This choice: "I forgive you, let's give our relationship another chance." (Reserved) • Go Back... Looking up at your beautiful ex-girlfriend, your mind became flooded with conflicting emotions. There was still surprise from the very fact that she had even showed up at your apartment a mere hour ago. There was lust as you were reminded of just how beautiful Tara was, as seeing her in the flesh made you realize just how little your memory served her justice. There was even a hint of paranoia, as you still couldn't shake the feeling that Tara was only talking to you in hopes of getting you to serve her again as her bra or panties.
Yet more than all of those emotions, there was a romantic joy after what you just saw the redhead do. Having not only protected you from a giantess stranger, but even going as far as to stand up for you; it was an unbridled kindness you hadn't experienced in years. You've been a Tiny your whole life, as countless of other men have been ever since the shrinking epidemic first struck 25 years ago. While the world was mostly as it had been, there was an undeniable change in attitude towards Tinies that women were having as time went on. At it's best, you'd describe it as a casual indifference, with most women treating Tinies the same as themselves, regardless of their size handicap and vulnerability. This type of attitude certainly stemmed from the fact that Tinies were practically invincible, having incredibly malleable bodies that would still manage to reform even after the most intense of mangling, which is why it was so common for you to be crushed during your everyday life.
At it's worse, though, were the small percentage of women who were actively cruel towards men, taking advantage of their small stature to either take their frustrations out upon, or worse yet, steal them for their own malicious purposes. Obviously these types of women were far and few between, but it was becoming equally as rare, if not more so, to meet a woman who was willing to stand up for Tinies like yourself. Especially with how much public support the Center for Tiny Citizenship, a federal organization tasked with protecting the rights of Tiny citizens, had been gaining in recent memory.
But the Center for Tiny Citizenship, or C.T.C., was a whole other can of worms that was only going to distract you from the current situation at hand.
You looked back up at your beautiful ex, still floored by the rare kindness she so effortlessly had just expressed, and realized that it had warmed your heart enough to change your perception of her. She had been respectfully waiting for you to make a decision, which only further proved to you that she was a changed woman.
"As for what we were talking about earlier, Tara," you said as she repositioned herself to not appear as desperate for your response. "I forgive you, I mean it."
Tara instantly began smiling at your words, and it beamed from her pretty face down to you. You couldn't see a hint of maliciousness behind her plump lips, and felt at ease with her, just as you had when you first started dating. "Thank you, Anthony. That means a lot."
"And Tara," you started speaking again as soon as she finished, as you had not wanted to back down from what you were about to say next. "I... if you really mean everything you said, let's do it." Her eyes widened behind her glasses in shock, and you decided to reiterate your point to further put her at ease. "Let's give us another chance."
"Really?!" Tara exclaimed loudly before taking a deep breath to calm herself down. She leaned in closer to you as to not draw more attention to your table at the restaurant, and as she exhaled her warm coffee-flavored breath rolled over you. "Really?" she whispered to you, reeling back as she saw you nod. "Oh! Thank you, Ant! Thank you so much, baby!" Her excitement was getting to the better of her causing her to bounce her legs and shake the table. It would've annoyed you, but you were too entranced by her heavy jiggling chest to even notice it. She looked back down at you and blushed, fully aware of her alluring wardrobe choice.
Bringing her hands up to the table and over to you, she held them out towards you. "I promise I'll never do anything to make you uncomfortable again, I swear." She extended her pointer out to you, gesturing a handshake. You smiled and walked over to her fingertip, which was slightly bigger than you, and brought both your hands to it for a shake. Her orange acrylic nail was cold to the touch, but her delicate skin was soft and inviting.
As you shook, you looked down at your watch and realized the time was 8:50. "Oh shit! I'm going to be late for my first day of my internship."
"Not if I can help it," Tara said as she pulled a few dollars from her purse and dropped them on the table. Without warning, she picked you up and stretched her green shirt forward. Before you could even look down at her endless cleavage, Tara wedged you between the fabric of her white sports bra and her huge breast. "I'm not letting my little man be late for his first day, where's your office?"
****
Over the next 10 minutes, you were battered incessantly by your ex-ex-girlfriend's jiggling, sweaty boobs as she ran 6 blocks from the coffee shop to the M.A.R. law offices in flip-flops. You were pulled out by Tara and she held you in her hand up to her pretty face, making sure she could see you fully reformed before bringing you into the building. She was panting from the exercise as cardio was not her strong suit, and she hadn't had enough time to bring you back to your apartment to change into more business appropriate and clean clothing, but you were nevertheless grateful. "Thanks Tara, I owe you one," you said as you finished reforming.
"It's okay, baby. We'll call it even between us for now." She smiled as sweat dripped down her face and began walking into the building. "I know I'm not the most appropriately dressed right now, but I don't want you to be any later than you already are."
You smiled, knowing she was genuinely interested in seeing you succeed. "Thanks Tara, and don't worry. You look perfect to me." Your giantess girlfriend smiled as she opened the office door to Martinez, Anderson and Roberts. She walked over to the front desk and gave you a big, long kiss, not even acknowledging the woman who was sitting there, Rebecca Lewis. "Give me a call when you're finished, I'll pick you up right here." She placed you down gently on the desk, then proceeded to make direct eye contact with Rebecca. "That's okay, right? That I pick up my boyfriend here at the end of his day?"
Rebecca, completely caught off guard by the casually dressed stranger speaking to her so intently, stammered, "Oh, uh, um... yes." Tara's glare had been giving the woman a message that said 'You're damn right I better find him right here when I come back'.
However, they soon squinted as she grinned, before cheerily saying "Great, thanks!" Tara glanced back down at you and winked, before saying in a professional tone, "Have a good day, Mr. Little," before turning around and heading out the door. You watched your thick girlfriend walk away, completely transfixed on her posterior until she cleared the door, feeling completely ready for the day, if not a little emasculated.
Turning around, you saw Rebecca looking sharply at you before turning back to her computer screen. "9:03."
"Huh?" you asked.
"You're late," she said flatly. Looking back to you, she eyed you up and down. "The other intern is already having orientation with the partners. They’re actually wearing a pant suit.“ The brunette then brought her head back down to you and lowered her voice, taking all the wind out of your sails, "Better get in there, Mr. Little."
You froze momentarily before running and leaping off the desk, sprinting full speed to the conference room. How is your first day going to go?
Option 1:
Not great, but Diane Martinez is still going to give you a chance.
Option 2:
Horrible, Mia Anderson wants to punish you for your unprofessionalism.
Option 3:
It goes fine, and Olivia Roberts wants to reward you for your hard work.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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