You decided to visit Bonnie, knowing that she was the closest option that you had, since she was likely still in her apartment and you weren’t sure when Violet would get back.
Leaving your apartment and locking the door behind you, you stepped out onto the section of the floor designated for tinies to walk on, and gazed across the expanse of hallway to the other side, where another safe haven ran alongside the wall. To get to Bonnie’s apartment you would have to cross the dangerous part of the hall that had the risk of being crushed by a passing normal sized person. You had already seen Andrew get crushed in the very spot you were about to cross this morning.
You looked left and right, making sure that no one was coming, you could see a woman off to your right, maybe 4 doors down the hall from you, but she was talking to another woman at the door of her apartment and hopefully wasn’t moving any time soon.
Deciding now was a good time to go, you began to quickly walk across the expanse of floor towards the monolithic door of Bonnie’s apartment. Your heart pounded in your chest, the prospect of being tread on by an unaware woman terrifying you after how much similar things happening to you set you back during your law degree.
Once you reached the middle of the floor, you heard a sentence that sent chills down your spine.
“Ok girl, see ya later,” you turned to see the giantess who was talking to her friend down the hall had ended their conversation and was beginning to walk in your direction, each step sending a booming vibration across the floor towards you.
You started to run towards Bonnie’s door, hoping to reach the relative safety of the tiny lane before she crossed your path.
After thirty seconds of running you had almost made it, but the unaware girl was almost on top of you, her booming footsteps were starting to throw you off balance due to their proximity. With one last ditch effort to save yourself from being flattened you threw yourself the remaining distance and landed on the safe haven of the tiny designated path, just as her foot landed two inches from your prone form and kept going.
You sighed with relief at avoiding a crushing, and then turned your attention to the gigantic door in front of you.
There would be no way of getting Bonnie’s attention from out here, since Greentower’s apartments weren’t equipped with tiny-friendly doorbells that you had seen in other places, so the only option would be to go under her door and get her attention from there.
There was a strange phenomenon when tiny guys tried to get normal sized peoples attention where their voices could reach them despite the size difference, but it didn’t always work, and usually never worked when the woman was distracted. You hoped things would work out in your favour today.
Crawling through the gap under the door, you were met with the sight of a nicely decorated living room. Violet and Bonnie had added many personal touches to the room that made it warm and welcoming. You spotted a shelf off in the distance which held several dance trophies that Bonnie had presumably won, as well as several cookbooks that Violet had placed on a lower shelf.
Immediately to your right as you entered was a shoe rack, which had several pairs of shoes on it, the varying sizes suggesting that it was a mixture of both Bonnie’s and Violet’s shoes.
To your left was a massive couch, which you were at the side of, and standing between you and it was an enormous gym bag, which was open. You could see a pair of black tights draped over the side of the bag, as if they had been thrown in but not landed perfectly inside. This was obviously Bonnie’s bag that she kept her dance clothes in.
Your observation of the room was interrupted as you heard booming footsteps coming from what you assume was the kitchen. Moments later the towering form of Bonnie strolled into the room, drinking from a water bottle as she walked.
Her curly ginger hair was currently pulled back into a ponytail, which draped down to her middle back. She was wearing some casual clothes, a simple black top which hugged her chest tightly and had a fairly deep neckline, and a pair of orange shorts which hugged her shapely rear and left most of her long, toned legs on full display. Her bare feet compressed the carpet beneath her as she walked.
She hummed a small tune as she drank and moved closer to the couch, grabbing a remote for the tv as she went.
You decided it would be a good idea to get her attention now before she put on the tv.
“Bonnie!” You yelled as loudly as you could, hoping to not wear your throat out by shouting for a prolonged period, and her icy blue eyes darted around the room, looking for the source of the noise. After several seconds of looking, her eyes settled on you, your waving arms catching her attention, and her pale, freckled face lit up with a smile.
“Hiya little guy, what’s a wee thing like yourself doing in here? You’re not trying to spy on me, are ya?” She giggled, obviously joking, before making her way over to you. Her thudding footsteps were lighter than many of the giantesses you were familiar with, surprising given her height, but even still they threw you off balance slightly. Stopping directly in front of you, her toes wiggling excitedly, Bonnie stood tall above you and did nothing for a few seconds and looked down at you. It was honestly an intimidating sight, even though you knew she wasn’t malicious in any way towards you.
She bent down and placed her free hand down, palm up, and gestured for you to climb on. Raising back to her full height she raised you up to her face and took a close look at you, eyes glinting in recognition now that she could see you closely.
“Oh, hiya Anthony, what brings you by?” She smiled, her faint accent laced throughout her words.
“I had a free day and just came by to see if you wanted to hang out for a bit, maybe get to know each other a bit better?” You replied, which caused Bonnie to grin slightly.
“Ooh, so you want to ‘get to know me better’ do you?” She winked. “Very forward of you Anthony, you cheeky devil!”
You quickly started stammering to try and correct what you assumed was a misunderstanding on her part, before she chuckled and continued, cutting you off.
“I’m only kidding Anthony... or am I?” She winked, before moving to the couch.
Depositing you on the armrest near the door, you looked behind you at the long drop down to the open gym bag, filled with Bonnie’s dance gear, with caution.
Bonnie stretched out on the couch. Laying so her feet were placed at your end of the couch and her head was propped against the other one, propping her head up with a pillow.
“I was planning on chilling and watching the telly for a little while anyway,” she said, holding up the tv remote before setting it down on the arm rest behind her head. “But I’d say that some conversation would be better. God, you just look so cute down there. I hope you don’t mind my feet down there with you, haven’t had a chance to shower yet, they aren’t too smelly, are they?”
It was true that her feet did smell a bit, and there was a light sheen of sweat on them, likely from an earlier workout, but it wasn’t unbearable and you didn’t want to be rude so you just shook your head.
“N-no, it’s fine.”
She smiled, and leaned back against the pillow behind her head, getting comfortable.
“So, what did you want to talk about?” She asked.
1) You and Bonnie spend some time getting to know each other, and have a pleasant conversation with no incidents.
2) You and Bonnie spend some time getting to know each other, but she starts flirting and teasing you.
3) Bonnie gets a call from her dance studio about covering a class, she accidentally knocks you into her bag without noticing and takes you with her without realising.
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