For a brief moment the two giant woman seemed like they were about to start clawing each other’s eyes out, but then their friends were stepping between them, forcibly separating the two and gently reminding them that this was not the time to be fighting. Emma regained her composure first, looking down at her hand and wincing as she saw her little Sophie clinging desperately to her fingers, realising the unpleasant ride that she’d been giving the tiny woman during the argument.
For her part the battered bride was just happy that the rollercoaster ride of Emma’s rage had finally burned out. She could see that her love was sorry for what she had done, and found it difficult to hold a grudge when she knew that the anger had all been on her behalf. If she was able to speak she’d have let her fiancé know she was forgiven, but settled for communicating her intent through her eyes. If the sweet smile she received in response was any indication, Emma understood.
Jasmine took longer to compose herself but eventually settled for a sullen glare as she waited for a better explanation for the treatment she had endured. The other bridesmaids gathered around, looking on in curiosity as Emma moved her hands to gently cradle the reforming Sophie.
Taking a deep brief to get her bearings, the bride spared a brief smile for her friends as she tried once again to explain the situation. “This is my fiancé Sophie. She’s kind of squished right now but if you just give her the chance she’ll pop back to normal in no time.” She ran a finger over her future wife’s body, giggling softly at the shudder that produced. “I know it’s hard to believe but she’s a real living breathing human, just kind of super tiny and able to survive things no normal human can.”
The others looked sceptical but watched without comment as Emma set her bride down on the nearest table, giving her one last gentle stroke before turning away. “Just let her be for the moment. When’s she’s back to normal make sure she’s ready for our big day, okay?” She turned towards the four girls who had been assigned as Sophie’s bridesmaids, Jasmine included. “Especially you four, I’m relying on you to look after her okay.”
In her flattened state, Sophie was just barely able to watch the conversation unfold, noting the four women who had been assigned as her escorts as they shot varied looks in her direction.
She was, of course, already more than familiar with Jasmine, having got much more intimate with the tanned woman’s butt than she’d ever wanted to be. Now able to look at her fully the tiny woman noted her long black hair and piercing eyes that seemed to be looking at her with unbridled hate, no doubt still sore over the earlier incident and unable to accept the little thing before her as anything more than a doll. More than anything, Sophie hoped that she could stay well away from that woman.
Standing just to the left of Jasmine was a tall well-built redhead with pale skin, and Sophie instantly recognised her as the other bridesmaid who had unintentionally sat on her earlier. Like most of the bridesmaids she had a remarkably generous rear and amble bosom, bursting at the seams of her too-tight dress. If Sophie recalled correctly this woman’s name was Kristina, but she wasn’t sure how she felt about the almost amused gaze she wore as her eyes raked across the tiny bride.
The other two women that Emma had indicated as her bridesmaids Sophie hadn’t met yet. One was a shorter Asian, who she would later learn was named Akiko. The Japanese woman had smaller curves than her compatriots, but they were still beyond those of the average woman, and the broad smile on her face suggested she was full of energy for her friend’s big day. The last was a younger-looking curvaceously athletic blonde, with long hair reaching almost to her waist, called Liz. There was a vague similarity to Ashlie in her bored-looking facial features so she was most likely a relative.
If Emma noticed the less than accepting looks from her friends she didn’t mention them, simply gathering up her own bridesmaids and making to leave. On the way out she kissed her hand and reached down to pat Sophie with it, but tripped over the hem of her dress at the last moment and ended up slamming her hand down on the tiny bride with much more force than she had intended. Par for the course for Emma, she didn’t even realise what she had done, too focused on regaining her balance to realise the damage she had done as she departed the room with her bridesmaids, leaving behind her flattened fiancé at the mercy of her friends.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author