Recently I've been on a really strong kick for tiny women and giant guys. I so often write and read about gay dudes or giant women that this is really refreshing! I feels like it's the least common dynamic in this community.
So I'm curious if any of you have some good story suggestions to scratch that itch. Even better if they're really underrated and not well-known!
This part takes place literal minutes before the first one, but I really wanted to show off how exactly she shrunk.
“C'mon, man.” I say to myself outside of Keyan's door. I already rang the doorbell and texted him that I made it here; but I haven't heard any response yet. I really shouldn’t be surprised by him acting this way. The sun's shining brightly and the blinds are closed, so I can’t even see any movement through the window. “Damn.” I suddenly hear movement behind the door and I quickly return to my place in front of it. I take a deep breath, ready to see him. The door swings open and I'm greeted by Keyan's tall frame. His build surprises me for a moment. He’s clearly been working out.
“Hey-hey!” He exclaims, eyes widening. I'm about to reply but he launches into a tight hug, gripping onto me awfully tight.
“Woah, easy there, man!” I give his back a couple of light pats and he lets go.
“You have no idea how good it is to see you again!” He stares at my outfit for a moment, “Anyways, come on in!”
“Don't mind if I do!” I grin. He steps aside and beckons me in. I drop my purse down next to the couch and inspect the living-room. I remember this place back when we were young. Keyan would be playing in front of the TV, acting out some elaborate scenario with his dolls. I remember he'd always end up breaking them, usually on purpose; something his parents always got on his case for. The sweet memory starts to sour but I'm quickly brought back to the present as Keyan waves me over to the couch. He brought out two drinks from the fridge, a root beer and orange soda in wine glasses. He holds the orange soda up to me and I grab it, raising my eyebrow as I inspect the container. Hey, at least he remembered my favorite drink from that time! In a wine glass, though?
“Run out of cups?” I tease.
“Hey,” He puts one hand on his chest and the other raised high, “I thought it would be cool!” I playfully scoff at him and take a short drink from the glass. Pretty good. “Woah, you just gonna accept a drink from someone out of the blue!?” He asks, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Dude, I don’t think I have to worry about getting roofied by you of all people.” He pauses for a moment to mouth the word ‘roofied’. It takes him a second but I can practically see the lightbuild go off over his head once he realizes what the word means.
“Ah, hehe. Fair enough, but you’d make an awful horror protagonist.”
I laugh and sit down on the opposite cushion, causing Keyan to scoot a bit closer. I guess he really missed my company. We talk about what our lives have been like in these past few months. I learn he finally got a job: working the front desk at a gym. It’s a good fit for him; he always liked staying active and this gives him free reign over the equipment. I joke that I could use a physical trainer soon enough and he seems absolutely floored by the suggestion. Of course he starts babbling on and on about whatever interest he has at the moment I can’t help but smile as I try to follow along. I’ve always thought he was cute and funny, but something about him now has really begun to endear me! I haven’t had much-if any-real luck with dating. Maybe I really could try to give this a shot-
“Mph.” A weird pang suddenly shot from my chest and sides, forcing a bit of breath out of my lungs. Keyan immediately takes notice and stops talking, inspecting me. My mouth goes dry like it can’t form any more saliva and a sudden sense of vertigo overtakes me. A couple involuntary hiccups make their way out of me, causing Keyan to lean closer.
“You alright?” Out of nowhere he puts the back of his hand on my forehead, “You’re pretty hot.”
“I-I don’t know, I think I-” I go to stand up but my legs suddenly give out and I fall sideways, grabbing onto the armrest with my hand. A tense pain starts building up in all of my joints and I lose control of the rest of my muscles; my face falling into the cushion. Tears start soaking into the fabric on their own. Oh my god. Oh fuck. This is it. Is this what dying feels like? My mind races with all of the things that could have possibly caused this. I haven't had soda in months, is that really it? No fucking way. I’m so caught up in my line of thinking it takes me a second to realize Keyan is picking me up. Not like I can feel anything anyway. My head rolls back on its own to greet the area just beyond his bicep. “Don’t worry, I got you.” He whispers, holding me like a bride. He’s… no, no why is he taking me upstairs? I try to scream out to him. Keyan, take me out!
No, I’m sure there’s a reason! He would never let me get in harm’s way. We’ve had each-other’s back more times than I can count at this point. He’s barely reacting though, just looking down at my face a couple times. I realize we entered his room when the pain turns into a tightness across my body and I hear a panicked “Shoot!” as I fall down from his arms. A sense of touch begins to return as I feel my head laying on the laminate desk. Is it finally ending? A faint croak escapes my lips and the corners of my vision start to blur until it goes black. For a moment I’m in utter peace. I feel like I’m in bed, stuck in the euphoria of waking up early and realizing you aren’t needed for anything, prompting you to drift back to sleep. If this is what the afterlife is, I could comfortably spend the rest of eternity here.
Yet I can hear my name in the distance. Angela. It belongs to Keyan. Of course, out of everyone to wake me from Heaven, it would be him. Even in this realm of unconsciousness I smile at the thought of seeing him when I wake up. I open my eyes half-expecting to see the two of us in a hospital room, but no, I’m staring up at his ceiling. I sit up with a groan but what I’m greeted with turns my blood turns cold.
This can’t… what?
His chest is behind the fake wooden surface I’m laying on and I look up to see Keyan, widely smiling down at me. “Hey! You made it! Y’know, I was actually worried there for a sec. I wanted to lay you on my bed-” I jump up as fast as I can and look around, pacing in every direction as panic begins to consume me, my feet pattering loudly on this new floor. I look back at him, his face turning to worry. “Woah, easy. You’re okay.” I can barely pay attention to him as my eyes dart around wildly. The PC tower on the other side of the desk looms over me like a monolith and the ceiling feels farther away than the sky. I’m small. He’s huge. My heart starts pounding in my body and my breath follows suit with the rhythm. Keyan raises his voice, bringing his gigantic hand close to me; something that just barely covered my forehead now dwarfing my entire body.
“Angela!”
“ANGELA!”