The Diminutive Duo - Part 1

A Shrunken Couple Venture into the Big World. based on Stories of Human Miniaturization

Chapter One

Cain and Millie walked down the main street of the village, holding hands. They passed the houses of the other villagers, some that knew them waved, and others that didn’t smiled at them. The pair had been together for nearly the entire six months since they’d arrived at the village. Millie had gotten there a week before Cain, and they’d met a few days later. And a few days after that, began dating. They both were twenty four, slender and middling height, though Cain had dark brown hair and Millie was golden blonde. Both had come to the village for similar reasons, and were anxious with uncertainty. But all that had been easily forgotten, as they dove headfirst into their relationship. Neither had any doubts they would stay together for the rest of their lives, and other commented they were perfect for each other. They both had friends in the village, and were active in the social events.
The “Village” was actually a controlled habitat, in a secluded community covered with a climate controlled dome. And it’s inhabitants weren’t like normal people, though they had been once. The hundreds that lived there had all agreed to joined a ‘special program’, called miniaturization. They had all volunteered to be permanently shrunk to around three inches tall. Then they were taken to the domed community, to isolate themselves from the rest of the world. Oddly, some left to visit their old lives, and reconnect with family and friends face to face, though the vast majority did not. The world outside was a giant one, where everything was oversized. And even the thought of that was unsettling or outright terrifying to most of them. They’d agreed to be shrunk, but not to live in the regular sized world. Millie and Cain were the same, they had no intention of leaving their secure community where they were normal. And had no intention of leaving. Some did get visitors, when full sized friends or family would come to visit. They would simply stand out on a balcony at face level to the giants, who stood outside the dome. But those interactions were always incredibly awkward.
“I’m so glad I did this,” Millie said as they walked. The sun shone bright, but wasn’t hot.
“You like the village that much?” Cain asked.
“Just meeting you makes it great,” she said. “But I do like the village. I’d hate to think what would have happened if we’d met before. I’d want to do…this, and worry if you did to.”
“Now we don’t have to worry about that,” he said, “we both chose it on our own.”
“My family is glad I’ve met someone,” she said, “They’d worried I wouldn’t be able to.”
“We got lucky,” he said, “Meeting up as we did.”
They made it back to their cottage, and quickly got intimate. After it was over, Millie got out of bed, and Cain admired her bare backside. She had skin that was naturally slightly brown, making it seem she had a good tan, which contrasted with her full bodied, light blond hair.
Millie turned around, “I need to make a call. I haven’t spoken to my parents in days.”
“Mine are actually visiting,” he said glumly. Those visits were always so awkward. They would go to the edge of the dome, and walk out to a balcony, where their visitors would be waiting. It was face to face, which was nice, but a little unsettling…for obvious reasons.
“I like your parents,” she said, “Do you want me to come?”
“You don’t have to,” he said. They’d already met each other’s parents, talking online and when they each had visited. Being introduced to the giant had been…interesting.
“I want to go,” she said, “Unless you don’t want me there.”
“You can come,” he said, “I keep telling them they’ll need to bring a magnifying glass sometime, so they can actually see your face.”
She giggled, “They probably just think of me as the little blonde girl.”
He chuckled, thinking that was likely true. All they saw was the hair.
She put on some clothes, and went into the other room with the monitor, where she would have her conversation. He got ready for his own visit, and hoped it wouldn’t be as uncomfortable as it usually was. Not that his family and friends were uncomfortable when they came, but under their piercing gaze, it was always hard to be at ease. The size difference made it quite awkward.
A few days later, the pair was relaxing on a bench next to the village green. Ducks waddled across from the pond, and children played on the grass. Cain wondered about the ethics of shrinking animals and children, for what would likely be the rest of their lives. And the ducks had no idea they’d been miniaturized, but certainly weren’t able to consent to it. He even wondered if it would be ethical for them to even have children. The studies said they’d be healthy, but they’d never see the ‘big’ world.
“Hey,” Millie said, breaking his thoughts, “When I talked to my family yesterday, they wanted me to consider a visit. My sister brought it up, and was very insistent. My parents liked the idea, too.”
“I don’t remember your sister ever coming by, and seeing you on the balcony. It’s always been your parents, or your brother. Hasn’t it?”
“Yes, she hasn’t come by. She has the six year old daughter and son, and doesn’t have much time to come. But she wasn’t talking about coming to me. She wants me to come to her. Since she’s so busy.”
“You…you mean…leaving the habitat?” he sputtered in shock.
“Yes,” Millie said, “She wants me to stay with her for a few days, in her house with her daughter. My parents would want me to visit them, of course, but I’d be staying with her.”
“You’d be…out in the World,” he said, “That’s a little scary.”
“It’s very scary,” she said, “But Margery insists it will be safe. She’ll do everything she can to keep me comfortable, too. I know she will. But the thought of being out there…” She shuddered.
“Just tell her you’re not ready,” he said.
“I’ll have to at some point. They’ll never stop asking,” she said, “Margery will be more and more insistent. And, it might come across as rude if I don’t.”
“So you’re actually thinking about doing it?”
“I am,” she said, “I don’t like the idea. But it may not be so bad. People leave and come back all the time. Not many people leave. But it happens. There are definitely…people like us…out in the world.”
He wondered how someone as delicate as Millie would handle being out in the World, where everything was big. It wasn’t intended that after miniaturizing, people would leave their communities, even for a short time, so it was unexpected when people actually did. Some actually stayed out in the larger world. A thought that gave him apprehension. And Millie out there… he held her close, trying not to think of it.
Millie told him a few days later, “I’m going to be brave, I am going to visit Margery!”
“Good luck,” he said, and she forced a smile. Going out into the world was unthinkable a few days ago.
“What’s really bad,” Millie added, “is that her daughter may want to…have fun with my size. As in…she will want to play with me. Like a toy.”
“Yikes,” he gasped, “Please don’t let her do that to you.”
“I’ll try not to,” she said, “Hopefully Margery isn’t as insistent.”
“Just don’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”
“Just being there will be uncomfortable enough,” she said, “I don’t see myself ever being comfortable.”
Not long after, as he was video calling his parents, he mentioned Millie’s future visit. His parents were horrified. “That poor girl!” they said, “As small as she is?”
“Yes,” Cain said, “I’m going to worry about her. A lot.”
“As much as we’ve thought of inviting you for a visit, we don’t trust our cats.”
“I’d be a cat meal for sure,” he said, “Or at least they’d play with me and rip me to shreds.”
“I don’t think they’d do that, but I’d rather not put you in that situation,” his mother said.
The subject changed, and the video call ended several minutes later.
But the next day, he was surprised to see a message from Flora. His younger sister did not message or call him often, and she hadn’t visited yet. He’d invited her, of course, but she hadn’t made it yet. The twenty two year old was living on her own for the first time, in a small apartment with a new job that took all of her time. She’d claimed she didn’t even have time for a pet. But it was one of the rare instances where she’d found time to send out a message. He was glad, it’d been weeks since they spoke.
He called her, and her red hair and freckled face appeared on the screen, and lit up into a smile.
“Hi!” she said happily, “It’s about time you message me back!”
“It’s only been a couple hours,” he said, “I don’t spend much time in the cottage.” They spent the next several minutes talking about the world under the dome, how the weather was always sunny but never hot, it never rained but the grass and plants were always vibrant and green. It was always a perfect day.
“That sounds wonderful,” she said, “I hate rainy days.”
“The dome really is great,” he said, “I couldn’t imagine leaving, even if the world outside wasn’t…”
“Humongous?” she finished for him.
“Yes, humongous,” he agreed.
“Speaking of that,” she said, “I hear your girlfriend is leaving your little dome to visit her family.”
“The dome’s not little,” he said, “It’s huge, even for regular sized person, if they let them in, which they don’t. But yes, she’s going to leave for a week. Poor girl.”
“Well,” Flora said, “I was thinking…” She paused, looking thoughtful, then said, “If she’s getting out, maybe you should get out too. A little fresh air might be nice for you.”
“The air in here is perfectly fresh,” he said, “It really feels like outside.”
“Yes, but…maybe you should leave for a bit. If…what’s her name?”
“Millie.”
“Millie. If Millie can leave to visit family, there’s no reason you can’t too.”
“I have no desire to go out there,” he said, feeling a chill throughout his body.
“Are you afraid? You shouldn’t be afraid. I’ll protect you.”
“I’m not afraid,” he said, “It’s just…I don’t really want to.”
“That sounds like fear. Your girlfriend isn’t afraid to go out, but you seem to be.”
“Oh, she’s plenty fearful. I have to console her when she thinks too much about it.”
“Then if you’re braver, you shouldn’t have an issue with coming out.”
“I never said I have an issue with it,” he said, “I just don’t have a reason to. Mom and Dad have cats anyway, and it’s heavily suggested we never go into a home with cats or dogs. It’s like having an actual tiger for a pet. Or a bear. Incredibly dangerous for us minis.”
“You wouldn’t be staying with them” Flora said, “You’d be staying with me.”
He was silent a moment, staring at her face through the screen. “You want me to stay with you?”
“Yes!” she said, “I absolutely want you to come here and stay for a few days. That would be so great!”
“Um…I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that,” he said.
“Quit being afraid,” she said pointedly, “I said I’ll take care of you. And provide you with everything you need. And anything else you may want. You’ll be perfectly comfortable with me.”
“I’ll consider it,” he said. She made a face, but let him change the subject. When the call ended, he felt a wave of apprehension. And relief. She’d surely forget about her proposition by the end of the night.
Flora did not forget. The next two days, she messaged too many times for him to count, asking if he’d decided. When he said he wouldn’t, she asked him to reconsider. Then she called, and tried to convince him again. He finally decided to try it. Flora was ecstatic when he told her. “Yes! This will be so great! You’ll have me take care of you for a week, while Missy is with her own sister.”
“It’s Millie,” he reminded her.
“Oh. Is it short for something?”
“Millicent. And when you meet her someday, please remember her name.”
“I’m sure I will,” Flora said, “Millicent is hard to mistake for something else. I expect you to complain about missing her the whole time. I may have to stuff you in a sock if you do too much, though.”
“No stuffing me anywhere,” he said, “There are rules. The Organization has strict rules we’re to follow, and those who take us in are to follow them too. You have to read them.”
“I will,” she promised, “And I’ll be gentle with you.” Then she smiled broadly, clearly anticipating it.
When the call ended, he sighed. Then he told Millie, who was cheerful about it. “Wonderful! We’ll both be out in the world! Maybe we can meet up! That would be so neat.”
“It would be,” he said. He was already regretting his decision.


Chapter Two

When the day came, Mille found herself looking at the looming face of her sister. Margery was huge, of course, but she seemed to get bigger each time. The giant smiled warmly down at her.
“So, how do we do this?” Margery asked.
“Have you signed me out?” Millie asked.
“Yes. I went through all that paperwork.”
“And I’ve signed myself out, so they know I’m not there, and where I will be. They like to be aware of our whereabouts whenever we’re not in the dome. They don’t want to lose any of us.”
“So now what, then? Can I just take you?” She reached her hand up uncertainly.
“I go into that chamber, sticking out there,” Millie pointed to the box attached to the wall, “And when the light on the end comes on, it shows that I’m ready. Just pull the chamber off, and take me home.”
“Very well,” her older sister said, “Better get going then.”
With that, Millie walked back into the ‘building’, which was the base of the dome, went up the stairs that were off to the side of the main tunnel, and found the door to her assigned chamber. She secured herself, strapping herself into the chair, and flipped the switch. The light would come on outside. With that, she felt the chamber shake as the force of Margery’s hand gripped it, and the jarring motion as she was pulled away. She relaxed in the eight inch by six inch sized chamber that would be her room while she was away. It had all of the things she’d packed, everything she’d need for a week away.

Hours later, Cain walked out onto the balcony, to see Flora’s face twist into a grin. “There you are!” she said happily, “You look so small…and cute!”
“You’d be used to the sight of me mini if you’d have visited before,” he said.
“Well we get to hang out now,” she said, reaching a hand up to the balcony.
“Don’t just grab me,” he said, “I travel in a special chamber. All my stuff is already packed in it.”
“Oh,” she said, “Well get in so we can get out of here. This place feels like a prison.”
“Did you sign me out?” he asked, “They need to know where I am practically at all times.”
“I did all that silly paperwork,” she said, “You’re signed out and ready to go.”
“Then wait for the indicator light to come on over there,” he said, pointing.
“Well hurry up,” she said impatiently, “I want to get you home.”
He turned and left the giant girl’s face, and found the door to the chamber not long after. He got secure, and flipped the switch. And was violently jarred as the chamber was pulled from its locking ring. Then he felt himself being carried, as Flora made her way back through the facility that surrounded the Dome.

Millie emerged from the chamber to find herself on the sunlit kitchen table in her sister’s house. Margery’s chest, shoulders and head loomed over her. Her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders and laid in loose curls on the upper part of her breasts. Those breasts hung in front of Margery, their bottoms hovering above the tabletop. “How was the ride?” the giant asked.
“Comfortable,” Millie said, “Hardly felt like I was moving at all.”
“I had you in my bag,” Margery said, “I tried to be gentle.”
“The more gentle the better with me,” Millie said. She walked up to the huge figure, sitting down a stone’s toss away from the boulder sized breasts. She spread her legs out in front of her, and exhaled.
So began a long conversation. The two women talked for quite some time, about regular things, ignoring the substantial size different between them. Margery talked down to the tiny figure on the table in front of her, just beyond her breasts, and Millie talked up to the statuesque figure whose bust filled her vision. Millie hadn’t ever talked to someone so huge before, so she just focused on her face, trying to downplay how strange this interaction was. After a while, Margery began to slouch some, her breasts resting on the table surface. Millie paid no attention to that, or the many other subtle movements that the giant made. Flinching, shifting her weight, and moving her arms and head were hard to ignore, but Millie kept herself focused, telling her mind not to worry about the highly noticeable movements on the large figure in front of her. It wasn’t a hill coming down on her, after all. This was just one of many things she would need to get used to, being at this size.

Miles away, in the city’s downtown, Flora exited the elevator, smiling at those inside, who were oblivious of the tiny person in the box she was holding. She walked down the hallway, and struggled to find her keys with her free hand, balancing the box with the other. She got inside, locked the door behind her, and hurriedly set the box down on the floor. “We’ve made it,” she said, pressing the button, “You can come out now.” She waited. Finally, the tiny figure emerged from the small box at her feet.
Cain stepped out of the chamber, to see shoes there, with ankles as wide as trees, widening to calves the farther up he looked. Past the shorts and shirt, Flora looked down at him, her face blank. She was as tall as a skyscraper, and her head seemed to be brushing against the ceiling from his angle.
“Good,” she said, “you survived the trip.”
“Barely,” he said. She’d struggled to keep the box level, he’d felt as if he was reentering the atmosphere from space. She wasn’t very delicate, he knew. She’d been quite clumsy as a child. And still was.
The shoes lifted up, and the giant girl stepped back. Flora walked to the middle of the room, and knelt down. Cain walked towards her, his feet sinking into the carpeting as he walked. It was dirty, he could see from the fibers as he trod through. He reached her knees, which lay on the floor like boulders. They were spaced about a foot apart, so he stepped between them, so her legs lined either side of him, the flesh bulging out. She wasn’t pale like most redheads, with a coppery skin tone. He looked up past the tops of her legs, to see her chest like a cliff in front of him, and her face above that.
“I’m so glad you’re finally here,” she said.
“You seem really enthusiastic to have a tiny,” he said, “I hope I’m not a substitute for a pet.”
“You’re not,” she said, then she exhaled. “I really need someone here to talk to. I work so much, and never have a chance to go out with friends…or do anything. I just come back here, relax a few hours, then it is back to my job. I don’t have coworkers my own age, and don’t really talk to them much. So I get really lonely. And bored. And you can see from how small this place is,” she said, holding her hands up to indicate her apartment, “I don’t have room for a roommate. It’s just this room, then the kitchen beyond it. On the other side of the wall is my bedroom, and the bathroom across from that.”
“So you want me to keep you company for a few days,” he said.
“Yes. I was hoping to ask you sometime, if you ever expressed a willingness to leave your dome. So when I heard your girlfriend was leaving, I thought I could convince you to as well.”
“Well here I am,” he said, “We get to hang out for a whole week.”
“I know,” she said, smiling, “This is going to be so much fun.”
He hoped she meant for both of them. He didn’t want to know what she had planned.

Margery got up, and Millie mentally prepared herself. The huge woman walked out of the room, her footsteps echoing around the spacious room. The steps retreated into the distance, and Millie waited, looking around the expansive table around her. She walked to the edge, and soon heard more footsteps approaching. Margery was telling her children about Millie, and that she was here. No doubt they would be excited, having a tiny aunt seemed like it would be fun. The trio appeared in the doorway, Margery and the two youngsters, anticipation on their six and four year old faces. They came over, clearly having been instructed by their mother. They saw Millie, and their eyes got wide. They reached the table, their heads just above the edge, tight grins to go with the wide eyes.
“Wow,” her nephew gasped, and her niece just said, “So neat.”
“Remember the rules,” their mother said from across the room, “No touching!” They continued to stare, hopefully they didn’t forget those rules, Millie thought.
“How are both of you doing?” she asked casually, as if they weren’t giants.
“We’re good,” the girl, the older one, said. “How is being tiny?”
“It’s nice,” Millie said cheerfully, “I get to see all sorts of interesting things.”
She stood there, talking to the big children, trying to act as normal as possible, and to hide her discomfort. It wasn’t their fault, the children were being respectful, but Millie had to get used to this.

Cain looked up from between his sister’s legs. The shadowed space felt odd, as if he was in a narrow canyon, as she looked down at him and talked. Finally, she asked, “so what do you want to do?”
“Um, whatever,” he said. “What do you typically do on a day like this?”
“I usually just sit around and watch TV,” she said, “But that’s without a tiny person to entertain.”
“Let’s just disregard the fact that I’m a tiny person,” he said, “And try to act as closely to normal as possible. If you had a full sized guest, what would you want to do?”
“So TV then?” she said.
“Yes,” he agreed, “We’ll just watch TV. Like normal siblings.”
She shrugged, and reached down, her hand sliding into the shadowed space. Her fingers slid around him, the bottom ones dragging on the floor, and the upper ones circling him and tightening. He was lifted up, and a fist formed around him. She stood, and held him in her fist in front of her face. She smiled, then lowered him, and walked to the couch. Each step was a distant thunder in his ears, partially muffled by the carpet, as he looked out from the hand that enclosed him. Each step was also a jolt, as the hand unknowingly swung back and forth at her side. He was set down, the hand opening, and he slipped out onto the arm of the couch. She sat down next to him, making a loud noise from the couch as the structure creaked from under her weight, and the air was pushed out of the cushions by her body. The arm reached over him, and picked up the control. Soon, they had picked out a show, and she laid her arm next to him. He tried to ignore the tree sized limb, but then he leaned against it as he sat. The pair watched the distant TV screen, laughing or commenting, trying to pretend everything was normal. It was awkward at first, talking up to the red haired giant, and far from normal, but he was eventually able to relax, and she lost the nervous edge in her voice. They both had to get used to this.

Chapter Three

When the kids had gone, Millie walked across the table to the space in front of where her sister sat. Margery loomed over her, seeming much bigger than the children. “Glad that’s over with,” she said. It had been almost an hour of talking to them, with them ogling her tiny size. They’d protested when Margery sent them to bed, but Millie had promised to see them tomorrow. They were happy to hear she’d be there for a week, and could not hide their excitement.
“They’d never been that excited to see me before,” Millie said up to Margery.
“You’re more interesting now,” Margery said, “You were kind of boring before. Now you’re exotic.”
Millie laughed, “That is true. But I’m still boring, there’s just so much less of me.”
“So do you want to watch a movie?” Margery asked.
“Definitely,” Millie said, “Something to forget how small I am now.” Her sister chuckled, then reached a hand out to pick her up. Soon, Millie was in her fist, being carried at stomach level to the next room.

After hours of watching the TV screen, Flora said she had an idea. She picked Cain up, and carried him into the kitchen. Then she proceeded to fill a pot with water, and set it on the table in front of him. “What is this?” he asked.
“Do you have a swimsuit?”
“What? No. They don’t have them for us.”
“What do you swim in at your community?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“We go in the buff.”
“Oh,” Flora said, then, “So you and Millie got to see each other naked before even dating?”
“Neither of us had made it to the pond before we’d started. But if we had, then yes, we’d have seen each other. Everyone there has seen everyone else there naked at some point, we’re not bashful.”
“Well, I guess you’ll have to go naked on my table if you want to swim.”
He shrugged, “I don’t mind.” With that, he started to undress. Flora did not turn away, oddly.
Not long after, he stood in her hand, at the end of her fingers. They were pressed together like logs, and his feet were on her fingertips, as he looked down at the water filled pot below. He felt the lines that made up her fingerprints on the bottom of his feet, rough and flaky.
“Are you going to actually jump?” she asked behind him, “I’m tired of looking at your bare butt.”
“It’s kind of high,” he said, turning his head and upper body back to her, “Can you lower yourself?”
“Don’t be such a wimp,” she said, “It’s not that high.”
“It’s like three stories,” he said, “Have you ever jumped from three stories up?”
The hand abruptly lowered, and he struggled to maintain his balance. He fell back from the motion, his legs going out from under him. His butt hit the fingers, and the hand stopped. He stood up again, went to the edge of the fingertips, and looked down. Then he jumped. He hit the warm water and let himself sink to the bottom, feeling the metal floor of the pot. Flora listened as his body made a plop, and watched him sink. When he surfaced, she leaned forward and looked down at him. “How was it?”
“Good,” he said, “Nice and warm.” His voice was high pitched to her ears, something she would have to get used to. She resisted the urge to laugh at its comical squeak. She reached down, and dipped her hand into the water to retrieve him. He swam as the giant hand dipped into the water next to him, and it cupped under him. Then it rose up through the water, pushing his legs up and bumping his bottom as it came out of the water. The liquid drained from the hand on either side of him, until there was a small puddle in the palm under him. It rose up into the air, stopping just above the pot again. The cupped hand straightened out, to be flat. It was time to jump again. He stood up, and walked carefully onto the fingers, and toward the tips. Then he jumped again, and the process started over as he was pulled out of the water. It must have seemed boring to her, but he didn’t care, at least he was having fun.
After several minutes, he stood in her palm, a pool of water at his feet, having drained off from him. He turned to face her, unconcerned about his nudity. “I think I’ll only do a few more,” he said.
“Good,” the massive face said, “I was getting bored. And you have a small thing.”
“All of me is small,” he said.
“Yes, but that’s like the size of an ant.”
“Proportionally that’s perfectly sized.”
“You still have an ant sized thing.”
“I do,” he said tiredly, “It is the size of an ant. But your vagina is the size of a cave.”
“Ouch,” she said, grimacing, “No need to get personal.” Then she giggled lightly.
He turned around and stepped onto the fingers, and down their length until he was at the fingertips again. He jumped, landing in the water below. When he surfaced, she just looked down at him blankly. He swam for a few moments, then went to the side. He reached up, grasped the rim. He pulled himself up, resting his butt on the rim, balancing on the thin metal.
“Done?” She asked. “I think so,” he answered. “Good,” she said.
He swung his legs around, and gripped the rim again. He pushed off, and hung on the outside of the pot. Then he dropped down, landing on the surface of the table. He walked around to face Flora again.
“I‘ve entertained you enough for the night, I think,” she said.
“I’m getting tired of you, too,” he said. She reached over and grabbed him, enveloping him in a fist, the flesh pressing into him from all sides. When it opened, he dropped into the carpeting of her bedroom. The chamber he had arrived in was sitting in the corner, next to a shoebox. There was a rectangular hole in the box, which he guessed was a doorway.
“I made a little room for you,” she said, her face hovering over him, “and I put your stuff next to it. You should have everything you need there.”
“Excellent,” he said. The chamber had a bathroom and a bed, and everything else he needed. He crossed the room as Flora stood up and walked over to her bed. She was soon laying on it, reading a book, as he got himself comfortable in the shoebox. He had a book of his own to read, and he found it was nice to get away from the giant red haired girl, in his own little space.

Millie and Margery were ending their night. Millie sat on the arm of the couch, watching the distant, movie sized TV screen, as Margery sat towering beside her. When they agreed they were done watching, Millie talking up to the huge face high above, the huge hand lowered and picked up the control and flipped the screen off. The plastic creaked when the fingers enclosed it and lifted it, and there was a muffled whump when it was set back down on the upholstery. “Ready to end the night?”
“Yes,” Millie said, getting up and stretching. She braced herself for the hand to grab her, which it did, fingers closing around her body below her shoulders, grasping her tightly. She couldn’t move, and barely could breathe. But the tighter the better, so she didn’t fall through. Margery would learn the perfect balance of tightness some-day, she told herself. Holding the fist in front of her, Margery stood up and brought it up to her face. “I have one last surprise for you.” Her breath was a warm wave of air.
“I don’t like surprises,” Millie admitted. But her sister only chuckled. Then she was being carried, next to Margery’s stomach, under her breasts. The large shapes over her head jiggled too much for Millie’s comfort. Her brain couldn’t process that the huge mounds, not that big actually, were fully attached.
They went into the spare bedroom, where Margery usually worked. In the corner was a dollhouse. It sat on a thin, low platform. “Is that…” Millie said, as Margery stopped, and set her down in front of it.
“Yes, it’s all yours.”
“You bought me a house?” Millie asked in surprise.
“Yes. A dollhouse, not a real house. It’s furnished and everything. All sized for you, of course. They’re pretty easy to find, they make these just the size of miniatures now.
“You got this for me for only a few days? I’m not staying more than a week.”
“I thought maybe you might want to stay longer,” Margery said. “Or come back at some point. When you do, this will be waiting for you. It’s all yours. Functional, too. There’s a water tank so you have toilets and faucets, baths and showers. And electricity, too. With appliances. Every comfort you’d need.”
“Wow,” Millie gasped, “Thank you.”
“It wasn’t expensive. They make them just for miniatures, so they’re made for real people.”
Not long after, Margery left the room, and Millie went into her new house. It was three stories, and spacious. No way would she be able to afford anything like this at regular size. She walked around some, before settling into the largest bedroom on the top floor. It took a while for her to be ready for sleep, as excited as she was about the place. But it was so comfortable, she had no problem falling asleep.


Chapter Four

He woke up feeling and hearing the rumbling and shaking, and instantly remembered where he was. His giant sister was walking around, stepping loudly as she did. The bed was from the chamber, part of the package that they left with when they went out. He’d moved it to inside the shoebox, to give the illusion of a bedroom. He got up, put something on, and went to the flap in the cardboard, pushing it open. He walked out into the sunlit room, his feet sinking into the carpeting. He walked away from the corner, out into the open area between the dresser and bed, sure that she would see him when she came around. She was in the bathroom now, he surmised. So he waited, and it wasn’t long.
Flora stepped into the room, her massive feet thumping onto the carpet with muffled booms. He was shocked to see nothing but bare skin, not a bit of clothing on the skyscraper sized girl. Before he could look away, he saw alabaster skin, like she was made of white stone, with round fist sized breasts poking out from her chest, with pink areolas in the centers. She stood, looking like a twenty story tall marble statue, then turned her head and spotted Cain immediately. She smiled. And she turned and stepped over, the feet thumping against the carpet with each step, crushing the carpet fibers with crunches as she got closer. She made no move to cover up, only bent down and doubled over so her face was even with her knees above him, blocking the light. “Hi short stuff,” she said happily.
“Hi, extremely tall naked girl,” he said awkwardly.
“Don’t tell me you’re uncomfortable with nudity now,” she said, “I had to see you naked last night, with all that diving and swimming. You were in my hand, after all.”
“It’s a little different when the naked person is twenty stories high,” he said.
“I’m not that tall compared to you,” she said, “I’ll have to do the math sometime to figure it out.”
“Anyway,” he said, “It’s quite disconcerting.”
“While we’re living together, we’re going to be seeing a lot of each other, with quite a bit of nudity. Especially with us sleeping in the same bedroom.”
“You can always move my shoebox,” he said.
She smiled, “But I like you in here. I like the company. You’ll be joining me in bed sometime before you leave too. It’ll be like a slumber party, with you on my pillow, giving me someone to talk to at night.”
She stood up straight, to a dizzying height, and looked down on him from beyond protruding breasts.
“I’m going to get ready for work,” she announced, “And you’ll have the place to yourself for the day.”
With that, she stepped away, the car sized feet thumping away, on top of the tree sized ankles, slender legs and round buttocks. He tried to push the image from his mind, knowing she did it to make him uncomfortable. He didn’t know how he was going to keep from going mad while staying with her.

Millie woke up, to see it was morning. Her surroundings seemed odd at first, with the obviously fake bedroom. It was well made for a dollhouse, from a distance, but up close, it was clear how roughly it was put together. She sat up, letting the covers fall from her chest. She felt the air on her bare breasts. Then she pulled the covers off her completely, feeling the air on her whole body. She was sleeping naked of course. It wasn’t like anyone could come in and see her, she had total privacy. She got up, and went down the stairs to the kitchen. Chunks of muffin had been set inside a plastic box, which she voraciously devoured. She ate until full, and lounged on the sofa in the parlor afterwards. She didn’t have any sort of TV or screen set up, so she was content to stare at the wall, and contemplate her situation. She was a tiny girl in a big world, a three inch tall person, living among her giant family. Oddly, that did not seem to bother her. It wasn’t a scary thought at all, and she wondered why she’d been so worried about it before undergoing the shrinking process. Her fears seemed so silly now.
There was a thumping in the distance, and as it approached, the house began to shake. She got up, and walked out the door, onto the front porch. The house was in a secluded area of the room, next to the wall of a desk. But it wasn’t surprising to see Margery looming in the distance, like a skyscraper surrounded by plains. She walked off the porch, toward the massive woman. Halfway, she realized she was naked still. Too late now, she thought to herself. Margery spotted her, and stepped over. She stepped up to her, booms muffled by the carpeting, until her slippers stopped in front of her. A shadow came over her as the giant bent down, and a hand reached for her. Fingers slid around her, and tightened. And she was lifted into the air. She gave a yelp at how fast she was rising.
She sat and watched as Margery ate her breakfast, sitting on a cloth napkin, which was cushy on her bottom. Margery ate and talked, clearly not bothered by Millie’s nakedness. She commented, “Little boobies” and sniggered, then went back to talking. And listening when Millie felt like talking. She pushed the finished bowl to the side, and ignored it. Millie could smell the souring milk after a while, but didn’t mention it. It was a nice conversation, the two rarely got to meet face to face anymore. The two could talk for hours, but this one would only be a few minutes, as Margery had to get to work. Finally, Margery stood up, and took the bowl away, rinsing it in the sink. Then she leaned over Millie, “Would you like me to take you back to the dollhouse, or do you want to walk?”
“I’ll walk,” Millie said, standing. The hand reached for her, the thumb sliding along her stomach, pushing her boobs up, as the forefingers pressed into her back. She was lifted up, and glided over the table. Then she was lowered to the tiled floor, where the fingers released. She fell the last inch, landing on bent legs. She looked at the slippers in front of her, as they lifted up. The giant walked away, clapping against the floor with each step. Millie began walking back, crossing the kitchen floor, and then passing through the living room. She was back in her house when she heard the footsteps again, and stepped out to see Margery and her daughter leaving. Her sister to work and her niece to daycare. And Millie had the massive house to herself. But she stayed in her own for most of the day, staying comfortable.


Chapter Five

Flora walked into her apartment, tired from the day. Her TV was on, which seemed odd. Then she remembered her houseguest. She walked over to the couch, and on the arm lay the tiny form of her brother. He was on his stomach, and twisted around to sit up when she bent down toward him.
“I see you made yourself comfortable, Cain,” she said to the tiny boy.
“I was wandering the house, decided to see if I could climb the couch. Apparently I can.”
“What would have happened if you’d fell?”
“That would have hurt,” he said, “But I was careful.”
“I doubt that. That’s a steep fall for you, like two whole feet.”
“Anyway,” he said, “Since I was up here, I climbed the arm, and hopped over to the end table, where the remote control was. Picked what I wanted to watch, hopped to the couch again, and got comfortable.”
“Well, at least you can get around by yourself,” Flora said. She stood up, turned, and sat down on the cushion. She rested her arm next to him, and laid back. “What are you watching, anyway?”
Cain told her about the show, one she’d intended to watch but hadn’t quite made it yet. And he told her what was going on so far. It was several episodes in, since he’d been watching since the early afternoon. He glanced to the side, to see her arm lying there, like a downed tree trunk, with pale flesh instead of bark, and red hairs poking out. It rolled slightly as she shifted her weight, her asking him questions. Finally, she was content that she knew what was going on, and got engrossed in the show.

Millie sat inside her dollhouse, deep in a book, when she heard the distant booms that meant people had arrived. She glanced at a watch that hung on the wall, and saw that it was indeed the time that her sister usually got home. There was the rapid booms of the little girl as she ran to her room, and the slower but deeper thumps that would have been Margery. They got louder, and closed, until stopping just outside her walls. “Are you in there little Millie?” The voice echoed throughout the house.
Millie got up from the chair, and walked to the front door. She walked out onto the porch, to see her sister there, looming over her. The giant was sitting, with her knees against her chest, her lower bare lower legs like columns. “Hello!” Millie said cheerily, “How was work?”
“Boring, as always,” Margery said, “I didn’t have a little person to mess with.”
“Well you have me now,” Millie said, giggling.
Margery laid a hand out, palm facing up. Millie stepped onto it, and seated herself in the center. She was slowly raised into the air, first to Margery’s face, and then when the woman stood. She felt dizzy with the sudden rise, putting her hands out flat next to her to feel steady. She was walked through the room, and set down on the kitchen counter. “You can talk to me while I make dinner,” her sister said.
“As long as I don’t have to help.”
“Don’t you cook at home?”
“They have prepared meals for us. We can cook and bake if we want, but we’re lazy and prefer the convenience. We can eat on our own, or gather with the others for community meals.”
“That sounds nice”, Margery remarked, as she opened cabinets and pulled out cookware.
“They want to make us as comfortable and happy as possible,” Millie said, “There aren’t as many people being miniaturized as they planned, so they’re doing all they can to make it as appealing as possible.”
“Well that’s interesting,” Margery said, “Is the community only partially full?”
“Very much so. There are so many empty houses. And planned villages were never occupied. There’s lots of empty space around us. Fields and fields. Which goes with the rural feel of it, I guess.”
“Well at least there are some people like yourselves.”
“There are, there are still lots of people. It’s never lonely. But the planners are quite disappointed.”
“I can see why it wouldn’t be as popular. I’m surprised people do it at all.”
“We’re a weird bunch,” Millie said, “I’ll admit that. One has to be a little adventurous to do it.”
With that, the two went back into conversation, as the large one scampered around, preparing dinner, while Millie sat there, giving her a distraction from her work.

Cain sat on the kitchen table, in a chair and table sized for him. Between him and his sister’s three story tall head and shoulders was a plastic plate, with the just microwaved food. It was steaming, and the smell made him even hungrier. When it cooled, he’d collect some for himself. He had a plate and utensils as well. But as they waited, he listened to Flora, talking about things that had happened at work. She was complaining about some frustration, when he interjected.
“You wouldn’t have to work there, or anywhere, if you joined me in the community.”
“Ha,” she said, “That won’t happen. There is absolutely no way I am ever becoming small. Anyway…” she went back to what she was saying. He just sat and listened to the giant girl.
After Flora had sampled some, she told him, “It’s not too hot now.”
He got up, taking his mini plate. He went up to the slab of meat, and cut himself off a piece, and took a whole corn kernel for himself. Flora watched from above. He retreated back to his seat, still within reach of Flora. Soon, they were both eating, a big person at the table, and a littler person on their own table in front of her. It must have been an odd sight, to be sure.

Millie sat at her own table, on the sprawling table in Margery’s kitchen. She sat next to her towering sister, with her niece and nephew not far away, like a steep hills on either side, just out of her sight. Millie had her own plate of food, as she ate much like the three giants did. She talked up to Margery, continuing yet another conversation. After she was done, Millie got up, and crossed a foot of table to walk over to the huge girl child. “How are you enjoying your dinner, little one?”
“I’m not the little one,” the girl said down to her, “You are.”
“You’re little,” Millie said, “I’m tiny.”
“You’re very tiny,” her niece said. Millie chuckled. The two talked back and forth, until Millie excused herself to talk with her nephew, who was watching patiently. She crossed the table, passing pots and a plate, reaching the boy. They talked some, as Millie talked up to the huge boy. Margery, who’d finished her meal, stood up, and began clearing the table.
“You two can take your aunt into the TV room, and pick a movie with her. She’ll watch with you.”
“You bet I will!” Millie said excitedly. The boy reached for her, and she braced herself. The small hand closed around her, and she squirmed until she was comfortable in the fist. And she was carried into the next room by the enormous child. She was set down on the end table, next to the couch, as the pair debated which movie to watch. Millie exhaled, full from dinner and ready to relax.
Not long after, Millie was comfortably watching the movie. It was a kid’s movie, but she was enjoying it anyway. Margery was in her bedroom, taking some time to herself. And Millie was hanging out with the kids. She had a comfortable spot, on her niece’s leg. The cloth of her pants was soft, and the tissue underneath was cushy. She sat at the top of the leg, leaning back against the hip. Occasionally she would look up the cliff of fabric, to see the young face looking down at her in amusement. Fortunately, they were quiet, and she didn’t move that much. They were engrossed in the movie, as was Millie.
As she watched, she felt she could identify with the fairies, except for the magical powers and ability to fly. Really, she had the main drawback of a fairy, and none of the benefits. She recalled fantasizing about fairies when she was a child, and even fantasizing about being one. The thought of being such a small size had not bothered her, and had seemed fun at the time. Sometimes, in her fantasies, she’d been small without even having powers. Like now. Interesting that was how her life actually turned out. And maybe, she considered, that was the beginning of her curiosity, which later turned to desire, to be small. It hadn’t been known to be possible then, when she was just six or seven. But when she was twelve and first heard of it, she’d remembered the fantasies she’d played out in her head. She’d dismissed then at the time as childish thoughts, but then found herself fantasizing about it again. AS a teenager, she thought about it more and more, less of a fantasy, and more of the actual desire to be small. That was when she’d first considered it. And now she was actually a tiny person the size of a toy, sitting with enormous children that loomed over her like tall buildings. With no regrets.


Chapter Six

Cain swam in the large pot, doing laps around the steel side or diving down to the metal bottom. Flora’s face would appear as she peered in at him. “Ready to get out yet?”
“Not yet,” he’d say. Or she’d ask if he wanted to jump again. When he agreed, she’d dip a cupped hand into the water below him, and pull him out, with water draining from her hand. And she’d hold it out over the pot, and he’d jump. Then he’d swim some more, as she read her tablet at the edge of the table. The water was warm, too. Making for a great swim.
When she asked again, he said he was done. So she dipped her hand in, and he swam over to it, and climbed in. She lifted him out, and set him on the table. He instinctively covered up his midsection, and she laughed. “I don’t care about seeing your little peen,” she said, “It’s like a grain of rice.”
“Ouch,” he said, and she laughed. The water ran down him, pooling at his feet. It was more like a film on his skin than drops. When he was mostly air dry, she picked him up again, sliding her thumb and forefinger under his arms, and they curled around her digits as he was lifted and carried. Then she set him down next to the shoebox he was staying in. “I’ll give you some time to yourself,” she said, “I’m taking a bath.” With that, she began undressing, and he went inside. He found a book to read, and relaxed. It had been a fun swim. And it was nice to spend time with his sister, giant that she was.
Much later, he sat on the mattress, facing Flora’s massive face, lying on its side on the pillow. Her eyes looked heavy and were only partially open. Her red hair draped over the pillow and pooled on the mattress next to Cain, who sat with his ankles crossed and knees sticking out. When she’d gotten into bed, she’d invited him to join her, to talk until she fell asleep. They did talk, him to the giant head and her to the tiny boy. There was a rustling, and an arm reached out over his head, and clicked off the bedside lamp. The room went dark, and it was obvious she would be asleep soon. Her talking was slowing, and her eyes were open less and less. Then, silence, and her eyes fully closed, and her breathing became even. He stood up, and turned and walked to the edge. There was a string there, and he gripped it, and lowered himself off the mattress, walking down backwards hand over hand down the rope. When he reached the floor, he could hear her sound asleep above. He crossed the room, avoiding lumps of discarded clothes, to reach his ‘room’. He went in, glad for the conversation but ready for sleep. First, he found a message from Millie. He responded. It wasn’t long before he was asleep as well.

Across town, Millie was just sending her message. The plastic of the chair was actually kind of soft on her bare bottom. She’d taken off her clothes before bed, then decided to send a message to Cain. She wasn’t the only tiny person in the world, after all. Which was a reassuring thought. She had heard of a sort of play in the park, which would be given for minis only. After sending, she got up, and went to her bed. She slid in, feeling the rough sheets on her bare skin, but not minding. She laid in bed for a few minutes, staring up at the ceiling through the darkness. Then she drifted off to sleep.
Millie awoke the next morning to sounds of activity nearby. She took a moment to listen, and heard her niece playing ‘outside’. She got up, taking in the regular sized room around her, where she could feel normal. Then she went to the window. She briefly considered putting on clothes, she had slept naked after all, then decided it wasn’t worth it. She wouldn’t leave the house until she’d had her breakfast crumbs. And if the young girl saw her chest, she had seen breasts the size of Millie’s on her dolls. She went to the window, pushed open the shutters, and looked out, seeing the giant form of the ‘little’ girl. She shouted, and after a few times, Elwen turned her head, and spotted Millie in the window. She got onto her hands and knees, and crawled to the dollhouse. The thumping sounds of her movement were muffled by the carpet, and her clothes rustled as she moved, and the figure was soon looming over her house, sitting up and casting a wide shadow. It was dark behind Millie, as she looked up at the smiling face. Millie poked her upper body out the window, feeling her breasts dangling from her chest. “Hello, Ely!” she said. Elwen leaned forward, and pushed her face close, “Hello Auntie.”
“You’re little aunt is wondering why you’re playing in here,” Millie said, “waking me up.”
“I’m sorry, I forgot. I like to play in here,” the huge girl said, “sometimes in the mornings.”
“It’s alright,” Millie said, “It‘s time for me to get up anyway. Just don’t come in too early.”
“Do you want to play?” Elwen asked, “My dolls and I are on a journey.”
“That’s quite a journey from your bedroom,” Millie said, “So I feel for your dolls. They’re little like me.”
“They are little like you, I’m sure they’d like you,” Elwen said.
“I’ll have to meet them,” Millie said.
“I can take you to them,” Elwen said, her face lighting up, “You can all play together.”
“Yes, I’d like that. After…” Before she could say ‘breakfast’, a hand appeared in front of the window from below, and reached for her, the top two fingers closed around her upper body. She was pulled, her lower body slipping through the window. The curled fingers pressed against her chest, her breasts mashed in between, as the lower fingers closed around her hips and legs, as Elwen shuffled on her knees across the room. Millie yelped, held in the huge girl’s hand, rocking as she crawled, but it was lost in the mass of digits. She was set down, landing on her butt. She stood up, and addressed the girl that loomed over her. “You can’t just pick me up, Ely! You need me to give my permission first!” She spoke forcefully, but didn’t let anger come into her voice. The ordeal had shaken her. She didn’t want to outright chastise Elwen, just remind her. The girl had to learn how inappropriate that was.
“I’m sorry,” Elwen said, sounding rebuked, “I thought you gave permission.”
Millie felt bad, it seemed it was a misunderstanding. So she said, “So where are these doll friends of yours? And do you have an extra dress for me? A proper lady can’t go around naked.”
Not long after, she was given a dress stripped from one of the smaller dolls, which sat in its bare plastic. Elwen picked up the dolls, one after the other, and spoke through them to Millie, changing her voice slightly with each one. She spoke to the dolls, as if they were people. They were all bigger than her, bear sized mannequins to her diminutive form. She spent the rest of the morning playing with them, eventually being picked up and taken to various rooms of the house. She interacted as if she were an actress in a very odd play. But it was nice to pretend. And it was also nice to spend time with her niece.


Chapter Seven

Cain woke up to hear an echoing noise. He sat up, in the dim interior of his shoebox, to hear his name being said, distantly. He got dressed and emerged, judging that it was time to get up. He crossed the bedroom, walking past the bed, the dresser, and more piles of clothes. They gave off strong smells, of sweat and body odor. A pair of socks sat near the doorway, he had to walk too close to those putrid things to get to the open door. He went out into the small hall, which was just a vestibule between the bedroom door and bathroom door, with a linen closet door farther along. He went toward the living room, hearing his name occasionally being called. “That girl…” he said to himself in annoyance.
When he emerged into the living room, he saw the source of the noise, Flora was at her desk, a computer monitor in front of her. It was lit up, not dark as it usually was. His sister was spending the day working from home, a rare luxury for her. He crossed the room toward her, his ankles brushing against the carpet fibers. They were soft, and lightly tickled.
“Cain!” she yelled again, turning and looking behind her. Then she spotted him, in the middle of the room. She smiled, “About time you get up!” Then she added, “Now hurry up and get here, I need someone to talk to.” Then she turned back to her work as if he wasn’t there.
Not long after, he sat on the desk, a keyboard within a stone’s toss, and a monitor looming above him like a drive thru movie screen. On the other side, Flora loomed, her gaze on the screen. Her hand rested on the mouse, sliding it along the pad with a grinding she didn’t hear. He sat next to her arm, like a fallen tree, shifting when she moved her hand enough. Red hairs poked out of the supposed tree, which was pockmarked by small pores. And freckles, which covered her skin like embedded stones.
“Are you done with breakfast?” she asked, nodding to the empty hand sized plate. She’d eaten before he’d gotten there, but left him plenty of crumbs scattered on the plate. Which he’d filled himself up on.
“I’ve eaten more than enough,” he said.
“Good. You can take the plate into the next room,” she said. “It will take you awhile, of course.”
“I’ll get right on that,” he said.
“You have to do some work,” she said, grinning, “Not just sit around like a mouse.”
“I walked plenty this morning,” he said. He was glad she hadn’t made him climb, she’d just picked him up between her fingers, pinching his body between her finger tips, and set him on the desk. The smell of coffee was strong, a mug sat nearby. And she started talking. Apparently she was quite chatty at work.
“I should take you with me into the office,” she said, “You’re better to talk to than my coworkers.”
“If I don’t get paid, I’m not going anywhere,” he said. Being in an office did not sounds fun. Even at full size. He was glad that was something he’d left behind when he’d miniaturized.
“Like I barely get paid to go in, and I do actual work,” she complained. And she did, she’d worked as she talked, surprising him that she could do both so effectively. “You are lucky you don’t need a job.”
“That’s the advantage of being small,” he said, “I take few resources. None of us need jobs, it’s great.”
“Yeah, you live off crumbs. And sleep in shoeboxes. And get carried in pockets everywhere.”
“All very convenient,” he said, “I can’t think of a better way to live and travel.”
She sighed and shook her head, then said, “But you have to be tiny,” she looked down at him, her red hair draped from her shoulders over her chest, seeming to flow like a liquid, well above his head. Her arm sat still, as her attention was focused on him, not her work.
“I’m not ‘tiny’ as you say, most of the time. I live in a place where everything is normal sized to me. At home, we never feel tiny. We just feel normal, in a normal sized world. There are some reminders, of course, thing that seem too big, but they’re just oddities there. It’s out here where everything is big.”
“But this is the real world,” she said, “Everything in your little dome is fake.”
“And I chose to leave the real world behind,” he reminded her, “And this world is fake too. Humans used to live in stone hovels surrounded by open fire, cooking freshly killed meat. The world of supermarkets and cars isn’t how it’s always been. So your world is as artificial as mine. In the real world, you’d be just as helpless as I am. You can’t hunt, gather, cook, or build anything.”
“Well, yes,” she admitted, “That is true. I wouldn’t last long as a cavewoman. But you’re still tiny.”
“It isn’t so bad,” he said, “There are inconveniences, and it’s so much walking…but it really isn’t terrible.”
Her body shook as she shuddered, “Ugh, No thanks, I’d never choose to be tiny. No offense.”
“It isn’t for everyone,” he said, “Few humans actually consider it, and very few actually do it. But it’s not the nightmare science fiction leads us to believe.”
“I’d be screaming to get back to normal as soon as possible,” she said, “It would be all I could think about. But when it’s against someone’s will, then it’s terrible. But if someone chooses to do it…and I don’t understand that part. But as long as you’re content with it. Or even seem to like it.”
“I do like it,” he said. “I don’t know why, but I like the way I am.”
She shook her head, and focused back on her work. Remarking, “Crazy, crazy shrunken people.”

Millie was set down on the kitchen table, lifting her feet until the hand was still, then planting them on the table. The fingers released, sliding away from her. She looked up at the building sized Elwen, “Thank you for the ride. I’ll play again with you later. But I need to eat.” Margery snickered.
Elwen stepped away, paused, then stepped back. She reached for Millie. “What?”
The fingertips gripped the bottom of the dress, and pulled it up. “Ah,” she said, lifting her arms as the dress was pulled off of her, scratching her skin with the rough fabric. She felt the air on her bare skin as the garment hovered away from her, toward Elwen, attached to the hand. “Dolly needs her dress back,” Elwen said innocently. Then she turned and bolted away. It sounded like earthquakes, and she felt the table shudder underneath her feet. She instinctively covered up, then felt silly and dropped her arms.
She turned to face Margery, once again naked. Her sister looked at her in amusement. She crossed the table, walking near the edge, until she reached the area in her giant sister’s shadow.
“Stealing dresses from dolls, huh,” Margery said in amusement.
“Ely grabbed me and pulled me out of my window before I had time to get dressed. I spent far too much time naked in front of her, as she insisted on changing my dress every so often.”
“She’s seen you naked,” Margery remarked, “We’ve showered together at the public pool countless times. And I don’t mind. You can go around as naked as you want, as long as you’re comfortable.”
Millie shrugged, “I’m definitely comfortable. The house is quite warm.”
“I don’t know how you can be comfortable,” Margery remarked, “Being only a few inches tall.”
“I’m just weird, I guess,” Millie said. A hand lowered to the plate, and slid it toward her, grinding against the table. She stepped up onto it, to find the remains of scrambles eggs scattered around it.
“Help yourself, Thumbelina,” Margery said.
Millie stepped around the plate, picking up clumps of egg and shoving them into her mouth. It wasn’t very civilized, she thought, but minis did things differently. They had to. Eating while naked by shoving clumps of food into your mouth with your hands sounded bad, but she wasn’t exactly normal anymore.
“So, anyway,” Margery said, and began telling Millie a story. Millie stood up and listened, her arms full of yellowish fluff. Egg white mixed with yolk felt gross, but tastes delicious. They talked as Millie ate, and then she sat down on the plate, feeling the sliminess on her bare bottom, and they continued talking. It was nice to be able to relax, she thought, talking to a woman thirty times bigger than her.

Cain stood with his feet sinking into the dark soil, with the green stalk in front of him like a tree trunk. When he finished relieving himself onto the plant, he tucked himself into his pants, and went to the edge of the pot. He swung his legs over and sat on the rim, and hopped down the six inches to the desk top. He walked from the back of the desk, toward Flora’s looming figure. The building sized redhead stared, bored, at her computer screen. Her eyes went to Cain as he got close. He sat down and leaned his back against her freckled arm, exhaling. “Never thought I’d be peeing on house plants.”
“You’re the one who got himself shrunk,” Flora said from above, “they’re trees to you now. Perfect for little people to relieve themselves on. And nourishing my plant, too. You decided to make yourself tiny.”
“I didn’t choose this,” he said, waving his arms to indicate his surroundings, “Living in a giant apartment, with a giant sized sister. You’re like thirty stories tall.”
“I’m normal,” she said, “You’re just tiny. Which was your own doing.”
“I chose to live in the community,” he said, “where everything is sized to me. Everything is nice, it’s like a resort. It’s not crowded and fun is everywhere. I even met a nice girl there. But then you convinced me to leave all that, and come to your massive apartment. And hang out with your giant self.”
“It isn’t massive to me,” she said, “This space is tiny. Even to my so called giant self.”
“My cottage at home is much more spacious than this, relatively,” he said.
“And you don’t have to work. But at least you can entertain me, and keep me company.”
And that he didn’t mind. Flora was clearly lonely, and definitely liked having him around. As much as a bother as she was, it was just because she had no one else to talk to or be around. Or to entertain her. And she was obviously bored with her life. Cain had been bored with his own life, before being miniaturized. But that wasn’t an option for Flora. She’d never do it. And she wasn’t responsible enough for a pet, nor did she have the free time to dedicate to it. And she didn’t have many friends, and her place wasn’t big enough for a roommate. So having him there was her best option. He saw that now, and knew that was why she’d wanted him to come so badly. And they’d always gotten along relatively well, and most times liked each other’s company. Now he could give her some companionship.

Millie didn’t know how long she’d been talking to her sister, but knew it was a long time. She realized it no longer felt odd to talk to someone so much bigger than her. She knew that if she did it enough, she’d get used to it. Strange to think that she’d get used to being so small, and would consider it normal, but she knew it would happen at some point. She wasn’t going back, of course. And as she talked with huge sized Margery, it was starting to feel normal. As was being on the expansive table.
There was the quick thumping noise, and light shaking of the table, as Felix appeared. She set her arm in front of her breasts, still naked from that morning and not wanting to be on full display for her young nephew. He told his mother something that sounded garbled, the boy was so excited.
“Okay,” Margery said to her son, “Take your aunt back to her little house, and I’ll take you.”
The boy raised his arm and reached out over the table, toward Millie to grab her, his hand closing around her up to her shoulders. She let out a peep. “We’ll pick up later, Millie,” Margery said, standing up. Then she said to the boy, “Be careful with your aunt. She’s small and delicate. Don’t drop her!” The boy nodded. Then he slowly turned and took a few measured steps, holding Millie to his chest.
Felix walked slowly out of the room, and held his hand out in front of him, opening his fist. His hand was small, Millie’s body seemed as if it was too big for it. His fingers were curled, and her back was against his fingertips, her hair sprawled out behind her. Her knees were at the bump at the base of his thumb, and her legs sat against his wrist. She couldn’t cover up, she had to use both arms to steady herself in the rocking palm, as he held her up to his face and gazed down at her. He stopped, saying, “Without clothes on, you look like one of Elwen’s dollies.”
“They’re a little bigger than me,” Millie admitted, “Don’t you have girl action figures? Are they my size?”
“I have some, and they are as little as you. But their clothes are painted on.” And molded, she figured.
“Well, take me back to my house, and I’ll play with you and your action figures later.”
He nodded, and looked up. Then he started walking again, lowering her to in front of his chest. She enjoyed the rest of the ride, rocking back and forth as Felix walked. He set her down, and was soon gone to somewhere out of sight. She went into the house, glad to be back since being pulled out of it earlier.

Cain stood beside the plastic dish, watching the steam come off if it. Looming over him, as usual, was Flora. She held a fork in one hand, looking at the cooling food eagerly.
“Are you going to get any?” she asked.
“I’ll get burns on my hands,” he said, “I’ll wait until you’re done. What’s left will have cooled by then.”
“If there is anything,” she said, “I’m pretty hungry.”
He stepped away, and she greedily shoveled food into the cavern that was her mouth. It wasn’t long before it was mostly gone. He then went and grabbed what he wanted, eating out of his hands as he stepped a safe distance away. Soon, it was all gone, and Flora sat back, contented.
“Another enjoyable dinner,” he said, finishing the rest of what was in his hand.
“Now, I feel like a bath,” she said, “Want to join me? You can swim.”
“Ugh, no,” he said, “I’d rather not.”
“Just pretend I’m an island of white rock. Squishy white rock.”
“I’ll pass,” he said. She shrugged, and reached for him. Her fingers slid around him, tightened, and lifted him off the table, and lowered him to the floor, at her feet. Her fingers slid away, and she stood upright. The feet picked up and thumped away, as he began his own long walk back as she went out of sight.

Millie sat sitting in her sister’s hand, being carried through the house. She was set down on the kitchen counter, as the huge woman went to the cupboard. She returned and set a box down next to Millie. She read it, “Pudding?”
“I feel like making some,” Margery said, “For myself and the kids. Want to watch?”
“I’ll help you eat it,” Millie said brightly.
“I know you will,” Margery said, “You’ll be full of pudding before the night’s over, I‘m sure.”
Not long after, when Margery had finished stirring the pot and dumped the steaming vanilla pudding into bowls, she put her hands on her hips in satisfaction. “See how easy that was.”
She called for her children, who came and collected their bowls, and smiled at Millie. Her husband was working late, so there was none for him. Margery picked up a bowl with one hand, and her sister with another. She carried them into the TV room, and sat, setting the bowl on her lap and Millie on her leg. She reached and grabbed the remote, and took a moment to find something to watch. When she looked down, she was startled to see Millie out of sight, but her clothes sat on her leg next to the bowl. And the bowl had a new resident. “What are you doing, you silly girl?” she said down to Millie, who sat inside the bowl, her back against the rim, everything below her waist buried, exposing her bare upper body. She took a glob of pudding in her hand, and pressed it into her mouth.
“I have a tiny naked girl in my snack,” Margery said in mock annoyance. Millie laughed.
Margery picked up the spoon, and dipped it as far from Millie as she could get.
After a few minutes, the only thing left in the bowl was a pudding covered Millie, and the spoon. Millie used her hand to take some off her, and ate it. It now smeared her chest and face, and coated her legs and midsection. She looked up at her sister and giggled.
“You think this is funny,” Margery said, “Well I think this is funny.” She stuck her finger out, and slid it up and down Millie’s body, gathering pudding, and stuck it in her mouth. Then she did it again a few times, as Millie tried kicking the saliva coated finger away, and failing. Margery laughed at her spit covered sister, who stood in the bowl with her hands on her hips.
“You look all shiny now, Millie,” she said.
“I still bathed in your food,” she retorted.
“I should lick you clean the rest of the way.”
“Gross,” Millie said. She climbed out of the bowl, and stood on her sister’s leg. Before long, Margery picked them both up again, taking them to the sink. She washed off the bowl, and Millie stood under the water, taking a shower. When she was done, she was picked up again and carried back to the TV room, and set back on Margery’s leg. Her clothes had gotten lost in the shuffle, so Millie sat in the buff.
“That was fun,” Margery said, “You should get into food more often.”
“I think I should,” Millie agreed. It had been interesting.


Chapter Eight

Cain was relaxing in the shoebox room when he got a message. It was from Flora, asking him to join her in the living room. He exhaled, ready for another day in the large sized apartment. He dressed. Then he exited the box, and walked across the bedroom to the door. It would be another long walk. When he reached the living room, and Flora came into sight, he realized she was in her underwear.
“Ugh,” he grunted, not wanting to see the sight. He continued walking, approaching the giant.
He reached her foot, looking up the alabaster legs. He stepped onto her toes, walked up the foot, and slapped the ankle. Then a shadow came over him, as she bent over and her face appeared between her knees. “About time,” she said, reaching for him. Her fingers gripped him, and lifted him up above her knees. He was set down on her leg, halfway between the knee and her hip. It was a lot of skin in all directions, it seemed. “I want to watch this movie with you,” she said, her bra cups poking up in front of her face. He turned and sat down on her smooth skin, noting the stubble of red hairs that barely poked up from her flesh. She needed to shave again, he noted.
Above, the giant rested her arms on the top of the couch, spreading them out. She sat back, so her stomach was on an incline. She talked to him, and he talked up to her, until the movie started. Then they were both silent, engrossed in the feature. Occasionally she would breathe deeply, causing her whole body to shift, which was quite distracting to him. There was just so much of her.

Millie sat on the mattress of the bed, with the linen underneath her. The huge face of Elwen lay on the pillow, and looked at her with those big round eyes. Mille had her ankles crossed and knees sticking out, with a book in her lap. She told the story, looking up at the giant girl, hoping to see some sleepiness in those eyes. But the eyes were locked onto her. Even after days, the children were still amazed at the sight of Millie. Surely they’d get used to the shrunken woman at some point.
Margery had worried that the children would develop a desire to be shrunk themselves, which she absolutely didn’t want. “Sorry, Millie, I love you, and accept you however you are, but I wouldn’t want your life for my children,” she said. Millie hadn’t taken offence.
“Life while little is difficult, I wouldn’t push this lifestyle on anyone. Or even suggest it.”
“Good,” Margery had said, before getting a playful look and adding, “And to make sure you don’t try and influence them, if my son or daughter comes to me one day telling me they want to be mini, I’ll make them watch me suck you into my mouth and swallow you. I might even chew.” Then she laughed.
Millie had laughed back, awkwardly. She knew it was a joke, but the visualization was still disturbing.
Now, she read to the ‘little’ girl, who listened with interest to the story. At one point, Elwen asked, “are any of the characters little, like you?”
“No, dear, they are not. No minis in this story.”
“Why not?”
“Because it happens a long time ago, before there were minis.”
“Why weren’t there minis in old times?” the girl asked.
“Because, the technology to shrink someone didn’t exist yet. They only developed it within the past twenty years. And they had to bend many of the rules of physics to do it.”
“But what about fairies and elves, they’re little,” The girl said.
“Because, those don’t exist.”
“How do you know? If they’re little, they can hide really well. Maybe we just never saw them.”
“Well…” Millie thought, then said, “It’s very difficult for someone to survive at this size. I need a molecule thin layer of quantum particles to surround me, to keep me from freezing to death, or starving. Otherwise, people couldn’t survive small. And before they had the technology to do that, no could survive at my current size. And I’m sheltered, too. There are so many birds and cats and things that would eat someone my size. Anyone small couldn’t go outside, they’d be hunted to extinction. So I can only really survive being small in the modern world, with modern tricks.”
“Wow,” the girl said, then was silent. Mille continued on with her story, until the girl finally fell asleep.


Cain sat on the smooth surface of Flora’s stomach, with flat fair skin in front, behind and to either side. His butt was nestled in her belly button, wedged into the tight hole. She’d found it amusing. She was in her underwear, with panties behind him and legs stretching out beyond that. In front was her bra, the cups rising up on either side of her chin, as she looked down at him as she talked. Her head was propped up on the pillow, so they were somewhat face to face. She was telling him about her workday.
Flora mentioned names of people he didn’t know, and couldn’t remember who was who, and she used terms for things that he had no idea what they were. But her problems were familiar, the office politics were hard on her, and the job was quite complicated. And it did the giant red haired girl well to vent about her issues. So even though he was lost, he listened to her, giving occasional advice. When he did, she looked thoughtful as she pondered it, then went on about the issue. While the discussion was purely for her benefit, he enjoyed talking to her. All these months away from his family, he’d forgotten how much he enjoyed being around them. Even Flora, who could be difficult and a little weird at times.
The giant girl’s speech started to slow, and her eyes started to look heavy. She closed her eyes, and opened them. “I need to get to sleep,” she said.
Cain pushed himself out of her belly button and stood on her abdomen. A hand reached for him, the fingers sliding around him. “I can get down on my own,” he said.
“I brought you up here,” she said, “I’ll help you down.” With that, she rolled over, and he glided over the mattress, and over the edge. She pushed herself over, and lowered her hand to the ground. Her hand opened, and he fell the last few inches to the carpeting. The hand slid up and over the edge, and the bed shook as she shifted her body again. As he walked across the room, her breathing indicated she was asleep. He reached his ‘box’, got comfortable and into bed. Then it was his turn to fall asleep.
Mille woke up, to the familiar bedroom that she’d been staying in the past few days. It was nice that it was already feeling like home. It had taken longer for the cottage she lived in at the habitat to feel that way. She pushed the covers off, and got out of bed. Still nude, she walked out of the room, down the stairs, and to the kitchen. Everything in this room was plastic. Hard and thick plastic, but still plastic. The fridge was fake, most of the cabinets didn’t open, even the table and chairs were plastic. The window was backlit, so it shone as if it was overlooking a meadow in sunlight. And it lit up the room, as if she were in a real kitchen, not space inside some child’s toy.
She went to the box, which sealed when it closed, and opened it. A pile of crumbs sat inside, each a handful, as if they were real muffins. She took one and set it on the counter. Then she went to one of the few things that wasn’t plastic, a coffee maker. Shredded beans sat in a can, and she used those to brew some coffee. She let one drop fall into her cup, a ball that took the shape of the inside. Then she took it and the muffin, and sat in the chair, eating and sipping at the table. This wasn’t much different from her mornings at home, or her new home at the habitat. It was nice there were little conveniences made just for them. It almost felt as if she were a normal person.
After breakfast, she went into the TV room, where a handheld phone was propped against the wall. She picked up the remote control, which fit easily in her hand. Another thing that had been made just for little people, so she didn’t have to wave her hands around the screen to watch something. She sat in the chair, which only the frame was plastic, but had actual padding, and crossed her legs to watch comfortably, and still naked. She spent her morning watching videos, getting the occasional message from her sister, or a friend, or her boyfriend. She did use voice commands to answer those, while still sipping on her coffee. She got up to use the bathroom, which was a replica toilet of plastic, but with a foot operated flap to open a hole which led to a tank underneath for waste collection. A big person could simply pull out a tray to dispose of her waste. She even had pipes for running water.
Back in her chair, the naked girl watched her shows and videos, until it was time for lunch. She got up, and went to the box, which had bread. Normal bread crumbs, pressed flat to resemble bread slices to them. And she opened the ice box, to find slices of meat. She made herself a sandwich, and ate at the table. Then she drank some water. Then it was to a chair in a different room, where she sat and read a book. Then she received a call from a friend, and talked to her for over an hour. The woman was surprised she was ‘back in town’ and suggested meeting up. Millie apologized and said she didn’t have time. She was only going to be here for two days, and tomorrow she was already busy. But it was a nice phone call. After that, she called a friend at the habitat, and caught up on the goings on there. Then she went back to watching videos. By the late afternoon, she’d had a nice and relaxing day.
When the family arrived back at home, she could hear the loud talk and thundering footsteps. Margery arrived with the kids, and shortly afterward her husband came home. They went about their usual activities, and she was left alone. When she was ready to interact with them, she’d send her sister a message, which she did after about an hour. She put some clothes on, and heard the slow rumbling of Margery approaching. She went out into the front porch, to see a pair of shoes there, and then a hand came down. She stepped off the porch, and onto the hand, to rise up to face level. Margery’s mouth curled into a toothy smile. Millie looked up past the nose to the eyes, which were focused down at her.
“How was my little sister’s day?” Margery asked, the hand rising from in front of the mouth before she spoke, to eye level. The big pupils showed her reflection like mirrors, surrounded by the intricate irises.
“My day was great,” she said, “It’s nice when I don’t have to work. I do miss my boyfriend, though.”
“I’m sure you do. Next time you visit, you should bring him. If he doesn’t mind the kids.”
“He won’t. Apparently his sister is like a grown kid, so he’d prefers the smaller ones.”
Margery chuckled, “Want to join me in the sitting room?”
“Yes,” Millie said, sitting down, and the hand lowered past the nose, mouth, chin and neck, past the fabric of the shirt, past the protruding breasts, and level to the woman’s stomach. The giant turned slowly, and walked carefully through the house, and Millie watched the walls go by. Once in the other room, she was set down on a table next to a chair, and Margery sat down, the cushion under her seemed to explode as the air was pushed out from her massive frame. Margery leaned over to her, resting arms on the arms of the chair, her face looming over Millie, who sat on the small cushion that had been set for her. The two women talked, Margery about her day, and Millie about what she’d watched that day. At one point, Margery sat up, reached her hand and plucked Millie up with her fingers. She sat back in the chair, and pushed her butt forward so her stomach was at an incline, and she set her sister on her shirt, over her stomach. Millie got comfortable on the fabric, and positioned herself so she wouldn’t slide. The size difference no longer seemed odd to either of them, as they acted as if everything was as it always had been. As unbelievable as it was, this was seeming to becoming normal.


Chapter Nine

Cain began the day hearing a thump on the side of the shoebox. He tiredly got up, and went out to find Flora’s face just outside the door. “Want breakfast?” she asked.
“I have some…” he started, but the hand appeared for him, and the finger wrapped around his midsection. He was lifted up, as the massive girl stood. She held him in front of her face, “Good morning.” Then she started walking, keeping her eyes on him and not where she was going.
They reached the kitchen, and he was set down on the table. After a few moments, Flora sat down, setting a bowl full of cereal in front of her, and a glass of milk. She dipped the spoon in and started eating. And talking. She picked up the conversation where it had left off the night before. He walked to the bowl, and bent to place his arms on the rim, leaning into it. He watched the hard cereal bits, now a pile, floating on the unseen milk below. He reached in and grabbed a few bits, munching as he listened to the giant red haired girl. The spoon dipped down with a crunch, and came up with a pile, and raised it far above his head. She stopped, and looked at him expectantly, and he realized she’d asked a question. He gave a vague answer, and that seemed to satisfy her.
When breakfast was over, she took him back to the room, and set him on the dresser. She pulled off her nightshirt, and tossed it on the floor. Now she was only wearing panties, and she stood next to the dresser, her roundish breasts protruding like giant balls, with stretched areolas half as wide as he was tall, which were pink and pointed at him like eyes. Her nipples were half the size of his head, poking out. “I think I’m going to take your advice,” she said. He wasn’t sure what it was regarding.
“Good, I’m glad,” he said, and she went onto another subject, as he tried not to look at the pointy flesh mounds in front of him, jiggling as she moved slightly. Finally, she moved away, and pulled off her bottoms, revealing bare butt. “I’m going to get in the shower,” she said, “do you want anything first?”
“You can let me down,” he said.
“Oh,” she said, then laughed, “Yeah, obviously.” Her hand reached and closed around him, smothering him. When it opened, he lay against her sharply inclined palm, and hopped out onto the ground at her feet. They lifted up and stepped away, doing the usual thumps. He hurried across the room, walking fast but not running, back to his shoebox. He didn’t look up as he walked. He’d seen too much already.
She tapped on the box later, fully dressed, and wished him a nice day. “Enjoy work,” he said jokingly.
“You know I won’t,” she responded sourly. Her lips made a pouting expression, and he laughed. Then she stood up and left the room, and then left the apartment. He was alone, finally. The rest of the day was spent relaxing, exploring the corners of the apartment, and watching videos. It wasn’t much different than what he usually did, except his friends and Millie weren’t here. But he understood that as lonely as it seemed, it was like that all the time for Flora. So he didn’t mind being here.
He was on the expansive cushion of the couch when Flora returned home. She noticed the TV on, and spotted the small shape in the middle of the cushion. She walked over and bent over him, her face shadowed directly above him, “I see you made yourself at home.”
“The remote was a walk to get to, but once I found something I liked I didn’t need to get up.”
“Watching multiple episodes of a show…I hope it wasn’t something I’d want to watch.”
“It’s not, it’s something you’d be bored of,” he said up to her. She accepted that answer.
“Well I hope you enjoyed the quiet, I’m having my friend Beatrice over tonight.”
“Should I stay out of sight?” he asked.
“What? No, of course not!” she said, “She knows I have a mini brother, and that you’re currently staying with me. We were thinking that the three of us can hang out.”
“As long as she doesn’t pick me up without my consent, or ogle me,” he said.
“She won’t,” Flora said, “She’ll be very respectful and courteous.”
“Good, it should be fun,” he said, and she smiled. She stood up, and stepped away with thumping steps.
Later, they shared a dinner, as he stood at the edge of the plate, with her towering self on the other side. The giant Flora was complaining about work, giving the usual issues. He nodded and listened. “Are you going to get anything?” she asked pointedly.
“I was going to wait until you were done,” he said, “You’re swinging that fork pretty wildly.”
“Just go and grab something, I’ll be careful,” she said. So he stepped onto the plate, and took slow steps on the porcelain. His bare feet mushed bits of food and drops of mush, which made it a slick surface. The girl had made quite a mess of the plate.
After he ate, she got up, and he stepped off, and the plate rose up and was whisked away. Her big hands grapped the things around him, the cup, utensils and a crumpled napkin. When she was done washing, she plucked him up with her fingers, and carried him to the next room.
Her friend arrived not long after. The pair greeted each other, and made their way to the living room, where Cain sat on the coffee table. The other girl was slightly pudgy, with long blonde hair. Beatrice bent down and looked at him in wonder. “Wow,” she breathed, “You really are tiny!”
“Yes,” he said, “And you’re really tall.” She smiled, then stood up straight. “He’s cute,” she said to Flora.
“I know, isn’t he?” Flora said, “I’d prefer him to a pet any day.” Beatrice giggled, as did Flora.
The women sat down on the couch, with the structure creaking and the cushions giving their usual explosion of air from their massive frames. Beatrice turned and leaned forward, peering at Cain.
“Can I pick you up?” she asked expectantly.
“You can,” he said, “Just be careful. I’m very breakable.” The roundish giant nodded.
“Yes, be very gentle,” Fiona said, “He’s very delicate.”
“I wouldn’t’ say delicate,” he said, “just easily broken. I’m not a flower.”
“Boys always seem to want to downplay how fragile they really are,” Fiona said in annoyance, “Even when they’re only three inches tall. He wants to seem tough, despite being the size of my thumb.”
“I’ll treat you with the same delicacy that I’d hope a huge person would treat me,” she said to him.
She reached out a hand, extending her thumb and forefinger. The finger slid around his back, and curled around his side, and the thumb pressed into his stomach. He was lifted up, and held in front of the girl’s face. She examined him, and he examined her irises. Then she lowered him, setting him on her lap, at the middle of the top of her nylon pants. He was standing on her public region, but pretended not to care. She looked down at him, her face past the bulging stomach and her large protruding breasts.
“Don’t get too attached,” Flora said, “He has a girlfriend.”
“Oh,” Beatrice said, still gazing at him, “Is she also a mini, or is she big?”
“She’s small as well,” He said up to her.
“A big person and a mini,” Flora said, amused, “Could you imagine? I don’t know how that would work.”
“I assume a lot of placing him in odd places,” Beatrice said, “There are a lot of orifices in a human body.”
“Well, his girlfriend is also a mini,” Flora said, “They both met while small. And he really seems to like her. I haven’t met her yet, but I’m sure she’s just as cute. Probably more, actually.”
“She is much more cute,” He said, “And very pretty.”
The girls giggled for some reason. Then Beatrice looked back down at him, “So do you like crawling into weird places and exploring? Like getting into the walls and stuff?”
“No,” he said, “That’s much too dangerous. We don’t go places that aren’t designed for humans. If we put a foot wrong, we could be trapped or fall, or have something fall on us.”
“I got a boring one,” Fiona lamented, “My brother doesn’t like taking risks or exploring.”
“You don’t look in mouse holes or anything?” Bianca asked, “Or climb on odd things?”
“I do climb the couch and chairs, and things with obvious handholds and footholds. But once we’re miniaturized, they’re very clear on things we shouldn’t do, and what is dangerous and what isn’t. Minis that don’t listen usually end up stuck somewhere, or smashed.”
“Or someone’s plaything,” Fiona added, “I’d love to have one as a pet. Except for the morality stuff..”
“That takes a lot of the fun out of it,” Bianca said, “Why shrink at all?”
“Not for the adventure,” he said, “They’re very clear on that too, before we even do it. It’s not meant to be an adventure or fun. That’s why so few end up doing it.”
“Interesting,” she said, “Well, you can climb on me if you want.”
Then their attention went away from him, as they talked about some subject that he paid no attention to. He took her up on her offer, and climbed the rolls of her stomach, and found a perch for him to sit on about halfway down from her breasts. The fat was squishy and comfortable, he found as he sat on it, and didn’t seem to bother her. She held herself still, so not to disturb him, as she and Fiona talked. Then she laid back, and he was able to recline. She glanced down at him every so often, smiling but not saying anything. It wasn’t long before the TV was on, and they were all quiet.
At one point, Fiona picked up the remote, and pressed a button. The screen froze. “I need to use the toilet,” she told her friend. Then looked down at Cain, still lying back on the inclined stomach.
“I need to take him too,” she said, reaching her hand out.
“What? No you don’t. I don’t need to see you…”
She paused, her hand hanging on mid-air a few inches away, “I’m not taking you in with me, silly. Surely you need to use the toilet too? Or would you rather wait until the last minute, and then have to do the long walk back to your special one? I won’t be carrying you then, so this is your last chance to use it.”
“Alright,” he said, pushing himself up. Bianca watched wordlessly, as Fiona slipped her two fingers around him, grasping him tightly, and pulled him off her stomach.
His feet hung down freely, over the carpet gliding by far below, as his sister carried him out of the room. Then she went into the bathroom, and set him down on the vanity. Then unlatched her pants.
“What are you doing?” he asked in alarm, “You said you weren’t actually going to being me in here!”
“I know, but…I don’t know her that well,” Fiona confessed, “And I’m worried she’ll grab you and leave with you. And then I‘ll never get you back, and you’ll be her plaything. You’re my plaything.”
“Well,” he said thoughtfully, “That is true. I thought you’d trust her if you brought her here.”
“I don’t really trust anyone I know with you, except our parents. Not even cousins, or my close friends.”
With that, she pushed her pants off, and they slid down her legs. Then she bent as she pushed her underwear down to her ankles, and sat on the seat of the bowl.
“I’m glad you’re so concerned for me,” he said, “But you could’ve just hid me somewhere out of sight.”
With that, he heard the gushing of water, and the echoing splashing in the inside of the bowl. She looked over at him, “Surely you’ve seen a woman pee before.”
“Not a giant one,” he said. “And I try to avoid being present for that. Ladies prefer privacy.
“I don’t” she said simply.
With that, she stood, and grabbed tissues to wipe herself with. Cain turned the other way. Then she stepped next to him, and washed her hands. She moved her wet hand to over his head, and he moved to avoid the dripping water, splattering at his feet. She laughed again. Then she dried her hands, and grasped him again. Then he was being carried back, and set down on the couch between the two giant girls. Fiona sat down next to him, as he felt the impact of her sitting. Then he climbed her pants leg, walked up her leg, and sat at her hip. The movie came back on, and the ordeal was forgotten.