Of course its hard, Steph. Im amazed youve been able to hang in through all of this. Course, youre tough.
Right, Stephanie said, staring into her skim mocha latté. She wondered how many skim mocha lattés shed stared into, talking about relationships falling apart, while Michael sipped on his chai, listening to her vent.
No, really, I cant imagine having to go through what youre going through. Youre holding up really well.
I have to, she said, quietly. Adam
Adam needs me to be strong.
Of course he does, Michael said. Of course he does. But you have needs too.
Stephanie laughed, bitterly. You know, itd be easier if he could pull out of his despair. I dont blame him, I really dont; God knows he has every reason to despair. If his height would just stabilize
I dont mind him being smaller. Its the not knowing when its going to stop
or if its going to stop.
You know, I read a story a while ago, about a guy in
I think it was England, but dont quote me on that. Anyhow, he was a quadriplegic, totally paralyzed. And he worked it out so his wife and his best friend could have an ongoing affair. Said it saved his marriage.
What?
Oh, Im not suggesting you have an affair, Michael said, but Adams going to have to start caring about your feelings at some point, or youre going to fall apart.
Thats just it, Stephanie said. I think if he could get his feet on the ground, if he knew, say, eighteen inches tall, thats it I think he could live with that. We could plan, we could figure it out. He could start to rebound. But who knows where this ends? What if hes the size of a grain of rice, too small for me to hear? How do we live like that? What if it doesnt even stop there? I cant
its worse than him being paralyzed. Lots of people are. We could figure it out. Hire a nurse, go through rehab, enjoy our time. But this is totally new. Totally new. And I just dont have any idea how were going to make it. And as bad as it is for me, I know its worse for him. I mean, Im not wearing toddler clothes. He is. I dont need a stepstool to get onto the toilet. He does. I can still cook and clean and take pictures and do everything I ever could, and he cant. And I feel so
its not right that Im feeling this way when its not me going through this!
Feelings arent right or wrong, Michael said. Theyre just feelings. You cant control what you feel, you can only react to it. You feel like this is a big imposition on you, and it is. Thats not wrong. And yeah, youre right, you owe it to Adam to suck it up a bit I mean, thats just the right thing to do. But you cant be ashamed to have feelings of your own. And you need to vent now and again. I insist on it.
Thanks, she said, smiling weakly. I feel like an idiot, I havent even asked you how Mollys doing.
Oh, we broke up a couple weeks ago, Michael said, downing the last of the coffee. Didnt tell you I know youre going through worse.
Im so sorry, Mike! I thought she was a keeper.
Yeah, well. It happens. Look, you call me when you need to talk, okay?
They shuffled the coffee cups into the garbage, and they hugged for a long time, before they broke off and headed out on their separate paths.
* * *
Stephanie entered the house a bit warily, as the lights were all out. She hadnt been gone so long that Adam would be asleep, she didnt think. Frankly, if he was going to bed at 9:30, shed take that as a sign that his depression had deepened to the point of despair, and shed damn well demand that he go see a psychologist, for all the good that would do.
But as she entered the house, she saw that there was light coming from it, dim, and flickering. She opened the door, and the living room danced in the light of the half-dozen candles, all of which had been set ablaze.
Adam? she said, noting that the letters had all been piled neatly in a corner of the table. She saw a note on the middle of the table, with Adams handwriting, clear as always, though smaller, with two words written on it.
She smiled. His memory was sound. And if the candles were on lower shelves than theyd been before
well, she understood.
She bounded up the stairs, two at a time, remembering exactly when hed first done this for her. Their second anniversary. Shed told him then that he could surprise her like this any time, and he did. Often. Until lately.
She entered the bedroom, where he was waiting in the light of the candles, naked. He smiled, then stammered, I
we dont
Shhh. Stephanie said.
She stripped down; they had done this many times. He waited, quietly, for her to lay face down on the towels that he had arranged on the bed, and then, he took out the oils, and began to massage her back.
Adam found quickly that this was not as easy as it had been when he was three feet taller; nevertheless, he found he was enjoying it. Hed taken a class on therapeutic massage in college, mainly because he thought it was a good place to meet girls, but hed picked up a number of very good tips in that class that allowed him to keep girls once hed met them. And hed never met anyone man or woman who didnt like a good massage.
Stephanie loved them. And he loved giving them to her, sliding his hands over her marvelous, toned body, working the oil into her creamy skin, his hands dancing over all the parts of her all parts he loved. That there was more of her now (at least from his perspective) was not a bad thing. He had always enjoyed this; there was now more of it to enjoy. He put more force into it than he would have at full size, hoping he was equaling his previous output.
Stephanie, for her part, sighed contentedly as the small hands of her lover glided over her back. They werent pushing with the force they once did, but she didnt mind at all. It was still pleasant and sensuous as ever, and she felt the worry about the future wash away as Adam slid his hands along her, caressing her back, her butt, her thighs
it was heavenly.
In due time, she rolled over, allowing him to work his way up her body from toes to breasts. When his face was over hers, she opened her eyes. This was always the point at which she demanded a happy ending.
And so, grinning, she pulled his lips to hers, and gave him a rough kiss.
Adam was surprised by it; he had expected to give her the massage, but he was going to ask quietly if she wanted anything else; he wasnt doing this to get into her pants. Indeed, he hadnt done it the first time in pursuit of sex. Yes, it always seemed to lead to sex, but he never minded if it didnt, because sex was not the sine qua non of the experience. It was Stephanie. Just being with her, making her happy; that was what made him happy. That was all he wanted.
He was surprised by the kiss, but he did not pull back.
He was a bit more surprised when the titaness roughly pulled him up onto her body, but he didnt pull back then, either.
She was nearly twice as tall as he was, now. As he kissed her he was aware that his stomach lay atop her breasts, that his foot landed just south of her crotch. He didnt stop kissing her. He decided that as long as shed let him, hed make love to her.
He began to work his way down her, amazed anew at the size of her breasts; they had never been small, but now they were immense. His lips grazed her nipples, now damn near as big as his thumbs, but he kissed them hungrily, as she groaned in approval. He slid along her belly, the oil from the massage lubricating things as it always did, preparing to kiss her below, when she said, stop.
What? he said, looking up at her between the valley between her breasts.
I want you inside of me, she said, huskily. We can come back to that later, if you want to. But right now, I want you to fuck me as hard as you can.
As their interests aligned nicely, Adam slid back up, bringing himself in for docking. Her vagina was already wet, receptive to him. He fit easily now, of course, but Stephanie still moaned as he pushed himself into her. He put every ounce of energy he had into it, knowing that he wasnt going too deep into her, but not caring. And Stephanie felt him in her, and she knew it was not as big as it had once been, but it still felt good, Adam and her connected together, and she reached behind him, holding his little butt in her hands, pushing him into her, and he felt himself pushed as far in as he could go, pushing into the woman he loved, his head buried between and beneath her breasts, and he spasmed, and released.
She felt him unload, and sighed, happily. It didnt matter. It didnt matter. For the moment, everything was okay.
* * *
That was a good idea, she murmured to him, some time later.
Well, I
I havent done much lately but mope. Im not saying that all is well, but
well, damn it, I dont know how much time I get with you. I want to enjoy it. I want you to enjoy it.
She smiled at that. Im grateful for every day I get with you.
They held each other, for a good long time. Adam didnt tell her about how hed considered, after she left, just finding a way to end it. How hed been looking for a razor blade when he came across the matches. He didnt want her to know how close hed been to giving up; it embarrassed him. Especially considering what a good night he would have missed out on.
Steph, if this keeps going forever, if I get so small that you cant even see me
I want you to do something for me.
Huh?
He swallowed. He knew what he was asking of her. If Im going to be the size of a microbe Im not going to live long after that, right? And frankly, if it gets to that point, I dont think I want to. So please, if I get so small we cant talk, so small you can see me
I just want you to turn me loose on your body, somewhere. You pick.
Adam
.
No, Im serious, he said. If Im going to die, I want to be with you when I do. Just
if you could do that, thats all Ill ask. If Im big enough to see, Ill keep fighting. But if I get so small that Im lost to the world
.
Stephanie looked at him, and smiled sadly. I will, she said, quietly, and she knew as she said it that it was okay. She imagined him, lost in her cleavage, her breasts the size of mountains, and she sighed. They would be together, even if they couldnt communicate. She understood.
She hoped and prayed it wouldnt come to that. Adam did, too.
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