Twin Sizes by TerryLarka

 Pierce looked out over his snow covered driveway with a shovel in hand. It had snowed a whopping one centimeter the night prior, not enough for the bigs to come clear it out, but enough to hinder a tiny if not dealt with.

Typically with larger snowfall, bigs come through at pre-announced, scheduled times to clean up the tiny district. In ancient times, northern tinies built structures high off the ground, in trees or other vegetation, to avoid getting buried in snow. Closer to the modern era, when tiny districts began popping up, tinies stocked up over the winter and bunkered down in their homes, and only emergency services braved the weather through the use of tunneling contraptions and underground passageways. Nowadays, bigs come through the tiny district during heavy snowfalls and suck up the snow using vacuum devices strapped to their backs. These vacuums melt the snow and blow it into the air as steam to avoid pileups. All tiny residents are required to stay indoors during these announced times – not that they can leave their houses with that much snow burying them in – but in case of emergencies, the vacuum’s hose contains sensors that shuts the device off if it detects the presence of tiny life signs within it.

But a centimeter of snow was enough for a tiny to manage, so Pierce got to spend his Friday evening out on the driveway shoveling.

“Hey, baby. Ready to go to the party?” Jackie strolled up the vacant street to her boyfriend’s house, towering over the suburban neighborhood. Her footsteps were light enough to go unheard, but only the blind could miss the human skyscraper traipsing through their neighborhood.

“Hey there. Gimme one sec, I gotta clear this up first.” In all honesty, Pierce had seen her coming from a mile away. Getting started on chores was hard enough as is, but doing so proved much tougher when there was a killer view distracting him.

Jackie cocked her head and bent down to the ground. She placed one gloved hand at the head of the driveway and scraped the snow off it into her other hand at the foot, forming it into a snowball and depositing it in Pierce’s front yard.

“There. Ready now?” she asked, patting the snow off her gloves.

“I guess so.” Pierce put the shovel away in his garage and crawled onto his girlfriend’s waiting palm. She lifted him high into the air and carried him through his hometown quicker than any car or bus could. Despite Jackie's frequent visits, he still hadn't gotten used to seeing his neighborhood from a bird's eye view. Moreso than attending a mixed-size university, the sight of the tiny district from Jackie's perspective reinforced how small he really was.

“I was told Javi was already at Heather's, so we'll head straight there, just the two of us.” Jackie's cheeks flushed red from the cold, and her breath blew out in clouds. Riding in her hand, Pierce thought about one of the vore scenarios she gushed over, the one where the big puts the tiny in their mouth to warm them up. They almost always wound up getting swallowed, but Pierce sympathized with those hapless tinies out in this weather. He nuzzled up against Jackie's curled fingers and used them to shield himself from the elements.

“Are you cold?” She brought Pierce closer to her face, closer to her mouth. The hunger in her eyes was not lost on him. “It might sound far-fetched, but I have an idea on how to warm you up.”

Pierce's sigh broke out into full-on laughter, puny puffs of vapor escaping with each breath. “Nuh-uh. I ain't falling for that one. I'm perfectly warm in your hand.”

Jackie pouted, nonplussed that her loving boyfriend wasn't playing along. “But you'd be so much warmer in my mouth. Feel my breath.” Jackie huffed a cloud of warm air into her hand, warming Pierce in an instant before the cold weather chased the welcome humidity away. Underneath the overpowering scent of mint were traces of garlic, tomato, and basil; she had eaten Italian for dinner, most likely pizza or spaghetti, but Pierce needed more evidence before ruling out lasagna entirely. “Does that change your mind?”

Her tactic was working. After her breath faded, the returning cold felt more frigid than before. Maybe spending the ride to Heather's in her mouth was a good idea after all.

Pierce shook the temptation out of his head. Jackie always got her way, usually at Pierce's behest, but he didn't want to make it easy for her this time. “I don't know. The inside of your boot would be warmer, would it not?”

Jackie stopped at an intersection, waiting for the crossing traffic to stop before she continued walking. The cars below her drove past her feet unfazed, treating the giantess’ presence with the same nonchalance they'd pay a school bus or a garbage truck. “That wouldn't be very safe. I might ‘accidentally’ crush you.”

“Or you might ‘accidentally’ swallow me.”

“Oh, that wouldn't be an accident, baby.” Jackie glided effortlessly through the tiny district, avoiding cars and pedestrians while rarely looking away from the obstinate man in her hand. Reaching the high rises, a few tinies didn't even notice her pass by, those buried in their phones or lost in conversation, as Jackie was far lighter on her feet than the average big.

“It sounds to me like your hand is my safest bet, so I'm just going to stay right here.” Pierce crossed his arms and wore a smug grin, satisfied with himself for navigating his way out of his girlfriend’s ravenous whims.

“Aw, but Pierce, you're forgetting one important detail.” Jackie brought her hand ever closer to her mouth, her lips blocking Pierce’s view of all else. “I wasn't asking.”

Her tongue struck him like a deadly cobra, grabbing hold of the tiny with her spit and slurping him into her mouth. She pulled him towards the back of her throat and let him gaze down the dark pit resting beyond her uvula, having half a mind to swallow the stubborn fool.

“Ma’am, spit that man out into your hand,” One of the gate guard’s ordered, sounding more inconvenienced than concerned. With her focus trained on her lover, Jackie forgot where she was standing: at the border between the big and tiny districts where several guards were stationed. Most simply glanced in her direction, trusting the one guard was enough to stop a 5’4” woman from eating someone. But one wrong move would be enough to send them swarming. Frightened of further misunderstandings, Jackie complied and spat Pierce out, the tiny already waving his arms before he hit her glove.

“It’s okay! She’s my girlfriend. She’s just messing around.”

“S-sorry.” Jackie lowered her gaze. Her skin went pale, afraid she was going to be reprimanded, or worse, that they’d take Pierce from her. She didn’t want to deal with these people without him.

The guard just shrugged. “I figured as much. You'd have to be pretty brazen, or really stupid, to try and eat someone in front of us. But be more considerate, will ya? Most folk on this side get antsy seeing that sort of thing.”

Jackie looked around below her, noticing all the beady eyes staring up at her. Fortunately, most of the nearby residents overheard her half of the conversation and could assume the woman quietly strolling through without causing so much as a hindrance didn't mean any harm, but the young couple could at least get a room.

“I-it won't happen again.” Jackie kept her head down and passed through the gate into the giant side of town, keeping Pierce in her palm the rest of the way. As she distanced herself from the border, Jackie’s rapid heart rate settled, making this one of the only times she felt relieved to leave the tiny district and return to the world of bigs.

“Hey, I'm sorry for teasing you,” Pierce said, feeling like what just happened was his fault. “I'll sit in your mouth if you'd like. Less prying eyes over here.”

“It's all good,” Jackie said with a sigh, blowing a thick cloud onto Pierce. “Opening up to everyone has felt so freeing, but perhaps this is a lesson that there are times I shouldn't be so open about wanting to eat you.” Jackie giggled and kissed her boyfriend, her warm lips reminding him how cold he was. Pulling back, she looked at him shiver in her hand and smiled. “If you don't want to hang in my mouth, I could always stuff you in my coat. Or I guess I could fit you in my boot. If you really want, I could find a bench, take off my sock, and squeeze you in under my toes. We have a lot of options.”

Pierce's heads waged a brutal war against each other. The higher knew cheering Jackie up was the right thing to do, and that he'd find plenty of satisfaction in doing so. But the lower wanted to suck toes. It wanted to suck toes so bad. In the end, Pierce's heart had the final say in such delicate decisions. Only it could unite the two heads towards a common cause.

“I changed my mind,” Pierce declared, standing up in Jackie's palm. “Warming up in your mouth sounds like my best option. If you ‘accidentally’ swallow me, then so be it. That's a risk I'm willing to take.”

Jackie erupted into a wide, toothy grin, Pierce's own smile reflecting in her sparkling eyes. “A delicious morsel like you has nothing to fear. You're one of a kind; I can't eat you willy-nilly. Just be careful around my teeth. If you draw blood, I can't promise that my instincts won't take over.”

“What are you, a shar-Aaaahh!” Before Pierce could finish his thought, Jackie flung her hand to her mouth, tilting her head back and letting gravity deposit her sweetest onto her tongue. Lying on the living water bed, Pierce basked in the increasing temperature, the boggy climate an immediate improvement over the dreary outdoors.

Jackie checked her corners, ensuring no judgmental eyes were on her. She realized she should have checked that before tossing her lover into her mouth, but after being denied the satisfaction once, she couldn't wait any longer. Her tongue crawled all over his body, trying to unzip his jacket and get at the craveable flavor inside. The handsy muscle failed to receive the memo she was supposed to be warming him up.

Drenched in his lover’s saliva, Pierce let Jackie take the reins, his body a piece of driftwood at the mercy of the current. He went wherever her tongue brought him, toyed with as Jackie walked through the streets towards the nicer part of town where the ultra-elite made their residence. As much as they joked about it, Pierce never once feared she'd actually swallow him, accident or not. He trusted her. Staring at those rows of teeth, each housing the strength to grind his bones to dust, he felt completely at ease. The open chasm behind him leading to a deathly drop and a pool of acid held no sway over his peace of mind. He trusted her, and nowhere but beside her, or inside her, did he feel so safe.

******

A loud beeping rang out from the oven timer, interrupting the idle conversation occurring in the kitchen. Heather jogged to the oven, turned the incessant alarm off, and pulled the sheet of sugar cookies out and set it on the stovetop to cool. The fragrant scent of freshly baked cookies wafted up Heather’s nose, drawing her lips into a wide smile. Another batch done and dusted, unmarred by nary a burn.

“God, those smell good.” Alena snuck up behind Heather and reached for the tray before the heiress slapped her hand away.

“They have to cool first. And I’d like to see these ones frosted before you guzzle them down.” The crumbs framing Alena’s lips were all too apparent to Heather. Normally, she’d let such behaviour slide, maybe even join in on the fun, but she wanted tonight to be perfect. Heather was hosting a private Christmas party for her closest friends. Nothing crazy: eat cookies, exchange presents, hang out, drink. But it wasn’t that long ago that she expected Alena would still be her only friend by year’s end. Looking out over the counter where Javi and Lynn were frosting cookies, ones she made from scratch, and knowing she had two more friends on their way warmed Heather’s heart. So much so that it kept her from noticing Alena stuffing her face behind her back. “Hey!”

“Annnnnnd, there! Another one down.” Stowing her giant frosting tube off to the side, Lynn stepped back to appreciate the ornate wreath she finished decorating. Ornamental sprinkles and candy ribbons dotting layered, green frosting that made the circular cookie look as dazzling as a real Christmas wreath. Next to it sat a Santa Claus with frosting so neatly detailed, the reds and whites perfectly accenting the cookie’s natural tone, that it looked like it came directly out of jolly Saint Nick’s factory, perhaps better. Satisfied with her work, the little artist sucked the frosting off her fingers and checked in on her prep partner.

“Good timing. I just finished one too.” Javi shot her a thumbs up, proud and ready to display his handiwork. Lynn gave it a once over, then a twice over, and then a thrice over to make sure she was seeing it right.

“A spider biting into an orange?”

“It’s a basketball!”

Lynn gave the cookie another look, tracing the black squiggles over the orange backdrop with her eyes, nearly crossing them a few times. “Have you ever seen a basketball?”

“Have I-” Javi tugged at the jersey he wore. “I play it!”

“Then maybe you should get your eyes checked.” Lynn glanced at his other cookies and found them all similarly lacking. There was a blue snowman with yellow eyes and an orange mouth, a Santa that must've been covered in soot, and she couldn't tell what the third one was beneath all the sprinkles.

“Hey, guys. Got another batch for you.” Heather placed the second tray next to the first, keeping an extra pair of eyes on Alena. She was supposed to be helping the tinies frost cookies, not helping herself to them. When the coast seemed clear, she turned her attention to the others’ work. “Javi, these are supposed to be Christmas cookies, not Halloween.”

“It's not a spider!”

The group heard the penthouse elevator ping, saving Javi from further humiliation as Heather left to greet their friends. Lynn patted Javi on the shoulder and returned to her sweet smelling canvases.

“Don't worry, Javi. I gotcha covered,” Alena said, grabbing the orange cookie and biting the spider off of it. Grumbling to himself, Javi picked up his frosting tube and got to work on another one.

Heather stepped out into the penthouse's main room where Jackie and Pierce were waiting by the elevator. The entire suite was decked out in lights, holly, garland, and a variety of ornaments and festive nick-nacks. But the centerpiece was the staggering Christmas tree that reached all the way to the ceiling, painstakingly decorated from base to tip. “Merry Christmas!”

“Hi, Heather. Could I borrow a towel?” Pierce asked from Jackie's open palm. He was dripping wet, marinating in his girlfriend’s drool.

“Sure thing. Just follow me to the bar. I have some tiny towels there.” Heather led Jackie through the living room over to the in-house bar, fishing out a two-inch towel from a stack of regular ones behind the counter.

“I love what you did with the place. It's so festive,” Jackie said, twisting her neck to appreciate the abundant decorations. “How'd you get that Christmas tree up here? There's no way that fit in the elevator.”

“We lifted it onto the observation deck with a crane and then removed one of the window panes to get it inside. The decorators are really efficient. All this only took them a couple hours.”

It sure beats the fir twig we have at home. Pierce thought, drying himself off with the towel Heather handed him. Tinies obviously couldn’t fit an entire tree in their houses, nor could they cut or haul one, but the twigs of an evergreen proved just as fun to decorate to the human’s smaller counterparts.

“While I'm over here, either of you want anything to drink? The others are in the kitchen helping me with the cookies.”

“Do you have eggnog?” Jackie asked, taking off her jacket and hanging it off one of the bar stools. Once it was dry, she grabbed Pierce's off of him and tucked it away in her coat pocket along with her gloves.

Heather opened a mini-fridge and pulled out a cream colored bottle. “It has brandy in it. Is that okay?”

“Not a problem.” Heather poured a glass for Jackie and slid it across the counter.

“I'll have some too,” Pierce said. Heather pulled out a rubber cap and twisted it onto the bottle. Then, she tilted the bottle upside down for a second before placing it back on the counter and twisting off the cap. The rubber object worked similar to an eyedropper, catching the liquid from the bottle and allowing a big like Heather to squeeze droplets of the drink into a tiny-scaled glass without fear of spilling. It came in handy whenever she had Javi over for drinks.

Jackie took the first sip and cringed hard enough to give herself multiple chins. Pierce grimaced after taking his sip, hiding his disgust a slim bit better than his girlfriend.

Heather chuckled at her friends’ faces. “Too strong for you? You guys don't strike me as the drinking type.”

“No, this is fine.” Jackie took another sip. Her lips puckered as if she were sucking on a lemon.

“I only drink at parties.” Specifically one party in the summer of ‘44. He didn't like it back then either, but he wanted to look cool in front of his friends.

“I'll have Jules pick up some regular nog at the corner store. You guys don't have to drink this.” Heather tried putting the bottle back in the fridge, but Jackie reached over and stopped her, placing her hand over the heiress’.

“No need. This stuff’s an acquired taste, right?” She took another sip. Her eyes twitched, but the reaction this time was more subdued. “No harm in trying new things.”

Heather let Jackie take the bottle from her. “Hey, I'm not going to stop you. But don't feel like you need to put on a tough face for me. I've got plenty of non-alcoholic options if you guys need a chaser.”

“Thanks, but we'll be okay.” Pierce jumped into Jackie's waiting hand and choked down more of the nog, swallowing a “blech” along with it. With her man in one hand and the bottle in the other, Jackie followed Heather into the kitchen where Alena and the tinies were fussing over the cookies.

“Eat Javi's, not mine! His don’t lose their luster once you've chewed them up.” Lynn stomped the ground in a fit of rage, the wreath she worked so hard on reduced to crumbs on Alena's cheeks.

“But your love makes them sweeter.” Alena made a cutesy face, batting her eyelashes behind her glasses, but Lynn wasn't buying that shit.

“Also, I take offense to that,” Javi said, putting the finishing touches on a new basketball. “I may not be the artsy type, but I'm putting in just as much effort as you are.”

Following Heather, Jackie approached the rest of the gang, setting her boyfriend and the bottle of eggnog down on the countertop. “Oh, Halloween cookies. Very subversive.”

“They're not-” Popping a vein, Javi threw his frosting tube to the floor, stepping away from his friends to collect himself. “Nevermind.”

“Hold on, does that have alcohol in it?” Lynn glanced at the bottle Jackie brought in, its label stretching upward like a billboard ad. “And you're actually drinking it?”

“That's not a problem, is it?” Heather asked, placing the frosted cookies, the ones Alena hadn't already gotten to, in a bowl.

Lynn shrugged. “I don't know. Jackie's never drank before.”

“Yes, I have.”

“Sipping Mom's beer can by mistake doesn't count.”

A faint blush warmed the larger twin's cheeks. “... I thought it was root beer.”

“I've only seen Pierce drunk once,” Javi said, returning to the group. “Remember that party last year? You got super quiet, and that's about it.”

A faint blush warmed the tiny man's cheeks. “... I didn't want to say anything embarrassing. Also, that party sucked.”

Javi scratched the back of his head, trying to remember anything noteworthy from that night. “It kinda did, yeah. I was this close to hooking up with Amanda Hosier, but then that dumbass Jimmy cock blocked me.”

“What was she like?” Heather asked with a raised brow. Her looming figure cast a shadow over the tinies on the countertop, the darkest section amassing around Javi.

“Shorter than you. Louder than you. Not as smart as you are. Big mole on her left nostril. Terrible taste in men.” That answer appeared to satisfy his girlfriend, the towering woman stepping back and allowing the tinies to bask in the light once more.

Alena grabbed appropriately sized glasses for everyone from one of the cabinets and poured eggnog into each of them, using the rubber dropper for the tiny glasses and topping off Jackie and Pierce. “Cheers, everybody. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas!”

******

With the cookies done, the party moved into the living room, the bowl joining the bottle of eggnog on the granite coffee table. Alena, Jackie, and Heather sat together on the white silk sofa, each breaking off pieces of cookies to hand to their partners. The tinies sat across from them on the coffee table, sharing a mini couch Heather bought for the diminutive guests now frequenting her life.

“What'd you guys get on the English final?” Alena asked, leaning on the couch's backrest to face Jackie beside her.

“A seventy-nine. I swear that professor hates me.” Jackie finished off her glass of eggnog, and grabbed the bottle for a refill, using the rubber dropper to top off her boyfriend's as well.

“Can we not talk about school?” Heather bit the head off the blue snowman, saving the world from its horrific visage. “The semester's over, and we all passed. Let's move on.”

“Anyone want to bet on her lowest score?” Alena glanced around the room for takers. “I put twenty bucks on ninety-eight.”

“I'll get in on that.” Lynn opened up the cash app on her phone. “Ninety-four.”

“Are we going to the decimal?” Pierce asked, taking a swig of nog. Alena shook her head. “Eighty-six.”

“Let's make this interesting. Forty dollars says ninety-nine.” Javi raised the pot, the others stepping in line.

“A hundred!” Jackie shouted, beaming confidence into her towering friend. In her excitement, she almost spilled the remaining half of her cup.

Heather rolled her eyes. “Fuckin’ jerks. I almost don't want to tell you.” Ten eager eyes drilled a hole through her, waiting for her to declare a winner. She bit off the snowman torso and washed it down with nog. “Eighty-five. Pierce was closest.”

“Hell yeah!” The tiny celebrated by guzzling down the rest of his drink.

“That low?”

“It ain't my fault. World Religions 101! Piece of shit lecturer had the most monotone voice. I swear he wouldn't raise an octave if you punched him in the nuts.” Heather shoveled the rest of the snowman into her mouth, unleashing her frustrations on the doughy snack. “I almost fell asleep one class. I never fall asleep in class.”

“How's your GPA?” Javi asked, concerned about her arrangement with her parents.

Heather's expression softened. She choked down the snowman and reached out to Javi, holding his hand between her fingers. “Still above a four. I'm not going anywhere.” The young couple smiled at each other, only interrupted by Jackie leaning over them to grab more eggnog. “My next lowest was ninety-eight. I got hundreds on all my other finals. But seriously, enough about school. Where the fuck is Jules?”

As if on cue, the elevator door pinged, an older gent adorned in red and white jaunting into the penthouse suite with a brown sack hanging over his shoulder. “Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas!”

“Holy shit!” Jackie erupted into a giggle fit. “Heather, I knew you were rich, but I didn't know you bought out Santa.”

“Jules, you didn't have to get all dolled up for us.” Over a week ago, the group agreed to send their presents to Julius, who would sort, wrap, and deliver them come the party. This made it easier for the tinies to gift presents to their giant lovers considering they couldn't carry the things there. “But thanks. You're looking sharp.”

“Why of course, my dear. Santa always dresses to impress.” Jolly as a giant, Julius opened the sack and handed everyone their presents: big boxes for Alena and Jackie, smaller rectangular packages for Lynn and Pierce, and a sealed envelope for Javi. He then gave everyone but Heather another wrapped gift, these ones soft and not in a box.

“Nothing for Heather?”

“Those are from me,” Heather said, referring to the softer presents. “I know we agreed on one gift per person, but I couldn't help myself. But, um …” Heather glanced at her boyfriend on the table and then at the empty bag of gifts. “Is there nothing in there for me?”

“Your secret Santa advised me that you would prefer to open your gift in private. As such, I left it in your bedroom.”

Heather's eyes went wide as she gazed at her lover, her lower lip dipping behind her teeth. Javi shot her back a knowing smirk. With all the gifts doled out, Julius bowed to his charge and her friends and bid them adieu, exiting through the elevator whence he came.

“Oh wow, this is heavy.” Alena set her present in her lap, the square box eclipsing her chest. Jackie's was fairly large too, though shorter and more rectangular than Alena's.

Checking out the box in Jackie's hands, Javi leaned over Pierce's shoulder and whispered in his ear. “You didn't get her the you-know-what?”

“Her birthday is next month. I'm saving it for that.” Pierce downed more nog, praying his Christmas gift was good enough in the meantime. “Birthdays are the more important day.”

“How do you figure?”

“Because Christmas is for everybody, but her birthday is all about her. And her sister, I guess.”

“Very good, Pierce. I can't fault your reasoning.” Lynn sat with one leg crossed over the other. She swirled her drink around in her glass, carrying herself with sophistication as spoke to her fellow tinies. “The you-know-what will surely impress, but only if you stick the landing here.”

“You know what the you-know-what is?” Javi asked, pausing a moment to make sure he said that right.

“Say it with me, boys. I. Know. Everything.”

“You know everything,” they said in sync with her but with significantly less enthusiasm.

“Alena, you go first.” Heather egged her friend on, just as curious as she was what could be in that big box.

“Alrighty.” Tearing off the red and green wrapping paper revealed the brand name, “Dollhouse Designs” depicted over an image of a sleek, metal contraption with blades, needles, and measuring markers jutting over a stationary board. “A sewing machine?”

“Not just that. It also hems, cuts, ruffles, fastens, stitches; it's an all-in-one tool for making tiny clothing.” Lynn savored the growing excitement on Alena’s face as she read the features on the box. “If you're going to be a fashion designer, then you won't find a better model than me.”

“You want me to make clothes for you? Like, actual clothing?” Alena bounced in her seat, bobbing Jackie beside her while the twin finished off another glass. Every sketch from her notebook flooded her head, each design concept she drew onto Lynn soon to become a reality.

“If I'm not wearing Alena Washington originals next semester, then I’ll be forced to settle with name brand garbage. And I do not settle.” Fantasies of Alena measuring and dressing her perfect figure filled Lynn’s head. She wanted nothing more than to be her darling’s pristine canvas, flawless marble enhanced only by the delicate touch of a master crafter.

“I’ll order the materials as soon as we get back to the dorms. You’ll have to help me pick which designs we should try first.” Alena set the box down on the floor, tearing herself away from all the ideas springing forth to focus on her lover. “But that can wait. Your turn now!”

Lynn shook her gift, holding it to her ear. It was fairly hefty by tiny standards and made little noise bouncing around its packaging. Lynn closed her eyes and concentrated, deducing the possibilities lying behind the seasonal wrapping paper. Too heavy for makeup. Can't be clothing either. Tech? But what?

“We really gotta wait for you to guess it?” Pierce asked while Jackie refilled his glass. “I thought you knew everything.”

“It's called building suspense.” But she couldn't wait any longer herself, not with her darling’s pent up enthusiasm beaming down on her. Lynn tore into her present, tossing the shredded refuse at Pierce. Her eyes lit up as soon as she saw what waited for her within. “A drawing tablet!”

“I know you prefer your sketchbooks, but this one has a screen built in and runs its own art program, so it should be easier to learn.” Alena's little lady flipped the box around in her hands, reading all the features listed on the back. “And it has Bluetooth, so you can connect it to a larger screen. I hope this isn't selfish of me, but your art is so stunning, and I wish I could catch all the details without blowing them up through my phone camera.”

Without warning, Lynn set the tablet down and darted off the couch, leaping off the edge of the table towards her lover. Alena's head emptied as instincts took over, lunging forward to catch her girlfriend in her hands. Her heart beat so fast that Lynn could feel the giant's pulse rattle her bones. But she didn't care; that didn't stop her from wrapping her body around Alena's thumb and pelting it in kisses.

Alena wanted to shout at Lynn for scaring her, but she couldn't stay mad with her lover showering her in affection. She pulled the tiny in close to her chest and embraced her with her other hand, rubbing the knots out of Lynn’s back while she continued kissing the lumbering thumb.

“You're up next, Jackie,” Pierce decided to no complaints. The larger twin set her drink down on the table and dug straight into her gift. A featureless brown box greeted her, leading Jackie to undo the cardboard fastens sealing it shut. Or try to. Her fingers fidgeted as she mashed them against the box's side lip, missing the flaps as she guided them out of their slots. Frustration building, she eventually resorted to tearing the damn thing apart, finally bestowing her prize upon her.

Jackie's mouth went slack as she examined the device in her hands: an arcade fightstick decaled with custom Guilty Gear art. “Oh my God!” she shouted louder than she realized, the bigs beside her wincing. She set the controller on her lap, wiggled the joystick and hammered the buttons, filling the room with a clacking cacophony as she got a feel for its weight and intricacies. “This is perfect. The buttons offer just the right amount of resistance, and the stick doesn't feel loose at all. Thank you!”

Pierce breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't the you-know-what, but the look on Jackie’s face told him that it would hold her over until her birthday.

Once the initial surprise wore off, Jackie leaned forward, resting her arms on the controller as she gazed at her boyfriend, waiting for him to open his present. It took Pierce a moment to realize it was his turn, his reaction speed sluggish, but once all eyes were on him, he realized they were waiting for him.

His box was small, even by tiny standards, but had more heft than its size would imply. Unlike Lynn, Pierce didn't waste time guessing, neatly undoing the wrapping paper and opening the box with an unnecessary amount of delicacy, as if the act itself amused him.

“An alternator?” Pierce pulled the car part out from its container and gave it a once over. After a few seconds, his eyes bulged from their sockets, the tiny nearly dropping the steel part. “Hold on. Is this an original Gran Torino alternator? From 1972?!”

“Mmhm. My dad helped me find it. He knows a guy who knows a guy.” He also helped pay for it, the part a tad outside a college freshman's budget even after the friends and family discount.

“In this condition? This is insane!” Pierce clutched the alternator with both hands, treating it like a jewel once treasured by an ancient civilization. “This will run so much better than the newer one I bought. This one was actually built for the car in mind, so it's more compatible. The newer alternators have this problem where …” Pierce nerded out over 20th century car parts for five minutes, annihilating the festive energy once infusing the room. Jackie, however, listened attentively to every word, her focus glued to her boyfriend’s enthusiastic rambling despite not understanding half of what he rattled off about. His reaction was everything she wanted and then some. “Holy shit, thank you so much!”

“Alright. My turn.” With everyone else having gone, Javi unsealed the envelope addressed to him, pulling out two tickets. Like his friend before him, Javi's eyes flew out of his skull, the paper tickets flapping in his trembling hands. “A-are these Super Bowl tickets?”

“You betcha. Really good seats too. We'll probably see a bunch of celebrities where we're at.” The paper tickets in Javi's hand were just for show. The actual ones they'd use on game day were digital and stored on Heather’s phone. But receiving an email lacked the panache of opening a gift on Christmas.

Javi's heart pounded under the weight of his girlfriend’s generosity. Suddenly, a wave of doubts flooded his head. There was no way what he got her was good enough. He fucked up. He should have done more. He should have been better.

Heather noticed his trembling hands and got off the couch, kneeling before the coffee table and pulling herself in close to her partner's diminutive frame.

“Hey, don't think about the money. That's not important to me, nor why I got you this.” Heather rested her forefinger on Javi's shoulder, rubbing it until he calmed down. “I just want to spend time with you. Do fun things together. That's all.” Javi looked up into Heather's giant eyes, a soft smile forming at his lips, her touch bringing his heart rate back down. “And come on, don't tell me you've never wanted to go to the Super Bowl.”

“OK, yeah.” Javi stopped trembling and thought about what lied ahead. Attending the big game on Heather’s shoulder did sound like a hell of a time, and so many athletes show up for it that, with the Suzuran's influence, he was bound to meet at least one of his heroes there. Still, the anxiety over how she'd react to his gift to her refused to vanish entirely. “Thank you. I can't wait to go with you.”

“That's better.” She waited until she was sure Javi felt better and then removed her finger. “Here, let's have another dri-” Heather grabbed the towering bottle of eggnog on the table only to find it empty. The bottle was run dry, only a single drop rolled around as Heather twisted the thing in disbelief. “Who drank all the nog?”

Jackie turned away from the heiress. “It wasn't Urp! me.”

Standing up, Heather reached over and grabbed Jackie's face, squeezing her flushed cheeks into a duck face as she turned the twin back towards her. Jackie's dilated eyes wobbled as they focused on the heiress, and her breath reeked of alcohol.

“Jackie, did you seriously drink all of this?” The initial frustration in Heather's tone quickly morphed into concern.

Jackie pointed at the coffee table. “Pierce had half.”

“She's right.” Pierce nodded in agreement, his flushed cheeks matching his girlfriend’s. “I had as many glass fulls as she did.”

“You're two inches tall! You can't fit half the bottle in your stomach!” Heather shook it to punctuate her point.

“How are you feeling, Jackie?” Alena asked, a little tipsy herself.

“Fick as a fiddle.” Jackie shoved a thumbs up in Alena's face, the bespectacled woman crossing her eyes to see it clearly.

“I'll get you guys some water.” Before Heather could leave, Jackie grabbed the taller woman's wrist.

“Grab more nog while you're over there.” In the process of guzzling down the whole bottle, Jackie lost her distaste for alcohol. She understood its beguiling appeal and wanted more. Her buzz lifted her beyond the clouds, leaving all her worries behind on the ground far below.

“We're all out, and you've had enough as is.” Heather couldn't move, Jackie’s grip unbreaking.

“But you can't go yet. We all have another present to open.” The plastered twin refused to let go, her pleading eyes trained on the heiress. Heather saw her reflection in those large, dilated pools and found herself drawn into Jackie's wiles. Despite how wrong it felt, she couldn't deny her interest in seeing the once reserved Jackie bare it all in a drunken stupor.

Heather glanced towards the bar, weighed the consequences of not giving Jackie the chaser she needed against all the fun that could come from that, and sat back down. “Alright. Go ahead.”

“Yay!” The five of them each grabbed their remaining present and wasted no time in opening them, Jackie tearing into hers first and Pierce unraveling the wrapping paper the slowest. Pulling out the contents, each held their gift before them, a varying array of expressions adorning their faces.

Heather got them all themed Christmas sweaters. Red and green patterns clashed together under the cross-stitched patterns of blinking lights or falling snow. But what stood out the most was each sweater's centerpiece. Alena and Lynn's featured a big, bold “A” towering over a little, tiny-scaled “L.” Jackie and Pierce's were identical with a big “J” and little “P,” and Javi's displayed a giant “H” standing beside its tiny “J.”

“Aren't they adorable?” Heather bent over and reached under the couch, pulling out a matching sweater from underneath. She put it on over her top while the others’ attention remained transfixed on theirs. Silence permeated the room, a grinning Heather trying to gauge her friends’ reactions, until Jackie finally spoke up.

“Pfffffftttttt, hahahahahahahahahahahaha!” Jackie chortled hard enough to scare a clown off, her ceaseless croaking as dulcet as a toad's. Pierce joined her, his stunted giggling escaping his lips like the sound of a sputtering engine low on fuel.

“What's so funny?” Heather asked, her smile deflating into a frown. “I thought they were cute.”

“They are cute!” Alena shouted over Jackie's laughter, omitting how tacky they were as well.

“Yeah, they're tacky as hell, but in an endearing sorta way,” Lynn said, confused by the ire in the glare her girlfriend shot her.

“And they're really soft.” Javi already had his on, feeling the plush fabric on his arms. “Are these made with wool?”

The smile slowly crept back up on Heather’s face. “Alpaca to be precise. I considered cashmere, but I prefer a thicker material for winter sweaters.”

“Aw, Heather, I love it!” Jackie threw herself into the heiress, wrapping her arms around her shoulders and nuzzling up against her neck. Heather started at the sudden display of intimacy, but the twin's affection proved too infectious not to cherish. She leaned into the hug, understanding Jackie's intent through her awkward bumbling in expressing her feelings.

“You were right, Javi. This is really soft.” Pierce pulled his sweater over his head, surprised at how well it fit him. The perfect level of snug, cozy as a crackling fireplace illuminating a snowed-in cabin. His enfeebled mind drifted in and out of consciousness, the warmth enveloping him prying him away from his overstimulating surroundings. That is until Jackie set her sights on him.

“So cute!” Jackie ripped herself away from Heather and plucked her boyfriend off the tiny sofa. Encasing him in her closing fingers, she ran her arms through the sleeves of her sweater and poked her head through the neck hole, giggling like mad the whole time. Once her hand finally unfurled, Pierce saw the light for but a moment before Jackie blinded him with a kiss. Her upper lip smashed into his face, the stench of brandy and eggnog filling his nostrils, while her lower lip rubbed against his wool covered chest. “Ooh, and so itchy.”

“These are great gifts, Heather,” Alena said, the tiny in her hand breaking away to put hers on before embracing the giant thumb once more. “Thank you.”

Heather blushed, but she didn't look away. Seeing her friends together and happy was a gift in its own right. “Well, with all that settled, what would you guys like to do now?” Heather nudged Jackie's shoulder, though she failed to break the twin's concentration on the man in her hands. “Let's play video games. I bet I can beat Jackie now that she's wasted.”

“Normally, I'd call challenging her a fool's errand,” Lynn said from Alena's palm. Her giant girlfriend set her down to put her sweater on, and then snatched her back up before the little lady started whining. “But she's never played while under the influence, so who knows? You might have a chance for once.”

Jackie didn't interject; her lips were busy.

“In that case, let's make this interesting. I propose a wager.” Hearing that, Jackie finally joined the conversation, moving Pierce onto her shoulder. “If I win, Pierce uses the hundred-sixty bucks he scored earlier to buy us all dinner.”

“Wait, but that's my money.”

“And if I win?” Jackie asked, ignoring Pierce's complaint like the rest of them.

“Hmmm.” Heather put her finger to her chin, contemplating on the perfect reward for her pickled foe. “How about this? You win, and I'll foot the bill for your next three trips to the Vore Hotel.”

Jackie’s pupils contracted, her ditziness disappeared. A grim determination overtook her features. She positioned her new fightstick squarely in her lap and leaned forty degrees forward. “You’re on.”

A bead of sweat rolled down Heather’s forehead as she got up to turn her PS8 on. This was just supposed to be a friendly competition, but she recognized those eyes. Any athlete would. They weren’t the eyes of a spirited participant nor did they belong to an aspiring champion. They were the eyes of a survivalist, one who would kill or be killed before releasing their grip on the reins of victory. Winning wasn’t her game. Total domination was.

Nevermind, Heather, Lynn thought, seeing that all too familiar look spread across her sister’s steely visage. You don’t stand a chance.

“So, what game you guys picking?” Javi asked, attempting to ease the tension in the room.

“Doesn’t matter.” Worthless emotions such as joy, remorse, and sympathy, left Jackie’s tone, departing from her spirit all together.

“How about Street Fighter? I was pretty good at that as a kid.” Heather booted up the console and set it up so Jackie could sync her new controller to it, the twin doing so in the blink of an eye.

“Fine.”

“Not a bad choice. That’s probably Jackie’s worst fighting game.” Pierce spoke from experience. That was the game he got the most wins in against her, thirty percent of matches going his way.

Heather sat back down, Dualshock 8 in her hand, and booted up the game, sequestering first player rights to Jackie. Javi stepped toward the edge of the table and onto his girlfriend’s waiting palm, her hoisting him to her shoulder so he could face the IMAX screen hanging off the rushing waterfall’s display case.

Jackie mashed through the menus, remapping her buttons before blitzing through the stage select and character select screens. She picked Morrigan, her main, and tapped her foot while Heather scrolled through the list of world warriors.

“Pierce, you any good at this game? Who should I pick?”

“Why would I help you? You’re trying to win my money. Urp!” Pierce clutched his forehead, the booze wreaking its wicked work.

“Don’t pick Zangief,” Javi suggested. “That’s Pierce’s main, so she’ll know exactly how to counter him.”

“It doesn't matter who you pick. Jackie's the best at this game. She'll win no matter what.” Pierce crossed his arms and rocked back and forth, trying to maintain his balance on his girlfriend’s shoulder.

“Didn't you say this was her worst game?” Alena brought Lynn up to her shoulder, recognizing she wanted to be at the same level as the other tinies.

“Yep. And she's still the best at it.”

“Dee Jay.” Jackie grunted, her foot tapping faster. Heather was taking too goddamn long to decide. “Pick him. I suck against that matchup.” Jackie spoke the truth, having no need to play dirty. Heather could have picked any character. The results would be the same nonetheless.

“Hmmm. I'm going with Chun-Li. That's who I played back in the arcades.”

Jackie questioned why she didn't just pick her to begin with then, but the thought quickly subsided. The round was about to begin. Three trips to the Vore Hotel were on the line. In this singular moment, nothing else mattered. Nothing would keep Jackie from earning her prize.

“Perfect!”

“Perfect!”

“Perfect!”

It was over in the blink of an eye. Across three matches, Heather never got a single hit in. Jackie won all six rounds with a full health bar. The room went silent, wide eyes pointed at the screen. Victory firmly achieved, the tension dissipated from Jackie's body. She fell back into the couch, Pierce falling with her as he crashed into the soft silk backrest. As the adrenaline returned to normal levels, the buzz Jackie felt took control, annihilating her inhibition and ability to think clearly.

“Good game,” she said dreamily, offering Heather her hand.

Heather shook it, Jackie's arm going limp in her grip. “Right back at ya.”

Jackie turned her head to face the man on her shoulder, leaning it against the sofa as the two stared into each other's eyes. Everything else faded from their peripherals as they gazed at one another, Heather reconciling her utter defeat with the others producing nothing more than white noise to the drunken couple. The two simply looked at each other, their dilated pupils telling epic sagas in the span of seconds.

Eventually, Pierce broke the serene stillness, raising his eyebrows suggestively to his girlfriend. The corners of Jackie's lips curled upwards, surprised by her boyfriend’s forwardness. Her pupils darted to the left, inviting him to take this elsewhere, somewhere private. Pierce nodded hard enough to make himself dizzy. A wave of brandy-tinted breath washed over him as Jackie giggled, wrapping her fingers around him as she lifted him and herself off the couch.

“Where are you two going?” Heather asked, watching Jackie play with Pierce in her hand as she sauntered towards the elevator.

Jackie turned around, wearing a goofy grin. “I'mma phuck him.”

“Yeah, we're gonna make fuck,” Pierce said. Jackie bit her lower lip and wagged her hips, dreaming of all the fuck they were about to make.

Javi held his mouth shut, forcing back the bellowing laughter brewing within. Lynn and Alena weren't as strong, busting their guts watching Jackie squirm in a manner only the loving drunkards could find sexy.

“Are you sure that's a good idea?” Heather asked, the only one maintaining any sense of composure.

Jackie's grin soured into an indignant scowl. “He's my Pierce. I'll phuck him when I please.”

“Yeah, she makes fuck when she pleases.”

Heather dragged her hands across her face, wishing she could share her sobriety with these two goofs. “What I mean is, are you sure it's a good idea to have sex when you're both inebriated like this? I'm not normally opposed to drunk sex,” God knows I've needed it before, “but you could seriously injure him if you're not careful.”

“Jackie would never hurt me!” Pierce stood up in her palm, his fists clenched and his face a brighter shade of red. Heather started back, shocked by Pierce’s sudden temper, and the others quit laughing.

“Not intentionally,” Heather continued. “We all know that. But neither of you are in the right headspace at the moment. I'm just worried is all.”

“So, what?” Jackie attempted to narrow her eyes, one lid quivering while the other opened wider. “You wanna watch us do it? Like a vorer?”

“Voyeur,” Pierce corrected, calming down with the same immediacy that revved him up.

“That's what I said.”

“No, you said ‘vorer.’”

“No, I'm the vorer,” Jackie said, pointing at herself with her free hand. “She's the voyeur.”

“Ugh! Forget it!” Heather threw her arms up and fell into the couch, Javi attempting to comfort her by rubbing her cheek. “I'm not going to watch you guys ‘ph-huck.’ Just be careful, alright?”

“Why don't we show them to their room?” Lynn suggested, pulling on Alena's frizzy hair. “I'm ready to turn in myself, if you catch my drift.” Lynn leapt onto Alena's palm and waved to Heather. “Don't worry about those two. If Jackie has the wherewithal to trounce you in Street Fighter, she won't have any trouble handling her tiny bf. But on a more important note …” She motioned for Heather to come in closer, the heiress complying and bending forward. “... did you set up our room as I requested?”

A smirk carved across Heather's cheeks. “It's all there. Exactly as you specified.”

“Excellent.” Lynn cackled as Alena lifted her closer to her face.

“What are you two plotting?”

“Oh, you'll see.” Lynn bent forward and kissed the tip of Alena's nose, her puny peck lighting off fireworks in her lover's head. Alena had no further questions, knowing anything Lynn had in store was sure to delight. Noticing Jackie was already mashing the elevator button, Alena got up to follow after her.

“I'll call Jules to unlock the doors for you.” Heather messaged her butler waiting on the floor below. She had reserved hotel rooms for her guests so they could each spend the night in the laps of luxury. Granted, Jackie and Pierce were too far gone to appreciate their accommodations, and Alena would be distracted by the performance Lynn had planned, but providing them a place to stay the night was the least she could do for them.

After Jackie and Alena stumbled into the elevator, Heather fully collapsed on the couch, stretching her legs out across its cushions and repositioning her boyfriend onto her chest. “I’m worried about those two. You think they’ll be alright?”

“Jackie wouldn’t hurt a fly, much less Pierce. A little alcohol isn’t going to change that.” Javi leaned back on his arms and made himself comfy on his girlfriend’s sweater. Hers felt softer than the one he wore, the subtle rise and fall of her chest rocking him where he sat.

“I hope you’re right.” Heather fought the doubt festering in her mind, knowing she ought to believe in her friends, but she couldn’t escape her own projections. She recalled the last time she got drunk around a tiny; she was only a bit tipsy, but her senses were dulled enough to blow a cloud of smoke in Javi’s face. Had she been flat out wasted, she dared not imagine the harm she could have brought upon him.

“You know what’ll get your mind off this?” Javi leaned forward, a flicker of anticipation shining behind his eyes. “You still have your present to open.”

Heather’s own eyes lit up in turn, worries giving way to fantasies of what could be waiting for her in her bedroom. She pinched Javi’s sides between her thumb and forefinger and lifted him off her, her toothy grin filling his view as she rose from the couch. “Let’s fix that then. Shall we?”

******

“Easy there,” Alena said, catching Jackie as she tripped out of the elevator. Pierce was on all fours in his girlfriend’s hand, having enough trouble telling up from down before factoring in Jackie’s hindered mobility.

“I'm fine. I'm fine.” Jackie pushed Alena's arm away, knocking herself into the elevator's door frame before straightening herself out. Alena reached out to help her, but stopped when she noticed Lynn holding her phone out.

“Are you recording this?” she asked the woman in her hand.

“You think she'll remember any of this? She's going to be so embarrassed when I show her the video tomorrow.” As the group stepped into the hallway, Lynn zoomed in on Jackie's face, catching her twitching eyelids and goofy smirk in 4k resolution.

“You aren't planning on using this as leverage, are you?”

“Please. She's my sister. Teasing her is my responsibility.” Lynn panned down to Pierce wobbling in his girlfriend’s shaky grip. He looked like he'd hurl at the next bump. “Besides, if it ever came to it, I'm already sitting on a lifetime’s worth of leverage. This is nothing compared to the real dirt.”

Further in the hallway, Heather's butler waited for the arrival of his lady's guests. In that short span of time, he had changed out of his Santa costume, donning his uniform which proudly displayed the Suzuran family crest on his lapel. “Hello again. Allow me to show you to your rooms.”

“Go ahead, Santa!” Jackie followed the butler closely behind, Alena keeping watch from the back to prevent any nasty spills. They reached Jackie's room first, Julius opening the door and handing the larger twin a key card.

“Be careful,” Alena squeezed in before the door slammed shut. Julius then led her and Lynn to their room across the hall, handing the big a key card and leaving them to enjoy the rest of their night themselves.

A delicate, lilac fragrance greeted the young women as they stepped into the room. Class exuded from each pristine piece of furniture placed in purposeful position. The twin beds, marble-top desk, nightstands, and dresser drawers followed proper feng shui, as pleasing on the eyes as they were to rest on, at, or use. The designs were sleek and unmarred by imperfections, a modern look befitting a modern lifestyle. In the corner of the room hung a complimentary bathrobe, woven of the finest silk money could buy. Sitting below them, a pair of slippers so soft one would think they were walking on clouds.

Contrasting the lavish furnishings, a see-through pink plastic cup sat on the black marble-top desk beside a tall bottle of Smirnoff. A matching pink straw speared the cup’s lid, the plastic container holding naught else but air.

“What's all this for?” Alena asked, approaching the desk with a bemused grin.

“Put me in, sit down, and find out.”

Alena glanced at Lynn, then at the cup, then back at Lynn. “In there?” The tiny sat there smugly, letting her girlfriend come to the correct conclusion on her own. “Okay, color me intrigued.”

Complying with her girlfriend's request, Alena popped the lid off the cup and deposited Lynn inside it, sealing the lid back in place … “Wait, one second!” Lynn threw off Heather’s sweater, revealing the form-fitting blouse she wore underneath, and handed it up to the massive fingers hanging over the cup's lip. After that, Alena sealed the lid, sitting down at the desk and waiting for her lover to proceed.

“Are you ready for the show of a lifetime?” Lynn poked the plastic wall, twirling her finger in slow, suggestive circles. Her husky voice sounded tinny outside the enclosed plastic, but Lynn's natural charms transfixed Alena, stopping her from laughing at the absurdity of it all. “Lights.” Lynn pulled her phone out from her skinny jeans’ pocket and pressed a button to dim the ceiling lights. The wall behind her lit up pink and purple from RGB lights strewn about it. “Music.” Another button press sent bass-boosted club music blasting out of speakers hidden throughout the room. Heather didn’t tell them, but she actually rented out the entire floor and the rooms directly below just so Lynn could blast her music without impediment from any guests complaining about the noise. “Action.”

Lynn grabbed the straw standing in the center of the cup and twirled around it, tilting her head back so that her hair trailed like a comet behind her. She completed one revolution and then slowed to a walk, exaggerating each step she took as she circled the straw. The beat of the music guided her gait, her hips swaying like a pendulum hypnotizing her giant lover. She came to a halt and hung from the straw, whipping her hair in circles and giving the giant woman an incredible view of her cleavage.

Alena bounced in her chair, squealing like a pig in a truffle patch. Her eyes never left the miniature beauty, committing that tight little bod and all the ways it moved to memory. Lynn resumed walking until she faced Alena, wrapping her legs around the straw and gyrating against it. She stared her lover dead in the eye as each thrust drew another squeal from those thick, pillowy lips. After that, she threw herself from the straw, crashing into the cup's plastic wall. She leaned up against it and opened her mouth wide, breathing heavy as if she just finished a marathon.

“Sorry, love. All this dancing is making me thirsty.” Her open mouth morphed into a sly smirk, her eyes trailing towards the Smirnoff towering over her stage.

“You don't mean …?” Alena pointed at the bottle, her giddiness beaming through her face.

“Of fucking course I do.”

Without so much as a shred of hesitation, Alena ripped the lid off the cup, removing the straw with it as she tossed the thing aside. Then, she unscrewed the cap on the Smirnoff and held it over the cup, holding off showering the tiny just yet. “I know Heather helped you set this all up. So, why settle on the cheap stuff?”

“You expect me to pole dance in a pool of Grey Goose? This is the trashiest thing I've ever done. I need a drink that fits the part.” Lynn anticipated the shock Alena's raised brow suggested. Lynn never settled for anything but the best, and bathing in cheap vodka contradicted that at first glance, but the show demanded it. Raunch and vulgarity made up Lynn’s aims, the depths of depravity her intended destination. This was not a baptism; it was a vile and unruly contamination.

Lynn made her way to the center of the cup, standing directly underneath the bottle's mouth suspended overhead. She knocked her head back and opened wide.

“Are you really sure about this?” Alena asked, knowing the answer but wanting Lynn’s approval nonetheless.

“Hit me, woman.”

Alena tilted the bottle …

“Wait!” Lynn held her phone up to the sky. Pinching the minuscule brick between her fingers, Alena lifted it out of the cup and placed it on the desk next to the sweater from Heather, both safe from the coming downpour. “Okay, now hit me.”

Alena tilted the bottle, vodka rushing through the neck and cascading into the cup. Some of it went into Lynn's mouth. The rest struck her like a raging riptide, crashing against her diminutive frame and knocking the tiny onto her denim-clad ass. Her clothes were soaked through – the wet fabric nipping at her skin – but Lynn held strong, bathing in the alcoholic shower as the potent beverage dulled her senses.

Alena poured until the pooled vodka reached halfway up Lynn's shins, easing off both as a show of mercy and out of anticipation to catch a glimpse of her sodden lover. Lynn shook herself off and rubbed the vodka out of her eyes as she stood back up. Her hair, matted and wiry, clung to her face and around her neck. Her nipples, hardened by the cold liquor, poked through her thin, wet blouse. Her skinny jeans, once a faded blue, dampened into a dark navy. It wasn't clear who was breathing harder: the half-drowned tiny or her titillated girlfriend.

Almost immediately, Lynn regained her composure, striking a sultry pose and tracing her hourglass figure with her hands. Alena was so glued to the show, she forgot to return to Lynn her pole, but the tiny didn't need it anymore. She leaned forward, jutting her ass out, and spun her hips in slow, deliberate circles, maintaining eye contact the whole time. Her itty-bitty tongue poked out as she danced, licking the vodka from her lips and driving Alena wild in the process. She then grabbed her blouse by the collar and ripped the buttons from their holes, revealing her bare chest and popping a few buttons loose in the process. Lynn's breasts, dripping wet, danced with the rest of her, jostling to the beat of the music and the sway of Lynn's body. The tiny had forgone a bra this evening, knowing it would only obstruct her efforts to mesmerize her lover.

Next, Lynn unbuttoned her jeans and undid the zipper, hooking her thumbs into her waistband and sliding her pants down her thighs as she swung her hips to either side. Mirroring her lover, Alena unfastened her pants, slipping her hand into her underwear in search of the touch Lynn made her crave.

Lynn discarded her clothes in the vodka pool, leaving her in nothing but a glistening pair of lace panties. The twiddly thing barely held together, its strings thickened by the liquid it absorbed, and it left so little to the imagination that one ought to wonder why it remained wrapped around Lynn's gyrating crotch. And so, without missing a beat, Lynn led what remained of her underwear off her slender legs and held them over her head, twirling them with one finger as she continued dancing.

Alena's gasps and moans joined in with the music, her fingerings intensifying the further into the performance Lynn got. The tiny shifted gears, sidling up to the cup's plastic wall and mashing her ample curves against it. Slick with vodka, Lynn pressed her breasts against the see-through container, drawing pictures into the plastic with her nipples. Then she turned around and flattened her buxom cheeks against the pink barrier, teasing her giant lover with her supple figure.

Alena couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed the cup off the desk and brought it to her waiting lips, knocking its contents back into her mouth. Lynn rode the Smirnoff stream onto Alena's tongue, her clothes sticking themselves to the giantess’ lips. Alena pooled the vodka in the back of her throat and swallowed the burning beverage in one gulp, holding Lynn in place by sandwiching her against the roof of her mouth. The intoxicating beverage, combined with the sultry sexpest filling her mouth, had an immediate effect on Alena, blitzing her brain and lighting a wildfire in her loins.

Lynn drove even further past the edge. Dancing in vodka fumes gave her a wicked buzz, but lying naked in her lover's mouth, baking in Alena's alcohol tinged breath, raptured her puny brain. Cum seeped from her crotch, Lynn's bucking hips spreading it among Alena's taste buds. She made out with the back of her tongue, sucking the traces of vodka off the expansive muscle.

But while staring into the black pit beyond the tongue, a bizarre yearning welled within Lynn. Maybe the booze had given her strange delusions, or perhaps it unearthed fantasies she didn't know she had, but Lynn couldn't escape the draw of Alena's throat. She wanted to feel Alena's esophagus wrap tightly around her body, pushing her ever downward into the inescapable darkness, to fall into the deepest depths of her lover and become one with her. It felt wrong. Unnatural. Were she sober, Lynn would play these daydreams off as mere intrusive thoughts, a passing curiosity towards the otherwise unthinkable. But amidst the sweltering heat of passion, her brain too inebriated to think sensibly or straight, Lynn couldn't escape the dark fantasies enticing her.

Alena leaned back in her chair and rubbed herself furiously. The writhing woman in her mouth sent sparks flying across her tongue, the tang of Lynn's cum mixing with the vodka's bitter aftertaste. She felt her lover fighting against her overwhelming strength, crawling deeper towards her throat as Alena's tongue pushed her harder against both palates. Does she want me to deep throat her? Alena pondered in the heat of the moment. Normally, attempting such a risky dare would scare the bejesus out of her, but the liquid courage fueled her confidence something fierce. Alena released her hold on her lover and tilted her head back.

No longer pinned by the tensile muscle, Lynn slid back towards Alena's uvula, the tiny catching herself on the giant woman's tonsils. Her foundations shook as Alena gagged, not used to holding the tiny so far back in her throat. Lynn curled up in a ball over the bottomless pit, her feet pressed up against one tonsil with her back against the other. Each time Alena winced, Lynn slipped deeper into the darkness, the spit slick walls providing poor footing. She made the mistake of looking down, the undulating well offering no comfort as it stretched on into the untraceable abyss.

If Lynn fell like this, curled up and butt first, either the esophagus would fold her like paper, or she'd prove too tough to swallow, choking her darling as she descended. Fear pushed through Lynn's drunken haze and took hold of the tiny woman, fear for her own safety and that of her lover's. Alena gagged again, pushing Lynn further down. Sweat dripped down her temples, her breath drew short, and her eyes widened as they searched for a way out. She made a mistake. She didn’t want to get swallowed, not like this. She couldn't risk her safety or her partner's. In a moment of clarity, Lynn looked up at the Sword of Damocles hanging over her head. She reached up and smacked Alena's uvula as hard as she could.

Immediately, the world around her lurched forward, Alena bending over and covering her mouth. Propelled by her partner’s throat, Lynn flew out of Alena's mouth and landed in her hand, her soft, smooth palm a welcome sight compared to the pit she had dug herself into.

“Are you okay?” the two asked in unison as soon as they locked eyes. Alena covered her mouth with her free hand and coughed into it. Clearing her throat, she looked back at Lynn, and the two erupted into a giggle fit, the shock giving way to reckless glee.

“What made you think to do that? Going that far in.”

Lynn blushed a vibrant red, her face already flushed from the liquor, and turned her gaze. “I don’t know. I just wanted to get inside you, I guess.”

“Inside my stomach?”

Lynn’s face blared brighter than a ripe tomato, the white of her widened eyes standing out like a pair of gardenias in a rose bouquet. She glanced at Alena to gauge her reaction and shook the dark dreams out of her head. “All this booze is making my brain fuzzy. Didn’t realize I had the wrong hole.”

“Shall I put you in the right one?” Alena asked, chuckling.

Lynn nodded hard, her wet hair whipping over her shoulders and slapping her in the face. Sex the ol’ fashioned way was just what she needed to clear her head. “But before that, you got a little something right here,” she said, pointing at her mouth.

Alena wiped her lips, peeling the soaked blouse and jeans off of them. The couple glanced at each other, then back at the clothes stuck to Alena’s finger, and laughed. “Please show mercy to the clothes I make for you.” Alena flicked them off her finger, the top and pants fluttering to the carpet to get lost among the fibers.

“Hey, I took Heather’s sweater off, didn’t I? Don’t worry, I’ll treat your wares like the priceless artifacts they are.”

Alena lowered her hand to the desk, allowing Lynn to step off. Rising from her chair, she took off her sweater, removing her top along with it, and slipped out of her pants. Her strip show wasn’t nearly the performance Lynn had put on, but watching her lover undress captivated the tiny all the same. The more of Alena’s beautiful skin she saw, the warmer her heart burned, combatting the cold settling on her damp, naked figure.

Once Alena was down to her skivvies, she wrapped her fingers around her precious doll and carried her over to the bed, sitting her large rump down on the unbelievably expensive sheet. Lynn shook in her hand, trembling with excitement as her girlfriend held her over her open panties. The sweet stench of Alena's arousal wafted up out of the waistband, invigorating the tiny as it swallowed her senses whole.

Biting her lip, Alena lowered Lynn past her tangled bush towards her drooling vulva. She pinched her lover's legs, squeezing them together, and dipped the tiny into her feet first. Ejaculate seeped out of her, coating Lynn up to her ankles, the tiny's wiggling toes drawing more juice out of the giantess.

Alena had enough teasing for one night. She forced Lynn in deeper, submerging the little lady up to her waist and spritzing cum onto her chest. Lynn's wiggling progressed into kicking, her thighs vibrating against Alena's swollen labia. The giant woman let out a thundering moan and pushed her partner in further, burying Lynn's breasts between her hungry lips. Feeling the muscles contract around her, Lynn wormed and writhed neck deep inside Alena, her body spasming as it gave into their shared lust. Holding her waistband open, Alena looked down at Lynn's pretty little face one last time, smiling as she brought her finger to top of her tiny head and shoved her all the way in.

Wet, dark, humid, and tight, Lynn basked in the balmy paradise that was her lover's pussy. She sucked on cum straight from the source, and bucked against the G-spot until her whole world shook with her. But even at the heights of passion, something was amiss. It wasn't Alena. She was as perfect as always, her embrace providing Lynn unearthly pleasure. But amidst that euphoric bliss, wandering fantasies plagued the tiny's tainted mind. Her body may have been in her lover's vagina, but her head remained trapped in another orifice. What did it feel like to pass through a woman's throat, to feel her heartbeat so close to the source? How soft was the stomach's inner lining, and how tepid were its waters? A curiosity she didn't know she had distracted Lynn from the wonders around her. And a dark desire, spurred awake by rotgut, instilled within her morbid dreams of melting skin and snapping bone. She envisioned her tremendous dignity, her immaculate image, reduced to nutrients to fuel the woman who owned her heart, and wallowed in the dread of it all. The thought scared her senseless, the fear fanning the flames of her arousal.

The sweltering heat inside Alena's pussy brought Lynn to climax, inspiring her imagination. Alena dominated her effortlessly; to think what her digestive tract could do to her. Would Alena be willing to … Would she indulge me? Lynn's mind moved at a million miles per minute, fantasies intersecting with pleasures physical and intoxicating. Would she admonish me? Should she? Am I insane? The boundaries between dreams and reality faded. Doubts crept their way into the poor girl, the tiny not equipped to fight off such invasive pests. Me? Doubting myself? Never. But then, where is this unease coming from?

Alena fell onto her back and fiddled her clit, blissfully unaware of the confliction Lynn suffered while writhing about in her love tunnel. Every little motion from the tiny inside her sent waves rippling through her body, Alena unable to fathom how such a small woman ravaged her every single time. What she knew was that her love for Lynn was endless. Every day, the tiny invented new methods of delighting her, as if she had done anything worthy of such boundless adoration. In return, Alena swore to do anything her little heart desired, knowing she could never properly repay Lynn for all she meant to her.

******

Jackie moseyed into her room with the grace of an orangutan on roller skates, the hand holding Pierce the only limb she showed any functional control over. She put one wobbly foot in front of the other until she reached the edge of a bed, tripping onto it and sending Pierce rolling onto the mattress.

Once he finished tumbling over himself, the tiny man sat up and clutched his forehead, his blurry vision making it needlessly difficult to tell up from down. The only thing he could make sense of was the lovely woman looming over him.

“Hey there, good looking. What brings you ‘round these parts?” Jackie got up on her hands and knees, her body eclipsing Pierce's view of the ceiling. She stared dilated daggers into her boyfriend, eating his burly self up with her eyes. She licked her lips in a manner that looked sexier in her head and dripped a viscous rain of saliva down onto him in the process.

“Fuck, my head,” he said, wiping a glob of spit off his face and onto his sweater.

“Oh, I'm phucking more than just that.” After ripping the hand-knit beanie off her head, Jackie sat back and grabbed the bottom of her shirt, pulling it and her sweater off in one fell swoop. Pierce looked back up just in time to watch her unhook her bra, her breasts bounding free, wobbling as much as their drunken master. Seeing Jackie's boobs in all their unrestrained glory cured Pierce's headache faster than an extra-strength Tylenol.

“You like what you see, little man?”

Pierce didn't respond. Too mesmerized, couldn't think in words. Jackie's chest rose as she inhaled, the subtle increase in surface area blowing Pierce's puny, enfeebled mind. He was so lost in deep contemplation that he didn't register the objects of his attraction growing closer, Jackie collapsing forward like a falling tree.

The giant twin's giant twins crashed into her boyfriend, mashing him into the bedspread. She grinded her chest against the mattress, laughing her ass off as she buried Pierce in her titflesh.

Underneath the weight of the worlds, Pierce gave up breathing and simply succumbed to his lover's body, merging with her supple skin as it consumed his entire being. He sweat buckets beneath all that pressure, his mixing with the light perspiration that formed across Jackie's chest underneath the several layers she wore earlier. Her scent overtook his perception, a soothing aroma that never failed to comfort the tiny, even with two globes bearing down on him.

Before she suffocated her lover, Jackie rolled onto her back, catching Pierce in her cleavage and taking him for a ride onto her chest. She hadn’t stopped giggling since entering the room, but seeing her boyfriend’s legs kicking in the air, the rest of him hidden between her fat tits, made her hysterical. As her breasts settled, Pierce fell down onto Jackie’s sternum, his skin burning red as he finally caught his breath.

“Aw, are you too hot?” Jackie asked, pouting with her lower lip curling to a comical degree. “Shuddup! I know the answer’s ‘Phuck yes!’ I’m talking about your temperature, silly.” Though Jackie didn’t realize it, Pierce wasn’t participating in their conversation. All he heard was “hot” and “phuck,” his mind still preoccupied with his girlfriend’s rack. “Here, let me fix that.”

Jackie plucked the tiny between her fingers and brought him closer to her face. Her brandy laden breath washed over him, its sharp order singeing his nose hairs, but that did nothing to temper his lust-addled brain. If anything, it only made him harder.

With extraordinary finesse for one as drunk as her, Jackie removed Pierce’s sweater, his T-shirt, his cargo pants, and his boxers, tossing them all aside so she could appreciate her man in full. Drool dripped from the corner of her mouth as she checked him out, her body freezing up as all her energy was directed towards analyzing every millimeter of his chunky physique. His hanging third leg hypnotized the woman, Jackie weighing by which method, by which orifice, she wanted to consume him whole. In a sudden moment of clarity, Pierce finally spoke up.

“Like what you see?”

Jackie nodded, her eyes unmoving and her drooling mouth held ajar.

“Good. Then, take your pants off.”

Jackie took a second to respond, the command sending a rush of blood to her cheeks, but once she got over how hot and bothered that made her, she let go of Pierce and fumbled for her belt.

Pierce dropped a half foot onto his girlfriend’s sternum and only had a second to get his bearings before he tumbled down through the valley, Jackie bending forward to reach her belt buckle. Cartwheeling through the cleavage, Pierce landed on his feet by the time he passed her ample hills, booking it the rest of the way down her tummy and hopping over her belly button to reach her groin.

Jackie unlooped her belt through its straps and tossed it off the side of the bed, returning her hand to unfasten her button. But by the time she looked back at her crotch, the button was already undone, and Pierce was halfway finished pulling her zipper down. She watched him yank the zipper to the end of its tracks and trip onto the front cover of her panties. With the “hard part” done, Jackie hooked her thumbs along her waistband and slipped her legs out of her pants, grinning the whole time as Pierce clung to her underwear for support.

“Alright, hotstuff. Show me what you got cooking.” Jackie sat at an angle, leaning back on her hands to provide a slope for her boyfriend to climb. Once his foundations finally stopped moving, Pierce dug his feet into the thin fabric and scampered up his girlfriend’s crotch, tickling her with his flailing limbs.

Upon reaching the lip, Pierce hooked his arms under it and leveraged his body so he could tuck himself inside Jackie’s panties. He got his head and shoulders through the waistband, but his feet kicked the air as they sought ground to propel himself forward. Giggling far above, Jackie lowered a finger, positioning it under Pierce to serve as a foothold, allowing him to fully submerge himself within her panties.

From there, Pierce crawled through the thicket of pubes until he reached the vulva, Jackie’s labia puffy and waiting. Turning himself around, Pierce put his back to the gusset and faced the heavenly gates head on. Jackie’s arousal ran thick, its pungent aroma permeating the stuffy air trapped within her underwear. Fueled by his lust as much as hers, Pierce dipped his hands under the hood and searched for his prize pearl. The guys in the pornos made this look much easier, but with enough fiddling around, Pierce found the nub he was looking for, giving it a good squeeze.

“Oh!” Jackie bucked like a startled bronco, almost throwing Pierce off her crotch, but he held firm, his hands wrapped tightly onto his girlfriend’s clit. He started slow, feeling out her reactions to his gentle touch. Her gyrating calmed down, though her breathing remained hasty and huffy. In response he increased the pressure, massaging her nub with his fingers. Purring grew into moaning, and he felt his foundations fighting harder to knock him off.

Now was where the fun began. Pierce stepped into the lips, pushing himself far enough through the outer labia to lift himself off their swollen edges. He fit his head under the hood and filled his mouth with the tip of Jackie’s clit, polishing the pearl with his tongue. Jackie exploded into a raging moan, her finger crashing into Pierce’s back and pushing him against her nub. Pierce kept sucking, unable to escape his girlfriend’s pressure despite the floodgates opening at his feet. Jackie's ejaculate spritzed Pierce's lower half, threatening his footing, but Jackie's finger kept him aloft, kneading him into her from the other side of the fabric wall.

High on his success so far, Pierce took his servicing one step further. In the porn he watched, the girl always went crazy when the guy bit her clitoris. Pierce didn't understand the appeal, that seemed like it would hurt like hell, but he wanted to show Jackie a good time. She deserved nothing less than the best. He opened his jaw wide as she could and bit down on the swollen nub with full force, immediately shaken by Jackie's wincing.

“Ow! Stop!” Jackie's finger pulled back, releasing Pierce from her grip and sending him falling off her vulva. A second later, she tugged open her waistband, her sneering face filling Pierce's only view of the outside. “Whatever you just did, don't do that. It hurts.”

“I'm sorry! I d-didn’t mean to …” Pierce cursed his inexperience, scared to touch his girlfriend again. The alcohol screwed up his emotional stability, leading him to oscillate between hating himself and regretting his existence. “I'm so sorry!”

Dark shadows encroached upon Pierce as Jackie fished him out of her underwear, curling her fingers around his puny body. She brought him closer to her face and opened her palm, noticing her boyfriend was on the verge of tears. Her brow furrowed as she tried reading his reaction, deciphering emotions becoming needlessly difficult thanks to the haze clouding her judgment.

“Perhaps I should punish you.” Jackie held Pierce close to her lips, the oppressive boozy stench pouring out from them, and bared her teeth. “An eye for an eye.” She made a show of chomping the air, a loud clack ringing out as her molars slammed together. “You hurt me, and I hurt you back.” She chomped again, her incisors closing mere millimeters from Pierce's prick. “How does that sound?”

Pierce closed his eyes and swallowed his tears, accepting his fate. Whatever she did to him, he deserved it. He convinced himself that atonement was the only way forward, knowing he'd do anything to return to Jackie's good side.

“Nah, I forgive you.” Jackie puckered her lips and buried her boyfriend in the soft vermilion, letting out a deafening mwah once she finished kissing him.

A single tear escaped from its socket as Pierce stared at his girlfriend’s curled lips. “You're not mad?”

“Why should I be? You expect me to break up with you over a simple mistake?”

“Yes.” Were Pierce sober, he would have responded with a maybe.

Jackie's giggling fit returned with a vengeance. “You're funny.” She planted another kiss on him. “And you're smexy.” She stuck her tongue out and licked his whole body, leaving a trail of saliva connecting his chest to her mouth. “And you taste so goddamn good. There's no way I'll let you go. You belong to me, now and forever.”

Jackie smothered Pierce with her lips once more, sucking on his face until he finally pushed himself free. “How was I doing before I messed up?”

“You were excellent.” Jackie whittled down what little strength Pierce's arms could muster, and continued snogging him.

Okay, so, rubbing and licking good. Biting bad. Pierce committed the lesson to memory, as shaky as it currently was. Jackie's smacking lips made it hard to think straight, not to mention how overwhelming her embrace itself was, but Pierce was hellbent on internalizing how best to please her, not wanting to make the same mistake in the future and possibly putting their relationship at ri-

“Hey! Don’t just sit there. Kiss me back!”

“Right! Sorry.” Pierce locked lips with his massive girlfriend, making out with the vermilion wall while it sucked on his upper body. The two honed in on each other, drowning out all other concerns as Jackie coated her lover in spit. It didn't take long for her tongue to creep out from its hidey-hole, lapping up at the incredible flavor exuding from her boyfriend. The spritz of her cum that found him in her panties had long dried, adding a bit of texture to his meaty filling.

After a couple minutes of licking, Pierce wondered why he was still in Jackie's hands. Usually by this point, his girlfriend gave in to her cravings and shoved him all the way into her mouth. He'd gotten pretty good at predicting Jackie's habits, but perhaps the heavy drinking offset his internal clock. Or perhaps it screwed with hers? In the heat of passion, he wanted to get to the bottom of this mystery, but Jackie, intent on fucking the brains out of her boyfriend, interrupted his contemplation by shoving him all the way into her mouth.

The dank, slimy cavern embraced Pierce like an old friend, laying him flat on the tongue for Jackie to savor. The tip of her tensile muscle struck without warning, forcing Pierce's legs apart to ride the jewels between them. His mind numbed at the sensation of her taste buds groping his junk, probing him of his flavor heightened by arousal. Jackie's tongue worked wonders across his entire body, its edges rolling up to surround him on either side while the midline caressed everything from his face to his crotch. The steady purr rising from her throat provided Pierce a soothing soundtrack to his unconventional yet all too familiar spa session.

But just as he thought he reached the heights of pleasure, Jackie rolled him off her tongue, hurtling him into the molar wall her closed jaw formed. With the underside of her tongue, she squeezed him into her enamel, his back massaged by the nooks and crannies formed within the rows of teeth. The longer he spent in her mouth, the more saliva pooled along the floor, filling the space until it was high enough to drown him.

Jackie hoisted him back onto her tongue and tipped her head back, the small lake of spit flowing towards her throat and carrying Pierce along the current. His head fell below her uvula, his shoulders almost crossing the boundary line at the end of her mouth. Face down, all he could see was the infinite darkness billowing up from the esophagus. Jackie raised her tongue, pinning Pierce's feet to the edge of her hard palate, and swallowed. Gale forces flushed the pooled saliva down Jackie's throat, the suction pulling on Pierce like a voracious vacuum. His arms shot upward, and his insides lurched towards his chest, his upper body dragged into the depths by the raw power of Jackie's throat. If it weren't for the hold she had on his feet, Pierce would be descending through her esophagus. Instead, she leaned forward and let her boyfriend slide from her tongue into her open hand.

Pierce wiped the spit out of his eyes and looked up at the expansive face beaming down at him. Jackie licked her lips, humming her favorite song while she stared longingly at the naked man in her palm. For a brief second, her eyes darted to the corner of the room before returning to Pierce. “Do you trust me?” she asked.

Pierce was confused by the question, but he didn’t need to think of his response. “Always.”

Jackie broke out into a toothy grin, the whites around her pupils shimmering. She opened wide, flattened her palm against her lips, and tilted her head back, sending Pierce plummeting back to where he belonged.

Unlike last time, she didn't catch him with her tongue, allowing Pierce to slide all the way to the back. He reached the point below her uvula and caught himself on the tonsils, pressing his feet into either one and grabbing the gums behind her molars for support. As before, drool welled up within Jackie’s mouth, pooling around Pierce at the back of her throat. But unlike last time, Jackie didn’t level out. Her chin remained raised, gravity pushing Pierce deeper into the abyss. Saliva continued to pool, and eventually she would have to swallow, but this time, her tongue wasn’t primed to hold Pierce in place. If anything, its sloping incline seemed intent on keeping Pierce trapped on the edge, dangling over a perilous cliffside.

Two months ago, the spot he found himself in would give Pierce nightmares. A simple reflex from Jackie would sink Pierce into a smoldering Hell. Even now, the thought of landing in that corrosive bog with no means of protection tickled the back of his brain, a prickling dread once powerful enough to shut him down. But as the pooling spit reached his neck, Pierce took a deep breath. Sloshed or not, the tiny embodied a tranquility monks spend their whole lives attaining. The rising well of spit had only one place to go, and it was determined to drag Pierce down with it, but he felt no fear, suffered no anxiety. As he told her, Pierce trusted Jackie with his very life. It didn’t matter if she was drunk. It didn’t matter what turned her on. It didn’t matter what she did with him, or what she said to him, or what she thought of him. His resolve was unbending.

Even as her throat opened up to greet him, he trusted her.

******

Holding Javi in her hand, Heather leapt onto her bed, lying on her side and forming a formidable wall around the wrapped present waiting for her. She lowered Javi onto the bedspread, placing him in front of her sweater-clad abdomen, and picked up the box, the square package not much larger than her hand.

“Hmmm, awfully small.” She flipped the thing over and around, as if understanding its dimensions would lead her to deduce its contents. “It’s not a doll, is it? I ran the last one pretty ragged.”

“I’m jealous enough of that thing as it is,” Javi said with a pinch of snark. “Why would I get you another one?”

“If you spent more time with me, then I wouldn’t have to resort to him so often.” She knew he already spent most of his free time with her, and she respected his busy schedule, but that didn’t stop the heiress from yearning for his company at all hours of the day. Ideally, he would pin himself to a part of her body, any part would do, and slave his life away in constant contact with her.

Angler fish exhibit one of the most extreme cases of sexual dimorphism in the animal kingdom, females able to reach sizes sixty times that of their male counterparts. When mating, the male angler fish connects itself to the female like a parasite, siphoning nutrients from them while pumping sperm directly into their bodies. Overtime, the male fuses with their host, essentially becoming an appendage of their larger mate. As a result, no lifeform on Earth earned Heather’s envy like the angler fish.

“Just open your gift. It’s better than a doll; I can promise you that.” Javi leaned back against his girlfriend’s toned abs, feeling their firmness through the soft layer of wool. Her sweater seemed even cozier than his, its weaved fibers putting silk to shame. He wondered if that was intentional on her part, making her sweater more alluring to draw him towards it.

Heather quit stalling and tore apart the wrapping paper, lifting the lid off the box and setting the package down once its contents were in her hand. She held the black piece of cloth in front of her, a bemused expression drawing upon her features. “You got me underwear?”

She held in her hands a basic pair of panties. Nothing overtly sexual or enticing about their design. They were a simple, functional pair of underwear.

“Check the inside,” Javi said, hands behind his head as he relaxed on his girlfriend’s lovely ab wall.

Heather complied, opening them up to get a good look at their interior. Positioned on both ends of the gusset, four small straps forming eight total loops protruded from the fabric. Each loop was small enough to fasten around a tiny's wrist or ankle, and doing so would place said tiny in direct contact with either the wearer's genitals or anus depending on which direction they tied them in.

Internalizing this information, Heather's gaze crept towards her lover, a faint blush warming her cheeks. “How long?”

“Excuse me?”

“How long can you last in these?”

Javi ruminated on the question. He figured she'd enjoy trapping him in there, but he never considered the duration lasting more than a reasonable amount of time. Thus, he spat out whatever first came to mind. “A whole day, probably.”

“Careful. If you say the whole day, then I'll take it you mean the entire day.” Heather shifted on her bed, keeping Javi in her sights as he lost the support of her abs.

A bead of sweat dripped down Javi's temple. Sitting up, Heather loomed over his meager body, her Cheshire grin bearing down on him like a predator ready to pounce. Can I last that long? he thought. I mean, I spent a whole night up her ass, but I was asleep for a good chunk of that. Javi looked his girlfriend in the eye, noting the wicked smile she wore, and sighed. What's one day? If it makes her happy, then I'll get through it easy.

“Sure. That sounds doable.” After receiving tickets to the freaking Super Bowl, he'd do anything to satisfy her in turn. The fact his gift got her this excited was a balm for his anxious heart.

Heather plucked her man off the bed and brought him to her lips, grateful for how good he was to her. Javi reciprocated her love, sucking on what little skin actually fit between his lips. But before things got too intimate, Heather peeled him off her.

“I'm sorry. I know the timing's awkward, but I'm worried about Jackie and Pierce.” Heather rubbed her shoulder with her free hand, pointing her gaze towards the floor. “Would you mind if I go check on them real quick?”

“Not a problem.” Javi offered a thumbs up. He was confident his friends were doing fine by themselves, but he also respected Heather's insistence on keeping them safe. “I'll wait here for you.”

“Thanks.” Heather gave him one more peck before setting him down and trodding out of her bedroom.

******

Jackie couldn't get enough of her boyfriend in her mouth. To her, his mouthfeel was one of his most attractive qualities. And though the urge to swallow him was always present, especially after having actually done so, she built up a tolerance fighting back that instinctual desire. She knew that once she finally ate him, there would be no more tastings, no more love making, no more hanging out and playing games together. Were she to ever devour him for real, it'd have to be in a moment deserving of the finality, a scenario in which both of them were willing to never turn back.

But alcohol had a funny way of breaking down carefully conditioned tolerances.

Earlier, when Jackie dangled Pierce over her open throat, holding him in place by just his feet, the scratching sensation beyond the base of her tongue exhilarated her. To push him so close to the edge, the thrill was unreal. She had to experience that again.

Now, she held him in the farthest recess of her mouth, the tiny kicking at her tonsils just to stay afloat. If her throat wasn't full of saliva, she'd moan loud enough to deafen the poor soul.

It would be so easy. A quick gulp, and a long drop, and her ultimate fantasy would be fulfilled.

But carving through the waves of dopamine rushing through her brain, Jackie felt Pierce's presence within her. He was calm, utterly serene. There were no traces of panic, real or staged. No reckless squirming, no sudden movements, no begging nor whimpering. Just as he said, Pierce trusted her. Always.

Jackie aimed her sights on the corner of the room, dipped her head further back, and opened her throat, unable to hold her lover that far into her mouth any longer.

Hhhhoooccckkk ptoooh!

Pierce launched out of Jackie's mouth, flying through the sky in a thick globule of spit. The soaring loogie traced an arc through the air, carrying Pierce across the hotel room at blazing speeds. Completing his unexpected flight, Pierce splat landed on the exposed insole of a complimentary slipper.

“Score!” Jackie threw her arms into the air and stomped her feet, celebrating her success at hitting her target. The laughing fit once again assumed control over her, the young woman drowning in mirth. Once Pierce collected himself, soaking in spit on the plush slipper bed, he burst into laughter too. He couldn't believe how far Jackie flung him, the woman sitting several tiny football fields away. He mathed out the trajectory in his head, impressed by the arc Jackie launched him at.

It wasn't long before Pierce found himself cast in his girlfriend’s shadow, Jackie standing over him after crossing the distance in no time flat. She crouched down and poked at the insole, a smile donning her face as her finger sunk beside her boyfriend. The slippers showed their luxury, providing enough give that, lying down, Pierce was at eye level with Jackie's distal joint.

“What do you say?” she asked, a few giggles escaping through her teeth. “Want to go for a walk?”

“Hwagh yweh!” Pierce spat his girlfriend’s saliva from his mouth. “Hell yeah!”

Standing back up, Jackie hovered her bare foot over the slipper, wiggling her toes for her boyfriend's amusement. Watching his member rise to attention, she lowered her foot and led it into the velvety footwear, tucking her toes underneath the hood and planting her arch directly onto her lover. She slowly shifted her weight onto him, careful that the slipper could actually keep him safe. Even drunk, Jackie was well aware of the pressure Pierce could actually take, but the luxury slipper was constructed of even finer materials than the moccasins she had back at her dorm, providing Pierce all the cushioning he needed to survive his partner's stride. Would anyone notice if I took these home with me?

Pierce flattened himself against Jackie's arch, pressing his face against her soft skin. A stale, sweaty odor, pent up from walking in her boots from Pierce's house to Heather's, endeared itself to the tiny, tugging at his libido like a master violinist plucking strings. Casting all inhibitions aside, Pierce stuck his tongue out and licked the sweat off Jackie's sole, the salty concoction vivifying the inebriated tiny. He felt her leg shift far above him, muscles greater than he moving in response to his actions. His tiny tongue tickled the giant woman, Jackie adjusting herself to take it. A few laps later, and her toes wiggled in delight over her lover's devotion.

Unable to see past the veil of skin, Pierce felt himself rise and fall as Jackie took her first steps. He had no clue where she was going, nor did he care. He was precisely where he wanted to be, and she knew it well, sure to keep him there for as long as he needed. The tiny's erection, stalwart as steel, prodded the underside of her foot, threatening to burst with every step she took. The pressure was unbearably pleasant, smashing him into an insole softer than angel downs. Can I convince her to take these home with her?

The sound of a closing door didn't distract him from his self-appointed duty, the tiny licking away as Jackie strolled into the hallway. Late at night, and with the other rooms unoccupied, the place was eerily quiet, save for the music blaring out of Lynn and Alena's suite. Jackie casually walked by identical doors, each evenly spaced between gold trimmed wallpaper and imported, artisanal carpeting. Her eyes wandered as she did, not looking for anything in particular, her thoughts devoted to the man worshipping her foot. She made it all the way to the elevator, which to her surprise opened upon her approach.

Heather stood on the other side of the doorway, her eyes wide as they panned down Jackie's body.

“Jackie, what are you doing?!” Heather rushed out of the elevator, checking around the corners of the empty hallway.

“What's it look like? I'm going for a walk.”

“Where are your clothes?” Save for her slippers and cum-stained panties, Jackie strutted about in the nude. The well-endowed twin lowered her head and checked herself out, surprised to see herself hanging it all out there.

“Oh yeah. I guess I took those off.”

“Goddammit.” Heather grabbed her friend by the shoulders and hustled her towards her room, grateful no one was around to see them. Renting the whole floor out was worth every penny. “Come on. Let's get you back inside. And don't come back out until your head's cleared, alright?” Heather reached the door and tried the knob, forgetting that it was locked. “Shit.” A quick scan of Jackie told her she didn't bring the card key out with her, but it also brought another question to mind. “I'll send for Jules. He's got a spare.” She pulled out her phone and messaged her butler. “By the way, where's Pierce at?”

“He’s in my … in my … uh, what’s the word?” Jackie tapped her chin, struggling to form basic thoughts as the booze completed its course. “It starts with an S …”

“Stomach?!” Heather's heart leapt up her throat.

“No, that’s not it. What’s it called?” Jackie lifted her foot above her other knee and pulled her slipper off, revealing Pierce plastered safely to her arch, licking her sole clean. “There he is!”

Heather clutched her chest, taking a deep breath as her greatest fear passed. Part of her felt silly for worrying about these two in the first place. The other part was pissed at Jackie for not being more coherent.

A minute later, Julius arrived with the room key. “Oh my goodness.” He shielded his eyes as he approached his lady, careful to respect her guest's privacy.

“Not a word of this to anyone, Jules. Especially not Lynn.” Heather inserted the card and pushed Jackie through the open door.

“Of course, my lady. Discreteness is my specialty.” After retrieving his spare key, Julius disappeared down the hall, leaving Heather alone with her guests. As soon as they entered, Jackie collapsed face down onto the bed, her brief jaunt pilfering her remaining energy.

“Heather,” she said dreamily, her eyes sealed shut. “Can you hand me my Pierce, please.”

Heather chuckled as she walked over to the foot of the bed, sliding Jackie’s slippers off her feet. Pierce laid still on the arch, his tongue sticking out but unmoving, his eyes half shut. Carefully, Heather peeled the tiny from his perch and carried him over to his girlfriend, setting him down in Jackie’s open palm laid out beside her face.

“Thank you,” Jackie said, bringing her hand and the naked man in it closer to her. Pierce remained motionless, he as zonked out as his partner, but his tongue retreated back into his mouth, a satisfied grin adorning his face. “I love you, Pierce.”

“I … love you, too.” The moment the words escaped their lips, the two fell silent, taken by a deep slumber.

They are going to be so hungover tomorrow, Heather thought, tiptoeing out of the room, happy that she didn’t need to worry after all. She took one last look at the couple snoozing peacefully together as she shut the door on them. “Sleep tight, you two.”