-Reggie-
“So yeah, since that day I figure I’m just about immortal!”
The girl leaned her bar stool back precariously far, pulling her knees up towards her to brace her as she rocked against the counter. She had a long ponytail of pink hair, which went down almost as far as the small of her back, and wore a thin-strapped tank top with a skirt that looked homemade. It was divided into quilted diamond segments that clashed so vibrantly, it almost came together into a cohesive piece. Back, forth, back forth, she swayed as she talked, never fully coming to a rest.
“All that to say, you could really do anything you want to me, and I’d probably just enjoy it.”
Reggie inhaled deeply. She could hardly remember how this conversation started. This girl, pretty sure she introduced herself as Joy, just sat down next to her and launched into this… impressively convoluted tale of misfortunes. Something about a runaway shopping cart, nearly being hit by a truck. And that list bit. Anything you want, said with an intonation that Reggie wasn’t sure she liked, loaded with assumptions she knew better than to let herself unpack. And the rocking, the legs of the stool gliding off the floor, closer and closer to a tipping point, almost like she wanted to fall just to prove how lucky she was. Reggie swallowed her worries with a swig of her beer.
“Huh, yeah, you’re a bit of an adrenaline junkie I guess.” She said, dully. How nice it must feel, that sense of invulnerability. How lucky, not to have to worry about breaking your body beyond its point of use. The pink-haired whirlwind watched Reggie expectantly. Apparently it was still her turn to talk.
“So then, Joy, what do you do for work?”
“Oh, I don’t work!”
Of course she doesn’t. Reggie waits, giving Joy a chance to elaborate. And of course, she does.
“Yeah, like, basically I don’t really do well with the whole “schedule” thing. A girl needs her late-night girls-nights and beauty sleep, y’know?”
Reggie did not know, as she never got much of either. But she also couldn’t bring herself to be a downer.
“Hah, yeah, I getcha.”
“Can I touch your arm?”
“… what?”
“Oh! Sorry, that was supposed to stay inside!” Joy tapped a palm to her head and stuck out her tongue, “I don’t have much of a filter when I get tipsy.”
“Just half a bottle does it, huh?’
Joy pressed her malt beverage bottle to her cheek, smiling like an advertisement. The pink liquid cast a rosy light on her cheek. She giggled, adorably, and held the bottle high, throwing her head back dramatically as she raised the bottleneck to her glossy lips, not yet tilted enough for a sip. She muttered around it’s smooth rim, stretching even further back in her teetering stool.
“Yeah, bit of a lightweight, even before- woah!” Her eyes went wide as she passed the tipping point for freefall, where she stayed for less than a second as Reggie reflectively put out a hand to brace Joy’s lower back, fingers sinking into the skin between her skirt and tank top. It was soft, and slightly cool, and Reggie caught a faint whiff of vanilla.
“Y-you were about to fall-” Reggie stumbled.
Joy poorly covered a snorting laugh. Her eyes, crinkling at the corners. A nymphish expression behind her lashes.
“That’s okay, means I can still surprise you~” Joy flopped, draping herself against Reggie’s chest. She muttered something into it, but all Reggie could make out was: “another guardian angel…”
“Did you uh, come here with someone?” Reggie glanced around the bar nervously. It was fairly full, bustling enough that no one seemed too interested in the girl flirting with a head injury. Or maybe they just assumed the butch she was snuggling up to was responsible for her.
“Mmmm, nope! You could just snatch me up and noooobody would know!”
Reggie pushed Joy out to arms length and stood up.
“Why don’t I just walk you home, instead?”
Joy pulled her phone from her purse, not answering, but standing and pressing to Reggie’s side.
A post-winter frost still hung in the air. Not enough to need a bulky coat, but enough that Reggie had given up her denim jacket to cover Joy’s bare shoulders. It was too cold play things as loose as she was, and frankly, it’d do them both good if she covered up a little. She hadn’t realized just how tall Joy was until she’d stood up. Reggie was used to people being taller than her, but the difference was still significant enough to be noteworthy.
Joy tapped giddily at her phone – texting someone, maybe?. Reggie asked again if anyone could pick her up. Joy laughed, and said no. Of course. Reggie wanted to warn her not to put so much trust in strange women in bars, but surely, she wouldn’t be better off alone. She did want to get this girl home safe. She rubbed the back of her nail against the boxcutter on her hip, then abruptly pulled back. That particular tic looked bad, in this context. She fiddled her necklace instead, a thin gold string loosely collaring her neck. Joy swayed back and forth as she walked, looking everywhere but the direction she was walking. Reggie caught her thoughts drifting, tracing the shape of Joy’s shoulders and hips under her clothes, idly sizing up how easy it would be to lift her, even with the height gap. Awareness of this thought was followed by a wave of shame. She walked a little faster to catch up, locking her sights directly ahead of Joy.
Just as Reggie got next to her, Joy leaped back, yelping with fear. Reggie thought she’d been cause of, before noticing who Joy had actually seen. Ragged dark hair, the glint of steel, someone shuffling towards them from the alley.
“I don’t wanna use this, so lets do it the easy way, okay?” the shadow grinned, lowering like a cat preparing to pounce.
Reggie drew Joy back firmly at the waist, positioning herself in front. “Okay, I hear you. I don’t have much on me, just put the knife away and I’ll see what I have-”
“Oh no, I shouldn’t have brought all this money with me…” Joy whispered entirely too loudly.
Reggie blinked. “Then why’d you need me to cover your tab-?”
“Trying to hide it, huh? Don’t you dare try to fuck with me!” The shadow lashed towards Joy, and Reggie went for the attacker’s arm, pushing it down so she could put them in a headlock. The shadow coughed and spat.
“Uncle, uncle! I g-hakh- I give!”
“Joy, are you…”
Reggie turned around, where the knife was still outstretched.
Dangling from it was Joy’s top, her other clothes and purse in a loose pile on the sidewalk.
The shadow drew free, shook off the scrap of cloth, and disappeared into the night.
Reggie’s hands trembled in disbelief as she dug through the heap of Joy’s clothes. She couldn’t just be gone, could she? She was immortal, wasn’t she? Suddenly, paradoxically, Reggie found it more likely that Joy could be immortal, easier to wrap her head around than to watch someone vanish into nothingness in front of her. Some hysterical impulse was pressing its way up through Reggie’s chest. It had happened so fast, so randomly, so impossibly. If Joy wasn’t here, had she ever been? Could these clothes have come from somewhere else? From someone else? A cold, boiling dread was moments from escaping as an anguished groan, when Reggie’s hand brushed something warm and shivering, and the world began to fall into place.
Out of the folds of fabric, Reggie palmed the warmth, scooping it upward slowly, automatically, mind too strained to keep up with the role she’d fallen into. So she went through the motions, and didn’t even flinch when her fingers unfurled to show her the amazing, vanishing, invulnerable girl, curled up in her hand.
Joy looked up from the embrace of Reggie’s palm, and smiled.
They both stayed there, a snapshot of mere seconds that would linger as an anchoring memory, everything before and after unfolding from this moment. In that moment, this wasn’t impossible, but natural. This was when they truly met, this was the only way it could have happened. The contrived, frightening circumstances that preceded it were secondary to the sheer awe and familiarity of the soft weight of the tiny woman in her palm, as if Reggie was always meant to hold someone’s entire world just like this.
Joy shivered, and the world started to turn again.
“Ah, you must be cold, huh? Here, it’s alright, I’ve got you.” Reggie closed her hand, muffling a squeak from Joy. Even just shifting her around in her palm made Reggie feel self-assured. She lowered her fist into her pocket, depositing Joy there long enough to throw her jacket back on, balling the clothes up under her arm and slinging Joy’s purse over her shoulder, before reaching back to hold her some more. She chuckled under her breath and raised the trembling thing to her lips, whispering.
“I think I’m bringing you home with me after all, okay?”
Reggie thought she might have felt a nod, or it was just another shiver. It didn’t matter much either way. She squeezed the girl a little more firmly, and plunged her back into her pocket.
-Joy-
It was all Joy could do not to wiggle and squeal with delight. Everything was coming together so nicely! She’d never tried shrinking in front of someone she’d just met before! Her rescuer had hot, steady hands, a little calloused at the knuckles and fingertips, and Joy just wanted to rub her face against them more, and more than just her face. But no, one step at a time. She had a chance here, it was so rare to get such an honest reaction to something like this. What would that hot woman at the bar do if she found me, so much smaller than her? Step on me? Ignore me? Stuff me deep in the warmth of her clothes, enact her own secret fantasies and make me her sex toy? Joy’s thoughts continued to run through possibilities, a blissful haze wrapping around her almost as tightly as Reggie was holding her.
A massive thumb slid its way up and down her back, the back of Reggie’s palm making wave sounds against the fabric of her pocket. Joy couldn’t help herself, surreptitiously slipping forward enough that when Reggie’s thumb came down, it patted her firmly on the butt. Joy drooled as the thumb circled, feeling out her texture. Then, a reflex of realization yanked the digit away, the hand retreating entirely and leaving Joy in the dark. Okay, okay, too eager. Take it slower.
She shuffled to right herself, clinging to the wall and climbing towards the sliver of light above her. It was colder at this size, her body making less heat, and that heat whisked away faster by her lack of mass, not to mention clothes. She needed a peek though, to see how her rescuer was taking things. Reggie was clicking something at her hip, too far back for Joy to see. As it turned out, Reggie’s chest was large enough to obscure her face at this angle, even pressed down under her shirt. This didn’t give Joy any clues from her expression, but she was far from disappointed nonetheless. Teeth chattering, she slipped back down into the pocket, where she curled up to let her mind wander until they arrived.
Excruciating minutes later, Joy finally found herself back in Reggie’s palm, just long enough for the larger woman to deposit her on a clean coffee table. The titanic shape of her loomed as she set the back couch cushion into place. Joy loved the way the world shifted when she shrank, the way things blurred a little in the distance, how every minor action became a sweeping, fantastical gesture. She was enthralled, watching Reggie’s arm muscles flex, how every limb-sized finger felt impossibly complex just under the surface.
Reggie slumped suddenly onto the sofa, and the heavy whumph of her body displacing air as it collided with the seat made Joy dizzy with envy. And now the giant was looking at her.
“Doing alright down there?” The entirety of Reggie boomed softly. Her voice was naturally fairly deep, though still higher and softer than before Joy had started voice training. It had a jocular quality to it that made everything feel matter-of-fact. She lowered her arms to the table, her cheek setting on top of them. Her hair, short and rust-colored, slipped from its even part as her head sloped sideways. Even after lowering herself, Reggie still had to look down to see Joy, all sprawled out and exposed.
“I- I think I’m alright,” Joy squeaked. It had been easier to be forward when she’d been taller, or stashed out of sight. But now, in the full radiance of Reggie’s face, she felt off-balance. Before, when she was just the cute butch in the bar, Joy saw Reggie as solid, stoic, and chilly, and the mystery had lured her in. Now Reggie gazed down at her, hazel eyes with an almost reddish tone mixed in, a look of wonder laced with… gentle assurance? Superiority? Her cheek squished upwards where it rested on her arm, and every pore and wispy hair along her chin that Joy hadn’t looked close enough to notice before now added to an overpowering feeling of softness. Softness Joy desperately wanted to get lost in, one way or another. Or another, or another…
“Oh, right…” A flash of embarrassment, upon recognizing Joy’s nudity, and then redness seeped into Reggie’s cheeks as she averted her eyes.
“It’s okay, you can look…” But Reggie had already gotten up to grab a tissue, lifting Joy’s arms with a finger to wrap it around her. Joy said a silent, skyward thanks to whatever urge compelled Reggie to touch her instead of leaving her to do it on her own, reveling in the ambient heat and accidental entitlement of it all. As chivalrous as she was trying to be, it was clear Reggie already saw her as something more like a doll.
“There we go… much better.” Reggie let out a puff of breath somewhere between a laugh and a sigh, content and disbelieving. “So, uh, this isn’t a dream, right? You seem… familiar with this happening? What’s the story there?”
Joy pulled her knees up, half-hoping Reggie would try to peek underneath, but her eyes didn’t shift from Joy’s face, with the intensity of a spotlight.
“Well, um, surprise!” Joy accented with jazz hands “This is just what happens to me when I’m about to get hurt! Or really scared, sometimes. I don’t really know how it works, but it started with that story I told you! This is why I didn’t get run over! Everything just like, fwoosh, right over me, y’know?”
“Mmm, I can see that.” Reggie swung a finger lazily over Joy’s head. “Fwoosh…”
“So, yeah that’s what I mean when I say you can do anything-” But again, Reggie was getting up before she could finish. Maybe Joy should feel offended, but being this easily overlooked was doing something for her. When she had Reggie’s attention, it was overwhelming and debilitating. When she didn’t have it, she just wanted it back.
“Ah, sorry, one sec. Just gotta grab something to eat.”
Joy was very good and didn’t point out how grabbable she was as Reggie threw some leftover takeout into a dish to microwave. It was harder to keep track of her at this distance. One consequence of the shrinking was a proportionally decreased field of vision. While she waited, Joy peered out at the shapes around the apartment. The couch, the coffee table, a black rectangle across the room which must have been a TV. Everything seemed relatively tidy, only a few areas of indistinct clutter that, and just as many shapes that seemed to be placed more intentionally.
Finally, Reggie returned. Joy felt the shudder of porcelain against wood as she set down the bowl. Once again, she found herself lost in the minutiae of the giant’s movements. The swooping descent of her arm as she speared a sauce covered chunk and some rice onto her fork, leaning forward to keep it from spilling, how she closed her eyes as her lips engulfed it all, savoring her bite, cheeks stretched by the working of her jaw, eyes fluttering back open as she swallowed. Joy traced the motion down Reggie’s body, down past her chest, to-
“You can keep going, I’m listening.”
Joy returned to herself, hoping she hadn’t been too obvious. She tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come as anything other than aimless syllables. Reggie looked from Joy, to the fork, and back again.
“Ohhhh I see.”
Joy didn’t shrink further, but felt like she might.
“You must be hungry too, huh?”
Reggie took one more trip to her kitchenette, returning this time with a spoon and, after some deliberation, two toothpicks and a shot glass filled with water. She carefully scooped a tiny portion into the spoon, favoring florets of broccoli over stems and picking out the smallest fried bits, and set it in front of Joy, along with the makeshift chopsticks.
“Not sure if those will work, but-”
“No, thank you! This is great!”
Joy dug in eagerly. It turned out she was hungry. She’d mostly sobered up already, but the there was a dull pulse in her head and her stomach from the drink and excitement of the night. The toothpicks were surprisingly effective too, though she mostly found herself using them as spears. Luckily, she was used to eating at this scale, and didn’t make a fool of herself trying to cram too many grains of rice in at once. Amaranth had definitely made fun of her for that once, but Amaranth wasn’t someone she felt the need to impress.
“Hm. Wonder how that other guy’s doing.”
“Which guy?”
Reggie chuckled distantly. “Like, from the alley. I almost forgot we got mugged tonight.”
Joy swallowed too quickly, choking on a glob of sauce for a few seconds. Reggie patted her back sympathetically and nudged the water closer to her.
“Right, yeah!” Joy stammered once she could breathe again. “Like, who even does that? I feel like she just wanted to stab someone.” She hoped Reggie wouldn’t think too much about how she corrected the gender.
“I guess desperation makes you do crazy stuff. Wonder how she’s taking your vanishing act.”
Probably just proud of herself for how good she got me, Joy thought.
“Anyways!” Joy redirected, “You have me now, and you’ve been really, really nice to me, but. Um…”
Reggie cocked her head, scooting to the floor to get eye-level with her.
“Uh, well, y’know. I just have to wonder, what you’re planning to do with me…”
“Wasn’t really planning anything? How long does this usually last?”
“I’ll probably be like this all night. I usually turn back in my sleep.”
“You can take the couch if you want.”
“Will you remember I’m there?”
“Yeah, of course”
“Darn.”
“Huh?”
“Nothing!”
Reggie smiled, a little bashfully. “You are… like... It is pretty neat that you’re like this. All small like this. It’s kinda cute…”
Joy’s heart fluttered, her boldness returning to her. “I’m glad! You can look at me more if you want!” She reached for the edges of her napkin.
“Woah, hey, hold on, you don’t have to do that just because I was nice to you! Anyone would’ve done that!”
“It’s not because of that…” Joy mumbled. “It’s just. You think I’m cute, I think you’re hot, you brought me home…”
“What, like,” Reggie considered her words carefully. “Like a one night stand?”
“Kinda, yeah!”
“With a girl the size of my hand?”
“Yeah!!”
Reggie shook her head, pinching at her arm like she was trying to wake up.
“I don’t even know you, Joy!”
“That’s why it’s fun!”
“What am I even supposed to do with you?” Reggie asked through a half-scoff.
“Anything you want!”
“What, like, fuck you with a pencil eraser?”
Joy looked up at her, nodding encouragingly.
“Wh- dude, I was kidding.”
“Well, okay, maybe its not the best texture for that, but really, I told you, I’m resilient! Like you could totally step on me or sit on me or use me as a dildo, or I could just grind against your finger. Really, I’m not picky, I’d enjoy being in your mouth or your armpits or-”
“Okay, okay! I get the point!” A pause. “Are you serious about all those-” Reggie hooked a hand under her arm experimentally.
“I mean, I’m keeping it tame, but-”
Reggie laughed heartily, freely, and it shook Joy to her core. Every last word left her, as the giant seriously considered her proposition.
“You’re sure? You’re sure it's not just cause you feel like you owe me?”
“There’s a reason I sat next to you!”
“Well. If you think you can handle all this…”
It wasn’t a convincing delivery, but it didn’t have to be. Joy nodded, awestruck.
-Reggie-
She unwrapped Joy delicately, laying on her elbows in bed, Joy pressed up against her pillowcase. It didn’t matter that she’d already seen and held Joy’s naked body, that was just a consequence of the circumstances. This was deliberate, intimate, her thumb prying the corner of the napkin out from under Joy’s arm. The tiny girl tried to assist, shimmying to get free of her makeshift dress, but Reggie stopped her with a touch of the shoulder, softly scolding her.
“No, no no. You wanted me in charge, right? Shhh… there we go…”
They’d discussed safe-words (even though Joy insisted she wouldn’t need one), but Reggie still prickled with the feeling of transgressing. Reggie had insisted that she herself would stay clothed, at least for tonight. Some part of her was waiting for the catch. Joy was very pretty, and gave herself so freely. Was it okay to touch her lightly freckled shoulders? Was it okay to pull this makeshift towel away, to reveal her chest? Joy looked up pleadingly, eagerly, answering Reggie’s unasked questions. Of course it was okay. If anything, Reggie was taking this slower than Joy had hoped for. Reggie couldn’t help but relish how her caution made the little doll more desperate as the seconds ticked forwards. It was rewarding, to see a girl with this much want in her gasp so quietly just from being admired.
“I almost expected it to be smooth under here,” said Reggie, flicking at Joy’s nipple with a fingertip. “You really do just feel like a toy.”
Joy squirmed, and squeaked, but stayed dutifully wordless.
Reggie set the napkin aside, leaving Joy fully bare. Her legs were folded side-saddle underneath her, hands gripping the pillowcase tightly. Reggie slid a finger down, feeling out the contours. The light bump of her chest, a slight squish to the belly, down the gently slope of her hips, finally hooking between Joy’s knees. Unexpectedly, there was some resistance when Reggie tried to pry the legs apart.
“Can I go here, little doll?”
Joy stuttered. “I- that’s okay, but I should just let you know-”
“Shhh… you don’t have to tell me anything else. It’s okay.”
Joy shut her eyes tight, bracing her cheek against her shoulder, but relented. Reggie lifted Joy’s knee, traced down her thigh, circling up over her belly before coming to rest firmly atop the shrunken woman’s semi-erection.
“There you go… not so bad, right?”
Joy whimpered, and pulsed once under Reggie’s finger. The giant hummed with delight, releasing and applying pressure in gentle strokes.
“Its… really nice…” Joy whined.
A gasp from the pressure, a gasp when Reggie’s breath washed over her, a murmur as Reggie’s palm scooped fully under her, lifting her upwards. More stroking, finding where Joy responded best. She responded more from the chest and neck than her dick, and even more when Reggie pressed her inner thighs, but gave the best responses when Reggie moved between many areas, getting her just comfortable enough to relax before moving on and making her spasm and either shut her eyes tight or open them wider. She could have just carried on this way for hours, enthralled as much as Joy was by the circles she was making on her body. She experimented with squeezes, rotating her in her palm, flipping her onto her front. Reggie let joy slip backwards just enough for her legs to stick out, closing her fist over the upper half of Joy’s body. Joy was getting restless, her hips thrusting against the edge of Reggie’s hand. Reggie cooed at her with pity, pressing a finger to the tiny girl’s rear to assist.
Joy was not prepared for that, and squirmed violently, legs kicking wildly. Reggie startled, worried she was about to drop her, and reflexively squeezed tighter. Too tight. She caught her breath as Joy’s body gave to the intensity of her grip, and for one horrible moment, she was afraid she’d accidentally crushed the poor, trusting thing.
But no, of course, as Reggie opened her hand, she found Joy. Now instead of a doll, about the size of a diorama miniature, about as tall as two of Reggie’s fingernails side-by-side.
“Whoops…” Reggie panted shakily, “Looks like I made you smaller again…” She bit at the inside of her lip. It was setting in just how fragile, yet unbreakable, Joy really was. It felt like a dream. Reggie was massive, all-encompassing. And still, Joy was writhing so needily into the creases of her palm. Reggie found that one of her own hands was inching down towards her belt. She smiled hazily down at Joy, a loophole in her own rules forming in her mind.
-Joy-
Joy was lost in a syrupy sea of sensation. She yearned for Reggie to do something more decisive, for the giant to get so worked up that she just shoved Joy fully inside her- and any route she could take for this excited Joy. In the most literal way, she wanted to get lost in the depths of a handsome and mysterious stranger. And yet, her hands alone were bringing Joy to a breaking point. Never before had she known such delicate and directed care. Reggie would circle her body just until the point where her skin prickled with anticipation, only then changing course and reigniting every last receptor. But never enough to climax. Joy had been teetering at the edge for some time now, not sure whether it was her desire for more or the surgical precision that kept her on that tipping point. She was so close, so, so, so, so so so so close, nearly surrendered to the idea that she’d be forced to cum from Reggie’s hands alone, with their sturdy, dexterous touch.
But of course, right at that point of surrender, the pressure eased, and Reggie adjusted her once more, blotting out the light as her fist enveloped Joy’s top half. Joy pressed needily against it, barely able to get the pressure she needed. She was so focused on the hand she was in that she wasn’t prepared for the other. Pressure against her, right where it had been in the pocket earlier. A current shot through Joy’s body, causing her to kick wildly. Her body wasn’t hers anymore, she felt like a specimen under a slide, twitching away from everything that came close.
And then it came too close, too fast.
What followed was a deep, innate terror. A void she wasn’t meant to witness. A weight plunged in Joy chest so suddenly, that for an instant she felt removed from the world. The darkness under Reggie’s fingertips may as well have been the infinite space between the stars. And then, the guardian angel was there.
She had never talked to the Angel. In truth, she had never even perceived it. She wasn’t even sure if it was a living presence. But she knew it was there, and she knew it kept her safe. It enveloped her in its invisible, textureless wings, molded itself to the shape of her body, and reduced her. The impact redistributed to hit every angle at once, almost like being shrink-wrapped. It was a sensation of absolute claustrophobia, one which Joy was hopelessly addicted to. The surface of her skin curved to its new dimensions, a three-dimensional outline cinching inwards from a fourth dimensional pull. Her whole body was numb, and she felt everything she’d ever felt and would ever feel, inside and out, simultaneously.
And less than one second later, she was back in the world, pounded into the flesh of Reggie’s palm with all the force of a high-jumper hitting a crash mat. The sky opened up, the giant turned godly, looming endlessly beyond the creased valleys of her hand. And, in all her glory, she spoke.
“Whoops… Looks like I made you smaller again…”
The words washed over Joy, rumbling through her. She barely processed their meaning. It was like trying to interpret a landslide, an eruption. She might only be an inch tall, but Joy’s current level of submission bordered on a trance, which multiplied that magnitude. Reggie had become a force of nature, the entire observable world. And it seemed the world was having some ideas. Her face descended from the heavens, purring another booming though towards Joy. She was past the point of understanding, but it sounded like a question. Part concern, part dare. Joy nodded, slowly, both eyes maintaining contact with just one of Reggie’s. The titan exhaled a small, shaky typhoon, blowing back Joy’s hair. The ground shifted again, closing more gently around Joy, and the world moved her.
Darkness, some rushing overhead, the same brushing from inside of Reggie’s pocket, but even louder than before. The darkness didn’t go away when it opened either, aside from some small striations of gray, like clouds against a night sky. As Reggie withdrew her hand, the sky fell, its elastic force squeezing Joy against an unbelievably soft surface. Joy squirmed, trying to get her front towards it. It was like being on a water bed under a weighted blanket, completely unstable yet suffocatingly tight. Joy flailed until her hands found purchase on a firmer bit of flesh, and the pieces began to fill themselves in.
She was holding onto Reggie’s nipple! The ground beneath her became more solid as it hardened against Joy’s stimulation, scrunching into grooves that hugged a little at her extremities. Above her, two layers: the clouds were gaps in the fabric of her sports bra, with an extra layer darkened by her shirt. The world contracted as Reggie breathed in, then slowly relaxed, a steady, powerful sigh. This rise and fall continued, with slight hitches and jostles. Under it all, there was a ripple. A pulse. A beat. Deep beneath Joy, Reggie’s heart was pounding, making barely perceptible waves on the surface of her skin. It soothed Joy, bringing her back from panic to awe. She nuzzled in close… feeling the rhythm course through her…
ba-dum… ba-dum...
And then, above the layers of fabric, something patted against Joy. Heavy, but measured. Once, then twice. And Joy remembered: she wasn’t here to rest. She was here to please. A tingle went through her. So silly to imagine herself a person when a huge, beautiful woman was using her to get off! Joy sprang into action, grabbing on more firmly, kicking her legs, and getting her mouth to work. She parted her lips, trying to find the tip of Reggie’s nipple in the cramped, stuffy darkness. She recoiled when she did, expecting to fellate it and finding it too large for her tiny mouth. This evoked a miserable whine, no doubt hidden as the titan crooned encouragement from above, her hand coming back down around Joy, squeezing her harder to Reggie’s embrace.
The longer this carried on, the less Joy could hold onto the concepts of time, or self. This was where she was meant to be, this is what she was meant to do, putting everything she had into stimulating this one, singular area. Reggie shook all around her, somewhere far beyond her perception. Her massive hand kneaded and pressed, stroking at Joy’s back, and pressing her hips inwards. The grooves of Reggie’s areola made a heavenly texture to grind into, and Joy did, dutifully. Joy may have, at some point in her fervor, reached orgasm herself – but she wasn’t keeping track. Reggie was squeezing harder, moaning at a roar way beyond Joy’s small sliver of reality. She held tighter, firmer, holding back one last floodgate of pressure….
And finally, with a gasp so deep that Joy’s whole world sank, it was over. Reggie convulsed a few times, the waves of her heartbeat now faster, stronger, and more evident as the rest of her body slowed to meet the afterglow. Joy remained where she was, panting as her senses slowly returned to the point that she could recognize Reggie slowly petting her back. She had done well. She had been so good. She attuned her breathing to the beating from the depths below her, feeling like she could just sink into the rhythm of Reggie’s body. And of course, she did, and she slept.
-Reggie-
Reggie hummed to herself while eggs sizzled in the pan. She wasn’t sure how Joy liked them, but she also hadn’t wanted to wake her to ask. And besides, it felt like the courteous thing to do. Reggie was pretty sure this was what you did after a good fling, not that she’d had one quite like this before. She patted the yolk gently with the back of a spatula, the wobbly firmness of it reminding her fondly of how the tiny girl had squirmed at her touch.
“Hey, um. Good morning…” Joy said from around the corner. Her voice still dripped with a shy sleepiness, her tone matched by her face as she shuffled into view. Her hair was down, ruffled with frizzy cowlicks, falling every which way around her totally naked body. Reggie turned back to the eggs, hiding her face as quickly as possible.
“Morning,” she waved a hand over her shoulder. “How do you like your eggs?”
“mnn.. however you’re making them…” said Joy, stepping closer and draping herself across Reggie’s back, her modest chest brushing at Reggie’s scalp.
“Did you sleep alright!” Reggie asked too quickly, prompting a giggle from Joy.
“You’re so jumpyyy… But yeah, I slept sooooo good…”
“Oh, good.” Reggie sighed. “I woke up to you stretching out my shirt, was worried I woke you up when I dumped you.”
“Ooooh I didn’t even notice. You’re good at this…”
Reggie pulled the eggs, separating them with the spatula and sliding them onto two slices of toast. Joy sighed in her ear. Reggie put each portion on its own plate, and turned to give one to Joy.
“You can look, y’know, it’s nothing you haven’t seen already~”
And sure, technically, Joy was right. But there were details to her that Reggie hadn’t focused on when she was doll-sized. The way the light fell on her skin, making her shoulders and belly softer, the halo of her frizzy hair. It made her look otherworldly, especially given Reggie had never had a girl naked in her kitchen before. Joy reached out, setting a palm on Reggie’s cheek with a gentle smile.
“Okay, okay, I’ll get my clothes back on. I should get going anyways.”
She trotted back to the living room, digging into her pile of clothes for her panties. Reggie just stood there watching her pull them on, still holding a plate in each hand. Joy scowled when she held up her top, gashed through the middle, then shrugged and threw it on anyways.
“You can borrow a sweater if you want,” said Reggie, finally moving again and setting the plates on the table.
“Borrow? So I’ll have to come by again to give it back, right?” Joy winked.
“Yeah,” Reggie stammered. “Yeah, I think I’d like that.”
