“Uh, actually…” Quinn rubbed her chin and leaned back in her seat. “You kinda opened up a lot…more than I expected, Hunter.” Your new roommate closed her eyes and sighed. “I guess…I’d be willing to talk a bit about myself, too.”
You were taken aback by this, but equally intrigued by the prospect. “Oh, I wouldn’t want to force you to do so, Quinn. If you’re sure, then that’s okay, but–”
“Yeah, I’m good.” Quinn interrupted, though you could tell it was from nervousness and not from being rude.
Taking your cue, you sat back and smiled at your beautiful giantess roommate. “Alright. Go ahead!”
The black-haired girl’s lips curled up into a smile that vanished as soon as it appeared. “Sure. Well, basically, my childhood was pretty simple. I’m an only child, so it was just me and my mom for…well…as long as I can remember. No clue when dad skipped out, but I must’ve been only a few months old. Mom always said it was because he wanted a boy, not a ‘weak little girl’, in his words.”
You frowned. “I’m so sorry to hear that, Quinn.”
Quinn shrugged, with only a faint wetness in her eye telling you how she really felt. “It’s whatever. Anyway, my mom…uh, her name is Becky, by the way. She had to care for me all by herself, but she caught a lucky break when she started up an online retailer website with one of her good friends. She and her friend would buy stuff from all over, and sell it for a few bucks cheaper online. However, they’d ship it all across the country, so they’d earn back a profit from shipping costs added onto the customer’s totals.”
Quinn was rambling by this point, and sensing that she was, she stopped herself to breath and blush ever-so-slightly. You smiled gently, amused by seeing a different side of Quinn from her normally apathetic behavior. It was clear that she held great respect and love for her mother.
Resuming, Quinn cleared her throat. “Basically, it wasn’t long before her store was getting revenue from ads, and gaining traction. Blah blah. It’s now pretty popular, and my mom soon became the manager instead of a direct buyer and supplier. She’s actually got a small team of people who do the daily work. She pretty much just lives her own personal life each and every day, save for a few meetings or phone calls each week.”
You nodded, suitably impressed. “Wow, that’s great. What’s the website called?”
“It’s, uh, called Shipping Hero. The motto is ‘finding the heroic deals, and shipping them to wherever you may be’. Tacky, right?” Quinn rolled her eyes as she spoke, but you gaped.
“No way. Tracy and I used to use that site all the time. That’s crazy?” You laughed, and Quinn actually chuckled a bit too. A moment later, you motioned for Quinn to continued. “Okay, so, your mom’s job was awesome, huh?”
“Eh.” Quinn said, while reaching for her phone. “It meant she had pretty much everyday free to baby me and dote on me like I was a little kid. I mean, yeah, I guess I was at one point, but she is still way too clingy and lovey-dovey. It’s exhausting.” Quinn scrolled around on her phone. “Like, see, look at this, Hunter. Our last vacation to the local amusement park. Can you believe her?” Quinn leaned forward in her seat and shoved the phone towards you.
You had to take a step back to fully analyze the photo, as it was practically a movie theater screen at your size. Glancing over the photo, you were about to respond to Quinn when your jaw dropped. The picture showed Quinn and a woman who looked startlingly similar to her beside a cardboard cutout of an animal mascot. Quinn was wincing from embarrassment, while the older woman was grinning like a child, while also clad in a t-shirt that read “My Daughter Is a Sweet Angel”.
This humorous aspect contrasted sharply with the woman’s outrageously pronounced curves. Surpassing even Quinn, the woman’s breasts stretched her too-tight top to the extreme, and you could plainly see her abundantly large rear end even from the front. Her hourglass figure was immaculate and hard to look away from, and it now made perfect sense where Quinn had inherited her own blessedly bountiful body from. Some strand of curviness genes clearly ran in the Wallace family.
Tearing your eyes from Quinn’s mother, you met your roommate’s gaze and laughed. “She seems like an awesome woman!”
Though intended as a light-hearted remark, Quinn’s face feel. “You’d actually hate her, Hunter. Or rather…I guess she’d hate you.”
You paused, confused. “What do you mean, Quinn? Does she warm up slowly to strangers?”
Your titanic new friend laughed humorlessly. “No, I wish. Truthfully, she despises tinies. Finds them distasteful and gross. She’s said so herself, word for word. She never told me why she hated tinies so strongly…but god she made it really damn clear with her actions. The things I’ve seen her do…”
Quinn trailed off, and your blood ran cold. There was a haunted look in Quinn’s eye, and a part of you didn’t want her to elaborate on whatever memories she was reliving. The other part of you knew that Quinn should, so that she could get it off her chest and allow total transparency between her and yourself.
Continuing, Quinn looked at you and sighed. “See, I used to have a lot of tiny friends. As in, way more than my normal-sized friends. I spent everyday hanging out with the tinies from my neighborhood and school. Trouble was, my doting and clingy mother was never far off, and when she’d find out about my tiny friends…it wasn’t long before I’d never see them again. And if it wasn’t my mom, it was just fate itself screwing over every single tiny I’ve ever known. Wasn’t long before I had no more friends.”
You hardly knew what to say, and could only gently rest your hand on Quinn’s thumb (as her hand holding the phone was still lying on the bed beside you. Touched by your gesture, Quinn spared you a quick smile before continuing.
“It’s part of the reason I care so much about you guys being strong and capable.” Quinn elaborated. “I’ve seen too many people treat you like, frankly, pieces of shit. It HURTS, watching it happen, but I can’t save every tiny, and god help me if I make things worse by trying. What I CAN do, though, is treat you like equals, with respect and dignity, and help you to get tougher all on your own.”
This was a whole new side of Quinn, and you were floored. Someone who had seemed like a cut-and-dry case of nonchalant emo girl had broken into a million pieces, revealing the caring girl with forward-thinking ideas and a traumatic past dueling inside of her. Your new roommate was the single most incredible and interesting person you’d ever met in your life, and you felt a rush of awe and something a little bit more as you looked at her.
A long moment of silence hung in the air, before Quinn coughed and refocused herself. “Um, anyway…ask away, Hunter. I’ll tell whatever stories you want, the good and bad. Shoot.”
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