It was a bright sunny summer morning on the west coast town of Black Reef, a oddly ominous name for a southern Cali town with beautiful beaches, great year round weather and positive vibes the state is famous for. Well friendly to Abigail Caspond at the least but this mother of four in her late forties has several advantages that many do not, for one she is a beloved local who owns and operates "Abby's Surf Shack" a small little beach side eat in that offers surfboard rental and lessons. She is also a friendly and positive person who can make friends in many walks of life, she never allows things such as one beliefs, lifestyles or even politics to get in the way, making her many friends with very different views. Oh and that is also the fact that the shrinking epidemic that ravaged this world over seventy years ago now does not affect her in the slightest. She can get out of bed, head downstairs and brew some coffee and it would not be a life or death grueling endeavor like it would for the one inch tall taffy bodied folk who are affected. Abigail never felt how painful it must be to stretch beyond the limits a human can or be mooshed into a tan puddle with the slap of a hand. Nor has she ever experienced the ordeal of being formed into some object and used to the disinterest or cruel pleasure of a giantess tormentor.
It's the first day of summer early in the morning, Abby's gentle voice is carried through her lovely home as is the delectable smell of the breakfast she is making. She is humming lightly as her wide hips sway side to side, flipping pancakes with one hand and frying bacon with the other.
"Almost done dears."
Abby announce to the room the joy in her voice thick and understandable, it has been months since she has had all the babies in the same house. This summer was gonna be great!
"Why the hell do you need to know what I am doing today!?"
A little voice roared or tried it's best making a deep squeak from the dinning table, Abby is sure he sounds more convincing close. Abby is wearing a breezy summer dress that clung to her figure like a second skin, with a apron happily retrieved from the closest, it had huge red and pink hearts on it and said "World's Best Mom", a title she felt deserved. You could hear Holly's annoyed sigh at Vince's stubborn refusal of her concerned question.
"Well bro I am kinda worried when all you are telling us is you will be out today."
She shot back not raising her own voice but glaring down, she was dressed still in her PJ's long loose comfy pants and a long loose tee that had "Team USA" Olympics on it. Her short brown hair fizzed and ruffled in a tangle mess, Holly Caspond does not do anything in the morning until she has had a meal. She has been probing Vince about his mysterious day today, he refuses to let anyone know what his plans are. Abby would be lying if you were not concerned but you want to give him space.
"Hmmph, don't want or need my baby sister to baby sit me."
Vincent Caspond made a face as he fired back, despite seeing himself as the most mature of your children he can be quite childish. He was already dressed and ready, he was the second person Abby saw today before getting ready to cook breakfast. He was dressed sharply with a striped dress shirt tucked in to black pants looped around with a belt fitted for a guy his size, despite being so small tiny clothing is quite pricey especially that leather belt. When Abby bought these things her friend Carm joked.
"Why even buy them nice clothes, they always end up destroyed sooner or later."
Abby politely nodded to her and did not disagree, because she was not wrong. But while she adored her sons self-reliant and confidence, which showed with his fierce green eyes and sleeked back dark blond hair she just hoped he will learn common sense and caution. His demeanor and attitude going so quick on the defensive has made almost every encounter with non-affectives into constant kidnappings and abuse. She was just happy that Claire her first born chipped him years ago.
Abby also found him so adorable acting all independent and adult like.
Claire Caspond your eldest daughter who inherited all of Abby's looks, the swelling chest that makes it a pain to shop for bras and the rear that chews through thongs like a termite through wood. She is silent like usual watching her younger siblings argue back and forth, her faded calm green eyes ping ponging between the two as they spew fire, a slight smile on her plump lips as she sips her steaming coffee. Claire was the very first one in the house to be awake and ready, Abby found her reading the newspaper and sipping her first mug of coffee on the couch, now at the dinning table she is on her second cup and nearly done with her two slices of buttered toast.
Her smooth long blonde hair is tied tightly in a long ponytail, it fell long past her shoulders and draped her back. She was wearing her working uniform already, her dark black dress pants that hugged her plump rear that cushioned the chair she was plopped in, well shined dark blue shoes that she kept maintained and cleaned, her white buttoned up dress shirt that she could not button up all the way, her massive chest would pop them off and she knew this despite getting the largest size they had. So a hint of her tanned cleavage that looked moist with sweat already this early in the morning was displayed. Her badge and phone were laid out in front of her to the side, perfectly apart in length.
Abby's daughter was a Enforcer for the CTC, which meant it fell to her to track down and punish license breakers and look for missing tinies who have been chipped. She took this job after Harold her father went missing, she wanted to help make a world where no tiny can disappear with no trace. If that meant these tinies would have less freedoms then others she felt it was worth it.
It's not like Claire joined the CTC to power-trip and trick tinies into licenses, no it was the opposite as a Enforcer she has used her powers to make sure people and companies are actually following guidelines. Sure this did mean that if a tiny did sign a contract and wanted out she did deliver them back to the eager hands of their owners, but they did sign a agreement after all. It's why Abby taught her boys to read everything twice before signing, simple right? But Claire has cracked down on people using tinies with no licenses, a thing Enforces can do but it is never heard about, she also said she wished these people would get sterner punishments besides warnings.
As Claire calmly sipped her coffee and enjoyed her younger siblings quarreling two heavy steps came padding down the stairs, soon enough the last two residents of the house came in the kitchen. The smell of breakfast no doubt made the two lazy heads wake up finally. The pale full figured visage of Dorothy bounced in the kitchen, she was wearing all black and white like usually this hard rule extended to her sleeping wear it seemed. Which was a striped crop top and tight black shorts both of which clung onto her slightly chubby body like a second skin, her short green and black hair was bedheaded in all directions and her hazel eyes had dark bags under them as always. Abby smiled as she struggled to get her chair still waking up, she loves her older boy's girlfriend and found it fun that the goth look that she also rocked in school is still in these days.
Dorothy Blaire has become like a second daughter to Abby, she has been living here for two years after all. It helped when Claire moved out to make the home still feel full. She works and helps run her families comic shop but Abby does not make her pay any bills, it was nice to have another woman home that she can talk to and watch old horror movies with. Abby loved her for Harry but wished he can do more for his girlfriend.
"Heya....what's going on guys."
Dorothy mumbled in a half awake tone, as she struggled to keep her eyes open, making the mental struggle if she should just use this cold table as a pillow. When Abby plopped down a fully loaded plate of goodness that finally fully awoken the sleepy goth.
Before she can dig into her food she catches a glare from Claire and she is remined of something important, she quickly plunges a hand into her top and plucks out a small tan blob that could only be Harry. The blob pulses and wiggles until soon enough Harry was fully formed. With a heavy sigh from Claire everyone began to eat, enjoying the pancakes, eggs and bacon.
"Ahh, babe that was a rough one."
Harry said in a more light annoyed way then angry as he stretches out his now reformed bones. Harold (Harry) Caspond Abby's oldest boy is wearing no shirt and polka dot boxers. He has long messy blond hair and a full beard to match. He was as laid back and chill as always, Vince looked at his older brother disapproving. He hated how Harry was fine with Dorothy crushing and even using him but has stopped saying so outloud, Abby taught him to respect others personal lives.
"Sorry babe you know how I am in the morning."
The giant goth says to her tiny love, Harry just smiles as he tears a clump of syrup covered pancake, making a mess of himself.
Abby found the pair adorable.
As he bites into the hot sticky pancake wad that was the size of his head Dorothy's eyes were practically heart shaped. It was stark contrast to Claire's cold piercing and distrusting glare at her brothers girlfriend.
Abby never know why Claire disapproves of Dorothy and is so protective of Harry but she respects their relationship for the most part, she keeps an cold watchful eye that makes Dorothy sweat nervously as she tries to wash down three pancakes with a full glass of milk.
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