Jake let out a sigh of relief as he heard the big door shut
behind Liz. His vision was still limited to the towel he laid upon, the dark
inside of the bag, Liz’s brown-furred hand holding the bag straps above him,
and the ceiling far above. His container continued to sway as Liz’s hooves
thumped along the floor into another room. The movement had been nauseating at
first, but Liz had clearly done her best to be gentle and after a few steps it
had started to feel like Jake was riding in a giant rocking hammock. Suddenly,
though, Jake’ hammock soared up, leaving his stomach somewhere down and behind
him.
As soon
as the ascent had began, the bag reached its peak and settled onto some sort of
surface. Above Jake, the bag’s cloth handles slacked, thankfully drawn outward
by Liz so they wouldn’t fall onto him. Jake had been lying down nearly the
whole time Liz had been transporting him as standing or even sitting up with
all the movement beneath him was nearly impossible. He was about to sit up when
Liz’s face with its beautiful brown fur and white streak filled the opening
above him, startling him.
“We’re
here! How are you doing?” Liz’s cheerful voice boomed down. She seemed quite happy.
“Good I
guess, except for the whole size thing,” Jake trying his best to match her mood
with a joke.
Liz
giggled, “Glad to see you’re in a better mood now. Do you need some breakfast?
I guess you wouldn’t have been able to eat yet.”
Jake looked
down, feeling his stomach. He had started feeling hunger pains on the ride over
and could definitely use something to eat. While he had been trapped in his
room he had been unable to access any food earlier. He wondered how long he
would have lasted had Liz not come to his rescue. “Sure, that would be great,”
he replied. A large shadow fell over him as he was starting to look up.
Liz
carefully pushed down into the towel Jake rested on, sliding her fingers below
him and cradling him up into the air with the curled fingers of her single
hand. She hadn’t asked this time which surprised Jake, but he was okay with it
if it meant being fed. He was just glad she hadn’t grabbed him around his waist
because seeing her had made him hard again. Thankfully the wrinkles in his
handkerchief toga and seemed to conceal it from Liz’s notice.
“Sorry,
did I surprise you there? I should have asked,” Liz said, clearly noticing
Jake’s slight discomfort at being handled like a doll. “I’ll make sure to ask
next time,” she promised as she eased him up and out of the bag. She managed to
suppress a shiver as she became excited to hold Jake’s miniature form again.
As
Liz’s hand rose above the fabric walls and Jake was greeted with a colossal
kitchen with cabinets comparable to some apartment buildings. Below him there
was a huge marble counter below him that stretched around a corner with a truly
island-sized kitchen island across from him. The place was about right for
someone of Liz’s stature but to Jake it would have been quite large even at his
original height. Judging by the clean surfaces, Liz liked to keep the place
clean and organized. The only things out of place were some dishes drying next
to the sink that must have been used for her breakfast earlier this morning.
As soon
as Jake had been raised out of the bag he was lowered and deposited gently on
the surface of the kitchen island. The marble felt cold below his feet. In
front of him he saw that the apartment must have been built to Liz’s scale
because the counter only came up to her waist which had previously been around chest-height
to him. Jake’s vision panned up, resting on Liz’s modest chest and her tight white
top before coming to rest on her smiling face far above. At least she seemed to
be enjoying herself, his worries about the future were starting to creep back
into his forethoughts again.
“Alright,
let’s get you some food,” Liz said. “How about a small piece of toast?”
“Small?”
Jake queried, momentarily forgetting he was ankle-height and standing on a
countertop.
“Well, I’m guessing a whole slice
would be too much for you, but I’ll gladly share a piece,” she offered with a
smile.
“Sure!
Do you have peanut butter or something?” Jake asked.
“Duh, of
course,” Liz said, fake offended. She reached overtop of Jake and grabbed a
piece of bread out of a bag behind him, tossing the bread into a house-sized
toaster and pushing the large switch down with impossible ease before resealing
the bag of bread. Jake couldn’t dream of doing any of what she did in his
current stature. The bread must have weighed as much as him, probably more, and
he would have hung ineffectually off the toaster’s on-switch had he tried to
start it. He was taller than the bagged loaf of bread but even the plastic clip
on the bread bag seemed like it would have been hard for him to pry off. Even an
act as simple as toasting bread had become a casual demonstration of power by
his equine friend.
As he
stared mouth half-open at the bag of bread Liz casually returned to the counter
Jake was surprised by a jar of peanut butter larger and far heavier than he
thumped down next to him, shaking the counter slightly. It was swiftly
accompanied by a plate he could lay across and a butter knife longer than he
was tall. Liz was moving like a whirlwind while he just stood there and tried
to adjust to the massive world around him.
“How do
you like your toast? Gold or nuked to a crisp?” Liz asked, snapping Jake out of
his trance, seemingly unaware of how in awe of her strength and grace he was.
“A
little dark but not too much, please,” Jake replied, turning to face her again.
Liz adjusted the dial on the toaster slightly. He wanted to add that she was
beautiful. He wanted to tell her that seeing her from this perspective was
overwhelming but didn’t want to come across as creepy. The toast. Focus on
the toast.
Before
long there was a loud telltale pop of a toaster finishing and Liz swiftly
withdrew their soon to be breakfast, dropping it onto the plate next to Jake.
“Hot hot,” he heard her say softly under her breath as she quickly withdrew her
hands and lifted the butter knife while removing the lid of the peanut butter.
Within a couple seconds she was done. Giving the peanut butter a second to melt
she grabbed the jar and returned it to its place high up in the cupboards over Jake’s
head. Then she sliced off a tiny corner of toast, grasping it lightly in her
hands, and passed it to Jake.
Jake
still flinched ever so slightly as the hand larger than him approached but he
stopped himself from stepping back and reached out both arms, grabbing the
small slice of toast about half the size of a loaf of bread to him. “Don’t
worry if it’s too much, I can easily finish it,” Liz said with a wink.
Jake looked up and smiled. “Thank
you,” he said.
“It’s literally a tiny sliver of
toast, buddy, don’t worry about it,” Liz replied.
“No. Thank you for,” Jake had to
pause for a second, trying to think of the right words, “for being there and
helping me.” Gross. So cliché, Jake. He wanted to kick himself for
sounding cheesy but too late.
“Aw,” Liz cooed. “Don’t worry about
it, Jake. I don’t know what happened, but you can stay here as long as you want
while we figure out what to do.” Gross, she thought to herself
immediately. Why did she have to sound so cheesy and cliché? Hopefully Jake
didn’t think badly of her for it.
Jake was focused on food at that
point. He took as big a bite as he could manage from the super thick slice of
bread, managing to partially coat his face in peanut butter. Being tiny was
going to take some getting used to. As he chewed, he watched in awe as Liz took
a massive bite out her share and virtually inhaled a mass of bread nearly his
size. Maybe more. No sense dwelling on
it. She was huge, he was tiny, that was that. His loins still stirred slightly
at the though. The two continued eating with Jake struggling to finish his
smaller share.
“Need some help with that?” Liz
asked, gazing down at Jake. It had been a valiant effort but even a small
sliver of toast was too much for him now.
“Sure, you can finish it. Thanks
again!” He replied, holding the remaining piece of bread out.
Liz dexterously plucked the tiny morsel
out of Jake’s hand and tossed it up, catching it in her gaping mouth far above.
Jake gulped at the sight. He had gotten off to similar images on his late-night
website adventures before, but this was a good friend from work in front of
him. It was time to focus. Not to fantasize about his friend.
“So, I think I might need to call in sick to
work. Are you okay with leaving me to wander around today while you go in?” he
asked. “I can explore a bit on the ground.”
“I have a better idea,” Liz said.
“What’s that?”
“Why don’t I just call in sick as
well? That way we can take our time getting you settled in here,” Liz
suggested.
“That… sounds like a good idea,”
Jake said. He wanted to sound independent with his exploring idea, but things
would be much easier with Liz’s help today.
“What are you going to do about
tomorrow?” Liz asked. “If you don’t change back, that is,” she remembered to
add.
“I don’t know. I’ll have to think
about that, I guess,” Jake said. “For
now, though, can you get my phone out of the bag? I am going to try calling
in,” he continued.
“Sure,” Liz said, pulling the phone
out and setting it in front of Jake. “You might want to text though, you sound
quite different, but not sick,” Liz suggested.
“Fair point,” Jake said, feeling a
little disappointed. She didn’t even believe he could make a phone call by
himself. His world really had turned upside down this morning.
Liz saw Jake’s expression changed
and felt bad but knew she needed to be honest with him. “I’m going to go ahead
and call in,” she said, pulling her phone out of her pocket.
Jake hadn’t activated his phone’s
screen yet and saw the massive mare’s actions in the reflection on the glass of
his smartphone. He hadn’t even noticed she had pockets in those tight shorts of
hers. He had been too distracted looking elsewhere earlier. He snapped his mind
out of those thoughts again, not wanting to get caught staring, and unlocked
the phone and got to texting his boss. It wasn’t normal for him to lie and take
a fake sick day but little about today was normal so far.
Far above, Liz thought she might
have seen Jake staring as she started to turn and look at her phone, but she
wasn’t quite sure. Still wary of being too forward with Jake, she got straight
to calling into work. Within a minute, both of them had gotten in touch with
the powers that be and had secured the day off.
As Liz hung up Jake, had a brain
wave. “I have an idea,” he said, calling up to her.
“Oh?”
“Maybe I could work from home here.
I could set my computer up to be controlled by my phone or something, and then
I can keep paying rent on my place until I turn back. And I could also pay you
rent for letting me stay here,” Jake suggested, his enthusiasm building.
“You don’t have to worry about rent.
You would be pretty cheap to feed, and you won’t exactly take up much space,”
Liz countered with a giggle. Seeing Jake’s expression she added, “seriously
though, I’m happy to have you over.”
His pride only slightly shaken,
Jake added, “I would need a couple more things from my apartment though. Like
my computer and a few cables. Would you be okay with going back together to
grab some more things?”
“You shouldn’t have to hide in a
bag all day. I can go and quickly grab some things while you hang out here for
a bit,” Liz said.
“I guess. Sorry to be such a
bother,” Jake half-mumbled. He had fantasized of being a little human for years
but was not a fan of being so helpless it had left him, especially in front of
Liz. She was being polite, but he must have seemed so weak to her.
Liz’s knees were what was weak.
Jake was planning to stay with her. For a while. Maybe even longer. She was so
excited and happy to help if it meant more time with him. Was this the first
step to him coming around to her? She didn’t want to seem too eager but today
was turning out to be a great day. She didn’t care what size he was. Liz was
just happy he would be with her. Together.
The two made a list that was mainly
Jake’s computer and a few other items that would help him work. Liz asked Jake
if he wanted to wander around the floor while she was gone but he said he was
happy to play with his phone on the counter while she was out. With that
settled, Liz turned and headed for the door. Her massive hips swayed and the
long strands of hair in her tail streamed behind her majestically as she
walked. God she is hot. Huge and hot, Jake thought to himself as he
stared. For the third or fourth time today, Jake felt a pressure at his waist
as his erection pressed against his handkerchief toga.
Liz made sure to sway her hips just
a little extra and put on a show. She hoped Jake was watching. She didn’t want
to overdo things, but she tried to sway just enough to show off and get her tail
moving. She wanted to jump for joy but controlled herself, barely keeping
herself to a calm walking pace. If Jake liked her, he would let her know. She
wouldn’t allow herself to influence his decision-making. Not too much
anyway, she thought, laughing inwardly.
A few seconds after she thumped out
of his sight, Jake snapped out of his aroused trance. He was slightly relieved
to be able to stay behind. As much fun as the novel experience of riding around
while being carried by Liz had been, he wasn’t sure he wanted to make a habit
of being a passenger in her bag. His attention turned to the giant phone lying
flat in front of him. His first move was to open his social media accounts.
Seeing all the ads and boring updates from joke accounts he had liked or
followed at some point immediately bored him and he decided to play some games
or something. He tried a couple action games but these required him to reach
across the screen and his little frame struggled. He settled on playing his
favourite word scramble game.
A few words later Jake’s stubborn
nature kicked in and he closed the word game and quickly started his favourite
battle royale game. Kneeling in front of the widescreen surface he was ready to
give things a go. It would take some stretching, but he wanted to make this work.
His biggest disadvantage proved to be hearing. With no headphones for some simple
surround sound Jake couldn’t tell where enemies were shooting from and had to
look around frequently in the game.
After a few horrible losses right
after dropping into the game world Jake finally managed to make it into the top
10 when he noticed a battery warning at the top corner of his screen. Of
course, he dropped his phone on the floor when he fell asleep the previous
night and it hadn’t been charged. Not wanting to risk having no phone in his
current position he opted to close the game and took a quick look around the
counter he was currently trapped on top of.
To his left he saw nothing aside from the sink, some dry dishes, and a
few containers of rice and other foodstuffs. In front of him lay the giant
toaster and the bread from earlier. To his right, he saw a charger cable
thankfully already plugged into the wall far overhead. Perfect! Jake
stood up and headed over.
The cable was surprisingly heavy,
but Jake hefted it at his waist with both hands as if it were a fire hose and
began to heave the adapter back to his phone. He was making good progress
across the cool marble surface until he was stopped as the cable pulled back
slightly. Turning around he saw he had pulled the power cable to its limit and
the slack had started to pull him back with it. With another few (Jake-sized)
metres to go, Jake had no other choice but to walk back to the other side of
his phone and push. The phone proved heavy, which didn’t surprise Jake in the
slightest since the device was larger longer than he was tall and probably
weighed a few times what he did. Instead of sliding forward, each shove only
served to spin the phone slightly.
Jake rotated the phone so the shorter
edge faced him and braced the arch of his foot on the centre of the phone like he
were trying to push a large box across the floor. Leaning in he managed to push
the phone a few feet with a big shove before reaching his limit. Thankfully the
smooth marble surface helped. He was also glad he had not stored his phone in a
rubber case because he would have been utterly defeated by friction alone. With
the charge cable still several Jake-sized metres away he kept at it, shoving
the phone closer little by little.
A few pushes later, Jake was lining
up again when he heard the front door unlock and the familiar sound of hooves
thumping along the floor. Liz was back! He saw her pass the opening into the
hall carrying his computer and some other things in her bag. He marveled at her
fit form, her toned muscles flexing under her tight clothes as she walked by.
She was fit, but not bulging with muscle. Jake also noticed that it wasn’t just
the counters that were built to her height. The doorways in this place were all
high enough that unlike in his apartment this morning she didn’t have to duck
despite her massive two and a half metre frame. He should have noticed earlier
but he had been too busy watching her behind as she had strolled out to the
car.
“I’m back!” Jake heard her call, her
voice strained slightly by all the electronics that she was hauling.
“Welcome back!” Jake shouted. He
figured his voice wouldn’t carry far and opted to wait for Liz to return before
attempting conversation.
“Be there in a minute, I’m just
going to change into some comfier pants since we’re staying in today,” Jake
heard her call from the other room. Clothes. That was something he was going to
have to figure out, as he looked down at his makeshift toga. One thing at a
time, he figured.
Liz was blissfully unaware of her heavy
steps as she headed to her room. She stopped briefly before doffing her shorts
and sliding into a pair of comfy yoga pants, her hooves thumping down into each
pant leg. Then, she thumped back into the kitchen. Most of her place was carpeted
and the kitchen was a relatively soft laminate which helped with the noise of
her movement. Her neighbours hadn’t complained yet, so she thought little of it.
Jake had commented on her stature a few times at work, but she wondered with
mild arousal how she seemed to him now.
Jake felt oddly attracted to the
thumping and subtle quakes that accompanied Liz’s movements as she approached
into the kitchen. Just another subtle demonstration of her power relative to the
tiny human. At a distance she already looked huge but as she approached the
counter, Jake was yet again reminded of how tiny he had become. Standing waist-height
on the counter he was still shorter than her exposed bellybutton.
“Looks like you’re having some
trouble down there,” Liz said, seeing the chord stopping just short of the
phone and putting two and two together. “Let me help you with that,” she said
as she grabbed the phone from next to him and plugged it in like it was
nothing.
So much for being independent,
thought Jake. He hoped she didn’t think any less of him for failing to
accomplish such a simple task. “Thanks! A few more minutes and I would have had
it,” he said, trying to save face.
“Don’t worry about it,” Liz smiled as
she laid a hand down on the counter next to him. “Now climb on and let’s get
your computer set up.”