The broth soaked rice melted on his tongue, and the spices danced along his taste buds. Nostalgia poured a double dosage of dopamine into his brain, Javi reminiscing on his childhood while exploring the newfound wonders present in the dish. It wasn't as good as he remembered; it surpassed the very memory, overwriting it in his head. He finally put his fork down and took a swig of wine. “This is amazing! This is the hwagab gwe woaoko …” He could only keep his fork down for so long. “Gah! This is perfect. It's tastes exactly like how Mom makes it. How did you duuhga bwah gwab …”
“You really like it? Pierce gave me the recipe, and I made sure to follow it to a T.”
Javi gasped for air and took another swig of wine. “This is the best stew I've ever had. You're a natural.” Despite just starting, Javi nearly cleared his plate, stuffing himself with the equally tasty sides between bites of the stew. “Is there enough for seconds?”
“Yeah, I made a whole pot. Well, it's more like a thimble if you ask me, but there's plenty more.” Heather met her boyfriend up on cloud nine, his enthusiasm overwhelming in its infectiousness. The heiress worked herself to the bone to get it right and couldn't get over the results. The best he's ever had? He can't actually mean that. But he ate with too much gusto for his words to mean any less. He's just saying what I want to hear. He has to be. Her self-doubt waged war with the happiness welling within her, Javi's earnest reactions laying siege to her cynicism.
It must be the recipe, she convinced herself. Heather scooped up stew and rice into her fork and brought it to her mouth. She grimaced the moment the meat touched her tongue. It was oily and gamey, and to her refined palate, tasted distinctly of ass. She put her fork down and covered her mouth, trying to choke it down without gagging. Even after it disappeared beyond her throat, the aftertaste stung her tongue and gums. Javi, having finished his portion, watched her reaction with amusement.
“What do you think?”
“It's, it's uh, … interesting?” Heather's fork wobbled in her hand as she tried to scoop up a second bite. The smell of rat meat wafted up her nostrils, forcing her to cringe and put that thought to rest. “Okay, no. I'm sorry. This is disgusting.”
“Let me try some,” Javi requested. Heather cut off a sliver of meat off the already small chunks and poked it with her fork, holding it over her boyfriend’s puny plate. Javi grabbed it and bit off a small mouthful, holding the rest in his hand like a drumstick. “Not bad. It's over-seasoned, but that's true of most big food. I'm sure your chefs tried their best, but it's definitely not as good as what you made.”
Javi’s praise pierced her heart, traveled up her esophagus, and cleaned the rancid taste out of her mouth. Heather shot up and skipped to the door leading into the kitchen, peeking her head inside. “Jules! He wants seconds!” Grinning from ear to ear, she returned to her seat and ate her collard greens and hash, the sides better suiting her tastes. Shortly thereafter, the butler returned with a new plate in his hand, replacing Javi's empty one with a fresh heaping of food.
The couple didn't talk much after that, Heather taking small bites as she watched her man scarf down her cooking. Julius took note of how long it took the tiny to finish his first plate and brought out another one just as he finished his second. Midway through the third plate, Heather finally spoke up again.
“Okay, if you can pry yourself from your dinner for one sec, I did get you a little something.” Heather dug through her purse and pulled out a wrapped package with a bow on top, it no bigger than a box of animal crackers. She placed it gently on the table and giggled as he finally tore himself away from his food.
“Holy shit, that's huge!”
“No, it's not. You're just small.” Heather waited as Javi stared at it in awe. He got up, walked over to the imposing package, and touched it, trying to guess what could be inside. Though his girlfriend carried it around in her purse, it was far too heavy for him to lift. He was sure of that.
“Heather, you didn't have to-”
“I know, but I wanted to. Go on. Open it.”
Reluctantly, Javi heeded his girlfriend and tore off the wrapping paper. The box's contents were depicted on the side, bemusing the tiny as he looked it over. “You got me a treadmill?”
“It hooks up to the display board on mine, so we can run together. It can sync our speeds and compare our distances relative to our sizes.” The present was as much for him as it was for her. Not only would it allow her to share with him a crucial part of her morning routine, but with where the treadmill hooked onto in front of her, she'd be treated to a tantalizing view as she ran.
“So, we can race?” Javi's eyes lit up as he looked up at his girlfriend. Gripping the large package, he looked like a kid on Christmas morning.
Heather chuckled. “I guess? Are you sure your ego can handle me stomping you?”
Javi returned her grin. “I wouldn't be so haughty. I am taller than you after all.”
“Excuse me?” Heather sat back and scoffed. “How do you figure that?”
“Think about it.” Javi held his hand flat directly below his breast. “Lynn stands about here next to me. Jackie on the other hand,” Javi lifted his hand halfway up his breast, “stands about here next to you. We can agree that, proportionally speaking, those two are the same height. Ergo, I'm taller than you.”
Heather’s cheeks flushed red, fantasizing what Javi would look like at her size. She only dated a couple guys who approached her height and never anyone taller, and while she developed an affinity towards shorties, there was a novel appeal to the idea of her boyfriend towering over her. Especially one like Javi, so eager to slave over her.
“Fine, but a few ‘inches’ doesn't make you a faster runner. We'll set this up tomorrow, and then you are so on.”
Javi smiled and pointed defiantly at his girlfriend before returning to his table to clear off his third plate of stew. And like clockwork, Julius returned with a new plate in hand. Only this time, it was not fourths he carried, but a birthday cake the size of a six-stud Lego brick. The words, “Happy Birthday Javi!” were etched along the top in gold frosting, contrasting nicely against the rest of the cake’s purple coating, and nineteen candles dotted the dessert in an orderly manner surrounding the message.
“Let me guess. This cake is made from only the finest cocoa beans freshly sourced from Peru.” While Javi teased his lady, Julius lit up every candle on the cake with a single click of a lighter.
“Don’t be ridiculous. They’re imported from the Ivory Coast.” Javi gave her a look she was becoming all too familiar with: the furrowed brow that read, I can’t tell if you’re joking or not. “I’m kidding! We don’t make the cake batter here. We get that from Switzerland.”
Not joking. Got it.
“Don’t fret over the small stuff. Just blow out your candles and make a wish!”
“You’re not going to sing for me?”
“Absolutely not. Trust me, you do not want to hear me try.” Javi sat there, a sly smile adorning his face. “I’m warning you. I’m atrocious. I mean it.” He leaned on his forearm, his gaze unbreaking. “Seriously. I was barred from singing at all school musicals. We’re talking grade school through high school. Do you know how bad you have to be for that to happen? It’s my family’s greatest shame.” Wax dripped off the candles onto the cake, Javi unwavering. “Ugh! Fine! But you better not break up with me over this.”
Heather closed her eyes and took a deep breath, burying the traumatic memories of her youth. “HaPpY biRtHDay tO yOu …” She belted out the lyrics like a dying seal, each word more off-tone than the last. Javi’s ear drums ruptured at the sound. He had to hold his mouth shut to keep from laughing. Heather didn’t dare look at him as she sang, fearing the dreadful reaction he must have worn. Julius stood there stoically, brunting the force of his lady’s wailing like a hardened veteran.
“… haPPY bIrthDAy To yOU.” After she finished, Javi gave her a standing ovation, clapping and whistling. Heather balled her hands into fists and pounded them against the table, getting some catharsis from knocking her boyfriend off his feet. “Shut up and blow out your stupid candles!”
Javi got up and did as told, blowing out the lot in one big breath. Behind the slight cloud of smoke, Javi grinned up at his girlfriend. “Want to know what I wished for?” Still pouting, she raised an eyebrow. “An encore.”
“Fuck. Off. The fact you told me means it won’t come true, idiot.”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself. Nobody sings that song well, especially compared to that performance.” Javi felt the daggers at his throat and eased off the gas. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll quit teasing you. Thanks for stepping out of your comfort zone like that.”
While Javi tried talking his girlfriend off the ledge, Julius plucked the minuscule candles off the cake and began carving it up with the tip of his knife. He served Javi a hefty corner piece and placed on Heather’s plate an equally paltry slice.
“Hold on, you gotta eat more than that.” The cake on Heather’s plate was a tad bit larger than a crumb, just enough to stab with a prong on her fork and not split clean down the middle.
“I’m not going to hog your cake. It’s fine.” Heather raised her fork to her mouth and scraped the crumb off onto her tongue, it melting the moment it hit saliva. “Mmm. Yummy!”
“Please. Eat the rest. I can’t have all that sugar anyhow.” Javi bit into his slice, the genuine Swiss chocolate melting in his mouth and coating it in pure bliss. He was instantly transported to a log cabin in the Alps, sipping hot cocoa poured by a yodeling angel. On second thought, Javi realized he could squeeze the rest of the cake into his diet. Just do a few more push-ups or something.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m begging you. Remove this temptation from me posthaste.” With his stomach filled of rat stew, Javi paced himself on dessert, savoring the sweetness for as long as it lasted.
“Alright. If you insist.” Heather scooped the rest of the cake into her fork and plopped it into her mouth. It didn’t take long to chew, the whole cake almost as big as a fun size candy bar, but she got a much better taste of the sweetly bitter Swiss chocolate. “Damn, that is good.”
“You can say that again.” Javi patted his stomach, another plate cleared. Heather was about to ask him if he was ready to retire to the bedroom, but her lover interrupted her train of thought. “There wouldn’t happen to be any more of that stew though, would there?”
With a grinning sigh, Heather looked to her butler. “Jules?”
“I’ll bring it right out.”
******
After Javi cleared through Heather's supply of rat stew, the heiress carried him up to her bedroom and tossed him playfully onto the California king mattress. Like the dining hall, the lights were dimmed to set the mood while still allowing the heiress to get a detailed glimpse of her flailing lover on the bedspread.
Before her boyfriend got his bearings, Heather removed her heels and flopped onto the bed herself beside him. Javi flew into the air and upon landing, proceeded to roll down the newly formed incline into his girlfriend’s hip.
“Care to climb?” Heather asked. Lying on her stomach, the woman's rear end, tightly clad in her black dress, rose into the sky like a steep hill. She shifted her hips from side to side, wiggling her butt as if needing to incentivize her lover any further.
Wasting no time, Javi kicked off his shoes and gripped onto the fabric of her skirt, using the slight folds in it as footholds to scale the pert mountain. Heather rested her head on her forearms and purred, relishing the gentle touch of the man climbing her backside. With a little sweat and a lotta love, Javi made it over the bend of his girlfriend’s curvy behind and sprawled out on the pleasantly firm pillow. They each could have spent the night frozen in that moment, basking in the other's presence, but Heather wanted this to be a birthday to remember, and her dress was getting in the way of that.
“Unzip my dress for me while you're back there,” she commanded. Javi turned and looked out toward the far reaches of Heather’s back. The zipper's pull tab lied a great distance away, a truly considerable trek for the two and a half inch tall man.
“You couldn't have put me any closer to it?”
And miss out on you hiking across me? “Nope. Take your time. I'm in no hurry.”
Javi stood up and stretched, loosening himself up for his post-meal workout. Once ready, mentally and physically, he walked up her cheek and slid down the slope of her ass, landing at the small of her back. The trek was mostly smooth from there, Javi traversing the grooves of his girlfriend’s musculature buried beneath her thin dress.
Heather closed her eyes and breathed slowly, focusing on her lover. Every meager footstep sent ripples through her skin. The lengths he had to go to cross her warmed her heart and loins.
Javi strolled leisurely along her spine, the subtle rise and fall of her steady breathing in no way hindering his progress. It was faint, but he felt her pulse beating through his socked feet as he reached the point behind her chest where her dress cut off. Javi spit in each hand, rubbed them together, and grabbed the pull tab, lifting the elongated piece of metal and heaving it back towards the direction he came from. He noticed the hole in the tab was heart shaped and wondered if Heather picked that out specifically for this moment.
Javi unzipped the dress with relative ease, the luxury craftsmanship providing little resistance as the tiny trekked back across the woman’s expansive back. As he walked, Javi took in the scenery surrounding them. The bedroom’s glass walls were set to see-through, allowing the city’s nighttime skyline to frame the intimate setting in its luminous tapestry of obstruction lights, vacant offices, and occupied apartments. The noise from the small metallic teeth separating filled the tiny’s ears, the audible tearing forming an ambient accompaniment to his hike.
Eventually, Javi reached the base of the zipper just north of Heather’s derriere and collapsed, sitting up against the gentle slope. While nothing too intense for the tiny athlete, traveling across Heather's back while tugging a decently heavy load made for a good workout. Javi couldn't wait to get out his suit, but he wouldn't be given the chance just yet.
Aw, over already? Heather gave her man no time to rest, rising on her bed like a lifting drawbridge and sending her boyfriend barreling down the curvature of her ass onto the mattress below. She stepped off the mattress, her knees straddling the fallen Javi as she passed over him. Standing beside the bed, her imposing figure loomed over the tiny, her partner unable to look away as she slipped out of her dress.
First, she lowered the bodice, revealing the strapless bra wrapped around her modest chest and showing off her defined abdomen. Then she stepped out of the dress, displaying every inch of her never-ending legs. Tracing them with his eyes took Javi almost as much time as it did to walk across her. In nothing but her bra and panties, Heather turned around, giving her boyfriend a brief glimpse of her tight ass poking out from behind the thin black lace, and crouched up against the bed. Her broad shoulders rose over him like a mountain range, her bra's strap at eye level for the tiny.
“Think you're strong enough to tear the velcro off?” she asked, peeking at him from over her shoulder. He was on his hands and knees, like the mere sight of her stole his sense of balance.
Upon hearing his lover’s taunt, Javi stood up and stretched his arms, saving the mental pictures he just took for the next time he was alone and needed a pick-me-up. “Please. You shoulda wore one with hooks if you wanted to challenge me.”
Javi cracked his knuckles and grabbed onto the square edge of the protruding strap. His biceps bulged as he pulled at it, the velcro putting up a fair fight as he tore it apart. The distinct tearing noise rattled the bones in his arms and rasped against his ears. Heather had never heard it so prolonged before, catching her boyfriend’s efforts behind her through the corner of her eye. She figured a tiny would struggle more performing what to her was a simple act, but seeing how much effort he exerted for her got her heart pumping faster. And to be fair, a fair share of exes fumbled with getting her underwear off, and they didn't have the size difference as an excuse.
Javi placed one foot on Heather's back for leverage and yanked the velcro apart, the strap hurling him backwards as it separated. Heather caught her bra in her arm and dropped it onto the floor, turning around to check on her lover.
“Very good.” Heather smiled, touching the upper corner of her lip with the tip of her tongue as she watched her boyfriend catch his breath. Javi leaned back and took in the view before him, his girlfriend’s bare chest overtaking his horizon. “To reward all your hard work, allow me to return the favor.”
Heather pinched her puny man between both thumbs and forefingers, lifting him a slight bit off the bedspread. She started with his jacket, pinching the lapel to slide it off his arm and repeating with the other side, tossing the garment flippantly somewhere off the side of the bed, Javi's jacket lost beyond the cliffside's perilous drop.
Then, Heather wedged the tip of her fingernail into Javi's collar, swiping it downward to unbutton his shirt in one fell swoop, like cutting open a sealed envelope. She got his shirt off much the same way as his jacket, pulling the sleeves off each arm with practiced precision. Unbeknownst to Javi, there was a two-inch-tall doll in the drawer of Heather’s nightstand she had bought to train herself on handling tinies better. It may have served another purpose at times when her boyfriend was unavailable, but that would remain her little secret so long as no one got close enough to smell it.
Heather snuck her thumb underneath Javi's undershirt, brushing his chiseled abs against its tip as she pulled the white tank top off over his head. Then, she flicked open his belt buckle with her fingernails and guided the sliver of leather out from loops, tossing it in the same direction as the rest of his discarded clothes.
Then came the hard part, in more ways than one. The tiny's pants zipper tab was shorter than a millimeter and hid behind a slim fabric cover. Heather had to pin the minuscule thing between her nails and gently pull it down. And though she was gentle with the zipper itself, she showed no remorse pressing her thumb roughly into her partner's junk. The grunts he eked out made it tougher for her to concentrate, but it also made the process all the more fun.
Once Javi's fly was down, Heather wasted no time in pulling his slacks off, happy to see the semi rising beneath her man's boxers. She threw the pants out of sight and proceeded to pluck each sock off one foot after the other, letting them join their discarded brethren. And then only one garment remained. One final barrier between the giant heiress and her prize.
Heather lifted her lover higher into the air, dangling him by the arms so that his crotch hung there unimpeded. She brought the tip of her index finger around to his butt, groping him with it before placing her thumb over his member on the opposite side. After giving him a good squeeze, eliciting another delightful grunt, she lowered her fingers down the length of his thighs, his boxers held tightly in her merciless grip. She took her time caressing his toned legs, taking a brief respite and another squeeze upon reaching his calves, and them finally flung his boxers off with the rest of his wardrobe.
Looking at the little guy hanging there, Heather bit her lower lip and ate him up with her eyes. Javi did the same to the giant woman holding him, at least with how much of her actually fit within his gaze. Neither of their eyes left the other as Heather crawled onto her bed, carrying Javi further towards the head of the mattress.
Then all of sudden, Heather’s ginormous face shrunk into the distance, Javi falling through the air after his girlfriend let him go. This time he landed flat on his back, and before he knew it, Heather was pinning him down with her thumb pressed on his chest.
“So, how shall we begin?” Heather asked, grinning down at him from the heavens.
“What are you in the mood for?”
“Anything your little heart desires.”
“I'm down for whatever you-” The air flew out of Javi’s lungs. The weight on his chest increased tenfold.
“Don't give me that bullshit. Today is your special day, so we're doing whatever you want. End of discussion.” Heather lifted her thumb enough for Javi to resume breathing. “So, what’s the plan, big guy? Fess up. You’re not leaving this room unsatisfied. I won’t let you.” She watched her man intently, noting how he looked away from her, how he chewed on the inside of his cheek. Heather lowered her face until she blocked all else from his view and spoke in a soft whisper. “Out with it. I can tell you already have an idea in mind.” Javi shot Heather a quick glance, but stayed silent. “You can tell me. I'm not going to judge.”
“I'm sure every guy you've ever been with has asked you for this,” Javi finally spoke up, the pressure from his girlfriend’s gaze weighing heavier than that from her thumb.
Heather raised an eyebrow. “Now I'm really intrigued. Come on, tell me. Pleeeeeease?”
Javi tried looking away again, but he couldn't resist those pleading eyes. Eventually, he succumbed to the giant woman's demands. “Can you give me a blowjob?”
Heather's face rose back into the sky. She sat up and lifted her thumb off the tiny's chest. “That’s it? That's what had you so worried?”
“Tell me I'm wrong.” Javi frowned, regretting that he brought the idea up. “Tell me you aren't sick of guys asking for that.”
“Okay, sure. That is a popular request.” Heather lowered her head again, planting her elbow beside Javi and resting her head on her arm. “And yeah, it is annoying when a guy who won't go down on me expects me to blow them.” Heather cringed as she recalled the spoiled brats throwing tantrums over how “emasculating” cunnilingus was. Looking back at Javi, she shook the horrid image from her head. “But don't think for a second you’re anything like those losers. If you, the you who is not only willing to eat my ass but crawl inside and sleep in it, want a blowjob for your birthday, then I am happy to oblige.”
Before Javi could consider protesting, Heather bent forward and kissed his face and chest, reminding him how soft her lips were in preparation for what was to come. She held her head a half foot above him and moved her tongue around in her closed mouth, the tiny left wondering what his girlfriend was up to. She reached down and planted her hands onto her boyfriend’s limbs, pinning his ankles under her thumbs and his wrists under her forefingers, spreading him out in an X-shape.
A minute passed, and Heather finally opened her mouth, causing an outpouring of spit to cascade onto her lover’s crotch. Javi was drenched from the waist down, and before he knew it, Heather locked her lips around his comparatively diminutive dick and started sucking. Javi lurched upward, caught in his lover’s vermilion tractor beam. But her fingers kept him pinned to the bed, her incredible suction second only to the strength of her body.
Heather’s plush lips pounded Javi's crotch, tempering his shaft into steel. The young man's heavy moaning added a vocal backing to the smacking of the giantess’ lips and the slurping of her tongue. She used the tip of that tongue to lather Javi's whole cock, fondling his balls before servicing the underside of the shaft, then rolling overtop the rod's taut flesh, nuzzling it against her frenulum and looping back around to cradle the balls with her taste buds. All the while, she sucked the hell out of her little man's little manhood, sending him bucking as far as his girlfriend’s finger bondage allowed.
Javi's mind went numb, overtaken by otherworldly pleasure. The sensual overload blurred his vision, and all he heard were his giant lover's smacking lips. Heather never let up, she didn't give him a chance to breathe, and she refused to slow to a gentler pace. That was his punishment for hesitating with her, and his reward for being so overly thoughtful.
In no time flat, Javi's eyes rolled back, his muscles tensed, and he shot hot ropes into his girlfriend’s cavernous maw. Heather finally let go of her snack of a man, releasing him both from her lips and fingers, and sat up, her towering figure rising far above him. She sucked on his seed for a moment, savoring the meager puddle her tiny lover produced, and then swallowed it all down in a single gulp.
“Mmmmm. Now, aren't you glad you asked for such a ‘basic’ request?” Heather lied down on her side overlooking her puny boyfriend, forming a living wall of woman to his immediate left. Javi didn't answer; he was panting too hard to form words, and his brain was still reeling too much for intelligent thought. Heather smirked and rested a finger on his torso, gently caressing his chest and abdomen while he recovered.
Her warm touch triggered another wave of ecstasy within the tiny, but the soothing motions of her finger calmed his body down. His breathing steadied, his muscles loosened up, but his erection remained standing. It refused to falter in the wake of Heather’s heavenly presence.
“I'm glad to see you’re eager for more,” Heather teased, brushing her finger against his cock as she rubbed his abs. “I'm leaving you in charge for the rest of the night. Do whatever you want with me, and don't hesitate to ask me for anything in return.”
“Can you squeeze me between your boobs?” Javi asked as soon as could form the sentence.
Heather's brows raised as stifled a laugh. “Seriously?” She looked down at her chest, the slight mounds hiding little beneath them, and cupped one of her boobs in her free hand. “I'm sure you've been smothered by bigger tits than these.”
Javi sat up and shrugged. “I guess. But each of yours is still bigger than all of me, so what's it matter?”
With a wide grin, Heather sat up once more, kneeling before her tiny man and straddling him with her thighs. She stopped caressing him and scooped him up, lifting the little guy to her chest. Eager and forceful, she flattened Javi against her sternum, holding him in place with her middle finger while she maneuvered her hand over her tit. Grabbing its twin with her other, she squeezed them together hard, sandwiching her lover in what little fat her athletic build offered.
Despite the disparaging remarks from partners past, Heather’s breasts were big enough to swallow her date whole, burying him in her supple flesh. She felt his boner prodding her skin as she mashed her tits together, grinding him into paste with her love. She went for as long as she could before her tits started hurting, and then released her puny partner from her grip, catching him as he fell out of her cleavage.
“Sorry, that's all I got in me,” Heather said with a huff.
“Don't be. That was incredible.” Javi's body was all red, his skin hot to the touch. His manhood still stood tall between his legs.
Heather fell back onto her bed and laid down, resting her head on her barricade of goose-down pillows. She lowered Javi onto the shallow valley of her cleavage and rubbed his back with her finger. The couple stared at each other for a minute, Javi letting Heather's warm breaths wash over him as she rubbed him along the spine. He in turn rubbed his teeny hands into her chest, massaging what little of her he could fit in his grasp.
Heather melted at her lover's touch. Physically speaking, the massage did little to sooth her sore chest, but the affection motivating those measly fingers shot straight into her heart. Javi felt the powerful pulse beneath him, it beating through his body in harmony with his own. He rose and fell in rhythm to his partner's breathing, the gust of air blowing his hair back signaling each descent.
After a long, blissful while, Heather stopped rubbing her partner and tucked her hands behind her head, her bent elbows pointing outward. As relaxed as she may have appeared, a queen enjoying her humble servant's devotion, the position she assumed served an intended purpose.
Javi froze on her chest, eliciting a smirk from his lover as he tried and failed to hide where his attention lied. With her arms raised, Heather’s pits were on full display. While she fully intended on leaving Javi in charge of the night's itinerary, she knew his weaknesses and wasn't above exploiting them for his benefit.
“Don't just sit there,” Heather cooed. “Go on. Have fun. I know you want to.” Javi's head swiveled between the two pits, paralyzed by the choices laid out before him. Every groove, every tuft of stubble, every bead of sweat weighed heavy on his mind, for partaking in one pit denied him the splendor offered by the other. Such was the way of this cruel, cruel world. Not even the birthday boy could have his cake and eat it too. “Oh my God, can you just pick already? They're the fucking same, dude.”
“That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard.” The right arm was Heather’s dominant, and thus saw more action than the other. But as a result, Javi had long been neglecting the left pit which had its own unique qualities worth exploring. But the right pit's draw was too strong; why go to one's second favorite restaurant when one's favorite is open for dining? But perhaps the left pit had new quirks to discover, possibly putting in on par with its sister on the right. But the right is the right, and if the right is right, then the only logical conclusion is that the left is wrong.
“Ugh! Either make a decision, or I'm putting my arms back down.”
Reluctantly, Javi darted towards Heather's right, abandoning the left pit once again. A regrettable decision, but one he knew to be true to his heart. He ran along his girlfriend’s clavicle, his tiny footsteps tickling the area around her collarbone, and leapt off her right breast onto the mattress below. The object of his desire stood before him, a splendid wall of oft tucked away flesh, a hidden treasure trove brought to light only for special occasions.
Led by his starving tongue, Javi approached the underarm and embraced it with his entire body, plastering himself against the velvety soft skin. Shaved stubs of hair, too short for anyone but a tiny to notice, greeted him, gently poking him across the length of his figure. Javi reciprocated its warm welcome with a kiss, a soft peck on the sensitive surface and a sampling taste of what was to come. As silly as it all was, Heather found her boyfriend’s obsession with her underarm strangely adorable.
Unable to maintain decorum any longer, Javi got down and dirty, licking the armpit in great strides. All of Heather’s day could be tasted in the pit, from walking, to cooking, to her prowess in the bedroom; the sharp taste of a hard day’s work brined his tongue, its flavor even more savory than usual.
“Are you not wearing deodorant?” Javi asked, prying his tongue off her for the briefest moment possible.
“Whoops. Did I forget to put that on?” Heather glanced down at her boyfriend as he peeked up at her, catching the burning fire in his eyes before he got back to task. With her partner’s tongue pampering her sweaty pit, the heiress closed her eyes and breathed a content sigh. Time slowed to a crawl and the world around her disappeared as she basked in her lover’s worship. She had half a mind to lower her arm around him and never let go, but she recognized such extreme measures were unnecessary. He would remain at her side and on her person for as long as she required and then some.
Standing tall and true, Javi’s dick pressed up against Heather’s armpit, cradled by his abs as he flung his whole self forward. Licking turned to kissing, and once the cravings took control, kissing turned to gnawing on the wall of salty flesh. He felt Heather’s arm flex as she winced, but the purring he heard from over the shoulder gave him the go ahead. Heather hadn’t expected him to get so forceful, but she did not disapprove. Between the nibbling, the kissing, and the licking, she was enamored by how much sway that itty-bitty mouth held over her.
While keeping her right arm raised, Heather slipped the other down her torso and into her panties, fiddling her bean while Javi played in her pit. Through his partner’s underarm, Javi felt her shift her body to play with herself, and the gentle bucking of her hips sent faint tremors through the mattress, strong enough for the tiny to feel at his feet. He couldn’t believe the thought crossed his mind, but suddenly Heather’s armpit wasn’t enough for him.
Javi grabbed hold of the clammy surface and scaled it, returning from whence he came atop Heather’s chest. The heiress stopped touching herself as she watched her boyfriend sprint down the valley along her sternum.
“Wait, where are you off to?” Concern, surprise, and disappointment all mingled together in her tone, though any misgivings at losing her source of worship vanished upon feeling her little lover run across her body again. Javi darted across her toned abs, the floor beneath him rising with Heather’s breathing, and hopped over her navel. Going against her carnal yearning, Heather pulled her hand out of her underwear to make room for her boyfriend, the pitter-patter of his feet on her abdomen edging her closer to release.
Once he reached his girlfriend’s waist, Javi dropped down and army crawled under the black lace canopy, dragging himself over Heather's waxed pubic mound. Heather clutched her bed spread, resisting the urge to shove Javi further down herself. He knew what he was doing, and his finer touch was worth the wait.
Arriving at the vulva proper, Javi reached under the hood and got a hold of Heather’s clit, hanging off it to reposition himself so he could walk upright through the quivering gates. The moan he received from swinging on her love bud made for a good opening salvo for what was to cum. Javi sidled between the outer lips, dousing himself in pre-cum as he passed through the labia into the love canal.
The tunnel was dark, and his footing was slick, but Javi remembered the path well enough to navigate around the pulsing muscles and quivering tissue. Even with the walls tightening around their invited guest, the tiny had plenty of room to crawl through, using his hands to feel out the familiar fleshy landmarks. About three inches deep, he found ol’ faithful exactly where he left her and planted a kiss on the sweet spot.
Immediately, Javi's world spun around him as Heather bucked her hips. The tiny grabbed hold of the supple flesh surrounding him, struggling to keep his grip with the ejaculate lubricating both him and the vaginal walls. Heather’s bucking sent Javi a couple inches deeper into her, and once she calmed down, the tiny scrambled back towards the G-spot, a tough act when every move he made inside her got her writhing again. The increasing femcum didn't help him either, aside from motivating him to see this task through. As much as he enjoyed worshiping her from the outside, getting his giant girlfriend off all on his own was a point of pride for the two and a half inch tall man. That was the only other birthday present he could ask for.
Exerting a considerable effort, Javi returned to Heather's G-spot and massaged her erogenous zone. Each squeeze of the sodden tissue sent her hips shaking, forcing Javi to grip tightly to stay in place, which only intensified Heather's bucking, leading to an ascending cycle of increasing ecstasy culminating in a rhapsodic climax.
Heather sang a far more pleasing note than earlier that evening as she came all over the man inside her. With his duty performed and his pride intact, Javi let go and allowed the flow of fluids to sweep him up, seeping him out into the stained lace panties. It took a minute for the pair to catch their breath, but once Heather had, she slipped her hand into her underwear to fish her boyfriend out.
However, patting her crotch reaped no results, save for the cum now sticking to her fingers. She reached in further, her hand traveling down her taint in search of her lover, but it was not her fingers that found him.
“Ah!” Heather gasped as she felt a tiny tongue circle the rim of her bumhole. While she was recovering, Javi had snuck around her crotch, sliding down the panties’ gusset to arrive at his ultimate destination. After receiving a blowjob, a tit squeeze, and a chance to worship her armpits, there was no way the tiny was leaving his partner’s kink unattended. The vaginal sex was but the opening act. This was where the real show began.
Heather scooted forward and lifted her bent legs into the air, moving her hand over her taint to reach her man waiting at her back entrance. Javi licked the circumference of her puckered rim until he felt her fingers pressing into his backside. Slick with Heather’s naturally produced lubricant, Javi slipped headfirst into the anus, pushed in there by his eager girlfriend.
Javi got waist deep into Heather's butt before stopping, her rectum a short breath away. Despite her obvious hunger, Heather held him there with her finger, mashing his unsubmerged cock into her partially open pecker and flattening it under her unyielding force. Javi banged his fists against the rubbery walls, trying and failing to escape his lover’s vice grip. The stifling air drained his strength, and Heather’s iron hold destroyed his composure. He wanted to last as long as he could inside her butt, but the power she held over him, which she enacted with reckless abandon, proved too much for the tiny man to bear.
With a firm squeeze, Heather milked her man dry, aiming his shot along her taint and mixing his fluids with those seeping from her vulva. Feeling him go limp halfway up her ass brought her to her second orgasm, her moaning resonating throughout her body, traveling all the way down to rattle Javi’s chamber.
Amid the euphoria, Heather fished Javi out of her anus, giving him the chance to breath fresh air. At least, fresher than where he had been, Heather’s underwear tainted with her aromatic arousal. She got him to actually fresh air soon enough, pulling him out of her panties to look her boyfriend over.
His erection had finally been defeated, Javi panting with his whole chest as he recovered. Before she could ask, he shot her a thumbs up to let her know she hadn't taken things too far. Really, a birthday with no bruises wouldn't be much of a celebration.
Heather smiled, went in for a kiss, and then smelled him. Remembering where she had just stuffed him, Heather leaned over to the side of the bed and opened up her nightstand drawer, grabbing a wet wipe out of it to wash her boyfriend off. This particular brand of anti-bacterial wipe was designed with mixed-size couples in mind, forgoing any harsh chemicals that may irritate the smaller species while their partner wiped off all varieties of messes.
The wet wipe's cool touch soothed Javi's weary self, Heather swaddling him in the soft, antibacterial blanket as she wiped her stink and fluids off him. Once her toy was clean enough, Heather lied back on her pillow and dropped him off on her lips. She kissed him lazily, the little guy reciprocating with his own little pecks on her upper lip. He couldn't move any other muscles in his body, and Heather didn't care to move any of hers either. The two laid there in the barely lit room, kissing each other and nothing more.
Happy Birthday, Heather thought, unable to say it out loud lest her boyfriend fall into her mouth.
“Thank you,” Javi responded as if he could read her mind. “Tonight was more than I could ever wish for. You're too good to me.” The beautiful bastard stayed on her lips, knowing it prevented her from protesting. “But I have to ask: was that a doll of me in your nightstand?” He rolled over onto Heather’s blushing cheek and waited for an answer, the selfish jerk grinning like an idiot.
“N-no. I was just using it for practice.” Heather turned her eyes the opposite direction. Javi could feel the hot blood rushing into her face beneath him.
“Practicing what?” he asked, stifling a chortle. “Should I be jealous of this guy?”
“You should be grateful of him.” Heather smirked, moving Javi along her scrunched cheek. “I treat him way rougher than I do you.”
“Oh, so I should be jealous. Shit. I can't believe I found out you're cheating on me on my birthday.” Javi lounged on his lover's face, too tired to roll back onto her lips. “With a fucking mannequin of all people.”
“What do you expect me to do when you're at basketball practice or hiding away in Pierce's mom's basement?” Heather rested her index finger on Javi's abdomen and petted him, enamored by the bumps and grooves of his mini muscles. “This penthouse gets awful lonely when you're not around.”
“I guess I should thank you for not keeping me locked me in your drawers. Sounds like the poor chap never gets to see the sunlight, even when he is let out.”
“Mmmmm, careful now. You’re giving me ideas.” Heather flicked Javi’s side, rolling him back onto her lips where, after a long and lazy make out session, he’d wind up falling asleep on.