Twin Sizes by TerryLarka

 “Urgh.” Alena awoke to a throbbing pain in her head, the front left corner of her brain beating against her skull. As the hotel room's warm, morning light filled her vision, memories from the night prior faded into clarity. Her little lover had once again sent her soaring over the moon, the two up all night making sweet, passionate love.

Wanting nothing more than to stay in bed the whole day, Alena simply raised her head, searching her body for her partner. Where could she have gotten off to? Her steady breathing caused her chest to expand and deflate, alerting her to the warm body stuck to her torso.

Alena peeked at her chest, moving her left breast aside to find the tiny resting beyond it. Lynn, covered from head to toe in cum, lied on her belly with one ear pressed against her lover's stomach. The ejaculate coating her had long since dried, glueing her to Alena's skin like a heavy-duty adhesive, a fact Lynn didn't seem to mind.

“What are you up to?” Alena asked, grabbing her glasses off the nearby nightstand.

Lynn shot straight up, tearing herself off her girlfriend like a band-aid. “Huh? Oh, uh, n-nothing.” Her focus darted to the side, unable to look her partner in the eye.

Immediately, Alena sat up and held her hand to her tummy, catching Lynn as she tumbled off her. “What's wrong? Are you okay?”

Lynn took a moment to regain her footing, struggling to peel her gummed skin off her lover’s palm, and then stared up at Alena, baffled. “Everything's fine. What's got you in a tizzy?”

“Sorry, but I've never seen you flustered like that before. I figured something must be wrong.” Alena lifted the tiny closer to her face, gusts of warm air pelting Lynn. The faint scent of vodka lingered on the giantess’ breath.

“I- I'm not flustered,” she claimed, her blazing red cheeks saying otherwise.

“Then answer me. What were you doing just now?” Alena's unwavering stare bore through her disconcerted lover, the tiny understanding she wasn't weaseling out of this unscathed.

Lynn crossed her arms and looked off the edge of Alena's palm. “I was listening to your stomach gurgle.”

“Why?” Alena asked, squinting in confusion. That was not the answer she expected.

“I'd rather not talk about it.” The tiny still wouldn't meet her lover's gaze.

Alena brought her in closer, her looming eyes becoming impossible to ignore. “Lynn, we promised to be open with each other. Be honest with me. You have nothing to hide. I'm not going to judge you.”

“I'm not worried about that.” Lynn looked past her own reflection in Alena's glasses directly into the bottomless depths of her pupils. “What I'm feeling right now, the thoughts I'm having, I don't understand them yet, and I don't want to talk about them until I do.”

“Maybe we can work through them together. You don't always have to be so self-assured. I can help.”

Lynn considered Alena's offer. She hated the unease plaguing her, mostly that she couldn't work through it on her own. For her whole life, she had stood on her own two feet; she was the rock that others leaned upon. But perhaps Alena was right, maybe talking with her would help her through this. At the very least, Lynn trusted her.

“Last night, when I was in your mouth, I don't know if it was the booze's fault or what, but I was overcome with these … fantasies.” Lynn couldn't help but lower her gaze towards her lover's lips, the world behind them enticing her even now. “Fantasies of you swallowing me whole, crawling through your esophagus, landing in your stomach.” Lynn squeezed her legs together, her words evoking strong urges within her. “But then they get darker. I think about you eating me, like for real, losing myself within you. It scares me, but oddly enough, that fear makes it even more alluring. I don’t get it. That's the part that's so troubling.”

“You're into vore? Is that what you're saying?” Alena silently thanked Jackie for opening up about her interests. Had she not, Alena would have no clue how to navigate Lynn's current conundrum.

“I don't know. I've never cared for it before.” Lynn sat down and curled up into a ball, resting her chin on her bent knees. “I've watched some of the videos Jackie forgot to clear from her browser history. They didn't do anything for me back then. This is the first time I've felt this way.”

“I wonder if seeing Jackie and Pierce so open about it awakened something in you,” Alena suggested, trying to come up with answers for a question far outside her grasp.

“Maybe,” Lynn said, no closer to a concrete answer.

“Either way, if you want to try vore out, I'm down to take part.”

“Really?” Lynn stared up at Alena with wide eyes. Her heart thumped loud enough for the big to hear, the tiny curious about turning these newfound fantasies into a reality.

“I'll admit that I don't see the appeal myself. Sure, you feel good in my mouth, but in my stomach?” Alena draped her free hand over Lynn, rubbing her little shoulders with her thumb and forefinger. “But that doesn't matter. If you want to give this a shot, if this is what you need, then I'm more than happy to help.”

“Thank you, love.” Lynn nestled into Alena’s finger, kissing it softly. “I really appreciate that.”

“Though, it might be a while before we get a chance. I hear those hotel places are quite expensive. I don't have a job, and I have a sneaking suspicion my mom won't wanna lend me money for this,” and I may have dipped into next semester's food budget to afford that drawing tablet, “so that just leaves your paychecks from the library.”

“We don't have to go to a hotel. Vore Suits are moderately cheaper, and I'm pretty sure you can rent those out for even less.” Fortunately, Lynn had a repository of information for all things vore at her beck and call, so determining their options should proce easy enough. “Don't worry about the money, I'll foot the bill. We're trying this because of me, so it's only fair.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Alena rested her chin at the edge of her palm and puckered her lips, her little lady standing to meet them with her own. After sharing a quick kiss, Alena lowered her hand closer to her gut. “Now, as I'm sure you're aware, I am starving. So, we can either return to the penthouse and grab some grub, or if you'd really like, I can let you listen to my growling stomach for a few minutes.”

Lynn laughed at her girlfriend's offer, a welcome grin forming across her face. “Nah, I won't make you wait any longer. Let's go eat.” Nodding, Alena got up off the bed and carried Lynn to the bathroom, deciding not to bring her cum-coated girlfriend to breakfast without first giving her a bath. “But if you'd like to carry me there in your shirt, I won't complain.”

* * * * * *

A crick in Javi’s shoulders stirred him from a restful slumber. Having only one glass of eggnog, the tiny suffered no ill effects from the alcohol he consumed the night prior. Just the same, he awoke as disoriented as a drunkard waking up after a heavy bender.

He couldn't see past his nose, his sight veiled in an opaque black. He was covered in … a blanket? The unfamiliar fabric shrouded his entire form in darkness. Turning his head to either side bore no fruits, simply stumbling on more darkness. He tried moving his arms, but found his wrists bound together above his head. His legs met the same fate, tied together at the ankles. And suddenly, it dawned on him.

“Ah shit.” Javi was trapped within the panties he gave Heather for Christmas, bound by the straps sewn into the fabric. He could only guess where exactly he was, but the hard surface beyond the fabric he lied on suggested he was on the floor. “Heather! You up?”

At the sound of his voice, a large finger tip curled over the panties’ lip and pulled back the black curtain, blinding Javi with the ceiling light. Once his eyes adjusted, the face looming from far above became clear, greeting the bewildered tiny with a wry grin.

“Mornin’, Javier. How do you like your new living arrangements?” Heather squatted over her new pair of underwear in the nude, delighted in watching her lover's shock turn to awe upon seeing her.

“Well, I've got an itch on my back I can't scratch, but I sure can't complain about the view.” His eyes traveled across her athletic build, his flagpole responding to the gorgeous figure stretching out before him. Heather bit her lower lip as her eyes took the same trip across him, the binds pulling Javi's limbs apart leaving none of his hunky physique to the imagination. “But y’know, when we agreed on me spending an entire day in here, I didn't think you meant the next day.”

“You should be surprised I waited this long. If I wasn't so worried about our friends, I'd have strung you up the moment I got the wrapping paper off.” Heather bent down and picked up the panties by either end, dangling her boyfriend through the air as she stood up straight. Her eyes never left him as he squirmed to maintain his balance. She wanted to savor every second of this day and wouldn't let a single moment go unappreciated. “Are you ready?”

“I think so.” Javi could already feel his muscles getting sore hanging how he was.

“It was a rhetorical question.” Halting Javi's ascent at her waist, Heather lifted her right leg over him, like hoisting a redwood into the sky, and guided her foot through the opening on his left. She drew out the moment, her leg sinking past him at a slow, sultry pace. It took an eternity for the long limb to finally touch down on the floor again, an eternity Javi spent unblinking.

Once one leg was through, Javi was only inches away from his roommate for a day, Heather's crotch eclipsing his view of the world outside. Next, she guided her other foot through, her toes wiggling in eager anticipation as they descended past him. He watched her toned calf follow them, its supple curvature leading the eye past the knee. Soon thereafter, thick thighs barricaded him on either side, the heiress now blocking all entrances with her body.

Peering down her naked torso, Heather pulled the front lip of her panties back to get one last look at her boyfriend. Javi shot her a grin and a wink, ignoring his discomfort. His sore muscles didn’t bother him, the tiny ready to make his girl’s fantasy a reality. Unable to wait a second longer, Heather pulled her panties all the way up, mashing Javi into her pussy as she wedged the rest of the gusset into her taint. A soft moan rang out from far on high as Javi found himself pressed up to his lover's lower lips. If that didn't assure him of his partner's pleasure, the arousal seeping through her vagina painted a vivid picture.

Javi breached the outer folds face first, his second head standing tall enough to join him on the other side. The available air grew thick with his lover’s musk, the tip of his dick baptizing itself in his lover's precum. With her lips obscuring his vision and her aroma's tang filling his mouth, Heather's pussy conquered all of Javi's senses, blinding him to the rest of the world, to anything that wasn't her. The mere thought elicited a louder moan, and Javi wondered if she was the one they ought to worry about lasting the whole day.

Heather lowered her hand to her crotch and rested it overtop her underwear, rubbing Javi's back through the fabric. She felt his pulse beating against her skin and his prick prodding her labia. Standing there, otherwise alone in her bedroom, she didn't want to move; she never wanted this bliss to end. But after spending a few minutes rubbing, she finally willed herself to start her day.

Heather walked over to her dresser. Or, at least she tried to. One step stopped her in her tracks, her lips shifting around Javi as her legs moved, causing a euphoric flurry to rush up her loins. Heather bit her tongue to keep from purring any louder. Sweat beaded on her temple; even she worried if she could make it the whole day. Hell, she wasn't sure if she'd make it out of her bedroom.

Breathe, Heather. You got this, she told herself. Hold strong. You've wanted this for too long to fizzle out already.

Heather took another step and relaxed, swallowing the moan rising up her throat. Putting one foot in front of the other, the spoiled heiress eventually made it to her dresser, opening a drawer to don some casual attire. She pulled out a sports bra and the tightest pair of yoga pants she owned. After tossing on the bra, she held the leggings out in front of her and stepped into them. The form fitting fabric crawled up her shins, rolled over her knees, and stretched up her thighs, stopping at the rolling hills blocking its path. With a bit of effort, the heiress squeezed her pert ass past the elastic waistband, the velvety smooth material clinging to her cheeks and forming a tight seal around her crotch and the tiny man trapped inside.

In no rush at all, Heather took a moment to appreciate her current circumstances. Though she lived in the laps of luxury, it was the friends waiting for her downstairs and the boyfriend willfully chained to her downstairs that reminded her how good she had it. She brought her hand to her crotch and rubbed Javi's back some more, his lithe figure forming nary a bulge in her painted on pants.

That itch Javi had earlier went away at Heather's touch. While the crick in his shoulders only grew more noticeable, his girlfriend’s overwhelming presence distracted him from any discomfort. He wondered if she expected him to do anything down there, or if the constant contact itself was enough. Options, as limited as they were, popped into his head, but he decided to hold off for now. There was no need to play his hand yet, not until the opportune moment presented itself.

Departing from her bedroom, Heather hustled down the floating glass staircase into the penthouse's main room. Each step she took sent shivers running up her spine, but she showed more control over her outbursts as she adjusted to Javi's presence. Reaching the bottom, she was delighted to find Alena and Lynn waiting for her at the bar, the former pulling the latter out of her shirt to place on the countertop.

“Morning, you two. Share any pleasant dreams?” Heather's tone was so chipper as to be off putting this early in the day.

Lynn and Alena shot each other a knowing glance, the big fighting off a laugh as her girlfriend's face lit up red. “J-just the usual stuff,” Lynn lied.

“Where's Javi? Still asleep?”

“Him?” Heather ducked behind the counter and pulled out cartons of milk and orange juice, letting her friends decide which they'd prefer. “He's running an errand for me. I wouldn't expect to see him for the rest of the day.”

Alena cocked her head. “Wow, he's a real go-getter.”

Lynn scanned Heather's figure, the heiress’ crotch conveniently obscured by the countertop's edge. She didn't have enough evidence to draw any solid conclusions, but the tiny twin had her suspicions.

“Yeah, he's something else.” Heather's eyes wandered downwards as she spoke, practically confirming Lynn's deductions. But the tiny remained hush about it, not wanting to sour the other couple’s fun. “Have you guys seen Jackie or Pierce yet? I'll be surprised if they make it out of-”

At that moment, the elevator door pinged, interrupting Heather's thought. The door held open for a few seconds before Jackie finally stumbled out of it. The larger twin stood slumped over, her head drooping as she traipsed toward the others. Her hair, a proper bird’s nest, stood at all ends, and an oversized T-shirt draped over her body, covering her panties and some of her bare thighs. Pierce lied over her shoulder like the tiniest burlap sack. A corpse displayed more vim than he did riding on his girlfriend.

Jackie sat down next to Alena, collapsing onto the bar with a pained grunt. Pierce rolled off her shoulder and crawled over to her face, sitting up against her chin and closing his eyes as the migrain resumed control.

“Uuuuuuwwwwwaaaaaaaahhhhh,” Jackie said, her lips barely moving. Her boyfriend nodded his head in agreement.

“Yep, I remember my first hangover.” Heather pulled out two tall glasses, their heights respective to the couple's sizes, and filled them to the top with water, Pierce’s only requiring a single drop. “Here. Hydrating yourself will help. I'll get you some aspirin too, but other than that you'll just have to suffer through it.”

“Oooooouuuuuuugggghh.” Heather chose to interpret that as a “thank you,” Pierce once again nodding along.

“I'll take one too.” Alena took a sip of milk after pouring a glass of juice for her girlfriend. “My head's been pounding all morning, though I clearly got off better than these two.”

“Do you remember anything from last night?” Lynn asked her sister.

“When was that?” Jackie kept her eyes shut, the scant light piercing through stabbing her brain like icy needles.

“I remember I'm not supposed to bite,” Pierce said, not really knowing what it was he said.

“Bite what?”

“That, I don't remember.” Pierce nuzzled the slope of Jackie's chin, begging it to ease his suffering.

After placing three aspirin on the table, including a tiny scale dosage she had the foresight to add to Julius’ grocery list, Heather turned around and petted her crotch, Javi relaxed against her pussy. He felt awkward eavesdropping on his friends’ conversation from his current position, and as such, did not want to draw attention to himself with any sudden movements. Likewise, Heather wasted little time in facing her friends again, satisfied with the one second acknowledgement she spared her boyfriend. Lynn pretended not to notice, the others in no condition to anyway.

Snagging a granola bar and chugging a glass of OJ, Heather made quick work of breakfast and started her pre-workout stretches. “Alena, you know Jules’ number. Order everyone breakfast, and make sure these two eat, preferably something healthy. I'm gonna go exercise.”

“Will do.” Alena asked what the others wanted, getting a more eager answer from Lynn than the other twin, while Heather left them to their own accord, gliding up the glass staircase to the penthouse's second floor.

Next to her bedroom, an in-home gym housed all the equipment the heiress required for her morning routines: a treadmill, elliptical, bench press, cable machine, pull-up bar, dumbbells, yoga mats, and an endless menagerie of other machines and supplies. She didn't use everything on offer everyday, spreading her focus across different parts of her body on different days as well as switching up what types of exercise she performed on the regular. On occasion, she would adjust her routine to match Javi's regiment, allowing the two to compare – and compete with – each other's gains, Javi often doing the same for her.

But with her workout partner reduced to her panty passenger, Heather decided on running through a less intense program for today. A short run and a few sit-ups should do the trick. After putting on her running shoes, Heather stepped onto her treadmill, pressing buttons on the display console to set her desired speed, distance, and incline throughout the course. She tied her hair into a tight, bicolored ponytail and grabbed a pair of earbuds out of a holder built into the console, pulse pounding music filtering through them into her ears.

As the belt started up, Heather glanced at the tiny treadmill perched on the larger's console. Running without her eye candy was never quite as fun, that tight butt motivating her to chase after it, but her lover should still prove useful sponging up the sweat that gathered down below.

The programmed course began at a gradual pace, allowing Heather to warm up before the run began proper. By this point, Javi's mere presence no longer weakened her knees, Heather able to walk without buckling, enjoying her pussy pet to the fullest. And God, did he feel good. Each step shifted her sensitive skin around him, her labia threatening to swallow him whole were he not tied down.

As the walk transitioned into a jaunt, Javi felt the temperature rising. Heather's crotch already ran hot, his presence warming her loins something fierce, but her steady gait increased her body heat to degrees past temperate. Her feet slammed loudly into the rubber and metal treads, vibrations from the impact travelling up her legs and dispersing into her boyfriend. The scent of her arousal faded from Javi's mind as her body exerted itself, producing a more potent musk in its place.

The jaunt picked up into a jog, the treadmill's incline increasing with its speed. Heather's booming footsteps grew louder, the rise and fall of her body bobbing Javi up and down. The first beads of sweat percolated underneath her clothing, wetting Javi, his meager body heat drawing further perspiration out from where their skin made contact. In the confines of his girlfriend’s underwear, Javi outpaced Heather’s perspiring, the beads of sweat he produced disappearing amidst the drops Heather secreted from her crotch. While he would miss out on his regular workout routine today, Javi viewed the human sauna he was bound to as a decent opportunity to lose some water weight. The oppressive heat might also loosen up his muscles, a welcome prospect given the worsening crick in his shoulders.

The treadmill's slope flattened out as it approached top speeds, Heather exploding into a full-on sprint. Her chest heaved, breaths timed to the rhythm of her rapid gait. Sweat poured out from every pore, darkening the green half of hair and matting both halves all the same. Her booming footsteps now cracked with the force of thunderheads, the tremorous vibrations rising up her legs rattling Javi's bones.

Javi's laborious breathing matched his partner's. Thick streams of sweat spilled into his mouth and drenched his entire frame, his skin sticking to Heather's pussy worse than it already had. The salt in her perspiration dried his tongue out, but the electrolytes in it kept him hydrated well enough. And all things considered, he didn't mind the taste.

Heather maintained her sprint until the course reached the next stage, slowing the speed but drastically increasing the incline. She slowed to a hike, her knees lifting higher to accommodate the rising slope, and engulfing Javi further in her cooch as her movements grew more deliberate. She reached for her earbuds and paused her music, listening in on how Javi was doing. He wasn't screaming, so that was a good sign, but he also wasn't making much noise at all. Mid-run on a steep incline, Heather didn't have the means to visibly check on him, but she prayed he would make it known if he needed a break. How? Well, he was pinned to one of the most sensitive parts of her body, so surely he could devise some way of getting her attention if need be.

Once the treadmill flattened out, Heather returned to a jog. Sweat made her whole body sticky, droplets raining onto the belt below. Much of it gathered in her pants, gravity depositing the excess fluid under the curve of her taint. Perspiration pooled in her underwear, transforming Javi’s sauna into a hot tub. Considering his position, drowning wasn’t a concern, but if Javi had any reservations regarding a full-body brining, he was far too late.

Javi’s heart pounded in his chest. His brain trembled against his skull. At the mercy of Heather’s stride, he lost all sense of direction, the crashing cacophony and seismic waves produced by her footsteps wreaking havoc on his diminutive figure. His girlfriend embodied a hurricane, earthquake, and flash flood all in one. The elation he knew he delivered her was the only thing keeping Javi from crying uncle.

A half hour later, Heather cut her run short, her euphoria tainted by the creeping concern over her boyfriend’s well-being. Once the treadmill slowed to a halt, she stepped off and grabbed a towel off the rack, wiping the sweat from her brow and the excess forming across her exposed skin. Pausing her music, Heather tugged open the front of her waistband, finally getting a good look at the bound and battered tiny.

“How are you doing down there?” Heather asked, not liking the look of him. Javi’s breathing was staggered, and his eyes were sealed tight. He looked as if he had been waterboarded, his skin and hair utterly drenched, his torso heaving, his lungs finally tasting fresh air. “Say something if you want to keep going. If you can’t, I’m ending this here.”

Javi opened his eyes and looked up at the woman of his dreams. A smug smirk crept up his cheek. “Fuck … yeah.”

Heather’s lips curled into a wide grin, her eyes meeting her lover’s and conveying to him all her joy. “Lucky for you, I could use a breather myself. Care to join me?”

Javi simply nodded, his throat too dry to say more. Heather kept her thumb hooked into her waistband, giving Javi the chance to bask in the open air while she sipped from a water bottle. He gazed up at her towering form, her glistening abs leading to her small, sweat soaked breasts packed tightly into her sports bra. The sheen reflecting off her scintillating skin accentuated her toned musculature, each sinew contributing to the image of an Amazonian deity, especially from Javi’s perspective staring up at her, the ceiling light behind her forming a halo around her head.

“Want some?” Heather tipped the bottle over Javi's open mouth, squeezing water out of its plastic nozzle by the drop. Each one splashed against his face, washing the salt and grime out of his eyes and soaking his tongue in refreshing, clean water. The cool water felt heavenly cascading off his boiling flesh. After a few drops, Heather set the bottle aside and offered her lover one last breath of fresh air. “Time for round two.”

Releasing her grip on her waistband, Heather sighed as her boyfriend slammed back into her sex with a satisfying smack. She lowered her hand over crotch and rubbed his back, his and her sweat seeping through the fabric to her fingertip.

Sit-ups were next on the agenda. Heather rolled out a mat and sat down, Javi dropping with her pelvis like he was riding a rollercoaster. Heather squared her legs and fought from squealing as her pussy swallowed more of her lover in the process. The cervical fluid eking past her lips provided a welcome change from the sweat Javi was marinating in, its odorous scent more tangy than fetid.

Heather concentrated on her workout, shoving thoughts of Javi into the back of her mind like stuffing dirty laundry into an overflowing suitcase. Knees bent and lying flat, Heather locked her hands behind her head and lifted herself off the floor, crunching her abs as her upper body bent forwards. Her whole body tensed up, and Javi felt her core muscles flexing from just beyond his confines. Using his partner's shifting muscles as a reference, Javi counted her reps.

One … two … three … four … Each push grinded Javi harder against her crotch, her labia opening to accept him as an offering. Heather's grunting sounded more guttural than usual, the source of her outbursts coming from much deeper within. Part of her wanted to throw in the towel early, engage in a different kind of exercise, but the heiress held strong. It was only morning, and she had an entire day still ahead of her.

Finishing her reps, Heather sprawled out on the mat, staring up a the ceiling while she massaged her crotch. Squats or weights? she pondered, adding one last regiment for today. She worked up too good a sweat and didn’t want to cool off just yet. While she ruminated on her options, her hand kneaded Javi into her lower lips, stimulating herself post-workout. How deep he got during her sit-ups, how incredible he felt at the mercy of her flexing sex, that sensation remained fresh, playing on loop in her frontal lobe. Definitely weights, she decided. I'll fold on the first squat if I attempt those.

Reluctantly, Heather got up and withdrew her hand, heading over to the rack which housed her dumbbells. She grabbed two thirty-five pounders and alternated lifting each one in deliberate, rhythmic motions. Her breathing was timed to match the rise and fall of the weights, her posture perfectly square. Concentrating on her routine distracted her from the boundless pleasure emanating from within her underwear. For a brief moment, Heather’s pussy showed its prey mercy, releasing Javi from its ravenous grip. The tiny, no longer immersed past his face, rested his head against the puffy outer folds, marinating in his girlfriend’s sweat. Oils produced by the both of them greased the tiny, giving him little purchase against the coochie wall. Fortunately, his binds held tight, offering no chance of escape from his willful imprisonment.

Covered in sweat, her muscles exhausted, Heather set down her weights, taking a deep breath as she concluded today’s workout. She grabbed a fresh towel hanging nearby, wiped the sweat off her face, and undid her ponytail so that her falling hair clung to her sodden skin.

That’s enough for today, she thought as she kicked her shoes off and exited out into the hallway. I'm sure he's had enough. On the way to her bathroom, Heather stripped herself of her soaked-through sports bra and hopped out of her equally swamped leggings, the fabric a bitch to slide off with how it stuck to her skin. By the time she entered the bathroom, Heather wore naught but her panties and the man trapped inside them, dumping her discarded rags in a basket for Julius to collect later.

When Javi next opened his eyes, he was greeted by an ambient light trickling down into his briny, velvety prison. Heather's pussy pulled away from him as the heiress lowered her underwear, her thighs on either side rising from the depths and ascending into the heavens where his towering girlfriend reigned. She lowered him to the floor and stepped out of the leg holes, her naked figure looming over him as if he lied in the shadow of a skyscraper.

Heather bent down and plucked the tiny off the ground, a playful smirk never leaving her face. The fabric binding him dragged through the air as Heather lifted him the great distance to her chest, examining her slick and greasy lover as she straightened herself out.

“Congratulations. You've earned yourself a break.” Leaving her boyfriend in his binds, Heather opened a drawer beneath her sink and pulled out a wet wipe. “Mostly because I'm in dire need of a shower.” She brought the wipe to Javi's chest and scrubbed him down, cleaning the grime off his chiseled physique. The wet cloth's cool touch was a welcome relief for the still sweltering tiny, and Heather's fingers always felt good caressing his body. Though she made sure to address his face and underarms, Heather devoted much of her attention to her partner's rock solid set of abs, ensuring every nook of his six pack was clean. Feeling those grooves against her finger through the thin cloth mesmerized the giant woman, distracting her from her actual objective.

“Don't forget the rest of me,” Javi said, his voice returning to him after nearly drowning in sweat. Heather blushed and quickly course-corrected, wiping up his legs and wrapping around to his back, spending nowhere near enough time on his crotch and ass for her liking.

“There. Good enough.” Heather tossed the wet wipe into the trash bin and laid Javi out on the bathroom countertop. Then, she grabbed an adjustable desk lamp and positioned her boyfriend so that his back rested against its base.

“Why do you have a desk lamp in your bathroom?”

“For doing my makeup,” she lied, adjusting the bulb so it hung suspended over Javi.

“Seriously?”

“Shut up.” After switching on the bulb, Heather grabbed a small, portable fan and positioned it to face Javi. The bright light emanating from the bulb heated Javi in an instant, but the fan provided a pleasant breeze that kept his skin from burning up. “I'd prefer to put on clean underwear after a shower, but for you I'll make an exception. Can't have you drowning in the washing machine. The heat from the lamp will at least kill off some of the bacteria, and the fan will dry you off while keeping you cool.”

“Okay, I get that this whole thing is your fantasy, but how long have you been plotting this all out for?”

“I had this dream the other night where you transformed into a pair of my panties, and after my workout, I hung you out on the balcony to dry you in the sun. Unfortunately, it's too cold outside for that to work today, so my makeshift heating lamp will have to do.” Heather spoke with a crazed look in her eyes, a woman possessed by her desires. The jury was still out on whether Javi found her fanaticism unsettling or deeply arousing, but his other head pointed towards the latter. “Does it feel good? The light's not too hot or too bright?”

“I feel like I'm at the beach. Sun in my eyes, a floral aroma blowing through a crisp breeze, my arms and legs buried in sand.” The cleaning products the maidstaff used infused the room with a tropical atmosphere, the rushing water from the sink or shower completing the vibe of a tropical rainforest in the heiress’ bathroom. That was the idea anyway. “All I'm missing is a pina colada and the gnawing dread of a seagull eating me.”

“Great. And don't worry, I'll be quick. Enjoy the show in the meantime.” Keeping her eyes trained on her lover, Heather walked backwards into her shower stall, closing the clear glass barrier between her and her man. It didn’t take much brainpower for Javi to realize Heather set him up to face her while she bathed. Water rushed out directly above the heiress’ head, a steady rainfall cascading down her fine figure to wash away the cumulated impurities.

Javi watched as his girlfriend lathered every inch of herself, the heiress prying her eyes off him as to not make him uncomfortable. She could feel his gaze on her skin as her hands traveled across it, and that tided her over while he remained physically separated from her.

Heather wasted no time rinsing herself off. She ran shampoo through her long hair and scrubbed it enough to make herself clean. Though she joked about performing for her partner, Heather couldn't wait to get him back into her pants, pressed up against her sex. To put on a proper show in her shower required a mental fortitude she did not currently possess. Asking her to delay reuniting with her boyfriend was like asking a child to sleep in on Christmas morning.

With all the hard-earned sweat washed off, Heather turned off the faucet and stepped out of the shower, her wet feet smacking against the floor as she approached her boyfriend on the counter.

“How are you holding up?” she asked, toweling herself off, water dripping onto the pristine marble.

“What, you don't sing in the shower?”

Heather winced at the suggestion. “Hey, I know you're into rough play, but that sort of cruelty is too sadistic for my liking.” After wiping the embarrassing prospect from her head, she laughed with her lover while brushing the towel through her wet and stringy hair. “But seriously, are you good?”

“Doing swell.” The lamp's hard base made his back sore, but the incredible view kept his mind occupied. The heat helped as well, the black panties absorbing the light and soothing Javi's aching muscles like a warm blanket. “You ever put on clothing fresh out of the dryer?”

“No, Jules does all my laundry for me.” The heiress picked up her hair dryer and plugged it in, waiting for the conversation end before turning the roaring blower on.

“Then you're going to love this.” Once she was all dry, Heather pinched either end of her panties and lifted them off the counter, lowering them past her waist. Javi watched her step into them again, her lengthy gams brushing past him as they dove through the openings, the fabric shifting to their touch. And in no time flat, Javi returned to where he belonged, his entirety thrust against his partner’s chasmal womanhood.

Heather shuffled her hips, getting a feel for underwear, basking in her lover’s touch once more. “They don’t feel any different,” she admitted.

“Really? I’m sweating in here.” Now that he was out of the light, the heat didn’t feel as pervasive, but what lingered still warmed him like hot cocoa on a frosty winter retreat.

“The heat must have a greater effect on you because of your size. You don’t produce as much body heat, so you’re more sensitive to shifts in temperature.” Heather brought her hand to her crotch and rubbed his back through the fabric, pushing his hot bod into her vulva and fighting back a moan. “They feel dry at least. That was my biggest concern. And you feel better than a toasty pair of undies any day.”

Departing from there, Heather returned to her bedroom to change into her day clothes. She put on a pair of track pants, baggy enough to obscure any strange bulges, and a long sleeve crop top, the coverings on her arms compensating for her exposed midriff. Checking herself in a mirror, she combed her hand through her flowing hair and smiled, only a tad disappointed Javi couldn’t appreciate the wardrobe he became a part of.

From her bedroom, Heather descended to the penthouse’s main floor and strolled into the dining hall. Her friends had gathered around one end of the mahogany banquet table, feasting on a breakfast befitting kings. Maple syrup drizzled down the sides of fluffy pancake towers. Plump sausages lied peacefully on beds of crispy hashbrowns. Bacon mingled with bright yellow scrambled eggs, the grease from which painting them a tantalizing amber gold. Pitchers full of a rainbow assortment of juices bordered the spattering of plates, condensation dripping down their pristine glass curvatures.

“Mhwmmph!” Alena greeted with her mouth full of pancakes. Lynn only glanced in the heiress’ direction, unable to pull herself from the freshest apple juice to ever grace her lips. Jackie and Pierce finally showed signs of life, chowing down on eggs and tiny synth hams. Pierce didn’t even mind his girlfriend stealing slices off his plate, there being enough miniature hams to fill the big girl’s stomach and then some.

“Take home whatever you guys don’t finish, okay?” Heather reached past her friends and plucked a banana from a bountiful bowl of fruit. “I’m gonna head out and do some grocery shopping. Feel free to stay as long as you like. My credit card is loaded onto all my accounts, so you can buy any games or stream anything you’d like.”

“Fwangk woo!” Alena said in gratitude as her bestie left them to their breakfast.

Alone in the main room, Heather unpeeled the banana and tugged open her waistband. “Hungry?” she asked the man residing in her panties.

“Starving. You’re dead skin ain’t as filling as you’d think.”

Releasing the elastic momentarily, Heather broke off the tip of the banana and set the rest down on the granite coffee table. She used her free hand to pry open Javi’s velvety prison and lowered the chunk of fruit to his face, holding it for him to eat from. Javi stretched his neck forward and took a bite, the fibrous burst of potassium washing the oily taste from his mouth. He chomped away at the banana, consuming little more than a nibble by Heather’s standards, and then leaned back and sighed, satisfied with his meal.

With a soft giggle, Heather lifted the piece of fruit from her underwear and tossed it into her mouth, reducing the rest to mush in a couple bites. After secreting her partner away again, she picked up the rest of the banana, moseyed over to the elevator, and donned a winter jacket as she waited for her lift to arrive, gripping onto her skateboard waiting for her by the doors. While the elevator took its sweet time, Heather patted her crotch, tapping Javi to the rhythm of the song she hummed.

Javi squirmed against her sex, nuzzling it as he tried to make himself comfortable. The crick in his shoulders only grew worse as time went on, but the heat radiating from Heather’s skin kept him focused on pleasing her.

In turn, Heather loosened up as she stood there, trying not to squirm in response to her lover’s movements. A part of her worried about going into public like this, that her composure would break at the worst possible time, but that risk made the idea all the more enthralling to her. The thought of walking through a crowded aisle, innocent shoppers clueless to the man she had tied up in her pants servicing her right beneath their noses. Heather’s patting transitioned into kneading, and her hips buckled as she squirmed under the weight of her own fantasies.

Stay strong! Heather yanked her hand away from her crotch, restraining her arm behind her back. It’s too soon to give in yet. The elevator doors opened with a ping, and she stepped inside, riding the car to the ground floor.

Upon reaching the bottom, Heather bolted through the hotel lobby, esteemed patrons paying their respects to the Suzuran heiress as she passed by. The moment the crisp winter wind nipped her skin, Heather leapt from the sidewalk and landed on her board by the side of the road, skating around parked cars to reach her destination. The streets had been plowed and salted the night prior, clearing them of the light snowfall that would normally impede the skater’s wheels. Wind rushed through her hair, her locks trailing behind her like a flag as she zipped through downtown.

Javi wedged himself as deep into Heather’s pussy as his bounds allowed him, siphoning her heat and using her labia to shield his naked self from the cold. Kicking off the ground kept Heather’s blood pumping, the friction from her movements warming Javi and tickling her loins in the process. Her pants also blocked the wind from crashing directly in Javi, the layers providing him the same protection they did for their wearer.

Despite her man’s presence wetting Heather’s nethers, the athletic heiress zipped through the concrete jungle effortlessly, making sharp turns and dodging moving vehicles with ease. She reached the local supermarket a few blocks away, skating through the busy parking lot and hopping off her board upon entering through the automatic sliding doors. Tossing her board into a cart, Heather pushed her way into the sprawling store, scanning the aisles for the ingredients she needed for dinner.

Dough will be in the refrigerated section, cheese is with dairy, I can get pepperoni at the deli, black olives are by the pickles, Heather shoved her cart around the corner, dancing the tango with its stuck wheel. Tomato sauce is with … pasta? Or canned foods? No, wait. Pizza sauce is its own, separate thing. That’s in a different aisle for some reason. Peppers are in produce. Ooh, I wonder if they have fresh basil leaves?

Back indoors, Javi pulled himself out from between Heather’s lips, the cold on his back dispelling. A fine coating of natural lubricant dotted his face and chest, Heather getting a touch too excited during her trip to the store. His prick, oscillating between hard and soft throughout the day, slipped out of her lips, relaxing alongside the rest of him, his heart rate returning to normal levels. A cover of “All I Want for Christmas” crackled over the store’s loudspeaker, counteracting the cozy confines Heather’s vulva offered him.

Heather lapped the store a few times, backtracking every couple minutes to find the aisle she missed prior. After finding all her ingredients, and the latest cursed Oreo flavor, she hauled her selection to the checkout, nabbing a tiny Gatorade and miniature bag of Takis for her boyfriend on the way.

“Hey there. Find everything you were looking for?” the young cashier greeted. “I love your hair!”

“Oh yeah? Thanks.” Heather piled her selection onto the conveyor belt, eyeing the overpriced candy bars on the rack behind it. Can he hear us? Surely he won’t mind going a little over budget. It’s not like he can protest. Heather reached for a Cadbury Creme Egg flavored KitKat bar, but stopped herself midway, deciding the angel on her shoulder could win this time. “I change it every few months to match the season.”

The devil in her underwear had other ideas though. “That’s so cool! I’ve considered bleaching mine, I’m so sick of boring brown, but the commitment frightens me.” With his girlfriend caught in cordial conversation, the opportune moment presented itself. Javi didn’t mind spending the whole day as a living garment, but surely Heather wanted more than that. Surely, she wanted her buttons pushed in the process. It would be cruel of Javi not to indulge his lover to the fullest, to sit idly by without sending her skyrocketing to euphoric heights. And if he happened to do so at the most amusing moment, when his girlfriend least expected it, then it was a win-win for the both of them. Right?

Throwing caution to the wind, Javi stretched forward and buried himself in Heather’s pussy, poking his head around until he tucked himself under the hood. Drawing out his target, he stared the bulb dead in the eye and stuck his tongue out, licking the smooth curve of the dormant nub.

“Bleaching is a big commitment, but you can always dye it- Ooooooohhhhh!” Heather hunched over, clutching the edge of the checkout counter. Once the sudden wave of pleasure subsided, she stared a hole through her hand, afraid to meet the gaze of those surrounding her. She didn’t want to think about the line behind her, the cashiers in front and behind, the shoppers passing by with their attention all turned towards her. His mission accomplished, Javi lied in wait, his giggling breaths pelting his lover’s clit; Heather hated how good even that felt, her boyfriend turning her own fantasies against her. Following an uncomfortable silence, Heather stood up straight and faced the cashier, her eyes as wide as her own. “Here. Keep the change.” The heiress shoved three Ben Franklins into the cashier’s hand, threw her bags into her cart, and hauled ass away from the prying eyes glued to her.

Heather stormed through the parking lot, spotting her chauffeur’s black Cadillac and heading towards it. Jules stood by the trunk, ready to unload his lady’s cart for her.

“Fine tidings, my lady. Allow me to help …”

“Yeah, sure, go ahead.” Heather left the cart to Jules and slammed the car door shut as she stomped her way inside. Sitting down on the plush leather, she tugged open her waistband and glared down at the grinning man hanging there bound. “What the hell was that?”

The fury in Heather’s eyes stabbed a pang of guilt through Javi’s skull, a guilt he suppressed through boisterous laughter. Part of him regretted angering his girlfriend, but much of his conscious thought was lost in the mirth brought about by his little prank. “I’m sorry, I had to! I couldn’t let such a perfect moment pass by.”

“Fuck you, man. If I didn't love you, I'd be seriously pissed right now.”

“If you didn't what now?”

Heather blinked twice, the anger vanishing from her eyes just as the guilt left Javi’s heart. A faint blush warmed her cheeks as the two stared at each other in silence. Javi waited for her to speak up, but the words she sought refused to take shape, so she released her hold on her waistband, concealing her lover in her pants and obscuring him from sight.

Oh shit, why did I say that? Fuck! Heather’s heart beat a mile a minute, wishing she could take those words back. We haven't even been together two whole months. Fuck, I’m such an idiot! She wondered desperately what was going through Javi’s head. She knew she should pull him out, let him talk, but she couldn’t bear to. She couldn’t stand to learn he didn’t reciprocate her feelings. I can’t just leave him in there. But what am I supposed to do? Goddammit, why’d I have to blurt that out? Every passing second thickened the tension in the air. The longer she waited, the worse her spiraling grew. Letting Javi get a word in became an impossibility.

Heather heard the driver side door close and the car start up, her butler pulling out from their parking spot. The seat vibrated subtly beneath her, the hum of the engine filling her ear.

“Ah!” Heather gasped, her hand drawn towards her crotch. A small, wet muscle tickled her bean, caressing the swelling nubbin with the gentle grace of an angel. Javi devoted himself to servicing his partner, lapping and kissing her as she reflexively rubbed circles into his back. And just like that, the cloud of doubt dispersed. Heather looked down and smiled, accepting her beloved’s wordless reciprocation.

Javi didn’t let up, grinding against Heather’s vulva until its lips opened to accept him. The circles in his back intensified, losing their shape as they devolved into forceful strokes. Heather’s thoughts lost coherence, sentences shattered into their base emotions, words coming out as guttural moans. Javi, all but his limbs submerged in pussy, writhed as far as his bounds allowed him, merciless in satisfying his lover’s carnal yearning.

The resistance Heather fortified throughout the day came crashing down, her sopping cunt seeping through to her track pants. She squeezed her hand between her thighs, desperate for more pressure. Her own body wasn’t enough anymore; she needed a harder edge.

Heather kneeled on one leg and straddled the edge of the leather seat cushion, clamping onto it with her crotch. Her back arched as she humped the car seat, kneading Javi into her drooling sex, drowning him in her intimacy. She poured every drop of her affection into that tiny, helpless frame. In turn, Javi fought to prove his worth, bucking against the straps holding him back to deliver mind melting bliss to the woman of his dreams.

Beyond the soundproof divider, Julius drove his lady home, hoping whatever soured her mood didn’t leave too lasting of an impact.

* * * * * *

The second the penthouse’s elevator doors slid open, Heather dashed through them towards the floating glass staircase. Alena, Jackie, and their tiny partners sat together on the sofa, playing video games and gorging on freshly prepared parfaits.

“Heya, Heather. How was grocery sho- Oh, and she’s gone.” Before Alena could catch a glimpse of her friend, Heather disappeared into the suite’s second floor, hurtling towards her bedroom.

Slamming the door shut, the glass walls set to opaque, Heather ripped off her clothes, save for her panties, and hurled herself onto her California king bed. Lying on her back, she wiggled out of her underwear, distraught over the couple seconds in which Javi wasn’t touching her. She brought him to her face, and before he even had a chance to speak, she untied the straps restraining his wrists and ankles. Javi recognized the ravenous look in her eyes and knew that, though she flung the panties off the side of the bed, his job was far from over. His neck suffered whiplash as he rode Heather’s hand into her snatch, slipping through the slit on a bed of twitching fingers.

Once her man was inside her, Heather retracted her digits, leaving him to his own capable devices as she flicked her bean. Going off memory, Javi pinpointed her G-spot and pounded it, ramming his iron-hard cock against her bundle of nerves. His very foundations quaked as Heather bucked her hips, her moaning overpowering the squelching sounds filling his ears. Cum assaulted every millimeter of his tiny frame, sticking to him like hot concrete. The tangy substance seeping from Heather’s pressure cooker worked wonders on Javi’s aching shoulders.

Heather gasped for air herself, fireworks lighting off inside her. Javi’s puny limbs flailing within her love tunnel scratched an itch she carried all morning long. She loved him. She knew it to be true, and she was so happy to put it out there, to receive his unwavering devotion as he completed her again and again. Her bedspread bunched up beneath her, tossed about by her writhing figure. The mattress shook under her exertion, the lights above her spinning. She couldn’t even imagine what Javi experienced fully immersed within her.

The walls of Heather’s vagina closed in on the welcome intruder, Javi’s range of movement stolen from him once more. He caved to his instincts, his body taking the reins, and grinded himself into his lover’s sensitive flesh. His eyes rolled back as he fired off his load, the tiny’s ropey shots indistinguishable from the fluids encasing him. Javi swallowed what air he could find pent up in the depths of his partner, his body broken down to the brink.

Joining him shortly thereafter, Heather climaxed to a resounding groan, clenching Javi in an iron-hard vice. The pent-up lust Heather cultivated from early that morning finally released like a dam unable to withstand a torrential hurricane. Clutching her sheets with her clean hand, Heather heaved hard, her chest expanding and deflating with an intensity befitting her satisfaction. Not that long after her shower, she was once again covered in sweat.

As the flesh walls relaxed around him, Javi remained glued to the G-spot, unable to break free of his own volition. Though heavy and sticky, these binds proved comfier than the last ones, not that he wanted to spend the entire day wading in cum. Not unless doing so would make Heather happy. That look on her face when she told him she loved him, the crick in his shoulders was worth it for that.

Soon after, Javi felt those familiar fingers brush against his back. Heather fished her man out from her snatch, cradling his spent body in her hand before depositing him between her bare breasts. Free from all obstructions, Javi sprawled his arms and legs out while lying on his chest, cracking every joint he had. Heather winced at the creaking cacophony he produced, wondering if she went too far. But before she could check on him, Javi spoke up.

“I love you too, Calluna.”

His declaration did not go unnoticed nor unappreciated, but Heather raised an eyebrow at that last part. “Calluna? What is that?”

“It’s a pet name I came up with. You know there’s a flower called ‘heather’? Well, geniuses call it Calluna, so that’s what I’m calling you.”

Weeks ago, Javi and Pierce spent a pizza and energy drink-fueled evening brainstorming Christmas presents for their partners, scouring the most depraved depths of deals listed on Amazon in search of ideas.

“Did you know there’s a flower straight up called ‘heather’?” Pierce suggested, scrolling through an endless barrage of useless nick-nacks and overpriced beauty products. “They make special honey from it. I only know this because Jackie made me research different honey brands for some reason, but apparently it’s high-end stuff. I bet Heather can use it in some fancy recipe, or to sweeten tea. Maybe get her that?”

“Get her ‘heather honey’ for Christmas? That won’t work. Tacky stuff like that is better suited for Valentine's Day.” Regardless, the idea piqued his interest. Javi searched for heather flowers on his phone, figuring a bouquet of those may come in handy one day. “Why does Wikipedia call it Calluna?”

“Oh, that’s the genus name. It’s the only species in it though, so they practically mean the same thing.”

“Is that so?” Javi mulled that word over, placing it over a certain heiress. “Pretty name, ain’t it? Those geniuses are really onto something there.”

And so, the name sat in the back of Javi’s mind until Heather’s accidental admission brought it to the forefront. “Apparently, the honey they make from them is the sweetest around: rich, unique, in a class of its own. Sound familiar?”

A faint blush returned to Heather’s cheeks with a vengeance, her heart pounding directly into her boyfriend. Her eyes darted away from him, but the curling corners of her lips divulged her true feelings.

“What do you think, Calluna?” Javi scratched his temple aimlessly. “Too much? I’ve never been the best at coming up with pet names.”

“If you’re going to call me Calluna, t-then I’m going to start calling you Ankou.” Heather pursed her lips, still glancing to the side as more blood rushed to her cheeks.

“Ankou? What’s that mean?”

“It’s what we call anglerfish in Japan.” Needing to see his reaction, the heiress met her lover’s gaze, the tiny squinting up at her with mouth agape.

“Okay, that only raises more questions.”

Heather pressed her forefingers together, twiddling them as she explained. “Y-you see, female anglerfish are, um, way bigger than the males, and, well, when they mate, the tiny male latches onto his partner and sorta stays there until he’s fused onto her body and becomes an appendage that pumps sperm into her in return for nutrients and her eternal adoration. So, when I entrap you in my clothes, pin you to my body and hold you as close as I can, it’s like you’re my little anglerfish.” A palpable pause permeated the air between them, an unsteadiness inflicting Heather’s massive heart. After taking a moment to process all that, Javi covered his grinning mouth and pounded his fist against his partner’s chest. “It’s not funny!”

“That’s hilarious!” Javi sat up and laughed until tears came out of his eyes. “I come up with this sweet, romantic nickname comparing you to a flower, and you call me an anglerfish? Those ugly motherfuckers with the lightbulb sticking out of their forehead?” Javi could barely breathe between his raucous guffawing. Any exhaustion he felt disappeared, carried off with each chortle that escaped his throat. “Anglerfish!”

“S-shut up!” Heather’s face burned a blazing crimson, her racing pulse rupturing Javi’s eardrums. “I think they’re cute.” She had half a mind to roll over, pinning him to the bed and smothering him under her chest. That would shut his yap.

“Ankou, huh? I like the sound of that,” Javi said, wiping away the tears as he caught his breath. “Do you guys eat that over there? Anglerfish? I know you aren’t ready for seafood yet, but take that, add some heather honey to it, and that could become our signature dish.”

Our signature …? Heather was still in her early stages as a chef, following recipes to a T and praying she didn’t burn anything. But the thought of inventing unique dishes with Javi made her heart swell. “We eat monkfish which is essentially the same thing. It’s pretty good, especially seared, but I don’t know about adding honey to it. I think I’d rather use that as a sweetener for baking, though I’ve had honey-glazed chicken before, so who knows.” She scoured her memories of the recipes Jackie's mom gave her, trying to remember any that featured honey. If nothing came up there, she could certainly find a seafood recipe online that incorporated honey. Her imagination ran wild, picturing the two of them experimenting together in the kitchen, her blushing growing ever hotter.

“I’ll add it to the grocery list,” she said. “We can import it if need be.” Without warning, Heather propped her fingers under Javi’s arms, lifting him off her chest and pulling him closer to her face. “But until then, you’ll have to get your ‘heather honey’ straight from the source.”

Heather brought her man in for a kiss, smearing her own cum on her lips as they embraced him. Sandwiched between his flower’s soft pillows and the smooth skin of her fingers, Javi returned the favor with little pecks of his own. A rush of warm air blew over him from Heather’s nose, the purr rising from her throat massaging the tiny’s weary self as it travelled through her lips.

“Those geniuses were right. This stuff really is sweet.”