(Originally written by Hectic)
Looking up at your three giantess roommates from Morgan’s hand, your eyes traveled from the exuberant energy of Avery, the interested warmth of Morgan, and finally to the complete nonchalance of Quinn. In fact, Quinn wasn’t even looking at you, she was clearly reading something on her phone. The logical side of your brain was screaming at you to pick Morgan. She had an entire corner of her room unused that you could comfortably fit in. Plus she was by far the most reliable out of the three. But some part of you held you back. You thought about it for a moment then realized that if you wanted to be babied then you would have just moved back home after graduating college. You wanted to be an adult, and living on your own meant literally living on your own as much as possible. No doubt about it, even knowing that you lived with a responsible woman like Morgan brought you great peace of mind. But as for the literal room you wanted to live in, you craved a bit more freedom. For this reason once again your gaze turned to the utterly uninterested Quinn.
“I think I want to dig out some space in your room, Quinn, if that’s cool with you.” You said up to the three. Avery’s jaw dropped with shock, Morgan’s eyebrows raised as well, and Quinn simply looked up from her phone, looked towards you, and responded.
“Yeah sure, you don’t take up much space anyway so it works for me.” Quinn said. “I already have your stuff so hop on and we’ll find a spot to set you up.” Quinn held out her hand close to Morgan’s and you rather daringly hopped across the divide. Rather impressed by even this small feat of strength, the three women smiled down at you. Both of the twins had their doubts about your choice of living situation, but they weren’t the boss of you by any means, so they simply let it be.
“Alright you two go get set up, we’re going to head downstairs and hang out. Come join when you’re all done!” Morgan said, Avery excitedly nodding in agreement. The two then turned and walked down the hallway and down the stairs. Quinn simply walked the two of you back into her mess of a room. There was hardly a square inch of space not covered with some article of clothing. Luckily it seemed like other than being a bit untidy, she didn’t have any really nasty things laying around like trash or food. You could handle some spare clothing no sweat. Reaching a spot smack in between Quinn’s bed, her dresser, and the path to her closet, she peered downward and with one bare foot began kicking articles of clothing to the side. Eventually she cleared a few feet of space and dropped your duffel bag down, lowering you down rather quickly as well.
“Here’s your space, set up your stuff however you want, makes no difference to me.” Quinn said, already walking towards her queen bed and flopping down on it, pulling out her phone to continue browsing. You hopped up onto your duffel bag and grabbed the zipper that was as big as you were, effortfully unzipping the bag open. Your sister Tracy had packed almost everything herself, an act which took her no more than five minutes. You knew it would take you significantly longer to unpack everything. Once again you thought about how quickly either Avery or Morgan would have set all of your belongings up if you had decided to room with them, but you felt some deep satisfaction going through the arduous process of doing it yourself.
A few hours must have passed of you painstakingly dragging items out of your duffel bag and onto the patch of carpet beside you. Somehow, Quinn stayed laying on her bed the entire time, part of the time browsing social media on her phone, and part of the time napping. By now you were pretty exhausted, you had set up your wardrobe and bed at least. Your bed being a sample square of memory foam given to your family by a salesperson along with a frame made out of popsicle sticks that you had fashioned together. Your wardrobe was a repurposed cracker box, that you fitted with a few tiny shelves to separate your things. In reality there had already been a variety of tiny versions of products made for the shrunken population of men, but you took some pride in making things yourself. Collapsing onto your bed to relax, mirroring your giantess roommate, you closed your eyes and chilled out for a moment.
Unfortunately, after hours of immobility from Quinn, this was the exact moment which she stood up to head downstairs and figure out what the girls would do for dinner. Her first step off of her bed pressed down onto a pile of laundry, a feeling she had grown used to over the years. But her second step brought with it a bit of squish, along with a surprisingly loud series of crunches. Quinn casually looked down beneath her, leaving her foot where it was. Standing at 5’10” Quinn had appropriately large feet for a woman of her height. For that reason in a single step her heel had obliterated your handmade dresser, while her toes had shattered the frame of your bed, squishing down onto the bit of memory foam on top, as well as your tiny body. She looked down more carefully and saw your tiny body, now eyes wide open, pinched between her second and third toes and staring up at her.
“Ah shit, did I just destroy your stuff? My bad, dude. You probably should have set your stuff up somewhere else in retrospect. We’ll figure somewhere else out for you to sleep after dinner though.” Quinn’s half-assed apology caught you off guard. You could tell part of it was genuine, but at the same time you knew that her intentions of forcing you to “be strong on your own” were going to lead to many events like this in the future. Case in point, with any other woman you would have expected her to reach down and save you from your current position and toe jam, but not Quinn. She simply lifted the foot you were trapped on, brushed the broken popsicle sticks off of her sole, then returned both you and her toes to the carpeted ground. The top half of your body was sitting pinched between her toes, and the bottom half of your body was smashed under the ball of her foot with every step. You knew this was what you signed up for when choosing to live with Quinn, but man you expected to have at least a bit of a break after the hours of ass squashing earlier that day.
In a moment she reached the living room and plopped down onto the couch next to Morgan.
“Hey Quinn” Morgan said. “Where’s Hunter at?” Quinn simply lifted her feet and plopped them on the ottoman in front of her.
“I stepped on him accidentally in my room, he’s right here between my toes. So what’re we doing for dinner?” Quinn said both these sentences with the exact same inflection, paying no special attention to you at all.
Avery gasped, “Quinn come on can’t you give the little guy a break? He’s been through a lot today!” Avery looked right at you, and was just about to reach out and save you, but you pried Quinn’s massive toes apart using your upper body strength! Your lower half still being slightly crushed, you fluttered down onto the ottoman beneath you, coming to rest beside Quinn’s foot.
“I’m chillin, don’t worry about me ladies!” You said, dragging yourself away from the massive sole next to you while simultaneously putting on a sense of bravado as if you were in control of the situation the whole time. Both Avery and Morgan then chuckled, Quinn giving you a slight but still noticeable nod of approval.
“So really, what are our dinner plans?” You said.
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