Twin Sizes by TerryLarka

 Entering English 101 before the start of class, Alena strolled to her usual spot in the back of the room and waved to Jackie seated next to her. Today, the larger twin wore a disposable face mask over her mouth and nose.

“Hey, Jackie. Not feeling well?” Alena asked.

“I caught a cold over the weekend.” Jackie coughed softly as if to emphasize her point. “I've mostly recovered, but I don't want to spread it to anyone else. Pierce on the other hand …” She gestured towards her empty desk, her tiny boyfriend nowhere to be seen. “... he got it worse than me, so he decided not to come in today.”

“Uh-huh.” Alena took a closer look at her friend's mask, specifically at the strange lump formed at the front. Jackie's cheeks kept shifting while making kissy faces, her eyes pointed downward toward where her true focus lay. Unless the twin was acting upon a fever induced fantasy, Alena suspected Pierce wasn't exactly taking a sick day. “So, since your boyfriend stayed home to rest, you want to tell me who's really hiding under that mask?”

Jackie’s eyes went wide, her lips stuck pouting. She glanced at Alena, back towards her mouth, and sighed. “Fine. You got me.” Jackie tugged open her mask and tilted her head, revealing Pierce lying on the blue fabric like a vertical hammock.

“Hi, Alena,” he said, waving. He was fully clothed, but his shirt was stained with his girlfriend’s chapstick. His cheeks were ruby red, either from illness or from Jackie's warm, stuffy breath trapped within the mask.

“We're both sick, so we figured we'd take advantage of the situation.” Jackie released her hold on her mask, sealing Pierce to her lips once more.

“I can't decide if that's sweet or disgusting,” Alena said, chuckling.

Jackie rolled her eyes. “He's been in my stomach. He can handle a little- a little- ah- ACHOO!” Jackie's head reeled back and lunged forward, a sneeze escaping her with the ferocity of a shotgun blast. “Oh no.” She felt all the snot stuffed in her nose flee from her nostrils, her mask catching every last drop. Pierce didn't make so much as a squeak; he didn't want to open his mouth.

Alena covered her own mouth, unsure if she was going to burst out laughing or gagging. Her seat neighbor shot out of her desk and flapped her hands about in a fit of mania.

“I, uh, I'm going to go the bathroom. Watch my stuff for me, okay?” Desperate to clean off her boyfriend, Jackie rushed out of the classroom, clutching her gunked up mask and muttering a flurry of apologies.

******

“I can’t believe he smashed through three tables! Did you see him bleeding? Do you think that was real blood?” Sam rode in Michelle’s open palm as the latter carried her partner back to campus. Underneath a starless night, neon lights and flickering lamp posts illuminated the urban sprawl. The young couple traversed the city sidewalks on the way towards campus, returning home from attending an indie wrestling match.

“I’m not sure. Those had to be breakaway tables, but I’ve heard wrestlers will actually cut themselves with razor blades to sell the illusion.” Late into November, both were bundled in thick coats and pants, Michelle keeping Sam close to her chest so they wouldn’t freeze out in the open.

“That’s wild! I never realized wrestling was so hardcore.” Sam sat cross legged near the base of Michelle’s index finger, looking up at their partner’s face past her rolling curves. Thick vapor clouds escaped from Michelle’s lips as she exhaled, the warm breaths condensing as they struck the outside air. Sam tried spotting shapes out of them like clouds on a sunny day.

“Me neither. Thanks for indulging me.” With her free hand, Michelle brushed her raven hair behind her ear. After giving up on Javi, Michelle decided to throw out all her preconceptions, to stop listening to the advice of strangers and expand her horizons by trying out whatever caught her eye. “I know it's not the most romantic date, but I never attended a wrestling match before and wondered what the hubbub was about.”

“No worries. I had a blast! I don't mind experimenting when it means spending time with you. Because even if it had sucked, we'd have just as much fun riffing on it.” Sam patted Michelle’s palm with their own and noticed how dry her skin had become. “Aren't you cold not wearing gloves?”

“A little, but I can feel you sitting there easier without ‘em.” Michelle blushed. “S-so I don't drop you. That’s what I meant.” Her partner snickered at her and then laid down across the padding at the base of her fingers, spreading their body out in hopes of providing their partner some cover from the elements. Michelle sighed at the sight of them, sending another cloud of vapor hurtling from her mouth. That one was kinda shaped like a rabbit. “Speaking of trying new things, I started a free trial of Paramount+, that streaming service. I thought I'd check out that Star Trek show you like.”

Sam shot right up, their reddened ears perked. “Ooh! Which one? The original series? TNG? DS9?”

“That Picard one, I think. Isn't that the one you mentioned before?”

“No, no, you want the Next Generation. ‘Picard’ is a follow-up to that they made way later. He's the captain from TNG, and …” Michelle slowed her gait, her cold hand wobbling as it tried to hold onto the tiny bouncing around on it. “Listen, you gotta let me watch with you. I can fill you in on all the lore, and trivia, cut content, and the behind-the-scenes details. I'm better than the wiki, I swear.”

“Got anywhere else you need to be tonight? We could put it on and chill back at my place.”

Sam rocketed onto their feet, stopping Michelle in her tracks as she tried to keep the tiny balanced on her palm. “Let's do it! Tonight, I'm all yours.”

Michelle smirked, and once Sam calmed down, continued walking. “That is precisely what I want to hear.”

******

Upon returning to her dorm room, Michelle kicked off her boots, set Sam down on her kitchen counter, and hung her jacket on a hook by the doorway.

“Make yourself comfy. I'm gonna change real quick,” Michelle said before retreating to her bedroom. Her dormitory was a separate, newer building from Alena and the twins’, and thus featured a more modern layout. Each dorm room consisted of a common area with a kitchen and living space, two walled off bedrooms providing each occupant some privacy, and a fully equipped bathroom they didn't have to share with another room.

Sam removed their coat and folded it, placing it neatly with their shoes by the edge of the countertop. While they waited, they surveyed the room around them. It was difficult to gauge how spacious a dorm meant for people several times their size was, but it seemed a tad cramped, especially for a woman of Michelle's physique. The tiny dorms were comparably capacious, likely because they all fit into a single building with plenty of room to spare.

“My roommate flew home for the week, so we'll have the place to ourselves.” Michelle waltzed out of her bedroom in an XXXL camisole and sweatpants, her midriff poking out between the thin fabric of her top and leggings. The way her body moved, the form fitting fabric accentuating each shift and jiggle, mesmerized the counterbound tiny. Sam craned their neck as their girlfriend approached, keeping their gaze locked onto her eyes to avoid gawking at the heavenly mountain they were situated on. “That being said, we can watch on my bed. Comfier for both of us, that way.”

Michelle lowered her hand onto the counter and watched her partner scamper onto her palm, their puny hands and feet tickling the giantess as they got hold of her. With practiced care, Michelle lifted Sam up towards her chest. Her hand ascended slowly enough, but all her stress forced it to wobble, leading Sam to remain on all fours to maintain their balance. It frustrated the woman to no end that after weeks of dating a tiny she still had so much trouble simply handling them.

“You don't need to try so hard,” Sam said, noting their girlfriend’s scrunched features amidst all the trembling. “We’re more resilient than we seem at first glance, and our bodies handle changes in altitude a lot better than yours can. Just relax. I promise not to throw up or fall off.”

Michelle took a deep breath and steadied herself, the tension leaving her body. “Sorry. It's hard to think about the world from your perspective.” She recalled an article she read online claiming that improper handling was the biggest deal breaker for most tinies. And though she was trying to step away from the trashy relationship advice infesting the internet, and she was pretty sure a big wrote that article anyway, actively ignoring ingrained ideas was almost as difficult as handling her partner correctly. “I know how rough I can get when I'm not concentrating, and I just worry about whipping you around without thinking.”

“I appreciate that.” Sam giggled into their hand. “But you don't have to hold me like an egg on a spoon either. Maybe you're overthinking this. You carried me all the way here without incident, and you didn’t appear to be stressing out then. I didn't even feel your cold hands shivering!”

“They weren't that cold, not while holding you.” Soothed by her partner’s reassurance, Michelle carried Sam to her bedroom, her hand steadier than it had ever been. “I guess you have a point. I'll try not to worry so much, see if that helps.”

“Hey, if you want to be a little careless with me, I won't complain,” Sam blurted out. Michelle froze in place having reached the foot of her bed and cocked her head.

“What's that supposed to mean?”

The tiny's face blared bright red, standing out against their snow white hair. “N-nothing. Just a dumb joke. Ha ha … ha.”

Michelle brushed it off and climbed onto her bed, lowering her hand to her for her date to step off onto. The random remarks followed by a flushed face had quickly become part of Sam's charm, much to the tiny's chagrin.

Sam got cozy on the expansive pillow, their thin figure leaving barely a dent on the white casing. Their girlfriend, on the other hand, shook the bed as she scooted forward, her heavy frame cratering the mattress where she sat. The mattress creaked and groaned under its occupant's weight, and Sam pondered whether they'd survive pinned between it and their lover. They'd gladly volunteer their body to explore such noble pursuits; in the name of science, of course.

“The Next Generation, you said?” Sitting on her bed, towering over her puny partner, Michelle scrolled through the streaming app on her phone in search of the show.

“That’s right. But don't start at season one!” Michelle glanced away from her phone, shooting Sam a strange look. “It's not a great starting point since it doesn't hold up as well as the rest of the series. I think other Trekkies are too hard on it, but I agree it might not leave the best first impression.”

“So, skip to season two?”

“Well, you see, one of the major characters, Dr. Beverly Crusher, her actor left because of a dispute with the head writer, so her character was replaced with another doctor played by Diana Muldaur, and she only appears in season two since McFaddon, that’s Dr. Crusher’s actor, returns in season three and resumes her role for the rest of the series.”

After not following any of that, Michelle decided to take a different approach. “In that case, let's start with your favorite episode.”

Sam shook their head. “No, we can't start there. That one has Picard living an alternate life, and you need to already have an understanding of his character to truly appreciate …”

“Enough!” The bed shook at the intensity of Michelle’s outburst. “Just pick one. I don't care which.” Do you really think I invited you into my bedroom to watch a sixty year old TV show?

After regaining their composure, Sam entered a deep, contemplative state, running through the lexicon of Star Trek episodes forever seared into their brain. “Season Three, Episode Four.”

“Finally.” Michelle scrolled through the app until she landed on the desired episode, dragging it into full screen as she laid down. She rested her head on the pillow beside her partner, the sudden impression sending Sam tumbling backwards into her chin. Stifling a laugh, Michelle lowered her phone in front of them, holding on its side against the pillow’s surface. “Was that so hard?”

Excruciating, Sam thought, recovering from their slip by leaning on their lover’s face. The tiny enbi took advantage of the situation to cozy up to their girlfriend, sitting back against the divot above Michelle’s chin and allowing her skin to swaddle them on either side.

Celestial bodies panning across a sea of stars reflected off of Sam’s eyes as they mouthed the words Picard said to kick off every episode. The phone screen made for a better viewing experience than the typical home theater setup, the 6.9-inch display larger than what most tinies could fit in their family rooms. Directly under a wide pair of nostrils, Sam felt every breath Michelle took while they watched her phone. Each exhale blew their hair one direction, and each inhale pulled it back the other. Sam lost themself in the rhythm, sci-fi jargon carried away by the pleasant breeze. They felt a yearning in their gut, instinct assuming control as Michelle's presence overtook their senses.

Suddenly, they were stranded. Michelle pulled her head back, severing the physical connection to her partner. Shivers ran up Sam's spine as if they had been tossed out into the cold, alone. They turned around, seeking answers, but were instead bombarded by vermilion ballistics. Michelle pursed her lips and kissed her lover, enveloping them in her embrace. A strong heat swelled within Sam's diminutive frame, and they reciprocated the act of affection, putting their whole body into expressing their carnal craving.

Counselor Troi's words of warning to Picard faded into white noise as Michelle let go of her phone. She rolled over, shaking the bed and eclipsing Sam's view of the ceiling above them. Her lips pressed her lover into the pillow, burying the tiny in a downy cavity. After the initial impact, Michelle pulled back and licked her lips, giving Sam the chance to yank off their sweater. But Michelle's captivating features remained suspended out of reach. Her eyes lowered, guiding Sam's gaze towards their lower half. Receiving the message, Sam slid out of their pants and took off their T-shirt, leaving them in naught but their underwear.

“That's better,” Michelle murmured, descending onto their date once more. Goosebumps formed around the giant woman's lips as they touched her partner’s delicate skin. She breathed in their aroma, a subtle coconut scent emanating from their body lotion. Unable to help herself, Michelle slipped her tongue past her lips and snuck a taste. The tiny's flavor, a perfect blend of savory and sweet, mingled on her taste buds. Her inner chef got to work devising all the meals they'd pair perfectly with. Michelle tried to push away the morbid images of devouring her lover, but a Sam topped creme brulee sounded positively scrumptious.

Sam buckled under the tender pressure of Michelle's tongue. Her taste buds prodded every millimeter of their puny figure, sampling the goods they had exposed. The woman's breath smelled of the nachos they ate together at the wrestling match. Not as romantic as coconut, but the intensity of their lover’s musk enthralled the tiny all the same.

After drowning her lover in spit and pounding them with more kisses, Michelle sat back up, inadvertently bringing Sam for the ride. She peeled the tiny off her lips and placed them gently on her pillow, giving them a premier view of their towering girlfriend. Michelle grabbed her camisole from the bottom and pulled it off over her head, her bountiful breasts dropping free from their restraints. She then rolled onto her side and hooked her thumbs into her waistband, sliding her sweatpants down her legs until not a shred of clothing remained to cover her many curves. Michelle hadn't been wearing underwear.

Utterly enchanted, Sam didn't register the tremors rippling through the mattress, nor whatever sounds were coming out of Michelle's phone. Their eyes were glued to their lover, traveling the long stretches of their body to appreciate every detail on display. Michelle sat there and stared back, once again waiting on her partner to catch her signal. Hesitation crept through the tiny enbi, but they knew this moment would come eventually. They stood up, shelved the shame once instilled in them, and removed their underwear, putting their full self out there for their girlfriend to see and judge. Sam lowered their gaze, fretting their partner’s reaction.

Without saying a word, Michelle propped her open palm at the tiny's feet, beckoning them to climb on. Sam raised their head and met the warm smile waiting for them. They cast aside any lingering doubts and stepped onto their girlfriend’s hand, riding it up to her supple lips. Michelle kissed their itty-bitty head, moved down along their chest, caressed their midriff, and reached their sweet parts. She brought her tongue out and lapped at their crotch, reducing her partner into a wobbling mess.

Sam collapsed on Michelle's palm, their skin tingling from their lover’s attention. Their breathing hastened, their chest pounding from excitement. Merciless, Michelle gave them no time to recoup, planting her lips into her hand and sandwiching Sam in her flesh. She tasted them properly this time with no unnecessary garnishes getting in the way. Sam writhed against the onslaught, bucking their hips in response to Michelle’s oppressive tongue. Fireworks shot off in their brain as they attempted to process the stimuli flooding it.

Eventually, Michelle let up, giving Sam the chance to fall back to Earth. “Are you ready?” she asked.

Sam heard the words but took a moment to process them. Once the fog cleared from their head, they nodded. They weren't sure what they were signing up for, but refusing the woman of their dreams was the furthest thought from their mind. Michelle lowered them onto the bedspread, placing them between her thighs. Each leg barricaded the tiny from the rest of the world, the supple walls guiding them towards the room's focal point and their heart's obsession.

Michelle got a grip on her extended belly and lifted it far enough to reveal the hairy FUPA tucked away between her fat thighs. Sam stared directly into their lover’s cyclopean slit until it dawned on them what was being asked of them. She wanted them to crawl inside her and light her loins on fire. A single butterfly fluttered in their gut, a fleeting concern they weren’t up to the task. Michelle was a lot of woman to handle. But they came too far to back down, and the opportunity to satisfy this giantess was well worth whatever risk may befall them.

Sam stepped under the awning formed by Michelle's tummy and approached the dripping cave. A pungent odor swallowed them whole as they penetrated the bush blocking their path. Wiry hairs tickled their delicate frame while they felt out the leaking lips with their puny hands. Sam pushed one arm through the hole, getting their fingers wet before diving in whole hog, and perked up at the living mountain quivering to their touch.

Up to their shoulder in pussy, Sam wedged their foot between Michelle’s lips, getting a hold at the bottom of her slit. The quivering intensified into full-on trembling, threatening to steal the tiny's balance. But Sam leaned forward and forced themselves through the gates, baptizing themself in the ejaculate seeping from the inner walls.

Unleashing a tremendous moan, Michelle collapsed onto her back, rattling her tiny partner as they wedged themself inside her. She rested her fingers against Sam's back, resisting the urge to shove them in, and reeled at those tiny limbs entering her sensitive spot. Sam trudged forward until all but one foot was within the love tunnel, their ankle caught on the flabby edge of the labia. A quick twist later and they were wholly inside their girlfriend, her pussy walls clutching them tighter than a bear hug.

Sam found the place surprisingly cramp, given how large the rest of their girlfriend was. The walls gave them little room to maneuver, the tiny forced to inch forward at a glacial pace as they fought against the pulsating tissue constricting them. Unearthly noises reverberated around them: squelching, rumbling, and a distant moaning. Each spurt and every undulation reminded Sam they were inside another person, fully consumed by a woman they dared to consider their peer. A sweltering heat permeating Michelle's body broiled Sam from within, the tiny amazed by the climate produced by their lover's internal temperature.

Amid the stifling heat, unearthly noises, and clenching contractions, Sam chanced upon an epiphany. If Michelle had spent all her years in high school obsessing over Javi to no avail, then she was likely still a virgin. That would explain how tight her cooch was. And how easy it was to make her moan. A sly smirk crept across Sam's cheek, driven by the pride at being Michelle’s first. It was up to them to leave a good first impression. And with that, they had all the motivation they needed to blow their girlfriend's top off.

Michelle heaved atop her creaking mattress, gasping for air while her lover traversed her depths. She felt their minuscule movements ripple through her loins and up her arching spine. With one hand, Michelle clutched her bedspread, and with the other, she fiddled with her clit, though she had difficulty retaining her grip on her bean with how effectively the tiny enbi ravaged her.

Like a prospector on the hunt for gold, Sam burrowed deep into the cramped love canal. They wouldn’t stop until they came upon the wall waiting for them at the end, the one which blocked all visitors from entering the womb. Weary muscles didn’t deter them. Nor did the gloppy femcum weighing their limbs down. When their every movement against their lover’s sensitive tissue made her squeal, Sam’s focus lied entirely in bringing the bucking woman to completion.

After a lengthy crawl, Sam finally hit the back with their exhausted entirety. They couldn’t get their lover’s taste out of their mouth, buried from head to toe in cum, but locking lips with Michelle’s cervix brought their weary body to equilibrium. The walls around them clenched tighter than ever before, squeezing so tight as to suffocate the tiny. But Sam’s eyes remained closed, their lips refusing to retreat. They had never been closer to another person, and they didn’t want to let go for the world.

Michelle screamed as she climaxed, her eyes rolling back as she caved to the pleasure. Her partner’s squirming sent her into sensory overload. Their minuscule lips, their flailing limbs, those puny hands clutching onto her constricting flesh, those measly toes sliding against the slickened floor. The tiny sent cascading waves of euphoria crashing through her, and she couldn’t bear to let go.

Inside, Sam sputtered and coughed as their girlfriend’s orgasm flooded their passageway. They pushed against the constricting walls to no avail. They were running out of room to breathe, cum weighing them down like cement, and the brutal conditions made their vision blurry. But fear never entered Sam’s thoughts. In this moment, there was no place they’d rather be. They had satisfied the woman of their dreams, and with that, they could rest easy.

As Michelle’s orgasm subsided, her pussy relaxed, giving Sam the space to collapse onto

their back and let the femcum wash over them. The two lied together, one inside the other, and basked in the afterglow. Sam was too tired to drag themself out, and Michelle was in too much bliss to move. A deep black encroached around the edges of Sam's sight, the tiny enbi fading in and out of consciousness until, drowning in their own satisfaction, they passed out.

******

Sam woke up to a jet engine roaring in their ears. The vibrations traveled through the soft surface they lied face down upon, rattling their body in an oddly soothing manner. They raised their head and took in their surroundings. Two round peaks rose high on either side of them, and alongside the deafening roar, a steady thumping pounded beneath them. A few of their yards away, two caves sat side by side, carved into a pointed mound and laying beyond a deep chasm. The chasm's vermilion edge shook with every roar, the entire ground shifting in response to the noise.

Sam found themself lying in the gorge between Michelle’s tits, the giant woman sleeping on her back. The tiny had never heard a big snore before and wondered how Michelle didn't wake herself up producing all that noise. Their bones trembled at its might, but they couldn't get over how content their lover looked as she slept. Sam smiled, amazed they found another way their partner overwhelmed them.

The last thing they remembered was going to town on Michelle's cervix and then blacking out shortly after. She must have dragged me out and laid me here. But how did she reach me so far in? Sam giggled, imagining Michelle on her bed shaking the unconscious tiny loose out of her cunt as if she were getting the last drops of ketchup out of the bottle.

Sam sat up and admired the surrounding topography. The both of them were still naked, though Sam wore a fine coating of Michelle's cum. It was apparent that she tried wiping them off, but flaky splotches dotted their skin, and their snow white hair stiffened from the dried fluids stuck to it.

Michelle continued snoring, unaware her partner was wide awake. A tingling sensation swelled within Sam at the thought. It would be effortless for them to climb up over her chin, crawl into her open mouth, and join all the spiders bigs supposedly swallowed in their sleep. Similar fantasies played out in their head, of the various ways Michelle’s unconscious body could entrap or endanger the tiny without so much as a thought. They leaned back against one of the tits and let a goofy grin sprawl across their cheeks as a pleasant warmth permeated their loins.

And then their whole world flipped on its head.

Adrift in a deep sleep, Michelle rolled onto her side. Sam went from leaning on Michelle's breast to lying on it, and watched the other eclipse the ceiling as it came barreling on top of them. The tiny thought to scream, but their body stopped them, the wide grin refusing to leave their face. With a startling smack, Michelle's tits collided, sealing her partner within her vast cleavage.

Sam couldn't move, weighed down by suffocating titflesh. The supple fat gave them barely enough room to breathe and not a modicum of space more. Their heartbeat quickened, outpacing the thumping reverberating through to their insides. Crying for help was pointless; their meager voice could never overpower that dreadful snoring. They were helpless, their girlfriend oblivious to the plight they inflicted upon their partner. Processing all this, Sam's mind came to the only logical conclusion: they were in paradise.

Their hips bucked as far as they could move enveloped in the immensity of Michelle’s chest. Their muscles clenched, and they lost control of their motor functions. In the darkness of night, all they could see was skintone. Their nostrils filled with Michelle’s natural musk, the sleeping woman sweaty from love making. They were trapped, body and mind, in Michelle’s inescapable grip, and no one, not even their lover, was coming to help them.

Sam came. Their genitals stained Michelle's skin with their ejaculate, returning the favor in some small part to the woman who nearly drowned them. Euphoria buzzed in Sam's brain, the afterglow ascending them past cloud nine all the way to heaven itself. But as they refracted, the high didn't die down. They were still trapped. Michelle was still snoring. There was a whole night left to get through, and Sam wasn't letting a single moment go to waste.

******

Michelle woke up to gentle morning rays illuminating her bedroom. Lying on her stomach, the heavyset woman yawned and slowly opened her eyes. Any grogginess she felt faded in an instant. Last night's sleep was so serene, she felt more rejuvenated than when she went to bed. And it was all thanks to …

Michelle sat straight up and scanned her bedspread. She remembered pulling Sam out of her vagina, wiping the copius amounts of cum off them, and laying them gently on her chest so they could sleep with her in comfort. But she forgot how much she rolled around in her sleep. She never considered it, having not once shared a bed with one so small. Oh God! Did I crush them?!

The tiny was nowhere to be seen. Michelle scanned the rest of her mattress, shifting her weight to check under her as well, but she came up with nothing. As panic took hold of her heart, she felt something moving above her midsection. A little, squirming thing.

Michelle lifted her left breast with one hand and felt around its underside with the other until she chanced upon a two-inch long bump. Her fingers stuck to the sodden shape, making it needlessly difficult prying it off her skin. But after applying enough force, Michelle ripped the tiny object off her like a band-aid.

“Sam? Are you okay?” She held her partner close to her face, and a sharp, tangy aroma wafted up into her nose. Sam heaved, their chest puffing in and out, and dark purple bags hung under their eyes. “What happened to you?”

“I'm- I'm so sorry!” Sam fought back tears as they stared into their lover's eyes. Michelle’s concern morphed into confusion.

“Hold on, why are you apologizing? I could have seriously hurt you.” Michelle examined their partner. They didn't look bruised, and they seemed to be moving fine, but their skin was bright red, and their crotch was a complete mess. “You aren't wounded or anything, are you?”

“No.” Sam sniffed and wiped their eyes. “No, I was well insulated.”

“So, why are you upset?” Michelle brought her forefinger to the back of Sam's head, petting their matted hair in soft strokes.

“I- I- I masturbated on you while you were sleeping.” More tears erupted from their sockets. “I know how horrible that is, but I couldn't help myself. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!”

Michelle shooshed their partner and continued petting them. “Calm down. It's okay. Just take a deep breath and explain what happened.”

Sam complied, taking a moment to breathe and collect their thoughts. “I woke up last night after we … did it, and you were sound asleep. You were still lying on your back, so I just sat there between your … boobs, and you look so pretty while you sleep. I mean, you're always pretty, but I try not to stare because it's rude, so last night I just kinda stared at you. But then you rolled onto your side and I got stuck between your boobs, and I couldn't wake you up, not that I really tried, and then … and then …”

“There, there. It's okay.” As strange as the situation was, Michelle couldn't get over how cute Sam was. If she wasn't so concerned for their well-being, she'd be fawning all over her crying cherub. “And then what?”

Sam took another deep breath and steeled themself, hoping beyond hope that Michelle would forgive them. “I have these fantasies about you ignoring me. Like, you’ve lost track of me, or you’ve forgotten me, or you simply never realize I’m there. The idea that I’m so insignificant that you don’t even acknowledge my existence is so enthralling. And last night, my dream became a reality.

“I was helpless, trapped. You stripped away my autonomy in your sleep, and you couldn’t help me because you didn’t even know I was there. The fantasies became so strong that I couldn’t bear them any longer; I had to act on them. I masturbated to you all night long. I slipped into sleep here and there, but you had me trapped in my dreams as well. I don’t know how many times I finished last night, I was in and out of consciousness through most of it, but I’m ashamed of having done it even once.” Another stream of tears pushed their way through. Sam attempted to catch their breath, but their gasping interrupted each inhale. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!”

Taking a second to internalize her partner’s confession, Michelle stopped petting them. Her expression betrayed no emotions, each passing second agonizing the tiny as they awaited judgment. Her lips cracked open, closed back up, and then finally spoke. “You like it when I ignore you?”

You’re gonna make me say it again? Sweat poured out from Sam’s forehead. They wiped it off with their hand, but their clammy palm offered no salvation. “Y-yeah.”

Michelle ran back every strange remark Sam had ever uttered around her, and it all started adding up. “You mentioned before you liked how long it took me to notice you – in that tiny club you’re in. You found me attractive because I didn’t pay attention to anyone around me. I couldn’t understand what you meant by that.”

Sam wasn’t sure how to respond, or if they were supposed to. Michelle’s pause lasted forever, and in that time, anxiety ate away Sam’s composure like a starving raccoon.

“Sorry, it’s just that from my perspective, that seems ass-backwards.”

“How do you mean?” Sam asked, scratching behind their head. Though they didn’t feel they deserved it, they missed Michelle’s finger petting them.

Michelle brushed her hair behind her ear. “You know how hard it is to get people to notice you? Seriously, look at me. I’m fat as fuck and wear skimpy outfits, and I couldn’t get one guy the size of my pinkie to look at me for more than a minute. The only attention I ever got was from the assholes tormenting me, and even they got bored with me fast. So, I guess I don’t understand why you’d want me to ignore you.”

Sam opened their mouth to speak, but their partner cut them off. “Because I don’t want to ignore you. You’re the first person to call me pretty and mean it. You’re the first person to have sought me out to ask me on a date. You obsess over me, and you get nervous around me, and you fret over saying the wrong thing or hurting my feelings or doing anything that puts our relationship at risk. You care for me, like truly care for me, and you want me to act like you don’t exist?

“You’re not beneath me. I don’t view tinies any lesser just because they’re harder to spot on the ground. Sure, I’m oblivious to what’s happening around me. And yeah, I’m clumsy with anything that requires more finesse than a sledgehammer. But I don’t think I’m better than you. I know I’m not better than you. If there’s anything life has taught me it’s that I’m no better than anybody.”

Now tears welled in Michelle’s eyes, bad memories bubbling up to the surface. Sam lost their balance sitting in their lover’s trembling hand. The doubts they had been harboring lifted off of them, set free by their girlfriend’s display of her own. Sam knew it was their turn to be strong, to be the one looking after their partner.

“That’s not true. You're better than a lot of people I've had the misfortune of knowing.” Sam got down on their knees and hugged Michelle's thumb, halting the woman's tears before they could cascade from their sockets. “I never believed for a second that you thought any less of me. It's just a fantasy. You're strong willed and care a lot about those close to you, and I'm honored to be counted among those lucky few.”

Michelle wiped her tears away with her arm, and then wiped Sam's cheeks with her thumb. The two stopped at stared at each other, long enough to ruminate on how much they meant to one another. “For the record, I'm not offended you masturbated on me while I slept. I appreciate your honesty and you respecting my feelings. Sure, that sort of thing would be weird if we were the same size, but, willing or not, I forced you into a strange situation. I acted on you without consent too, and none of this would have happened if you couldn't fit in my cleavage.” Michelle chuckled at the thought of them stuck in there, wishing she hadn't missed out on what happened last night. “If you're going to wind up trapped between your girlfriend’s tits, you may as well make the most of it.”

Sam joined her in laughing. “Yeah, dating you has certainly been a learning experience. Boundaries are a lot harder to figure out when I'm small enough to fit anywhere on your person.”

“Exactly. Honestly, I’m kinda flattered you find me attractive even in my sleep,” Michelle said, a blush warming her cheeks. “If it makes you happy, I can pretend to ignore you from time to time. But only if you continue to shower me in attention.”

“You have yourself a d-deal.” Sam tried standing up, but fell on their butt, clutching their head. Their brain pounded against their skull, and they lost sight in the corners of their vision.

Michelle returned her free hand to her partner, softly petting them as they lied in her hand. “Looks like that all-nighter's finally catching up with you. You should get some rest. I can make breakfast for you when …” Michelle paused and looked towards her dresser. “Actually, I have an idea. Hear me out.”

Carrying Sam with her, Michelle got out of bed and walked over to her dresser, opening the top drawer where she kept her underwear. She stopped petting her partner to grab one of her bras, Sam missing her touch the moment it left. But their focus shifted elsewhere upon seeing those massive cups dangling in the air.

“What if I stuck you in here for the morning? You can get some sleep while I go about my day. Even after you wake up, I'll let you stay in there as long as you like. Just give me a signal when you want out.”

“Seriously? That sounds divine.” If Sam wasn't worn out, they'd be watering at the mouth over such an offer. “What should the signal be?”

“I don't know. Bite me?” Michelle lowered Sam and brought them right under her nipple. “Try to right now. I want to make sure I can feel that.”

Sam's heart pounded against their chest, and their face assumed a deep crimson. Michelle’s massive breast filled their vision. Each tit was large enough to fit a family of six comfortably inside and still have room for guests. She wanted them to bite that? That was like asking a tiger cub to bite a blimp.

Regardless, Sam did as they were told and chomped into their girlfriend’s areola, exerting as much force as their tiny, weary jaw could muster.

Michelle yelped, starting back and sending her breast bounding into her palm below. “Oh yeah, I could feel that,” she said, biting her lower lip. She brought her hand back over her chest but was surprised to find it empty. “Sam? Where did you …?” Michelle rubbed her fingers under her boob and found her lover plastered to the underside, pushed into the tit when it came smacking into her palm. Michelle felt bad regarding her carelessness, but that didn't stop her from chuckling. I think I'm starting to see why you're into this. “Okay, just stay there.”

With her lover suspended in titflesh, Michelle strapped on her bra, blanketing the expansive cup over Sam and securing them to her chest. Snug as a bug, Sam relaxed into the plus-sized hammock, closing their eyes as their lover’s embrace bore down on them.

Michelle put on her sweatpants from last night, and walked out of her bedroom and into her dorm room's kitchenette. Sam was out in an instant, rocked to sleep by their girlfriend’s bouncing chest. Stepping into the kitchen, Michelle pulled a carton of eggs out of her fridge and set a frying pan on the stove. While making breakfast, her thoughts remained trained on the tiny in her bra. Every time she bent down or leaned over the counter or walked to the other side of the kitchen, she wondered how it felt to live at the mercy of her swaying chest. Sam wasn't moving, surely lost in a well-earned slumber, but knowing they were happy because of how close they were to her gave Michelle unfathomable pleasure.

She went about her day as usual, as if her partner wasn't always at her side. She ate breakfast, scrolled through TikTok videos, did some cleaning around the place, all while Sam snoozed in her bra. Before long, Michelle genuinely forgot they were there. She was aware of their presence consciously, but eventually their body merged into the fabric covering her boobs, the tiny becoming indistinguishable from the clothes she wore. Where her body ended and their body began no longer mattered as Michelle kept herself busy around the dorm.

Come early afternoon, Michelle remembered her partner's whereabouts upon feeling their movements beneath her breast. She stopped what she was doing and concentrated on those itty-bitty limbs prodding her tit, the tiny waking up and stretching beneath their weighted blanket. Michelle swooned over the “good morning” kisses Sam sprinkled her with. It took all her willpower not to yank her partner out of her underwear and return the affection. Ignore them. Just ignore them, she recited. You promised to leave them in there for as long as they want.

But as the gentle kisses grew more passionate, Michelle’s willful ignorance crumbled. She grabbed her breast in her hand, pinning their partner under their palm, and massaged her fat tit, “unwittingly” kneading Sam into her doughy flesh. The little worm in her bra wiggled like mad, and it wasn't long before Michelle found herself doused in another dollop of her partner’s cum.

Sitting on her couch, Michelle let go of her breast and waited for her lover to recover within their homey hideaway. A violent moan escaped Michelle’s lips when a set of tiny teeth pinched her tit. The giant woman jumped in her seat, sending her boobs on a bouncing fit and wearing out her lover just as they were waking up. Once she calmed down, Michelle reached for her bra but stopped short. She knew she promised to let Sam out upon receiving the signal, but surely they wouldn't mind if she pretended to ignore them for a little longer.

Sandwiched between cloth and flesh, Sam wondered what the holdup was. She definitely felt them bite her, or else Sam needed to get to the bottom of what got their girlfriend moaning and shaking. After enough waiting, they finally put together what Michelle was yearning for. They opened their mouth wide, buried their face into the mound pinning them down, and clamped their teeth onto their partner's soft skin as hard as they could. Their whole world shook once more, putting the greatest theme park rides to shame, and a steady purr rumbled from way up above.

Finally, a blinding light invaded Sam's abode as a gigantic hand parted both cup and boob with ease. A lumbering set of fingers wrestled Sam into their grip and dragged them out into the surface world. Once their vision adjusted, the tiny smiled at seeing their lover’s gorgeous face again. Though it didn't stay in their sights for long thanks to Michelle pulling her partner into her waiting lips. The two kissed each other for an eternity stretched across the blink of an eye, each less willing than the other to pry themself away.

“Feeling better?” Michelle asked with Sam still touching her lips.

“Much.” Sam buried themself as far as the vermilion wall would give. Amidst their passion, Michelle felt the tiny's gurgling stomach vibrate against her lower lip.

“Hungry?” Her warm, steamy breath washed over Sam, making it all the harsher when she pulled them away to look them in the eye.

“Very,” Sam said, nodding. They hunched over and rubbed their arms, their puny hands fliding over their goosebumps. “I could use some clothes too.”

Michelle smirked. “Then let's go find yours and I can fix you up something good to eat. They should be somewhere on my bed. I hope.” In the meantime, Michelle wrapped her fingers around the shivering Sam, holding them snug as she carried them into her bedroom, refusing to take her eyes off them for even a second.