About thirty minutes after being picked up by the giantess and put in her pocket, the tiny couple landed on a soft, black surface. It was porous and coarse, and it didn't take long for them to release they were lying on an article of clothing. There was some pattern further up the shirt, some graphic tee perhaps. The ground slowly rose and fell beneath them, and that sensation coupled with the body heat below made them realize they were standing on a shirt that was currently being worn, a different one than what she had been wearing before.
They turned around. The shirt terminated just above Shelly's stomach, her belly button visible as a giant hole in the pale surface. Farther down were the giantess's jeans, the same ones she had been wearing earlier. The giantess was lying on a couch.
"Don't worry you two," said the giantess's sweet voice from above. "I hope it's comfortable down there. This is the softest shirt I could find."
To the sensitive skin of the tiny people, the material was coarse, but Nick appreciated the effort. They turned around again, and the giantess lifted her head above the rise of her fairly small breasts to stare down at them.
The giantess turned her attention to the TV and proceeded to flip to a popular streaming service. Her "recently watched" list was filled with horror movies, many of them looking rather campy.
Nick was startled when a pair of giant fingers descended next to him, but the giantess was merely depositing a piece of candy between them.
"I figured you must be hungry," she said as she tossed a handful of the candy into her mouth. The piece of candy was the size of a boulder to them, and Nick tried not to think about how she could swallow him down just as easily if she wanted.
The two tinies set to work on the giant orange candy, while some zombie movie blared on the TV behind them. It was an atmospheric and frightening indie movie from a studio Nick had never heard of. Try as they might, the tiny couple only succeeded in getting their hands covered in orange dye. The shell was impenetrable.
"Um, a little help?" his wife yelled up at the giantess, although even without the TV she had a snowball's chance in hell of being heard.
Fortunately, the giantess glanced down to check on them and realized the problem. She broke the candy in two, but it was still hard to get pieces off. The chocolate center was more forgiving, and Nick and Heather successfully got their fill of candy. They relaxed and enjoyed the movie, Heather burying her face in Nick's side at the scary parts. He felt so grateful and lucky that this giantess had been so gentle with them. He was sure there were a lot of perverts who would have done unspeakable things if they happened upon a shrunken man and woman. The rise and fall of Shelly's breathing was also soothing, although he could have done without the glorps and grumbles emanating from her stomach as it set to work on the bag of candy she had consumed.
For a week, things went swimmingly for the two tinies. The giantess set them up with a little living space in a shoebox. The government had also reported on the phenomenon of shrinking people, which conspiracy theorists were attributing to a mishap with a secret weapon, and a scientist had invented a set of equipment, which was being distributed for free, small enough for a shrunken person to wear that would help them. The equipment included a bright flashlight with a belt that it could be clipped onto (the belt could also be made to beep loudly to get a giant person's attention), a harness with some optional climbing tools, and a headset for communicating with a normal-sized person through a smartphone app. Nick was shocked to hear that the government had announced it wasn't going to punish people for mistreatment of tinies, perhaps because it worried that punishment would incentivize people to hide injured tinies rather than get them help. There were jokes on the TV about the how absurd it would be anyway for a tiny person to sue a regular sized person, and how it made sense that a pathetic "shrinky" shouldn't be respected.
They were so grateful to Shelly for taking care of them, that they assured her repeatedly that despite their diminutive size they would be happy to help her with anything at all that she needed. Once or twice, they had come in handy when something small fell behind somewhere. She could send them in a hard to reach place to look for whatever had fallen. They also helped her with studying. After she would write an essay, she would set her phone in their tiny home, and they would scroll through it and give feedback. It helped that Heather had majored in social science, so she was excellent at giving help.
Life was as idyllic as it could be given their predicament. However, there were some bumps in the road to come for Nick and Heather's way of life. The first such ordeal occurred when...
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