Downsizing by MXP

~~Liam & Luna~~

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Liam sat at his desk, reading through a dozen dossiers and reviewing maps for work. Luna was near his keyboard waving at him, trying to get his attention.

“Babe, is this all you’re going to do today?” his tiny wife asked. 

“I have to. It’s my job.”

“Come on, honey, do you want to have some fun with me? I love how you play with other downsizers. Want to try some of that stuff with me?”

Liam let out a snort through his nose. “You don’t want me doing those things to you, do you? Those other downsizers aren’t like you.”

“I know that. I’m your wife!” She waved her hands while she spoke. “Oh, I know! We’ll come up with a safe word. You treat me like those baddies and pretend to torture me with your big, bad dick. And if it’s too much, I’ll yell: banana!”

“Banana?”

“That’s the safe word. And if you hear me say that, you back off. Okay? Doesn’t that sound like fun? Ever fantasize about me being this small?” She did a pirouette and a slight bow at the knee. “Ever want to have complete control over me? I can’t fight back, babe. You can use me—abuse me. I’ve been a real bad girl,” she said with a sultry tone.

“You okay, babe?” he asked, leaning over. “Did the downsizing make you feel a little loopy?”

“Liam, come on! Let’s have sex. I want to play that beast between your legs.”

Liam placed his elbow on his desk and rested his head on his fist. “How does a nap sound?”

“Babe, what’s wrong?” she asked with a disheartened scowl. “I thought you’d be all over me?”

“If you were human, yes. Because, y’know, I married a human. Not a downsizer.”

“What are you saying? You don’t love me anymore.”

“No, no, nothing like that. I love you, Luna! But remember what you just did. You downsized without discussing it with me. A permanent, lifelong decision to be two-inches tall, and you never thought to ask me? Or wonder how I’d feel about having a two-inch wife?”

She mumbled, “Because you would’ve said ‘no.’”

“Right.”

“That’s why I did it. I’ve always wanted to be downsized, and I didn’t want you holding me back anymore. So, what’s wrong Liam? Are you mad I made a decision about my body without consulting my man? Do you have a thing against mixed-size marriages? Or maybe you’re just a scummy sizeist?”

“Don’t you call me that!” He said, sitting up and pointing a finger. “I’m far from being a sizeist. I protect downsizers. It’s my job.”

“So, you’re not a sizeist.” She crossed her arms and rocked her head. “You’re just against mixed-size marriages. Think people should stick with their kind, huh?”

Liam sat back in his chair and let out a long breath. “Babe …” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I just need some time to process all this. You gotta admit; this latest stunt of yours …”

“Stunt?” she almost shouted. “Saving the planet and being the object of your desire is a stunt?”

“My desire?”

“I’ve seen that look in your eye. When you make them worship you, force them to play with you. You look so happy. I want you to look at me like that.”

“Luna, is that what this is all about?” He asked, leaning in. “Babe, I don’t want to force you to play and worship me. I want you to be my wife.”

“But what if your wife wants to do those things?”

Liam looked away and slowly shook his head. “I need to get back to work.”

“Can we at least … try to have some fun?” Luna said, appearing mousey to him.

Liam gave her a wry smile. She’d tried his patience so many times throughout their marriage with her outlandish ideas and schemes. But no matter what, he could never stay mad at her. She looked adorable at her new stature. The way she pouted and animated her movements while talking.

“Go for it, babe.” He smiled.

Luna squealed. She ran around his keyboard and to the edge of the desk. She looked over the edge, spotting his crotch a short jump below. Luna leaped and landed on his soft bulge. Liam lifted the waistband of his shorts and tighty-whities, allowing his two-inch wife to crawl under and towards his dick. Once Luna was inside, he let go of the waist, snapping his wife shut inside.

He went back to work while his wife shimmied across his flaccid cock. Her little feet dug into his shaft as she low-crawled over his meat. Luna eventually found it easier to drop to the side and onto his balls. Her goal was to reach the maroon tip of her husband’s cock.

Liam stared past his monitors. He felt her minute movements over his cock, and although it tickled, it wasn’t getting him off like it normally would. This was his wife—not someone that deserved punishment. And because of that, it wasn’t getting him off like it usually did. He had to be gentle and mindful of his wife and not act out with reckless abandon like he did with the other downsizers.

Luna crawling on his cock felt nice, though. But it would be better if he could stroke himself and kneed her body into his flesh to where he squeezed all the air out of her lungs. He would never do that to Luna, but the thought made him twitch.

“Excuse me, Liam?” Sofia asked, gently knocking on his door.

Liam swiveled on his chair to face the buxom Latina. “Yes, Mrs. Rodriguez?”

She let out a brief chuckle. “Just Sofia,” she said with a friendly smile. She stood at the doorway, her hands clasped, wearing the scrubs the downsizer technician gave her after her failed shrinking. “I feel like a ditz, but how do I work your shower?”

“Oh, just set the hot cold knobs where you want them, pull each one about halfway, and then pull the lever where the spigot is. But the knobs are mislabeled. Oh, and the cold water is a lot stronger than the hot one, so only turn it to about 75 degrees and the other one around 245 degrees for optimal temperature.”

“That sounds complicated,” she said with a polite grimace. “If it’s not too much of a bother, can you show me how to work it?”

“Sure.”

Liam stood up slowly, feeling his wife fall under his balls and get trapped in the cup of his underwear. He pulled his shorts and underwear up by the waist, so that he snugly glued her to his manhood. He gave Sofia an awkward smile and shambled to the bathroom.

Liam fiddled with the knobs and taught Sofia how his shower and tub worked. Once she said she understood, he turned to leave before Sofia stopped him again.

“I’m really grateful for you helping me, Liam. I don’t know where I’d be right now if you and your wife didn’t graciously offer your support.”

“Oh no worries, Mrs.—I mean Sofia.” He nervously chuckled. “I can’t even imagine what you’re going through.” 

“It’s been difficult. It scares me, actually.” She looked at her fingers and squeezed them. “The world has gotten so cold. But to see another human help another in a time of need—I feel blessed. Thank you, Liam—for everything. Can I just ask for one more teensy little favor?” Sofia asked, hoping not to overreach Liam’s generosity.

Liam nodded.

“Because I was going to downsize and leave my human self behind me ... I don’t have any clothes with me right now.”

“Oh, that’s right. Are you going to buy some?”

Sofia released a combination of her breath and a chuckle. “I will buy some clothes, but I have nothing to change into after my shower.”

Liam nodded.

“Umm, since your wife downsized, she probably doesn’t need her human clothes anymore …”

Liam nodded.

“Umm, I was wondering if I could … if I could borrow her clothes.”

“Oh—you need clothes?” Liam asked, his head finally clicking. “Sure, yeah, she’s got tons of clothes. Follow me.”

Liam led her into his bedroom. He opened up the closet and showed her Luna’s old clothes. Sofia walked in and looked through Luna’s shirts that hung from the rack. Liam stood back and idly gazed at Sofia. She was barefoot, but still just as tall as he was. The scrubs hid Sofia’s figure, but when she turned her back to him, Liam was almost knocked back by the display of her full ass. Those scrub pants were not tailored nor meant to show off the wearer’s figure, but Sofia’s ass filled the seat of the pants and stretched the fabric. His cock twitched.

“Are you sure she’s okay with me borrowing her clothes?” Sofia turned to ask Liam. “Maybe I should ask her?”

He had Luna sandwiched between his cock and balls, and couldn’t just pull her out in front of Sofia. “No, no! You’re right—she won’t be wearing these clothes ever again. Take all you need. But …”

Sofia turned and lifted a brow. Her dark pupils glinted under the warm lights inside the closet. Her expression was curious and attentive, making her overwhelmingly adorable. It was the first time Liam got a good look at this woman, and he felt ridiculous for not realizing what a gorgeous woman she was. This whole time he was so preoccupied with Luna’s stunt, he was walking around with tunnel-vision, unable to appreciate Sofia’s natural beauty. Even her tiny facial expressions, unnoticed by her, were captivating to him.

“Hmm?” Sofia hummed, breaking Liam’s trance.

“Oh, uh, the issue is, Luna was petite and you are big. Not what I meant …!” Liam slapped and rubbed his forehead. “What I meant … was that she had small …” He held out his hands like he was holding a pair of melons. He dropped them, when realized the gesture he was making. “Her body type was unique, is what I’m trying to say. I hope you find something that fits you.” Sweat beads formed on his forehead.

Sofia gave the timid man a toothy smile. “It’s okay, Liam. I know I’m pretty big up here.” Sofia grabbed a shirt from the rack and laid it across her chest. It looked like child’s clothing to her. “You weren’t kidding. I met her before she shrank, and she didn’t seem that much smaller than me. Maybe I’m bigger than I thought.”

Liam wasn’t sure if it was because Luna was straddling his cock or because he was looking at Luna’s shirt get dwarfed by Sofia’s enormous chest, but he was growing increasingly excited at that moment.

Okay, it was because of Sofia.

To avoid the risk of pitching a massive tent in front of Sofia, he excused himself and told Sofia to grab whatever she wanted. He rushed back to his office, shut and locked the door, and sat in his computer chair. He shimmied out of his shorts and let his cock spring out. Luna was holding onto the upper part of his shaft, gripping his cock for dear life, afraid of the perilous drop below her.

“You okay, babe?” he asked his tiny wife.

“Help!”

Liam plucked his wife from his shaft and held her up to his face. He looked down at her modest breasts and mentally compared them to Sofia’s.

“Hey,” Luna said with an exuberant smile. “Did I do that?” She looked over her shoulder at his manly pillar, which looked grander than any capital monument. “See, baby, I knew you’d like me playing with you!”

“Uh, yeah.” Maybe partly. Or maybe it was the attractive Latina going through his wife’s old clothes that hardly fit her big titty frame. A tall, dark olive-skin woman with thick legs and heavy, swaying mammaries. An unshrinkable, powerful woman.

Luna broke his trance and said, “I got a wicked idea, baby! I want to go inside your fleshlight like you force the other downsizers.”

Liam gave her a heartfelt laugh. “Are you sure? The last person I fucked like that, I broke 14 of their bones.”

Luna let out a sultry moan and looked up at him flirtatiously. “Really?”

Liam set his wife on the base of his dick, then opened the bottom drawer of his desk and pulled out dental floss. “We’ll take it slow. Remember, babe: banana.” Luna squealed and clapped her hands. He took out a few inches of floss and tied around Luna and the base of his cock, so her back was against his shaft. He made it loose, so she wouldn’t get hurt—a kindness he’d never extend to those getting punished.

She was like Ann Darrow from King Kong, tied to the stake and ready to be sacrificed. Except this stake was five times her size and more akin to a Saturn rocket than a sacrificial wooden pole.

His wife was so happy. And so was he. Maybe she was onto something with this downsizing. She looked so delicate, so fragile, juxtaposed against his thick, veiny monster. He felt himself swell even larger, the slack in the floss paying off, as now it fit snug around her waist. Luna’s breathing became labored as her giant husband’s eyes became filled with lust. So, this is how the others saw him … She thought. Before he tortured them. Luna’s nipples were popping out and her womanhood was on fire.

Liam reached once again into his desk. “There it is.” He pulled out a clear cylindrical object that was bigger than a Pringles can. It was his see-through fleshlight. He pumped some lotion onto his cock, and then slowly inserted himself into his toy.

Luna stood back in awe, watching her husband’s maroon head split the opening of the fleshlight like a hot knife through butter. She felt his pulse quicken under her feet, and could see his cock twitching rhythmically to his heartbeats. His veins were so engorged they were thicker than her arms. His shaft was a furnace that made her back perspire.

The structure of his toy was so large, it looked like a four story building to her, and even then, she wondered if it was too small for him. Liam grunted as he tried shoving himself deeper into the fleshlight. Maybe it was a good call that she didn’t go inside. There was hardly any extra space in there.

Liam physically couldn’t fit his entire length into the toy. Not that he would, anyway, since Luna was at the base of his shaft. Luna turned herself around, sat on her butt, and straddled his sequoia-sized cock. Her miniscule tongue licked a millimeter of his shaft while he pumped himself with his toy. Luna could’ve sworn she heard the plastic from the fleshlight groan under the stress of her husband’s giant cock.

Sex with her husband was something else. They had to work for weeks for Luna to take his manhood when she was normal-sized. She had to mentally and physically prepare herself to be impaled by him. But she loved servicing Liam. To look down at her pussy, and see herself taking him, inch-by-inch, brought her unbridled joy. In a sense, she was like his fleshlight when human-size. It was going to be an adjustment—never taking her husband like she did before. But she was excited about the future of their sex life with the new size dynamic.

Liam was fucking his toy only with half his cock. He jerked himself off, squinting to see his wife, a mere fraction of his godly cock. Liam loved the power he felt over downsizers, even his wife. He would never downsize himself for that reason alone. The tightness of his toy made him wonder if he’d gotten bigger. If Luna was still human, she’d probably be able to tell him. Shoot, she probably couldn’t take his length even as a human. He wondered if Sofia could take him? She was much larger than Luna ever was. Just one of Sofia’s boobs contained more mass than both of Luna’s combined pre-downsizing. It was a fun thought, but not something Liam would ever carry out. He loved Luna, to include her wild personality and antics. But it would be fun to see his tiny wife compared to that smoking hot Latina.

“Ugh.” Those large titties in his mind, combined with how tiny Luna was in comparison, made Liam cum. For ten seconds, he pumped his toy full of seed. He slowly lifted the fleshlight off his cock, releasing a deluge of white, hot cum down his shaft and onto his wife. Luna fought with the dental floss to free herself, but a large clump of his sperm landed on her as she was getting ready to pull her legs out. She underestimated the weight of the viscous molasses enveloping her and felt it pinning her against Liam.

Liam panted, as if finishing a race, and set his toy down on his desk. He looked at his wife and saw her struggling to stand up and break the surface tension of his cum. His deflating cock fell beside her like a grain silo. He lowered a pinky finger and helped break through the sticky mess.

“You okay, babe?” he asked.

She coughed and spat out the sticky seed. For a moment, she thought she was going to drown. But then she felt a total bliss take over. His aroma—that humid musk was intoxicating. With heavy eyes, Luna felt herself hallucinate and travel into a fantasy world. Unaware her husband’s scent was getting her high.

-

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While the tub filled with steamy water, Sofia fished out Miguel from between her breasts and held him in her palm. He was a little banged up and bruised, Sofia not having proper training to handle downsizers showed. She looked down at him lovingly, noting how sweaty his body was after being trapped between her flesh.

“How was it?”

Miguel gave her a thumbs up, while taking quick breaths of cool air.

“Want to take a bath with me?”

Miguel nodded eagerly. “That’s a great idea.”

Sofia placed him on the edge of the tub, then stripped out of her clothes. Miguel’s eyes were wide and unblinking. Her breasts were perfect in his eyes. Bulging orbs that, so masterful, so holy, it brought tears to his eyes. Sofia hooked her thumbs into her waist and shimmied out of the tight pants, having trouble clearing her hips.

Miguel swallowed as his heart palpitated. Her pants dropped to her feet, and there she stood. Dark olive skin beauty with curves like the Colorado river through the Grand Canyon. Her hairy cunt looked like a dark forest, waiting to be explored. Though her waist and stomach were soft, they curved inwards and were smaller than her breast and ass, giving her a Rubenesque figure.

“I’m kinda nervous,” she said. She had her arms to her side, resting on her upper thighs. “I bet from down there, you can see a lot of weirdness and—”

“You’re perfect.” His mouth was dry from breathing open-mouthed this whole time. He was starstruck by his wife. It was like the first time they dated and he lost all the words he was going to say to her. “Mi amor, you’re out of this world, beautiful.”

“Aww.” She got on her tippy toes with a giddy laugh. “I knew that, me not downsizing, wasn’t the end of the world. Our marriage is strong and nothing will break it apart.”

Sofia shut off the water in the tub and entered, one foot at a time. Fortunately, the tub was spacious and she could sink in comfortably. Her tits were like islands, her dark nipples poking outwards like flags planted at the peaks of mountains. She couldn’t help but giggle by how much her husband was still frozen by her looming presence. It felt good to be desired to this level. 

“Want to explore me?” She asked, dripping with lust.

Miguel didn’t have to be told twice. He stripped out of his clothes and dove into the water. The heat from the water stung his skin. He swam up to the surface and looked around him. Sofia’s tits hung high overhead and looked like a formidable cliff. Miguel swam towards Sofia’s collarbone, where he could stand and take a brief respite. He then clambered onto her boob and began scaling the mountain, which felt like a firm gym mat to him. The wetness was a difficult obstacle to overcome. Several times he lost his grip and his nude body slid down her flesh. It wasn’t all bad. His erection felt good against her skin.

Sofia’s giggle caused him to tumble back into the water. “Come on, big guy,” she teased. “Are my boobies too big for you?”

“I got it, I got it.” He was a little annoyed. He used his hands and feet better this time, having learned from his first attempt. Miguel also tried wiping the bathwater off the flesh he intended to climb.

“There you go, sweetheart. You’re doing a lot better this time.”

He slid down again. Her breathing was throwing him off, as Sofia was getting worked up seeing her husband struggle to climb her tit. She wondered if Miguel had gotten smaller. He looked really small. Or maybe it was an optical illusion? The combination of her well-endowed breast versus his downsized form.

“Lemme help,” Sofia said, as scooted him up her boob by placing her finger on his ass and pushing him up.

“I almost had it, y’know?” He stood up at the peak of her boobs. It truly felt like he was on the mountain peak of an island. Her legs were bent and out of the water. Her pussy was somewhere deep underwater. He had a flashback of when he used to watch YouTube videos of cave divers—people who scuba’d into underwater caves. He found that sport extremely foolish and dangerous. But god would it be fun to have a scuba set and training right then. He’d dive and go straight for his wife’s pussy, spelunking and pleasuring her at the same time. Do they sell scuba stuff for downsizers?

“Like what you see?”

He turned to his wife. “Why didn’t we do this sooner?” he asked with a smile.

“What do you mean?”

“Me downsizing, so I can explore you?”

“You do like this?” she asked with a hopeful expression.

“Hell yeah, I do.”

Her chest rose and fell to what felt like five feet swells to Miguel. Her nipples enlarged until they were erect. Miguel looked at the dark appendage, its milk ducts visible given his miniature stature. Her nipple was bigger than his head.

“You like me big?” Sofia asked with a gravelly voice.

“God yes,” was all Miguel could say.

“I’m really big, sweetheart.” Her left hand started pleasuring the folds of her pussy. “You’re so tiny. You look so tiny on my huge tits.”

Miguel got on his knees, rubbed her nipples with both hands.

“I’m so big,” Sofia moaned over and over, mostly to herself.

Miguel lowered his face onto her nipple and licked her milk duct, sticking his tongue as far as it could go. He then chewed on the edge of her nipple.

“Ahhh,” Sofia squealed. Her moan reverberated in the bathroom. Miguel was keenly aware of the thumping heart, and it exhilarated him to know that he—he caused that excitement to swell within her. An organ, larger than his body, pumping more blood than a river through her landscape of a body.

Sofia moved her finger and shoved the back of his head into her nipple. Miguel screamed out, but her rock hard nipple muffled his cries. His arms went out to his side and flailed. He tried pushing off Sofia’s tit, but her finger easily overpowered him.

She looked down and saw him struggling. “You’re so small. Bien pequeño.” Her legs tingled as she climaxed, watching her husband struggling under the gentle pressure she put on him. “I wish I was bigger.” She moaned. She released him and sunk deeper into the water.

“Sofia, what the fuck?” He gasped.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?”

“That fucking hurt. You got to watch it—please!”

Sofia giggled. Maybe that’s why you have to get training and pass a test to handle tiny people? “I barely touched you. Are you too weak or something?”

“I’m not weak! You’re huge!”

Sofia let out a satisfactory sigh. Huge. She was huge. Even the word itself sounded grand. It started with a soft ‘h’ and crescendoed to a big ‘G’ sound. Huge. Her husband couldn’t fight off her finger, and may have suffocated on her nipple if she didn’t relent. The power she now had over him was strangely intoxicating. She never realized how wild this feeling was.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” She laid her head back and closed her eyes. “I’ll remember how huge I am and treat you delicately next time.”

“Don’t patronize me.”

“I’m not, sweetheart,” she whined. “How can I make it up to you?”

-

Miguel was on his belly, laying across Sofia’s closed mouth, humping his dick between the crevice of her plump lips. Sofia tilted her head back and enjoyed the light rhythmic thrusts of her husband. He was giving it his all, but it felt like someone was playfully tapping her lips with a feather. Sofia was aroused again, but it wasn’t because her husband’s millimeter dick was rubbing against her lips. It was because the dynamics have changed. She could hear him huffing and puffing, vigorously fucking her mouth, only for that to surmount to a slight touch.

Sofia pushed the tip of her tongue through her lips, so that Miguel could feel it with his dick. The sensation was intense. He moaned and pressed his hips deeper into her billowy lips. He squirmed up and down, so that his cock dragged across the tip of her tongue.

It was overwhelming. He shouted to his giant wife that he was cumming and unloaded. Sofia slightly opened her lips. Miguel was on all fours and jerked his cock until he came. His ejaculation disappeared within the cavern of her mouth and lost to a sea of darkness. Sofia sealed her lips and tasted the less-than-a-drop of cum that landed on her tongue.

She tilted her head forward and caught her husband in her palm. “Yummy.” She cooed. “I can barely taste it, but you did a great job.”

Miguel wasn’t sure if she was teasing, but he didn’t care at the moment. He was exhausted and sexually satisfied.

“I love you, sweetheart.” She looked down at him adoringly.

“Love you, too, mi amor.”

-

“None of Luna’s clothes fit me.” Sofia was in the guest bedroom, sitting on the bed, trying on a pile of clothes she grabbed from Luna’s closet. Miguel stood on the bed and admired his half-naked wife trying out clothes. She found underwear that fit—granted, it looked like a g-string on her. She was going to forego wearing a bra until she could buy one that fit.

Sofia held up another shirt, but it was probably the smallest of the bunch. She doubted her thigh could even fit in it. Going through the pile again, she found a shirt that actually belonged to Liam. She held it up, and it looked large enough to fit.

“Oops,” she said. “I accidentally grabbed one of Liam’s shirts. But it looks like it’ll fit. Do you think he’ll mind?”

“Who gives a shit?”

Sofia lowered the shirt. “Something the matter.”

“No.” Miguel shook his head.

“Okay … something you want to tell me?”

“No, it’s fine. Wear his shirt. I don’t care.”

Sofia squinted her eyes, unsure what to make of his reaction. She slipped on the cream-colored shirt which had a vintage-style look advertisement for Lilliputian Lakes on the front of it. “Hey, it fits. Sort of.” The shirt was tight around her chest and loose around her midsection. Sofia tied a knot with the loose fabric and when she was done, her midsection was exposed.

Sofia rose from the bed. Her displaced weight caused Miguel to catapult into the air like he was on a trampoline. She turned to her husband and placed her hands on her hips. She stood there in just panties and a shirt that really only covered her chest. With a wide-grin she asked, “How do I look?”

Miguel swallowed a lump. “Amazing.” He walked over to the edge of the bed so he looked up and down her legs. “But honey, do you think it’s smart to walk around the house like that?”

She giggled. “I’ll find some shorts to wear. Maybe a skirt. If nothing fits, I’ll see if he has sweats I can borrow.”

“I meant your shirt.”

“What about it?”

“It looks super sexy on you. And I love you wearing it for me.” His smile faded. “But you don’t want him catching you like that, do you?”

Sofia raised a brow. 

“I don’t want him ogling my woman, that’s all!” he said.

“‘Your woman’? Miguel, what do you think is gonna happen?”

“I hope nothing.”

“Oh jeez,” she rolled her eyes. She went back to the pile of clothes, looking for something to wear on her legs. “It kinda upsets me, y’know? Your lack of trust in me.”

“I do trust you honey—but wouldn’t it be better if you gave him no temptation?”

“‘Temptation’? Oh, please. Why would a younger guy like that have any interest in me?”

“So you have thought about it.”

“Jesus, Miguel, listen to yourself.” She stood up tall over her diminutive husband. “Fine, if it’ll make you happy.” She undid the knot from her shirt and let it cascade over her midriff. “Should I wear a burqa, or does this cover me up enough?”

Miguel took a nervous step back. Sofia’s fiery Latina attitude never fazed him before, but looking up at her, large enough to topple a building, he feared her. He feared for his life. His self-preservation instincts kicked in. “Thank you, honey. Sorry, I didn’t—”

“Just stop, Miguel.” She found a pair of black leggings in the pile and tried to slip them on. She tore the seams as she tried to pull them up her thigh. “Seriously? How small was this girl?” Finally, she found pajama pants that were meant to have a baggy fit, but were tight around Sofia’s legs and ass like a second pair of skin.

Miguel was growing anxious. “You’re not mad at me, Sofia, are you?”

Sofia let out her breath. “No, sweetheart, I’m not. I guess your jealousy should flatter me—thinking I could bag someone young like that.”

Miguel bit his tongue.

“How do I look?”

“Beautiful, honey.”

“It’ll have to do for tonight. I’ll go shopping tomorrow.”

-

“Please leave your message after the tone.”

“Sweetie, it’s your mother,” Sofia said on the phone. “I’ve been trying to reach you every way I can: text, emails, social media. I know you’re getting my messages and choosing to ignore me. If you’re still mad, that’s—listen, please let me know you’re safe. Okay? I can’t stand knowing you’re downsized and not with me right now. I want to hold you so badly, sweetie. 

“I hope wherever you are, you’re safe and with someone who cares about you. I know you’re smart and know this world is filled with sickos that would take advantage of someone so sweet like you. I want to protect you, m’hijo. No matter what happens, no matter what you think of me, I’ll always be here for you. Call me, please. Tell me how you’re doing. And when you’re ready to come back home, please let me know.”

She ended the voicemail with a heavy heart.