Heather
had not realized that she still had the capacity to feel like she was
intruding in Emily's life anymore.
Over
the past few months, during which she had spent almost every night
curled up against the giant girl, she had seen so much of her
personal life. It wasn't merely that one of her duties, a duty that
she had come to look forward to herself, was to service Emily
sexually. She had seen the girl be intimate with other people, stress
out over assignments for her classes, and even cry the way she
clearly would have if she had been truly alone. For better or worse,
Heather had truly thought she had seen every aspect of the girl's
life.
But
sitting on the desk in Emily's childhood bedroom, listening to her
and her parents play a boardgame somewhere in the distance, made her
shift uncomfortably.
She had
spent the long car ride dangling from the long necklace that was part
of the jewelry set that Izzy had given her. Unlike the choker, the
long thin golden necklace didn't strain her shoulders as much but it
also left her dangling in Emily's cleavage. Even with the thick
sweater the girl had been wearing during the drive, Heather found
herself being battered between Emily's now hill-sized breasts. She
had also been below the dashboard, and so she had no way of knowing
how close they were to the girl's home until the car came to a
complete stop.
Heather
had heard the excited squeal of Emily's mother before the giantess
had even opened the door. The moment Emily had stepped out, Heather
had been smashed between their chests, uncomfortably aware of how the
older woman's breasts squished against her daughter's. Everything
turned into a loud roar as the gigantic family talked, snow crunching
beneath their feet and doors slamming all around.
The
shrunken woman had started to think that Emily must have a large
family until they all finally settled down in a living room with an
incalculably large Christmas Tree and Heather had been able to see
that it was just Emily and her parents. The conversation thundered on
and on, making Heather's ears ring as every one of Emily's slight
movements made her body swing and sway. Her own stomach rumbled and
her mouth grew dry while Emily munched on cookies and sipped a mug of
hot cocoa.
Even
though she had already learned how to tune out booming voices at her
new size, letting it wash over her world like a thunderstorm, she had
still felt like she was a trespasser in the cavernous home.
Which
is why she had yelped in fright, ready to beg forgiveness, when an
enormous hand invaded her world. “Oh, is this her? Your little
pet?” The fingers were similar in size and shape to Emily's but
there were no rings adorning them. The woman's grip was firmer than
Emily's, forcing air from Heather's lungs and making her whine as she
was nearly pulled off of the necklace.
“Mom,”
Emily's whine rumbled through Heather's body, “You have to be more
gentle.”
“Don't
break it, Teresa,” the masculine basso of Emily's father roared
somewhere in the distance.
Emily's
familiar ringed fingers encroached on the world and Heather gasped
for breath as they opened her mother's hand up. She found herself
staring up into a huge face at once familiar while also shockingly
strange. Heather could instantly spot the family resemblance in the
shape of the woman's face but they had different noses and Emily's
mother's lips were a little fuller. The older giantess also wore
glasses over her dark eyes, which widened in shock as they raked over
Heather's naked frame.
A faint
gasp escaped those full lips and she immediately looked at her
daughter, “Emily, she's naked.”
“Yeah,
Mom, she's a shrinkee,” there was an annoyed, almost petulant,
exasperation that came through Emily's voice that Heather had never
heard before.
“You
cannot go around wearing a naked woman, shrinkee or not, at
Christmas!”
“What's
the big deal?!” Heather winced as Emily's voice rose in volume, “Do
you think people aren't going to be wearing shrinkees at Christmas
Eve Mass? I know for a fact that Julia DeMarco will be!”
“Julia
DeMarco is just like her mother,” Emily's mom bellowed, “Tacky,
tacky, tacky!”
The
enormous pair continued to thunder at each other, rising from their
seats and stomping through the house as they went. All while Heather
dangled with each of Emily's steps, her ears ringing and her whimpers
of pain going ignored by the arguing giantesses above her.
The
conversation never actually stopped, even when Emily had gently
slipped her off of the necklace and set her down on an immense
crafting table. Her owner continued to argue that no one would notice
Heather's naked body even while the girl's mother measured Heather
and began to quickly sew scraps of fabric together. She could barely
comprehend what was happening until it was over and the scarlet
fabric was being tugged down her body by powerful fingers.
She had
looked down with wide eyes to find herself in a skimpy form fitting
red dress with white fur on the bust.
“You
think this is better?” Emily had scoffed with her arms crossed in
front of her chest, “She looks like she's ready to go to Santacon
and play with some guy's North Pole.”
“No
she doesn't,” the older giantess boomed, “She looks nice and
Christmasy.”
That
night Emily had told her not to worry about the dress and that she
would only have to wear it for a few days. Heather had nodded along
and gently kissed the girl's fingertip but she had remained silent,
knowing that the girl didn't want to hear how thankful she was to
have clothes once more.
Heather
had never thought she would miss her embarrassing maid's dress but as
the weather had gotten colder and she had become small enough for
Emily to wear, she yearned for anything to ward off chilly air.
She had
been expecting her days to have a similar rhythm to how they did when
Emily was at school but when Heather awoke that first morning to find
herself staring at Emily's slumbering form, she had to remind herself
that the girl was officially on vacation. In the house that Emily
shared with Lex, Heather now spent most of her nights inside Emily's
panties but she knew that in the giantess's childhood home, her place
would be on the girl's nightstand, which meant that she had nowhere
to go as Emily slept in.
Nor had
she any place to go after the girl got up and stomped off to some
other part of the enormous house. Heather found herself, for the
first time since Emily had claimed ownership over her, an
afterthought. She was left on the girl's nightstand or desk, forced
to listen to the distant thunder of her spending time with her
parents.
She had
quickly come to know the band posters on Emily's walls, which were
often lit only by a string of fairy lights that the giantess must
have tacked up at some point in her life. The narrow twin bed the
girl slept on was just as much of a mess as the one in her own home
but it seemed cuter and more child-like, not only because it was
smaller but because of the classic white frame around it. Looking
around the room, it was easy to imagine the type of girly-girl that
Emily must have been as a child and how that childhood interest had
slowly shifted over her adolescence until she became the gothic
giantess she now was. The room had never completed the transformation
that Emily had though, it was forever stuck in that moment of
navigation between girlhood and womanhood.
It
would have been weird to stumble upon the room at her original height
but at her current size, it was extremely disorienting. A strange
reminder that the giantess that ruled her life really was just a
college kid, barely old enough to drink and nowhere near as removed
from discovering herself as she appeared to be.
Approaching
footsteps broke Heather's reverie and Emily herself strode into the
room, her dark socked feet pounding the thin peach-colored carpet of
her childhood bedroom. The dark slacks she wore had a faint plaid
pattern to them, barely noticeable even at Heather's small size, and
the maroon sweater she wore stretched a little bit past her waist.
Her dark eyes settled on the shrunken woman immediately, and her for
once red lips spread into a smile.
“Merry
Christmas, Hot Mom,” her voice boomed as she snatched up a pair of
suede booties from her suitcase. She settled down in front of her
desk and tugged them on, zipping them shut with a quick flick of her
wrist. “Or well, Merry Christmas Eve, I guess,” the desk shook
beneath Heather's knees from Emily setting her elbow down and then
resting her chin in her hand, “I hope you haven't been too bored in
here.”
Her
other hand drifted forward and its index finger gently drifted up
Heather's body, making her shudder with pleasure. When it started to
float away, she gripped it with both hands and tried to pull it back
toward her face. The giantess giggled and followed her movements so
that she could kiss and nuzzle its tip. After a moment, she called
up, “I'm fine.”
“I'm
glad you're enjoying this vacation as much as I am,” Emily cooed as
her hand drifted away from Heather and then grabbed her phone from
where it had been charging on her nightstand. She flicked through it
and then let out a low 'aww' before turning the huge screen toward
her shrunken pet, “Look at Lex and Siggy.”
Lex was
clearly seated at a kitchen table in what looked like a small
apartment dressed in a festive sweater, while Siggy obviously stood
up on their lap reaching for what appeared to be half a cookie that
dangled from the giant's fingers.
“So
cute,” Emily announced as she turned the screen away and
immediately started tapping a comment out with her thumb.
Heather
simply shuddered, the sight instantly reminding her that Lex made
Siggy exercise to stay thin and they'd certainly make the shrunken
girl pay for that cookie later. If she ever truly got to have it at
all.
Huge
fingers wrapped around Heather and she yelped as Emily rose to her
feet, her eyes still on her phone. The giantess's hand lifted the
tiny woman up and it was then that Heather noticed the thin golden
necklace draped across her owner's chest. She stretched her arms up
before the magnetic bracelets forced her to and only let out the
faintest of yelps when her wrists were tugged into place against the
necklace. Then she was dangling and swaying with each of Emily's
thunderous footsteps while the girl grabbed a fashionable leather
jacket that fell down to her thighs and shrugged into it.
The
enormous house blurred by and then Heather was hit by a blast of cold
as the giantess stepped outside. Snow crunched beneath her boots and
the little woman watched Emily's eyes briefly flicker down to wear
rock salt was already clinging to the toe of her boot before they
glanced at Heather, instantly changing the annoyance on her face to a
smile. She got into the backseat of her parents car and Heather
breathed a sigh of relief when the seatbelt pressed down just beneath
her dangling form.
None of
the giants spoke as they drove but Emily's father hummed along to the
Christmas music on the radio. The ride was short and when Emily
stepped out, Heather could hear the rumbling sound of many giants
talking at once. Shoes thumped across asphalt and Heather's view was
briefly too rattled to make sense of what was going on before she
caught sight of the enormous church.
Emily's
parents hurried on inside but the giantess drifted back and then
stopped when her parents told her that they would hold a space for
her. Heather's world rose and fell as the girl breathed a sigh of
relief at the edge of the parking lot. Then Heather heard the soft
hum of the giantess's vape pen and again her body was lifted by the
giantess's expanding chest.
“I
don't think Father Anthony would be happy if he knew you were out
here smoking doobies,” a masculine voice rumbled from somewhere
behind Emily, obviously joking.
The
excited squeal that the giantess let out made Heather yelp in pain
before the whole world spun about. “Oh my God, Danny!” The
shrunken woman only made out a wall of wool before she was smashed
against it, buried between Emily's breasts and the immense muscular
chest.
The
powerful masculine scent of the giant overwhelmed Heather. After
months of being surrounded by enormous girls with only Lex's
non-binary presence to give her a hint of anything different, the
shrunken woman had forgotten how men could smell and feel. She found
herself wriggling against the young man's sweater, trying to feel the
developed chest that she knew was beneath.
But it
was pulled away too soon, leaving her gasping for more as Emily
looked her friend up and down, her hands lingering on his shoulders.
“I thought you were spending Christmas in Boston,” the giantess
boomed.
“Found
a cheap flight last week and decided it'd be better to come rather
than never hear the end of it,” Heather's neck craned back to take
in the full flapping lips that hovered somewhere above Emily's head.
The giant, Danny, was clearly tall and while he was starting to fill
out there was still a hint of a gangly awkward teen in the way he
moved but there was also an easy confidence in the way he ran a hand
through his dark floppy hair and wrapped a friendly arm around
Emily's shoulders.
The
girl giggled and practically melted against his frame as he pulled
her in close and took her vape pen from her. The giant took a long
toke while Emily playfully slapped his chest, and the large cloud
came out of him amidst a laugh, “Mhm, that's good enough that I
think I should confiscate this.”
She
laughed too, taking it back and having her own quick hit, “You were
always the worst altar boy.”
“Or
was I the best altar boy?” Danny countered before taking another
hit, “Do you think Father Francis wasn't high every Sunday at the
end? Who do you think got him that weed?”
“No,”
Emily squealed, “You didn't!”
Danny
shrugged and then tightened his grip around the giantess before
pressing his lips against the top of her head, “I love what you've
done with your hair, by the way.”
“Thanks,
I've been wanting to do it all semester but only just got around to
it,” she sighed, “We should probably get in there, right?”
The
giant checked his watch, “Probably.”
Heather
watched as Emily reached up and grabbed the edge of his jacket, her
fingers playing with it, “I wish I had known you were going to be
in town, it's been way too long since we hung out.”
“Well,
I'm here for a couple of days and my brother has a thing the day
after Christmas and my dad will be working so if you want to come
by...” Danny smirked, “We can at least enjoy more of this.”
He
wiggled the vape pen in front of her before she snatched it back and
slid it into her pocket. “Deal,” she said, giving him a tight
side-hug.
They
walked side-by-side for a few moments before pulling apart as they
neared the church, which they entered a few paces apart from each
other. Heather could feel Emily's heart thumping with excitement
behind her as she joined her family at the pew, and it continued to
flutter throughout the long mass every time she glanced in the
giant's direction.
Heather
struggled to follow along with the Catholic ceremony but it was hard
to concentrate since every time Emily kneeled to pray or rose back
up, she was tossed about against the giantess's breasts. Eventually,
she simply gave up and let the sound and lights wash over. When Emily
received Communion, she could feel the priest's eyes on her but she
didn't even bother to look up, not wanting to find pity or worse in
the giant's gaze.
When
Emily and her family returned home that night, they all went straight
to bed. Emily had kicked off her shoes, and glanced down at them as
she plucked Heather from her necklace before announcing, “You can
deal with those tomorrow.” She set the woman on her nightstand
before flinging off her clothes like she always did and clambering
into her bed, tossing and turning until finally she stilled.
Heather
did find herself on the girl's floor the next morning, scrubbing away
at the marred suede while Emily stomped off dressed in fluffy pajama
bottoms and a baggy t-shirt. While Heather toiled, she could smell
the coffee that the family drank as they opened their presents, a few
gasps of surprise or profuse 'thank yous' reached her ears throughout
the ordeal. That stopped relatively quickly and soon she heard the
familiar sounds of A Christmas Story running on the television
while the giants moved around downstairs.
She
finished cleaning Emily's shoes long before any of the enormous
family members made their way upstairs to shower or get ready. Emily
drifted in and out of her room throughout the day, more dressed down
for Christmas than she had been for Christmas Eve the night before.
Heather was at least thankful when the girl set down a small plate
with turkey and all the trimmings on the floor.
Her
rumbling stomach had sent her scrambling for the food but Emily's
finger had stopped her from jumping onto it. “Hold on, look up
here, Hot Mom,” Heather craned her neck back as commanded and found
herself staring up into the camera on the giantess's phone. She heard
the camera app click several times before Emily boomed, “Perfect.”
The
ground shook as the girl walked off, quickly captioning the photo
while giggling.
After
stuffing herself, Heather lay on the floor, her eyes drooping while
she found herself wondering what Siggy's Christmas was like with
Lex's family. Based on the singular photo she had seen and what she
had overheard, she imagined that the shrunken girl was curled up on
Lex's lap watching Christmas movies while Heather was left to lounge
around Emily's childhood bedroom, far removed from the gigantic
festivities.
For a
brief moment, she envied the girl.
But
then the reality of what Siggy endured as Lex's slave hit her and she
shuddered in fear, reminding herself that holidays were one of the
few treats that the shrunken sorority girl was allowed.
The
rest of the day passed slowly and quietly but Heather found it much
easier to enjoy after her brief mental diversion. When Emily scooped
her up, she kissed the girl's powerful fingers, which elicited a soft
chuckle from the giantess before she set her back down on her
nightstand and whispered, “Merry Christmas, Hot Mom.”
The
next day felt like it was going to be a repeat of all the other slow
days until she noticed Emily fretting over her make-up and clothes.
Christmas Eve already felt like a dream to the shrunken woman but it
came back to her in startling clarity when Emily pulled on tights and
a short plaid skirt that clung to her shapely buttocks. She also put
on a much thinner and formfitting white sweater that would do little
to ward off the cold before her fingers snatched Heather up and
attached her to the choker she had already put on.
Her
chunky heeled chelsea boots thudded loudly down the stairs, each step
jostling Heather enough to make her limbs flail, and the girl's
announcement that she was off to visit Danny echoed through the
house.
Emily's
heart thundered with excitement during the short drive to his house
and though the driveway was empty, she parked on the street in front
of it. Her boots crunched against snow as she practically skipped up
to the door and excitedly knocked. In that last moment, Heather
watched her hands smooth down across the sweater and pull at the
skirt's hem before she quickly stamped her feet against the door mat
to knock loose the clinging bits of snow.
When
the door opened, Heather had only a second before she was again being
buried against the giant. Though this time since she was attached to
the choker, she was pressed into the warm flesh of his neck, where
his aftershave filled her nostrils and made her shudder.
“Hey,”
the giant's baritone rumbled through Heather's body as the pair
pulled apart and the door shut.
“Hey,”
Emily replied with a giggle, as she reached into the pocket of her
jacket and took out her vape pen, “So are we going down to your
basement like we did in high school or...”
“Nah,
that's kinda my little brother's space now, ya know?” Danny
explained as he lead her toward the stairs, “I hung out down there
with him and his friends the night I got into town, it felt... weird
now.”
“That
sucks but I get it...”
They
had made their way halfway up the stairs when Danny paused, “Hey,
did you want anything? A drink or something?”
“I'm
good for right now,” Emily replied before they continued up.
Heather
caught a brief view of the hallway, including a balcony that
overlooked the house's entryway, but then the pair were walking into
a cavernous bedroom. Emily had barely made it in two steps before she
stopped short, causing Heather to flop against the hollow of her
throat.
“No
way, he can't still be this big,” the disbelieving words rumbled
through Heather's body.
Heather's
world pitched forward as Emily leaned down, a giggle already escaping
her lips. A shrunken young man, probably around Emily and Danny's
age, was busy polishing a pair of shoes on the floor. He looked to be
a little taller than Siggy and he immediately stumbled back at
Emily's presence. The frightened yelp that escaped his lips made
Heather wince but it was the way he scrambled forward on hands and
knees to bow down before the giantess that made her blush with
secondhand embarrassment.
“W-welcome,
Emily,” the shrunken man's voice was a stuttering squeak, “Do you
want me to take your shoes off for you?”
He
flinched back as she lifted her chunky boot up and dangled it over
him. “If you think you can, Zach,” she twisted her foot as she
spoke, a dark haughty chuckle escaping her lips as she did. He tugged
at the boots, grunting and panting, while Emily simply glanced over
at Danny, “I can't believe you brought him back with you just for a
few days.”
“Oh
yeah, I stuffed this little bitch in my carryon,” Danny replied,
his approaching footsteps making the shrunken man cower. They both
watched Zach struggle before Danny laughed, “God you're such a
weakling. It's a little boot, just yank it off.”
The
giants laughed while the shrunken man struggled, clearly straining
with every tug.
“You're
so pathetic,” Emily pressed down with her foot and Heather gasped
at the same time the air was knocked from the boy's lungs. He flopped
about beneath her boot, his pleas little more than wheezes. “How
does it feel, Mr. All-American, being beneath my stupid ugly boots
again?” She pressed down harder on the words 'stupid' and 'ugly',
“Did you miss it?”
She
eased off just so the young man could shout, “Yes, Emily.”
“Fuck,”
Emily lifted her foot off of him and then dropped down onto Danny's
bed, making Heather bounce against her neck once more, “I forgot
how much I hated this little fucker. Just seeing him brings back so
much shit from high school.”
The bed
groaned as the giant sat down next to her and wrapped an arm around
her shoulder, “Sorry, at this point, I've forgotten most of it
because well... he's been my little bitch for like four years.”
“Mhmm,”
Emily hummed as she put the vape pen to her lips and took a long
drag.
The
giant took the vape when she passed it to him and they sat there in
companionable silence, releasing huge clouds every few seconds.
Heather's eyes drooped slightly from the rhythmic sensation of
Emily's long tokes but she was jarred back to reality when the
giantess bent down and tugged her boots off. She didn't aim for the
shrunken man but she certainly didn't try not to hit him when she
threw her shoes to the floor and then started to clamber back onto
the bed.
The
little man's yelp was quickly covered by the groaning bedsprings and
Heather found herself staring up at the ceiling. The world shuddered
and the bed continued to groan before a shadow played across the
world; Danny was laying on his side with an arm wrapped around
Emily's waist. His rich baritone rumbled across the sky, “Hey.”
“Hey,”
Emily's hand played across his arm before settling on his elbow and
leading his arm so that it wrapped around her a little tighter. He
cuddled closer and Heather shuddered as the heady scent of his
aftershave, deodorant, and natural manly musk rolled over her. His
gigantic body lowered further and then Heather could hear the sound
of their gigantic lips pressing against each other.
She
watched his immense hand easily slide beneath Emily's sweater and
rush to her breast. When he squeezed and kneaded it, Emily let out an
excited moan before the gigantic pair shifted so she could wrap her
arms around his hips.
Heather's
world was composed solely of the giants' necks as she squirmed
against Emily, aroused by the sound of them making out. Whenever the
pair pulled apart for air, she could see Emily's hands rubbing across
his waist; playing against his belt, teasingly slipping inside the
waistband, and inevitably grabbing him by the belt loops of his jeans
and pulling him in close for another kiss. She also could see the
bulge that was growing within the giant's pants and she knew that it
was a thick beast that was straining against denim.
She let
out her own unbidden wanting whine at the same time Emily started to
nod her head excitedly. Danny's giant hands tugged down her skirt and
then her tights, revealing her bare flesh and the lacy black panties
that she had put on that morning.
The
world shifted as Emily sat up, her sweater flying up around Heather's
world so quickly the tiny woman could do nothing but shout in
surprise. Across from her stood the firm muscular chest of Danny,
dark manly hairs covered his frame and Emily's fingers ran through
them while she let out an excited giggle.
She
then dropped her hands to his belt and its jingling drew Heather's
gaze.
The
thick member flopped out and then instantly stood to attention.
“Fuck,”
Emily breathed, the cock looking even larger as her dainty fingers
wrapped around it, gently squeezing and then pumping it, “I always
knew it had to be big...”
“That's
ok, right?” Danny asked, while opening a condom wrapper.
“Definitely,”
Emily replied as she laid back down and started to spread her legs.
Danny
leaned down and kissed her once more.
The
moment he slid inside of her though, Heather could feel the shock go
through Emily's body. She had seen and heard the giantess have sex
with women several times over the past few months, especially since
she had gotten close with Izzy, but she had never been close enough
to experience every single one of the giantess's shudders and moans.
Each
one of Danny's thrusts rocked Heather about while Emily's
pleasure-filled groans rattled her bones. The bed shook beneath them,
the whole world seemingly shaking with every one of their movements
to Heather while her entire body was overwhelmed by their breathy
words. The giant was attentive and kind, constantly asking if what he
was doing made Emily feel good and her responses were always an
enthusiastic whining 'yes' with only the occasional 'harder' or
'right there' to break it up.
That
more than anything made warmth stir within Heather's own loins.
She
pulled at the choker while she rubbed her thighs together,
desperately wishing that she could finger herself in time with the
couple's powerful thrusts. Heather found herself begging the pair to
notice her, to play with her, but the pleas fell on deaf ears as the
giants fucked, swallowed up entirely by the slapping of flesh against
flesh and the hungry kisses they shared.
And
then she felt it; a sudden electricity running through Emily's body.
The
giantess's orgasmic shout shook Heather so hard that the tiny woman
found it difficult to draw breath, especially as she was tossed about
by the girl's sudden shudders. Danny continued to pound away for a
moment, gasping and grunting as he came a few seconds later, his
whole body deflating quickly while Emily's orgasm continued to roll
through her for a long moment.
Heather's
ears were still ringing as Danny dismounted and stood up while
Emily's hand reached to pull him back to the bed. His words sounded
almost normal in her ringing ears as he danced away, “Hold on, let
me get this cleaned up first.”
He
walked to the foot of the bed and then squatted down, “Hey, bitch,
get over here...”
Emily's
laughter rattled the tiny woman's body and suddenly Heather was
rocketing into the sky from the girl sitting up. She couldn't get a
clear view because of the bed but she knew that Danny's slave was the
one cleaning him up and based on the way that Emily let out a soft
excited squeak, she knew that Zach wasn't using a towel.
The
giant grinned as he clambered back onto the bed, kissing Emily before
the pair laid down beside each other. Heather found herself draped
across the boy's shoulder as Emily cuddled against him, her finger
making lazy circles in the giant's chest hair.
“Does
he do that every time?”
“Every
time.”
“Hot.”
The
pair laughed, which turned into another brief kiss and finally two
long contented sighs.
“Hmm,
I don't know about you but I'm kinda hungry after that.”
Emily
simply shrugged and then gently bit his neck.
Large
powerful fingers slipped around Heather and she stiffened with fear
as the giant boomed, “How about I just grab this little snack?”
Heather
felt her magnetic manacles start to pull away before Emily's hand
pushed his away and she snapped back against the choker. “Nooo,”
her whine was almost cutesy, “You can't eat Hot Mom.”
The
giant laughed, “Hot Mom?”
“Yeah,
it's what I called her before she shrank.”
Heather's
racing heart slowed as the giant let out a snort, “That's cute.”
Emily
let out a low contented sigh before kissing his jaw, “You're cute.”
“Thanks,”
he boomed before kissing the top of her head and tousling her hair,
he then reached over to the nighstand and when his hand came back he
was taking another long hit from the vape pen. When he released it,
he spoke, “Hey, I thought you had a girlfriend at school. Like,
I've seen her in your stories or something...”
“Oh,”
Emily shrugged, “That's Izzy and... it's not serious.”
If the
giant sensed the hurt in Emily's voice, it clearly didn't bother him,
“Oh so you guys aren't exclusive?”
Her
body shook with a bitter laugh, “Obviously not.”
Danny
nodded and took another hit before passing it to Emily, who simply
shook her head.
“I'm
just glad that your single for once,” she said while cuddling
closer, “I feel like we've always been missing each other, you
know?”
Danny
remained silent.
Heather's
own heart started to race at the boy's sudden stillness and she was
shaking her head several long agonizing seconds before Emily pulled
back from his shoulder. “Danny,” her voice was firm and clearly
annoyed, “You and Michelle are broken up, right? You broke up at
the start of the semester.”
“Uh,
well, we did, yeah,” the giant's voice was no longer commanding or
confident, it was the awkward stammering of a boy who had been caught
with his hand in the cookie jar, “But we, um, we got back together
around Homecoming...”
“Jesus
fucking Christ!” Emily roared and Heather's world became a blur as
she launched out of bed and whirled around the room, frantically
putting on clothes, “How could you fucking- AH!”
The
tiny woman's ears rang like a bomb went off next to her.
This
time the pair's enormous words were little more than muffled
rumbling, like a parade of trucks going by outside the window. It
didn't matter though, Heather knew what they were saying. Danny was
trying to convince her that she hadn't just helped him cheat on his
girlfriend, probably saying that they hadn't had any conversations
about exclusivity, while Emily undoubtedly pointed out that you
generally don't expect to have those conversations with someone you
were previously exclusive with after you get back together. They
roared at each other for a little longer than Heather expected but it
ended the only way it could.
Emily
stormed out of the house, got into her car, and drove to the nearest
parking lot, where she proceeded to cry. All while Heather hung from
her neck, her body shaking with each of the girl's ugly choking sobs.