Jess sat by herself at Mescolare, the Italian restaurant where she and Drew had their first date. It was 7:15pm, fifteen minutes after the time Drew said he’d meet her there, and the mixed size restaurant was fairly packed. He told her he had a few errands to run and that he’d meet her up there; he was being oddly vague about the supposed “errands,” but she trusted there was a good reason he was keeping it secret from her. But as time went on, she grew increasingly worried. In the three years since they started dating, Drew had never once been late to a date. Jess anxiously tapped her foot under the table, checking her phone every minute while she sipped on a glass of pinot grigio.

            At 7:20, she texted Chris if he knew where her boyfriend was, but he responded that he hadn’t a clue. She texted Sasha, Jeff, Macy, anybody that could possibly know where he was, but they all came back with nothing. She tried calling Drew for the fifth time, no response, then texted him again for the tenth time, no response. Something’s wrong, she thought. I’ve gotta get out of here and find him. Just as she started to get up, Massimo Valenti, one of the restaurant’s owners, walked up to her table, donned in a luxury tuxedo and designer shoes with his husband, Giovanni, perched on his shoulder. He stood holding his hands behind his back.

            “Mi scusi, signorina, you have a message from a Drew Richards,” he said. Jess sat back down and looked up to the man, puzzled as to why Drew would call the restaurant and not her. “He wanted me to let you know that he’s sorry for being so late, but he had an extremely important matter to attend to. He doesn’t want you to worry over him, you’ll see him soon enough, and he believes it’ll have been worth the wait.” Jess’ befuddlement only grew, especially as the restaurant owner bent down onto one knee before her. He pulled out a small, black box from behind his back, careful to keep it upright as raised it in his palm to the woman seated in front of him. Flipping open the box’s lid, Drew knelt inside, bent on one knee next to a brilliant diamond ring half his standing height. The diamond itself was the size of Drew’s torso.

            “Sorry, I’m late,” Drew apologized. “This thing’s really heavy.” Jess covered her mouth with both hands, tears welling in her eyes as she waited for her boyfriend to pop the question. “Jessica Walker, will you marry me?” All eyes in the restaurant were on the couple as they waited with bated breath for her to respond. Jess sniffled, tears leaked out of their sockets while her hands covered her toothy smile.

            “Yes!” Jess lowered her hand to the ring box, allowing Drew to hop on and be lifted to her mouth. The two kissed, Drew’s miniscule lips dwarfed by his girlfriend’s, kissing her upper lip while she kissed his upper body. Cheers and applause erupted from the restaurant patrons, from bigs and tinies alike as they experienced the couple’s love vicariously. Giovanni shed a single tear sitting atop Massimo’s shoulder which his husband wiped off for him with the tip of his index finger. Drew hopped back onto the box and lifted the hula hoop sized ring out of its slot. The solid gold and diamond ring was quite heavy for the little guy, but he managed to get it on Jess’ ring finger as she held her hand out for him. Once Drew had pushed it to the end of her finger, Jess picked him back up and kissed him again, the couple laughing and smiling, overwhelmed with bliss.

…

            It was an outdoor wedding in the springtime. Cherry blossom trees surrounded the altar, spreading their pink and white flower petals dancing across the sky in a picture-perfect display. Soft organ music played as Jess, adorned in an extravagant white dress, was escorted down the aisle by her father. On the left sat Jess’ family and guests on the larger end of the spectrum, and on the right sat Drew’s family and the tinies. Jess reached the altar, her father taking his seat, and stood beside Sasha, her maid of honor, and her soon to be husband, Drew. Drew and Chris, his best man, along with the rest of the tiny groomsmen all stood on the elevated floor, making the bridal party look like skyscrapers in comparison. Jess and Drew stood a couple feet apart, so they could look each other in the eye without craning their necks. There was talk during the planning to have Drew stand on a podium, so that he could be at eye level with his bride, but Jess shot it down. She didn’t want it to look like she was “compromising” anything marrying a tiny, that his height was something she had to put up with. She wanted the physical difference between them to be the focal point, to make it clear that they loved everything about each other no matter how unconventional it may seem.

            “We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of these two individuals…” the officiant spoke, proceeding through the formalities as all eyes pointed towards the happy couple. “…Now, if the groom and bride would share their vows to one another.” Drew cleared his throat and tugged at his collar, nervous as hell standing in front of all his friends and family. A microphone was attached to his lapel, connected to speakers so that his miniscule voice could be heard across the audience.

            “Jess, you’re the greatest person I’ve ever met, the love of my life, and my entire world. I feel so blessed to wake up next to you every morning, and so relieved to fall asleep next to you every night. You’ve always shown me more respect and kindness than I could ever possibly deserve, and I promise to devote myself to you, so that I may give back to you the love you so freely give to me.”

            “Drew, you’re the sweetest, kindest, most understanding person I could ever hope to know. I am never happier than when I am holding you. I can take this leap forward knowing that you will always be at my side, always on my person, supporting me and loving me as only you can. I promise to love and care for you to the end of our days and beyond.” With their vows spoken, the officiant continued to the pronouncement.

            “Do you, Drew, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to have and to be held, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”

            “I do.”

            “And do you, Jess, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”

            “I do.”

            “By the authority vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now seal your union with a kiss.” Jess crouched down, holding out her palm on the floor for her husband. Drew walked over and climbed on, lifted up to his towering wife’s tremendous lips where the two certified their marriage with a kiss. The crowd erupted into applause as organ music swelled and the newlyweds proceeded back down the aisle, Drew riding happily in Jess’ palm.

…

            In the grand reception hall, guests of all sizes gathered to take part in the post-ceremony festivities. The reception was held at a Mariott Hotel with private rooms rented out for the newlyweds and out-of-state guests for when the celebrations concluded. To emphasize the coming together of two different walks of life, every normal table had lifts attached, allowing tinies to reach their tables situated in the center of the bigger tables. This had been a nightmare for the wedding planners to arrange, having to make sure members of two different families were seated in such a way to minimize the drama wedding guests were wont to stir up, but Jess was adamant that this wedding should separate the sizes as little as possible. The sizes were seated separately during the ceremony so that tinies could see, and the dance floors were separated for obvious safety concerns, but everything else was designed to bring both species together. In the end, things worked as well as could be expected with many guests engaging in genuine interactions with another size for the first time.

            Once everyone was gathered and given the chance to get drinks from either bar, a tiny counter situated on top of the larger one, glasses were clanged, and attention was drawn to the wedding party’s table at the front. Chris stood towards the front of the table, barely perceptible to those furthest back, with a mini microphone in hand.

            “I remember when Drew first told he me was dating a giant.” He paused and looked around the room, a near equal share of bigs and tinies filling the space. “I was convinced he wouldn’t make it past the first week. I don’t know if you know this, but you guys can be kinda overwhelming. You eat enough food in a day to last me a whole month, you’re so loud I gotta bring ear plugs with me whenever I leave the tiny district, and you all really need to work on watching where you step.” Ambient laughter permeated the hall, mostly from bigs who were much more audible. Plenty of tinies nodded along to Chris’ grievances. “I’ve known Drew my whole life. I know he’s a smart guy. So, I figured he’d see reason, dump her, and move on. That or get eaten before he had the chance. But here we are, four years later, and they’re hitched.” Chris looked back at the newlyweds, their smiling faces reassuring him. “And you know why? Because Jess is real special, she is. The only big I’ve ever known to cook a perfect, tiny steak medium-rare. I can’t do that, and I’m not using a pan the size of a house for one measly fillet! No, she’s special alright. I used to be terrified at the sight of anyone taller than four feet, but it was her kindness and her consideration for everyone, no matter how tall or short they are, that opened my eyes. I think we can all agree that these two better the lives of everyone they meet, and that they are more than deserving of each other.” Chris quickly bowed to the applause and returned to his seat. It was Sasha’s turn to speak next. The woman took deep breaths as she walked to the front of the wedding party’s table.

            “‘Sup,” Sasha opened, holding a normal-sized microphone with one hand while the other rested awkwardly at her side, her fingers fidgeting with her dress. “I’m Sasha. Some of you know me. I’ve been Jess’ best friend since we were toddlers.” She paused and looked around the room, a hundred pairs of eyes trained on her. To say Sasha hated speaking in front of a crowd would be an understatement. She steadied herself and continued speaking. “You see, I’ve known Jess my whole life, and I know better than anyone that she’s had some crappy taste in men. So, when she first told me she was crushing on this tiny…”

“Please don’t phrase it like that,” Jess muttered to herself.

“…I didn’t take it well, not at first. I thought she was out of her mind, that she was making this huge mistake.” Sasha paused again. Why am I telling them all this? she thought. “But then I met Drew, and it took me a while, but I got it. I got why she wouldn’t shut up about him. It didn’t matter how I felt about him, he was always willing to give me a chance. Like, we were at a concert once, and they wouldn’t let me in because I’d block everybody’s view, and there he was holding up the line arguing with the ticket vendor to let me in, even though I’m pretty sure I had stepped on a few cars by that point.” A light murmur of laughter erupted across the crowd. “I think I might’ve broken a building too. But even then, he was always patient with me and tried to make me feel comfortable, and I really value him as a friend. Almost as much as Jess. Hell, it’s because of him that I met the love of my life. So, thanks Drew, for being there for me. And thanks, Jess for finally seeing a decent guy for once. I can’t wait for whatever shit we all pull together next.” Sasha set the microphone down on the table nearest to her and trudged off away from the reception, glad that ordeal was finally over with. The crowd applauded her, and then the next speaker took to the stand. After all the speeches were made, food was served.

            Along with their restaurant, Massimo and Giovanni also ran a catering service that specialized in mixed size events, and the two were honored to play a continued role in Jess and Drew’s relationship. Waiters dished out meals to everyone, able to hold an entire tiny table’s worth of plates in one palm. After a sufficient amount of time for eating passed, the cake was brought out. It was a white-frosted, multi-tier cake, and standing on top were two figures: a bridal figure for Jess and a much smaller groom for Drew; the groom figure was actually one intended for a tiny-scaled cake, but as mixed size relationships grew more popular, these figures often found themselves perched on much larger cakes. Jess walked over to the cake and grabbed the knife. Drew rode on the back of her thumb as she wedged the knife into the cake, allowing them both to cut the first slice as per tradition.

            With cake served and the dance floors open, guests danced, drank, mingled, and made merry. The dance floor was split into two, with one fifth of it being painted red to denote where tinies danced; a velvet rope barrier separated the two sides of the dance floor, to prevent inebriated guests from stepping too far without thinking. Tinies were allowed onto the big’s side as long as they were accompanied by a larger partner, such as Drew dancing with Jess on her shoulder. The newlywed’s parents sat at their tables, watching their kids do the “Cha-Cha Slide.” 

            “Yep, that’s a damn fine boy you two raised,” Mr. Walker mentioned, taking another sip of beer. “I knew the first time we met that he was the one.” Mrs. Walker shot him a knowing look, fully aware that wasn’t the case at all.

            “Thank you,” Mrs. Richards cooed. “We’re both so proud of him. And your daughter is so sweet. Such a lovely girl. It would’ve broken my heart if things didn’t work out between them.” Mr. Richards leaned back in his chair to face the giant man seated behind him.

            “So, Hank,” he said with a smirk, “want to take a bet on how tall our grandchild’s going to be?”

            “You’re on!” Mr. Walker held out his index finger to shake hands with Mr. Richards. Both wives slapped their husbands’ shoulders.

            “Stop acting foolish!” they chided.

            Over at the bar, the tiny bar on top of the larger one, Chris was regaling Macy, who was standing by the larger counter, with some of his and Drew’s antics. He was on his seventh beer. “And then, the stripper placed me in her belly button and poured a mountain of whipped cream on me. Everyone thought I was a goner, but I scarfed down all the whipped cream she could spray on me.”

            “Haha, that’s so funny,” she laughed. She was on her sixth cocktail. “I fucking wish I could be buried in whipped cream.”

            “Hold up,” the tiny bartender whose name no one knew interrupted, “wasn’t it that Kyle guy in her belly button? I thought you were caught in her toe ring.”

            “No, no, no, you got it all wrong. Kyle was in her toe ring, I was in her belly button, and Drew was… I don’t know, in her mouth or something.” Chris turned back to Macy; the woman was twirling her hair with her finger, thinking about how hot it’d be if Aaliyah wore nothing but whipped cream on her private bits. “Where was I? Right, I strode confidently up her chest and told her, all bold and cool-like, to let me and my friends go. And she was so impressed, and probably infatuated with me, that she went on her way.”

            “There’s no way that’s how it went down,” Keiko said. Chris turned around, startled, not realizing his wife had been standing behind him. “You’ve never done anything ‘confidently’ in your whole life.”

            “That’s not true!” Chris racked his brain for a counterexample. He kept racking. He racked for a while. Macy walked away in search of her wife while he stood there, racking.

            “It’s okay,” Keiko conceded, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “I still love you, even if you are awful at telling stories.”

            Jeff was standing near the reception hall’s entrance. Two hooligans, one with a pink mohawk and the other with blonde dreadlocks, walked in and were scoping out the place.

            “Lenny, Kurt, what are you doing here?” Jeff asked. “There’s no way you two were invited.”

            “Of course, we weren’t,” Lenny admitted. He and Kurt were wearing t-shirts with a tuxedo pattern printed on the front. “We’re crashing this joint.”

            “We’re hunting for some giantess snatch,” Kurt added. “Sick of you and that Derrick guy rubbing it in our faces all the time.” Jeff was about to throw his old roommates out when he heard a familiar set of footsteps stomp down behind him.

            “Kurt! Lenny! I’m so glad you guys could make it!” Sasha greeted, looming far above the tinies with an ominously wide grin stretched across her face.

            “Wassup, Sarah!” Lenny shouted. Jeff stopped bothering to correct him on his girlfriend’s name a long time ago. “You wouldn’t happen to have any single friends here, would you? Particularly, ones looking to bang some tiny studs?”

            “As a matter of fact, there is someone I’d like you both to meet,” Sasha said. Lenny and Kurt’s eyes lit up as they noticed a young woman in a tight, blue dress walk up behind her. “This is my cousin, Mary Ann.”

            “Hi there!” Mary Ann greeted, bending over to get a better look at the tiny guys. She was in her early twenties, had long, black hair like her cousin, and was quite slim. Her pert breasts were squeezed up against her chest by her tight dress which curved pleasantly around her waist and stopped at the top of the thighs, giving the tiny perverts a picturesque view of her white silk panties. Lenny and Kurt were speechless, mouths agape at the beauty towering over them.

            “These were the two I was telling you about,” Sasha said to her cousin, pointing down at the excited tinies beneath them. Mary Ann squatted and reached out to grab the pair before lifting them up to her face as she stood back up.

            “Wow, two of them? It’s so hard to find tinies willing to play with me,” the young woman said. The perverted pair were squirming in her fingers, unable to hold in their excitement at how well their night seemed to be going.

            “We’ll play with you!” Kurt shouted from between her fingers. “Big or small, we love them all!”

            “Our bodies are yours to do with as you please!” Lenny added, fantasizing about all the sexy things she could with him.

            “Fantastic!” Mary Ann cheered, her eyes beaming. She turned towards Sasha “You think anyone will mind if we do it here?”

            Here? the pervs thought. Holy shit, this girl’s a freak.

            “It should be fine as long as no one sees you put them in,” Sasha advised. She looked around the hall. Most people were busy dancing or talking; no one’s attention was turned towards the entrance where they all stood. “Now’s your best chance.” Mary Ann slid her feet out of her stiletto heels, standing barefoot on the cold tile floor. Kurt and Lenny looked down, and a horrific realization dawned on them as they were lowered towards the empty shoes.

            “Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah! This isn’t what we signed up for!”

            “Yeah, we don’t like feet! We’re into the normal stuff, like boobs and giant asses.”

            “They’re just roleplaying,” Sasha assured her. “It’s more fun for them if they pretend they’re not into it.”

            “Quit making shit up!” Lenny protested, squirming harder against Mary Ann’s fingers in a vain attempt to break free. “We want to go in your underwear, not your heels!” The women ignored the tinies’ pleas as they continued to talk over them.

            “Oh, totally,” Mary Ann agreed as she dropped the pair into her shoes, Lenny in the left and Kurt in the right. They tumbled down the slant of her heels and found themselves confined in the covered toe tips. The insole was damp and the air in their small alcove was musty; it was obvious to the tinies that the woman had recently come off the dance floor. “I love it when they act all defiant. Putting all their strength into resisting me even though its futile at their size.” Mary Ann picked up her shoes by their edges and looked through the openings at her tiny captives; Mary Ann’s pretty face was the only thing they could see from the outside. “Don’t worry, I’ve dated tinies before, so I know exactly how much pressure you guys can take.” The tinies tried to crawl free from their nooks, but all the lifting and lowering kept them tumbling back into the tips. They screamed and shouted as her heels fell back onto the floor. Deaf to their pleading, the young woman slid her feet into the shoes, scrunching the men under her toes as she walked back towards the dance floor. “Thanks again, Sash. I’m gonna have so much fun with these guys.” Sasha bent down and picked her boyfriend up off the floor.

            “You think they’ll be alright?” Jeff asked.

            “Definitely. I’ve met some of her exes, and they all came out alright. Physically, at least. She knows what’s she’s doing, she just can’t find any guys that enjoy her particular tastes.” Sasha fondled Jeff with her thumb, rubbing him up and down as he stood in her palm. “Turns out most tinies don’t have foot fetishes. You’re pretty special in that regard. You wouldn’t believe how jealous she is of us.”

            “I told you it’s just a stereotype,” Jeff blushed as Sasha continued rubbing him. “I don’t tell you enough how lucky I am to be with you. It’s really nice having someone indulge me like you do.

            “That’s right, you better appreciate everything I do for you,” she teased, “or else my soles will be the only part of me you ever feel again.” She stopped caressing him and brought her tiny boyfriend closer to her face, close enough to feel her warm breath encompass his puny body. “But seriously, I wouldn’t ‘indulge’ you so much if I weren’t into it too. And to think, we probably wouldn’t be together if you hadn’t fallen into my boot that night.” She gave him a peck on his cheek, and the rest of his upper body. “What I’m trying to say is, I’m lucky too. But enough of this gushy shit. Let’s go dance.”

            “Hey, I’ve been practicing, so I can dance with you like Drew and Jess do.” Sasha took off her right flat and held it up with her free hand, dangling Jeff over the opening.

            “But babe, it’s their wedding. We wouldn’t want to steal everyone’s attention from them.” Sasha dropped him onto her well-worn insole. “Besides, we both know this were you really want to be.” He wasn’t going to deny that. Pools of sweat were drawn out from where Jeff landed, splashing him in dank, salty fluid. Having been standing and walking in front of large crowds all day, Sasha’s shoes were rife with her foot’s B.O., severely limiting the fresh air available to the tiny as his girlfriend’s massive foot breached the flat’s opening and shoved its way inside. Jeff was pressed down by the arch of her foot, causing more sweat pools to emerge from the spongey insole which combined with the sweat actively perspiring from her warm sole. With her boyfriend nestled safely under the sweet spot of her arch, Sasha skipped over to the dance floor to join her friends.

            Lily, one of Jess and Drew’s work friends, sat at her table, drinking and sulking. Steve, another coworker, was sitting beside her, looking around aimlessly at the other guests enjoying themselves. The two weren’t talking, Lily too busy fantasizing about a dream wedding of her own, and Steve lacking the social aptitude to start or maintain a conversation.

            “Hey, get me another refill,” Lily ordered, twirling her empty cup in her hand.

            “Right. Will do,” Steve obliged, eager to be of use and to break free of the awkward confinement he locked himself in. As the tiny man boarded the table’s lift to reach the floor, Jess sat down to talk to Lily.

            “Thanks for coming, Lily,” Jess said. “I know we aren’t always on the best of terms, but Drew does consider you a friend, so I’m glad you can be here for him.” Lily looked up at the woman towering over her. The tiny was plastered and struggled to make out Jess’ face through her blurred vision.

            “Right. Couldn’t miss it,” she muttered, squinting to try and get a better look at the giant woman. “You look beautiful, by the way. I like what you did, hrgh,” Lily gagged, clutching her mouth as she held in her drink, “with your face.”

            “Thank you! You look great too.”

            “Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask…” With all the alcohol slushing through her system, Lily had lost most of her inhibitions. “…are you guys into swinging?” Jess chuckled at the question.

            “Nope. Drew is mine and mine alone.”

            “Figures.” Lily leaned forward onto her table, holding her head in hands to keep from collapsing. “It was worth a shot.”

            “You’ll find someone eventually,” Jess assured her. “You just got to look for men who are actually single.”

            “It’s not my fault all the hotties are taken. People like you gotta leave some for the rest of us,” she joked. Jess was glad to see a smile crack on the tiny woman’s face. Out of nowhere, Sasha rushed up to Jess and shook her shoulder.

            “Jess! Jess! Someone brought cornhole boards! We need you on Drew’s team.” Sasha cried.

            “Oh shit!” Jess bolted out of her chair, knocking into the table and jostling Lily’s inebriated body more than she cared for. “Gotta go, Lily. See you at work.” Jess and Sasha ran off towards where the boards were being set up. “Hold up! Don’t start without me!”

…

            That night, after the reception, Jess and Drew retired to their hotel room. Jess leapt backwards onto the luxurious bed, her husband held tightly in her grip.

            “Today’s been perfect,” Jess sighed, lying with her arms outstretched on the bed.

            “I’m glad everything went smoothly,” Drew added, tucked within his wife’s curled up fingers. “I never thought planning a wedding would be that stressful, but everything worked out in the end.” Jess brought her hand over her, holding Drew over her expansive face.

            “Now that it’s behind us, we can finally relieve all that tension,” she said, biting her lower lip. “This bed is so nice, it’d be a waste not to wear it out.” Jess tossed her tiny husband onto the bed sheet and stood up. Standing over the mattress, far out of Drew’s reach, Jess unzipped her wedding dress and took it off, revealing the white lace underwear and garter belt underneath. Drew was so wonderstruck, he didn’t even think to remove his own clothes, so in awe at his wife’s beauty that he was left paralyzed by love. Jess reached down and picked Drew up between her fingers, lifting him up to her mouth. Her humid breath, tinged with the scent of champagne, wrapped around him as she parted her lips and exposed her pearly whites. Bringing Drew just millimeters from her incisors, Jess bit into the front of his formal wear, just barely grazing his chest, and tore the front of his shirt off with her teeth.

“Unzip,” she demanded. Drew fumbled with his belt, unbuckling it just in time for Jess to bite at the cuffs of his pant legs and drag them off his body. After Drew pulled off his suit and what remained of his torn-up shirt, all he had left on were his boxers. “Do you trust me?” Jess asked. Drew nodded fervently. “Good. A strong marriage is built on trust, you know.” Jess bit down on Drew’s boxers, the tip of his hardening dick rubbing against the front of her tooth as she slid his underwear off his crotch.

Jess brought Drew down to chest level, and with her free hand, unbuckled her bra, letting Drew watch her tits drop as she freed them from their restraints. Next, Jess undid the straps connecting her garter belt to her white leggings and sat down on the bed. With her legs outstretched, Jess placed Drew on the mattress at the end of her feet. She lowered her toes to his level and wiggled them in his face, beckoning the tiny to pull her leggings off for her. Drew grabbed onto fabric covering the right foot’s big toe and yanked at it with all his might. He managed to stretch the fabric out far enough to wrap his arms around it, and with his whole body, he pulled at the leggings, gradually removing them off his wife as he walked towards the mattress’ edge. Drew got it down to her shin by the time he reached the end of the bed; Jess gave him a break and pulled her leg back, allowing her foot to free itself from the legging. Drew ran back and repeated the process with the other leg.

“Now that I think about it,” Jess pondered, “We’re kind of gross, what with all the dancing and standing around. How about we freshen up before things get serious?”

“Sounds like a great idea, but this room has only one shower, and it isn’t designed for tinies,” Drew said with playful faux-innocence.

“Oh well, I guess we’ll have to share,” Jess shrugged. “Wouldn’t want my hubby falling down the drain.” Jess picked Drew up and walked him into the bathroom. It had a standing shower barricaded with a glass door. While she waited for the running water to heat up, Jess undid her garter belt and removed her panties before sauntering into the shower stall with Drew in tow. The two didn’t usually shower together, preferring baths to mitigate the risk of Drew washing away down the drain, but today was a special day and that made the couple feel particularly invincible. Hot water sprayed onto and cascaded off Jess’ naked body, much of it splashing onto Drew as she held him by her chest. At Jess’ special request, the hotel room’s bathroom was stocked with irritation-free, ultra-gentle body wash; originally intended for bathing babies, the sensitive body wash was also perfect for a woman looking to use her tiny partner as a loofah.

Holding out her palm, Jess squeezed a dollop of body wash into her hand, covering her husband as the translucent soap pooled on and around his body. She started with her chest, her breasts molding around Drew’s body as Jess rubbed him into them. Starting at the top, Drew slid down the top of her breast, brushed over the nipple, and was squeezed up against her underboob. From there, Jess dragged him up the side of her breast, through her cleavage, and up by her clavicle, rubbing him in circles against her chest. Though his dick was hard, Drew’s body went limp as he gave himself over to his wife to do with as she pleased.

Jess lifted her arm, dragging Drew over to her armpit. The tiny was pressed against the soft, underside of the pit, pushed deep into the shallow folds and collecting what little sweat had yet to be washed away by the shower. In all honesty, Drew’s two-inch frame made for an ineffective loofah, but getting clean wasn’t at the top of either lover’s mind. Jess cherished holding her husband’s entirety against her body: his faint heartbeat pulsing against hers, the transient puffs of air from his breath blowing onto her wet skin, the minute movements of his arms and legs picked up by her nerves. Drew lost himself in his wife’s overwhelming presence, her soft skin surrounding every millimeter of his frame, enveloping him in the heat exuding from her body under the hot shower.

Jess pulled Drew away from her as she stood under the shower head, washing the soap off her chest. After squirting another dollop of body wash onto Drew, she lowered her hand beside her waist and pulled it around, giving her husband a perfect view of her cyclopean ass. She playfully smacked him against it, Drew’s body stinging as what felt like a ton’s worth of fat slammed into him. Jess grabbed what she could of her plump cheek, kneading Drew into it with her palm as she groped her wet buttocks. Air was in short supply for the tiny, sealed between a mountain of fat and Jess’ powerful hand all while being drenched in warm water and body wash, but he made do; the adrenaline rushing through him overpowered any sense of danger, and his libido blocked out any rational thought as he was kneaded further against his wife’s tremendous ass.

A little bit later, Jess gave her man a breather, loosening her grip on her cheek for a few seconds before shoving Drew down her crack. Sandwiched between Jess’ buns, Drew was met with a surge of heat, the air muskier and more stifling trapped where the sun doesn’t shine. Jess shoved him deep within the crevice, pushing him up against the brown eye. Scraping Drew’s body up and down along the crack, Jess quivered every time his sturdy member snagged on her puckered asshole. She continued scratching her ass with him until she couldn’t take it anymore. As she bent forward, her brown eye opened up just wide enough for her to shove Drew inside her anus with her finger.

The heat only grew more intense inside Jess’ anal cavity. Being inside her butt was sweltering enough, but the steam from the hot shower turned the woman’s ass into a sauna for the puny man trapped inside her rectum. The tight, slick walls of flesh pulsated around him as the woman continued washing herself off. After a few minutes of lathering and rinsing, Jess turned off the faucet and stepped out of the shower, leaving Drew entrapped within her ass. His soft prison walls grinded against him as Jess walked towards the towels hanging off the bathroom wall. She dried off in a hurry, her hair still damp as she sauntered out of the bathroom towards the overnight bag the couple prepared beforehand. Drew could feel Jess’ hips sway as she walked, his body forced to swing along with them.

Crouching over the bag, Jess rummaged through clothes and toiletries until she found what she was looking for: a black, silicone, anal vibrator and a bottle of lube. After lubricating her sex toy, Jess hopped onto the bed, bent forward with her ass in the air. She poked the tip of the vibrator up to her asshole, sliding it in gradually as she turned it on. Drew’s entire world shook as the vibrating butt plug encroached on the little space he had. The vibrator grinded against his legs, crotch and finally his torso as it crawled deeper into the rectum. Drew felt like he was hit point blank by a magnitude eight earthquake, his entire body rattling as it was sandwiched against the rippling flesh of Jess’ rectum. He could barely hear the sounds of Jess’ moaning reverberating through her body over the loud rumbling of the monstrous vibrator.

The pressure increased further and further as Jess began orgasming, her anus contracting and squeezing Drew’s tiny body against the vibrator. As aroused as he was, Drew couldn’t tell if he was ejaculating or even hard, his body numb from the intense shockwaves coursing through him. Eventually, Jess’ muscles relaxed, and she turned off the vibrator. With what stamina he could muster, Drew wrapped his arms around the butt plug, hitching a ride on it as Jess pulled it out of her ass.

Peeling her husband off the sex toy, Jess sat up against the bed’s headboard and held him between her fingers. “Need a break?” she asked.

“No way! I can go all night!” Drew shouted. Whether it was due to wedding day magic or simply seeing his wife’s beautiful smile, Drew’s body roared back to life, fully replenished and ready to continue making love.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Jess giggled, lowering her man towards her crotch. She rested him on her soaked, scintillating pussy, letting him crawl along it as he reached towards the top. Finding his prize, Drew licked the tip of Jess’ clit, sending a rush of pleasure coursing up her body. As he lapped her pearl, Drew’s body grew further dowsed in ejaculate, making it hard for him to hold steady against her chasmal vagina. He continued licking until he felt a lumbering pillar smack into his back, Jess pushing him into her pussy with her finger.

Drew slid effortlessly into her vaginal cavity, immediately coated in the mucus lining the walls. With Drew inside, Jess fingered herself, guiding her husband deeper inside of her. Her heart fluttered when she felt Drew kissing her index finger. During consummation, newlyweds sanctify their loving union by becoming one in body and spirit, but few could ever know the coadunation Jess felt having her entire husband inside of her, or the oneness Drew felt having his whole body consumed by his wife’s vulva. As Jess rubbed her clit, Drew crawled further into her, practically swimming through mucus and ejaculate as he propelled himself off the vaginal walls. Reaching the back, Drew stimulated the cervix with his dick, grinding against the organ, much to Jess’ delight. The two went at it for a while, Drew nearly drowning in cum as the walls of flesh closed in on him. Jess’ body convulsed, climaxing alongside her husband as he spread his seed onto her cervix.

With Jess’ vulva relaxing around him, Drew crawled back to her finger, riding it out of her vagina and into her waiting palm. To call him a mess would be an understatement, greased up with lotion and all manner of bodily fluids. Once Jess caught her breath, she got up off the bed and walked into the bathroom. After grabbing the bottle of ultra-gentle bodywash, she twisted the hot water knob on the sink and held Drew under the running water, letting the grime rinse off his body before lathering him with the soap. Her fingertips felt so heavenly as they caressed his naked body, gracing his back, fussing his hair, massaging his legs and thighs, and devoting extra attention to his semi-standing member. She held him under the warm, running water again, rinsing off the body wash, and placed him on a towel sitting on the counter beside the sink. The towel was far too big for him to handle, so Drew just rolled around in it until he felt dry. Jess pinched him between her fingers and brought him to her face.

“There, all clean,” she said, tilting her head back and dangling Drew over her mouth. Her lips parted and her tongue slithered out, the tip of it brushing up against the soles of Drew’s feet. Her tongue danced between Drew’s miniscule toes before slinking up his legs and lapping up his crotch. Unable to hold out any longer, Jess dropped Drew into her mouth, his tiny body sliding down her tongue and towards her gullet. Jess tilted her head forward, keeping Drew from slipping past the point of no return, and walked back into the bedroom. Laying belly down on the bed, she spit him out onto the mattress, the once clean tiny now coated in a viscous layer of saliva. On his back, Drew didn’t have long to make sense of his surroundings before a massive pair of lips came crashing down on him. The thick, heavenly pillows pressed him into the bedsheet, spit pooling over and around him as the woman’s tongue wormed its way outside its lair. Jess almost squealed at the touch of Drew’s lips to hers, the puny mouth doing its best to match its lover’s ferocity. While they kissed, Drew’s boner rubbed against the divot beneath Jess’ lower lip, pleasuring the two further.

Jess pulled back for a moment, lifting her face out of Drew’s reach, filling the tiny with a sense of longing before she plunged back down and scooped him up with her tongue. Drew tumbled through her mouth, pressed against her cheek, dragged across her inner lip, dropped into the gumline, and scooped back onto the tongue before being plastered against the roof of her mouth. Rubbing his back between the hard and soft palates, Jess massaged her husband the best way she knew how. At first, Drew lied pressed against the top of her tongue, her coarse tastebuds fondling every millimeter of his body as they molded around it, but then Jess curled her tongue, holding Drew up by the muscle’s arched underside, his dick clamped between either edge of the tongue, stroked by the back and forth motions of Jess’ undulating muscle.

Before long, Drew was cumming in her mouth, his jizz splattering into Jess’ curled tongue. Jess uncurled her tongue, holding Drew against the roof with the tip, and swallowed, her husband’s sperm washing down her throat with her saliva. She sucked on him a little longer, convinced he tasted best the moment after ejaculating, before finally pulling him out, a trail of spit keeping him connected to her wonderful mouth. Jess stared at him as she sat up in the bed, her ginormous eyes pouring over the miniature stud in her hand.

“I could just eat you up,” she moaned, pressing the tiny against her chin with her index finger. “Think about it. Forced down my throat,” she dragged Drew’s body along the underside of her chin, bringing him to her neck, “carried down my esophagus,” trailing him over her Adam’s apple, and lowering him through her cleavage, her heartbeat almost drowning out her words, “and dropped into my stomach.” She held him against her stomach, dreaming of what he’d feel like on the other side of her flesh. “You could truly become one with me.” Jess’ heart was sent fluttering again as Drew started kissing her abdomen. He had become used to her pillow talk, fantasies and role play being her only option for satiating her fetishistic hunger. Drew always played along, knowing full well that no matter how deep in her mouth he got, she’d never do anything to hurt him. “God, I love you so much.” She brought him up to her mouth and kissed him. All her fantasizing soaked her pussy in a new coat of ejaculate. “Ready for round two?”

“Whenever you are!” he shouted, as sprightly as when they started. Jess lowered Drew to her crotch, pushing him in just enough to rub him against her clit. Drew polished her pearl with just as much fervor as he had earlier, the two overflowing with enough spirit and love to last the whole night.

…

            Come morning, the sun’s delicate rays streamed through the windows, illuminating the hotel room. Drew woke up on Jess’ belly just above her navel, her hand draped over him like an oversized blanket. He could feel himself rise and fall with every breath his sleeping wife took. The sensation was almost strong enough to lull him back to sleep, but he crawled his way out of her hand and strode towards her chest. The two of them were still naked, having spent almost the entire night lovemaking like there was no tomorrow. Drew walked through the valley of her cleavage and climbed up her chin, her vast face expanding before him.

The tiny man got on all fours and kissed his wife’s massive upper lip. As if responding to him, Jess’ mouth opened up, her tongue stretching out and sliding under the tiny’s chest before scooping him into her maw. Drew fell for a bit before being pinned to the roof by the pliable muscle. Her morning breath was like a punch to the face, the pungent odor overpowering Drew’s senses as Jess’ tongue rubbed up against him. He wasn’t sure if she was awake and playing with him, or if this was an unconscious response influenced by her muscle memory. After a few minutes, he could feel himself and the mouth around him tilt forward. Jess sat up and spit her husband into her palm.

“Hmmmm, serving breakfast in bed. How sweet of you,” she mumbled, half-awake.

“Good morning.” Drew smiled up at the gorgeous face hovering over him. Her greasy hair stood on all ends, sand encrusted the edges of her squinting eyes, and all her makeup had washed off in the shower. “You look great,” he said earnestly.

“You do too,” she grinned, “considering you spent all night stuck in every hole I could fit you in.” Drew’s hair was in even worse shape, molded in bizarre positions by the layers of sweat and other bodily fluids coating his body. “I’m going to get something to drink. Would you prefer coffee or orange juice?”

“Juice sounds good, but I’d rather swim in coffee.”

“Coffee it is.” Jess placed Drew onto her pillow. “Stay there. I’ll be right back.” She got up off the bed and walked over to the coffee machine on the counter. After starting a brew, she returned to the bed, laying down on the pillow so that Drew was nestled beneath her cheek. “Part of me wants to say ‘Fuck it’ and just lie here like this all day.”

“You won’t hear me complain,” Drew said, most of his body swathed beneath his wife’s warm skin.

“I think we only had the room for the night, though. They’ll probably kick us out if we stay here too long.”

“Let them.” The newlyweds cuddled together the whole morning, taking their first steps into marriage as slowly as they could.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

…

            Drew lied face down on a cot, naked save for a towel wrapped around his waist, while a gigantic woman in a white t-shirt and matching white khakis kneaded her thumb into his back. In the cot next to his, Jess lied face down and mostly naked with a couple dozen tinies, also adorned in white, crawling around her back and using their miniature hands and feet to massage her. The cross-sized massage parlor was just one of the many services offered to couples at the romeo & JULIET Luxury Resort, where the newlyweds decided to go for their honeymoon.

            Founded by Juliet Beaumont and her tiny husband, Romeo Volpe, the romeo & JULIET was the world’s premier destination for the growing population of mixed size couples. Located in the Bahamas, the five star luxury resort was designed from the ground up to accommodate lovers across sizes, offering a wide variety of amenities that capitalized on its guests’ unorthodox relationships. Miniature yachts and small sailing vessels cruised alongside giant swimmers in the pools. Gyms were stocked with multi-size equipment, including treadmills and exercise bikes that featured miniature replicas on their arm bars to allow couples to run or ride alongside one another; special monitors and visual overlays also allowed couples to race one another, taking into account their relative scales. In the rec center, a big could adorn special equipment for their partner to climb on while they themselves scaled an actual rock-climbing wall. Jess and Drew enjoyed quite a few of the amenities offered, but they also spent a fair amount of time exploring the island together.

            After their spa trip, the couple went out on their own for a hike through the tropical forest. Jess stomped up the trail in her brown, leather boots, sweating profusely in the sweltering humidity. She was wearing shorts and a tube top over a two-piece bathing suit. Drew was wedged in her cleavage, his tank top and board shorts soaked thoroughly by both his sweat and hers. Jess grabbed a canteen of water she had strapped to her belt and took big sips, the gulps overpowering the ambient noise of the forest for the tiny nestled not too far from her throat. After peeling her lips off the nozzle, she tilted it over her chest, pouring a small stream onto Drew for him to drink, though most of it just splashed off his body and onto her breasts, refreshing them both.

            The forest was beautiful, lush with bright green foliage and teeming with a cacophony of croaks and chirps. It was a secluded trail, something a local tipped them off to that most tourists overlooked, and it supposedly led to a beautiful waterfall that poured into a crystal-clear spring. As wonderful as the resort was, it was nice to get away from everything, just the two of them by themselves surrounded by nature.

            At long last, they reached their destination, a freshwater spring hidden by trees, bushes, and a forty-foot tall cliff face with a heavy stream of water cascading off it. The water shimmered beneath the rays of sun that snuck through the leafy treetops, and it was just as clear as the couple was told.

            Jess took off her boots and peeled off her socks, her sore, sweaty feet feeling instant relief as she soaked them in the spring. She pulled Drew out of her cleavage and took off his tank top for him, stuffing it in her shorts pocket for safe keeping before holding her hand over the water for him to dive in. With a measly splash, Drew landed in the water between Jess’ knees, wading through the ripples produced by the woman’s light kicking. While she grinned down at him, Drew’s attention was focused towards the waterfall.

            “Let’s jump from it,” he said turning back to Jess.

            “Are you crazy? That’s too high up for me, let alone you.”

            “Come on, the water’s deep enough. We’ll be fine,” he coaxed her. “When are we going to get another chance to dive off a waterfall?” Jess thought about it. It did sound fun, and her second thoughts could never hold up against Drew’s pleading gaze.

            “Fine,” she said, standing up out of the water and sliding out of her outer wear. Scooping Drew out of the spring into her palms, she carried him through some foliage towards a slope leading up the cliffside.

            Upon reaching the top, she and Drew looked over the edge, standing on a strip of land adjacent to the waterfall. The drop looked even higher from above, especially to the two-inch man, but his determination didn’t waver.

            “Still want to do this?” Jess asked, Drew giving her a thumbs up from her palm. Steeling herself, she placed him back into her cleavage and took a few steps back. With a short running start, Jess leaped off the side of the cliff. She curled up into a ball, wrapping her arms around her legs that pressed into her chest, her knees squeezing her breasts together and further tightening her grip on her husband. Air rushed through their hair as adrenaline rushed through their bodies. The couple felt like they were flying, soaring high together before plunging into the cool drink below.

            Jess’ body absorbed most of the impact, though Drew was still knocked free of her chest as the water rushed in around them. Jess had submerged about several feet beneath the surface, Drew’s lighter body having stopped only a foot deep. With a strong up kick, Jess propelled herself upwards, grabbing Drew along the way as she burst out from the depths.  Drops of water cascaded off her upper body while holding Drew just above the surface, brushing her soaking wet hair out of her face with her free hand. Drew leapt off her hand back into the spring. A mischievous smirk drew across Jess’ face as she watched her tiny husband tread water so very far from land.

            “Better be careful, little swimmer. There might be piranhas infesting these waters,” she teased, circling the tiny man. “I heard some sharks swim into fresh water to look for prey. You better keep an eye out for those.” Jess dove beneath the surface, her eyes trained on the flailing body above her. Drew could see her through the crystal-clear water, a predatory look adorning her face as she prepared to pounce. In one swift motion, Jess breached the surface with her maw wide open, trapping Drew and a pool of water in her mouth. She could feel her husband swimming around inside her mouth, feeling at her palate and gums like he was trapped in an underwater cavern. After a minute, she spread her lips apart, letting the fresh water rush out of her mouth while keeping Drew trapped within a cage of teeth. “Poor little swimmer. You should have heeded my advice. Now, you’re nothing but fish food.”

            “No, please! I have a wife!” Drew played along, banging his fists against his enamel prison bars.

            “She should have done a better job protecting you. Or,” she started giggling maniacally, “maybe she wanted you to be devoured.”

            “Please have mercy.” Drew got down on hands and knees and kissed Jess’ wet tongue. “I’ll do anything for you.” She let him kiss her tongue for a while, enjoying the sensation of his puny pecks, before opening her jaw.

            “Oh, alright.” She stretched her tongue out and flicked it upwards, sending him off into the spring like a living diving board. “But only if we can dive off the cliff again.” Drew rose out of the water, spitting some back into the drink.

            “Deal!”

…

            Jess and Drew were sitting at a picnic table, Jess sitting on the bench and Drew on the table itself, enjoying lunch. They had stopped by a street vendor operating out of a converted van, serving freshly fried conch fritters. Jess loved them, though the fried mollusks were a tough swallow for Drew, overwhelmed by the potent Caribbean spices. Still, it tasted better to him than most big food, and a thimble of water and some tissues were enough for him to enjoy the street food. The couple were currently the stop’s only customers, so the vendor took a break and sat across from them while they ate.

            “Y’know, in ancient times, tinies were seen as a sign of good luck,” the man said. He was wearing an apron over a brightly colored t-shirt and a black baseball cap. “Back then, they were exceptionally rare on the islands. The few that lived here were believed to be spirits or faeries, and it was said that if you shared a meal with one, they’d grant you prosperity and many descendants.” Jess picked Drew up in her hand and nuzzled him against her cheek.

            “Well, he’s certainly my good luck charm.” The islander chuckled at the affectionate couple.

            “You two on your honeymoon?” he asked, pointing at the woman’s wedding ring.

            “Yep.”

            “How sweet. I’ve been seeing a lot more couples like you since they built that fancy resort. I like a woman that’s around my height, personally, but different strokes and all that.” Another group of customers walked up to his van, and the man got up to get back to work. “Hope you enjoy your stay. And may plenty of luck come your way.”

…

            “Have you ever felt the urge to devour your partner whole?” Jess’ ears perked up at the evocative question. She was walking through the resort’s main lobby carrying Drew in her hand before stopping and directing her attention to a TV hanging on the wall beside her. “Or perhaps you’ve dreamt of being consumed by your lover, enveloped on all sides by their titanic form.” On the TV was a woman in a grey, business skirt and matching grey blazer. She stood in front of a generic purple background, leaning against a white table. A tiny, ripped bodybuilder in a speedo stood next to her on the table. “Then, do we have the product for you! We at Beanstalk Co. LLC are proud to introduce the latest in mixed size paraphernalia: the Vore Suit™.” With the magic of video editing, the bodybuilder’s naked figure was covered with bright red spandex as the woman passed her hand over him. “Made with our patented nondigestible, nontoxic materials, the Vore Suit™ allows tinies to get up close and personal with their hungry partners without any threat of injury. And thanks to its skintight contour, you can rest assured you’ll feel every undulating fiber while spelunking your partner’s stomach.” The bodybuilder flexed, showing off every detail of his musculature through the skintight bodysuit. The spokeswoman picked up the tiny and dangled him over her mouth. “Thanks to our partnership with romeo & JULIET Luxury Resort, you can try out this revolutionary new product before it officially hits the market.” The woman lowered the bodybuilder into her mouth, swallowing him whole in one big gulp. Jess’ wide, beaming eyes were glued to the TV. Having watched several hours of green-screened vore porn, she knew the real thing when she saw it; the depression of her tongue, the extension of her cheeks, the bulge of her throat, all signs showed that this woman actually swallowed that bodybuilder. With a satisfied sigh and a pat on her belly, the spokeswoman continued. “Come visit our booth in the Hannifin Recreational Building just west of the main lobby for further details.”

            Jess looked to Drew for his approval, her eyes pleading with him to give the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity of being swallowed a shot. “Drew…”

            “What are you waiting for? Let’s go check it out,” he responded, surprised she hadn’t already rushed out of the building.

            “Thank you!” She tightened her grip around him and darted out of the lobby. It took no time for her to reach the adjacent building and find the large kiosk advertising the Vore Suit™. Drew was starting to feel nauseous, shaking up and down as Jess walked as fast as she could towards her prize; it was exceedingly rare for her to be so careless with her husband, but she was too focused and too excited to spare much cognizance towards him.

            Approaching the booth, Jess stared intently at the four suits displayed beneath a plexiglass case. They were each a different color: crimson red, azure blue, sunny yellow, and lime green. A woman walked up to the couple; she wore a purple polo shirt with the Beanstalk Co. logo emblazoned on the left breast, a matching purple visor wrapped around her head, and white khaki shorts.

            “Each one’s a different flavor,” she pointed out, “cherry, blue raspberry, lemon, and green apple.”

            “I’ll take all of them,” Jess demanded. Drew squirmed in her grip, wanting to at least know the price before they committed to this.

            “I love your enthusiasm, but unfortunately, we aren’t able to sell them yet. Our latest model is still pending approval by the U.S. regulatory board for commercial use,” the saleswoman explained.

            “Why hasn’t it been approved?” Drew asked.

            “Oh, it’s nothing to be concerned about. Regulators are simply worried our product could encourage the unethical consumption of tinies.”

            “That’s stupid,” Jess scoffed. “If anything it does the opposite by creating an ethical way to eat them.”

            “I’m so glad to hear you agree!” the saleswoman cheered. Drew actually thought those regulators made a fair point, but he didn’t want to get in the way of his wife finally living her dream. “While I can’t sell one to you, we are running a special rental program in partnership with the resort. For $200 an hour, you’ll be given a suit, a private room, and a personal attendant to monitor you and ensure that everything goes smoothly.”

            “Does it work?” Drew asked.

            “Of course! We’ve put our latest model through rigorous testing, and it hasn’t failed once. It can handle even the harshest stomach acids, and you’ll come out without a single burn. There’s also built in safety features such as a Bluetooth device that connects to an outside speaker in case your partner can’t hear you. And, the suit has a camera installed between the eyes, so you and your partner can rewatch the trip from your point of view whenever you like.” Drew was still skeptical, but Jess was already sold. “We have an open session tonight at seven, if you’d like.”

            “Sign us up!” Jess shouted. Drew shrugged and nodded, signaling to the saleswoman that he consented.

            “Excellent! Meet back here at ten before seven, and your attendant will be waiting to show you to your room. They’ll instruct you on how the session will proceed when you arrive,” she explained. “Oh, and try not to eat anything for three hours before the session. You’ll both be more satisfied if you go in with an empty stomach.”

…

            Jess sat naked on the bed in the private room, Drew standing before her on the mattress. He was adorned in the skintight Vore Suit™, the red cherry flavor. He looked like a cheap superhero cosplay, his body sealed in the bright red tights with a few electronic doodads strapped around his head. It wasn’t uncomfortable, with the suit tight enough and the tech light enough that it felt like he was wearing nothing at all.

Jess grabbed a yellow pill off the nightstand and choked it down with a glass of water. The pill was essentially a fast-acting antacid that she was instructed to take before swallowing Drew to ease the strength of her gastric acid while he was in her stomach. Alongside it on the nightstand was a bright red pill; this was for when the session was over and acted as a safe and convenient method of inducing vomiting. While a suited up tiny could survive a complete tour of the digestive tract, Beanstalk Co. LLC recommended that tinies exited the way they came in for sanitary and comfort reasons. 

"Are you ready?" Jess asked, a bit nervous. "You don't have to do this for me if you're uncomfortable with it." 

"It can't hurt to try,” he responded. “I just hope I can live up to your expectations." Jess picked him up between her fingers and dangled him before her mouth.

"You'll do great, just try to stay in one piece. And let me know if you want out early." Jess unfurled her tongue and placed Drew onto it, pulling him into her waiting maw. The tiny was attacked by drool as Jess sucked on him. Cherry flavoring exuded from the suit, filling her mouth as if she were sucking on a human shaped Jolly Rancher. She was a bit disappointed that Drew's natural flavor didn't come through the suit, preferring it to the artificial sweetener, but it was a worthy sacrifice if it meant the couple could finally go beyond mouthplay.

Jess sucked on him for a little while, savoring the foreplay before she got to the main course. Drew was battered on all sides by her tongue, carried across her mouth to either cheek and against her gums. The suit held up fine, no stretching or tearing, and the electronics didn't seem affected banging up against Jess' teeth. For Drew, it felt like he was wearing a rubber glove over his entire body. He could still feel the contours of his wife's tongue, the softness of her gums, and the firmness of her teeth, but he couldn't feel the wet saliva that permeated her mouth. It felt off, but he figured it was worth it if it meant he wouldn't feel the searing stomach acid waiting for him.

Given enough time putting the big moment off, Jess positioned Drew onto the center of her tongue. He stared straight down the center of her throat, her uvula taunting him as Jess slowly tilt her head back. Though he had gotten intimately familiar with the inside of Jess’ mouth, including the entrance to the throat that he had gotten plenty close to before, seeing the opening to her gullet now filled Drew with a primal fear. Doubts and second guesses ran through his brain as he slid towards the gullet, the force of Jess’s swallow grabbing hold. He felt like a rabbit staring down a python; even if his safety was assured, he couldn’t help but feel like he was at the Gates of Hell with an excruciating death awaiting him. He had half a mind to scream, to beg to be let out, but he steeled himself, wanting nothing more than to please his wife.

Gulp!

Jess held her fingers to her neck and felt Drew’s body pass through her esophagus. Her other hand was down at her crotch, massaging her clit as the man slid down her gullet. She continued to trace his descent with her fingers, past her collar bone and through her cleavage. Inside, Drew was surrounded by pulsating flesh. He couldn’t see anything, his face entombed within pink muscle, but he could hear Jess’ heartbeat and feel her pulse. The rhythmic pounding was more intense than he could ever imagine, drowning out any lingering doubts he had. Though he was entering alien territory, knowing he was embraced on all sides by the love of his life helped ease his fear.

Before long, Drew was flushed out of the esophagus and landed with a plop in the woman’s cavernous stomach. It was too dark to see anything, so Drew fiddled with a contraption at his temple and turned on a flashlight. The stomach walls had a wrinkly texture and churned at the tiny’s arrival. Gastric acids pooled at Drew’s feet, reaching up to his ankles at the shallowest end. Drew found the semi-digested remains of the yellow pill floating a few inches away from him. It had helped quell the amount of acid in Jess’ stomach, as well as temporarily lowering its acidity. The fluid was hot to the touch, but it otherwise felt to Drew as if he was walking through water, the suit blocking out all liquid from coming in contact with his skin. It couldn’t block out the smell though, a strong sulfuric odor piercing his nose.

“Can you hear me?” Jess called out, her voice penetrating her body and projecting into the stomach.

“Hello?” Drew shouted, hands cupped around his mouth. His voice reverberated through Jess’ body, reaching up to her ears from the inside.

“Oh my God, I can hear you inside me!” Jess held one hand against her stomach, the other still busy down below. “Pound on my stomach walls.” As commanded, Drew stepped over to the edge and slammed his arms against the wall of flesh. He could hear a loud moaning with every hit he took against the gut.

“Having fun?” he asked.

“This is better than I dreamed it’d be. Can you walk around in there?” Shivers ran through her body at the pitter patter of Drew walking through her stomach. As he got deeper in, the gastric acid rose up to his knees and then capped off at his waist. It was kind of like walking into the ocean, only in the place of shifting sand was throbbing tissue. Knowing now that the suit worked as intended, Drew could calmly examine his surroundings, marveling in the natural wonder of the human body. With how wet and fleshy the whole thing was, Drew found being in Jess’ stomach not all that different from being in her pussy, though he had much more room to maneuver in here. The suit also tempered his arousal, the inability to really feel the space he was in left much to be desired compared to the other orifices he enjoyed being shoved naked into.

Jess, on the other hand, was having the time of her life. Drew could feel the world around him stir and shake as his wife masturbated. The moaning only intensified the more Drew moved around. He decided she’d enjoy it if he really got active, so he jumped around, ran laps, and slammed against every surface he could reach. He couldn’t do any damage at his size, each of his actions providing enough impact to send bursts of pleasure through Jess’ synapses. Even a full foot above her vagina, Drew could feel Jess’ body convulse as she reached climax. Drew stumbled back, tumbling onto his back as Jess laid down. A wave of digestive fluid crashed into him as the stomach’s walls became his floor.

Jess rubbed her belly while she caught her breath, more than satisfied with her lover inside her. Once the euphoria subsided, she got up off the bed and walked to the bathroom. Drew tumbled back onto the stomach’s floor, awash with the churning gastric acid. He could feel the impact of every step Jess took as the shockwaves traveled up her legs into her torso. In the bathroom, Jess soaked a towel and wiped up her crotch. Exiting the bathroom, she strutted to the pile of clothes on the carpeted floor. She and Drew had tossed off their clothes there; Drew’s miniature shirt and shorts looked adorable next Jess’. Jess put her clothes back on: a crop top showing off her entire midriff, a pair of shorts, and rubber flip-flops.

There was a button attached to the wall that was connected wirelessly to a terminal outside the room. Jess pressed it, and within seconds there was a knock at her door. “Come in,” she called. A hunk of a man entered her room. He had on a tight purple t-shirt, Beanstalk’s logo stretched across his hulking pecks, and white khakis that curved around his thick thighs.

“How can I be of assistance?” the man asked, bowing slightly. Judging by the visible lack of a tiny, he correctly assumed that the woman’s partner was still in her stomach.

“I was wondering if I could go for a walk. Is that allowed?”  

“Of course.” He stepped away from the door, gesturing for her to walk through. “I’ll accompany you.”

“Afraid I’ll run off with your product?” she jested, rubbing her belly.

“Not at all,” the attendant blushed, embarrassed that he gave her the impression. “It’s for you and your partner’s safety. I’ll be hanging a few yards back for your privacy.”

“I was only kidding,” Jess said as she walked past him into the hallway. “Though I will steal this thing if you give me the chance. As soon as I’m able, I’m buying every flavor you have.”

“If you’d like to give me your email, I can sign you up for our newsletter. You’ll know first thing when pre-orders go up, and you’ll also receive special offers for our other products currently available.” The attendant pulled out a smartphone logged into Beanstalk Co.’s proprietary app. He tried to hand it to Jess so she could sign up, but she was already a few doors down the hallway.

“Sure thing, I’ll give it to you once we’re finished. Right now, I need to enjoy every moment of this while it lasts.”

…

            Jess walked along the beach, the sky ablaze with the orange glow of twilight. Her hand hadn’t left her abdomen since exiting the resort, not wanting to miss a single movement inside her stomach. Drew sat down in the gastric pool, acid rising up to his chest. The searing fluid flowed harmlessly around his suit as he took in the sublime sound of Jess’ beating heart. It was like sitting in his own personal hot tub, utterly relaxed in spite of his surroundings looking like they were taken straight out of a horror film.

            Jess stopped and took in the sun setting behind the picturesque horizon, a cool ocean breezing blowing over her. The attendant trailed behind her, keeping his eyes on her in case he was needed, but retaining enough distance that the couple could have their intimate moment together in peace.

            “Congratulations!” a middle-aged woman cheered, appearing beside Jess from out of nowhere. Jess jumped at the woman’s sudden appearance, sending Drew falling over face first into the gastric pool.

            “Huh? What are you congratulating me for?” Jess asked, taking a step back from the lady.

            “You’re pregnant, aren’t you?” She pointed at her exposed belly. “You’ve been rubbing your gut so much, I figured you’re either pregnant or are walking off a great meal.” The lady laughed at her own joke, confident that her deduction was right and Jess was expecting. Jess’ face grew beet red as she pulled her hand from her abdomen.

            “Um, yep! You guessed it. I’m pregnant,” Jess lied. There was no way she was explaining the truth to this random woman.

            “The baby must still be nine months out with how skinny you are.” The lady leaned in and held her hand next to her mouth as if to block someone from listening in. “Enjoy it while it lasts.” Jess took another step back, smiling awkwardly and hoping she would leave her alone already. “Is he the father?” The woman pointed to the attendant who had gotten closer to hear what was going on.

            “N-no, he’s, uh, he’s a doctor,” Jess stammered. She could hear Drew’s raucous laughter echo through her body. She slapped her belly hard, sending Drew falling face first into the gastric pool, again. The woman shot her a befuddled look. “The baby’s started kicking.”

            “Right,” she said, now being the one stepping back. “I’ll leave you to it.” As the woman went off to wherever she was headed, the attendant approached Jess.

            “We should start heading back now. Your session’s almost up,” he said.

            “Yeah, that’s probably for the best,” Jess chuckled, going back to rubbing her belly as she returned to the resort.

…

Drew stood naked on the bathroom counter, having just peeled out of the skin tight Vore Suit™. Jess towered over him, sipping on a glass of water to cool off her throat. The red pill used to force the tiny out of her stomach also contained a low concentration of pain killers to help soothe the vomiting process, though it could only do so much. Once they were both fully clothed, Jess carried her husband out of their private room. The attendant was waiting with his phone out to accept their payment. 

“Thank you for making use of our product. We've emailed you your receipt, and attached is a short survey if you'd be interested in giving us any feedback or suggestions.” Jess waved the man off and carried Drew off in the direction of their hotel room.

“That was amazing!” she exclaimed. “I never thought I'd get to swallow you like that. Feeling you poke around inside me, it was better than I could've imagined. We gotta do this again tomorrow. I wonder how long 'til they can start selling them? I hope it's not too long. Oh, What'd you think?” Jess asked, eyes lit up like the brightest stars. 

“It wasn't bad,” Drew responded. The disappointment at his lackluster response was palpable. “Being inside you was great, of course, but I couldn't really feel much through the suit. I get that’s the point, but it was like I was a doctor giving you an endoscopy. It made it hard to enjoy it, y’know?” Jess sighed, not having thought of it from his perspective. Outside of the taste, the suit was tight enough that its presence was barely noticeable to her once he left her mouth.

“Yeah, the mouthplay wasn't the same,” she conceded. “When we get our own, I wouldn't want to use it every night, just when we're in the mood, you know. We could role-play with it. Instead of a doctor, you could be, like, a scuba diver, and I'm a sea monster that eats you. Or you could be an astronaut, and I'm an alien that eats you. Or…” She trailed off, her mind overflowing with possibilities. Drew couldn’t help but smile, glad they could have so much fun together.

“Hey, if you’re happy, I’m happy,” Drew concluded. “I can’t wait to go another round tomorrow. It’s nice having my own private pool.”

“That’s the spirit.” Jess brought him up and gave him a peck on the head. “Thanks.”

…

            That night, the couple cuddled together in bed. Drew was lying in Jess’ palm inches from her face, her free hand caressing him with her fingertips. Most of the night had been spent talking about vore, Jess wanting every detail from Drew’s perspective. The Beanstalk Co. attendant emailed her a download link for the suit’s feed which Jess planned to watch, along with the feeds from all the future sessions she had planned, a hundred times when they got back home. But after enough talk, they lied together in silence, appreciating the other for simply being.

            “Drew, I want to have children,” Jess said, fondling her husband’s petit frame.

            “Me too.” He noticed her brow briefly furrow, a split second of melancholy seeping through. “Hey, I’m trying my best here.”

            “We both are, it’s just, we’re gonna have to face facts eventually.” Though they were technically different species, bigs and tinies shared similar enough biology to reproduce. However, the chances of a mixed size couple successfully having children were extremely rare. For a perfectly healthy couple in their early twenties, the chances would be roughly 2%. For Jess and Drew, who were now in their early thirties, the odds dwindled to a measly 0.1%, and every subsequent year would only bring that number down further. Jess stopped taking birth control a year into their relationship, knowing they'd need every chance they could get if they were going to have a child together. “We aren’t getting any younger.”

            “Give it a few more years, until your thirty-five, at least. Then we can look to alternatives. Adoption or artificial insemination…” Both knew full well that neither were good alternatives. Adoption was a notoriously difficult process for mixed size couples. It was a commonly held belief that two parents that both matched the child’s size was the ideal environment for raising said child, thus mixed size couples were met with a level of scrutiny not expected of same size partners. And with tiny parents only reasonably being able to raise tiny children, there was a major disparity between the availability of each size with larger orphans severely outnumbering tiny ones. In many cases, the odds were more in favor of a mixed size couple birthing a child naturally than adopting one. Artificial insemination did not increase the odds of conception between mixed size couples, but it allowed women to receive sperm that fit their size without breaking their vows. The practice was popular among tiny women, but for Jess and Drew’s case, it'd guarantee their child would be too large for Drew to handle, a fact only made harsher by it not being biologically his.

            “I’m sorry. I’m being greedy. I should just be grateful for what we have,” Jess decided.

            “You’re not being greedy. It’s natural that we want this.” Drew crawled out of her palm and climbed onto her nose, hugging it in their version of a kunik. “It’ll all work out. I’m sure of it. I’m your good luck charm, after all.”

…

            About three months after returning from their honeymoon, Jess and Drew were sitting in a hospital room in the radiology department. Jess was lying down in a bed, waiting to receive a sonogram; Drew was standing on a tray beside the bed, his arms wrapped over his wife’s index finger while they waited for the sonographer to arrive. Jess could feel her husband’s rapid heartbeat against her finger and make out the microscopic droplets of sweat forming at his brow.

            “Relax,” she said. “‘It’ll all work out,’ remember?”

            “I know, I’m just nervous. I can’t believe this happening. It seems too good to be true.” Drew could vividly recall that morning three months prior. He woke up to the sound of his wife screaming from the bathroom, and before he could reach the edge of their mattress, she burst into their bedroom waving a positive pregnancy test in her hand. The two had been on cloud nine ever since, but Drew couldn’t shake the anxiety that plagued him at the thought of raising a child, especially if it wound up being too big for him. No visible bump had formed yet, and one wasn’t expected to for at least a month, meaning the two were still in the dark regarding their baby’s size, but all that would be cleared up today with the sonogram.

            “But it is true. We’re really having a baby.” Though she could empathize with her husband, Jess was nothing but giddy, the size of the child having less of an impact on her ability to raise it. Part of her hoped it’d be tiny, for her husband’s sake, but she couldn’t deny that she’d like to carry her child in her arms instead of her palms. “Whatever happens, we’ll adapt and manage. Just like we’ve always done.” Drew’s heartbeat slowed down a bit, his wife’s encouragement doing the trick. Before long, the sonographer walked into the room.

            “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Richards. Are you ready to see your baby?” she said, walking over to her equipment and beginning the procedure. The computer screen whirred to life as the medical practitioner held her probe against Jess’ abdomen. In a matter of moments, the inside of Jess’ womb was visible on the screen. Drew, standing on his tray on the other side of the bed, was too far, and too small, to get a clear view of the screen and had trouble making out what he was looking at. Jess’ perspective wasn’t much clearer, unable to make out anything in the sea of black and grey. The sonographer kept moving the probe until she locked onto her target.

            “There it is,” she said, pointing to the silhouette of a fetus on the screen. “You see it?” Jess and Drew squinted, just barely able to make out the baby’s form on the screen. “It looks to be in good shape, and… Ah, she’s a girl! You can tell by…” The sonographer pointed at the fetus to demonstrate how to determine the sex, when she noticed something odd. She leaned in and squinted towards the screen. With a sudden gasp, the woman jumped back, dropping the probe onto the floor. Without a word, she got up and ran out of the room.

            Jess and Drew were left bewildered, staring wide eyed at each other without a clue as to what was going on. A minute passed before the sonographer returned following an older man in a lab coat.

            “What’s going on?” Jess asked. “Is something wrong?” The doctor didn’t respond, placing the probe back on her abdomen and focusing intently on the image produced. Those few seconds of silence felt like an eternity, Drew’s heartbeat racing once more and Jess’ running the marathon right alongside it. The old man sat back, chuckling to himself, his eyes filled with a youthful spirit he never thought he’d feel again.

            “There’s nothing to worry about,” he spoke softly. “Your children are perfectly healthy.”

            “Children!?” the couple exclaimed.

            “That’s right,” the doctor continued. “You’re having twins. Both girls, to be precise. But that’s not the best part.” The doctor tilted the screen so they could get a better look, zooming in on the fetuses floating side by side, one significantly smaller than the other. “Mrs. Richards, you are going to be the mother of the world’s first recorded instance of mixed size twins.” Her heart skipped a beat, tears welled in her eyes, she choked on her own breath. She thought it a miracle to have a single child, and now she was having two. Looking over at Drew, he was already bawling, a wide, goofy grin sprawled across his face as he tightly clutched his wife’s finger.

            “Looks like we’ll both have our hands full.”