#9 - Four Calls

“I swear if you’re drawing what I think you’re drawing,” Jade said.

Oscar smirked, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

It was a Saturday afternoon, and Robin had laid down a few sheets of paper on her living room table, next to her tiny friends’ encampment. Large canvas painting using cotton swabs as brushes, it was one of the first things she could come up with in terms of an entertaining activity. She couldn’t just have them sit in their beds all day and stare at a giant screen.

Theo and Oscar both loved the idea, while Jade had felt a bit insulted at first. It was true that there was a certain infantilizing day-care undertone to the whole thing. Robin was still figuring out how to engage her friends in their current state without reverting back to boy-scout activities.

“Those are clearly balls, and you’re halfway into drawing the shaft,” Jade said.

“Nu-uh!”

When Theo suggested building out a small town square out of miniature set pieces, Oscar jumped to pitch the idea of recreating the pub in small scale, with its own miniature figurine of Frank behind the bar. The idea seemed nice, they would be able to hang out like they used to, but the project would take money and time, for now they would have to do with the childish joy of drawing phalluses onto paper like grade-schoolers.

“Ta-da!” Oscar shouted.

Jade sighed, “Did you really need to waste that much space on something so juvenile?”

She continued on her own painting, trying to do a landscape of trees in thick smudges. While unpracticed, the care she put into it shone through, a peaceful and hopeful bit of work.

Then there was Theo, who in complete concentrated silence, painted the giant woman that sat on the couch beside them in shades of red and orange, he switched between using his cotton swab for the big strokes, and his tiny fingers for the details. He and Elena had always been the most artistic of their group.

To Robin it was at once impressive, beautiful and uncomfortable. The image of her sitting sideways with her eyes to her phone, translated the impression she left on the tiny people next to her perfectly. The little guy wasn’t just drawing his friend. He was painting the most notable presence in the room, a giantess. Not unlike Jade’s drawing, she was a landscape, a monument reflected on print-paper. Even Theo’s artistic rendition of her dwarfed him.

Elias hadn’t joined in. He’d been keeping separate and quiet ever since the night she’d hurt him. He was still sitting in his bed, every now and then grabbing a peek at what his friends were doing, and trying to avoid acknowledging the looming presence that had once been his friend.

“Why aren’t you joining in?” Oscar shouted.

Robin looked to Elias for a response before realizing Oscar was looking her way.

“Oh, uh,” she stammered. “It would just be regular painting to me at this size, and I’m not any good at it anyway.”

“It’s all about expression,” Theo said. “Just look at the clear space and let an image come to mind. The execution doesn’t have to be perfect.”

She looked at a clear bit of paper, the part Oscar stood right next to. An image came to mind; that of her unkind fingers grabbing onto her friend and digging the nail of her thumb into his knees, before pinching his lower legs off. The image of a screaming brush with two points being dragged across the paper.

She wondered if she’d have enough blood to paint a cute little doodle of a cat’s face. Oscar would likely bleed out too quickly. She’d have to mash what’s left of him and use that extra gore to finish up the eyes and tip of the snout. The execution would be perfect.

“Nah, I’m good,” Robin said. “Yours looks amazing though.”

Harm’s words flashed across her mind. She couldn’t be a downer. Her negative energy couldn’t be felt, part of being a gentle caring presence was to exude charm and comfort, two things that were just not in her nature.

In her peripheral vision she could see Elias looking at her for the first time that morning. She returned a glance, to see his piercing stare. It was as if he could see past her eyes. It was as if since that night he had been able to pick up on when her mind would go to that dark place again.

Was it the look on her face, the way her body locked up a bit each time she caught herself after an intrusive thought?

“You know what, fuck it,” Robin said, forcing a smile, as she grabbed a cotton swab, climbed out of the couch and sat on the floor beside the table.

Harm was probably right, he’d always been right, and Robin had always known. The problem was Robin couldn’t help but exclude herself from the people who could benefit from his advice.

While the similarities were there; the same dark fantasies, Robin had always felt like Harm and QTpopper had a better hold on things, that they didn’t have this dark presence clawing at the back of their minds.

As she started drawing a unicorn from the base of Oscar’s crude drawing, she wondered, what if they did? What if they simply looked safer because they’d grown confident in their ability to control their urges? Would following the advice and listening to the pep talks of big brother Harm really stop her from turning out like Wr8?

If he was really like her, then Harm was a paragon of restraint. A nurse and activist who worked to care for and improve the lives of tinies, despite his dark side. He worked in a tiny care facility not that far away, the very same one that would now be home to Elena.

Robin wondered if they’d met, she’d probably like him. While Robin had never seen what Harm actually looked like, she had heard his voice in voice chat. It was warm, resonant and dreamy, his little controlled laughs adorably boyish, before his voice would return to that smooth masculine timbre.

Oscar burst out in laughter and clapped at the unicorn who wielded his crude little doodle on the head. Theo chuckled and Jade rolled her eyes, disappointed Robin was encouraging him.

Robin thought back on Harm’s words, “You’re like us.”

Hours passed as the scary redhead’s smile became more genuine, the day slowly beginning to feel like things did before, like it did when they were still their regular size, all the while the quiet presence of Elias hung over it like a tiny storm cloud.

Robin had just refilled their food and water, when she mustered up the courage to address him.

“We need to talk,” she said. “Is it ok if we separate for a bit?”

Elias looked at his friends, then to her. She was meaning to take him out of sight, somewhere she could be honest and direct. It would be another chance for him to speak to the real Robin, not this fake babysitter she’d been posing as that entire Saturday. It could also be another chance for her to change her mind on what she would do with him. No, she wouldn’t be stupid enough to get rid of him now.

Elias climbed out of his bed and stood ready with spread arms, ready to be picked up between the giantess’ fingers. They were all used to it by now, lowering a hand and waiting for them to climb took too long, simply being picked up like an object was more efficient.

The digits of Robin’s fingers pressed tight and securely against his back and chest, before he was raised off of solid ground. Robin smiled at the others, before giving an uncomfortable nod, and carrying Elias to her bedroom.

The giantess lowered him over the mattress of her bed, before dropping him half an inch onto it. Elias fell onto his side, as Robin sat down, denting the landscape under her weight, as her colossal legs swung onto the bed, and she placed her large feet, clad in dingy white socks on either side of him. Elias would never get used to that awful smell.

“So, what do you want?” Elias said, as he pushed himself up to sit straight.

Robin responded in a calm, quiet tone, so no one outside the room could hear them, “I’ve planned out some phone calls with everyone’s family this afternoon.”

“And you don’t want me to say anything about the actual situation to my mom,” Elias said. “I think that’s a given, why would we need to go over that?”

“I’m not letting you call anyone,” Robin said. “I’m sorry.”

“W-Wait, but I won’t say anything, I’m not stupid.”

“That’s the problem, you’re not. You’d probably figure out some way to get a message across, or make her notice something is off. I can’t ever let you near a phone, or buy you one of those tiny computers. I can’t have you contact the outside world.”

“It’s just my mom!” Elias shouted in disbelief.

“I can’t trust you.”

“YOU can’t trust ME?” Elias’s brow completely caved in anger, hurt and disgust. “Which one of us is the fucking serial killer here?!”

The landscape changed as Robin’s feet dug deeper into the mattress. Elias wasn’t sure if it was her own nerves, or if she was just trying to intimidate him.

“I’m not a-” Robin bit her lip before speaking, “I need you to act like it’s your choice not to call anyone, you’ve been moody ever since you got your mark, they’ll believe it.”

“Moody,” Elias repeated, quietly.

“Elias, I’m sorry, I really am. I want to make things right between us, but the way we are now-“

“You can’t make this right,” Elias hissed. “You were going to kill me. Maybe that’s just a little whoopsie in that sick oversized head of yours, but to normal people that’s not something you come back from.”

“I know,” Robin said, as her nails began to claw her knees. “I don’t need your forgiveness. I just want to figure out a way to make you feel safe again.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I feel perfectly safe!” Elias shouted in an uncontrolled rage. “I feel safe knowing you can’t hurt me, or else your whole façade crumbles. I can do whatever the hell I want around you, talk to the monster in every nightmare I’ve had this week, like I’m scolding a dog, and you can’t do shit to me!”

His arm wrapped around his chest and grabbed the upper arm on the other side, as his tirade shifted to a quiet mutter, drowning in fear and pain, “You can’t hurt me. Can’t hurt me. You can’t.”

Robin’s heart ached at the sight of how broken she had left her friend, while in her lungs she could feel the tickle of dark excitement. A friend that trusted her with his life, had been turned into a pathetic, shaking mess for her wicked enjoyment, and beside the genuine heartbreak, she couldn’t help but drink in how voraciously hot it all was.

Theo’s Call

Theo was the first to call his family. It was a video call where he expected Robin to move the camera around for him, as the little guy ran across the table to show his parents and little sister the paintings he had made, much of the paint still caught in his messy brown hair, and spread across his adorable tiny face.

“Happy to see you’re holding onto that spirit of yours,” his father said.

Theo smiled and gave his old man the happiest double thumbs he could muster. Of course, his dad would say something like that. If you were to ask that man about Theo, he’d say his son had always been a ray of sunshine, unwavering positivity you just couldn’t break.

“You sure you have everything you need with that girl,” his mother said, emphasizing ‘that girl’ with a tone of judgement. “So many of your things are still waiting for you here T-bear, let me know when you want mother to come pick you up, ok?”

Theo’s lips squirmed a bit before finding that toothy smile again, “No, mama I like staying with my friends, it’s nice.”

“You don’t think it’s nice with your poor old mother?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“I carried you into this world, and as you’ve always been keen to remind me of, I may have handled a few things the wrong way, but you’ll always be my little guy, you know that right?”

“Yes, mama,” Theo said, as he lowered his head.

“I love you, T-bear.”

“Y-Yeah, love you too mama…”

Oscar’s Call

Oscar had opted for a regular voice call, stating he didn’t want them to see him like this.

His mother had taken up more space than any parent that afternoon, wanting to know all about how her baby was doing, and droning on about everything that had been going on with her lately, from a feud with the neighbor over the noisy dog in their yard, to what she’d gotten from the grocery store, and planned on cooking over the next few days.

“Oh, I’m just going on and on, aren’t I?” she said. “You probably bored as hell.”

“Nah, mom,” Oscar said. “It’s actually really nice to listen to for once.”

“Awww, baby!” she squealed through the phone with such heart, it put a smile on everyone listening in. “You be sweet to Robin ok, don’t give her a hard time.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure she can handle me.”

“I’ll ask if your dad wants to say something.”

“Nah, that’s alright we don’t have a lotta-“

“Son?” the calm tone of Mr. Davis brought Oscar to near silence.

“Pops.”

“You doin’ alright?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s a damn shame that glow got to you,” his father said. “Don’t mean you gotta stop keeping your head up, alright?”

“Yes dad.”

“Gotta stand tall even when you’re short,” the man let out a dirty laugh. “Keep up the training. Maybe ask Robin if you can bench her tiddies.”

Oscar cringed, “You know she can hear you right?”

Without shame his dad guffawed another laugh, “You stay safe. Stay tough. I know I shoulda probably told you this more often, but I’m proud of you son.”

Oscar froze up and blinked, “What’s that.”

“You heard me, don’t make your old man repeat himself, you insecure little shit.”

Oscar’s eyes closed in full on laughter, it looked like he might cry, “Love you, dad.”

Jade’s Call

While no one in the group had expected Jade to want to call her parents, she seemed to more than just a little excited at the idea of doing a video call as well. It all became much clearer why when she explained.

“I wanna ragebait them,” she said.

“You wanna do what?” Theo said.

“I want to have a video call with them just to give them the middle finger,” Jade explained. “I got an idea, but I don’t know if Robin will be ok with it.”

Robin frowned suspiciously, “Ok, what’s the idea?”

“What if I had a video call with them, while I’m in there.” Jade said, pointing towards Robin’s chest.

Robin looked behind her, before she realized what her friend was getting at, “You wanna go between my tits?”

Jade’s face turned red, as Robin’s surprise turned to something intense. The giant squinted at her with a smug grin. The tiny girl knew her friend would be game for something like that. She had been the one to try and tease the bisexual out of her in the first place. If anything, it was Jade asking for it that was out of character.

“You sure?” Robin said, keeping her confident grin locked on her friend, who started to doubt even bringing it up.

“Oh, since we’re going down that road, do I get to bench them later?” Oscar said. “Pop’s orders.”

Robin’s knowing smiled jumped to each of the three friends in front of her, “So, have you all been waiting to tell me something, or?”

Theo gasped, “I didn’t say anything weird!”

Oscar’s joking demeanor washed away the second those eyes hit him, “I was kidding, damn.”

When those dark orbs turned to look at her again, Jade didn’t utter a word, her face was boiling. What had she done? She was trying to subtly lean into Robin, by playing it off as a dig at her parents, but it had somehow activated the giantess like a bi-bomb on all the tiny people in front of her.

That look, that masculine, smug delight of knowing she could get everyone on that table like they were a buffet. How did she pull it off that well? Was it practice, or did she just naturally have that she-wolf in her? The eyes of a predator.

“Too bad Robin never wears anything that shows cleavage,” Oscar said, trying to weasel out of the situation he’d jested himself into, “only boys’ clothes.”

Robin’s grin only widened, taking it as a challenge, “Oh, there’s an easy solution to that.”

The giantess rose from her seat on the couch, flexing her shoulders before she pulled her plaid shirt off them.

“Wait, Robin,” Jade said, before falling back into silence, knowing she couldn’t stop what she started. Knowing she didn’t want to stop her.

Two rough feminine hands with well-defined knuckles grabbed on to the bottom of Robin’s loose t-shirt, and raised the cloth to reveal the skin underneath like the unveiling of a giant statue. Her movement was fast and to the point, flashing her friends with sight of her impressive abs pressing beneath her soft skin, and her small breasts squeezing against her black bra.

Robin threw her t-shirt aside and smiled down at her tiny friends on the table in front of her towering legs. They looked shocked, surprised and in awe at the sight of her. The confidence boost hit her like a firework. These pathetic little insects, were looking up at her like an Olympian god. She even noticed Elias stare up from his tiny bed.

“Come on,” Robin said. “It’s not like you guys have never seen me like this.”

“Not like this,” Jade said, with a quiet guilt, which her giant friend almost failed to hear from up high.

Robin let a one-breath chuckle leave her nose, “Let’s ragebait your chud dad.”

Robin reached down, grabbing all three of them without warning, before laying down with her back against the armrest of her couch. She brought her hand to her upper body, enjoying the feeling of her friends squirming and protesting in her hand. She had to take a breath, a moment to ground herself, lest she go too far, lose her cool and release the monster.

The giant tomboy loosened her fingers, and gently sprinkled her friends across the top of her stomach, sending them tumbling down a slope of abs, as they squeaked in panic and surprise.

“Robin what the fuck!” Oscar shouted as he slid all the way down to the waist of her cargo pants.

Jade managed to put her feet down against the bottom of Robin’s belly button, stopping her fall and grabbing Theo by the hand.

“You guys ok?” Robin asked, with a playful smile.

None of them answered directly, the expressions on their faces were worth a thousand words.

Oscar despite his tough guy reluctance to admit it, was beyond himself with awe for the massive structure that had once been the girl he used to wrestle with.

Jade was dead quiet, blushing profusely at the escalation of her own words. She knew Robin could act smug and playful, but had no idea what terrifying intimacy that could bring when she was this size.

Theo tried to control his breath as he found his bearings, holding on to one of Robin’s abdominal muscles, he didn’t have to keep repeating to himself that this was his friend to feel safe. There was no doubt in his mind that this was Robin, and in her current playful state, safety would come rough.

“Robin!” Elias shouted from the table, having crawled out of bed and cautiously approached.

The giantess smiled at him, “I know, chill. They’re fine. You wanna join in?”

Elias stepped back, his anger building. She had just grabbed everyone like they were toys, exposing them to her body based on nothing but vibes. She was moving too fast, getting too excited. He was the only one who knew just how dangerous her excitement could be.

Did he want to join? The sight of what his friends were going through would at some point have been a dream come true, but now it was the build up to a nightmare. The offer to join was a sadistic tease from a would-be caretaker turned jailor, who’d banned him from all contact with the outside world.

He shook his head, but kept close attention, worried about how things might unfold.

“So, you wanna try benching one, right?” Robin said, looking down at Oscar.

Oscar looked at her in flustered disbelief, was she serious, was this fembro really about to-

He wasn’t allowed to even finish the thought, as her eager fingers grabbed on to his defenseless little body, and brought him to her chest. With her free hand, she raised her left breast, before placing him under its shadow and slowly lowering it again, so his legs got pinned. Oscar let out weak boy-ish yelp as he got trapped against the soft squishy flesh of her under-boob.

“Just like I thought,” Robin said, “There is no way you can bench that.”

She turned her attention back to her stomach, “Theo~”

The tiny boy shuddered upon hearing his name, “Please, I didn’t say anything, I’m fine where I am.”

“Yes you are,” Robin said, as she brought down her finger to gently stroke his back, before giving him a few soft presses against the abdominal muscle he clung to.

“Jade,” the giantess said, “Let’s get you in position for your call.”

Jade looked up with wide puppy eyes, as Robin reached down to grab her. She was shaking, butterflies in her stomach, as she got raised up to her friend’s chest, and watched two fingers spread the gap in the giantess’ cleavage, before lowering her into it. Jade tried to cooperatively aim her legs to make it easier, but Robin didn’t need her help tucking her exactly where she wanted.

The feeling was overwhelming, the soft body temperature pillows of skin squeezed her into a warm hug unlike any she’d ever felt before, there was a soft humidity of sweat and a scent that was undeniably Robin’s. The struggles of her other friend, trapped barely inches away from her caused a repeated jiggle that only served to further massage and knead her into Robin’s skin.

She was so lost in the intimacy of the moment; she hadn’t noticed the phone screen hovering over her. The call was already going, and her parents were looking in horror at the sight of her lost in shock between the giant mounds of a masculine ginger woman, smirking at the camera.

“Hey Mr. and Mrs. Wislow~” Robin teased.

The head of Jade’s father popped a vein as he shouted, “What the hell are you doing to my daughter?!”

Jade snapped out of the hypnosis of intimacy, and addressed the camera with the most satisfied smirk she had ever had, “Nothing I don’t want her to, daddy.”

Elias’ Call

Mrs. Hatner frowned as she saw a call come in from an unknown number, she hesitated thinking it would be one of those scam-calls her son always warned her about. Call it instinct, but she picked it up anyway, bringing the phone to her ear.

“Hello?” she said.

“Mom,” the voice on the other end said. “Mom, it’s me.”

“Elias?” Mrs. Hatner said in upbeat surprise. “Why are you calling from this strange number? I thought you’d be using Robin’s phone.”

“Yeah, technical issue, don’t worry about it. How have you been mom?”

“I’m good, great! Cassandra brought me these antique chairs; I was just in the middle of varnishing.” She said, before going on about her many projects.

On the other end her son chuckled, “Are you sure you still got room for all of that, you’re gonna have to start renting the neighbor’s attic.”

There was a stutter near the end of his sentence, the sound of someone swallowing the sad swelling in their throat. Mrs. Hatner paused, she could hear even beyond that; something had changed about her son’s voice, his tone, but she couldn’t quite place it.

“What about you,” she asked. “Are you ok sweetie?”

“Yeah, mom,” Elias said. “I’m actually better than ever, if you’d believe it. I’ve just missed you, like, a lot.”

Mrs. Hatner let out a smiling sigh, “Sometimes you go months without calling, and now you miss me after only two weeks. Sweetie, has the shrinking been that hard on you? You wanna talk about it?”

“It’s not that,” he said. “It’s been feeling a lot longer than two weeks for me. I just really needed to hear your voice again.”

There it was, another collapse, this time complete as if the young man on the other end was breaking down crying.

“Elias, is there something wrong, did something happen? Are things wrong with Robin?”

Elias could be heard trying to catch a grip on his crying voice, “No mom, Robin is fine, she’s actually taught me a lot, shown me a whole new world. There is some stuff I have to do, and I don’t think I will be able to call you again for quite some time.”

“Elias, you’re scaring me,” Mrs. Hatner said. “Please just tell me what’s going on.”

“I’ve been doing a lot worse than just scaring people. I really wish I could explain, but you wouldn’t understand. I’m on my way to become a great man, like I promised you. I won’t end up like dad, ok?”

“Elias.”

“I love you mom, I really do.”

The call ended, leaving Mrs. Hatner in a confusing silence, unable to decipher the cryptic yet ominous words of her son.