Twin Sizes by TerryLarka

 Pierce kept his head low, staring at his hands while fiddling his thumbs. He tried breathing slow, but his heart rate refused to lower. Between it and the butterflies tearing apart his stomach, Pierce was sure he'd throw up by the time the group reached their destination. Or maybe he'd suffer a heart attack. Or maybe …

“Pierce, you good?” Jackie asked, taking her eyes off the road for a second to check on her boyfriend.

It was the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, a sheet of grey blanketing the late afternoon sky. Jackie sat behind the wheel of her SUV, driving home for the holidays. Alena sat beside her in the passenger's seat, and Lynn sat with Pierce on a platform attached to the center armrest. The platform consisted of two rows of tiny-scale chairs, complete with safety belts, head rests, arm rests, and cup holders, and was elevated so tiny passengers could see out the windshield. Lynn wanted to spend the two-hour trip riding in her girlfriend’s bra, but Alena refused to meet Lynn's parents with their daughter in her cleavage. Pierce would have liked to do the same with Jackie, but he was much less vocal about it.

“I'm fine. Just nervous is all.” He thanked the stars for his girlfriend’s mixed heritage. Meeting her parents was intimidating enough on its own, but if they were both giants like her, he wouldn't have gotten in the car. But her mom was sure to be gentle, managing a house with two physical tinies and one spiritual one. And whatever her dad was like, at least he couldn't squash him.

“Suck it up, man. You're worrying over nothing.” Lynn punched him in the arm and watched him wince, but the pain did little to ease the clenching in his chest.

“I'm in the same boat, Pierce,” Alena said, mirroring the tiny man's fidgeting. “I feel like my heart’s about to leap out of my throat.”

“Lynn's right. There's no need to be nervous. Our parents are going to love you guys.” Jackie took her right hand off the wheel and rubbed the back of Pierce’s neck with her index finger. Her touch was far more soothing than her sister's. “Seriously, compared to some of the characters she's brought home, you two are saints.”

Lynn rolled her eyes. “Mom and Dad are pretty chill, all things considered. They've only ever freaked out at one of my dates.” Lynn sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. “And yeah, she kinda deserved it.”

“Just don't vape at the kitchen table or use one of Dad's pool cues as a toothpick, and you guys will be fine.” Jackie shuddered as she recalled the many unwelcome bigs Lynn just had to invite over. She'd never let any of those women into her car. “Honestly Alena, they're going to be shocked Lynn wound up with someone as kind as you. Most of her exes aren't half the person you are.”

Alena quit fidgeting, placing her hand on her chest instead. “Thank you. Hearing that means a lot.”

“But who knows,” Lynn said with a shrug, giving the other tiny the side eye. “Jackie's never brought a boy home before. No past mistakes to prop yourself up on. Mom and Dad just might grill you alive, Pierce.” A devious snicker passed through the tiny twin's Cheshire grin, mitigating the soothing effects of Jackie's neck rub. Knowing Jackie's tastes, Pierce dreaded the possibility Lynn meant that literally.

“Leave him alone.” Jackie removed her finger from her Pierce’s neck and brought it to his hand, holding the tiny palm in place between her thumb and forefinger. “They're going to love you too. I'm sure of it.” She glanced at Pierce again, their eyes locking for a moment before Jackie returned her attention to the road. With his hand secure in his girlfriend’s grip, Pierce stopped fidgeting and finally breathed.

“Cool. Now that the therapy session's over, I would like to request a seat rearrangement.” Lynn unbuckled her seatbelt, deciding Alena was going to agree with her. “Consider the space between your sweater yams my due recompense for calming your nerves.”

“For the last time, you are not going in my bra! I need to leave a good first impression. I will not be the second coming of Vapey McToothpick.” Alena crossed her arms and pouted, the giant woman out of reach to their tiny lover.

“I'll let you know when we're getting close, so you can take me out ahead of time.” Her argument had no sway, Alena turning to look out the window. “Please. It's so cold. Just let me warm myself up for a minute. A minute, that's all I ask. Pretty please!”

“The heat's working just fine.” Alena turned back towards Lynn wearing a smug expression. “Why don't you take some notes from Pierce. He hasn't made a peep this whole trip.”

“That's because he's too busy staring at Jackie work the pedals.”

Pierce looked up from the floor in a hurry. “I am not!”

Was he really? Taking a quick glance at her lover, Jackie lamented that the weather wasn't warm enough for flip-flops.

“I'm just fine sitting here, and I don't think it's cold at all,” Pierce said, attempting to swerve the conversation off of him.

Lynn punched him in the arm again. “Hey, dummy,” she whispered through her clenched jaw, “you should be taking my side. I'm working my butt off to get us some titty action here.”

“Well, maybe if you stopped hitting me … Ow!” Lynn punched him again.

Jackie sighed. “Lynn, just buckle your seatbelt. Alena isn't going to budge.”

The tiny twin mumbled a few curses under her breath but eventually complied, moping for the rest of the ride there.

******

Jackie and Alena stood before the front door of the Richards household, a single-story ranch located in the heart of Midwest suburbia.

“Here. Let's switch,” Jackie said, holding Pierce out on her hand for Alena to take. With a raised brow, Alena brought her fingers to Jackie's, forming a bridge for the two tinies to swap places. Once Lynn was in her hand, Jackie placed her sister on her shoulder and rang the doorbell.

A muffled “That must be them!” could barely be heard through the white wooden door. A couple seconds later, it opened wide, a tall woman with short brown hair standing on the other side with an enormous grin spreading across her face.

“Welcome home!” Jess Richards tackled her daughters in a big hug, wrapping her arms tight around Jackie and squeezing Lynn between her and her larger daughter's cheeks.

“Hi, Mom!” Jackie clutched onto her mother, happy to see her again for the first time in months. “I missed you.”

“Aw, sweetheart, I missed you too!” The two of them held the moment, making up for all the hugs missed while the girls were away.

“Yeah, yeah, we all missed each other. Can you ease up now?” Lynn said, trying to push off her titanic mother as she flattened the tiny between faces. Her twiggy arms had no effect as they sank into the soft wall of skin, but Jess showed her daughter mercy and pulled out of her hug, dropping the tiny girl onto her sister's shoulder.

After greeting her children, Jess turned to the others beside them. “You must be Alena and Pierce. It's a pleasure to meet you both.” She held out her hand, shaking Alena's before offering Pierce her finger to shake.

Jess wore the telltale signs of her age: grey hairs interspersed among the brown, and crows feet clawing the corners of her eyes. But looking at the middle-aged mother of two, Alena and Pierce came to the same conclusion: So, this is where she gets her looks from.

“U-um, the pleasure's all mine,” Alena finally offered back, a touch star-struck by her girlfriend’s mom. “You look beautiful, by the way.”

“Y-yeah, it's an honor to meet you, Mrs. Richards,” Pierce squeaked out, giving her an awkward bow in the process.

“Thank you. You're too kind. But you kids shouldn't be standing out in this cold.” Jess waved her arms emphatically. “Come on in. Come in.”

“Where's Dad?” Jackie asked as the group stepped into the foyer.

“Oh! I got so excited I left him in the kitchen. Give me one sec to grab-” Just as Jess turned to retrieve her husband, a tiny man appeared beside her sock clad feet.

“No need, Hon. My legs work just fine.” Hearing her husband's voice, Jess stepped back away from him to give her daughters room to greet their father.

“Hey, Dad!” Jackie crouched down and extended her arm to the floor, allowing her little sister to sprint down it. Lynn hauled ass across the sleeve of Jackie's flannel shirt, hopping off her wrist and leaping into her father’s arms.

“Daddy!” Lynn buried her face into his shoulder while he patted her back. Jackie stuck out her index finger, and her dad wrapped his other arm around it, pulling both his kids into a group hug.

“Look at how much you two have grown. I hardly recognize you,” he said in jest. Despite his age, Drew Richards maintained a strong physique and handsome features. He still had a full head of hair, though much of his blonde locks had given way to grey over the years.

“No, we haven't! We've only been gone a few months.” Lynn pulled back and smiled. The house smelled just as she remembered, and a wave of nostalgia crashed against her. Halcyon days of chasing her sister from room to room and playing the most intense games of hide and seek flooded her mind, the tiny twin not realizing how much she missed this place.

“Huh. It feels like only yesterday you were no taller than my knee, and you,” he looked up at Jackie, “well, I guess you were always pretty big, weren't you.”

“There was a day where I could carry all three of you in my arms,” Jess chimed in, her heart bursting with joy at seeing her family all together again. “At least I can still hold two of you in my hand.”

Alena crouched down next to Jackie and lowered her palm to the floor, allowing Pierce to step off and greet Drew.

“It's nice to meet you, sir.” Pierce held his hand out, Drew happily taking and shaking it. Jackie's boyfriend prayed the other man hadn't seen him wipe the sweat off his palm as Alena lowered him.

“My pleasure, Pierce. Jackie's told me you're into cars? Perhaps you'd like to take a look under the hood of my Challenger after dinner.”

“You have a Dodge Challenger? What year? Does it have the original paint? I heard the parts for those are hard to come by these days.”

Drew chuckled. “Let's save it for after dinner. Besides, I'm more interested in hearing about this Gran Torino you're building. I've never driven a gas powered car before.” He patted Pierce on the shoulder and turned his attention to his larger guest, tilting his chin up and holding his fist out towards her. “Alena, was it? Jess and I are glad you could make it.”

It took a second for Alena to realize he wanted to bump fists, the tiny preferring that over shaking a log-sized finger. Alena tapped her curled middle finger into the puny hand, a smirk crawling up her face at the simple greeting. “Thank you for having me, Mr. Richards.”

“‘Mr. Richards.’ I'm never going to get used to that,” Drew said, scratching the back of his neck.

“Let's bring this into the kitchen, shall we? All the preparations for tomorrow are complete, so we can order pizzas and kick back for the rest of the night.” Jess stepped closer towards Alena as she and Jackie stood back up. “Could we talk in private?” she asked before turning to the others on the floor and the giant tiny beside them. “The rest of you go on ahead. We'll only be a moment.”

Jackie waltzed over to the kitchen, speeding ahead of the two inch tall people talking and walking at the same pace.

Jess spoke in a calm, hushed tone, a hint of concern reflected in her eyes. “Hey, Alena. Lynn informed us about the trouble you've been having at home. I'm not going to pry, but I want to assure you that if you ever need anything, anything at all, please do not hesitate to ask me or my husband for help.” She placed a hand on Alena's arm, the touch reminding her so much of Lynn's. “We're here for you.”

Alena nodded and fought back the tears welling behind her sockets. She only just met these people, but she fully believed in the sincerity of Jess' words. “Thank you, Mrs. Richards. I appreciate that.”

“Of course, dear. Now, let's join the others.” The tinies, while far enough to not overhear the two bigs’ conversation, had barely made it past the foyer on the way to the kitchen.

The Richards’ house was a single-story ranch with no steps or thresholds to block a tiny's path. The foyer emptied out into an open concept living room connected to the dining room. In the living room, a large-scale, U-shaped couch surrounded a square coffee table with both steps and a motorized lift leading to the table's top, an entire room's worth of tiny furniture situated atop it facing the wide-screen TV. Connected to both the living and dining room was the kitchen, fully equipped with appliances and cabinets to serve both sizes as well as a smaller dining table for more casual family meals. On the right side, walking from the foyer towards the kitchen, a lone hallway led to three full-scale bedrooms, three tiny-scale guest rooms, two tiny baths, and a full-sized bathroom at the end of the hall.

As Alena followed the others, she noted the red tape strown about the floor, carving pathways that led through every room in the house. “What's that about?”

“We set that up for tomorrow,” Jess explained. “Most of our extended family don't live with members of the opposite size, so we set up these pathways on holidays so everyone can get around safely and comfortably.”

“You guys don't need it the rest of the year?”

Jess scoffed. “Not at all, dear. When you’ve lived with tinies for as long as I have, you don't need to watch the floor wherever you go. I reckon I could walk around this house blindfolded and never step on my husband.”

On the floor, Pierce craned his neck taking in the high walls and distant ceiling, watching Jess and Alena pass them by in a single step. “Isn't it intimidating living in a house this big?”

“This place is all I've ever known,” Lynn said wistfully. “If you ask me, the buildings built to our scale are too cramped.”

“I remember when the borders first opened, getting awestruck by how huge the outside world was. Before they installed lifts everywhere, we had to climb ladders to get on desks or countertops. At work, they made us hike thirty minutes to use the one tiny-scaled copy machine; some excuse that we only had the one tiny outlet. Psh.” Drew smiled as he recalled the struggles of early cohabitation, a distant memory he'd gladly put up with again if it meant living the life he made for himself. “But no, I love this house. We built it not long after the twins were born. There's so much history stored in these walls. If you check under the heaters, you'll find Lynn's early scribbling, before we could get her to contain it to a notebook.”

“It took you a while to find it. I was better at hiding this stuff than Jackie.” Lynn skipped with each step, pride pushing her along wherever she went.

Drew laughed. “That's only because her crayons were too large to fit where yours could.”

“Whatever,” Lynn said in a huff. “And I don't know what you're complaining for. You have rope ladders attached to all our tables and countertops.”

Drew grabbed his shoulder and swung his arm in circles, making a show of his musculature. “I've got to stay in shape somehow.”

Pierce looked at the man with awestruck eyes. He couldn't imagine having to climb a ladder anytime he wanted a bite to eat. Climbing on Jackie’s body was enough trouble as it is.

Lynn noticed the sparkles in Pierce’s eyes and nudged him in the shoulder. “Don't be too impressed. He uses the lifts in the morning.”

“No climbing before the first cup of coffee. That's just safe practice.” In the time they spent talking, the three tinies only made it halfway towards their destination. A few seconds later, Jackie came barreling in from the kitchen and crouched beside them, lowering her hand for them to climb on.

“Come on, guys. Mom's already ordering.” Pierce got on first, relieved he didn't have to walk the whole way, and Lynn followed right after. Drew hesitated, looking out towards the kitchen. They didn't have that far left to go. Regardless, he sighed and stepped onto his daughter's palm, knowing Jess would chew him out for his stubbornness otherwise.

With the three secure in her hand, Jackie carried them to the others, setting them down on the kitchen table. The three of them each took a seat around the tiny-scale table situated on top of the larger one.

Jess stood off to the side holding her phone to her ear. “Let me think. Jackie, are your other friends coming over this evening?”

“No, Javi has a game tonight, so he and Heather will be driving in tomorrow.”

“Gotcha. Alright, I'll take one large with …”

******

Jess, Jackie, and Alena sat around the kitchen table, grabbing slices of pizza from the box in the center. To the side between Jackie and her mother, the three tinies formed a similar scene at their table, biting into slices of pie made to fit their puny hands. The group had spent the evening engaging in pleasant chit-chat, getting to know one another and growing familiar with the Richards’ mismatched lifestyle.

“Would you guys be interested in learning how the twins got their names?” Jess asked with a proud inflection.

“Ugh! Mom, you don't have to explain this to everyone we meet.”

Jackie shook her head. “It's not as clever as you think.”

“Ever since I was a little girl,” Jess continued, ignoring her daughters’ begrudging remarks and assuming Alena and Pierce were dying to find out, “I knew that if I had a daughter, I'd want to name her Jacqueline. Isn't that just the prettiest name? Well, I never expected to have twins, especially once I started seeing Drew, but then the most incredible idea came to me.”

“You split the name between them?” Alena asked, anticipating where the story was headed.

“Exactly! Aren't I a genius?” Jess said to resounding groans from the twins in question. Alena and Pierce grinned at their partners, amused by how embarrassed they were over something so quaint.

“You girls should consider yourselves lucky,” Drew chimed in while chewing on pizza. “If you were a boy, she wanted to name you Renton.”

Jess glared at her husband. “Renton's a fine name. It's strong and sophisticated.”

Putting down his slice, Pierce pointed up at Jackie. “So, that'd make you Ren,” and then to Lynn, “and you would be …”

“Finish that sentence, and I'll snap your finger in half.”

Pierce shut his mouth and retracted his hand, returning to the safety of eating his pizza in silence.

“Ooh, Alena, would you be interested in seeing Lynn's baby pictures? I have a whole binder full of them.”

“Would I?!” Alena’s eyes shined bright behind her glasses.

“Mom!” Jess got up and led the excited Alena to her bedroom, leaving the tiny twin stranded on the kitchen table. “Hold on! Wait!” Lynn ran out of her chair, but she had no hope of catching up to the larger women. “Jackie, what are you sitting there for? Stop them!”

“Huh?” Jackie had a string of cheese hanging from her mouth, the corners of her lips painted in tomato sauce. “I'm eating.”

“You idiot! We share the same baby pictures.”

“Oh shit!” Her pizza slice splatted across her plate as she rushed after her mother. “Mom, no! Don't show her!”

“Hey, watch your language at the dinner table.” By the time he said it, his older daughter had already disappeared down the hallway. “So, Pierce, how’s the Gran Torino coming along?”

“I've been making good progress, but I don't work on it much in the winter. I prefer to do it outside when it's warm. With where I'm at though, I expect to have it finished and driveable by the end of spring semester.”

Lynn didn't bother listening to their dull conversation, burying her face in her hands on the table. Her perfect image, the one she had been cultivating for years, was being torn asunder by goofy pictures of back before she knew any better.

“I'd love to stop by and take it for a spin once it's ready.”

“Of course, sir,” Pierce said, nodding dutifully like a servant. “It's just a shame Jackie can't fit in the passenger seat.”

“You get used to that sort of thing dating a big. All the ‘normal’ things you can't do together.” Looking out towards the hallway, a large grin formed on Drew's face. “But for everything you can't do, you'll find at least two other things you can only do with her.”

Pierce smiled, thinking about the time he spent in Jackie's shoes, or in her mouth, and in her stomach. He thought about the way she held him, how she fussed with his hair or rubbed his back, sitting on her thigh or riding on her shoulder. Whether it was balancing on the rim of her popcorn bucket or running away from her in an escape room, Pierce knew he'd never have so much fun with a ‘normal’ girlfriend. “Yeah, I agree, sir.”

Drew chuckled. “Please stop calling me ‘sir.’ I'm not ready to accept my age yet.”

******

After dinner, Jess and Alena sat on the former's bed, flipping through pages of all too adorable pictures of the twins in their youth. Jackie, unable to stop her mother, huddled it out with Lynn in their old bedroom, distracting themselves from the laughter and cooing emanating from the room across the hall. Drew led Pierce into the garage and showed off his collection of vehicles, each one about the size of a tissue box and organized neatly onto a tiny accessible shelving unit.

Some time later, the six reconvened in the living room to play video games together. Jackie and Jess sat directly across from the TV, their men on either side of them. Alena sat on the sofa to their left with Lynn lounging back on her thigh.

“I say either Mario Kart or Mario Party,” Drew suggested. “Anything that's too skill dependant isn't going to be fun for anyone besides Jess and Jackie.” He spoke from the heart, the man suffering more defeats at the hands of his wife than even the most loving husband would care to admit.

“I'll just watch,” Jess said, offering a flippant wave. “I'm not looking to tear anyone a new one.”

“Are you as good at games as Jackie is, Mrs. Richards?” Pierce asked, poking his head over his girlfriend’s thigh to look at her towering mother.

“Pierce, dear, who do you think taught her how to play?” A wry smirk carved across Jess’ cheek, intimidating the tiny into submission. He recognized that face. It was the same one his girlfriend always shot him before grinding him into dust.

“I taught myself, thank you very much. Though you did make for an effective practice dummy.” Sparks flew between the two women, crushing the others beneath the gravity of their competitive egos.

“Maybe we should play something less intense,” Alena put forward. “Like a board game. Do you guys have Monopoly?”

Lynn shook her head and exhaled. Her father wore a thousand yard stare upon hearing that accursed name. “We don't play that game here,” she explained. “Not after The Incident.”

“Okay, what in the world is The Incident?”

“We don't talk about The Incident, Pierce.” Drew's voice, once full of life, went hollow uttering those words.

“The arguments lasted for weeks. Me and Dad were afraid they'd never make up.” Lynn looked up at Alena, meeting her girlfriend's innocent bewilderment with a no-nonsense stoicism. “We mostly stuck to video games from then on. Harder to legitimately accuse someone of cheating with those.”

“We're playing Mario Kart,” Jackie decided, staring daggers at her mother. “All of us. Unless you're a chicken.”

“Psh. If you want me to stomp you so bad, then I suppose I have no choice but to oblige. Anything for my darling girl.” Jess and Jackie got up and handed everyone their controllers, turning the console on in the process. Jess allowed her eldest the privilege of being player one as it would be the only “one” she’d be seeing this evening.

The others tried to maintain a casual air, Drew and Pierce attempting to talk their partners off the ledge, though their words only had so much effect without the skill to back them up. To the larger women of the Richards name, victory was all that mattered. Lynn simply ignored her family in favor of her lover. Video games were beneath her, thus she cared not if she lost; defeat at her mother or sister’s hands meant nothing when she wasn’t trying to begin with. Alena preferred single player games, RPGs especially, and lacked a competitive spirit. But party games were fun with the right people. Whether her fellow bigs were the right people was another matter.

The gang played through a grand prix consisting of four races. Scores based on their performance were tallied after each race with the higher the placement equaling a greater score. Jess won the first race, her daughter warming up by getting second. Jackie won the next race, usurping her mother before Jess returned with a victory in the third. The last race on Rainbow Road proved a knockout, dragout, bloody brawl of a back and forth, but in the final seconds, Jackie pulled ahead, leading the two to tie overall. Pierce and Drew spent the whole time fighting for third, neither coming close to second place in any race, and Alena and Lynn enjoyed throwing blue shells and bullet bills from the back line.

“Not bad, sweetie. You've gotten sharper since we last went at it.” The blazing fire in Jess’ eyes finally cooled, her competitive spirit seceding to the overwhelming pride she had for her daughter.

“Truth be told, I found a good sparring partner.” Jackie’s edge softened as well, grinning down at the man beside her. “He may seem unassuming at first glance, but he always keeps me on my toes.”

Jess and Drew both smiled, seeing a bit of themselves reflected in the next generation. “You know, back in the day when your father and I played together, we’d come up with punishments for the loser. I liked to toss him in my sock and make him sit in there while I continued playing. It was so funny!” Jess stuck her foot out, far enough that Pierce could see it past his girlfriend’s legs, and wiggled her sock-clad toes, reminiscing on the antics she and Drew got into during those early years together.

Jackie stared at her wide-eyed, finding it difficult to breathe. Pierce turned his head a hundred and eighty degrees, searching the finer details of the couch’s armrest for a cure to his flushed face.

“Ha! That’s not a punishment for them, Mom,” Lynn eagerly declared. “Pierce gets the sock treatment as a reward for winning.” The tiny twin didn’t know this to be true, but come on. Those reactions from the young couple told the whole story.

“Lynn!” Blood rushed up to Jackie’s face, blaring out from behind her cheeks.

“Oh? Is that so?” Jess looked at the kids trembling beside her, each one desperate to avoid her gaze. “That’s nothing to be embarrassed about, you two. I know it’s a stereotype, but plenty of tinies have foot fetishes, and it’s perfectly natural for their big partners to engage in that sort of play.”

Jackie buried her face in her hands, her cheeks only getting redder. Please stop talking. Please stop talking. For the love of God, get me out here. Her boyfriend scooched closer to her thigh, taking the smallest comfort in obscuring himself from everyone else’s peripheral.

Jess put a finger to her chin. “I am curious then. What do you guys do when Jackie wins?”

With her girlfriend laughing hysterically on her lap, Alena took in the warmth surrounding her. The Richards laughed together, played together, and cherished one another despite each member’s differences. Even in the heat of competition, not once did one member disparage another; no insults were thrown, no one was made to feel lesser for being who they were. The amount of love shown throughout this night alone was greater than Alena could recall ever experiencing in her own house, not since her father’s passing. High on the energy in the room, Alena wished for nothing more than to be a part of their beautiful dynamic.

“Knowing her, I bet she celebrates by putting Pierce in her mouth.”

All eyes turned towards Alena. Lynn quit laughing. Jackie stopped moving. Pierce gulped. Drew raised an eyebrow.

Jess sat up straight, her smile faded, and her face grew as red, if not redder, than her daughter’s beside her.

As the room’s mood soured, Alena played back what she said and realized her mistake. She just outed Jackie’s vore fetish to her whole family, breaking the promise she made to her friend.

“She does what?” Jess turned to her eldest. “Jackie, are you into …?”

Jackie shot up off the couch like a rocket and screamed. “I have to go to the bathroom!” She darted out of the living room and into the hallway, tears falling from her eyes as she ran.

“Jackie! Sweetheart, wait!” Jess got up and followed after her, though she couldn’t match the pace of her eighteen year old daughter. Jackie got into the bathroom first, slammed the door, and locked it shut. “Jackie, please open up. I just want to talk.” The only response to come out of the bathroom was sobbing.

Alena looked to the three tinies left with her and tried to read their expressions. Pierce kept glancing towards Drew, unsure if he should say anything or what he’d even say to begin with. Drew appeared deep in thought, not looking any which way in particular. And Lynn had adopted a quizzical expression upon witnessing her mother’s reaction, something about the whole scene not sitting right with her. Wracked with nerves, Alena broke the silence.

“I- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to …” She trailed off, her lackluster confidence draining her conviction. A short while later, Drew chuckled to himself. Before long, the chuckling advanced to snickering. And then, he erupted into full-on laughter, shocking the others in the room.

“The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree afterall, does it?” Drew hopped off the edge of the couch to the carpet below, sticking the landing and making his way towards the kitchen. “I’m gonna make some popcorn. You kids want anything?”

The rest watched him walk away in stunned silence. While Alena and Pierce looked to one another for an answer on how to respond, Lynn rubbed her chin in quiet contemplation, putting the pieces together in her head.

“I’m gonna join Dad,” she said, hopping off her girlfriend’s knee and sliding down her leg to reach the floor. Lynn walked past Pierce’s position on the couch and stopped. “Hey, sorry about teasing you for your foot thing. I’m just having fun with you, but that was pretty rude outing you like that.”

Pierce sighed, looking over the edge of the couch at the tiny twin far below. “It’s fine. I feel like I got off easy this time. I appreciate the apology. That’s … unlike you.”

Lynn shrugged. “I’m trying to be better. I know, doesn’t sound possible. But if anyone can improve upon perfection, it’s me.” With her piece said, Lynn continued walking away, uplifted by the giggling she heard overhead.

As her girlfriend left the room, Alena got up and sat beside Pierce, sitting on the other cushion to avoid leaving a depression where he sat.

“I’m really sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Alena smacked herself in the forehead. “I’m such an idiot!”

“It’s not me you should be apologizing to.” Pierce scratched his head. That came out harsher than he intended. “I mean, I feel bad for Jackie. Her parents don’t seem to be the judgmental type, but I can understand where her shame is coming from.” He turned to look at the couch’s back rest, as if trying to see past it into the bathroom his girlfriend locked herself inside. “You think I should go talk to her?”

“I’m not sure there’s much you can do. She already knows you accept her. It’s her parents she’s worried about, so I think only they can talk her down. I’m sure she doesn’t want to talk to me at least.” Guilt panged at her heart, tightening her chest and restricting her body. The loving atmosphere she admired so much had been tainted because of her. But not wishing to wallow in her own failings, Alena tried moving the conversation elsewhere. “Forgive me if this is too personal a question, but do you enjoy the whole vore thing, Pierce? Like, getting swallowed? I can’t even imagine what it’s like.”

“To be honest, it scared the shit out of me at first. But the more time I spent with Jackie, the less scary it seemed, until she finally swallowed me and all my fears went away. Her stomach, how do I describe it? It was like visiting a waterpark on an alien planet. I had a lot of fun, even when I felt like I was trapped inside a washing machine.” A goofy grin spread across his face. “And Jackie’s really hot when she starts acting all predatory. At that point, it’s hard not to go along with whatever she wants.”

“That makes a surprising amount of sense. I kinda see the appeal when you put it like that,” Alena said, meeting his enthusiasm. “Don’t get me wrong I have no interest in eating Lynn, but I get such a rush dominating her. I can see how the vore stuff must have the same effect for Jackie, allowing her to assert herself over you like that. You literally offer yourself up to her just to make her happy.”

Pierce stared at her in awe. “You dominate Lynn?”

“Sshhh.” Alena held her finger to her lips and winked. “Don’t tell her I told you. But if you ever need to get back at her for teasing you, I can provide you plenty of ammo.”

Pierce broke out into a toothy grin. He felt like Lex Luthor discovering kryptonite.

Interrupting the conversation, Jess trudged out from the hallway by herself wearing a harrowing expression. Seeing that her husband was no longer in the living room, she turned to the kitchen. There, she found him and their younger daughter sitting on the kitchen table munching on popcorn.

“Our daughter is having a crisis, and you’re sitting here having a snack?”

Drew looked down into the bowl and then back to his wife before tilting it her way. “Want some?”

Jess sat down at the table, holding her head up in one hand and pilfering popcorn with the other, pinching half the bowl’s contents between her thumb and forefinger. “She won’t listen to me. She’s inconsolable.”

“She’s just scared,” Lynn said, glad her mom was mooching off Dad’s bowl and not hers. “Afraid you guys’ll treat her like a heinous monster. Once she finds out she inherited her tastes from you, that oughta ease her fears.”

Jess’ eyes bulged from her head, and Drew choked on his popcorn. “How do you know about that?”

“When Alena mentioned Jackie putting Pierce in her mouth, you were blushing as much as she was. That didn’t make sense to me. Stuffing a tiny in your sock is a joke, but putting one in your mouth makes you blush? Only a fetishist would get so flustered by the thought. Dad’s apple comment only cinched it for me.”

Jess shot her husband a wicked glare, Drew shrugging his shoulders in a half-assed attempt at apologizing. She held her hand over her eyes in shame and sighed. “I guess I should be proud of how sharp you turned out, but sometimes I wish I raised you to be a ditz instead.”

“Aw, you don’t mean that. You know I only use my powers for good.”

“The greater good, or what’s good for you?” Drew asked, cracking a smirk.

“What’s the difference?”

“Fine, yes. I have a vore fetish. I developed it while your father and I were dating. But I never thought that was something one of you could inherit. How long have you known that Jackie was into vore?”

“I’ve been clearing her browser history since we were tweens, though I suspect she’s been into it longer than that.”

Jess leaned in so those in the living room couldn’t overhear her. “And Pierce? How’s he feel about it? She’s being safe with him, right?”

“He’s alive, isn’t he? Come on, this is Jackie we’re talking about. She couldn’t hurt a fly if she tried.” Despite her frustration, the corners of Jess’ lips curled upwards, the woman nodding to her daughter’s assessment. “Pierce was a total crybaby about it at first, but he learned to love it for her sake. He’s a pretty good guy through and through.” Lynn shifted her eyes. “Don’t tell him I said that.”

“I wish you would have told us about Jackie sooner,” Drew said. “Those porn videos can be a bad influence with how extreme they get. If we’d known, we could have sat her down and taught her how to explore her interests safely.” He set down his popcorn bowl, most of it eaten by his wife. “I hate that she felt she couldn’t trust us with this.”

“No, I understand where she’s coming from. If I found out about my fetish at her age, I wouldn’t have told my parents either.” Jess used her forefinger to rub Drew’s shoulder. “Sure, we know they’re just fantasies, but try explaining to someone out of the loop you derive pleasure from the thought of eating people, especially if that person is small enough to fit down your esophagus.”

The three paused their conversation upon hearing the bathroom door open. A few footsteps travelled down the hallway, and then another door slammed shut, Jackie confining herself to her bedroom.

“Drew, darling, you should go talk to her.”

“Me? Wouldn’t you have an easier time relating to her?”

Jess shook her head. “How would you feel if your mother confessed she had the same kinks as you?”

Drew stuck his tongue out, cringing at the thought. “Fair point. Yeah, I’ll talk to her. It’s getting late too. How about you guys show our guests to their rooms.”

******

Jackie sat huddled on her bed, her eyes puffy and red. She couldn’t imagine what her parents were saying about her, how much trouble she must’ve been in. Her world came crashing down around her, the people she trusted most now thinking her a freak. She wished she had grabbed Pierce, at least then she wouldn’t feel so alone in her own home, but she couldn’t chance running into the others. Besides, there was no way they’d take kindly to her absconding with a tiny now that they knew her deepest secret.

Outside of the essentials, her side of the bedroom was mostly barren. The posters covering her walls and the miscellaneous merchandise occupying her shelves had mostly been moved into her dorm room. It gave the room a hollow feeling, only exacerbating the isolation plaguing Jackie. She made due with staring at her sister’s corner, the tiny furniture mostly untouched along with the posters for boy bands she hadn’t listened to since high school.

Jackie started at the sound of knocking at her door, a soft rapping from near the floor. “Jackie? It’s Dad. Can you let me in?” She stared out her window, at the starlit sky. She considered jumping out it and running off to who knows where. But she couldn’t move. “You’re not in trouble. I just want to talk.” Why didn’t he let himself in? She didn’t lock Lynn’s door, and even if she had, he could just crawl through the space under the larger one. But no, he had to knock and wait for her to open it. Dad always had to do things the big way.

Wiping her eyes, Jackie got up and opened the door far enough to see her father standing on the floor. “Hey, kiddo. Mind if I come in?”

Without a word, Jackie crouched down and lowered her palm, letting her dad step on before closing the door and carrying him to her bed. Sitting down, she left him in her palm, resting it in her lap. Tears and snot continued leaking from her face, but she remained silent save for sniffing the snot back up her nostril.

“First off, your mother and I love you. No matter what. And nothing will ever change that.”

“Even though I’m a freak?”

Drew couldn’t stop himself from laughing. “Jackie, you aren’t a freak. Trust me, I’ve met real freaks before, and you aren’t anything like them. You’re the kindest soul this world has ever known, and there isn’t a person in this house who thinks otherwise.”

“You know what vore is, right?”

“All too well.” Drew had a terrible poker face. He preferred playing blackjack. “Eating people whole, yeah? Listen, those desires are natural. Stange, maybe, but they’re only dangerous if you take them too far. Know your limits, and know your partner’s limits. If you’re going to date a tiny, you have to be cognizant of that anyway, regardless of what you two actually do together.”

“But how can you be sure I won’t take it too far?”

“Because you’re my daughter, and I trust you.” It was faint, but Jackie finally cracked a smile. “What about Pierce? How has he handled your interests? Have you, uh …?”

“He was worried about it at first. Justifiably, so. But he’s been really supportive. I didn’t swallow him until he was ready.” Jackie turned her head, her cheeks adopting a red hue. “We, uh, went to a Vore Hotel.”

“You guys had your first go at a hotel? Holy shit, that takes real ba-, courage.”

Jackie looked back at her dad and cocked her head. “How do you mean?”

“Using a suit just feels more protective. It’s providing a physical barrier between you and the acid, something you can touch and feel. Both methods are equally safe, but going in bare messes with your psyche, especially the first few times. It’s like you're fighting against your instincts. I’m just surprised he was able to go through with it as his first time.” As Drew met his daughter’s gaze, he was perturbed by her furrowed brow.

“Why do you know so much about this?” Jackie asked despite fearing the answer.

Ah, shit. Drew stepped back and scratched the back of his head, searching the room for an escape route. Unable to find one, he decided his only option was to dig in his heels. “You really take after your mother, you know. It amazes me how much of her I see in you.”

“You mean …?”

“That’s why I know I can trust you. You’re a good kid, just like she was. We don’t care what you get up to in your private time, so long as you stay safe and act responsibly. So, just keep being you. Your mother and I will always be here to support you, and never forget that Lynn has your back. I’m proud of you, Jackie. We all are.”

Jackie sat with everything she just learned, processing a complex tincture of emotions and revelations. Jackie had never met another person with her interests, as far as she was aware, but it turned out she had been living with another vorarephile this whole time. Her own mother, the person who raised her, the same person who loved her father and sister as much as she did. Suddenly, her room didn’t feel so hollow.

“It’s getting late. How’s about you turn in for the night. We can talk more in the morning if you wish.”

“Can I say goodnight to Pierce?” Jackie asked.

Drew smiled, recognizing the kindling fire in his daughter’s eyes. The resemblance to Jess was uncanny. The memories flooding his brain made him feel twenty years younger. “Sure thing.”

Jackie got up and set her father on the floor beside her bed. She rushed to the door, stopped, and turned back with her hand on the knob. “Thanks, Dad. For everything.” And then she disappeared into the hallway, leaving the door open for the tiny to follow out on his own.

Drew looked around his daughters’ old room. There were too many memories made in these walls to count. But for the first time, he found them too cramped. Jackie and Lynn had each outgrown this place, ready to take on the world together. And as a father, he couldn’t be more proud.

A couple minutes later, Drew stepped out into the hall and found his larger daughter lying on the floor in front of one of the tiny guest rooms. Jackie’s mouth was open, and her tongue hung out past her chin, forming a stairway for the tiny standing before it. “Cuh on. ‘Urry. ‘Efore ‘e cuh out.”

“Jackie. What are you doing?” Drew asked, holding back a smirk.

Jackie closed her mouth, and turned to face her dad, her eyes as wide as a deer in the headlights. “Nothing. Just saying goodnight.”

“Uh-huh. Well, hurry it up. Pierce needs his rest too.” Caught, Jackie stood up and waved to her boyfriend, returning to her room empty handed and empty mouthed. Pierce waved back and prayed her father didn’t think he was a bad influence on her.

“Good night, Pierce. Don’t let the bed bigs bite.” Drew waved and walked to the tiny door leading to the master bedroom, oblivious to Pierce’s bemusement.

“I’m sorry?”

“Bed bugs. Never heard of them?” Drew stopped and rubbed his chin. “Right, I suppose that’s more of a human expression.”

“No, you said … uh, nevermind.” Looking to avoid any more fetish talk this evening, Pierce slipped into his room, comforted by the fact that Jackie’s spirits seemed lifted.

As Drew stepped into his bedroom, he was greeted by his wife standing at the door, gripping one arm with the other as she awaited her husband’s return. “How’s she doing?”

“Better. I expect she’ll back to her old self by morning.” Drew scratched his head aimlessly. “I may have slipped up and exposed your kink though.”

Jess sighed and took a squat, closing the gap between her and her husband. “And how did she take that?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t ask,” Drew said with a shrug. “But I bet she’s glad she has someone she can relate to, and that we don’t think any differently of her.”

Jess smiled. “You’re right. I’ll have a chat with her tomorrow morning, make sure we’re all on the same page. Until then,” staring through her husband, she bit her lower lip, “all this talk of vore has given me quite the appetite.”

Hands on his hips, Drew shook his head and grinned. “What flavor?”

“Blue raspberry.” Jess hopped up onto their bed and watched her husband make for their walk-in closet, her eyes as hungry as her stomach.

“As you wish.” Drew knew the drill. After a short jaunt, he entered the closet several times too big for him. Immediately to his left sat a safe, large enough to fit important documents, jewelry, or a few bits and bobs. If it wasn’t sealed airtight, a tiny could make a decent hideaway out of it. Or a personal closet.

Drew approached the safe and entered a passcode into a keypad scaled for his fingers. With a gasping woosh, the safe’s automatic doors opened, revealing the contents hanging inside. Vore Suits spanning all thirty-six flavors represented across several different models hung in an organized display, an exhaustive collection curated by Jess and spanning Beanstalk Co.’s entire eighteen-plus-year history. Not only did she have every flavor available on the market, she also tracked down each exclusive flavor limited to conventions and special promotions, including but not limited to Vore Con 2034’s cinnamon apple cider, Fetish Con 2029’s marshmallow, and a chocolate blueberry flavor included in a giveaway promoting a new Willy Wonka reboot.

Drew shuffled through the rainbow-colored arrangement until he found the electric blue garment his wife desired. Putting on the skin tight fabric had long become clockwork; powering on the infused tech – the automatic flashlight, Bluetooth headset, air filter, and breathing apparatus – had become routine. Several refinements went into the Vore Suit over the years. The current model was made to be extra breathable and flexible. The fabric contoured around the wearer's skin tight enough as to be nearly imperceptible to both predator and prey, all without sacrificing the protective layer separating the flesh from the stomach's gastric acid. And the design had been refined to look sleek and stylish, like a comic book superhero.

Once he was set, Drew stepped out of the closet and returned to his wife waiting for him on the bed. Jess watched her husband from above with great anticipation, licking her lips as she drank in his musculature filling out the suit. She in turn had changed into a lace negligee, accentuating her motherly curves and leaving little to the tiny man's imagination.

Jess bent down over the side of the bed and snatched her prey off the floor, lifting him high into the sky between her fingers. Her peach scented hand lotion traveled through Drew's mask, the suit's air filter not activating until it detected a drop in breathable oxygen, giving him the chance to fully appreciate his partner's body.

Skipping the foreplay, Jess brought her man to her mouth and opened wide. Her humid breath rolled out like a cloud, swallowing the tiny before she even had the chance. Columns of spit connected her hard palate to her tongue as it stretched out over her lower lip. Her teeth glistened in the dimly lit room, pulling all of Drew's attention towards her.

Jess pressed her lover into the living water bed, her taste buds converging onto their target to electrify their master's senses. A loud purr reverberated out from her mouth, vibrating Drew's meager frame like a massage chair set to maximum strength. The tiny lied there helplessly as his wife pulled him into the darkness, her sealing lips closing him off from the light.

With the lumbering fingers off his back, Drew could finally move freely, but only for a moment before Jess sent him crashing into the roof of her mouth. She sucked on him like a hard candy, groping his pecks, his abs, and his bulge with her tongue. The suit kept the copious amounts of saliva pooling around him from entering his mouth and clogging his throat, but the thin membrane allowed him to feel the bumps of his wife's tongue and the grooves of her palate as they dug into him.

Jess sat back on her bed and savored her husband, swirling his puny body around her mouth. She pressed him against the inside of her cheeks, amused by how far it stretched for him. She made sure he touched every square-inch of her tongue, front and back, top and bottom, and either side. She could spend the whole night sucking on him, using her tongue as either a mattress for him or a weighted blanket. By this point in their relationship, Drew knew the inside of his wife's mouth and stomach better than much of his own body. If someone showed him endoscopic pictures of several people's guts, he'd spot Jess’ out in a heartbeat.

The two didn't speak. There was no need for words. They simply basked in each other's love and made the most of their unique bond. Somewhere in the back of Jess’ mind, she delighted in knowing that Jackie could experience the same level of intimacy with her partner, a love that transcended physical boundaries.

Knock-knock!

Jess swallowed, startled by the sudden sound at her door. She froze where she sat, the pleasure erupting from her full throat dulling her reaction speed.

“Mom? It's me.” Jackie's voice trickled in from the hallway. Feeling her husband move past her chest and praying her pounding heart wasn't too loud for him, Jess shot out of bed and ran to the closet, pulling out a robe and hastily wrapping it around her shoulders.

“Sweetheart, what's the matter?” Jess asked, opening the door. As soon as their eyes met, Jackie dove in for a hug, burying herself in her mother's embrace. Jess was taken aback at first, but she quickly recovered and held her daughter close.

“I love you, Mom.” Jackie's heart pounded against Jess’.

A soothing warmth washed over Jess, the older woman breaking out into a smile. “I love you too, sweetie.” The two stood there and held in the moment, Jess giving her daughter all the time she needed.

After a while, Jackie finally pulled away. She looked past her mom around the bedroom, noting the empty bed. “Where's Dad?”

Jess' eyes went wide. “Oh, uh, he, um. He went to the bathroom.”

“Oh, okay.” Jackie stepped back towards her room across the hall. “Well, goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” Jess shut the door behind her and leaned up against it. She could hear Drew laughing his ass off inside her, his cackling echoing up her throat. She smacked her stomach from the outside, knocking the tiny over within. “Quiet, you.”

******

Alena brought her overnight bag into the guest bedroom and changed into her pajamas. Guilt still wracked her brain, Alena going through in her head how she would apologize to Jackie in the morning. She hoped the larger twin would forgive her. The thought she ruined their friendship was too much to bear.

As she took her top off and unhooked her bra, Alena froze. She turned and scanned the bed. It was empty, the sheets undisturbed. She looked out the window but found nothing out in the fenced in backyard. Alena took a deep breath. Her anxiety was playing tricks on her, making her believe someone was watching her.

Alena threw on an old T-shirt and removed her pants, ignoring the unnerving sensation of eyes trained on her bum. After putting on a thick pair of sweats, Alena placed her glasses on the nightstand and slid under the covers. She closed her eyes and tried to push away the evening's lingering regrets, but any attempt not to think of them brought them further to the forefront of her restless mind.

Amidst her wallowing, Alena felt a light pressure on her crotch. It was likely her sweat pants bunching as she lied back, so she stretched her legs and readjusted herself. But the feeling didn't subside, slowly crawling further towards her waist. She rolled onto her side and closed her legs, and that seemed to put a stop to it.

Hypotheticals played out in her head. Jackie crying, yelling at her, refusing to speak to her, denouncing their friendship. A happy ending wasn't within reason, a distant fantasy Alena knew was too good to be true. She was so beside herself, she didn't even catch that the pressure escaped her thighs and reached her waistband. But then, two spindly limbs prodded the skin under her shirt.

Alena started at the unsanctioned touch, hurling her sheets off the bed like a woman under siege. It took all her willpower not to scream and wake up the whole house. She pulled up her shirt in a panic and found the intruder, the two-inch tall woman crawling on her belly.

“Lynn?!” Alena shouted in as hushed a tone as she could muster, squinting to make out her puny lover within her foggy vision. Alena reached over and grabbed her glasses, the woman on her tummy becoming all too clear. “What are you doing? Where are your clothes?”

Lynn lied naked on her lover's tummy, head resting in her hands and feet swinging through the air. “You didn't think I was going to sleep in my old bedroom, did you? And leave my fantabulous girlfriend all by her lonesome?”

“Hold on, I didn't see you enter. How long have you been hiding under there?” Alena picked Lynn up by the waist and dangled her before her scowling face.

“I quit counting after the first eternity. It's rude to keep a girl waiting, y'know.” Lynn flailed her arms to keep her balance but was otherwise unfazed by her current predicament. “But don't beat yourself up over it. That peep show you gave me made for a worthy apology.”

Alena dropped the girl into her other palm, Lynn landing on all fours like a cat. “You still haven't explained why you snuck into my bed.”

“Do I have to spell it out for you?” Lynn cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted. “Sex! S-E-X! I want to bone, girl!”

All the blood rushed to Alena's head, warming her cheeks and diluting her senses. “Absolutely not. I'm in enough trouble tonight as it is. I am not going to have sex with you while your parents are in the next room over.”

“Technically, Pierce's room is between ours.”

“And it's the size of a shoebox. That doesn't count.” Alena rubbed her eyes with her free hand. “I'm not in the mood, anyway.”

“Fretting over what you said earlier? There's no need to stress about that. It's not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal? I promised Jackie I'd keep her secret safe, and I went and spilled it to the two people she least wanted to find out.” Alena's eyes reddened. Speaking it out loud made her want to cry. “You wouldn't understand. I struggle with making friends. What I have with Jackie means so much to me, especially with how she distant she is towards other bigs. And I went and threw it all away!”

“Relax, babe. You're overthinking this. Dad went and talked to her. And knowing him, he probably let it slip that Mom's into the same kinky shit she is, so Jackie’s got nothing to worry about. You're in the clear!” Lynn raised her arms in celebration, but her girlfriend didn't appear convinced. “I mean, I'd still apologize to her in the morning if I were you. She'd appreciate that. But your friendship isn't in the gutter over this. Besides, I'm kinda glad you outed her like that.” Lynn looked down and drew circles into her girlfriend’s palm. “If you hadn't let it slip, I was considering doing so myself.”

“Really? Why?”

“After hearing about what your mom said to you, about how she's treated you your whole life, I don't know, it worried me. How would our parents react if they found out Jackie wasn't ‘normal’?” Lynn adopted a solemn expression, one Alena rarely, if ever, saw. “Would they yell at her? Punish her? Shun her? I didn't think it possible, but I had to be sure. I needed to know I wasn't wrong about them. I needed to know they're good people.” Tears welled in the tiny's eyes. Her naked body shivered in the open.

Alena draped her free hand around her partner, embracing her in her moment of need. Lynn swallowed her tears and held her lover's giant fingers close. “I've only known them a short while, so it's not my place to say, but your folks are nothing like mine. The amount of love they've shown me, a guest in their house, is more than my mom is capable of. And the way they talk about you two, the way they look at you guys, I can't even fathom how proud they must be of you both.”

“Thank you. You’re right, but it helps hearing it said.” Lynn nuzzled Alena’s finger tip, her solemnity fading back to her usual chipperness. “I realize I'm being stupid. After the lengths they've gone for Jackie, it’s insane to think they’d push her away.”

“You’re not stupid. You just care.” Alena brought in her palm, pressing her nose into Lynn, the tiny hugging it tight. “About Jackie. Me. Even Pierce.”

“Nah, I only care about Pierce for Jackie’s sake,” Lynn said. Alena pretended to believe her. “But you and Jackie? Yeah, there’s no one more important to me.”

“Not counting yourself, I assume.”

Lynn clicked her tongue. “Obviously.”

Alena pulled her lover out to gaze at her, at the visual splendor that was Lynn Richards. To think the perfect woman fit so easily in the palm of her hand. How she fit her massive ego into such a minuscule frame was beyond Alena, but in her eyes, the little lady’s confidence was well-earned.

“Glad to see you smiling again,” Lynn said, breaking her girlfriend from her trance. “You must be in a better mood now.”

“I am. Thanks to you.”

“So, we can get to fucking now, right?”

Alena forgot the reason Lynn was in here to begin with. She breathed a heavy sigh, blowing Lynn’s flowing hair off her shoulders. “The answer’s still no. Not in your parents’ house. I’m trying to leave a good first impression, remember?”

“Come on, even if they do catch us, you won’t get in trouble. They’ll know I’m to blame.” Lynn’s reasoning and persistence had no effect on her girlfriend. A shiver ran up her spine, and the naked tiny clutched her arms, goosebumps spreading across her bare body. “Fine. Can I at least sleep between your titties? It’s fucking cold. For real this time.”

Alena rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the smirk forming on her face. “Alright, you can sleep on my chest. But if I feel you go any lower, then I am taking you back to your room and your sister can deal with you tonight.”

Alena tugged open her T-shirt’s collar and led Lynn inside, stuffing her tiny partner between the unbridled breasts. Lynn squealed, leapt out of her girlfriend’s hand, and burrowed between the heavy mounds, fatty tissue barreling on top of her as she wormed her way inside. Alena laughed as all but a pair of kicking feet disappeared from her overhead view. She gave her boobs a quick squeeze, the tiny’s pulse beating hard against her own, and then returned to her pillow. Closing her eyes, Alena found the lingering thoughts had finally gone dormant, and in no time she fell asleep, joined by her beloved.

******

‘Twas the night before Thanksgiving, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, except for one giant mouse.

Jackie tossed and she turned, asleep in her bed

While visions of her boyfriend danced in her head.

He wasn’t that far, only a few rooms apart,

But she wanted him near and close to her heart.

Without opening her eyes, Jackie sprang to her feet

And walked to her door, chasing a dream ever so sweet.

She entered the hallway, not a soul in sight;

And approached the guest room with her eyes shut tight.

A few steps later, she dropped to the floor,

And with a rap from her finger, knocked on the tiny door.

Groggy and confused, Pierce answered the call,

“Jackie? Do you need something?” he asked first of all.

But Jackie did not answer, for she was asleep;

Instead, she grabbed him with nary a peep.

Shocked though he was, Pierce sat calmly in her fist,

Having no choice but to join her on this unexpected tryst.

“Jackie, where are you taking me?” he asked as if she’d respond;

But the truth of the matter lied in the couple’s bond.

She returned to her room exactly as she left it,

And with her prize in tow, enjoyed a hard-earned respite.

Smuggling Pierce in proved easy enough,

So snuggling the tiny ought not to be tough.

Lying down in her bed, she stuffed him into her shirt

For even unconscious, she was just a big flirt.

Not that Pierce was complaining, cuddling Jackie’s ample chest;

The sound of her heartbeat lulling him to rest.

With her other half to complete her, Jackie stirred no more,

Left to dream pleasant dreams of love and vore.

The house fell silent with every piece in play,

Each lover with their partner at the end of the day.

And despite all that occurred, the future looked bright;

A Happy Thanksgiving for all, and for all a good night.