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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.”

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