Cat vs Mouse (Part 2)

I arrived there around 20 minutes earlier. I didn’t want them to be alone without me even a second. Unfortunately, a little later, I realized that they already had, as the two of them showed up together, walking right towards me.

“Hey, Lena!”, Daniel said. “Have you been here for long?”

“Oh, no, no, don’t worry. Just a few minutes.”, I answered.

“Good.”, he said, relieved. “It wasn’t my fault. Paula went to pick me up super late.”

Paula simply elbowed him and said something in Spanish, causing them both to chuckle a little. I was already clenching my fists. Why did she have to pick him up? They had already started the night without me. But no, I tried to shake those thoughts off my head. The night was just beginning, and I had to stay calm.

“I’m sorry, Lena.”, he said, staring up at me. “It’s just that…”

He suddenly stopped, and his facial expression seemed to be blank, as if he was in trance. It took me only a few seconds to notice that he was actually checking me out. It seemed like he had just then noticed what I was wearing. In any normal circumstances, I would have backed away and covered myself. However, this was exactly what I was expecting, so I simply stood there, letting him do so. I still felt a bit embarrassed and even nervous, but I tried to act cool.

As he did that, I took those moments to check out the two tinies by my feet, too. He was wearing a cute salmon shirt, a pair of gray trousers and black shoes. Apparently, he was the only inconspicuous of the three, as Paula was showing around the same amount of skin as I was. Her cropped top made her already pronounced curves look even more noticeable. Her mini-skirt showed just as much thigh as my shorts. The only difference is that her shoes were high-heeled. It was hard for me to estimate at her size, but they seemed to be almost as tall as stilts! I wondered how she could ever walk on them.

“Maybe she’s trying to look a little closer to my stature…”, I thought, trying not to grin.

As Daniel and I looked at each other’s outfits, Paula decided to interrupt by sweeping him off his feet with her arms and lifting him like a groom does to a bride, obviously holding him right at her chest level. He complained in Spanish, and as she replied, she took him inside. I didn’t lose a second, and looking around like crazy for an entrance my size, I quickly got inside too.

The place wasn’t as crowded as I thought it would be, but there were still plenty of people. Most were either drinking or dancing, but a few were sitting at tables and enjoying meals. Fortunately, most people inside were around Daniel’s size, so my height gave me a panoramic view of the club. That’s when I spotted the two of them, already sitting by a table that seemed to be big and yet small enough to fit both of them.

I immediately made a beeline for them. Of course, I had to watch each one of my steps, as there wasn’t a lot of space on the floor to place my feet. I noticed a few of the tinies check me out too as they moved to avoid my steps. I blushed a little, but I didn’t have time to linger. In a few more steps, I was already standing right next to them, squatting close to get a better look.

“Oops! Sorry about that.”, I said, seeing Daniel almost being toppled off his chair by the impact of my feet so close to him. “Hey, why don’t I take you two to a table closer to my size? My back is going to start hurting any second if I remain squatting like this.”

Daniel nodded, and before Paula could even react, I reached down with both hands and cupped them around the two tinies, carefully lifting them, along with their chairs and table, and carrying them to a table my size and slowly placing them on it. I then proceeded to sit on a chair right by it. I made sure to let both my breasts rest right on the table, trying to somehow make them look bigger and more striking.

It seemed to work, as both Daniel and Paula couldn’t avoid directing their gaze to them. I was about to say the classic “up here!”, but they quickly looked away, as if embarrassed. I was sure that they had at least gotten a good glimpse of them, but I wasn’t done showing off my size.

“Could any of you pass me a napkin, please?”, I asked, looking at them, grinning. “Just kidding! I’ll get it myself.”

And with that, I reached for the napkin, leaning over the table. Daniel and Paula sat right between me and the napkin holder, so I took this opportunity to show off a little more. Trying to make it look as accidental as possible, I bumped Paula with my left boob, doing my best to avoid hitting Daniel as well. The impact, barely even noticeable for me, was strong enough to knock her and the chair down, as a bowling ball would do with a pin. I immediately backed away, faking a gasp and helping her up.

“Oops! I’m so sorry! Are you OK?”, I asked, barely managing to stop myself from smiling.

“What the Hell was that?!”, she asked me, angry.

She somehow seemed to be aware of my true intentions, but I didn’t really care. This whole circus was aimed at Daniel, so I looked from the corner of my eye and noticed that he was dumbfounded, staring blatantly at my cleavage with his mouth wide open. I guess my little display of bigness and power was too much for him. It was actually working! Sarah was a genius!

What I didn’t notice at first, though, was that Paula and Daniel had already got drinks, and my sudden “breast-thrust” had spilled it on her top. She immediately stood up, using a few of the tiny napkins to try and dry it off. Of course, a few napkins weren’t enough, and she just stamped her foot, annoyed.

“Ugh…now I have to go to the bathroom”, she said, glaring up at me. “Would you mind giving me a hand to the floor?”, she asked, more demanding than requesting.

“Oh, sure, sure!”, I said, sweeping her off her feet with my hand, as if it was a spoon, and setting her down on the floor. She just snorted and turned around, storming towards the bathroom. I was about to sit back and proceed to talk to Daniel, but I suddenly realized that it was the perfect opportunity to confront Paula without him being present.

“Hey, I think I’ll just go to the bathroom too. Sorry to leave you alone.”

“No worries.”, he said, chuckling. “I just will never understand why you girls always go to the bathroom in pairs.”

“Hehe, girls’ secret!”, I said, playing dumb, and turning around, heading towards the bathroom area.

My giant legs carried me swiftly across the place, easily outrunning Paula. There were several doors there, all marked with the women’s bathroom symbol. However, I ignored the one scaled to my size and instead waited right by the door I guessed was Paula’s size. Just moments later, I noticed the tiny Colombian girl walking towards the door I was keeping an eye on. She was still trying to dry off her top, so I decided to give her a surprise.

Instead of simply getting her attention by calling her name, I slowly placed my foot in her path. Too busy with her top, she failed to notice it and bumped against my bare ankle, falling down and landing on her rear. She released a cute, high pitched yelp as she did; I couldn’t help but chuckle a little because of this.

“Hey!”, she shouted, furiously. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“We need to talk”, I said, trying to sound tough, as I bent over and pinched her tiny ankle between my index and thumb fingers, lifting her from the floor and dangling her, upside down, right in front of my face.

“Put me down right now!”

“In a second.”, I said, walking into the bathroom my size and closing the door behind. Once inside, I unceremoniously placed her next to the sink. She jumped back onto her feet, staring up at me, defiant.

“Are you out of your mind?”, she asked, crossing her arms. “Why did you brought me here?”

“First of all, it’s 'why did you BRING me here?'”, I said, mocking her. “And second, I’m the one asking the questions here. First, why do you keep getting between Daniel and me?”

“What are you talking about?”, she said, obviously playing dumb with me. “I’m not doing anything.”

“Yes, you are. And I’m starting to get sick of it.”, I said, poking her chest with my finger, knocking her off her feet again.

“Would you cut that out already?!”, she asked, standing up yet again, dusting her clothes with her hands.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to be making demands.”, I said, leaning closer to her and poking her chest again, this time with my nose, but to the same effect.

As she got back on her feet once again, I started to realize just how roles had changed. Timid and nerdy Lena had now the upper hand against an outgoing, popular and hot Latina. And not just because of physical strength. I also seemed to be winning the quarrel for Daniel’s attention. I knew that abusing my size and strength wasn’t good at all, but I had always been bullied by girls like her. Maybe finally confronting one of them, even if a teeny tiny one, would be just what I needed to give my self-esteem a good boost.

“OK, OK, fine! I’ll tell you.”, she said, sighing. “Just stop knocking me down, OK?”

“I’m hearing you.”, I said, placing my elbows in front of her, and then resting my chin on my hands.

“Look, the thing is…you’re just too big for him.”, she started. “I’m obviously not attracted to him like that, but I really care about him. He’s my best friend, after all. So I don’t want to see him getting hurt.”

“But why would he get hurt?”, I asked, surprised. “I’d never, ever do that.”

“It’s not like that.”, she continued. “And you actually look like a nice girl. The thing is that no relationship can work with people of so different sizes. Trust me, I know.”

“OK, I understand that he’s your friend and you want to protect him, but he’s old enough, you know? He makes his own decisions now. And I’m sorry if you don’t approve, but there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“Is that so?”, she said, defiant again. “Well, we’ll see. You might be super big, but I can get the attention of any guy I want. And I’ll make sure that he understands what a bad idea it is to have a girlfriend so big.”

“Really? And how are you gonna do that?”

“Simple. Showing him how much better the girls are at his size.”

“Is that so? Well, then, let the best girl win.”, I said, reaching for her.

“No, don’t touch me!”, she said, slapping my palm as it easily engulfed her body.

“But first…”, I said, holding her in my fist, right under the water tap and turning it on. In just a couple of seconds, her whole body was already drenched. I felt her tiny body tremble a little in my hand, so I just turned the water off and held her at face level.

“You bitch!”, she shouted, furiously.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I just thought a cold shower might help you chill out a little bit”, I said, laughing.

“Just shut up and put me down, OK?”, she asked, pounding against my fist.

“That’s right. You wanted to go to the bathroom, didn’t you?”, I asked her, scratching my chin a little. “Very well, I’ll give you a lift there.”

With the tiny Colombian still in my fist, I walked out of the bathroom, taking a couple of steps towards the door her size and crouched right in front of it. I then opened my fist, holding Paula on my open palm. Smiling down at her, I reached with my other hand, pinching the back of her top with my index and thumb, and lifting her off my palm. I immediately heard a ripping sound as I did.

“Eeeek!”, she shouted. “You’re stretching it! Put me down right now!”

“Hey, I’m not stretching it.”, I said, grinning. “I’m just holding it. It’s your body that is stretching it, pulling down. Maybe if you lost a little weight…”

She seemed to snap, and started cursing at me (I guess) in Spanish. I couldn’t tell, of course, but because of her tone and the general context, I’m pretty sure she was trying to insult me.

“Don’t waste your breath, I can’t understand a word of Spanish”, I said, mocking her.

I then lowered her closer to the floor, holding her just centimeters of it. Instead of simply setting her down, I opened the tiny door with my free hand. She was already kicking her legs, as if trying to somehow reach the ground right under her.

“What are you waiting for?”, she asked, both curious and annoyed.

“Nothing at all. In you go! Adiós.”, I said, gently flicking her tiny rear with my index finger. The impact wasn’t actually very strong, just enough to fling her into the bathroom. I peeked inside right after doing it to check if everything was fine. I saw her pick herself up, rubbing her bottom.

After making sure that she wasn’t injured, I stood back up and returned to our table. Daniel was still sitting there, probably really bored.

“Sorry about that”, I said.

“No worries”, he said, obviously ignoring everything that happened between Paula and me. “Where is Paula, though?”

“Oh, isn’t she back yet?”, I asked, trying to sound curious. “I mean, we use different bathrooms, so I have no idea.”

He just shrugged and we started to talk. As much as I enjoyed finally being alone with him without her pestering us, I couldn’t help but start to feel very guilty about what I had just done. I mean, she had been just as bitchy and mean as me, but using my size to bully her like that just felt really wrong. I had always complained about bullies in school, and now I was no different than any of them. I guess that being so big compared to her and having so much control for the first time while facing someone like her was too much for me. It actually felt pretty good while it lasted, but now I just felt horrible with myself.

“Are you OK?”, Daniel asked me. “You seem a little…off”

“What? Oh! Sure, sure.”, I said, coming back to reality. “I’m fine, don’t worry.”

“Is everything OK?”, he asked again, noticing that something was going on.

Before I could answer, though, I felt a little tickle on the side of my foot. Looking down, I noticed Paula slamming her fists against my skin.

“Paula?”, I asked her. “Need a lift?”

She didn’t answer me, just kept attacking me. Ignoring her weak attempts to hurt me, I reached down and gently picked her up, placing her on the table. She was still wet, but at least she wasn’t dripping anymore.

“Oh, my God!”, said Daniel. “What happened to you?”

I gulped, hoping she wouldn’t tell on me.

“Oh, it’s nothing”, she said, obviously not wanting to sound like a whining kid. “The bathroom tap suddenly exploded.”

“I see.”, he said. “You must be freezing! Here.”, he stood up, picked up his coat and covered her shoulders with it as good as he could. She was twice his height, so it seemed like a grown woman trying to cover herself with a child’s coat.

I appreciated that they were speaking in English for a change, but things weren’t looking very good for me. Daniel was now paying too much attention to her, practically ignoring me. This sudden turn of events had made her the victim, which caused him to focus only on her and her wellbeing.

“Thank you”, she told him, staring up at me and smiling.

I frowned, looking down at her. She was really taking advantage of her situation. And I suddenly realized to what extent. Daniel didn’t notice our glaring showdown because his eyes were somehow drawn to her cleavage. Don’t get me wrong, I know that a boy would obviously be attracted to a cleavage that big, but this was different.

Wondering what was with his sudden interest for her chest, I discretely took a glimpse of it too. I almost gasped at what I saw: her wet top got stuck to her breasts, letting any bystander see right through the fabric. No girl would feel comfortable with that, but in that specific situation, it certainly gave her the upper hand.

“Hey, you want to go dancing?”, she asked him, which snapped him out of his mesmerism.

“Eh…uhh…s…sure…”, he said, obviously embarrassed.

“Hey, Lena”, she said, looking at me. “Would you be a doll and give us a lift to the dancing floor?”

I couldn’t believe it. A doll-sized girl was calling me a doll! Somehow she was back in control, even after my childish tantrum in the bathroom. And she was even holding his hand! I certainly didn’t want to take them to the dancing floor, but if I refused I’d just seem rude. Sighing, I gently picked them up and placed them right in the middle of the dancing floor. Some other tinies were dancing on it too, so I felt pretty awkward being the only one just standing there; even more considering that my size compared to them made me easy to spot.

Daniel and Paula started dancing. Being twice as tall as he was, Paula’s crotch and rear were about the same level as his face, and she made sure to shake both of them effusively enough to keep his attention on them. Her thighs, about as big as his whole body, bumped against him every now and then, as if giving him a taste of what she could do.

I couldn’t stand it any longer. Without hesitating, I lifted my right foot and stamped it right next to them, knocking them off their feet. Startled, they stared up at me, wondering why I did that. Fortunately, I was able to think fast enough and came up with the perfect excuse.

“Oops! Sorry down there!”, I said, giggling. “I’m such a clumsy dancer!”

“Don’t worry, Lena.”, Daniel said, kindly.

They got back onto their feet and continued dancing. To make my charade believable, however, I needed to keep dancing. Unfortunately, I wasn’t lying before. I was a terribly clumsy dancer. So there I was, feeling like a T-Rex dancing among mice. Each of my steps caused about four or five dancers to fall. I kept apologizing every time it happened, but eventually they just started backing away from me, trying to avoid my enormous feet.  Some even left the dancing floor. I was so embarrassed that it took me a while to notice the kind of dance that Daniel and Paula were sharing.

Paula was dancing much dirtier than before. Her oversized rear rubbed Daniel’s face every two or three seconds. He was obviously too overwhelmed to react, and just kept dancing. She might not have been as big as me, but she certainly knew how to use her size to full potential.

I just couldn’t take it anymore. He was still MY date, and I wasn’t going to let some slutty girl lure him away from me. I walked towards them, crouched, and swiftly reached down for him. They were dancing so close to each other, and my hand was so big compared to them, that I accidentally bumped her with the back of my hand as I scooped him, once again toppling her.

Before he could even realize what was going on, I wrapped my fingers around his tiny body, snatched him from the dancing floor and gave him the biggest kiss he had ever had. I was so agitated and so nervous that I didn’t consider his size compared to me, and ended up engulfing his whole face with my lips. Realizing this, I immediately pulled him away from my face.

“I’m so sorry!”, I said, blushing. “I don’t know why I did that.”

“That’s OK, Lena.”, he said, smiling up at me. “Why did you stop, though?”

Hearing this, as if on cue, I thrust him against my lips once again, kissing him as passionately as I could. He seemed to be enjoying it just as much as I did. Our first kiss ended up being much different as I expected, but just as enjoyable and rewarding. Maybe even more.

As we kissed, I could feel Paula’s diminutive hands hitting my foot again. Without really minding her, I simply shook my foot a little, bumping my ankle against her body and knocking her over. I wasn’t going to let her ruin my first kiss with Daniel, now was I?

I finally pulled him away from my lips again. His face was all covered with my lip gloss. I giggled and used a napkin to remove it from him.

“So…”, I started, nervously. “Do you like girls who make the first move?”

“Love them!”, he answered, blowing me a kiss. I did the same and we both laughed. We probably looked like a really stupid couple as we did, but we didn’t care. I guess my reckless idea seemed to work after all, don’t you think?

***

The night finally ended. Daniel, Paula and I were already out of the club. I was holding both of them, one in each hand.

“Well, I guess it’s time to go home.”, he said.

“Of course”, I said. “But I need to do something first. Can I have a little girl to girl chat with Paula, please? It will just take a second.”

“Sure, sure. Take all the time you need.”, he said, as I put him down by my feet. “I’m glad you two girls get along already.”

Paula and I faked a smile as I walked away from him. When I was certain that he couldn’t hear us anymore, I sat on the ground, holding her on my open palm at face level.

“Listen”, I started, taking a deep breath. “I’m really sorry about what happened in there. Especially in the bathroom. I was extremely mean to you and I feel awful about it. I wasn’t being me. I don’t know why I did it. Things just got out of control. Could you please forgive me?”

“Hey, don’t worry about it.”, she said, surprisingly calm. “I admit that I was being a bitch to you, too. And I actually realized that you were right. He’s a grown boy already. I don’t have any right to control his love life. I just worry a lot about him, and I don’t want to see him hurt.”

“Oh, you really don’t have to worry about it. I promise I’ll do my best to never hurt him. I know it’s not very common to see a couple of such different sizes, but I’m sure we can make it work out.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. I mean, you turned into a lioness just to fight for him.”, she said, giggling. “He seems to be in pretty good hands with you…literally!”

We both laughed now. After a very rough night, things seemed to be wrapping up pretty well. Not only had my relationship with Daniel taken a huge step forward, but Paula and I even seemed to start getting along.

“Well, still, I feel like I overdid it.”, I said, truly regretful. “If there’s anything I can ever do to make it up to you, just let me know.”

“Hmmm…very well. You might come handy in the future.”, she said, smiling. “I’ll give you a call if I ever need someone your size, then.”

“Fair enough”, I said. “Daniel has my phone number.”

“Perfect. Now, let’s go. He’s waiting for us.”

I used my free hand to push my body back on my feet, accidentally flattening a tiny bench under my palm while doing so.

“Whoops!”, I said, looking at the flattened object stuck to my palm. “Oh, well…I’ll take it as a souvenir”, I thought, chuckling. “It’s not like people can sit on it anymore.”

I walked back to Daniel and picked him up, taking both of them to their homes. I made sure I gave him my number this time. I didn’t want him to show up at my house like he did last time. I was really tired from that night, so I simply gave him a goodnight kiss and went home. I was exhausted, but just as happy. I was eager to tell Sarah how things had gone, even if that meant telling her that, once again, her plan had worked. As always, she was right. God, I hated her sometimes!