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“Heather, you good?” Alena asked from her seat next to Heather. Ever since Alena had walked into class with Lynn in her hand, Heather had been tapping away at her desk with a haggard look in her eyes.
“I’m fine,” she said. She kept her vacant gaze pointed straight ahead, and her voice was devoid of life. The tapping didn’t stop.
“You sure don’t look like it,” Lynn commented from her tiny desk atop Alena’s. She noticed the dark wrinkles under Heather’s eyes, how her lips and eyelids quivered erratically.
“I said I’m fine!” Heather shouted so loud, she almost knocked Lynn off her seat. The anger scrunching her features subsided as quickly as it arose, Heather unsettled by the concern painted on her friends’ faces. “Sorry. I know you’re looking out for me, but… Fuck, I’m sorry.”
“What’s wrong?” Alena asked, reaching over to place her hand on Heather’s wrist. Her touch calmed Heather’s fidgeting, ceasing the restless tapping. Lynn walked over and leaned forward onto her girlfriend’s arm, her way of offering her own support from across the distant gap between desks. Heather let out a deep sigh; she didn’t want to get into this, but how the hell was she supposed to say “no” to these two?
“I haven’t had a smoke since Wednesday. Two days without a cigarette, it’s driving me crazy.” With her hand locked in Alena’s gentle grip, Heather gnawed on her lip in search of an unattainable sense of satisfaction.
“You’re quitting!? That’s wonderful!” Alena cheered.
“No, it ain’t. I fucked up.” Heather hadn’t spoken to Javi since their tryst went awry. The only thing keeping the cravings at bay was the guilt providing a modicum of motivation when it wasn’t eroding her self-esteem. Seeing Lynn cozy up to her girlfriend’s humongous arm worsened the hurt, an adorable display of what Heather had so carelessly thrown away. “I hurt Javi, and that pisses me off. I never want to do that to him or anyone else ever again.”
“What, by blowing smoke in his face? That’s no big deal,” Lynn raised. “Some guys are into that.”
“It’s not safe, Lynn,” Alena chided on Heather’s behalf. “Your lungs don’t have the strength or capacity to handle all those toxins.”
“Psh. If Javi’s seriously upset by a little smoke, then he’s being a big baby about this.”
“Lynn, he’s striving to be a pro athlete,” Alena argued. “His lungs are super important to his performance on the court. How can he play basketball if he can’t breathe?”
“No pain, no gain.” Lynn pushed herself off Alena’s arm and stood in front of her on the desk, arms crossed as she looked up at her partner looming over her. “He’s not going to get very far if he freaks out over every hiccup. Seriously, why would anyone even be into such a wuss?”
“Guys, don’t get into a fight over this,” Heather interjected. “Javi wasn't upset. He didn't lash out or anything, even though I deserved it. But I don’t know, he's probably just being nice to me.”
“That’s a good sign, I'd say,” Alena posited. “It means he still cares what you think of him.”
“I can talk to him if you'd like. Making people squeal is my specialty, in more ways than one.” Lynn winked at Alena, the latter shaking her head in disapproval, though the tiny read her true thoughts clear as day. Heather cracked a smile, her fidgeting easing for a moment.
“I appreciate it, but you don't have to trouble yourself. I'll see him again soon enough.” Heather held out her fist for the little lady across the gap. Lynn punched the wall that was her middle finger with enough force to register as a bump, having to wave her miniscule hand around afterwards to alleviate the sting. “I'm sure everything will be fine.”
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The tiny center's walls rumbled with all the commotion inside. Halloween was swiftly approaching and with that, the most important campus event of the first half of the fall semester: Galaween. The main event, The Phantom of Ballroom Dance, was organized and operated by the senior members of the tiny committee in cooperation with their sister committee ran by the bigs. Juniors and the underclassmen of each committee were responsible for setting up and hosting their own sideshows to coincide with the main event, though freshmen usually helped out with their upper-classmates’ undertakings rather than lead their own. As such, tiny chair Melanie and her fellow seniors were busy planning everything while the plucky group of freshmen tried their best to keep up. And as was becoming a yearly tradition, a heated debate over one of the sponsors broke out.
“You promised last year we weren't partnering with Beanstalk Co. again!” Jeremy declared. A burly fellow whose clothes always seemed a tad snug for his frame, Jeremy was a junior and likely candidate for the chairman's position next year, though his eagerness to boister his not always so popular opinions proved a hurdle to the throne he felt was rightfully his.
“I said I'd consider it. I never made any promises,” Melanie argued. Though not one of her stated goals, part of her mission as chair was to keep Jeremy from inheriting the title. “They've been our biggest supporter for years. I can't simply cut ties with them to satisfy the dissenting opinions of a vocal minority.”
“Sorry to be out of the loop,” Sam said, “but what is Beanstalk Co., and what makes them problematic?” Sam was another freshman, having joined the committee the second week of the semester. They had a petit build and soft, handsome features, their silky white hair contrasting with the black of their turtleneck.
“They invented the Vore Suit and pretty much popularized the whole vore scene,” Melanie explained. “A lot of the higher ups are alumni of mixed size universities, ours included, so they make pretty hefty donations to events like ours in turn for advertising spots. There's nothing problematic about the company itself per say, but some people are vehemently against vore as a concept.”
“It's barbaric!” Jeremy incited. “Maybe they don't teach this in public schools any more, but giants used to EAT us, like chew up and digest us. The fact people get off to that is sickening.”
“People used to say sex itself was barbaric and look how far we've come,” Melanie reasoned. “Besides, vore isn't like that. Sure, some like to fantasize about the deadlier aspects of it, but it's moreso about simply being inside another person. And if modern technology let's us explore these ideas safely, then who are we to decry it?”
“I think I'd be willing to try it,” Sam posited before Jeremy could get a chance to protest. “Getting swallowed sounds fun, like sliding down a big waterslide. It would have to be with someone I trust though.”
All eyes in the room kept shifting towards Jackie, expecting the only big present to have an opinion on the subject. She was sitting just outside the circle with Pierce on her lap. The conversation had garnered her full attention, and though she had plenty of thoughts on the matter, having the courage to express them was another thing entirely.
“The whole vore thing is kind of creepy if you ask me,” Pierce said. All eyes pointed to the mixed size couple. Even Javi, who had been glued to his phone the whole meeting, looked from his spot on the couch beside Jackie's knee. He only had assumptions to go off of regarding Jackie's “tastes,” but Javi was dead certain Pierce just stepped on a landmine. “Even with the proper protections, it seems unnatural wanting to get eaten like that. I don't get the appeal.”
“Exerting control, that's the appeal.” Jeremy jumped at the chance to get his point across, especially if it undermined Jackie and her aberrant relationship. It was no secret Jeremy wasn't fond of the big who barged into what had once been a tiny only space, and he wasn't passing up the opportunity to sew some discord between the young couple. A bad breakup could be all he needed to get her out of his hair. “Since oppressing us in no longer legal, freakin giants had to get creative with how they touted their supposed superiority.”
“It's not like that at all!” Jackie shouted. The tinies nearest her all covered their ears, not used to the big speaking at full volume, and Pierce nearly tumbled off her thigh in shock. “Sure, the predator and prey dynamic is a major component of vore, but it has nothing to do with oppression. It's no different from BDSM or pet play; it’s just an alternate way for people to express their love. Like Sam said, it's about trust. Vore is about giving yourself up to your partner to become one in body and spirit.”
The room fell silent, Jackie’s outburst echoing inside everybody’s head.
“Better be careful, Pierce. Your girlfriend’s quite the expert,” Jeremy goaded. “Might wake up one day in a dark, dank cave.”
Pierce kept quiet. He didn't understand what everyone was getting worked up for, but his intuition told him he'd do best to stay silent. Still, wandering thoughts wormed their way into his conciousness. Visions arose of Jackie tossing him into her mouth, chewing him up like beef jerky, and swallowing the bits with eerie satisfaction. No, she wouldn't do that. Jackie would never be into that. He looked up at his girlfriend. Her cheeks blared a bright shade of red, her eyes trained on an empty corner of the room.
If Pierce wasn't on her lap, Jackie would probably run for the door. Her fetish was a secret known only to her, something she was ready to take to the grave. To think she came so close to outing herself here of all places, surrounded by tinies. Jackie couldn't look down at her lap. Whether Pierce put two and two together or not didn’t matter, the mere thought that her boyfriend might think her a monster mortified her.
“That’s enough! Beanstalk’s sponsoring the event and that’s final. You don’t like it? The door’s right over there,” Melanie declared, shutting Jeremy up for the moment. She took a breath and turned her attention to the rest of the room. “I’d suggest trying vore out before knocking it. It’s a lot of fun if you go in with an open mind. My boyfriend and I once rented a bunch of suits and had a pool party in his stomach. Great time. Just, uh, be careful with any alcohol. Swimming in a pond of vodka sounds fun on paper, but all I’ll say is that the afterparty did not go as planned.”
“Well, you two convinced me,” Sam decided. “If I ever find that special someone, I’ll gladly jump down their throat. The way Jackie talked about it sounded so romantic.” They looked up at the blushing big and shot her a grin in solidarity. Jackie mouthed Thank you back to them and Melanie while Jeremy pouted on his side of the circle.
“Hey, I got an idea for Galaween!” Javi announced. Melanie and the others all cocked an eyebrow, amazed Javi was paying attention to any of that. “Let’s do an escape room. Lock a bunch of tinies in a maze and have big, scary Jackie hunt them all down while they try to solve puzzles or some shit. We could have a plant in the crowd wear a Vore Suit so she can swallow him for real and scare the shit outta everyone.”
“That’s… not a bad idea actually. Doll up Jackie in some monster getup and give the whole thing a haunted house vibe. I could talk to our reps at Beanstalk; I’m sure they’d lend us a suit and some other toys, they’ve expanded beyond just vore products you know.” Melanie scratched her chin, considering all the possibilities.
“I nominate Pierce to get swallowed,” Javi suggested.
“Me!?”
“What, you’re cool with your girlfriend swallowing other guys?”
Pierce sat there baffled by the question. Should I not be?
“I… I…” Conflicted thoughts waged war in Jackie’s cerebrum. So much of her wanted to play the predator, to swallow her man in an all-consuming display of intimacy, though she would have preferred to do that in the privacy of a bedroom. She had to hand it to Javi, scary haunted house monster made for a great cover, and any enjoyment she got from the process would surely heighten the illusion to the willful victims- er, participants. “Kind of creepy”? Pierce’s words played on loop. She understood how he felt. The desire to be eaten is crazy talk, going against eons of evolutionary programming. And for a tiny, who could realistically find themselves as another person’s meal, that fear was only natural, that skepticism deserved. But what if this was her chance? What if this was a one-in-a-hundred opportunity to show her partner how fun vore could be under the guise of play-acting?
“I’m up for it,” Jackie nodded. Melanie and Sam’s support motivated her to push past her fears and take the shot. “But only if Pierce is willing. I’m not swallowing anyone else.”
All eyes were now on the tiny in her lap. Sweat coated his back and forehead. Was he the crazy one? It wasn’t like he didn’t trust Jackie. It was perfectly reasonable to be afraid of being eaten even with all the proper precautions. Accidents happened. What if there was a tear in the suit? What if he slipped in her stomach, fell unconscious, and drowned? What if she sneezed while he was in her mouth and bit his head off? What if the tight, dark, bottomless corridor of her esophagus drove him mad? These were all rational fears! “Can’t we just do a bake sale?” Pierce pleaded. Javi shook his head. “F-fine.”
“Javi, Sam, you two should be plants too. One scare ain’t enough, I want to make our very own big into a deranged serial killer. No, a massive mass murderer. No, a towering tyrant of terror!” Melanie practically cackled at the bevy of possibilities flooding her mind. While she pondered the many available, attention-grabbing alliterations, a boisterous behemoth barged into the room.
Michelle stomped past miniature furniture and scrambling tinies, all sensors targeted at one man in particular.
“Oh, hey Mi-mmph!” Javi attempted to greet her before she snagged him between her fingers, reaching past Jackie and wisking him far from his fellows below. Without a word, she trudged out into the hallway, tiny man secured in her clutches, and disappeared into the crowd.
“What was that about?” Jackie asked. As her eyes panned down towards her lap, she caught Sam staring at the doorway, and it occurred to her that this wasn't the first time she had noticed them do that shortly following Michelle's regular arrivals.
“Javi and Heather skipped class together the other day. Maybe she's upset about that,” Pierce deduced.
“You don't think Javi's cheating on her, do you?” Sam asked.
“That's impossible. He'd have to be dating her to do that,” Pierce explained. Unlike her boyfriend, Jackie picked up on the glimmer in Sam's cornea. “She's been pining for him for as long as we've known her, but he's always distracted by other, more assertive girls. I guess she's finally fed up being the last one out.”
“Is that so? I wonder what she sees in him.”
“You should try saying ‘hi’ to her next time she comes in,” Jackie suggested, casting Pierce in shadow as she leaned forward.
“Really? I doubt she'd even notice me.”
“It's worth a try.” This time, Jackie shot Sam the supportive smile, brightening the tiny’s dour demeanor. Jackie was ready to delve into all the experience she didn’t have to advise her lovelorn protégé, but then she checked the time on her phone. “Oh, we should be going too.” Jackie held out her palm beside her thigh and waited for Pierce to crawl on before lifting him several feet into the air. “See ya, Sam. Feel free to reach out if you ever want someone to talk to.”
“Thanks. Same goes for you,” Sam responded, waving the couple off. “And I’m looking forward to getting terrorized by you, oh towering tyrant.”
“Actually, I’m thinking ‘Sinister Siren of Significant Scale,’” Melanie corrected to a chorus of groans. “Or is that too much of a mouthful?”
Jackie broke into the hallway with her boyfriend in tow, keeping as much distance as possible from any oncoming bigs as she made her way towards their class. Holding Pierce up at chest level at least gave her something pleasant to focus on, drowning out the world around her.
“Are you sure you're up for this escape room idea? No one's going to judge you if you aren't.”
“It's fine. I'll be fine.” Pierce tried his hardest not to think about it, a difficult prospect being so close to her mouth as she talked. Halloween was still a couple weeks away, plenty of time to shelve any anxieties. “What about you though? You aren't weirded out at the thought of swallowing me?”
“Oh, uh…” She couldn't tell him the truth, not yet, maybe not ever. Goddammit, Javi, why'd you have to put me in this position? And why'd I have to go and agree to it? She knew why. As she looked down at the succulent piece of meat in her palm, dreams of his flailing form inching down her esophagus rattled her mind.
“Is everything alright?” Pierce asked, pointing to the corner of her mouth. “You're drooling.”
“Ah!” Jackie quickly wiped her mouth with her free arm. “Sorry, guess I'm hungry. Ha ha… What were we talking about? Oh right, uh, it doesn't bother me. I’m good at swallo- I mean, I’ve got a deep thro- no, no… It'll make for a good scare, don't you think?” She probably shouldn’t admit she swallows gummies and other candies whole as a discreet form of roleplay, and wishful practice for the real thing. Lost in thoughts and excuses, Jackie jerked to the right, barely avoiding an inattentive student passing through. “Want to change the subject?”
“Please.”
“So, how about Sam, huh?” Jackie asked, skipping up the stairs to the second floor. The staircase on this end of the building was often deserted at this time, making it far more ideal for an introvert than a packed elevator.
“What about them?”
“Come on, it’s obvious they have a crush on Michelle. Every day, their eyes are glued to her from the moment she walks in.” Jackie got off the stairs onto the second floor, juking around an oncoming professor. “We've got to set them up with each other. You and Javi have known Michelle since high school, and in all that time he's never made a move. I can't imagine that changing now all of a sudden.”
“I don't disagree, but I'm not sure how you expect me to help.” Pierce scratched at the back of his neck. “I ain't exactly an expert on asking girls out.”
“We're together, aren't we? Don't sell yourself short.” Jackie brought Pierce to her lips and kissed him. The tiny still wasn't used to receiving kisses that spanned half his standing height, the pressure of the vermillion walls threatening to topple him, but his body stood firm, fortified by the strength of his affection. Jackie stopped walking and huddled up against the wall, not ready to let the moment end on their way to class. When she finally pulled back, the friction of her skin clung to her lover's frame, forcing Pierce to push himself off the bountiful lips, a herculean task both physically and emotionally.
“Hey, guys,” Alena greeted as she caught up to the couple. Jackie joined Alena as they continued towards their classroom. “Anything new in your neck of the woods?”
“Someone in our club has a crush on a girl who has a crush on Javi who I am convinced should get with Heather already. It’s a whole love triangle.”
“It’s more of a rhombus, really,” Pierce corrected. The two women glanced down, giving him a look that either meant they didn’t know what that was or they didn’t care. “And you forgot about Shawna.”
“I don’t even know Shawna,” Jackie huffed. “But I know Javi and Heather, and I think they’d be perfect for each other.”
“Speaking of Heather,” Alena jumped in, “be extra supportive when you see her, and patient too. She’s quitting smoking.”
“Good for her! I always hated that stuff.” Jackie grimaced and waved her free hand in front of her face, miming clearing away a cloud of smoke. “Makes me cough and gag.”
“Now that she’s hanging around tinies regularly, she’s trying to be more conscious of how her actions affect them.” The two women entered their classroom and sat down in their usual spots in the back, Jackie grabbing a tiny desk for her boyfriend. “Which I suppose is true for me too. Lynn keeps complaining that I'm too gentle with her. How about you, Pierce, happy with how Jackie handles you?”
“I've got no complaints,” Pierce said as he sat down in front of his girlfriend. “She's the most considerate person I know.”
“Stop it,” Jackie waved off, blushing. “You don't have to flatter me.”
“No, it's true. You're good at seeing things from other people's perspective and making sure they're comfortable. I'm usually on edge around bigs, friendly or not. I've got to stay alert in their stead. But it's not like that when I'm with you.” Jackie rested her hand beside Pierce's seat, taking his hand between her thumb and forefinger and softly massaging it. “It's nice letting my guard down when you're around.”
“Aw, you two are precious,” Alena cooed, tugging at the others’ bashfulness. “The four of us should go out together sometime. Maybe this weekend?”
“I’m down,” Jackie said with Pierce nodding along from below. “Just let us know the plan.”
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After a momentous struggle, Javi managed to poke his head out from Michelle’s tight grip. She had brought him outside of Main Classroom, carrying him across the school pavilion. “Where we headed?” Javi asked, his body swaying to the swing of Michelle’s gait. Fortunately, he enjoyed riding the topsy-turvy attractions at theme parks, so he kept his breakfast tucked in his gut for the time being.
“My dorm,” Michelle answered in a huff. “I’m not letting those harpies anywhere near you today.”
“Ok, but could you stop swinging me?”
Michelle paused and lifted Javi to her face, opening her palm so he could sit freely on it. “Oh, sorry.” The giant woman breathed heavy as she spoke, hurling strong gusts at the man in her hand. Javi could smell her breakfast on her breath: eggs, maple sausage, and orange juice. To his shock, the food’s lingering aroma still smelled good, likely a mark of the meal’s quality. Michelle continued walking while holding Javi flat in front of her. The T-shirt/hoodie combo she wore covered most of her skin, but her tubby figure stretched the fabric thin, bouncing and swaying with every step. “Have you eaten anything recently?”
“Just the coffee I had for breakfast.”
“That’s all? We gotta fix that.”
The sky above was veiled in grey. The brisk October air bit at the skin, but the warmth residing within Michelle’s hand kept the cold at bay. The dorms were but a quick jaunt away from Main Classroom, and before long, the pair were sheltered from the Autumn elements. A short elevator ride and a brief trip down the hall and the two found themselves at Michelle’s door.
Once inside, Michelle brought Javi into her kitchenette and placed him on the table next to a miniature dining set. “I didn’t expect you to have tiny furniture,” Javi commented, sitting down at the table fit for him.
“It’s my roommate’s,” Michelle admitted. While her friend got himself situated, she walked over to the fridge and pulled out an assortment of ingredients. “Her best friend is a tiny. She’s a nice gal, but I wish they’d tell me when they’re having guests over. I can’t count how many times I almost sat on someone.” Michelle pulled out two frying pans from her cupboard. One large and one small, by her standards; both were still larger than a swimming pool to the tiny seated at the table. After fiddling with the stove, Michelle placed two beef patties in one pan and a meager smattering of shredded hashbrowns in the other, seasoning the beef with spices from an unlabeled mason jar. Beside the stove, she dumped a basket of fries into a countertop grease fryer.
“Basketball season’s starting soon. You excited?” Michelle asked, adjusting the stove’s dials.
“Yeah, practice has really amped up, but I’ll be ready for gameday.”
“I’m sure. I already bought season tickets, so I’ll be cheering for you at every game.” Once the patties were brown on the outside, Michelle tore a pinch of meat from some raw burger still on the counter. With her fingers, she molded the ground round into a small disk and placed it beside the hashbrowns in the smaller pan, sprinkling a measly helping of finely ground seasoning she had prepared beforehand. Seconds passed and one flip later the burger was ready. Everything finished in sync as planned. Michelle plated the food, placing the meat on hand-baked sesame seed buns, the tiny patty on a smaller piece of artisan bread torn off a full loaf, and decking them all out in a menagerie of locally sourced toppings.
She brought her plate over first. Javi shook at the impact of it landing on the table. Two mountainous burgers paired with a rolling hill of fries. There was probably enough food on that plate to feed a thousand tinies. Michelle grabbed Javi’s plate, no bigger than a confetti sprinkle, and dropped it into her palm as gently as possible. She devoted her full attention to carrying it over, scared of spilling the contents. The rest of her body trembled as she concentrated on keeping her fingers still, delicately lifting it between her thumb and forefinger and lowering onto the tiny table. Her grin stretched from ear to ear upon a successful landing.
“Thanks for the food.” Javi looked over his plate. It smelled good, like sitting at the bar of a classic, 50s style diner, but the presentation could use some work. The burger itself was a bit of mess, the bun and lettuce torn roughly off the larger source, and despite being less than a bite’s worth for someone of Michelle’s stature, it was still much too large a serving for the tiny, equating to the size of Javi’s head. The burger sat beside a helping of “fries” which really amounted to a wee stack of hashbrown straws. Nevertheless, Javi wrapped his fingers around the awkward burger and dug in, his eyes widening at the first bite. “This is delicious!”
“You really think so? Thank you!” The meat was juicy, perfectly seasoned, and tender as the memories of a first love. The fluffy bun, crisp lettuce, and succulent tomato came together in a passionate fusion, drawing out the flavor profile of each ingredient into an explosive sum that rocketed beyond the stars. The “french fries” fared just as graciously, crisp on the outside and soft as a cloud on the inside, and perfectly salted. “Would you like some iced tea? I brewed it myself.” Michelle ran over to the fridge and pulled out a pitcher. Returning to the table, she pinched Javi’s miniscule glass and poured it full, spilling a fair amount of tea onto her fingers and the table below. She placed the glass back on the mini table, happy to have not spilled any on Javi or his food. The impact from putting down the pitcher did rattle her guest though.
“Bigs usually suck at cooking our kind of food,” Javi admitted, taking a sip of his drink. It was a tad sweet for his tiny palate but refreshing none the less. “But this is incredible. What’s your secret?”
“My dream is to open my own restaurant,” Michelle explained with a glimmer in her eye. “I’m studying business here, but I also plan on attending culinary school. Whether as a chef or a manager, I want to have a holistic expertise on all aspects of the food industry for patrons of all sizes. Maybe I’ll even host my own food program on TV, though I guess I could just start an online cooking show, but that doesn’t have the same panache. But aside from that,” Michelle squirmed in her seat, glancing off to the side, “if I were to marry a tiny, I’d want to cook tasty meals for them.” Of course, by “a tiny,” she meant Javi, but she had read online that tiny men feel strongly about their independence and assumed he wouldn’t take kindly to talks of tying the knot so early in their relationship.
Javi, zoned in on eating, didn't think too deeply about her comment or notice her body language. “Give me a call when you open. I'll eat there any chance I get.”
“R-right. I'll reserve a table for you at the grand opening.” Michelle gorged on her food, shoveling a half-pound burger and thick cut fries into her mouth like they were water. The room went quiet save for the sound of smacking lips. Michelle struggled to discover another topic for conversation while Javi was too preoccupied with his meal to contribute. He was impressed with his host’s voracity, however. The only thing more awe-inducing than standing at the foot of a giant was to watch one eat. A human jaw wielded the strength to demolish houses, and a mouth had enough space to pack several winters worth of food in a single bite.
In no time, Michelle cleaned her plate, her cheeks smeared with grease and condiments. Javi gave up halfway into his oversized burger, having eaten enough to last him the rest of the day. They each leaned back, rubbed their bellies, and let out a sigh to celebrate the end of a hearty meal.
“Would you care to head out?” Michelle asked, clearing off the table. She took what remained of Javi's food and gulped the crumbs down. “I thought a walk through the park this time of year would be nice.”
“Sounds good to me.”
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Minutes before Women’s and Gender Studies began, Heather tapped away at her desk, stranded by the empty chairs around her.
“Goddammit,” Shawna bemoaned upon reaching the isolated corner. “You guys can't keep skipping class with Javi. It's going to reflect poorly on his grade.” Heather didn't respond. She wasn't even paying attention. Her glass eyes bored straight through the wall. “What's wrong? Are you okay?”
“I'm fine.” Heather didn't have to think; the words just slipped out on their own. Shawna sat down in the empty desk next to her, crossing one nylon-clad knee over the other.
“Sure you are. What, did you quit smoking or something?” Finally, a glimmer of life flashed in Heather's eye.
“How'd you know?” She asked, turning towards the TA.
“I vaped all throughout high school,” Shawna admitted. Leaning on the desk, she scanned Heather from head to toe, piecing together all the visible withdrawal symptoms. “Quitting was a bitch, but I got through it. Seeing you like this has me nostalgic.”
“Save the gloating. It's giving me a headache.”
“Are you going cold turkey? There's nothing wrong with weaning off the habit. Patches, ecigs, you have options.”
“No. It's all or nothing, and I ain't letting this shit win. I'm better than that.” Heather stopped tapping, clenching her fists so tight her nails dug into her palm. Shawna sighed and pulled out a pen and notepad, scribbling a name and phone number onto the parchment.
“If you’re going to be stubborn, then here.” She handed her the note bearing the name Melvin Adams. “He’s a therapist employed by the college. General practitioner, but he has lived experience with addiction, and I can personally vouch for his effectiveness.” Heather pouted and opened her mouth to say something. “And don’t give me any lip about handling this on your own. You’re not weak for seeking help. Shouldering the burden by yourself does no good if you collapse under the pressure.”
Reluctantly, Heather pocketed the note. “Thanks. Didn’t expect you to care so much.”
“You’re my student. Even if we don’t always see eye to eye, I have a responsibility to look out for you.” Shawna winked at Heather and returned to the front of the classroom. Alone again, Heather stared at the vacant seat next to her, more specifically at the spot Javi usually sat. She didn’t return to tapping. Instead, she stuffed her hand in her pocket and caressed the note, keeping her eyes locked on that seat.
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The metropark was awash in the ocher hues of autumn. A long cement trail carved through the trimmed grass, running parallel to a flowing river. Even with the chilly weather, the path was populated by runners, bikers, strollers, and those taking a long romantic walk in the park. Of course, park rules forbid tinies from using the path unless carried by a big; they had a separate pathway exclusively for them with tunnels undercutting the larger path at any point they intersected.
Natural. Natural. This has to be it. I can't imagine any place more natural than this, Michelle thought while carrying Javi in her cupped hand. She had read online that places surrounded by natural splendor had a higher average success rate regarding marriage proposals. Michelle leaned on a wooden fence overlooking the river, holding her friend above the rapids below. This will work. Now's the time to ask.
“Javi, you know about that school dance that's coming up? Galaween, I think it's called. Would you care to be my date for the ball?”
Javi hesitated to responded. Not out of any social anxiety nor fear of commitment, but his focus lied on Michelle’s shaking hand and the far drop over the rushing water. “Sorry, but I already have an obligation that night.”
Shit! Did one of those homewreckers get to him first?!
“I'm helping the tiny committee run an escape room during the event.” Javi didn't get why Michelle sighed in relief, but he was happy that her hand finally stilled. “I won't be available for most of the dance, but if I can get a break in, then I might be able to join you for a bit.”
“Gotcha. That's fine,” Michelle consoled herself. “I guess I'll go with some friends and hope to see you.” She returned to the trail and headed back towards downtown, her gait stiffening compared to the relaxed pace she adopted prior.
“So, we going back to your place?” Javi asked.
“No, I've got another class to get to,” Michelle huffed.
“Oh. Alright then.”
“Why?” Michelle cocked an eyebrow. “Were you expecting something else?”
“No, no. Just curious what the plan was,” he shrugged. Maybe she had once planned on skipping that other class. Maybe she expected a certain someone to accept her offer. Maybe she was ready and willing to take him home and shove him up an unmentionable orifice. But whatever the case may be, Michelle had lost her appetite.
…
Lynn rang the doorbell suspended an inch off the ground. Each door in the dormitory had one which produced a unique sound so that residents could know what size guest they should expect to greet. Lynn swayed her hips back and forth in gleeful anticipation as she waited for her girlfriend to answer the door. However, upon hearing that familiar creaking sound, it was an entirely different figure looming in the doorway.
The woman, a bit taller and a tad thinner than Alena, peered down at the unfamiliar tiny. Shadowy mascara and equally dark lipstick complimented her brown complexion. Bright streaks of green highlighted her otherwise raven hair. Steel toe boots with tips taller than Lynn led up into a battered pair of black jeans, with a matching denim vest adorning her shapely figure. After getting an eyeful of the vivacious lady at her feet, the woman crouched down to greet her. “You must be that Lynn Richards I've heard so much about,” she said, licking her lips. “I'll admit, if I didn't like Alena so much, I'd have to snatch you up for myself.”
“You make quite the first impression yourself,” Lynn smirked. She wore a chic, low-cut tee, a designer skirt that accentuated her wide hips and slender legs, and wedge sandals. Not the outfit best suited for the fall weather, but that was one of the perks of living two floors below her girlfriend. “If Alena were willing to share me, and I can't blame her if she isn't, I suppose I'd consider taking you up on that offer.”
“You sure you could handle the both of us, little one?” she purred.
“That's a good point,” Lynn shrugged. “You'd need at least three or four women to really satisfy me.” The punk straightened her stance, taken aback by the tiny's bravado. “Though I suppose if Alena's involved, you all could just rely on her to carry you.”
“I've taken part in plenty of tiny orgies, and can honestly say I've never met anyone like you. Name's Naila. I'm Alena's roommate if that weren't obvious.” Naila held out her index finger which Lynn promptly shook.
“Lynn. But you knew that already.” Naila stepped aside and let Lynn walk herself in. The dorm looked much like the twins’, albeit with their own personal touches and a shared bathroom with the dorm next door. Alena's side wasn't too far off from Jackie's, the walls and furniture covered with nerdy game and anime merch. Despite the aesthetic being inspired by the other side of the pond, Naila's half of the room was just as colorful. Band posters littered the wall, electric instruments and amps piled up the corner, the Union Jack adorned her bedsheets, and bongs in a variety of technicolor patterns dotted every inch of shelf space. While Lynn took in the scenery, Alena sat in her bed talking on the phone.
“No, Mom, I'm not interested in meeting him. I'm sure he's a nice guy, but…” Alena noticed her girlfriend step into the corner of her vision. “Sorry, Mom. I gotta go.” Lynn thought she heard faint protesting from the other line as Alena hung up.
“What was that all about?” Lynn asked, approaching her giant partner.
“Nothing to worry about. Everything’s fine, just Mom being a mom.” That answer didn’t appear to satisfy the little lady, climbing onto Alena’s outreached palm with her hands on her hips. “You know how they are, always trying to butt into our lives.”
“Yeah, that tracks. But you didn’t have to hang up so quickly. I wanted to say hi!” Lynn stomped on Alena’s skin, leading the giantess to wince. Bewildered, the tiny looked down at her foot, wondering how her heel’s flat sole could cause her massive girlfriend any pain.
“Oh uh, you’ll get a chance to eventually. No need to rush.” Alena searched the room for a subject to change to, delighted to see her roommate sit down on the bed across from hers. “I see you finally met Naila. You two hit it off?”
“I mistook the incessant praise as embellishment,” Naila said, “but from the little I’ve seen of Lynn, I think you’ve been underselling her.”
“I tend to have that effect. It’s so hard to find words that do me justice,” Lynn boasted before turning to Alena. “I can’t believe it’s taken this long for me to see your room, especially since you’ve seen mine so many times.”
“That’s because it’s rare for Naila to not have company over, and even rarer that said company is wearing clothes.”
“Hey, you two are invited to join anytime. Don’t get me wrong, I love covering my body in tinies, but I’d die for a partner my size to smush them between.” Naila fell back on her bed and massaged her crotch, wild fantasies running rampant in her mind. Alena dropped her free hand onto her palm, forming a barrier between her girlfriend and her roommates public display, but Lynn grabbed onto Alena’s fore finger and lifted herself to peek over the top. “It’s a real shame your monogamous, Alena.”
“Are you kidding? Keeping up with Lynn is hard enough,” Alena laughed, lifting the barrier upon realizing its worthlessness. “I’m just glad she found me before you could add her to your collection.”
“Wait, you’re single?” Lynn asked, diving into her phone’s contacts list. “What’s your opinion on librarians?”
Naila stopped pleasuring herself to ponder the question. “Not my favorite fetish, but they’re somewhere in the top thirty. Above nuns but below teachers. Why do you ask?”
“I’m setting you up with my coworker.” Lynn found Justine’s contact info and airdropped it to Naila’s phone along with a picture.
“Oh fuck!” Upon seeing the photo, Naila shot straight up. “Is she working right now?”
“Yup.”
Naila leapt off her bed and bolted for the door. “See ya guys. If you need anything from the library, text me.” With the punk gone, Lynn focused her attention on her massive lover.
“Goodie! Now we have the place all to ourselves.” Lynn knelt beside Alena’s thumb and hugged it tight, squeezing her supple tits against the appendage. Alena used her other hand’s forefinger to rub down Lynn’s back, eliciting a soft purr from the tiny with each stroke.
“Just gauging the room, but are you actually interested in orgies?”
“Not really. Everyone else involved would just distract me from you. And I don’t share with other tinies. If I’m not the center of attention, then it’s a waste of my time.” Lynn kissed Alena’s thumb and caressed it in much the way Alena was rubbing her. Alena smiled wide, elated to hold such a wonderful woman in the palm of her hand. “Now, what I’m really interested in is getting ready for Galaween. Let’s go dress shopping tomorrow!”
“Shopping? I was just going to wear my prom dress. It’s not like anyone here has seen it already. Aside from Heather, but she doesn’t count.”
“Nonsense! I want to try on dresses with you!” Lynn pouted. “What’s the point of making fat stacks at the library if we aren’t treating ourselves with it?”
“I get that our minimum wage is a lot for a tiny, but you’re in for a rude awakening if we’re shopping for me too.”
Lynn propelled herself off the thumb and pointed at Alena’s expansive face. “Dammit, I’m going to watch you try on dresses even if it costs my entire earnings! If you’re not the third prettiest girl at this gala ball, then what kind of girlfriend does that make me?”
“Third?”
“Me, Jackie, and you,” Lynn counted on her fingers. “Jackie’s only second because she aped my look,” she said of her slightly older sister. Alena covered her mouth as she laughed, unable to hold out against her puny girlfriend’s conviction. Once she got that out of her system, she lifted Lynn to her lips and planted a kiss across most of her body.
“Fine. If it's really that important to you, we can go dress shopping tomorrow. But for now…” Alena repositioned herself so she was sitting fully sprawled out on her mattress and placed Lynn between her high-walled legs. A lascivious glint flashed in the giant woman's eyes, one reflected in the miniscule pools of her partner’s. “...I'm more interested in undressing.”