by littlest-lily » Wed Jul 13, 2022 3:43 pm
Last one! Thanks again to anyone who read this~
Chapter 13
Before I can try to answer him, the giant's other hand comes into view overhead, becoming my sky before lowering on top of me. He's loosely clasping his hands together with me inside - I'm not in complete darkness but my vision is heavily obscured.
"No peeking!" the echoing voice teases.
And it's in this massive cave that I feel movement again as Leo begins lowering his hands. For a moment I try to mentally track where I'm going, but soon I realize there's no point, my sense of distance and scale are just way too out of whack.
"Can you make your way to the side of my hand? This way?" He tilts his palm slightly to illustrate the direction I should go (and it’s enough to make me fall over) before straightening his hand back out as he continues to lower it.
It’s difficult to traverse his palm in the dim light all while descending, and I’m still a ways away from the edge when the hand elevator comes to a jostling landing. Leo lifts his hand off and seems to notice this, commenting with a laugh, “You’re not even at the edge yet! That’s fine, I can wait. I want to see if you can climb down by yourself…”
It takes me another minute or so until the ground starts curving downwards towards the skin below. I take a second to look around, wondering if I can already tell where he’s putting me. I notice his looming face behind me, it looks like he put me not too far from it. Unless he’s trying to throw me off by bending a certain way?
Putting that aside for now, I survey the descent I have ahead of me. I opt to descend into the dip where his palm and pinkie join, thinking the extra lines and creases might offer me more handholds. For a little bit I scoot forward, holding myself upright and low to the ground as I make my way along the slope. But soon I have to turn around and put those rock climbing skills to use, utilizing the small grooves in his skin. The giant watches with fascination as the speck on his hand slowly makes its way down, scaling his skin like a cliff. It takes me another minute or two as I’m being cautious, but I’m finally able to touch down on the warm ground below.
The hand lifts away and disappears. I suddenly feel very vulnerable with nothing but skin stretching as far as I can see, apart from the giant’s looming head in the distance. Even here with such a wide open space it feels like I’m dealing with constant sound, subtle vibrations and shifting at almost every moment.
“So,” the giant says softly, his voice echoing, “Any guesses? Where are you, little one?”
“Um…” I look around again. Whatever I’m standing on seems to be sloping upwards. I venture a guess, “Your arm?”
A chuckle resounds across the valley. “I’m afraid that’s wrong. Wow, you really can’t tell? I can’t imagine what it all must look like to you. Here, I’ll show you a hint. See my finger over here?” Like a UFO, I see his hand float up to my right, and he extends a finger downwards, pointing at something that’s past the horizon. “Start making your way to it.”
I do so, scaling the slope of his body as I beeline for his hand. My mind is working, trying to get a grasp on the scale of everything - the more I think about it, the more I realize that this is too expansive to just be an arm. I start noticing that part of the non-stop stimulation around me involves a vibration that is actually quite regular. I try honing in on that feeling as I walk, noticing the pacing of the subtle earthquakes. Ba-bump. Ba-bump.
Oh. Duh, I think, and it’s at that moment that I’m high enough on the slope that I notice something in the distance. A discoloration at the top of the wide hill, coming to a peak. A massive nipple. I stop walking.
“Figure it out?” Leo chirps, noticing that I’ve stopped.
“Your chest,” I say immediately. And I’m looking around again, getting my bearings as I make out how his face connects, how distinct his heartbeat feels. Miraculously, it seems that at every size my brain is constantly adapting, constantly working to make sense of my surroundings and… get used to this.
“Ding ding,” says the giant with his grin in the distance. “And you are just so adorable crawling around down there. I want to see what you look like compared to my nipple… Although I have to say, you move really slowly at this size. I’m going to have to speed this up…”
I watch in horror as he lifts a hand up to his mouth… and licks the tip of his pinkie. My heart starts racing as I immediately realize what this means. He doesn’t have any more patience for my climbing. And I’m about to face yet another occasion where he might accidentally crush me.
Down it comes, like a hawk swooping down for its prey. My legs tremble as all I want to do is flee. I do stumble backwards a few paces as the finger nears, but I otherwise manage to hold my ground and brace myself.
The pinkie is decently smaller than the index, but it's still a mammoth structure. Leo places the length of it on his body so that he can slide the tip towards me. It's slowing down, but a slow moving train can still hurt. Much less a train that's sixty feet tall.
The digit slows to a stop right in front of me, and I glimpse the sheen of the saliva on its surface. In the background I notice Leo's expression as he squints with concentration, the tip of his tongue resting in the corner of his mouth. The wall of flesh suddenly surges forward, a miniscule movement for him but quite a different story for me, and the wind is knocked out of me as it makes contact, colliding into my too-small body. I'm knocked silly for a moment, though vaguely realizing I'm being lifted up.
"There we go! Stuck right on there."
Sure enough, as I come back to my senses I can feel the wetness of the saliva all down my front, the stickiness of the warm wall. My head is lolling back as the rest of me is stuck fast to his skin, and I find I’m gasping for breath. Battered, but alive.
Still feeling a bit dizzy and out of breath, I look around, being careful not to let my face touch the quickly drying wall and get adhered as well. The giant is transporting me up the hill of his chest, the pinkie hovering but keeping close to the ground. I stare in the direction of Leo’s giant face, and for a few moments I’m looking straight into his eyes, trying to connect and giving him a pleading look. But even though he’s staring straight back, we’re not making eye contact. I’m too small for him to make out that kind of detail from here. It’s humiliating… as if I didn’t feel insignificant enough.
“Much faster,” announces Leo and sure enough, if I crane my neck to look behind me I can see the nipple iceberg approaching. “Except now… hmm, how am I going to get you off? Can you get down, Lily?”
I see that he’s aiming the device at me and that I have an opportunity to speak. “Hold on,” I urge, “Let me think. You almost knocked me out cold when you hit me with your finger.”
“Such a delicate little thing,” the giant gushes, and I resent that there isn’t more worry in his voice.
I experiment for a moment, trying to pull my arm off of his finger. It’s difficult without any kind of leverage but I do manage to wriggle it free. I think it would take me a while to rip my whole body off though, no way would he be patient enough to wait. I look around at the landscape around and below me. Overall, Leo is not a very hairy person, and his chest is no exception. But I do notice that there are plenty of micro-hairs that dabble his skin, and every once in a while there’s a blonde hair that’s longer than the rest. I spot one that’s at about the right height but just out of reach. If I could only grab it…
“Still listening?” I ask the giant.
“I’m all ears. Figuratively,” he responds.
“I think I can grab onto a hair. Could you move me just a tiny bit towards your face? Wait, not–”
And like before, the smallest movement to him is a big lurch to me. I groan in frustration. But as luck would have it, I notice a different hair from what I was aiming is now within reach. Good enough. I stretch my free arm as far as it’ll go and wrap my fingers around the almost translucent wire-like hair. I pull as hard as I can and with a squelching sound I get my upper body free, my legs quickly following suit, and I finally fall off, landing in a heap.
“Hey, you did it! I’ll have to remember that trick for later. Now, up for a little hike?”
The giant pulls away his hand, and I get to my feet so that I take stock of this latest waypoint. I’m just on the edge of the areola, and the rough shape and scale of the area somehow reminds me of this past winter at the local park near where I live. It’s a very round plot of land, and during Christmastime they erect a massive 30ft Christmas tree right in the middle. I remember standing at the very bottom and feeling lightheaded staring up at the star on top. Who could have ever guessed that I would encounter a similar situation but with a giant nipple instead.
I take a second to feel out my limbs, noticing where the sore spots are on my body after the pinkie ride, and I stay mindful of them as I set out on my “hike.” The skin around his nipple is not quite pink, more like a light brown that gets darker as I head inwards. I’d never really taken notice of a man’s nipple before. This has been quite the intimate journey indeed.
The ground starts shaking as I walk and I hear a shuddering inhale echoing from the giant. I look up at him, wondering what’s happening, and see not only the familiar sight of arousal on his face, but also a bit of surprise.
“Wow. This is new for me,” says Leo thoughtfully, “I’ve never thought of this as a particularly sensitive spot. I was curious if the feel of your tiny body would make a difference… I guess it does… And just the sight of you down there…” He trails off for a moment, before adding with a bit more urgency. “Go on, climb to the top.”
I've almost reached the figurative Christmas tree, which in reality is more like a tall fleshy hill. The skin here is a little bumpier and intricate, providing plenty of foot and handholds. Here goes nothing.
I start climbing up the nipple, and seeing as how the rock walls I typically climb are taller than this, I'm relieved to find it a relatively easy task. Or I would if this damn giant could hold still. I make good use of the wrinkles in the skin, holding on through every little earthquake as Leo twitches and shifts to my touch. I can feel his heart rate quicken as his breathing gets more labored.
The sighs and moans fill me with a sense of dread. Like I've asked myself several times throughout the night, what happens next? What will my captor do once I reach the top? Am I marching towards my own doom?
I'm about to find out as the hill tapers off and I crouch on the very top of his nipple, still holding on to him just in case. I actually have a slightly better view of his body from up here, can look out across his chest and make out his other nipple on the opposite side. Then my attention is suddenly brought to his face as Leo starts laughing softly.
"Well, I certainly enjoyed that," he says with a sigh, "If only I could have you climb every bit of me… All in due time. I'm going to make you this size so many times, we'll both become experts on how to handle it." He's interrupted by his own body's pleasure as he winces audibly. "But I… I can hardly control myself right now… Okay, it's time to get back on my finger, love…"
I crouch deeper as I recoil from the sudden movement when the giant’s hand appears. He extends his index finger, sidling it up next to me like a ship coming into dock.
"Can you climb up on it, now that you're higher up?"
This ends up easier said than done. Leo’s trying not to bump into my perch and knock me off of it, but that also means I can’t quite reach his finger. Not to mention, in his aroused state there’s a slight tremble to his fingers that’s probably imperceptible to him but would make it harder for me to climb.
“Hold on. Your trick from earlier gives me an idea.”
I watch as the giant reaches his other hand up to his forehead and I frown, confused and figuring I probably just can’t see properly. Then Leo yanks a hair off of his head and brings it down in my direction, his hand rocketing over at a staggering speed. Thumb and forefinger stop just above where I’m at, dangling the single hair down to where I’m sitting.
“Grab on.”
I carefully get to my feet and step over to the blonde strand - it’s not quite as wide as his pubes were, more like a thick rope. I grab on with both hands and, worried he might yank my arms out of my sockets, wrap my legs around it too.
“Ready?” he asks.
“Y-yeah,” I respond, bracing myself.
Up I go, too fast as usual, but I keep a good grip. I squeeze my eyes shut as I swing through the air, but the trip is mercifully short as a couple of seconds later, I’m deposited onto his fingerpad with a crash.
“Perfect,” purrs the giant, “We’re getting good at this. Look at you… down at my favorite spot… Come on up here, little speck…”
I hold on tight to the finger, curling up so that I can bury my head into the ground. I’m so sick of going up and down. So tired of being handled so casually like this. God, when is this going to be over.
I wait, feeling like I’ll never get used to this kind of vertigo, and once the escalation finally stops, I slowly uncurl myself, peering up. Those massive chocolate eyes are gazing at me - maybe from here we actually are making eye contact. He’s holding me just a couple of inches from his face and I can see, hear, feel his arousal. His breath is quick with excitement.
“I can’t take this… you have to get smaller, Lily... I’m going to shrink you again on my fingertip. And this time…” He pauses, takes a shaky breath. “I looked it up before all this… I looked up what’s the smallest size the human eye can see. According to Google, that’s about a tenth of a millimeter.”
My body is both on fire and ice cold. I can’t move.
“Ten times smaller than this… So that I’ll just barely be able to see you… Look down at your own hand, love. Soon you’ll be smaller than that.”
And I do look down. Stare at my own hand resting on the ridged skin of his fingertip. It easily fits in the groove between two ridges.
“Fuck, this is so hot. Shrink for me, Lily. Shrink down…”
I don’t even see the device come into view this time. I’m frozen. The tingling hits and I just keep staring, falling, dizzy…
My vision clears and I come to my senses at the explosion of sound. I don’t even know how my eardrums haven’t burst by now. Maybe they have, as I no longer feel like I’m hearing anything. My body is shaking, vibrations overwhelming me so that I don’t even recognize the feeling as speech as first. But then I start making out words…
“Where… Oh god. I can’t… I think I see you… but I’m not even sure if that’s you…”
The sound is one thing, but my brain is now processing the visuals too. I don’t see the swirls of the giant’s fingerprints anymore. I realize I’m on a slanted surface and I figure it out without actually being able to see it. I’m inside his fingerprint. Just like my hand was moments ago, I’m sitting between two ridges. Not knowing what else to do, I try climbing up the side of the ditch. I’m now sitting at the top, staring across the massive expanse of trenches stretching in all directions.
The only other thing I make out is what’s above. Leo’s eye is now my entire sky.
“Hold on a sec,” the landscape thunders.
Above me is a confusion of movement, too blurry, too massive to figure out. I’m vaguely aware that I’m moving too, and I don’t even know if I’m detecting micro movements and the giant is trying to sit still, or if he’s actively moving me somewhere. It’s too much.
After a moment, I think I see the eye above me again. Something’s different this time, it looks incredibly warped, but I can’t quite figure it out. The vibrations are back, but not words this time. It’s the distinct sound of laughter.
“Yup. That is you. I’m having to look through a magnifying glass to make out your form.”
Just as I’m getting my bearings there’s more movement - he must have put the magnifying glass away again.
“We should be able to communicate still… Say something, Lily.”
I can’t.
“...Hello? Can you still make out what I’m saying?” he says after a pause.
“Barely,” I whisper.
The device miraculously picks up what I say. “Okay, good. Jesus, little speck. What the world must be like for you. It’s hard to even keep an eye on you. I could lose you so easily… I’m your world now, Lily… And I’m sorry, I don’t think I can take the time to let you get accustomed to this… I’m so hard… You’re just too tiny…”
There’s a pause, and I’m vaguely aware that the finger is moving again, although again I can’t quite figure out the speed at this point. But the eye is gone now, there’s just a confusing mass of whooshing blurry shapes above.
“I’m going to set you down on a notecard,” the giant’s voice announces. And before I know it, I’m no longer on the finger. I must be falling, but I can’t make sense of anythi-
WHAM. I’m on a different bumpy surface now. I have no idea how far I’ve fallen or how I’m alive. My whole body is just numb at this point. A moment later I make out a shape focusing into view, a building sized cylindrical… something… The building crashes into the ground in the distance and there’s an earthquake as the structure moves, making its way around my position. Before it lifts away, I think I’ve figured out that it’s a pencil.
“There. It’s so easy to lose track of you. Just stay in the circle.”
I don’t budge. It’s not like my legs are working anyway, and the circle must be hundreds of feet in diameter.
“Everything is just so much bigger than you are. You’re just barely there… Like a speck of dust… And still not small enough, Lily… You need to keep shrinking. Right now. Keep getting tinier. Shrink… shrink… shrink down…”
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And just like that. I watch as the girl I’ve fallen in love with over the past few weeks, the woman I’ve seen dwindle down throughout the night, down into a tiny dot on a page, just… vanishes from view. I’ve shrunk her juuust past the point of being able to see her. My dick swells at the sight. I’m so fucking close.
I grab the magnifying glass, pass it over the small circle I’ve drawn on the card. I see a shadow of a fleck… She’s still down there, invisible to me now without the magnification… I almost drop the shrinking device as I hurry to switch to tracking mode. I want to ask her one last time.
“Can you still understand what I’m saying, little one?”
I wait for a minute, fixating the screen of the device. Nothing. Something I hadn’t mentioned to Lily yet is the fact that the tracker can monitor her vitals as well. It’s one of the reasons I’m so confident that she’s proportionally more durable as she gets smaller. I can see in the corner of the screen that she’s physically fine. But the rest of the screen, where I can normally see what she’s saying, is blank.
“Lily?”
No response. Looks like she can’t make out my words anymore. What must that even be like? My dick swells again.
I lean forward from my sitting position on the bed. I gingerly pick up the notecard with both hands, lifting the paper and its precious cargo off the bed sheets, and gaze lovingly at the small circle. I want her on me. I want to be her everything right now. And I want her. Fucking. Smaller.
Judging by the drop she had from my finger to the notecard itself, I’m confident she can take this. I can feel the precum oozing out now and I grab on to my cock with one hand while still holding the notecard with the other. I start tilting the notecard, picturing her microscopic body tumbling off… Then I quickly use the tracker again to make sure.
Yes. There she is. Not only are her vitals fine, the laser is pointing right to the end of my dick, just safely out of the way above the piss slit. I can’t even feel her body, I think with a moan, and, just in case she actually can hear me, I say the rest out loud, “The tip of my dick is your entire world, Lily. And it’s about to get bigger.”
I don’t even need to aim the device as it’s locked on to her now, and I just hold the button down as I pump. “Shrink, Lily… Get tinier for me…”
I think back to when I first saw her today. The feeling of her lips against mine as we made out, the sight of her shrinking for the first time, becoming so delightfully short. Smaller…
I relive the feeling of her warm, doll-like body in my hands, her fighting me, her submitting to me, and I loved every bit of it. Smaller…
I shudder at the thought of her dwindling down as I held her, feeling her heart racing like a little mouse, my fingers completely dominating her like a toy. Smaller…
I remember her face as she fell under the inch tall mark, beautiful and overwhelmed and mine as she became nothing but a bug… I curl my toes as I recall how she felt between them, bite my lip as I can still taste her tiny body. Smaller…
I'm intoxicated by thoughts of her becoming nothing but a speck on my body, feeling her ridiculously tiny movements as it gives me goosebumps… Even as I lose sight of her when she goes beyond what humans can see, I know that she's down there, I know she will just keep shrinking as long as I keep holding on to this button…
I'm right at the edge, gasping out to her, “So pathetic… Just so fucking tiny... Completely microscopic… and getting smaller… and smaller… and—”
I throw my head back with an intense moan as cum erupts out of me, my mind blank, my muscles tensed, my entire body straining with intense pleasure as I release and become her everything.
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At this point… I feel like I’m just kind of floating in space. I can’t really hear anything, see anything, feel anything… At least, nothing that makes sense. Even time isn’t making sense anymore. How long since I heard his last words? How long since I was blinded by the red tracking laser? Am I… dead?
And then, after what feels like forever, I feel it rumbling through me. A voice?
“There you are.”
“Huh?” I whisper, dazed. I realize my eyes are closed, judging by how heavy my eyelids feel. I vaguely notice that I’m laying on my back.
“Hold on a sec… I’ll be able to hear you again in just a little bit…”
My eyes flutter open. I gaze up at the sky, at the strangely colored clouds that slowly form into vaguely human facial features.
“Hey there, sleepy head. Okay, you’re still less than an inch tall, but I don’t want you to fall off so I’m going to pick you up now…”
Everything is moving, shifting all around me. I feel pressure against my shoulders and I’m sliding now, getting dragged onto a new surface. The face in the sky becomes familiar. A massive monolith that’s looming over me. Although… maybe not quite as massive as the last time I saw it…
“There we go. Hang in there, love… Almost theeere, and… okay. Three inches.”
And just like that, everything stops moving. I can suddenly see a little better, think a little clearer. I try to lift myself up, propping up onto my elbows first, as I take a look around. Holy shit. I’m bigger again. A far cry from my normal size, but even at my tiny stature I’m feeling huge on Leo’s palm. I look up towards his face, realizing it doesn’t take up my entire sky anymore.
“Welcome back, Lily,” the giant says with a grin.
I could cry. I shouldn’t be happy to see him like this. But the relief of not being smaller than a speck of dust is so great that I can’t help but smile back.
“Is this… really…” I start, trailing off.
Leo takes a guess at what I’m saying. “It’s all done. For tonight at least. You’ve been such a trooper, and you’ve made me feel beyond amazing. You’re getting a well deserved break.”
I push myself up to sitting, glancing around at the giant fingers loosely curled around me, still taller than I am. The relief is still overwhelming, but it becomes a little dampened at the dawning knowledge that it’s not all over. It’s not like he grew me back to original size. It’s not like I’m about to go back to my normal life.
“So… what happens next?” I ask tentatively.
“Well, for starters, I wanted to show you your new home,” answers the giant, “When I was prepping for all this, I figured three inches tall would be a decent ‘home base,’ if you will. So I got something appropriately sized.” He pauses, cocks his head as he looks me over. “You okay if I stand up? You still look a little shaken.”
“Oh, do I? I can’t imagine why,” I respond, almost laughing at the absurdity of it all.
“Well, you feel okay enough to be sarcastic, at least. You’re going to have to tell me all about your little trip to the Quantum Realm or whatever. But judging by how you look right now, I’m guessing you don’t really feel like it quite yet.”
“You’d guess right.”
“Heh. Hold on, little one.”
As the giant stands up from his bed and I reflexively crouch to account for the extra movement, I look around the room, still so relieved to be able to see and hear and feel everything normally. Well, not normally… it’s weird how accustomed to this I’m getting.
Leo walks to his desk, lowering his hand to rest it on top so that I can get off. I do so, sliding off of his palm, and I feel comforted by the sturdiness of the wood under my feet. I notice the piece of paper that’s still lying on the desk, the drawing of me that’s a third of my current size.
“Hang tight for a second,” says the giant as he moves to a chest of drawers nearby and starts pulling together another outfit. Good. I’ve had enough oversized nudity for one day.
Once he’s tossed on some clothes, he then goes to pull a big cardboard box out from under the desk, sliding it out and opening it. I crane my neck to try and see what's inside, and it’s only once he carefully lifts out the contents that I see it.
A dollhouse. It’s two stories high and quite realistic; it looks more like a detailed miniature than a plastic toy. Even from my perch on the desk I can tell that I’m the perfect size for it… Leo really does look like a giant at the moment, easily handling what looks like an actual house.
He tenderly sets it down on top of the desk beside me, chirping “Home sweet home” and taking a seat at the desk. I look up at the house with a feeling of both awe and dread. A sobering depiction of what my future holds.
“Take a look,” says Leo as he pulls open the front door. “You can probably tell that this isn’t something I just bought at Target. It’s custom built to be much more functional than a normal dollhouse.”
As he speaks I go ahead and curiously walk to the door frame, peering inside. I’m initially wondering if this is just an actual house that was shrunken down, along with all of its furniture, until I start noticing a few telltale signs that this was built small to begin with - oversized screws and the like. The walls are mostly white, the furniture a mix of neutral colors. It’s not unlike the aesthetic of Leo’s apartment, actually.
“There’s electrical wiring so the lights and heating and stuff all actually work, I just need to plug it in. There’s even a plumbing system that uses this water tank in the back here, which has a sanitation chamber and everything.”
It’s pretty remarkable, and to me it might even be bigger than the house I grew up in. But… it’s not home. Even just looking into the house, I can see through a window and the view of giant shelves and art supplies is disconcerting.
“I figured you might want to take an actual shower,” the giant says with a slightly sheepish tone, and I glance down at myself and realize I’m a mess. “The main bedroom upstairs should be stocked with some extra clothes. But let me know if you need anything.”
As he speaks I see him through the window - he's fiddling with the house, unraveling the cord that's coming out of the back of it and plugging it into a nearby power strip. I take a deep breath and turn to step back out onto the desk. I look up at my captor, trying to muster a sense of resolve.
“Leo… we need to talk.”
The giant, now finished with the setup, looks down in my direction and then slowly sits back in the chair. His eyebrow is slightly raised, but he doesn’t look all too surprised. He leans back in his chair, nodding at me. “Sure thing.”
“You… you know I don’t want to be here.”
“I do. Not yet at least. I can’t exactly blame you.”
“Right. So I’ve gathered a few things.” I start counting on my fingers. “Number one. You plan on keeping me here. Presumably forever.”
Leo looks at me keenly. I don’t think he was expecting me to be this composed. But he answers, unruffled, “That’s right.”
“Two,” I continue, “You would rather I be happy.”
He nods, gaze softening. “Of course.”
“Three. I don’t think you’re an idiot. You know that after everything you did tonight, everything you’re saying you plan to do… that it’s impossible to have both. Even with all of the niceties you’re offering, you can’t expect me to just accept all of this, to forget my family, my friends, my career, my autonomy, my freedom? How exactly are you expecting for this to all play out?” I feel my voice begin to waver but continue resolutely, “Are you just hoping stockholm syndrome would eventually take care of it? Or what?”
He’s quiet for a few moments. I try to read his expression. For the first time since I’ve met him, I think I see… shame? I’ve definitely surprised him.
“Cutting right to the chase,” he says with a sigh. “Listen. I get that I’ve been a horny dickhead all night, and that it probably doesn’t help my case here. But believe it or not, I’ve been thinking through this for a long time. And I’m confident that I can make this work. You can still have all of those things you used to have.”
“What?” I ask with an exasperated laugh, “How?”
“I can give you all the resources you might need in miniature. A computer, a phone, internet access. It’s all possible. There are plenty of opportunities to work remotely. There are a million different ways to explain your absence to friends and family and still keep in touch. I’m happy to take you outside, to travel, to do anything you might want to do. That actually sounds really fun to me, it’s the type of stuff I’ve dreamed about. Hell, we could even get to the point of regularly returning you to normal size.”
I gawk at him.
“Now, obviously,” he continues, “I don’t want all my little secrets to get found out. There would need to be a certain level of trust between us, certain limits. It can’t all happen overnight. So. How about we do this… Think about all of the things you want. Every little thing that you’re worried about. A list of demands, if you will, anything that could make you happier or more comfortable or more fulfilled. And then tomorrow morning, we’ll talk about it. Point by point. I’ll listen to all of it. And we’ll figure out solutions. It probably won’t be perfect, and that’s okay. We can revisit stuff as time goes on.”
I continue to just stare at him. I’m starting to feel confused. He’s almost sounding reasonable right now… or he would be if he wasn’t a kidnapping criminal. But at the same time, what are my options here? Maybe I should at least be thankful that he shows some amount of care. Maybe it’ll lead to… something. I don’t know. I suddenly realize how very, very tired I feel.
Leo exhales sharply through his nose, a quiet laugh. The old spark in his eye has returned and he gently slides his hand behind me to touch my back. “At the very least,” he says softly, “Let’s call it for tonight, yeah? You look exhausted. I’ll give you your space. Just try to get some sleep, okay?” He leans in, and I’m too tired to pull away as he kisses me carefully on the top of the head. “Goodnight, love.”
And with that, my giant captor gives me one last smile before pulling his hand away, standing up… and walking out of his bedroom.
The emptiness around me is dizzying. I slowly turn and step into the dollhouse, not bothering to bathe or find a bedroom or anything. I walk to the first soft surface I find - the living room couch - and collapse onto it. It’s all just too much to process. I can’t do it anymore. All I know is, I’m alive. Battered, scared, lost, but still here. Somehow. Tomorrow is a new day.
And with the dull sound of rain quietly falling outside, I close my eyes and drift off into sleep.
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Aaand that's it! I do have a sequel that I plan to post that goes into Leo & Lily figuring out their new life together, and it veers much more into gentle/slice of life/slow burn territory while also dealing with the fallout and complications from this initial crazy night. This all started out as just a little passion project for me, but about halfway through I was getting attached enough to these characters that I really wanted to delve into them more and develop more of a story.
Anyway, if you enjoyed part one or are interested in part two, do let me know! :)
Last one! Thanks again to anyone who read this~
[b]Chapter 13[/b]
Before I can try to answer him, the giant's other hand comes into view overhead, becoming my sky before lowering on top of me. He's loosely clasping his hands together with me inside - I'm not in complete darkness but my vision is heavily obscured.
"No peeking!" the echoing voice teases.
And it's in this massive cave that I feel movement again as Leo begins lowering his hands. For a moment I try to mentally track where I'm going, but soon I realize there's no point, my sense of distance and scale are just way too out of whack.
"Can you make your way to the side of my hand? This way?" He tilts his palm slightly to illustrate the direction I should go (and it’s enough to make me fall over) before straightening his hand back out as he continues to lower it.
It’s difficult to traverse his palm in the dim light all while descending, and I’m still a ways away from the edge when the hand elevator comes to a jostling landing. Leo lifts his hand off and seems to notice this, commenting with a laugh, “You’re not even at the edge yet! That’s fine, I can wait. I want to see if you can climb down by yourself…”
It takes me another minute or so until the ground starts curving downwards towards the skin below. I take a second to look around, wondering if I can already tell where he’s putting me. I notice his looming face behind me, it looks like he put me not too far from it. Unless he’s trying to throw me off by bending a certain way?
Putting that aside for now, I survey the descent I have ahead of me. I opt to descend into the dip where his palm and pinkie join, thinking the extra lines and creases might offer me more handholds. For a little bit I scoot forward, holding myself upright and low to the ground as I make my way along the slope. But soon I have to turn around and put those rock climbing skills to use, utilizing the small grooves in his skin. The giant watches with fascination as the speck on his hand slowly makes its way down, scaling his skin like a cliff. It takes me another minute or two as I’m being cautious, but I’m finally able to touch down on the warm ground below.
The hand lifts away and disappears. I suddenly feel very vulnerable with nothing but skin stretching as far as I can see, apart from the giant’s looming head in the distance. Even here with such a wide open space it feels like I’m dealing with constant sound, subtle vibrations and shifting at almost every moment.
“So,” the giant says softly, his voice echoing, “Any guesses? Where are you, little one?”
“Um…” I look around again. Whatever I’m standing on seems to be sloping upwards. I venture a guess, “Your arm?”
A chuckle resounds across the valley. “I’m afraid that’s wrong. Wow, you really can’t tell? I can’t imagine what it all must look like to you. Here, I’ll show you a hint. See my finger over here?” Like a UFO, I see his hand float up to my right, and he extends a finger downwards, pointing at something that’s past the horizon. “Start making your way to it.”
I do so, scaling the slope of his body as I beeline for his hand. My mind is working, trying to get a grasp on the scale of everything - the more I think about it, the more I realize that this is too expansive to just be an arm. I start noticing that part of the non-stop stimulation around me involves a vibration that is actually quite regular. I try honing in on that feeling as I walk, noticing the pacing of the subtle earthquakes. Ba-bump. Ba-bump.
[i]Oh. Duh[/i], I think, and it’s at that moment that I’m high enough on the slope that I notice something in the distance. A discoloration at the top of the wide hill, coming to a peak. A massive nipple. I stop walking.
“Figure it out?” Leo chirps, noticing that I’ve stopped.
“Your chest,” I say immediately. And I’m looking around again, getting my bearings as I make out how his face connects, how distinct his heartbeat feels. Miraculously, it seems that at every size my brain is constantly adapting, constantly working to make sense of my surroundings and… get used to this.
“Ding ding,” says the giant with his grin in the distance. “And you are just so adorable crawling around down there. I want to see what you look like compared to my nipple… Although I have to say, you move [i]really[/i] slowly at this size. I’m going to have to speed this up…”
I watch in horror as he lifts a hand up to his mouth… and licks the tip of his pinkie. My heart starts racing as I immediately realize what this means. He doesn’t have any more patience for my climbing. And I’m about to face yet another occasion where he might accidentally crush me.
Down it comes, like a hawk swooping down for its prey. My legs tremble as all I want to do is flee. I do stumble backwards a few paces as the finger nears, but I otherwise manage to hold my ground and brace myself.
The pinkie is decently smaller than the index, but it's still a mammoth structure. Leo places the length of it on his body so that he can slide the tip towards me. It's slowing down, but a slow moving train can still hurt. Much less a train that's sixty feet tall.
The digit slows to a stop right in front of me, and I glimpse the sheen of the saliva on its surface. In the background I notice Leo's expression as he squints with concentration, the tip of his tongue resting in the corner of his mouth. The wall of flesh suddenly surges forward, a miniscule movement for him but quite a different story for me, and the wind is knocked out of me as it makes contact, colliding into my too-small body. I'm knocked silly for a moment, though vaguely realizing I'm being lifted up.
"There we go! Stuck right on there."
Sure enough, as I come back to my senses I can feel the wetness of the saliva all down my front, the stickiness of the warm wall. My head is lolling back as the rest of me is stuck fast to his skin, and I find I’m gasping for breath. Battered, but alive.
Still feeling a bit dizzy and out of breath, I look around, being careful not to let my face touch the quickly drying wall and get adhered as well. The giant is transporting me up the hill of his chest, the pinkie hovering but keeping close to the ground. I stare in the direction of Leo’s giant face, and for a few moments I’m looking straight into his eyes, trying to connect and giving him a pleading look. But even though he’s staring straight back, we’re not making eye contact. I’m too small for him to make out that kind of detail from here. It’s humiliating… as if I didn’t feel insignificant enough.
“Much faster,” announces Leo and sure enough, if I crane my neck to look behind me I can see the nipple iceberg approaching. “Except now… hmm, how am I going to get you off? Can you get down, Lily?”
I see that he’s aiming the device at me and that I have an opportunity to speak. “Hold on,” I urge, “Let me think. You almost knocked me out cold when you hit me with your finger.”
“Such a delicate little thing,” the giant gushes, and I resent that there isn’t more worry in his voice.
I experiment for a moment, trying to pull my arm off of his finger. It’s difficult without any kind of leverage but I do manage to wriggle it free. I think it would take me a while to rip my whole body off though, no way would he be patient enough to wait. I look around at the landscape around and below me. Overall, Leo is not a very hairy person, and his chest is no exception. But I do notice that there are plenty of micro-hairs that dabble his skin, and every once in a while there’s a blonde hair that’s longer than the rest. I spot one that’s at about the right height but just out of reach. If I could only grab it…
“Still listening?” I ask the giant.
“I’m all ears. Figuratively,” he responds.
“I think I can grab onto a hair. Could you move me just a tiny bit towards your face? Wait, not–”
And like before, the smallest movement to him is a big lurch to me. I groan in frustration. But as luck would have it, I notice a different hair from what I was aiming is now within reach. Good enough. I stretch my free arm as far as it’ll go and wrap my fingers around the almost translucent wire-like hair. I pull as hard as I can and with a squelching sound I get my upper body free, my legs quickly following suit, and I finally fall off, landing in a heap.
“Hey, you did it! I’ll have to remember that trick for later. Now, up for a little hike?”
The giant pulls away his hand, and I get to my feet so that I take stock of this latest waypoint. I’m just on the edge of the areola, and the rough shape and scale of the area somehow reminds me of this past winter at the local park near where I live. It’s a very round plot of land, and during Christmastime they erect a massive 30ft Christmas tree right in the middle. I remember standing at the very bottom and feeling lightheaded staring up at the star on top. Who could have ever guessed that I would encounter a similar situation but with a giant nipple instead.
I take a second to feel out my limbs, noticing where the sore spots are on my body after the pinkie ride, and I stay mindful of them as I set out on my “hike.” The skin around his nipple is not quite pink, more like a light brown that gets darker as I head inwards. I’d never really taken notice of a man’s nipple before. This has been quite the intimate journey indeed.
The ground starts shaking as I walk and I hear a shuddering inhale echoing from the giant. I look up at him, wondering what’s happening, and see not only the familiar sight of arousal on his face, but also a bit of surprise.
“Wow. This is new for me,” says Leo thoughtfully, “I’ve never thought of this as a particularly sensitive spot. I was curious if the feel of your tiny body would make a difference… I guess it does… And just the sight of you down there…” He trails off for a moment, before adding with a bit more urgency. “Go on, climb to the top.”
I've almost reached the figurative Christmas tree, which in reality is more like a tall fleshy hill. The skin here is a little bumpier and intricate, providing plenty of foot and handholds. Here goes nothing.
I start climbing up the nipple, and seeing as how the rock walls I typically climb are taller than this, I'm relieved to find it a relatively easy task. Or I would if this damn giant could hold still. I make good use of the wrinkles in the skin, holding on through every little earthquake as Leo twitches and shifts to my touch. I can feel his heart rate quicken as his breathing gets more labored.
The sighs and moans fill me with a sense of dread. Like I've asked myself several times throughout the night, what happens next? What will my captor do once I reach the top? Am I marching towards my own doom?
I'm about to find out as the hill tapers off and I crouch on the very top of his nipple, still holding on to him just in case. I actually have a slightly better view of his body from up here, can look out across his chest and make out his other nipple on the opposite side. Then my attention is suddenly brought to his face as Leo starts laughing softly.
"Well, I certainly enjoyed that," he says with a sigh, "If only I could have you climb every bit of me… All in due time. I'm going to make you this size so many times, we'll both become experts on how to handle it." He's interrupted by his own body's pleasure as he winces audibly. "But I… I can hardly control myself right now… Okay, it's time to get back on my finger, love…"
I crouch deeper as I recoil from the sudden movement when the giant’s hand appears. He extends his index finger, sidling it up next to me like a ship coming into dock.
"Can you climb up on it, now that you're higher up?"
This ends up easier said than done. Leo’s trying not to bump into my perch and knock me off of it, but that also means I can’t quite reach his finger. Not to mention, in his aroused state there’s a slight tremble to his fingers that’s probably imperceptible to him but would make it harder for me to climb.
“Hold on. Your trick from earlier gives me an idea.”
I watch as the giant reaches his other hand up to his forehead and I frown, confused and figuring I probably just can’t see properly. Then Leo yanks a hair off of his head and brings it down in my direction, his hand rocketing over at a staggering speed. Thumb and forefinger stop just above where I’m at, dangling the single hair down to where I’m sitting.
“Grab on.”
I carefully get to my feet and step over to the blonde strand - it’s not quite as wide as his pubes were, more like a thick rope. I grab on with both hands and, worried he might yank my arms out of my sockets, wrap my legs around it too.
“Ready?” he asks.
“Y-yeah,” I respond, bracing myself.
Up I go, too fast as usual, but I keep a good grip. I squeeze my eyes shut as I swing through the air, but the trip is mercifully short as a couple of seconds later, I’m deposited onto his fingerpad with a crash.
“Perfect,” purrs the giant, “We’re getting good at this. Look at you… down at my favorite spot… Come on up here, little speck…”
I hold on tight to the finger, curling up so that I can bury my head into the ground. I’m so sick of going up and down. So tired of being handled so casually like this. God, when is this going to be over.
I wait, feeling like I’ll never get used to this kind of vertigo, and once the escalation finally stops, I slowly uncurl myself, peering up. Those massive chocolate eyes are gazing at me - maybe from here we actually are making eye contact. He’s holding me just a couple of inches from his face and I can see, hear, feel his arousal. His breath is quick with excitement.
“I can’t take this… you have to get smaller, Lily... I’m going to shrink you again on my fingertip. And this time…” He pauses, takes a shaky breath. “I looked it up before all this… I looked up what’s the smallest size the human eye can see. According to Google, that’s about a tenth of a millimeter.”
My body is both on fire and ice cold. I can’t move.
“Ten times smaller than this… So that I’ll just barely be able to see you… Look down at your own hand, love. Soon you’ll be smaller than that.”
And I do look down. Stare at my own hand resting on the ridged skin of his fingertip. It easily fits in the groove between two ridges.
“Fuck, this is so hot. Shrink for me, Lily. Shrink down…”
I don’t even see the device come into view this time. I’m frozen. The tingling hits and I just keep staring, falling, dizzy…
My vision clears and I come to my senses at the explosion of sound. I don’t even know how my eardrums haven’t burst by now. Maybe they have, as I no longer feel like I’m hearing anything. My body is shaking, vibrations overwhelming me so that I don’t even recognize the feeling as speech as first. But then I start making out words…
“Where… Oh god. I can’t… I think I see you… but I’m not even sure if that’s you…”
The sound is one thing, but my brain is now processing the visuals too. I don’t see the swirls of the giant’s fingerprints anymore. I realize I’m on a slanted surface and I figure it out without actually being able to see it. I’m [i]inside[/i] his fingerprint. Just like my hand was moments ago, I’m sitting between two ridges. Not knowing what else to do, I try climbing up the side of the ditch. I’m now sitting at the top, staring across the massive expanse of trenches stretching in all directions.
The only other thing I make out is what’s above. Leo’s eye is now my entire sky.
“Hold on a sec,” the landscape thunders.
Above me is a confusion of movement, too blurry, too massive to figure out. I’m vaguely aware that I’m moving too, and I don’t even know if I’m detecting micro movements and the giant is trying to sit still, or if he’s actively moving me somewhere. It’s too much.
After a moment, I think I see the eye above me again. Something’s different this time, it looks incredibly warped, but I can’t quite figure it out. The vibrations are back, but not words this time. It’s the distinct sound of laughter.
“Yup. That [i]is[/i] you. I’m having to look through a magnifying glass to make out your form.”
Just as I’m getting my bearings there’s more movement - he must have put the magnifying glass away again.
“We should be able to communicate still… Say something, Lily.”
I can’t.
“...Hello? Can you still make out what I’m saying?” he says after a pause.
“Barely,” I whisper.
The device miraculously picks up what I say. “Okay, good. Jesus, little speck. What the world must be like for you. It’s hard to even keep an eye on you. I could lose you so easily… I’m your world now, Lily… And I’m sorry, I don’t think I can take the time to let you get accustomed to this… I’m so hard… You’re just too tiny…”
There’s a pause, and I’m vaguely aware that the finger is moving again, although again I can’t quite figure out the speed at this point. But the eye is gone now, there’s just a confusing mass of whooshing blurry shapes above.
“I’m going to set you down on a notecard,” the giant’s voice announces. And before I know it, I’m no longer on the finger. I must be falling, but I can’t make sense of anythi-
WHAM. I’m on a different bumpy surface now. I have no idea how far I’ve fallen or how I’m alive. My whole body is just numb at this point. A moment later I make out a shape focusing into view, a building sized cylindrical… something… The building crashes into the ground in the distance and there’s an earthquake as the structure moves, making its way around my position. Before it lifts away, I think I’ve figured out that it’s a pencil.
“There. It’s so easy to lose track of you. Just stay in the circle.”
I don’t budge. It’s not like my legs are working anyway, and the circle must be hundreds of feet in diameter.
“Everything is just so much bigger than you are. You’re just barely there… Like a speck of dust… And still not small enough, Lily… You need to keep shrinking. Right now. Keep getting tinier. Shrink… shrink… shrink down…”
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And just like that. I watch as the girl I’ve fallen in love with over the past few weeks, the woman I’ve seen dwindle down throughout the night, down into a tiny dot on a page, just… vanishes from view. I’ve shrunk her juuust past the point of being able to see her. My dick swells at the sight. I’m so fucking close.
I grab the magnifying glass, pass it over the small circle I’ve drawn on the card. I see a shadow of a fleck… She’s still down there, invisible to me now without the magnification… I almost drop the shrinking device as I hurry to switch to tracking mode. I want to ask her one last time.
“Can you still understand what I’m saying, little one?”
I wait for a minute, fixating the screen of the device. Nothing. Something I hadn’t mentioned to Lily yet is the fact that the tracker can monitor her vitals as well. It’s one of the reasons I’m so confident that she’s proportionally more durable as she gets smaller. I can see in the corner of the screen that she’s physically fine. But the rest of the screen, where I can normally see what she’s saying, is blank.
“Lily?”
No response. Looks like she can’t make out my words anymore. What must that even be like? My dick swells again.
I lean forward from my sitting position on the bed. I gingerly pick up the notecard with both hands, lifting the paper and its precious cargo off the bed sheets, and gaze lovingly at the small circle. I want her on me. I want to be her everything right now. And I want her. Fucking. Smaller.
Judging by the drop she had from my finger to the notecard itself, I’m confident she can take this. I can feel the precum oozing out now and I grab on to my cock with one hand while still holding the notecard with the other. I start tilting the notecard, picturing her microscopic body tumbling off… Then I quickly use the tracker again to make sure.
Yes. There she is. Not only are her vitals fine, the laser is pointing right to the end of my dick, just safely out of the way above the piss slit. [i]I can’t even feel her body[/i], I think with a moan, and, just in case she actually can hear me, I say the rest out loud, “The tip of my dick is your entire world, Lily. And it’s about to get bigger.”
I don’t even need to aim the device as it’s locked on to her now, and I just hold the button down as I pump. “Shrink, Lily… Get tinier for me…”
I think back to when I first saw her today. The feeling of her lips against mine as we made out, the sight of her shrinking for the first time, becoming so delightfully short. Smaller…
I relive the feeling of her warm, doll-like body in my hands, her fighting me, her submitting to me, and I loved every bit of it. Smaller…
I shudder at the thought of her dwindling down as I held her, feeling her heart racing like a little mouse, my fingers completely dominating her like a toy. Smaller…
I remember her face as she fell under the inch tall mark, beautiful and overwhelmed and [i]mine[/i] as she became nothing but a bug… I curl my toes as I recall how she felt between them, bite my lip as I can still taste her tiny body. Smaller…
I'm intoxicated by thoughts of her becoming nothing but a speck on my body, feeling her ridiculously tiny movements as it gives me goosebumps… Even as I lose sight of her when she goes beyond what humans can see, I know that she's down there, I know she will just keep shrinking as long as I keep holding on to this button…
I'm right at the edge, gasping out to her, “So pathetic… Just so fucking tiny... Completely microscopic… and getting smaller… and smaller… and—”
I throw my head back with an intense moan as cum erupts out of me, my mind blank, my muscles tensed, my entire body straining with intense pleasure as I release and become her everything.
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At this point… I feel like I’m just kind of floating in space. I can’t really hear anything, see anything, feel anything… At least, nothing that makes sense. Even time isn’t making sense anymore. How long since I heard his last words? How long since I was blinded by the red tracking laser? Am I… dead?
And then, after what feels like forever, I feel it rumbling through me. A voice?
“There you are.”
“Huh?” I whisper, dazed. I realize my eyes are closed, judging by how heavy my eyelids feel. I vaguely notice that I’m laying on my back.
“Hold on a sec… I’ll be able to hear you again in just a little bit…”
My eyes flutter open. I gaze up at the sky, at the strangely colored clouds that slowly form into vaguely human facial features.
“Hey there, sleepy head. Okay, you’re still less than an inch tall, but I don’t want you to fall off so I’m going to pick you up now…”
Everything is moving, shifting all around me. I feel pressure against my shoulders and I’m sliding now, getting dragged onto a new surface. The face in the sky becomes familiar. A massive monolith that’s looming over me. Although… maybe not quite as massive as the last time I saw it…
“There we go. Hang in there, love… Almost theeere, and… okay. Three inches.”
And just like that, everything stops moving. I can suddenly see a little better, think a little clearer. I try to lift myself up, propping up onto my elbows first, as I take a look around. Holy shit. I’m bigger again. A far cry from my normal size, but even at my tiny stature I’m feeling huge on Leo’s palm. I look up towards his face, realizing it doesn’t take up my entire sky anymore.
“Welcome back, Lily,” the giant says with a grin.
I could cry. I shouldn’t be happy to see him like this. But the relief of not being smaller than a speck of dust is so great that I can’t help but smile back.
“Is this… really…” I start, trailing off.
Leo takes a guess at what I’m saying. “It’s all done. For tonight at least. You’ve been such a trooper, and you’ve made me feel beyond amazing. You’re getting a well deserved break.”
I push myself up to sitting, glancing around at the giant fingers loosely curled around me, still taller than I am. The relief is still overwhelming, but it becomes a little dampened at the dawning knowledge that it’s not [i]all[/i] over. It’s not like he grew me back to original size. It’s not like I’m about to go back to my normal life.
“So… what happens next?” I ask tentatively.
“Well, for starters, I wanted to show you your new home,” answers the giant, “When I was prepping for all this, I figured three inches tall would be a decent ‘home base,’ if you will. So I got something appropriately sized.” He pauses, cocks his head as he looks me over. “You okay if I stand up? You still look a little shaken.”
“Oh, do I? I can’t imagine why,” I respond, almost laughing at the absurdity of it all.
“Well, you feel okay enough to be sarcastic, at least. You’re going to have to tell me all about your little trip to the Quantum Realm or whatever. But judging by how you look right now, I’m guessing you don’t really feel like it quite yet.”
“You’d guess right.”
“Heh. Hold on, little one.”
As the giant stands up from his bed and I reflexively crouch to account for the extra movement, I look around the room, still so relieved to be able to see and hear and feel everything normally. Well, not normally… it’s weird how accustomed to this I’m getting.
Leo walks to his desk, lowering his hand to rest it on top so that I can get off. I do so, sliding off of his palm, and I feel comforted by the sturdiness of the wood under my feet. I notice the piece of paper that’s still lying on the desk, the drawing of me that’s a third of my current size.
“Hang tight for a second,” says the giant as he moves to a chest of drawers nearby and starts pulling together another outfit. Good. I’ve had enough oversized nudity for one day.
Once he’s tossed on some clothes, he then goes to pull a big cardboard box out from under the desk, sliding it out and opening it. I crane my neck to try and see what's inside, and it’s only once he carefully lifts out the contents that I see it.
A dollhouse. It’s two stories high and quite realistic; it looks more like a detailed miniature than a plastic toy. Even from my perch on the desk I can tell that I’m the perfect size for it… Leo really does look like a giant at the moment, easily handling what looks like an actual house.
He tenderly sets it down on top of the desk beside me, chirping “Home sweet home” and taking a seat at the desk. I look up at the house with a feeling of both awe and dread. A sobering depiction of what my future holds.
“Take a look,” says Leo as he pulls open the front door. “You can probably tell that this isn’t something I just bought at Target. It’s custom built to be much more functional than a normal dollhouse.”
As he speaks I go ahead and curiously walk to the door frame, peering inside. I’m initially wondering if this is just an actual house that was shrunken down, along with all of its furniture, until I start noticing a few telltale signs that this was built small to begin with - oversized screws and the like. The walls are mostly white, the furniture a mix of neutral colors. It’s not unlike the aesthetic of Leo’s apartment, actually.
“There’s electrical wiring so the lights and heating and stuff all actually work, I just need to plug it in. There’s even a plumbing system that uses this water tank in the back here, which has a sanitation chamber and everything.”
It’s pretty remarkable, and to me it might even be bigger than the house I grew up in. But… it’s not home. Even just looking into the house, I can see through a window and the view of giant shelves and art supplies is disconcerting.
“I figured you might want to take an actual shower,” the giant says with a slightly sheepish tone, and I glance down at myself and realize I’m a mess. “The main bedroom upstairs should be stocked with some extra clothes. But let me know if you need anything.”
As he speaks I see him through the window - he's fiddling with the house, unraveling the cord that's coming out of the back of it and plugging it into a nearby power strip. I take a deep breath and turn to step back out onto the desk. I look up at my captor, trying to muster a sense of resolve.
“Leo… we need to talk.”
The giant, now finished with the setup, looks down in my direction and then slowly sits back in the chair. His eyebrow is slightly raised, but he doesn’t look all too surprised. He leans back in his chair, nodding at me. “Sure thing.”
“You… you know I don’t want to be here.”
“I do. Not yet at least. I can’t exactly blame you.”
“Right. So I’ve gathered a few things.” I start counting on my fingers. “Number one. You plan on keeping me here. Presumably forever.”
Leo looks at me keenly. I don’t think he was expecting me to be this composed. But he answers, unruffled, “That’s right.”
“Two,” I continue, “You would rather I be happy.”
He nods, gaze softening. “Of course.”
“Three. I don’t think you’re an idiot. You know that after everything you did tonight, everything you’re saying you plan to do… that it’s impossible to have both. Even with all of the niceties you’re offering, you can’t expect me to just accept all of this, to forget my family, my friends, my career, my autonomy, my freedom? How exactly are you expecting for this to all play out?” I feel my voice begin to waver but continue resolutely, “Are you just hoping stockholm syndrome would eventually take care of it? Or what?”
He’s quiet for a few moments. I try to read his expression. For the first time since I’ve met him, I think I see… shame? I’ve definitely surprised him.
“Cutting right to the chase,” he says with a sigh. “Listen. I get that I’ve been a horny dickhead all night, and that it probably doesn’t help my case here. But believe it or not, I’ve been thinking through this for a long time. And I’m confident that I can make this work. You can still have all of those things you used to have.”
“What?” I ask with an exasperated laugh, “How?”
“I can give you all the resources you might need in miniature. A computer, a phone, internet access. It’s all possible. There are plenty of opportunities to work remotely. There are a million different ways to explain your absence to friends and family and still keep in touch. I’m happy to take you outside, to travel, to do anything you might want to do. That actually sounds really fun to me, it’s the type of stuff I’ve dreamed about. Hell, we could even get to the point of regularly returning you to normal size.”
I gawk at him.
“Now, obviously,” he continues, “I don’t want all my little secrets to get found out. There would need to be a certain level of trust between us, certain limits. It can’t all happen overnight. So. How about we do this… Think about all of the things you want. Every little thing that you’re worried about. A list of demands, if you will, anything that could make you happier or more comfortable or more fulfilled. And then tomorrow morning, we’ll talk about it. Point by point. I’ll listen to all of it. And we’ll figure out solutions. It probably won’t be perfect, and that’s okay. We can revisit stuff as time goes on.”
I continue to just stare at him. I’m starting to feel confused. He’s almost sounding reasonable right now… or he would be if he wasn’t a kidnapping criminal. But at the same time, what are my options here? Maybe I should at least be thankful that he shows [i]some[/i] amount of care. Maybe it’ll lead to… something. I don’t know. I suddenly realize how very, very tired I feel.
Leo exhales sharply through his nose, a quiet laugh. The old spark in his eye has returned and he gently slides his hand behind me to touch my back. “At the very least,” he says softly, “Let’s call it for tonight, yeah? You look exhausted. I’ll give you your space. Just try to get some sleep, okay?” He leans in, and I’m too tired to pull away as he kisses me carefully on the top of the head. “Goodnight, love.”
And with that, my giant captor gives me one last smile before pulling his hand away, standing up… and walking out of his bedroom.
The emptiness around me is dizzying. I slowly turn and step into the dollhouse, not bothering to bathe or find a bedroom or anything. I walk to the first soft surface I find - the living room couch - and collapse onto it. It’s all just too much to process. I can’t do it anymore. All I know is, I’m alive. Battered, scared, lost, but still here. Somehow. Tomorrow is a new day.
And with the dull sound of rain quietly falling outside, I close my eyes and drift off into sleep.
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Aaand that's it! I do have a sequel that I plan to post that goes into Leo & Lily figuring out their new life together, and it veers much more into gentle/slice of life/slow burn territory while also dealing with the fallout and complications from this initial crazy night. This all started out as just a little passion project for me, but about halfway through I was getting attached enough to these characters that I really wanted to delve into them more and develop more of a story.
Anyway, if you enjoyed part one or are interested in part two, do let me know! :)