The room she was in may have been a mess and smelled of weed, but Vivian would be lying if she didn’t say she was excited. On the contrary, she was practically bouncing in place, her excitement clear to see to any around her. That is if there actually was anyone near her. Currently, the only other person she was sharing the space of the room with was her diminutive boyfriend, the 3-inch beta sitting comfortably on her shoulder yet not quite as eager as her.  

“This is so exciting, right?” Vivian asked, practically bouncing in place. She was well aware of her own energy and constantly kept a hand close to her little lover just in case things were proving too difficult for him to remain seated. He persisted though, even if he wanted to leave.

“Right. Exciting.” Emil’s enthusiasm was in far lesser quantity than his girlfriends. So much so that, despite his rather volatile seat, he found himself dozing off here and there. Anything really to make the time go by faster.

Also, perhaps, the smell of weed was far more effective on his 3-inch frame. It wasn’t like he could do anything about it, but he’d blame that for his lightheadedness.

Vivian was not unaware of her boyfriend’s lack of enthusiasm. In truth, she should have seen this coming.

He was excited when the day began, though that may have been due to the maid outfit she had worn as a sort of surprise for him. A means of winning him over before she dropped the ball so to speak. And it worked. The little beta was beaming for the vast majority of the morning.

The outfit wasn’t anything TOO revealing. It had some modesty to it, only revealing Vivian’s midriff and arms on the upper half while allowing for her to wear tights on the lower. She was told to call it the “tough made” attire. It was made to best show off bodies like hers. Though Vivian got off lucky. Whereas some had to pay to wear it she didn’t. It was part of a standing deal. A deal that contributed to Emil’s sour mood.

By the afternoon, when Emil found out what was going on, his attitude had taken a turn. Enough that there wasn’t much Vivian could do to take him out of it.

“Sabes que te gusta” Vivian smiled. She cocked her head in just the right way so that her lips were above her little lover, all while making sure he didn’t fall from his perch. “You can be in your foul mood all you want, but we both know you do.”

There was only the slightest of glances towards her lips, large enough to cover his torso with ease before Emil turned away from them. He was as stubborn as ever. Still, that didn’t stop Vivian from trying to lighten his mood.

“¿Qué tal un besito para el bebé grande?”

English was not Vivian’s natural language, though she was able to easily pick it up in her household. By high school she had grown so used to it that she nearly forgot her primary. It was only after she had begun to date Emil that she made an effort to retain it, as it proved to be one of her boyfriend’s greater turn-ons.

He loved to hear the dialect coming from her, and even in one of his moods he couldn’t resist the charm for long.

She planted a kiss on the beta’s back, a chill running along the entire length of his body. For Vivian, it was nothing more than a quick peck. But both of them knew that wasn’t the shared case as Emil found his back dripping with perspiration.

“Dammit Vi…” Finally, Emil stood up, the back of his shirt drenched, making it impossible to lie back down without being reminded of his ever-teasing girlfriend.

He was clearly annoyed, harshly pulling off his shirt before throwing the wet mess over his shoulder.

A small part of Vivian was hoping that he had nothing underneath it. Though Emil didn’t exercise as much as she did, if at all, he still had a rather attractive body. Good genes, or something along those lines. So she was a little disappointed to see that he had a muscle shirt on.

Emil looked into his titanic girlfriend’s eyes, unable to ignore her any longer. “There something I can help you with? Or did you just want me to get rid of my shirt?”

Vivian grinned. “A lil bit of both.” Her smile quickly faded, her expression turning inquisitive. “What’s wrong hon? I thought you’d like seeing me in something like this.” The titaness places a hand on her midriff, more specifically her rather impressive abs. “You normally do after all.”

Emil went silent, turning his back towards Vivian and trying to dismiss the question as quickly as it came. “It’s nothing, I promise.”

Unfortunately for him, she wasn’t having any of that. “Oh, don’t give me that. We’ve been dating for years now. Even before you shrunk we caught on to how we’re feeling real quick. If something’s wrong we figure it out like always. And trust me, I know something’s wrong.”

Emil continued to say nothing, his unwillingness to even talk about what was troubling him being a tad bit more than Vivian wished to bear.  She never liked it when he refused to talk, a feeling that was shared when the roles were reversed. Their relationship thrived on them being open with one another. Almost nothing was hidden between the two. So, when one refused to talk it felt like a wall crumbling.

And this is a wall that’s long been coming down. This wasn’t the first time Emil’s mood had soured recently. Before, about a month prior, his expression then was practically the same as it was now. And a month before that was much the same way. It always came about when the two were waiting, here in this room. All while Vivian waited anxiously for her photos to develop.

Right then and there it clicked.

“Emil…” Three times she’s had her photos taken. A means of making a quick buck, as times could prove tough for the two. She was the only one working, after all, a personal trainer for some old gym. Needless to say, money didn’t really flow in at a constant. That said if Emil was against this current attempt towards making money. “Do you not like it when I participate in these photo shoots?”

The 3-inch beta froze up. Slowly, he turned to meet his girlfriend’s eyes once more only to see that they were filled with concern. While obviously, she was the bigger of the two, even more so considering her staggering height and physique, Vivian was soft as soft could be. Those puppy-dog eyes of hers were enough to melt steel. It was no surprise that Emil was practically putty in her hands.

“N-no…it’s not that” Emil hesitated to answer. But that was all it took to confirm Vivian’s worries. Without a word, she brought a hand up to her shoulder. Emil tried to dissuade the coming talk, hoping to show his girlfriend that everything was fine. “Really, Vi, it’s good. I don’t hate these shoots.”

“Emil, please, can we just talk?”

Her voice wasn’t stern or demanding. There was no frustration or anger. There was only the concern of a worried lover. Emil didn’t resist much after. He stepped onto her hand and gave her palm a few taps when finally he was settled in.

There was no great ascent. No building pressure to show the sheer difference in power between the two. As far as handling someone so much smaller than herself there was none better than Vivian. She brought her legs onto the couch and to her chest and rested her chin on her knees. Her ash-white hair was held back in a ponytail yet still wonderfully any light the small waiting room may have held. She was beautiful. The purest example of majesty.

A goddess to Emil, and he had upset her.

“You hate these shoots, don’t you?” Vivian questioned.

Of course, Emil wanted nothing more than to lie to her. To tell her everything was fine, just as he had been doing for months. He endured it all. The ridiculous outfits and poses, with the exception of the maid attire cause he had to admit it was awesome, and the constant calls from her “employer. It was just absurd in his eyes. What was more, it felt wrong.

To him, it felt like he was selling her body for their benefit. He loathed that sort of feeling. So much so that, for the past few months, he was more than willing to hide it. When the two were known to share everything with one another. Now though, he was caught red-handed. Even if he didn’t say it now Vivian was already aware of his feelings.

What use was there in lying now?

“I do” Emil admitted. “I mean, I really do. It just feels wrong, the idea of you having these photos taken of you. Posted online for just about anyone to see. Like, I don’t know how some people can do that with a clear mind. It’s weird, right? Or am I just being unreasonable?”

“I wouldn’t say unreasonable” Vivian argued. She brought Emil closer. As close as she could while not having her face be the only thing he could see. There was sense in Emil’s line of thinking, true, but there were some facts he was overlooking. Minor facts that he could easily have overlooked.

“I mean, think about it Vi. ANYONE can look at those photos. Any guy or girl with good taste. Any basement dweller or married man. Hell, even current couples could look at those photos and think ‘damn’. Right?” And just like that, any sense Emil may have had was now lost to Vivian. Really, it felt more akin to rambling, what he was doing.

“Okay, so let me paint a picture. We have been dating for years, Vi. Since high school and still going strong. So strong in fact that we trust each other completely. Enough that we, at times, grit our teeth for ideas we may not always agree on. So, imagine my surprise when you get offered this opportunity. I thought it was a good idea, at first. A few decent checks for some modest pictures, right?”

Vivian’s confusion just continued to mount. “O…kay?”

“The real kicker was that person who offered you the chance was an old friend of yours. Like a miracle from heaven, yeah? That’s what I thought until I started to think about it. Then I realized, all those things I love about you are just…out there in the world!”

Gradually, Vivian began to understand Emil’s way of thinking, mismanaged though it was. In fact, through all his ramblings she was certain of only one thing. And it was made clear to her towards the end.

“Like, how do I cope with that? All that…that…glory just out there? When it was sorta just my thing…it’s kinda just…just…uh…” Emil was forgetting where exactly he was going with his ranting. That said, it was more than enough for Vivian, who was smiling at her beta boyfriend.

The message was crystal clear to her. Enough that her concerns were the furthest thing from her mind as it became clear just what it was Emil was feeling.

Vivian didn’t say a word as she pulled her phone out of her pocket. Emil’s curiosity skyrocketed. He was unable to discern what his girlfriend was thinking. It was only until she turned her phone towards him that he realized she had been scrolling through pictures. The first of which were tits.

Hers to be specific.

They just filled the screen, from corner to corner, barely contained in a barely appropriate business suit. Above that, the only thing that could be seen of her face was Vivian’s mouth. A coy yet knowing smiling.

That picture alone had tens of thousands of likes and even more reposts with still rising numbers.

Following that was a picture of Vivian’s midsection, sweat-covered, as though she had just finished running a marathon. Emil recognized her clothing there, her standard gym attire. A sports bra and shorts, nothing too extravagant.

While not as popular as her previous post it still brought in high numbers. Again, no greater portion of her face was shown, other than her jaw. As though she knew not to post anything that could be really identifiable, which her red eyes and white hair most definitely were.

Emil was bombarded with a range of emotions. The pictures were hot. Extremely hot. Enough that, though he was not there for them to be taken, Emil was already posting a tent in between his legs. On the other hand, when seeing the still-rising numbers, he wanted to find some way to delete the pictures.

“Emil~” Vivian spoke with her childhood accent once more, drawing in her lovers attention like bait draws in fish. “¡Estás celosa, cariño! You’re jealous, Hon.”

Emil thought on it for a few moments, mouth agape and eyes wide as he tried to process what was told to him. He looked from Vivian and back to the phone, repeating the process a few more times as he came to terms with this information. He couldn’t even deny it at this point. His ramblings and hate of sharing his girlfriend’s beauty. It was as clear as day to him.

“Oh my god…” He was jealous.

This was new to him. He’s never been the jealous one before. He’s gotten glances from women before, both big and small, but he’s never made notice of it before. It was always Vivian who brought it to his attention. Who had it known how he was a magnet for ladies but that it was her who he had. She wasn’t the most vocal in her jealous moments, a simple glare being enough to tell most women that her man was taken. In some cases she’d even throw around her weight, showing that Emil had all he needed with her. As though it were some sort of animal kingdom test of dominance. Needless to say, thanks to her intimidating figure and height, Vivian always won these “confrontations”.

She was the jealous one, it was as simple as that. The fact that he was displaying those sorts of tendencies and emotions was baffling, not just to him but to Vivian as well. But unlike him, the far larger woman was dealing with the revelation in a different manner.

Amazingly, Vivian was keeping the arm that held Emil steady, all while she howled in laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation. “Ohmygod! This is great! Hahaaa, mi bebé está celoso! Amazing!”

“No!” Emil rebuked. “This is not amazing! This is…weird. You’re normally the jealous one.”

“Right!?” Vivian wiped a tear away from her eye, allowing herself to calm down. Her stomach hurt after her fit of laughter, but thankfully she was still able to compose herself just enough that Emil wasn’t in any outright danger. “But look at you know. 3-inches tall yet ready to square up thousands of people. God, I really do have the best boyfriend…”

Vivian cleared her throat, calming herself further so that she can, at least, have a reasonable conversation with her boyfriend.

“Okay, so I get it now.” Vivian understood the root of Emil’s pain. “You’re jealous, and while that MAY be petty to some people, I think it’s actually kinda cute.”

Emil was wide-eyed. “C-cute?”

Vivian’s smile grew wider. “Mhm, cute. Think about it Emil, you’re envious of the fact that…” Vivian shifted her body so that she laid on the entire length of the couch, She ran her free hand from her chest, down her waist, and along her legs. “You no longer have all this to yourself.”

That’s pretty damn accurate if Emil had to say it. “Yes! Exactly!”

Vivian brought her hand closer, bringing Emil closer to her lips. “I bet you just wanna punch each and every one of those people who liked or reposted one of my pictures, huh?”

“That would make me feel MUCH better actually.” He couldn’t help but agree.

“Even if they were as tall as me? Maybe even taller?”

Again, Emil couldn’t deny that was exactly what he wanted. “Even then! I’d drop-kick each of them!”

Before he knew what hit him Vivian’s lips were pushed against Emil’s upper body in a kiss far more passionate than the peck from before. Enough that not only was his shirt wet once again but also his hair. For a brief moment, Vivian had even sucked half of his body into her mouth before letting him fall back onto her palm.

“God, you make me happy. You know that? Here you are, willing to pick fights for me, even if you are as big as a roach. Hell, maybe not even that! You’re honestly amazing, love.”

Emil couldn’t help but blush. The last thing he expected was praise. He awkwardly scratched the back of his head, seemingly embarrassed for his previous outburst and rant. He lowered his head in humiliation only for Vivian’s pinky finger to raise it towards her loving face.

“If you want, I can have Chloe delete the account,” Vivian said. She wasn’t one to put her significant other through something he didn’t exactly approve of. If he really wanted the account deactivated, Vivian would deactivate it. But, she’s far more familiar with jealousy than he was. Enough that she knew how exactly to use it to their advantage. “Or, we can really piss some people off. Seeing as you’re so small, it’s the best way for you to get… ‘even’ with them.”

Emil was confused. “What do you mean by that?”

Ever one to let actions speak louder than words, Vivian raised her hand over her chest, before deciding to tilt it to the point of having Emil slide off and into the cleavage below. More confused than startled the beta could do nothing as his titan of a girlfriend brought her breasts closer together, sandwiching the tiny man between tons of tit flesh. It wasn’t anything he hasn’t experienced before; in fact, this was a common occurrence for them. What came as a surprise though was the sudden sound of a phone’s camera clicking.

Looking up, he saw Vivian tapping away on her phone. She slide her finger across the screen a few times, deep in thought finally being satisfied with what she had. One quick post and she showed Emil had she had done.

Another picture of her breasts, only this time he was there between them. Soaking wet, practically shirtless, and face blurred out. The likes came in almost as quickly as the comments. Some of wonder, asking if the woman they’ve been following had a little boyfriend, or in the words of some of them, a “boy toy”. Others were crude, asking, or rather begging, for Vivian to push her breasts together until he popped.

Finally came the jealous ones. The ones who wanted Emil gone from the photo. Those who were in shock that Vivian was taken by someone so much smaller than themselves. Some of the comments were hurtful, with insults geared towards the beta, not insulting his size but his placement, saying he didn’t deserve such a blessing. Others were crass, asking why she’d ever date a “bug”. The worst ones, however, were those who insulted Vivian, calling her a freak for her choice in relationships.

Both could see that some of the account’s followers were leaving, in droves. Yet for every twenty she lost she gained double that even quicker. For every crude post, there were several kind ones, claiming Emil to be lucky and saying he was “living the dream”. He can’t deny that at that moment, he was.

“People get jealous.” Vivian explained. I get jealous, you get jealous, and hundreds of thousands of strangers get jealous over some random person they never met. It’s natural. Yes, you may not have me just to yourself right now, but you wanna know something you have that they don’t?”

Once more, Vivian squeezed her breasts together, giving Emil a playful bit of pressure. “You can touch. All. You. Want. They can only look. Isn’t that so much better than punching them?”

As much as Emil really wished to deny it, he had to admit that feeling was SO much better. It was like a middle finger to the internet.

“I love you, Hon.” Vivian said as she plucked the beta free from his trappings. She placed him against her lips and gave him an ever so gentle kiss. “Nothing’s ever gonna change that.”

Emil pushed further into the kiss. It felt so much better than it should. It was the relief that flooded his body. It had to be. The warmth he felt, the love and certainty that he was with who he should be was all too clear. This was perfection.

That, or he was pitching another tent.

A door slammed open in the room, ruining the moment between the two. A woman stormed in, a mad smile on her face as she looked at Vivian. In her hand was a cracked phone pointed towards Vivian, the page shown being her account.

“You…are a goddamn genius!” Chloe exclaimed. The disheveled woman was giddy. Even more than Vivian was when she was waiting for her disorderly friend. “People loved seeing that body of yours, but placing Emil in between those mighty melons of yours? Hah! Awesome! You’re a hit girl!”

Chloe was constantly glancing back from her phone toward Vivian, unable to contain herself. “Holy shit, holy SHIT! You damn beautiful genius! You’re wracking in the reposts, likes, AND followed! And only after a few minutes!”

Chloe’s personality always gave Emil the wrong impression. They had a history, though not particularly a good one. Simply put, she was a bully of his back in high school. Already that put him in an awkward position. Even more awkward was the fact that Chloe was Vivian’s best friend. They’ve known each other since elementary.

Though as odd as it may seem, things weren’t as black and white as some might expect. Though she was a “bully” of his she was actually one of the kinder people he knew. Thus why she and Vivian were still friends. As such, and due to her career choice, it was Chloe who was Vivian’s first idea to be her photographer. Second only to Emil, she trusted no one quite as much as Chloe.

The photographer practically bounced toward the couch; her eyes glued to Emil as she readied her phone.

“Didn’t know you had it in you, Spud.”  “Chloe admitted. “Thought you were maybe too slow in the head to see Vivi wanted this. Wanted you to join her in her shoots. Think about it, I can go the full giantess route with you on board. Vivian and her little lover pest, oh the people would just eat that up!”

Though the two were on decent enough terms, Chloe was not beyond insulting Emil every now and then. That said, he wasn’t beyond insulting her either.

“Right, put myself in your shoots?” He chuckled at the thought. “I’m lightheaded from just being in the same room as you, Toker. A second more and I’ll…”

Emil stopped talking when he saw Vivian’s smile. She wasn’t trying to persuade his answer towards what she wanted. She wasn’t trying to guide his hand to the result she desired. She just waited, filled with joy that she at the very least got to take a picture with her beloved. She was hopeful for the idea that it wouldn’t be their last. At times, Emil cursed that wonderful smile of hers.

“I’ll…think about it.” Emil caved, but that was far from a regretful decision. Especially when that lovely smile of his girlfriend’s grew wider. She was beaming; a ray of sunshine in her own right.

Vivian was right. Everyone gets jealous. It’s only natural. Who was he to stop someone he cared about so deeply from doing what they loved?

And if a few people got jealous, seeing her so happy with him, all he could say was…

Screw em.