Twin Sizes by TerryLarka

 Morning rays shimmered through Jackie's bedroom window, caressing her soft skin and pulling her gently out of a pleasant dream. Yawning, Jackie sat up in her bed and stretched her arms skyward, her breasts pushing together in the process. That's when her brain jolted awake.

A squirming mass had taken residence in her cleavage. Still waking up, Jackie was more curious than startled; she tugged at the collar of the oversized T-shirt she wore to bed, and looking down at her rack, laid her eyes on the source of the commotion.

“Pierce?” she asked, her lips curling into a wry smirk. The tiny, just waking up himself, looked up at his girlfriend from between her heavy pillows. “Did you crawl into my shirt while I was sleeping? I didn't know you could be so naughty!” Delighted by her lover's unexpected presence, Jackie squeezed her boobs together, grinding her man between her ample flesh and filling his ears with her racing heartbeat.

“H-hold on, I didn't crawl in here!” Pierce had to shout with his face buried in titflesh, Jackie's passionate assault threatening to drag him deep into her valley's depths. “You grabbed me last night and stuffed me in here.”

“Um, no I didn't? I think I would have remembered that.” After a few good squeezes, Jackie finally relented, allowing Pierce to bob to the surface. She stuck her hand past her collar and petted her boyfriend with her finger.

“You were sleepwalking. I tried talking with you, but you wouldn't wake up. It's not like I could stop you, so I just went along with it.”

Jackie wrapped her fingers around Pierce and brought him out into the light, holding him just below her puffy lips. “I'm not upset. You don't have to cook up this absurd excuse for my benefit.” Her morning breath poured out over the tiny as she spoke. What would be considered a noxious odor to most smelled incredible to the lovestruck tiny. The rich fragrance filled him with more energy than a cup of coffee. “I love you.”

“I'm telling you the tru-” Pierce was interrupted by those pillowy lips crashing into him, suffocating him with her body once more. Pierce gave in and pecked the vermilion wall back, returning Jackie the favor by giving her a morning pick-me-up. “-th. I know it sounds ridiculous, but that's what happened.” Pierce pulled back, scooting towards the base of his girlfriend’s fingers, and crossed his arms defiantly. “I love you too.”

“Fine. If you're going to be so adamant about it, I'll believe your silly story. But I hope you understand that I like it when you take the initiative.” Jackie pecked him with another kiss, the tiny maintaining his defiant posture under the duress of Jackie's gentle pressure.

“Noted. Are you feeling better after what happened yesterday?”

Jackie nodded. “Sorry for freaking out like that. When they found out I like eating people, I was afraid they'd send me to a psych ward. I've been bottling up that part of me for so long, I couldn't think straight once it was out in the open.” Pierce uncrossed his arms and laid his palms flat against his girlfriend’s, eliciting a smile from Jackie at the tiny's touch. “But then I talked to Dad, and apparently my mom has a vore kink too. Ugh, I feel weird just saying that.” The skin beneath Pierce crawled as the giant Jackie winced, a shiver running up her spine at the thought of her mom and dad engaging in … She shook her head and wiped the disturbing image from her mind. “Anyway, it's nice that we can relate to each other on that level, though now I feel dumb for thinking I had to hide this part of me for so long. Apparently being a man-eating monster runs in the family.”

“So, I had every right to fear your parents after all.”

“Please, you think I'd let another woman get her hands on my prey? As if.” Jackie's tongue poked out from its den and ran across her lips, allowing Pierce to see the reflection of his silhouette in the thin layer of spit it left behind. “My happiness is your only concern. No one else matters. Because if you stop pleasing me as my boyfriend, well,” Jackie stuck her tongue out and licked her treat's tender body, purring as his taste danced into her mouth. “Let’s just say there are other, less humane ways you can satisfy me. Maybe not the fairytale ending I have envisioned for us, but a happily ever after all the same.”

Wiping the drool from his face, Pierce met Jackie's mischievous grin with his own. He stood up and walked over to her wrist, stopping at the precipice of where her hand met the air. Looking out over the edge, Pierce was struck by the same awe mountain climbers felt upon reaching the peak, the sensation that the world was a much smaller place to the gods above.

“Where are you going?” Jackie asked, her predation interrupted.

“I'm taking the initiative.” Pierce jumped off his girlfriend’s hand and dove onto her chest, her round landing pads breaking his fall. He rolled backwards once bouncing off her tit, but recovered by grabbing her T-shirt before plummeting off the curved cliffside. And before Jackie had the chance to react, her lover scrambled up her chest, clinging to her shirt's fabric, and tossed himself over the base of her collar, tucking himself away in her chest from whence he awoke.

Feeling the tiny worm his way into her cleavage, Jackie grabbed her breasts and smashed them together, grinding the twerp against her welcome embrace. “Congratulations, baby,” Jackie jeered. “You just postponed your snack sentence by another day.”

******

After spending a half-hour playing with her boyfriend, Jackie stepped out into the hallway in her pajamas, carrying a mussy Pierce in her open palm. At the same time, Alena stepped out of the guest room in her PJs, holding an equally mussy Lynn in her hand. The two bigs locked eyes, noted their tinies’ conditions, and held back their laughter.

“Good morning,” Jackie said before erupting into a yawn.

“Morning.” Alena turned her gaze downward and ruminated on the prior night's events. Jackie's mood seemed to have improved since she last saw her, but the guilt ate at Alena nonetheless. “Listen, Jackie, I'm sorry for outing your fetish, especially after you told me to keep it a secret. I get why you were hiding that from your family, but of course I had to go and open my big dumb mouth.”

Jackie closed the gap between her and Alena, forcing her friend to look her in the eyes. “It's fine. I know you didn't mean to let it slip. And it all worked out, so no harm done. I'm sorry if I made you worry.” Before Alena had a chance to reject that apology she didn’t feel she deverved, Jackie looked down at her sister to address the little lady lounging in her girlfriend’s hand. “What about you? Think any differently of your big sister now?”

“Not at all. I'm still baffled it took you so long to discover the incognito tab.”

Jackie started back, her face bright red. “T-they don't teach you about it in computer class! You've known this whole time?”

“Jackie, my dear sister, when are you going to get it through your thick head that I know everything. I don't care what you get up to in the bedroom; I'm not going to judge. I'm just glad this was passed down to you and not me. The thought of choking down all this woman makes my throat hurt.” Lynn slapped the palm that held her, delighted by the flustered expression her giant girlfriend wore.

“What about the opposite? You ever dream of Alena swallowing you whole?” Pierce asked from the other woman's hand. Jackie and Alena stood close enough that the gap between their partners was minimal, short enough for one tiny to hop over to the other.

Lynn sat up and squinted at Pierce. “What are you getting at?”

Pierce shrugged. “I'm just curious if under all that bravado, maybe little Lynn yearns for her partner to put her in her place. I know I'd get a kick out of seeing that.”

Lynn appeared before Pierce like an apparition, crossing the gap between hands in the time it took him to blink. The tiny twin stood a quarter inch shorter than him and weighed half as much, but the icy glare boring through his skull terrified him all the same.

“Put me in my place? I'm not sure where you think I stand but I guarantee it's far above the dirt you call home.” Lynn’s tone didn’t waiver, each word clad in steel and sharp as a knife. “Despite that, I like to think of you as a friend, lowly as you are compared to me. But keep running your mouth and all that will change. You don't want me as your enemy, Pierce. That's a mistake you won't live to regret.” Lynn turned around, whipping her hair into Pierce's face, and returned to her lover's palm.

Amidst the cold sweat breaking out across Pierce’s body, one takeaway stood out among the hoary frost of Lynn's threats. “We're friends?”

Lynn looked back at Pierce, her steely glare having softened. “Of course. I wouldn't let you date my sister otherwise.”

Pierce took a strange amount of comfort in hearing her say that. Between the literal man eater and little miss Machiavelli, he couldn't think of anyone whose care he'd rather be under, confident in the twins’ unyielding loyalty to those closest to them.

“You don't have a say in who I date,” Jackie butted in, taking umbrage with her sister overstepping into her love life.

“Sure, Jackie. Keep telling yourself that.”

Before Jackie could argue further, her stomach erupted in a loud gurgling, nearly knocking Pierce off his feet. The smell of bacon and eggs wafting in from the kitchen became suddenly apparent to all those present.

Alena was about to make the suggestion that they carry on over to the source of that delightful aroma when her stomach burst into a gurgling fit of its own, harmonizing with Jackie's. The two bigs looked at each other, nodded, and made for the kitchen. Lynn, laying back into her lover's soft palm, stared at the wall of gut beside her. She wondered what the inside of her girlfriend’s stomach looked like, if Alena was as gorgeous on the inside as she was on the outside, before swiping away the intrusive thought.

In the kitchen, Jess and Drew slaved happily over their respective scaled stovetops. Jess alternated her attention between pans sizzling bacon, scrambling eggs and frying rice. Further down the counter, Drew worked in his mini kitchen, cooking up pre-beaten eggs poured from a small carton, frying crumbled maple sausage, and toasting bread slices only a fair bit larger than the average crumb. While Jess set aside three plates for the larger eaters, Drew had an extra fourth with him, preparing Jackie an additional tiny size plate to deter her from nabbing food off her sister’s.

“Oh good, everyone's up.” Jess twisted the knobs on the stove, turning off the flames. “Breakfast is just about ready. Alena would you mind getting everyone seated and dishing out the food? I want to talk with Jackie before we eat.”

“Sure thing, Mrs. Richards.” Alena held her hand out towards Jackie's, allowing Pierce to bridge the gap to where Lynn sat. Both guests looked back at the larger twin and noted the apprehension on her face, but they complied with their host's request regardless. After the tinies were seated at their table, Alena took Jess’ place at the stove and filled three plates with food.

Jess placed her hand on the back of Jackie's shoulder and led her to the living room, sitting her beside herself on the sofa. Jackie struggled to maintain her mother's gaze, her eyes flicking to the floor every few seconds, but Jess’ composure remained unfaltering. “I understand that this will be an awkward conversation for the both of us, and I'm sure that you’d rather not have it, but I believe being open and honest with each other is what's best for our family. I think it's safe to say we learned a lot more about each other last night than either of us ever intended to reveal.” Jackie nodded, glancing at her mother and then back to the floor. “You know you have nothing to be ashamed of, right?” Jackie nodded again, her glance lasting a little longer this time. “I don't know what your experience was like, but I was so scared when I discovered this side of me.”

Jackie looked up. “You were?”

“Yep. It wasn't long after I started dating your father. He was the first, the only, tiny I've ever been with.” The ends of Jess’ lips lifted up into a soft smile, heartfelt memories flooding her mind. “I was so nervous back then. I scrubbed my feet three times a day. I emptied the corner store's shelves of breath mints. I wouldn't leave my apartment until every crease and wrinkle was ironed out of my clothes. It just seemed like, given the size difference, every little thing I did was under the microscope. Which was ridiculous; your father is more considerate than any big I dated prior. When I asked if I could feel what it was like to hold him in my mouth, he didn't even hesitate. He had more faith in me than I had in myself.

“It started simple enough: I'd play with him in my mouth, taste him whenever I could. We spent an afternoon sampling him in whatever I had in my cabinets.” Jess paused to chuckle, her daughter joining her. “Things continued to advance from there. Not long after, I was having dreams of devouring him for real. I'd wake up in a sweat, convinced I really digested him before finding him on my pillow, sleeping next to me without a care in the world. I found about vore online, and I tried finding comfort in watching videos and sucking on gummy bears. But the truth had to come out, I couldn't hide this side of me from the man I loved.

“I was sure he'd break up with me. I would if my girlfriend thirty times my size told me she fantasized of eating me. But when I confessed, you know how he responded?” Jackie’s eyes were glued to her mom, invested in the story she was telling. “He said, ‘Alright, I’ll need a spacesuit, a bungee cord, and a few antacid tablets. Let’s make this work.’” Jess burst into laughter upon recalling the fond memory, and Jackie joined her, covering her mouth as she giggled at the thought of her dad actually attempting such a harebrained plan. “This was before Vore Suits had been invented. We really didn’t have any options outside of roleplay. But your dad did everything in his power to make me happy. He probably would have dove down my throat if he ever got his hands on a spacesuit, consequences be damned.

“All that to say,” Jess placed a hand on her daughter’s leg, “I had a lot of support from my partner, despite how scary my fetish should be to him, because we love each other and trust one another. Ultimately, that’s what this kink is all about: trust. As long as you trust your partner, and he trusts you, then you have nothing to worry about. And me, your father, your sister, we will always support you, and we will always trust you, no matter what.”

Jess wrapped her arm around her daughter’s shoulder, and before she could move any further, Jackie leaned in and hugged her. “Thanks, Mom, for understanding. That means a lot to me.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” Interrupting the moment, Jackie’s stomach rumbled loud as a roaring engine, sending her blood rushing to her blaring cheeks. Jess simply smiled and laughed. “That’s enough talking for one morning. Go on and get some grub.”

“Thank God. I’m starving.” Jackie leapt off the sofa and bolted to the kitchen, her stomach empty but her heart full.

******

Heather looked out the limousine’s tinted window at the endless stretches of cornfields. Travelling so far from the city on the ground was rare for the heiress; most times her destination was far enough to warrant riding in one of the Suzuran family’s private jets, or at least one of their helicopters. But given the Richards didn’t have a landing pad in their backyard, her best option was taking the Cadillac limousine for a spin, sitting in the back while her chauffeur drove the two hours out to her friends’ childhood home.

Heather didn’t mind the travel time too much though with her boyfriend sitting idly on her shoulder. Of course, there were other spots on her body she’d prefer he occupy, but Javi had cleaned up nicely for the holiday gathering, and she didn’t want him to meet the twins’ family smelling like ass. But pits maybe? No, she fought off her urges, content with leaving him on her shoulder for the ride there.

While his girlfriend stared out the window, Javi scooted across her shoulder to lean his back against her neck, resting in the shade her head provided as if he were sitting beneath a tree. Her pulse pounded in a steady rhythm behind him, and with his hands locked behind his head, the tiny flirted with the idea of sleeping the remainder of the trip away.

Feeling Javi’s faint heartbeat on her skin, Heather entered a state of zen, unwilling to move a muscle lest she break the euphoric peace consuming her. She stared out the window, at the picturesque field laid out below a painted blue sky, and relished the moment as if it would last an eternity. But fate would prove that not to be the case.

Heather spotted a car parked further down on the side of the road, a woman opening the hood only to be greeted by billowing smoke. Breaking her reverie, Heather leaned forward, careful not to upend her boyfriend's balance, and opened the divider window between her and the driver.

“Pull over, Jules. We should see if they need help,” she said, pointing at the smoldering car out the window.

“Are you sure, my lady? There's no telling what sorts of people we'll run into out on the open road.”

“Come on, man. It's Thanksgiving. We gotta help if we can.” At his mistress’ request, Julius pulled over to the side of the road, stopping the car a few yards from the other. Javi pushed himself off Heather's neck and returned to sitting on her shoulder, resting his feet on her protruding clavicle while she got out of the car.

“Hey there! Need any help?” Heather walked up to the woman under the hood, her designer clothing standing out amongst the endless backdrop of corn stalks.

The woman turned around to face the heiress, a dreadful scowl adorning her features. She was an older woman, somewhere in her early fifties, with long black and grey hair and a chubbier build. Her eyelids were painted in a strong black liner, and under her jacket she wore a tank top bearing the faded logo of mini-metal band, the Four Limbed Spiders.

“Unless you got a spare engine in that fancy car of yours, I don't see how you can,” the woman said in a huff. She scanned Heather, noticing the tiny on her shoulder, and lowered her guard. In her experience, bigs chummy with tinies tended to have good characters. As she approached, Heather noticed a tiny too, a man standing above the smoking car's headlight.

“Hate to say I told you so, but I knew ignoring the check engine light was going to bite us in the butt.” The man appeared to be the same age as his larger partner. He tied his long brown and grey hair into a ponytail and wore a thick beard on his chin. His beat-up flannel shirt matched his well-worn jeans; the old couple looked as if they were on their way to a classic rock concert.

“That fucking thing’s been lit up for years. How was I supposed to know today was the day it actually meant something.”

Heather covered her mouth as she fought back a laugh. She could tell from the way they spoke to each other that these two had been together a long time. She stepped closer towards the vehicle, her and her boyfriend trying to make out the state of the engine beneath all the smoke.

“If Pierce were here, he'd be able to offer a more accurate diagnosis,” Javi said, “but I think it's safe to say tightening a bolt isn’t going to get this thing back on the road. It's gonna have to be towed.”

“Great. And we're still forty miles out from our friends’ house.” The woman kicked at one of her tires, shocked the wheel didn't pop off its axis.

“Are you heading south too? We can give you a ride,” Heather offered. She turned to her chauffeur who had been standing beside the Cadillac keeping watch on his charges. “Jules, call for a tow truck.” And then back to the woman. “You can give my butler your address, and he'll find a mechanic near where you live. Just send any invoices to this email,” Heather airdropped her family's contact info to the couple, “and we'll get everything settled. Oh, and Jules will give you a lift back as well. I assume you're visiting someone for the holiday. We are too, but we're going to ride back with our friends anyway.”

The old couple stared at the heiress with blank faces, blinking a few times and then glancing at each other.

“Who the hell are you?” the woman asked.

“I'm Heather Suzuran.” Heather held out her hand, shaking the woman's and then the man's with her finger.

“I'm Javi,” he said with a wave. “My family name's not as important.”

“Sasha. And this is my husband, Jeff.”

“‘Sup.” Sasha lowered her hand for her husband to climb on, lifting him close to her chest. She wanted to ask why the hell these strangers were doing do much for them for nothing in return, but she figured now wasn't the time to be looking a gift horse in the mouth.

“Nice to meet you. Just tell Jules here where you're headed, and we'll drop you off.” After Julius got off the phone with a towing company, he led his charges and their guests to the back of the limousine, opening the door for them.

“Right. We're headed to 237 Clover St. Like you guessed, we're visiting our friends for Thanksgiving.”

“How odd.” Julius’ brow furrowed as Sasha stood at the door holding her husband. “It seems we share a destination.”

“You know Jackie and Lynn's folks?” Heather asked, her and Javi as dumbfounded as the other two.

“The twins? I've known their mom since we were toddlers, long before we were allowed to live with tinies.” Sasha entered the limousine and took a seat, placing Jeff on her thigh. Heather and Javi joined them, sitting beside them with her tiny remaining on her shoulder, and Julius returned to the driver's seat as they waited for the tow truck to arrive. “Judging by your age, I'm guessing you two are friends from school.”

“Suzuran, you said? Where have I heard that name before?” Jeff stroked his beard in quiet contemplation. “Isn't that like a pharmaceutical corp? Or maybe it was insurance?”

“It's actually a conglomerate. We own businesses in pretty much every industry,” Heather explained.

“So, you make your money by buying companies who do all the work for you?” Sasha asked.

“That’s one way to put it. We started out as a small, family-owned electronics store in Akihabara and gradually blew up from there. Now, Suzuran Holdings is responsible for investing in startups and reputable companies across each continient, using our vast resources to raise the global standard of commerce and stimulating economies the world over.” Heather spoke faster than it took to think up the words, the PR babble drilled into her head from a young age.

Jeff whistled in response. “That explains why you're so gung ho to pay for everything. How'd the girls come to mingle with such high society types?”

“Heather’s no different from the rest of us at school,” Javi said from his girlfriend’s shoulder. “She works as hard, if not harder than we do to keep up her grades. And she's really down to Earth. It's not until you see her pad that you're reminded she's one of the wealthiest people in the country.” Heather smiled hearing him back her up, though she could have done without that last part.

“Well, we appreciate what you did for us today,” Sasha said, leaning back into the seat and stretching her arms atop the backrest. “You could have drove on by, and we wouldn'ta blamed ya. You didn't know we were headed to the same place. So, thanks.”

“Don't mention it. I'm glad everything worked out.” The group of four continued conversing until the tow truck arrived, and then picked it back up once they were on their way to their destination. While Heather did miss the private time she had with Javi, the older mixed-size couple had plenty of stories to entertain them with. And truthfully, Heather’s patience had decayed so thoroughly that their presence was the only thing stopping her from shoving her boyfriend up her ass for the remainder of the trip.

******

Jackie answered the front door upon hearing the doorbell ring, loud chatter following her as she opened it. “Aunt Sasha! Uncle Jeff!”

“Hey, kid. How’s college treating ya?” Jackie closed in for a hug, Sasha patting her back as they wrapped their arms around one another.

“Jeez, Lynn. You’ve really grown since I last saw you,” Jeff said from his wife’s shoulder, patting Jackie on the cheek.

“Ha! Grandpa Walker already made that joke.” Jackie turned from her family’s friends to greet hers standing behind them. “Hey, guys! Glad you could make it.”

“Sorry we’re late. We had to make a stop on the way.” With Javi on her shoulder, Heather held a bottle of wine in one hand and a covered bowl of tabbouleh in the other, handing them off to Jackie as they entered the house. While the young’ins said their hellos, Sasha set her husband down on the red tape placed on the floor and made for the kitchen to help Jess out with the big feast.

“Wow, did you make this, Heather?” Jackie asked, opening the lid on the Lebanese salad.

“Javi helped.”

“Barely.” Javi waved off Heather’s attempt at modesty. “I told her what it was and helped her find the ingredients. You’ll be impressed when you try it.”

“I’m sure!” Jackie then checked the wine bottle, her eyes locking onto the year printed on the label. “1951? This isn’t, like, uber expensive, is it?”

“You don’t want to know,” Javi said, shaking his head.

“Shut up!” Heather lightly flicked her lover, knocking him onto his side. “It really isn’t.” For whatever reason, Jackie didn’t believe her.

“Well, come on in, and make yourselves at home. We've got the game on, and we have plenty of snacks. Dinner should be ready in about an hour or so. Just be sure to keep your feet off the red tape. Oh, and I can take your guys’ jackets.” Jackie gestured for Heather to hang her coat over her arm with her taking Javi's and laying it on top. Hands and arms full, the larger twin carried Heather's stuff off to the kitchen before hustling to the master bedroom to pile their jackets with everyone else's.

The Richards household was teeming with life, bigs and tinies chatting and hollering at one another throughout the house. Jess’ parents, her cousins, her friend Aaliyah, Alena, and Lynn all bunched together on the U-shaped sofa bordering the living room. Drew's friends and relatives did the same on the coffee table in the center, occupying the tiny furniture nestled beside large bowls of chips and dips. To them, the flat-screen displaying the football game was bigger than the jumbotron at the actual stadium. An older woman, one of Drew's aunts, shouted at some tiny kids as they ran down the coffee table stairs, reminding them to stay on the red tape. In the kitchen, Jess, Sasha, and their friend Macy did everything from checking the turkey, to mashing the potatoes, to opening the can of cranberry sauce. Pierce helped Drew and Keiko with preparing the tiny fixings while Chris, Drew's best friend and Keiko's husband, stood back, drank beer, and provided insightful commentary.

“Heather! Over here.” Alena waved her friend down from the couch, leading the heiress to a familiar face among the multi-sized crowd. She crossed the living room, careful to step over the red tape and avoid the youngsters playing tag at her feet, and sat down in a wooden chair set beside the sofa.

“Makes me think we're still at school with all these tinies around,” Heather said, sitting beside Alena. She grabbed Javi and set him down on the sofa's armrest next to Lynn, both tinies in view of everyone around. “I've never had to watch my step inside a house before.”

“It's wild, isn't it?” Alena leaned on the arm rest, Lynn sidling up to her lumbering elbow. “I used to believe a scene like this was impossible.”

“You're not the only one,” the thin, black woman sitting next to Alena said. “I couldn't believe my ears when Macy told me Jess was dating a tiny, and I couldn't believe my eyes when I actually saw them together. But looking at all this, I'm impressed with the life they built for themselves.”

“That's my auntie, Aaliya,” Lynn said from the armrest. “Auntie, this my friend, Heather.”

“Pleasure.” Aaliyah offered the heiress and her partner a slight wave and a thin smile.

Auntie? Heather scanned the woman in disbelief. Despite being in her early fifties, Aaliyah’s beauty far outshone her age. Her skin was smooth and flawless, and her curly hair was more voluminous than Alena's, the nineteen year old shooting jealous glances towards the Venus next to her.

“Where’s Pierce?” Javi asked the other tiny on the armrest.

“Helping Dad in the kitchen.”

“I can take you there,” Heather offered even though stepping into a kitchen on Thanksgiving intimidated the hell out of her.

“Please, allow me.” With an otherworldly grace, Aaliyah rose from the couch and waltzed over to the end, resting her hand palm up before the tiny man. “I’m headed there anyway.”

Heather watched her boyfriend’s reaction like a hawk as he stepped onto Aaliyah’s perfectly straight, manicured fingers and walked over to her palm, callous free and devoid of the rubber scent that never left Heather’s hands no matter how hard she scrubbed. Was she jealous of a fifty year old woman with a wedding band around her ring finger holding her boyfriend? Not consciously, but flames fueled by the rhombus proved difficult to extinguish.

Javi looked back at Heather and waved a momentary goodbye, the smile he shot her dousing the bright green inferno smoldering in her heart. A passenger in Aaliyah’s palm, he rode her hand into the kitchen as she traveled effortlessly through the giant house. Upon entering, the two were greeted by the controlled chaos of a Thanksgiving meal’s day of preparations.

“Honey muffin, what brings you to these parts? Has my guardian angel come to save me from this warzone?” Pausing what she was doing, Macy sauntered over to her lover and embraced her. Aaliyah lowered her occupied hand to her waist while she wrapped the other around her partner, the two locking lips and sucking on each other as if they had been separated for ages.

Javi watched them from below, blushing as the living skyscrapers pressed their chests together. Much like her wife, Macy aged finer than the wine Heather brought, her flowing hair sporting a vibrant blonde and her breasts as full and vivacious as a twenty-something's. Macy brushed her thigh against Aaliyah’s hand as she pushed herself into her, seemingly oblivious to the tiny man she just knocked off his feet. Stranded in Aaliyah’s hand far above the ground, Javi had no choice but to wait for her to finish so she could take him to his friend.

“I wanted to see you again, my sweet. That, and I could use a drink.” Aaliyah separated from her lover and lifted Javi back to chest level, Macy finally noticing her wife's passenger.

“Hello there, little fella.” She waved at him like he was a puppy in a cage. “You must be one of the twin’s friends. It's so good you could make it.”

“Javi. Yeah, uh, I was looking for my friend, Pierce. Heard he should be with Jackie's dad.” Javi scratched the back of his neck, trying to remain strong beneath the pressure of the buxom woman's attention.

“Oh, they're right over there on the counter. I'll take you to them.” Without warning, Macy pinched Javi's chest between her thumb and forefinger, amused by how fast his heart raced against her fingertip. She dangled him through the air as she approached the countertop and set him down beside the group of tinies working the mini-kitchen. Once the tiny was back on solid footing, Macy winked at him and returned to her lover.

Javi took a deep breath and quickly located Pierce who was dicing a slice of a carrot into mince. “Dude, did you see those two just now?” Javi asked, his face still bright red.

“Yeah, I know.” Pierce wore a faint blush himself. “The blonde one wouldn't stop petting me when she got here, not until Jackie finally got fed up with her.”

“Macy's quite the character, but she's great once you get to know her.” Drew joined up with the boys, chewing on the crispy, broiled skin of a gecko. “You must be our rising star. I missed last night's game what with company over, but I heard you were dominating out there.”

“This is Jackie's dad,” Pierce said while chopping.

“Nice to meet you, sir. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“The lizard's just about done. Want some skin?” Drew broke off pieces of the jerky he held and handed them to the boys.

“Damn. That's good.” Traditionally, tinies served gecko at Thanksgiving in lieu of the birds that didn't fit in their houses let alone their ovens. Some folks served garter snake instead, and several households would offer field mouse in addition, but a roasted gecko stuffed with all the fixings became tightly linked to the holiday's identity.

“If you think that's good, then you would lose your mind trying Jess',” Keiko said, moving a steaming pot off the stove. “That woman cooks our food better than most tinies I know. Sometimes I wish I married her instead.” Keiko gave the side eye to her husband and his third bottle of beer.

“Sure, but does she come with my charming personality?” Chris asked in retort.

“I hope not; for Drew's sake.” Keiko grabbed Javi by the arm and led him to the pot. “Here. Stir this for two minutes, and then place the pot in that oven.”

Javi complied, standing next to Pierce as they completed their tasks and the adults, two of them anyway, got back to work.

“How's the food coming?” Jackie loomed over the countertop, taking a break from helping her mom. She eyed the assortment on display, struggling to decide which looked more appetizing: the food itself or the guy slicing carrots.

“Try for yourself.” Drew held up another piece of lizard skin he had broken off, the flake a little smaller than his daughter’s fingernail. Jackie pinched it between her fingers and tossed it into her mouth, her face lighting up as soon as it touched her tongue.

“Mmm. I’d say it’s coming along nicely. Don’t forget to save me a plate.”

“How could I?” If I don’t, you’ll eat off all of ours.

******

Within an hour, the guests gathered around the dining room table with their plates piled high. The big food was set at the kitchen table, with those of the larger size gathering their grub before sitting down, while the tinies’ spread was laid out on the miniature banquet table smack dab in the center of where the bigs sat. Jess and Drew sat at their respective heads with their daughters on one side to them and the kids’ partners on the other.

“Alright, everyone. Before we dig in, let's go around the table and each say what we’re thankful for this year.” Jess closed her eyes and meditated on all she had to be grateful for. Picking just one thing from the bunch was near impossible. “I’m thankful for my family and our friends, and that we’re still as close as ever after all these years.”

Drew went next. “I’m grateful that my daughters are doing well in their first year at college.”

“I’m grateful for the new friends I’ve made and the understanding everyone has shown me these past few months,” Jackie said.

“I’m thankful for my girlfriend and all that she’s taught me.” Everyone at both tables was taken aback by Lynn’s modesty, shocked that her gratitude was directed towards someone else this year.

“I’m thankful for, uh …” Pierce scratched his temple. He wanted to express his love for his awesome girlfriend but couldn’t phrase it in a way that wouldn’t embarrass the both of them. “... my friends and the people I’ve met.”

“I’m grateful to be in the presence of so much love, that you all can come together and celebrate like this, and that you’d allow me to join you.” Alena clasped her hands together and bowed her head, as if reciting a prayer.

“I’m glad my life is full of great people,” Javi said quickly and elegantly.

“I’m thankful for good friends and good food,” Sasha said before glancing at Heather, “and to all the good Samaritans out there.”

Heather’s eyes moved between the five people she had grown so close with over the past few months. “I’m grateful for all the friends I’ve made who see me for who I am.”

The others went around and each offered their thanks, mostly to friends and to family, and then the feasting began.

While there was some ambient chatter, most people only heard the clanking of silverware on plates and the gnashing of teeth into the crispy skin of both bird and lizard. The twins each got a drumstick from their respective animal. As they ate, Pierce regularly checked on his girlfriend, peeking over his shoulder after every couple bites.

“Dude, relax. She’s not going to steal your food,” Javi said, nudging Pierce’s arm. “Not in front of her whole family.”

“I can never let my guard down around her. She has a six sense for that. It doesn’t matter where we are or who we’re with, she will destroy me if I’m not careful.” Pierce’s words rung out in a hollow tone, the despondent utterances of a weary soul. Javi sighed and returned to his plate, savoring the small sprigs of parsley and mint he took from his girlfriend’s salad.

“Heather, this tabbouleh is delightful,” Jess said between bites. “Jackie said you made it yourself?”

“H-huh?” Heather quickly choked down a glazed yam. “Thank you, Mrs. Richards. I’ve been, uh, I’ve been learning how to cook recently.”

“Is that so? Good for you. I’ve got loads of recipes. See me before you leave, and I’ll give them to you.”

“Do you have any for tiny food too?”

Jess broke out into a smug smirk. “Enough to fill a whole book. And mine are better than what you’ll find online; I wrote down notes on how best to handle tiny appliances and ingredients with these tubby fingers we have.”

The heiress’ eyes sparkled with glee. “That’s incredible! I always struggle lifting those puny pans without spilling them.”

“Oh, I actually have these grippers. They’re perfect. They’re kinda like tweezers, and I use them to pick up little objects and twist tiny knobs. I have a few spares I’ll give you.”

“You’re too generous. You don’t have to …”

Jess waved Heather off. “Don’t be ridiculous. I want you to have them.”

“But …”

“You may as well give up, Heather,” Drew advised, chuckling. “There’s nothing you can say that will change her mind.”

“Hush you.” Jess poked the back of Drew’s chair with her index finger, tilting it ever so slightly forward, not enough to knock him off it but enough to remind him that she could. “Jeff, Sasha, how’s the record store doing?”

“Business has been booming,” Jeff said, tearing a hunk of gecko meat off the bone. “Retro comes around in cycles, and right now everyone and their old ladies are feeling nostalgic for the days when music was worth listening too.”

“You guys run a record store?” Javi asked. “My dad has some vinyls he’s been meaning to get rid of.”

“Well, if you stop by, make sure you talk to Jeff and not me. His rates are so generous it’s a miracle we’re in the green.”

“Hey, I know a classic when I see one, and I ain’t letting good shit slip through my fingers,” he said to his wife, his mouth half full with lizard.

“Watch your language at the dinner table,” Lynn chided, waving her fork around to punctuate her point.

“Pierce, can you pass me the stuffing?” Jackie asked. Pierce peeked over his shoulder and locked eyes with his towering girlfriend. The innocent expression she adopted did not fool his battle-hardened perception. Jackie had made the first move, her simple request the initial step in enacting her cruel machinations.

Pierce analyzed the setup like a chess player, calculating each potential variable that spilled forth from Jackie’s opening maneuver. The bowl of stuffing was across from his plate towards the table’s middle. He’d have to reach forward to grab it, but with Jackie seated behind him, his body would block off his plate from her, meaning the act of grabbing the bowl was not where Jackie would strike. Not fulfilling her request wasn’t an option; he had no excuse not to, and he couldn’t appear rude with her father sitting next to him. There was the slim hope that Javi, who was technically closer to the stuffing, would act unprompted and pass it in Pierce’s stead, but Pierce couldn’t rely on such chances, especially with Javi’s naive insistence that he was being overly cautious.

“Sure thing.” With no other options at his disposal, Pierce leaned forward in his chair and grabbed the bowl, his plate guarded by his body as he predicted. His mind raced as it formulated counter strategies against each of his girlfriend’s potential plans. When would she strike? How? Javi was right about one thing: she wouldn’t want to make a scene in front of her family. Jackie would be operating with discreteness as her top priority.

Pierce turned in his seat to hand off the bowl, but the sight that awaited him made his blood run cold. He expected Jackie to simply take the bowl directly from his hands, but in all her cunningness, she spelled out his certain doom. Her hand lay flat on the table behind him, her upwards facing fingertips waiting for Pierce to hand her the bowl. This was disastrous. He had no way of reaching her without getting out of his seat, leaving his plate utterly defenseless.

He had fallen into check, pinned to the corner by the enemy queen. It was too late to back down; the bowl was in his hand, he couldn’t refuse her now. She would never move, for she had no reason to sacrifice the advantage she claimed. And Pierce couldn’t ask her to come grab it herself with her father sitting right beside him; he’d look like a lazy bum. Pierce was trapped on all sides. His only option was to walk forward into checkmate, his Thanksgiving dinner ruined by his girlfriend’s superior tactics.

Admitting defeat, Pierce got out of his chair and slumped over to his girlfriend’s hand, placing the bowl of stuffing smaller than a contact lens on the tip of her middle finger. He didn’t need to look up. Pierce watched the shadow of her other arm spread across the table as she reached for his plate, moving with such deftness that it drew no attention from anyone else seated around either table. But then a miracle occurred.

“Pierce, you dropped your napkin,” Alena said, her fingers blocking Pierce’s plate as she reached over the tiny table to grab it off his chair. To avoid crashing into the other hand, Jackie retracted hers, preventing her from nabbing her prize. Pierce looked back as the scene played out. From the tiny’s perspective, one of the sconces illuminating the room hung directly behind Alena’s head, enshrouding his saviour in a halo of light. Pierce practically skipped back to his seat, taking his napkin back from his good friend Alena.

“Thank you,” he said, choking back tears. Alena shot him a wink and a smile.

Jackie, on the other hand, froze in place, paralyzed by the knife jutting from her back. She regretted forgiving Alena earlier that morning for the prior night’s transgression. Breaking their promise by revealing her secret fetish was peanuts compared to the betrayal Jackie felt in this moment. She seriously doubted their friendship could continue after this.

“Sweetheart, could you pass the stuffing my way when you’re done with it?” Drew asked, breaking Jackie from her shock induced haze.

“Huh? Oh, sure.” She used a tiny spoon to scoop a crumb sized dollop of stuffing onto her tiny plate and handed the bowl to her dad. With a tiny fork, which was about the size of a shortsword to a real tiny, she maneuvered her minuscule food to her mouth, but it lacked the je ne sai quoi only present in food stolen from her boyfriend.

Pierce, meanwhile, enjoyed his untampered dinner with renewed gusto, reveling in the holiday cheer permeating throughout the Richards’ house.

******

“And for the pork chops, you want to cut across the ribbon of fat to keep it from curling up in the pan,” Jess told Heather as they joined the others in the foyer. Evening had long transitioned into night, and the six college students were the last to leave after helping the Richards clean up.

“Thank you so much, Mrs. Richards. I can't wait to take a stab at these.” Heather moved all the photos she took to an album labeled “Recipes,” taking so many that she had to delete a couple apps to make room for them.

The rest of the gang were waiting at the front door, jackets on and ready to go. With her husband on her shoulder, Jess walked up to Jackie and gave her a hug, Drew doing the same with Lynn on Jackie’s shoulder.

“We're going to miss you both so much. Please, keep in touch.”

“Mom, we'll be back for Christmas,” Lynn said as the bigs pulled themselves, and their two passengers, apart. “It's only a month away. You don't need to get all sappy.”

“I know, but seeing you again reminded me how much I love having you around.” Looking at her girls, Jess’ eyes got watery around the edges. The twins grimaced, ready for the oncoming waterworks. “You both can stay over for winter break if you'd like. I'll keep your room clean, and make you breakfast, and we can bake Christmas cookies together, and …”

“Hon, leave them be.” Drew wiped a tear rolling down Jess’ cheek, soaking his whole hand in the process. “They've got their own lives to live. We can't meddle in them forever.”

Jess sighed and turned her head to smile at her husband. “I know. You're right. But still …”

“It was a pleasure meeting you both,” Alena said, bowing. “Thank you again for having me.”

“Of course, dear. You're welcome back anytime.” Jess’ words enveloped Alena in a warmth she knew she'd miss the moment she stepped out the door.

“And Pierce,” Drew said from his wife's shoulder. The younger tiny waited in Alena's palm while the Richards family said their goodbyes. “Remeber to keep your arms at your sides and your legs close together. Don't want to become a choking hazard.”

“U-uh, yes sir.” Pierce's flushed face was priceless. Drew had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing. The glare he got from Jackie only made it better.

The group all said their farewells and piled into Jackie’s SUV, Jess and Drew waving goodbye from the front door as they drove off. Heather took shotgun with Alena in the backseat and the tinies seated on their platform atop the center console. Except for Lynn. She stood and stared daggers at her giant girlfriend as Jackie peeled away from their childhood home.

“OK, fine.” Alena grabbed her grinning girlfriend and shoved her beneath her sweater, stuffing the little lady between her breasts. Buried in boobies, Lynn wiggled and writhed until she got herself cozy in the supple flesh surrounding her. The vibrations traveling up through the car and into Alena's body sent her breasts jiggling enough to massage the tiny, sending Lynn into such a bliss that she struggled to remain conscious. And Alena had to admit, holding that tight little bod so close to her heart sent it aflutter.

“Your parents are so cool,” Heather told the twin still present in the car. “To think, they've been together since the twenties. I can't imagine what dating a tiny would have been like back then.”

“Yeah, for sure.” Jackie stared out into the open road, her thoughts distant from what was happening in the car. That morning, she decided to quit hiding. She wanted to open up about who she was to those she trusted, to toss out the shame she had harbored for years and embody her authentic self. But even then, finding the words was tough, and saying them was even tougher.

“Heather, Javi, can I make a confession?” Jackie asked, glad driving gave her an excuse not to look at them as she spoke. The two didn't respond, instead giving their friend the room to talk. Jackie took a deep breath and let it all out. “I have a vore fetish. I fantasize about eating people, particularly my boyfriend.”

Javi looked up at Heather who looked down at him, the two silently deciding which one would come out and say it. Javi turned back to Jackie.

“Yeah, we know.”

Everyone in the car lunged forward as Jackie slammed on the brakes. “You what? How?” A horn blared from the pickup truck behind them, the driver flipping off the twin for stopping out of nowhere. “Shit. Sorry.”

“Hate to tell you this,” Javi continued, “but you weren't very good at hiding it.”

“And I told Heather,” Pierce admitted, fidgeting in his seat. “I needed her help reserving a room at the Vore Hotel. I'm sorry.”

Jackie glanced between the three beside her, struggling to make sense of this revelation. “And you guys don't mind?”

“Why should we?” Heather asked. “It's none of our business so long as you don't hurt anyone, and we all trust you not to do that.” The heiress offered a knowing smirk to Pierce, recalling how staunchly he defended his partner on the subject.

Alena leaned forward, inserting herself between the front seats. “You're our friend, Jackie. We know you aren't going to start kidnapping people to munch on.”

Bold of you to call me your friend after the shit you pulled at dinner, Jackie thought, glaring into the rear view mirror. If Alena wasn’t so kindhearted, there’d be Hell to pay. “Now I feel dumb for trying to hide this for so long.”

“Would you feel better if we shared with you our kinks?” No one but Javi noticed, but Heather had been bouncing restlessly in her seat from the moment Alena stuffed Lynn in her bra.

“You don't have to do that. I doubt any of you want to turn your partner into protein.”

“In that case, just keep your eyes on the road if you'd rather not know.” Using the gripper Jess gave her, Heather released the buckle on Javi's seatbelt and then snatched him up from the center console. Before Javi had a chance to protest, he found himself tucked beneath the collar of Heather's shirt and brought to her open armpit, sweaty and waiting for its tiny worshiper. It was her left pit, one Javi was ecstatic to see after neglecting it in favor of her right for so long.

Heather lowered her arm and sealed her boyfriend within the pocket of sensitive skin. It delighted her how quickly he got to licking, his tiny tongue a pleasant reminder of his devotion to her.

“Now that hits the spot.” She wasn't going to shove Javi up her butt with their friends present; that could wait until they got home.

Jackie and Pierce blushed at each other, realizing they were the only decent ones left. But the fact her friends were so open around her eased Jackie's concerns regarding her own vulnerability. Trust went both ways, and Jackie knew she could trust these guys with her life just as they could her. She glanced at Pierce every chance she got, the tiny smiling up at her, awaiting her inevitable request.

“Hey, I was thinking …” Pierce already had his seatbelt off. “... of wearing socks to bed tonight …” Jackie preferred to sleep bare foot. She only wore socks in bed if a certain someone was occupying one of them. “... so if you don't mind getting a little wet …”

“For the whole trip? Let me know if I lose my flavor.”

“You won't.” Smiling a wide, toothy grin, Jackie pinched her boyfriend between her fingers and lifted him to her lips. “You're my mint that never melts, my everlasting gobstopper. I won't tire of your taste ‘til the day I die.” Without taking her eyes off the road, she kissed Pierce and tossed him into her mouth, sucking on the tiny while she focused on driving. Pressed against the roof of his girlfriend’s mouth, Pierce dotted her tongue with kisses, smothering her taste buds with his lips and causing a steady purr to rise from her throat.

The two hour ride went by in a flash, time flying for each couple enraptured by their other half. The clock struck midnight upon reaching their destination. But even after they exited the vehicle, the love they shared lasted far beyond a single tank of gas, continuing onward into the endless unknown.