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Tiffany made her way out the back door with Thomas still in her open palm something that put Thomas on edge. The little girl was humming merrily, giving Thomas a brief look before smiling. "Hey lighten up, Thomas, you'll like Carol Park." She said.
Thomas looked up at her with those worry eyes of his, something that made Tiffany gush mentally. He's just so cute!
"It's just...are you gonna keep me out like this? Can't you put me in your pocket or a purse or something?" Thomas pleaded. It felt strange asking her such questions as if he was a doll that came to life on a child's whim.
Tiffany's eyes grew with realization. "Oh right! I almost forgot my purse! Thanks for reminding me, Thomas." She said, running back in the house while cupping her other hand over Thomas.
They were back outside, in front of the garage and this time, Thomas was inside of a colorful purse with a few cute narwhals on it. The purse had a strap for Tiffany's convenience. Tiffany made her way to the garage button, pressing it to open the door. Thomas poked his head out to the queer noise that was actually the garage door opening. Tiffany devised a means for Thomas for which he could poke his head out of the purse by putting a small teddy bear in the purse that he could crawl up on for elevation and instead of closing the flap of the purse on the outside, Tiffany slipped the flap inside the purse that way Thomas could squirm through and breach his head whenever he felt like it. Thomas had to give it to the girl that she could be clever when she wanted too.
"You never told tell me you drived?" Thomas yelled up. He was joking, Tiffany knew given that he was smiling.
"I wish. I'm just getting my bike. Your little story back there gave me the idea." Tiffany responded, entering the garage.
"So we're going cycling, then. Sounds good." Thomas said.
Tiffany rose a brow, smirking. "What, your not gonna tell me that sounds dangerous and you might get hurt?" Tiffany teased.
Thomas shook his head, grinning. "Nope. I'm actually looking forward to this."
Tiffany gave the little man a pet on his head. "Good 'cause we're gonna have fun. You'll see."
Soon enough, Tiffany found her bike. The garage itself was rather clean, Thomas noticed. Back when he lived with his parents, the garage was a total mess full with junk to the point where his mom and dad had to park their cars on the driveway. His family knew his dad was responsible for the hoarding. Another thought about men not existing entered Thomas's mind. Is this how the world would be if men didn't existed? Would it be perfect if men didn't exist?
His thoughts were broken immediately when Thomas felt a sudden rush of wind. The way the concrete started moving fast and the shaky jostling told Thomas enough. Tiffany was on her bike. For better words, it was like an amusement park ride to him. One that was making him nauseous.
"T-T-Tiffany...s-s-slow..." He couldn't finish his sentence, instead, he slowly slipped back inside the purse, gripping the small teddy bear's fur, face planted on it's stomach.
When they made their way to their destination, Tiffany was panting, with a smile on her face with one foot on the floor to keep her and her red bicycle steady.
"Thomas, we're here!" Tiffany reached for her purse, opening it. What she saw made her cringe. Her bear was covered in bile and laying next to the bile was a sick Thomas.
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Thomas slowly sipped the ginger ale from the cap, sighing happily from the tasty beverage that was also soothing his stomach. He was on Tiffany's palm who bought him the ginger ale after she gave her purple little teddy bear a thorough cleaning in the bathroom. Tiffany had left her bike inside the shack of a park ranger lady Tiffany's mom knew who was more than happy to watch her bike for her.
As Thomas slowly slurped from the cap, Tiffany gave his head a gentle pat causing Thomas to look up at her with a grateful smile.
"Sorry, Thomas. I shouldn't have rode so fast." Tiffany apologized, with a forlorn look on her face.
Thomas patted her finger reassuringly. "Hey, it's fine. At least you got me this ginger ale to make up for it."
Tiffany beamed instantly. She was sitting on a green bench, already enjoying the day. Behind her and Thomas was a lovely cluster of rose bushes and in front of her was the huge pristine fountain she loved with a nude female angel that held a vase of some sort that expelled water into the fountain almost endlessly. There was a smooth black concrete path that separated Tiffany from the fountain, one that was quite big that surrounded much of the park. It was meant for walking, cycling, skating and the likes. Everything else was covered in grass, trees and flowers. Tiffany watched the other park-goer pass by her, some even waving at her, Tiffany waving back in turn with a friendly smile.
Thomas on the other hand, paid more attention to the park-goers, who were all females of different age, color, and height. Their height may have been different amongst theirselves but to Thomas, these women and girls were absolutely colossal! He saw two young girl somewhere in the distance racing each other on scooters. He nearly jumped out of Tiffany's hand when a older brunette women, her hair bounded in a ponytail in black yoga pants with a grey tank top and grey sneakers with sunglasses on and a walkman tied to her arm by a black band passed by too close to Tiffany, jogging. It was a complete anomaly how the giant woman could move so quickly.
Thomas saw many other giant females too but started to relax a little when he realize they were all going about their day innocently, not one was concerned with Thomas at the least. With his fears settled, he started enjoying the scenery much like Tiffany was doing now, crossing his legs to sit.
Tiffany felt his movement, looking down giggling.
"I see your getting comfortable down there, little Tommy." She said.
Thomas inhaled the air, sighing. "This really is a nice park."
"Yup. It's my favorite park." Tiffany responded, simply.
"Hey, Tiff. I bet your hand is getting tired. You could put me down if you want."
Tiffany gave him an amused look. "Tiff, huh?"
"Hey, if you get to call me Tommy, I get to call you Tiff." He said, in a matter of factly tone.
Tiffany only giggled. She liked how bold Thomas was to her since he was her friend. It made their relationship all too real. Any other tiny who would talk to her like that would find theirselves in her tummy or squished into an unrecognizable pulp under her soles.
"Fair enough, little guy." She said. "Want some more ginger ale?"
"Yes, please!" Thomas said.
Now sitting on her lap, Thomas was offered more of the nice cold beverage from the capless bottle next to Tiffany's leg, both Tiffany and Thomas took a sip, Thomas from the cap, Tiffany from the bottle. They both sighed, happily enjoying the nice weather, the occasional chirping of birds and the friendly park-goers that passed by them.
Once they were done sitting, Tiffany decided to go on a stroll around the park, with Thomas back in her purse, head out. They chatted amongst theirselves and laughed as they took their stroll. Eventually, they made their way to a wooden boardwalk not to far from the park. There were women and girls there of course, even more than there were at the park but Thomas wasn't scared.
Amongst the boardwalk of females were stands that sold food and somewhere in the distance, Thomas could see a brunette woman, her hair in a bun with brown short shorts, flip-flops, a white T-shirt with letters Thomas couldn't make out and glasses passing out papers, cheerily.
Tiffany peered down at the little man watching everything. "I'm gonna buy some ice cream. Want anything?"
Thomas stared up at her, pondering for a second. "Ice cream sounds good."
Tiffany placed her hands on her hips, frowning. "Thomas...You can't finished an ice cream by yourself! It'll melt!"
Thomas waved his hand, dismissively. "Don't worry about it. Just buy one ice cream for yourself and I'll share it with you, that way you'll save more money."
"But...but what if you don't like the one that get?" Tiffany asked.
Thomas snickered. "Tiff, there's no ice cream that I don't like."
Tiffany's eyes widened. "Wow. Your hardcore." She said, impressed. She couldn't fathom eating anything gross like rum raisin or birthday cake, flavors she promised she would never eat again.
They made their way to an ice cream truck that was parked on the sand below the boardwalk but only to be stopped by someone.
"Um, excuse me. Little girl. Yes you."
Tiffany turned, somewhat annoyed that someone was stopping her from buying her ice cream. Thomas, of course had no other choice but to turn as well. It was the woman passing out the flyers.
She was bending over slightly to meet eye level with Tiffany, smiling sweetly.
"Yeah?" Tiffany said, trying to mask her annoyance. Her mother always told her to be respectful to older women unless they were being rude to her.
"Yes, hi. My name is Karynn Yates and I couldn't help but notice your little friend there."
This caused both Tiffany and Thomas to widen their eyes in fear. Tiffany instinctly pulled her purse back, hands protectively around the purse and Thomas. "You can't have him! He's not for sale!" Tiffany barked.
The woman waved her hands defensively. "Woah. Woah. You misunderstand. Um, here, look." The woman said reaching in her pocket to pull something out. It took Tiffany a second to realize that the something was actually a someone. The woman gentle lowered a tiny man, just like Thomas towards Tiffany's face. The woman, known as Karynn smiled. "Meet my friend and co-worker, Mike Davidson."
Tiffany's eyes regarded the little man in the woman's hand, curiously. He was a black man, his head completely bald with a bit of a small black beard and mustache on his face. He wore a blue Hawaiian shirt with red flowers on it with a khaki shirt and brown flip-flops. He was not scared of being held by the woman or by staring into Tiffany's face. In fact, he was smiling at her genuinely.
"Hello there, young lady. How are you doing on this fine day?" He said.
Tiffany was taken back, not expecting the little man to talk to her. "Uh, fine?" She responded, unsure.
"Great. Great. Happy to hear it. As Karynn just mentioned, my name is Mike Davidson."
Karynn smiled. "See, me and Mike here are social workers who work for an organization known as B.P.S.P.U."
Tiffany eyes grew wide. "I heard that name before on T.V.! You guys talk about how tinies should be respect and stuff."
Karynn and Mike nodded proudly. "Right now, we're hosting a program in this town where women and girls like me and you could learn more about smaller people like your friend there and Mike." Karynn said, pointing at Tiffany's purse. "If you don't mind, could we speak to your friend?" Karynn added.
Tiffany was reluctant but eventually complied. She pulled Thomas out and placed him in her open palm much to Thomas confusion.
"Hey Tiffany, what's going..." Thomas head stared up at the enormous bespectacle woman he had saw earlier, the one who found out he was in Tiffany's purse. By the angle, he could tell he was on her hand but in front of him was another man, slightly taller than Thomas himself. They both smiled at Thomas, eagerly.
"His name is Thomas and I'm Tiffany." Thomas turned to Tiffany who's face was a few feet away from the woman's palm.
"Tiffany, what are you doing?" Thomas said, between clench teeth. He was getting tired of being passed around to giantess to giantess.
Tiffany sighed. "They're cool, Thomas. I've seen them on TV."
Before Thomas could responded, his shoulder was grabbed, body turned and next thing he knew, he was shaking hands with the man next to him.
"Thomas. Tiffany. Nice to meet you both!" The man said, still shaking Thomas's hand, shaking Thomas's whole body in the process. Thomas couldn't tell if the guy was that strong or if he himself was just that skinny.
The man finally let go then allowed his friend to talk. "Hello their, Thomas. As we were telling your friend here before, my name is Karynn Yates and this is Mike Davidson. Were both social workers for the organization known as B.P.S.P.U. It basically stands for Big People Small People Unite. Our goal as of now is to start a free program here in this town that'll encourage women and girls like Tiffany and I to show a more softer side to smaller people such as yourself and Mike here."
Thomas had to comprehend that for a second before a big grin started to spread on his face. "Say no more. We'll just take a flyer."
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Beverly had her eyes shut tight. Her heart was racing. This was it. The moment she dreaded was here and now.
"Hey, I'm here for you, Bev. You could do it." It was Zeke, gently touching her arm. She smiled, her eyes still closed. They'd called each other by their really names when they were serious as opposed to the "spirit names," something that Zeke made up years ago, even before they met although Zeke believed they were real, spiritual things.
Fwip!
Beverly eeped. "It's cool. It's cool. She's just tying the rubber thingy around your arm." Zeke cooed. Beverly nodded, nervously. She started to feel the alcohol being rubbed on her arm.
"It's OK. I'm right by your side. You've got nothing to worry about." Zeke's voice was soothing, loving.
"OK. We're all done." It was the nurse. Beverly opened her eyes slowly to find a Band-Aid on her left arm and next to it, Zeke smiling up to her with that lazy look of his that she came to adore.
Beverly looked at the nurse who was smiling warmly at her. She was a blond like herself but a bit older, yet attractive nonetheless, her long hair pooling over her shoulders.
"T-That's it." Beverly stuttered. "I-I didn't even feel it."
The nurse, taking off her gloves and desposing them into the trash bin smiled at her. "You'll be surprise what support can do. Your quite lucky to have boyfriend like that." She said, point to Zeke.
Beverly smiled at her tiny boyfriend gratefully. "I know."
Zeke started to crawl up Beverly's arm. "Now, let's see how big that hole is." He said, mischievously reaching for the Band-Aid.
Beverly quickly flicked the small man only enough to make him fall off and groan a bit in pain. "Don't you dare touch it!" Beverly yelled, recoiling her arm to her chest.
When they left the health clinic, Beverly starting rubbing her arm, pouting. "I think it's starting to hurt, now." Zeke, who was perched on her shoulder, chuckled, shaking his head. Her blue high heeled sandals clicked as she walked. They matched the tight fitted blue dress that hugged her body along with the blue and gold purse around her shoulder. Her right wrist was covered in numerous gold bangles, her hair braided into a crown on her head with a few strands falling down her face. Zeke, who was anything but fancy wore a white tank top and a camo shorts with green flip-flops along with his trademark beanie.
"Nah, it's in your head." Zeke said.
"Ugh, I hate needles!" Beverly said, angrily stomping her foot down. She felt a loud squelching noise under her sandal clad foot. When Beverly lifted her foot, she smirked evilly. There, flatten into a nasty red goop of blood and guts was a tiny. Beverly could tell it was once a man. That was the only good thing about coming all the way out here to this clinic for her annual Physical. The area had feral tinies. Zeke wasn't aware of what had just happened only tapped on Beverly's shoulder to get her attention.
"Huh? What is it, Gummy Bear?" Beverly said, turning her head to Zeke.
"Could you take out the paper those people gave us?" Zeke asked.
Beverly rolled her eyes, pulling out the paper from her purse in front of Zeke. "Gale, I don't get why you made me take this! Why do I have to respect other tinies, for? Please tell me we're not going to their meeting, tomorrow?!" She whined. Her eyes drifted to the concrete as she spotted two more tinies ahead. Beverly smiled, moving the paper away Zeke much to his confusion and trodded quickly towards the duo. The tinies below froze in fear much to Beverly's delight. She noticed it was two little boys.
They stared up at her in horror. Beverly gave them a fake grin before lifting her sandal clad foot on both boys and crushing them into nothingness with a sickening squelch. Beverly sighed, blissfully. She needed that after being exposed to one of her phobia, earlier.
"Hey, Beauty. What did you do just now?" Zeke asked. He couldn't have seen the tinies being crushed thanks to Beverly's titanic breasts.
"Nothing, sweetie! Just some bugs that needed to go squash." Beverly grinned, wickedly.
Zeke cringed. He wasn't one to agree on hurting animals big or small but he had to convince Beverley to do this."OK, so as I was saying, I think it would be nice to check it out. They got food, games, and they said we'll meet other people like us and those social worker dudes that gave us this paper." Zeke said, eagerly.
Beverly, who was staring down at another tiny, a woman, who was stupid enough to try and hit her footwear with her tiny arms only responded with a "uh-huh."
"Think about it, Beauty. An opportunity to meet new people and to learn more about smaller people like myself."
Beverly figured the woman was the boys mother, trying to avenge them. Beverly could see it crying miserably, realizing how futile it's efforts were. Beverly snickered at the tiny little thing. Her mere sandal dwarfed it completely. How stupid was it to think it could hurt her? Using the back of the heel of her sandal, Beverly slowly lowered it over the now screaming woman. Buh-bye, little bitch, Beverly thought. Squelch! The woman was no more than a gory mess that made a string of guts that connected to Beverly's heel and the concrete.
"So are we gonna go?" Zeke asked.
"Yeah, yeah. Fine, whatever." Beverly said, not really paying attention.
Zeke grinned. "Thanks, babe. Your the best." The last part got Beverly's attention as she stared at her little boyfriend, lovingly. Lifting him off her shoulder, she gave him a quick peck, one that covered Zeke in a thin glob of saliva. He didn't mind for he was used to it. He smiled at his titanic girlfriend who smiled back. Oh, what the hell. Beverly thought. Whatever makes my Gummy Bear happy, right?
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