This is a sequel to Raindrops (https://shrunken-women-board.com/phpBB3 ... f=9&t=4248)
Which is a sequel to Rain on the Windowsill (https://shrunken-women-board.com/phpBB3 ... f=9&t=4206)
Or if you prefer, here’s a recap of events thus far!
He reveals that he’s acquired a shrinking device and begins reducing her height against her will, making her gradually smaller and smaller throughout the night. It’s always been his fantasy to have a tiny woman to call his own, and he’s become so charmed with Lily that he wants to keep her, take care of her… and play with her. At first Lily tries to protest and escape him, but she quickly realizes how helpless she is in running, hiding or fighting him off. Not only can the shrinking device manipulate her size, but it can also track where she is so there really is no hope in getting away.
She is forced to cooperate for her own safety while Leo has his fun with her. He continues gradually making her smaller, experimenting with different ways of interacting with her and enjoying himself both in a playful and sexual manner. He is not excessively cruel but has little regard for her feelings as he’s too caught up in the excitement.
Lily does try to confront him during some downtime, and Leo reveals that he’s been planning this kind of thing for a while. He knew he wanted it to be with her after getting to know her, and he shrunk her non-consensually because he also knew she would never go along with his plan. He’s very confident that Lily will come to accept and even enjoy this new life with him, and when she protests at the notion, his response is essentially “suit yourself, I’ll be enjoying this either way.” Her spirit is almost broken that night but she is able to confirm to herself that no, she’s a person and she can’t give up on herself no matter how small she gets (which by the end of the night is microscopic).
After he has his fun, Leo brings her back up to three inches tall, which is how he plans to keep her the majority of the time. He has an intricate miniature house for her to live in with electricity, plumbing, etc, which he will be keeping on the desk in his room. She tries to talk to him again about how impossible it is that he wants her to be happy but plans on keeping her captive forever. He begins showing some early signs of shame and acknowledges how much of a horny jerk he’s been all night. But he reassures her that he can still give her everything she would need for a fulfilling life, down to eventually bringing her back to her full size from time to time once they can trust each other. Lily is flabbergasted by the whole thing but has little choice in the matter.
Thus begins their new life together. Leo does listen to Lily’s concerns and their early interactions are a series of compromises, though largely in Leo’s favor just by the nature of their power dynamics. He is enamored with her but still maintains control over her, and she is scared of him and hates her situation but slowly learns to live with it. Things continue to evolve over the following couple of months.
Over the course of “training sessions” where Leo tries to help Lily get accustomed to being at smaller sizes or in certain interactions, he catches glimpses of some of the trauma he’s caused. When they go back to her apartment to gather a few necessities, he sees her have a breakdown over recognizing all that she’s lost. He slowly learns to be kinder and more considerate, remaining playful but nevertheless working on his impulsiveness. He makes more of an effort to make sure her mental health is okay, including giving her a miniature computer to keep in touch with her friends (though he monitors all of it).
Meanwhile, Lily is forced to accept that she’s trapped. She tries to protest against some of the giant’s antics, especially in the early days, and though he doesn’t completely disregard her, at the end of the day he is the one in charge. She attempts to get someone’s attention while riding in Leo’s pocket and in response he makes her much smaller so that it’s impossible to notice her. She doesn’t want to give up on herself but it’s hard to stay hopeful and it’s exhausting to constantly obsess over escaping.
As Lily stops fighting against her new life so much and Leo learns to treat her better, the two begin to bond more and more. Lily is actually the first to initiate sexual interactions in an attempt to take control of something for once, and her giant partner in turn is much more considerate than he was that first night. She opens up to him more while becoming increasingly comfortable with her own small size. She worries about him when he gets sick and is won over by some of the sweet things he does for her. They spend enough time together that she feels genuine affection for him, despite her never quite forgetting that she’s being held captive against her will.
Eventually, Lily lets her guard down about her own sexual discovery (she was quite inexperienced before all this began). They have sex consensually and both enjoy it, although Lily is horrified with herself as she realizes she’s going too far with her kidnapper. She is conflicted and knows that she needs to have a serious talk with him now that they’ve become so close. She hopes that surely after everything they’ve been through, he wouldn’t be okay knowing how much she’s suffering with the fact that she’s being kept prisoner. She’s afraid to face it head on, though, and decides to give herself one week to put off the conversation and just fully enjoy her time with him.
During the following week, the couple reaches the point that Leo had been hoping for - the both of them happy together. He realizes that he loves her, not just as a shrunken woman to play with but as a person. It’s finally his dream come true. Although he has no idea that Lily is planning to have a very serious conversation with him soon…
I splash water on my face, trying to get my heart rate to settle down. He’s going to be home soon. I’m out of time. I have to face this.
I fidget with the dark strands of my hair before pushing them back and out of my face, staring at myself in the bathroom mirror. I’m distracted for a moment by a water droplet that had splashed up onto the glass. It’s about the size of a quarter to me but the surface tension is strong enough for the drop to stay firmly in place, not yet sliding down the mirror. Details like this are completely normal to me now. When did I get so used to being such a small fraction of my original height?
For a long time I stare at the green of my own irises, forcing myself to take long, slow breaths through my nose. I try to tell myself that I might very well be worrying for nothing. So much has changed in the past couple of months. Hell, even more has changed in the last couple of weeks. Maybe this talk that I’ve been building up in my head is going to go just fine. Still, I wish I felt a little more prepared. My mind is such a mess.
I pull myself away from the bathroom, stopping by the bedroom to give my little Winnie the Pooh phone charm plushie - which is almost half as big as I am - a quick, tight hug. This helps a little. I glance up at the clock, do some math and know he’ll be back at any second. This does not help at all.
Leaving Pooh behind on my bed, I step out onto the balcony, transitioning from my normal-sized house to the stadium-sized room beyond. I glance around, trying to give myself something to stare at, to ground myself. Looking at the distant carpet below still gives me some anxiety and stirs up painful memories so I quickly move on. I pause for a moment as I look at the window - I’d spent a couple of hours hanging out on that windowsill yesterday morning, enjoying the gentle warm breeze that came in while reading a book and my giant roommate did chores. That was nice.
I keep looking around, unsatisfied with any particular item. I’ve been through hell and heaven both in this apartment. It was here that I was first shrunken down against my will, betrayed by the person I was falling in love with. It was here that I had to get used to being mere inches tall at most, forced to learn how to live in this new world and discover all of the good and bad that came with it. And it was here that I spent so much time with the giant man who captured me. Who looked after me. Who cared about me. And who, despite all of my best efforts, I eventually started falling for again.
My eyes finally fall upon a shirt laying discarded on one end of his bed. I like that shirt. It’s really soft and the fabric is nice and airy, so its pocket is probably my favorite one to ride around in. And the blue is a particularly nice, calming color. I stare at it, imagining the texture of its threads beneath my fingers, the gentle vibrations of a nearby beating heart that’s larger than I am, the smell of cedarwood and fresh detergent and him...
God, I wish the past week didn’t have to end. I feel like I’d finally reached a point where I could say that I’m happy again. After so much fear, so much anger and so much hopelessness, I spent the last seven days letting go of absolutely everything. I wasn’t caring anymore that it was wrong of me to enjoy the time I spent with my captor. Instead we essentially acted like… a couple. A pretty happy one. I continued to face trials every day, still had moments of feeling frustrated with him, plenty of times when I was scared of something he’d do. But I’m able to bounce back so much faster than I used to, the good always outweighing the bad. And it certainly helped that he's seemed so happy too.
But it could only happen because I was in limbo. I made a promise to myself that was so tempting to break, but I know at my core that I have to keep it. The anxiety that I woke up with this morning only confirms how unsustainable the past week’s happiness has been. I have to talk to him. I have to advocate for myself if I ever hope to find long-term peace. I’m not entirely sure what I’m going to say to him today or what solution I’m looking for exactly. But it’s not fair to me that he’s still holding me prisoner. And it’s honestly not fair to him at this point that I’m hiding just how much I’m suffering over it. He wouldn’t want that… I know he wouldn't.
I’m broken out of my reverie by the sound of the front door opening in the distance. My stomach does a somersault and I’m momentarily stunned by the intensity of several emotions at once - nervousness and dread battling against relief and excitement to see him. He’s taking a frustratingly long time to put his things away after work, but finally I hear the thumping of his footsteps coming this way.
The bedroom door is already slightly open and easily pushed aside by Leo's massive form, as tall as a building but such a familiar sight to me now, and he's looking refreshed and happy to be home. Happy to see me.
I’m trying to tame the stupid butterflies in my stomach. I let a smile appear on my face as I call out to him, “Welcome back. Sounds like work was okay today?”
“Yes,” he says with a grin as he starts walking towards the dollhouse sitting on his desk, “Finally, we met all the deadlines this morning and the rest of the day was absolutely boring. It was glorious.”
He brings both hands down to the balcony, and I hop up onto his fingers, long and warm, so that he can lift me up to kiss my small frame and gently snuggle me against his cheek. I feel a pang of guilt at how good his touch feels after a day full of anxiety.
“Thoughts on dinner?” he asks as he pulls me away and I can look into the deep brown of his eyes.
“Is there still some quiche in the freezer?” I ask.
“Yeah, we can do that if you don’t mind waiting for it to defrost. Shall we?”
We go eat in the kitchen and a part of me is wondering if I’m actually able to go through with this. Every time the conversation lulls I’m telling myself, Come on. Bring it up. Now. But the anxiety flares up and the words get caught in my throat, and before I can pull myself together he brings something else up and I pounce on any excuse to avoid the subject.
“You still down for starting Mass Effect tonight?” Leo finally asks as he’s picking up the dishes. “We can continue your sci-fi education.”
“Ohh that’s right. Sure,” I answer, beating myself up internally at having reached the end of dinner and continuing to chicken out.
“Cool! Real quick before that, I need to change out the water tanks for the dollhouse while I'm thinking about it. Want to join me?”
Knowing the process takes a little while, I agree and he picks me up to bring me back to the bedroom. I sit on the desk, pulling my knees into my chest, forcing a smile despite feeling rather miserable, and he continues to chat with me as he messes with the pipes and the filters of the water tanks attached to the house, coming in and out of his bathroom to clean and refill everything. From the way he keeps glancing in my direction, I think he’s realizing that I’m distracted and seems to be debating internally on whether or not he should bring it up.
He takes a stab at what might have been bothering me. “Oh hey, I’m realizing we haven’t talked about your call with Violet at all. How were you feeling about it?”
I’d almost completely forgotten that I’d had a video call with my sister over lunch today. I’ve been so distracted and wasn’t fully there when I was chatting with her. She was doing most of the talking, though. Leo, who was listening in as usual to monitor me, might actually remember the conversation better than I do at this point.
“I’m glad things turned out okay with her boyfriend,” I say truthfully. “I’m happy they could work it out.” I pause for a moment and my mouth is suddenly moving again before I can properly think things through, “Did you catch that she mentioned coming to visit in a couple of weeks?”
I can tell by the look on the giant’s face that he had actually forgotten about this until just now. “Yeah…” he says, snapping together the last of the pipes and sitting back down in his chair. “I did. Sorry, hon. You did a good job deflecting it.”
This is it. It’s the segue I was needing. My heart rate starts picking up. I can’t back out of this now…
“I miss her,” I say slowly, “That part has been… really hard, man. Keeping so much from everyone. Especially my family. Lying all the time. I just… I feel like I’m going crazy.”
He tries a weak smile as a supportive gesture but looks genuinely sad. “I know, love. I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do to help? Other than the obvious?”
“Leo…” My ears feel hot, and my heart is thumping hard in my chest. I take a breath. Here we go. “Maybe we should talk about the obvious.”