This choice: Chris thinks you need some rest to calm you down, and makes a tiny bed for you • Go Back...Chapter #4Chris thinks you need some rest to calm you dow... by: TinyKitten You kept trying to push his mouth away, nervous to be near a dangerous opening much bigger than you. Stomach acid was very strong and you didn't want to end up down there by any freak accident. When Chris finally pulled back, you straightened again to yell again. His hand jerked back, causing you to fall backwards. You realized just how big Chris was compared to you. Actually how big everything was in comparison to you. The chances of you surviving the day seemed as likely as winning the lottery. The giant gave you a quick apology, sitting you down on the desk. His arm blocked the edge of the desk, not that you were all that interested in testing your durability from that fall. Better not to test your luck, especially not yet. Instead you turned to look at what Chris was grabbing. He dumped out a small dish full of paper clips, layering tissues over the cold metal. The dish was about your height tall and twice as wide to your height. You felt a hand cup around your back. Looking up, Chris was looking around the room for something. "Chris?" you called out to him.
The giant looked back down at you with a loving smile. He hummed softly before scooping you back up. Cupping his hand, you grabbed his thumb as he stood up to avoid falling on your face. "Sorry, just trying to figure out what would be the best blanket," he said, most likely to you even though his eyes weren't on you anymore. "You must be tired. My room's not far, but at your height it must have been quite the trip," he continued as he walked over to his dresser. He pulled one of the drawers open, pulling out a pair of clean white socks. Finally he looked at you again, bringing the socks towards you. "These don't smell or anything, right?"
"No, they are alright-"
You barely got the words out before Chris elbowed the drawer shut and took you back to the desk. He set you down again, stroking your hand with a finger. Then he unfolded the socks, arranging them in the metal dish. One lined over the tissues. The other one was folded in half with the hole facing upwards. Chris finished the nest(?) by grabbing a half eaten bag of gummy bears, mushing a couple together into a squishy mass for a pillow. That part was kind of disgusting, but also terrifying. Chris easily crushed the candy in his fingers and a part of you was screaming to run from the danger. "Aren't you going to try it out?" Chris' voice brought you back to your surroundings. He was frowning slightly, a finger brushing your back. You took a couple steps forward. Chris' hand gave you a boost into the dish where you crawled into the top sock's opening. The smile returned, a finger rubbing your cheek. "Comfy?" he asked and you gave a slow nod. Seconds later, your view was filled with Chris' enormous face. You held back a scream, screwing your eyes shut. A gentle, slightly wet press of the lips met your face. Then the shadow over you leaned back to allow the light back to you. Fingers gave small tugs to adjust how the sock covered you as well as brushes to your form. After a few minutes, you relaxed a bit with the gentle and warm presence of Chris' hands. What do you wake to? | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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