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redthesizeshifter · 10 months ago

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The Conract - Chapter 2

Hello, peeps! I am once again back with Chapter 2 of this origin story for my OCs! Welcome back, in case you have read Chapter 1, in case you haven't do check it out on my profile. (If you're too lazy here is Chapter 1 and here is Chapter 1.5)

This one is a bit more spicy so minors get outta here! I would like to thank everyone who has liked and read my stories so far and there are more coming on the way! Do let me know how you feel about this story in the notes below!

Enjoy~

Before he could realize what he had done in horror, he felt himself fall down through the air, now reduced to being about 3 inches tall, his clothes and suitcase now falling to the ground. He saw the cold concrete under him and braced himself for impact, but it never came. Instead, he felt warmth all around him, enveloping him firmly as he was pressed onto something soft. He opened his eyes, and on queue, he saw the palm that had caught him slowly open, revealing his tiny naked form to the giantess that held him. Eva´s face looked down at him with… a lot of emotions. Mainly confusion, followed by horror, then by more confusion, embarrassment, and then more confusion, but suddenly her face contorted to one of concern.

If Eliot´s heart was pounding before now it was practically replicating the scene from Alien. The look on Eliot´s face was of pure horror. He clutched his chest and slowly started to back up, holding one arm out as if that would protect him in any way.

“P-Please don’t hurt me! I-I…!” Eliot practically shrieked at the giantess holding him.

He was on the verge of tears. How could he have been so careless?! To let himself go so far?! Now he was at the mercy of this human, it was over, he was going to get thrown into the sewers, to the police or government for studying, or worse… tortured by her. Tears ran down his cheeks as he couldn’t believe the situation, he had put himself in. Slowly a giant hand began to descend upon him, and he covered his face. This was it. He braced for the worst. He felt a giant finger part his arms so it could touch his cheek gently, he was made to look up at the giantess as he cried in fear, but instead of finding a devilish smile or an intimidating presence, he saw Eva´s concerned look. Her natural protective instinct kicked into overdrive as she tried to calm the tiny Eliot down.

“Eliot? A-Are you okay? Am sorry I frightened you, please don’t be scared.”

Her tone of voice had gone from a velvety, and fun tone to a concerned and protective tone as she looked down at him in her palm. She waddled over to a nearby bench and held Eliot delicately on both her palms. Her drunken stupor had spared her of any strong emotions concerning his size change but still, she was amazed and worried at this sudden revelation. Eliot couldn’t speak for the longest time which prompted Eva to initiate the talking. She cleared her throat and began to speak, parting her hair from her eyes.

“Are you hurt? Do you feel pain anywhere? Am I causing pain to you?” She asked seriously, trying to see if she could help Eliot out with him being so small.

Eliot didn´t react at first, his heart pounding with fear as she looked down at him. Slowly he began to regain his own composure and nodded slowly up at the giantess above him. The small movement of his head made her heart flutter slightly, it was cute seeing such a small being nod at you, she stopped herself from saying this and focused, as best she could, on the task at hand.

“Is there anything you want me to do to help you feel more comfortable?”

Eliot looked around them and saw they were still on the street, the only thing was that they were now sitting on a bench, or rather she was, and he was sitting on her cupped palms. He gathered the strength to speak up again.

“N-No, you´re doing great. Uhm… aren’t you surprised about this?”

Eva´s lips pressed together and her eyes widened slightly as she bopped her head side to side slightly.

“Y-Yeah… definitely not something that happens all the time, I-I think it’s the alcohol helping me out right now… I´ll be fine… I think”

Eliot huffed in disbelief and shook his head as he looked down at himself. He was naked. He quickly covered himself up by pulling his knees to his chest as he covered his crotch. The action made Eva laugh out loud in the night which made Eliot blush deeply and shrink another inch in height.

“I-Its not funny!” he would blurt out smaller now

Eva noticed he shrunk even further and stopped laughing, covering her mouth with one hand.

“Sorry! W-Was it my laugh? I knew my laugh had something wrong with it…”

Eliot looked up confused at her for a second and now it was his turn to laugh at her.

“No, you big dummy! You just made me a bit flustered that’s all…”

Eva raised an eyebrow and smiled smugly down at him, once again.

“Awww, the widdle cutie is getting fwustered?” She teased as she began to poke his body with a teasing smile.

“H-Hey! Careful with where you’re poking, Gulliver” He answered as she poked his small body. Eva couldn’t help but giggle drunkenly as she put a finger beside his cheek, rubbing it sweetly.

“Sorry, I just wanted to see if you were real, this feels… surreal,” She said with a more understanding tone

Eliot nodded understandingly as he still held his knees against his chest, looking around for a bit. He decided it was time to tell her more about his shrinking.

“I uhm… I can shrink… not always on command but I can. It triggers when am feeling a very strong emotion like being scared, flustered, stressed… loving…” Eliot admitted sitting down on her palm while letting his cheek rest on his open palm, looking away.

Eva focused on him as much as she could and nodded as he explained. Suddenly she heard the word "love" and her face blushed slightly, a soft smile on her face.

“Love? Did… Did someone love hanging out with me today?” She teased with her signature velvety low voice as she realized why he had shrunk.

Eliot’s hair stood up as he quickly turned to face the giantess. He didn’t know if it was the cold or her question but either way, he felt embarrassed. His face was completely flushed as he tried to change what he had just said.

“WAIT! NONO! THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT! I mean I did like our date, and how cute you were but no! I didn’t-“

“You loooooved that kiss didn’t you, short stuff?” She teased again as Eliot’s blush became more apparent, crossing his arms and spinning slightly to look away. She could see how he dwindled just a bit, enough for her to notice again.

“Awww, don’t be like that, honey. I also really enjoyed kissing your dumb dorky face” She cooed as she neared his body and kissed his exposed back teasingly. Before her lips touched his back, she spotted something that resembled a scar tracing all the way from the base of his neck to the base of his back. It had a very particular shape… like a curved line. Her lips touched his bare skin, and to her surprise, it felt like kissing an ice cube, pulling her out of her train of thought for a moment as she pulled back her lips.

“Wait, Eliot, you’re freezing cold… Eliot?” She shook Eliot a bit with her finger and he slumped over, shivering. She panicked and looked around for places to put him. His limp body was breathing rapidly and shivering as she looked down at her chest. Was this really the only option? The ONLY one? Gah fuck it. She sighed as she opened the neck of her sweater and dropped him down onto her cleavage, then closed the opening. She shivered a bit as she felt the tiny ice cube against her warm skin and nodded to herself as she needed to get home as soon as possible. She turned to see Eliot’s suitcase and clothes on the ground and quickly grabbed them before making her way back home.

…

Eliot’s tiny form slumped over after he had lost consciousness. He was so cold. So stiff from the cool air and being naked on a cold winter night, plus being small made his body temperature a bit wonky. He wanted to tell Eva about him starting to lose consciousness, but the cold had taken him by surprise. Then it all went dark.

Suddenly he felt warmth all around him and the beating of a drum. Or was it a heart maybe? The rhythm was familiar to him, though. He tried to open his eyes. Slowly they parted as all he saw was darkness and then slowly his eyes started to get accustomed to the light. He was inside a warm musky room. The walls around him were kind of see-through. He squinted a bit and looked down on the soft mounds that he was sitting on. They seemed like, breasts? Oh. He realized exactly where he was. His heart started to flutter as he pressed his hands down on Eva´s boobs. He had a goofy smile across his face as he closed his hands down on her soft perfumed skin. He shifted a bit so he could be lodged between her soft mounds and closed his eyes again, resting for now. He could get used to this.

…

As Eliot was getting very comfortable between her boobs Eva could feel everything he was doing in there and bit her lip as she ran. She was slowly getting more and more turned on by the little perv being between her breasts. The thought that he might´ve done that on purpose made her think of how she was going to have her revenge soon.

Eva kept running to her apartment as fast as she could, carrying all the stuff with her as she ran through the cold night. She finally arrived at the building and unlocked the front door before going in and closing it behind her. She went up the elevator and walked to her apartment´s door as she drunkenly pulled out her keys. She brought up the keys to her eyesight and one by one started to see which one was the right one.

“No… Not this one… no… not that one. AHA!”

She finally got the key she needed and unlocked the door to her apartment. As she stumbled in, she dropped everything on the floor and then started to walk over to her bedroom as she began to take her clothes off. One boot came off, then the other. Then she took off her jacket, then the pants, then the shirt. She sighed heavily after she turned on the heat. She spotted the little Eliot, snuggled against her skin between her breasts, sleeping soundly, and couldn’t help but giggle and pet his adorkable little head. Nerdy little pervert.

“Having fun down there? You like what you see, you little rascal?” She said to her small companion.

She let out a laugh in response as Eliot´s resting place began to shake with her laughing.

“You were awake!” She faked a gasp and plucked him up from his resting place as he placed him on her palm. “You´re such a perv…” She brought her lips up to his tired face and kissed him as she laid back on the bed, spreading her legs as she usually did when she was tired.

Eliot chuckled and nodded with a goofy smile on his face as she looked down at him lovingly.

“You are the most interesting date I’ve had, in like, ever,” she said as she held him in her palm while tilting her head to the side with her mouth slightly open. “I don’t think anyone has fallen for me so hard that they shrunk down to about the size of a small doll. It would’ve been funny that you shrunk to be about hobbit-sized to go with our whole LOTR theme! Missed opportunity right there, tiger” She couldn’t help but laugh at her own joke as she tapped his head with her finger lightly.

“Well, I would’ve done it gradually if someone didn’t look so cute holding onto my arm like that and kissing me afterward” Eliot teased as he hugged her thumb and pressed his cheek against it.

Eva turned her head to the side, still smiling. She passed a finger through his hair lovingly as she looked back at him lovingly. This was the first time Eliot felt comfortable being small. Before he felt like being small was such a liability and something to be afraid of. A vulnerable position that would make people around him want to take advantage of him. But here and now, with this woman in front of him, holding him gently, teasing him, and looking at him as if he was a person and not a thing, he felt safe.

Eva on the other hand was still slightly buzzed, her mind hadn´t comprehended entirely what was going on so she was going on her own instinct to protect. She didn’t quite understand how this whole thing happened, but she was having fun, she had been having fun ever since she started talking to Eliot. She had dreaded going to that event given that there was no space for that in her life given her work but decided to give it a try anyway and see what sticks after meeting. Then this dork bumped into her, his looks and charismatic banter already scoring points on her board. She never imagined being in this situation with him but nevertheless, she was enjoying herself a lot. She shivered slightly and decided to go for something to help with the cold she felt, the room hadn´t gotten to the temperature she wanted yet.

“Hey, Eliot. I need to get a hoodie or something, the room is still freezing. Do you want anything?”

“Nah, go ahead, I can wait here”

Eva nodded and got off the bed before putting Eliot down on her unmade bed before turning around and walking towards her closet. As she turned around Eliot had the perfect view of her massive, for him, behind that swung from side to side as she walked away. Eliot felt himself blush, his face burning up slightly at the sight of the giantess. He couldn´t help but feel extremely aroused at the sight and was too focused on it to see that Eva had glanced back at him to see how he was doing. Eva chuckled slightly as she looked down and saw something “rise” to him observing her ass. She figured he was too drunk to realize that he had been caught looking. She got an idea as she headed into the small closet just around the corner. Eliot stared at the last place she had been, expecting her to come out quickly with her hoodie on. Instead, a hand peeked out of it holding something, a bra. Eliot´s heart fluttered as she delicately held her bra with her index finger and thumb. She tossed the bra over to Eliot´s direction, landing on the ground in front of him as he stared at it with disbelief. A soft chuckle could be heard from the closet as Eva only guessed how Eliot was reacting to this. A few seconds passed, which felt like years to Eliot as he awaited for more to come, until finally, slowly, a hand peeked again holding another piece of clothing of Eva´s.

Her panties.

Eliot´s heart was about to burst out of his chest. His face was burning hot, and his little friend was excited as hell to see the show that Eva was giving him. She tossed the underwear in the same direction that she tossed the bra but this time, the panties landed in the bed, right beside Eliot. The air around Eliot smelt like musk, female genitalia, sex. His mind switched from his thoughts about being small to focusing on one person and one person only. Eva walked out of the closet wearing a black hoodie. The hoodie was almost like a small dress that extended down to the middle of her wide thighs.

Eliot looked down at her feet and slowly made his way up her body, her feet were long and a bit slim, her calves small but toned, her thighs were thick and soft, and her waist wasn’t that wide but swung from side to side sensually as she approached him. Eliot was convinced that what he was seeing in front of him was nothing short of a goddess.

Eva decided to entertain her little companion with a show he would never forget. She put her hands behind her head and shook them, shaking her short shoulder-length hair a bit as she walked, trying to mimic those supermodels that went on the catwalk for Eliot. She found immense satisfaction in seeing people pay attention to her and ogle her. She loved being watched and complimented and right now Eliot was her audience for the night. She loomed above Eliot as she got to the bed and looked down at him with a slight smirk, her hands on her waist.

“Move.” She commanded as Eliot walked away from where she was going to sit.

“Good boy~”

Those two words stopped Eliot´s heart for a second as his chest swelled up with raw emotion. The feeling of being praised and acknowledged like that sent shivers down his spine as he froze in place, the towering frame of the woman slowly sitting down or more accurately, kneeling in front of him. He had no idea what to do, his mind was a wreck. Suddenly in a cat-like manner, she got closer to Eliot. First her right hand, then her left, then her right, crawling on all fours. Eliot stepped back with every landing of her hands as she approached him, eventually tripping and falling backward as he looked up at the looming giantess above him. The contrast to him about 40 minutes ago in this same exact position was incredible. Whereas a while ago he was afraid to be killed, now he felt impossibly excited and aroused about the same person.

She chuckled slightly from above as she watched the tiny man look up at her.

“You look so adorable down there, nerd. Mind if I lay down?” She said teasingly down at Eliot below her whilst tilting her head to the side and biting her lip seductively.

The only thing he could do was nod up at her with a goofy smile on his face.

"Such an obedient puppy you are, here I go~"

Eva smiled smugly and then crawled a bit further up above Eliot. She slowly began to lower herself down, the pockets of the hoodie slowly coming down onto him. She lifted her hoodie slightly as Eliot saw heaven´s gates be revealed above him. Her soft pelvis approached him as it softly pressed him against the bed.

Eliot chuckled nervously as it landed on him gently. It wasn’t as unpleasant or suffocating as he had expected. It was like a large soft mattress landed on top of him.

“Are you doing okay, hun?” She asked to be sure she wasn’t suffocating him

He gave the soft skin a couple of taps to let her know he was doing okay. He felt the skin bump up around him as a shiver went down Eva´s back. She had been taken by surprise at how sensitive she was in that area. She knew it was an area she loved being touched on but this was new.

Eliot continued to kiss the freshly shaved area, his hands exploring the area he was on. Eva continued to shiver and sigh as he proceeded to kiss her skin, teasing her even though he was so much smaller than her.

Eliot then felt his world come down on him as Eva pressed herself onto the bed with a grinding motion. Eliot wasn’t in danger, but he did feel the air rush out of his lungs as she pressed down on him. Eva began to grind herself onto the bed with Eliot underneath her as she moaned softly, her mind wandering due to her lust for more.

Eliot tried to not go against Eva´s wishes. Maybe if he could handle a couple of presses by holding his breath, he could let her get her way with him. He knew the consequences of stopping his owner from reaching her climax. The scar on his back began to burn slightly as his mind began to regress to the moment she…

Wait, his owner? This wasn’t like that… Eva cares about him. She isn’t like her. Up until this moment, Eva has been nothing but kind and loving. She isn’t like her.

Eliot began to tap onto her skin rapidly as the pain slowly started to creep onto his body.

Eva didn’t respond at first but after a few more taps, she snapped out of it with a loud gasp as she quickly got off Eliot. As he took a few deep breaths of air. She was kneeling in front of him at the base of the bed, looking down at her little lover.

“ELIOT! A-Are you okay?! Did I hurt you?! A-Am sorry I- You were kissing me and it felt so good I just got… I just got carried away!” Eva started to mumble out at him on the verge of tears. She was worried sick that she would´ve hurt him or worse.

Eliot coughed and breathed as she looked down worriedly at him with her eyes swelling up with tears. He finally was able to talk after a bit and looked up at the worried titan above him. He shook his head and reached out for her hand.

“Am fine, hun! I should´ve been a bit more careful” He said calmly as he regained his composure

Eva put her hand onto Eliot´s small outstretched hands and sniffled down at him.

“Am sorry…”

Eliot took her finger onto his lips and kissed the fingers on it with a loving look up at her.

She isn´t like her.

“Am fine, am fine. You didn’t hurt me. Am okay” He assured her as she nodded, wiping the tears away with the hoodie´s arms. She leaned down lower to his level like a sad puppy and pouted a bit. Eliot shook his head with a smile and walked over to her cheek, planting a big kiss on it.

“See? Am okay! Don’t worry about anything… Let´s just head to bed, for now, okay?”

Eva nodded slowly as she got up and reached over for Eliot before she hesitated. Eliot saw her hand moving towards him and flinched slightly before quickly correcting himself and walking towards the hand reaching for him with his arms up.

“Uppies?” He joked so maybe he could lighten the mood.

This made Eva snort and laugh as the tension was relieved from the situation.

“Dork.” She teased as she gently picked him up and placed him beside her pillow. She then laid down beside him, her head landing on the pillow softly. She swung the blanket over herself, still wearing the hoodie, and sighed, relaxed.

They both stared into each other´s eyes and slowly Eliot began to notice her eyes slowly close and then open again, as she tried to fight off the sleep.

Eliot chuckled. “Am not going anywhere, go to sleep, Eva”

“Nooo, but I am not tired, you dork…” Eva whined in response as she kept fighting her sleep.

“It’s okay, hun. I´ll still be here in the morning.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Eva nodded before she slowly leaned in to kiss Eliot´s small body, her hands slowly coming up from the blanket to go behind Eliot and press him gently against the bridge of her nose to have him close to her.

“Goodnight, tiny” She teased before slowly drifting off to sleep.

Eliot´s smile came from the heart as he began to feel tired, and heavy. He suddenly heard a small hum from Eva. She was humming that song from the restaurant where they met. The lyrics popped into Eliot´s head like on a karaoke screen.

“Would you take the wheel, If I lose control? If am lying here, Would you take me home? Could you take care, Of a broken soul? Will you hold me now, Will you take me home?”

´Huh. Oddly fitting. ´ Eliot thought in his dazed state. He guessed it really was fate that had put them together. Darkness slowly overtook them both as they fell into a deep slumber, Eliot kissed her nose one last time as he sighed loudly before giving himself to the dreamscape.

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redthesizeshifter · 10 months ago

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Quinn and Jaz - Ch 1

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Quinn sometimes wondered if she was cursed.

Not with a big, life-altering curse; she didn’t believe she was important enough for one of those. She wondered if someone, somewhere, decided she was worth fucking with, and decided, every day, to do little things to make her life just that much harder. Right now, she was wondering if this mystery-being decided to make her bus late.

Pacing a circle into the snow at the bus stop, a flash of ice bit at Quinn’s heel. Looking down, she saw a pathetic old winter boot, ripped at the seam and gulping in muddy ice slush.

“Because the bus being late just wasn’t fun enough, huh?” she griped, trying and failing to shake the ice from her boot. She hated this. Hated these long, exhausting days of classes and overtime shifts, which would have been bearable, if the damn bus was even half as efficient as she was.

A long, forced sigh shot into the air in a dramatic cloud. Instead of standing around for 20 minutes in the cold for a slimy bus, she could walk for 15 minutes back to her apartment. It would suck, but at least she could choose the suckiness she had to deal with. Briskly trudging her way through the slush and muck on the cracked sidewalks home, chunky snowflakes began drifting through the air around her. Quinn wanted to cry, but refused to permit herself the catharsis. She’d been through so much worse; and heavy college textbooks, a long shift at Shelly’s, a late bus, a broken shoe and walking in the snow was nothing compared to that.

This isn’t for forever, Quinn’s calming mantra surfaced in her mind. It’s not even for the next 20 minutes. Get home and you can take a steaming hot shower and have some soup.

Slowing to a stop at a crosswalk, Quinn nearly tripped on a wet heap of something piled right next to the crosswalk button. What the hell? After mashing the button a few times, she used her good boot to shove some of the snow away. A pile of soaking wet clothes, some sneakers and an expensive-looking bag stared back glumly at her.

Who would strip in this weather? Crouching down to balance sitting on her ankles, she unzipped the bag and rummaged through it. Tugging out a heavy metal clip wallet, tapped out the cards to see that this bag -and presumably outfit- belonged to…

“...Jasper Ross” she breathed absent-mindedly. Why does that sound familiar? Quinn was hardly a socialite, and she only knew the names of the people she had to deal with for projects and such. There was a sudden stirring from the pile of clothes. With a yelp reminiscent of a scared chihuahua, Quinn splashed clumsily from her half-perch-half-crouch into a slush of muddy ice. Oh God, a rat?? Not even caring that her backside was now soaking wet, Quinn tried and failed to push herself away from the nest of laundry, her old worn boots refusing to grip the ice. Then, she heard the most peculiar noise that gave her pause- an almost unhearable, muffled shout came from within the pile of clothes. “What the fuck?! Where am I?”

Quinn’s eyes grew wide as she saw a… a… tiny guy. There was a tiny guy, emerging from the pile in front of her. Frozen in place, Quinn couldn’t tear her eyes away, she needed to download every bit of information about this new phenomena in front of her.

He looked proportionate, and fit. Even, golden-brown skin with a mop of dark brown hair. He seemed to be assessing his surroundings, hands exploring the fabric around him. He could have been muttering something, too, but Quinn wasn’t close enough to hear. Miniscule eyes finally swiveled towards Quinn, and for a moment Quinn thought he looked quite a lot like an action figure with how still he went. His face slowly traced from her boots to finally meet her bewildered gaze.

A long silence yawned between the two- Quinn had no idea how to approach this situation. Usually she’d blame her awkward personality, but she figured most people would be struggling for words right about now. Thankfully, she didn’t need to worry about what to say.

“Oh hell no,” the man said with an exasperated groan. He began to rub his eyes vigorously. Quinn blinked. “Excuse me?” “Hey, lady, um, I think my vision is fucked. You look absolutely massive,” the man stated plainly. He righted himself and offered another comment, “And not in, like, a fat way. It’s like, a sky-scraper, ‘massive’ way. You think you could call an ambulance for me? That bitch from last night probably drugged me.” She ignored anything that could have been implied. Quinn’s throat had gone dry from the cold, but she managed to force out a response.

“Your vision has nothing to do with it. You’re, like, a borrower, dude,” Quinn half laughed. She had no clue how to react to this. The laughter built into a chuckle, then a full-blown fit. “W-what the fuck!” She managed to say between laughs of disbelief. She slapped her gloved hands firmly clasped over her mouth, failing to quell her convulsive laughter. She felt a heat begin to rise in her face, and darted her eyes along the street, head on a swivel. Thank god there’s no people around. “Lady, you’re a total psycho,” the diminutive man offered, going back to scrubbing his eyes.

A lazy snowflake slowly drifted down and planted atop the man’s head. Quinn steadied her breathing, watching him reach up and break a bit of the snowflake off in a crystal shard and then melt in his doll-sized hand.

“Hm.” He started shivering then, enough for Quinn to notice. In fact, her own jeans had been soaking in ice-water since she slipped, and it was becoming very clear she needed to take control of the situation before things got worse.

Drawing in a deep breath and loosing a cloud of fog into the chilled air, Quinn composed herself as well as she could manage. Chill out, he’s just…some guy. A very, very small guy, but still, she thought. She closed her eyes and breathed, then looked back to the doll-sized man. “Are you Jasper Ross?” she asked, holding up his wallet and sliding out his ID for him to see.

“First of all, looking through other peoples’ things is pretty invasive- but yes, that’s me. Secondly,” he pointed at her, “no one calls me ‘Jasper’. Ew. It’s Jaz.” He ran his hands over the folded cloth in front of him to dry his hands, and started rubbing his arms sharply. “Seriously, it’s too fucking cold out.”

Quinn started feeling a bit bad for Jasper- or, Jaz, despite him being all sorts of rude. He was the size of a hamster, of course the cold would be biting at him hard. “Do you have any place I could take you to-”

“No,” Jaz shot, slumping into a grumble. “No I don’t.”

“For real?” Quinn furrowed her brow. “I would offer to take you to, like, the police, but I don’t think you’d like it there, either.”

“So you’re abducting me?”

“I’ll take you to the police station if you want.”

Jaz thought for a moment. “Yeah, I’d rather not be a lab rat. Do you have a place?”

“Wuh- me?” Quinn sat back again, but this time in shock at how forward he was being. A gust of icy wind made her shudder, and the cold concrete was making her legs go numb. “I-I mean, I do have a place, but-”

“Perfect, take me there.”

“I’m not ready for, uh, company-”

“Lady, I’m about to freeze to death, that doesn’t matter.”

Quinn pursed her lips, holding her breath. He does look like he’s in the early stages of popsicle… And, realistically, what’s the worst that can happen? Pinching the crease between her brows and sighing, she shifted and replaced the wallet in the bookbag. “Fine. Just let me plan out how to carry everything, alright?”

“Roger that, Goliath,” Jaz shot back, gathering fabric to cloak himself, making him look even smaller than before. “What is your name, anyway, lady?”

Quinn was unamused by Jaz’s nickname. “What a skill, you guessed it right on the very first try. People usually say I look more like a Gulliver, though.” She finished packing up Jaz’s bag and swung it over her vacant shoulder. How should I tackle the clothes?

“I think you look like a perfect Goliath. Same stature, and all,” Jaz quipped.

“Quinn. Is my, uh, name,” she offered lamely, rolling her eyes. “So. I assume you’re naked. And you’re standing in the middle of the clothes. I dunno what to do, champ.”

“You can’t just grab everything all at once?”

She gave a huff, “All of that shit is like 20 pounds, it’s soaked. Maybe I can shove it in your bag? I don’t want to ruin anything-”

“Just do that, then, I can get a new bag.”

Quinn’s eyes went wide at how wasteful of a thought that was, even if he could have been joking. She was slightly angry on behalf of the bag. “Whatever, it’s your shit. You want to go in the bag too?”

“You literally just said it’s freezing and soaked.”

“Well then I guess you’re walking,” Quinn huffed, growing tired of his less-than-pleasant attitude.

“Can’t you just…” Jaz trailed off, eyeing her gloved hands. He lingered there, and… gulped? Quinn couldn’t really tell. “What if you let me have your glove?”

“You’re naked.”

“And freezing.”

Quinn looked down at her left hand for a long, disgusted moment. The gloves were the only things she had that were actually high quality- a gift from her younger brother. Her eyes scrunched tight at the thought of them being treated the same way this guy treated his bag. She summoned her courage, “You have to be clean. If you get them dirty you own me new ones.”

“God, is that not obvious? Anyway hurry it up, this isn’t funny anymore. It’s getting actually painful to be this cold.”

Quinn was surprised by how quickly he offered to pay for the gloves, and would have been suspicious he was lying if not for how disinterested he seemed by it. She pushed a finger under the cuff of her left glove, got it halfway up her hand, then pinched and tugged the glove off from her middle finger. She quickly went to lay it down next to Jaz, but stuttered when she saw how her hands truly dwarfed him.

Quinn had never felt big, compared to anything before. Even though she was taller than average, her nature was to minimize herself; withdraw until no one could tell she took up any space at all. So much of her life was dedicated to remaining unseen, that she might have convinced herself that she didn’t even exist.

Maybe that was why she grew queasy at seeing the truly baffling difference in size between them, why she felt more than ever that she had to shrink smaller than this finger-sized man before her. She basically lost sight of him behind her hand, as if there wasn’t a tiny person in the heap of clothing at all.

She ripped her hands back from the glove as if it had burned her, “Whatever, don’t worry about the glove. Just get in and yell when you’re good to go.” She slouched and waited for him to call out, shrugging his bag back to the ground and unzipping it. She heard a muffled Okay let’s get a move on, and she pinched the opening of the glove to hover it above the clothes, then used her free hand to quickly and clumsily shove the sopping outfit into his really nice bag.

She was able to ignore that queasy feeling with Jaz out of sight, thankfully. She tried to be as careful as she could standing up, figuring the best way to keep her gloves clean was to give Jaz a steady ride so he wouldn’t blow chunks, and she slipped the glove gingerly into one of her winter coat’s inner pockets. Still, the thought of Jaz spilling his guts didn’t stop her from basically jogging home- the promise of soup had never been so desirable.

__________ Chapter 2

This drawing is from like, 2020 and is definitely more of a concept image than 100% accurate X] I'll have to redraw it! I've actually been sitting on this story for so long, and I've gone back and forth about whether or not I wanted to do a comic or not, I just decided "fuck it write the damn thing and go from there" so here we are! :3

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