“I think it looks cute,” Brook explained as she examined Barry’s new communicator.

Barry wasn’t sure why it felt off, but his new communicator around his neck felt unusual, different. Maybe because it felt slightly bulkier than his previous one, this new model was state of the art and had most of the fine features to it. This one now was made with water proof material. Barry couldn’t help but recall how much of a fit his mom threw when she found out about his communicator breaking. How expensive they were, and they didn’t have money to be throwing around like that to keep buying new ones. Although her tone drastically changed when she learned the flaw around the older model of communicators, they don’t work so well with liquids. Then it was imperative that they go out and buy the newer model that was waterproof. His parents acted like he was terminally ill and without the recent model of communicator, he was a goner. As much protesting as Barry did on them to not spend the extra cash on a feature he felt like wasn’t needed, since it was all an accident and wouldn’t happen again, they refused to listen. Sometimes his parents could be stubborn

“Cute,” Barry repeated the word. One that he wouldn't use to describe the black block of plastic and velcro around his neck. “How is this thing cute,” Barry asked, pointing at the bland collar in disbelief.

“Well,” Brook said, chuckling a little as she walked Barry back home from her place. “Not noooow, but I mean,” Brook brought her open palm that was holding Barry up to her face as she inspected the new device some more. “We could add some flare to it. You know, like putting some paint on it, like flames or something?”

Barry frowned but couldn’t help but laugh, “Flames?? What are you going on about.”

Brook smirked and went on, “Maybe toss some bunnies on there too…”

Barry laughed harder, “Bunnies? You want to paint bunnies on my communicator? Do you know how much crap I would get for that?”

Brook’s smile never faded, “Oh come on… you know how much I like bunnies. I think they’re adorable. Cute. Sexy…”

Barry sputtered at the last one, “Wh-wh- SEXY?! You think bunnies are sexy?!”

“Mhmm,” Brook smirked at Barry as they rounded the corner of the neighborhood, and grew closer to Barry’s home. “So… you going to let your girlfriend paint a couple pink bunnies on your communicator?”

“That’s a Hell no. There’s no way I’m having something covered in bunnies stay attached to my neck.” Barry shook his head, “No matter how SEXY it may seem for my crazy girlfriend.”

Brook gave Barry a clearly forced and fake pouting face, “Please….”

“Hey, no means no…” Barry told her.

Brook let out a huff but her smile didn’t fade as she went on, “You’re no fun. Fine then, keep it all boring and stuff.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being boring,” Barry protested as Brook lowered Barry from her face.

“Except when it’s about fashion,” Brook argued.

Barry laughed, “Oh sorry, I didn’t know putting bunnies on my communicator was-” Barry threw his hands up to do air quotes he was sure Brook wouldn’t notice, “fashionable…”

“What does my boyfriend know about fashion,” Brook asked, still playing along with the teasing and banter they were doing.

Barry normally wouldn’t have done this, but he couldn’t help it, as he put as much effort into the next few words toward his girlfriend. Giving it as much sassy attitude as he could,“Girlfriiiiiend, please.”

To Barry’s delight he elected a bright laugh that exploded out of Brook’s mouth at his tone. As she stood in place trying to keep her hand from wobbling with her shaking body from all her laughter, Barry went on, “My mom watches Sooooo much fashion shows, you’re lucky I haven’t been calling you out on your wardrobe.”

Brook’s laugh was cut out by a gasp, “Oh really now,” She chuckled, finding this all very amusing. “And please, do tell me, what’s wrong with my wardrobe?”

As Barry knew he was pushed into a corner on the trend of his girlfriend's clothing, he spotted the door to his home. “OH!” Barry exclaimed, “would you look at that, I guess we’re already at my place.” Grinning his own smirk, Barry went on, “I wish I could educate you on the world of fashion, but my mom would be worried if I’m not back home soon…”

Brook let out a groan as she gave Barry an annoyed look, “Oh my god… did you just pull the whole “my mom” card on me? Really? How lame can you be?”

Barry gave the most innocent look that he could, “I’m sorry but, what can I say, my mom worries easily.” He made sure to give Brook a little teasing smirk that only got a roll of the eyes in response.

“Yeah yeah,” Brook grumbled as she headed down the walkway toward Barry’s door. Just before she knocked a smile crept on her face that made Barry question it.

“What’s that smile for,” Barry asked before Brook answered.

“Oh nothing really… just you know, would love for you to teach me what kind of,” Another sly look, “Fashionable underwear I should wear for tomorrow… buuuuut,” Brook coyly responded as she knocked on his door.

Barry’s head nearly exploded at the idea of seeing Brook in some choicy lingerie. Trying to backtrack so he could see Brook in some sexy clothing, he tried to say something, but his mother had the worse timing. As Barry opened his mouth to correct his girlfriend, the front door swung open.

“Brook,” Barry’s mom called out in a greeting. She soon turned her attention to her son, “Barry you’re home. Just in time for dinner!”

“Uh, wait uh, mom, no wait,” Barry protested as Brook continued to grin while his mother gently picked him out of his girlfriend’s hands.

Barry sputtered his protest as he was passed along to his mom while Brook continued to have that snide look of the cat who ate the canary, “Bye Barry,” She waved after wishing Mrs. Berch a good night. Barry could tell she was enjoying leaving him hanging like that with the teasing thought of her in some skimpy clothes. Barry had a few words he wanted to shout at Brook for being such a tease, but his mom had already said her goodbyes to Brook. He wasn’t even able to try and sneak a goodbye kiss in before the door was closed.

Damn, Brook knew exactly how to toy with him.

The sounds of his mom calling woke Barry up from his sleep. “Come on Barry, you're going to be late for school.”

Barry let out a groan as he rolled over, and not saying a thing. Sometimes he wished he hadn’t told his parents he wanted to complete school. Then he wouldn't have to wake up so early. As Barry rolled over in his bed, about to go back to snoozing away, another call for him. “Barry, you better not make Brook late again cause you oversleep,” His mother called out with a warning.

“Crap,” Barry said, sitting up completely forgetting about Brook in his sleepy haze.

Looking around his bedroom, he spotted the same alarm clock that he always had in his room well before he shrunk to his current size. The size of the device was now about as big as a billboard, showing off the green neon light of what time it was.

“Double crap,” Barry muttered as he jumped out of his little replica bed that was next his old bed. Although he would never really be able to use that bed again, he told his parents it felt more natural to keep it even if it was now just a decoration for his enormous room. Besides, it allowed Brook a place to sit and lay down when she came over to visit. Not to mention the few times they both used it when his parents were out of town-

“BARRY,” His mom’s words cutting through the door yet again, and distracting his memories.

“I’M UP!” Barry shouted.

His mother’s response was sharp and heavy with a warning, “Excuse you?” Barry winced as he realized what his voice must have sounded like in his mom’s ears.

“Sorry mom…” Barry replied, forgetting that his communicator didn’t need him to shout at his mom for her to hear him. “I’m up. Is Brook here yet,” Barry asked as he hurried to his little box of clothes that held pretty much everything that he wore nowadays.

“She’s waiting down stairs…” Barry’s mom told him. Than she asked through the door like any doting mother would with a child, “Do you need me to help dress-”

“Moooom! Come on,” Barry complained. “I haven’t needed your help since I was like five!”

“Well… I just don’t want you to be late… AGAIN,” His mother explained through the door.

Barry rolled his eyes as he swapped out a shirt and some pants before finally saying, “Okay, you can come in.”

Barry’s mom entered the room. He was just grateful that she and everyone else in his family respected his privacy. As soon as she entered she was already walking over to where Barry was and gently picked him up. “I packed you some food, and breakfast to go,” She explained as she started to head out of the room with Barry in her hand. “Also I made you a little snack in case you got hungry in the middle of the day.”

Barry let out an annoyed sigh, “Mom… thanks.”

Barry didn’t look at his mom but he could hear the happiness in the praise, “You’re welcome.” By the time Barry was brought down stairs he saw Brook waiting by the door. “Thanks again for taking Barry to school all the time.”

Brook just blew a raspberry, “He’s literally on the way to school. Besides, I feel like if I didn’t pick up Barry for school, I’d probably play hooky a little more often. If anything he’s the one that’s helping me.”

Barry’s mom let out a light chuckle, “It seems the two of you are keeping each other on the path to graduation. Now, Barry, don’t cause Brook any trouble today, okay?”

Barry was aghast, “ME?!”

Ms. Berch leaned forward and gave Barry a very humiliating kiss goodbye. One that only a mother could do for a son, especially right in front of his girlfriend. “Stay safe…” She told him before pulling back and giving Brook a sincere smile, “Drive safe please.”

“Will do Ms. Berch,” Brook told her as she headed out and toward her parked car on the side of the street.

Barry waited till he knew he was at least out of range of his mom’s hearing, or at least for his communicator to send the words to her, “God that was so embarrassing.”

“Awww,” Brook cooed, “I thought it was cute.”

Barry shook his head, “There is nothing cute about having your mom kiss your entire body, while being held by your girlfriend to watch.” As they reached the car and Brook got in, Barry went on. “Besides… this coming from the girl who thinks bunnies are sexy, I don’t think your option counts.”

Brook started the car and gasped, “BUT THEY ARE!” She protested over the engine coming to life. She started to list the features of what made bunnies sexy in her adorable little mind. Barry was kind of glad the engine cut most of it off.

As Brook prepared to pull out of her park job, she slowly lowered Barry into his personal seat in her car. She had turned one of her cup holders into a private little seat. The sidings and bottom of the cup holder had fluffy cotton fabric glued down and into place. It was like sitting on a mattress, and there was a small string sewed into the padded material. The makeshift seat belt was for (god forbid) a car accident. Barry didn’t want to know how well this set up would help him in case of a real one, but Brook looked it up online. Apparently this was the safest way to travel with a shrinky in the car.

With Barry secured in his special seating, Brook drove off toward school. Even with her attempt to break smoothly and speed up slowly, Barry could feel every shift in speed and motion as he was jerked forward and backwards. No matter how careful Brook was accelerating or decelerating, there was always a kickback to it. Barry learned that it was best he didn’t mention the rough ride, just so he didn’t upset Brook with her already extremely careful driving. It wasn’t her fault that even the slightest tap on the breaks whipped Barry forward.

“Hey we made it on time, that’s pretty new,” Brook announced, shocked at their timing.

“Yeaaaaah,” Barry responded as he felt the car jerk forward as it parked. His head still wobbled from the whole ride. He wasn’t sure what was up and down right now. His vision was still blurry from the kickback and everything looked to be the same color as the cushion fabric in the cup holder. In fact he barely felt Brook’s hand plucking him out of the cup holder.

“Come on, we don’t have that much time,” Brook explained as she grabbed her bag and shut the door.

Barry felt his vision come back to normal as he watched the familiar front doors to the school approach. Brook opened them with one hand and soon Barry was back in school. A place he wasn’t really all too happy to be in. Thankfully, Brook made school totally worth it. In fact he rarely saw school as a place to learn, more about being close to Brook. Sure Barry was going to attempt to graduate, but honestly it was Brook that he attended school for. If not just to be with, then to keep an eye out for people like…

Just the thought of him had to have been a summoning. Barry spotted the jock right around the corner talking to some buddies. The mere sight of Brook drew the cluster of males full attention.

“Brook,” Josh greeted her with the biggest smile he could muster. His eyes did a quick dart down, Brook’s body till his smile faded just a degree when he spotted Barry in her hands. Barry didn’t even offer a smile. “BB… I see you made it to school again,” Josh greeted. The tone in his voice wasn’t exactly the most welcoming but it seemed enough to keep Brook from actually picking up on it.

“Hey Josh,” Brook greeted.

“Brook,” Josh went on, “Have you met the guys yet,” Josh asked, introducing his buddies.

Barry rolled his eyes as Josh started going the line of his jock buddies. Knowing that Josh wouldn’t hear him, Barry called out to Brook, “Were going to be late. Don’t we need to get your history book? I don’t know if we have time...”

Josh was just introducing the second jock when Barry’s words hit Brook, cutting her attention to Barry. Looking down at him she gasped, “Oh you're Right! Sorry, Josh, I have to get something from my locker. Next time- uh, sorry.” Brook gave everyone an apologetic apology before turning to leave.

Josh called out as Brook went on a little faster, “I’ll see you in Biology.”

Barry did his best not to grin, or fall out of Brook’s hand, as he felt like he won a victory over Josh. Still he wasn’t sure why out of most people, Josh seemed the most threatening to him about Brook. It should have been clear that she didn’t have eyes for him. Maybe it was his jealousy toward the jock who was still a normal sized person able to talk to anyone with ease. To walk anywhere he wanted when he cared to. All the while Barry had to rely on his girlfriend to carry him everywhere or relay his words to a teacher or fellow student.

Barry felt a slowing in Brook’s steps as they approached her locker. She quickly opened the locker and found her textbook and tossed it into her bag before shutting the metal door. “Okay, let’s head to class. Oh right, we should be getting our exams back from Monday’s class.”

“Oh, right…” Barry said, coming out of his thoughts for a moment, “Forgot about that.”

Brook headed down another hallway and found it slightly more crowded as classes were getting closer to starting. Barry watched her fingers start to curl up a little more to form a bowl instead of a flat surface to keep him from falling out of her hands. Brook hugged the wall as best she could to stay out of the way of most people. Barry wasn’t sure if she was being extra protective since the other day, with his accident and all. As many times as he told Brook to forget it, he felt like maybe she was worrying a little more than she should.

However, now wasn’t the time to bring it up. Instead, Barry looked just beyond Brook’s hand and watched the familiar door frame to Ms. Mcneil classroom come into view. Once they entered the room, which only had a few students already waiting for class to start, Brook lowered her arching fingers back to a more smooth and flat palm for Barry. Brook took her seat and set Barry down on the massive brown desk.

“Watch out real quick,” Brook told Barry as she leaned over to go through her bag. Barry started to walk toward Brook to get out of the way. Barry already knew what she was doing and made sure to give her the space she needed to put her history book and notes down on the desk. Walking near the ledge of the desk that was closest to Brook, Barry waited a few more moments before a massive wall of the school’s history textbook came down in the center of the desk. As gently as Brook dropped the six hundred or so page schoolbook down on her desk, it felt like a block of TNT going off. The ground vibrated enough to send Barry to his knees. The gust of air rushed over him tugging slightly on his clothes.

Barry had long since given up telling Brook to be even more careful. No matter how softly she tried to set her school books down or her folders and other supplies, they always seemed to catch Barry off guard. Granted this was much more tame than the first time she tossed the thick textbook on her desk, that was like an atomic bomb detonating. Barry swore he lost some hearing in his ears after that first time.

As soon as Barry was sure Brook had put everything she needed on her desk, he felt a little sense of relief. “So, what’s today’s lesson on,” Barry asked Brook who was flipping to the marked page.

“uh… it’s on…” Brook muttered as she found the page. “Reconstruction, whatever that is,” Brook told Barry. Barry wasn’t able to read much from his angle on Brook’s desk. The massive book was too tall for him to read the pages, so he usually had to listen more than trying to read along. Still Brook did a good job taking notes for them to go over later.

Barry let out a soft huff, “I kind of wish they made a smaller version for someone like me. I could have read ahead last night or something.”

For the first time today, Brook snickered, “You read ahead? Oh come on, Barry. When was the last time you tried to get ahead in class,” Brook asked, giving him a playful smile.

Barry sputtered, “Well, I mean, I would have.”

“Suuuuure,” Brook smiled. “It’s hard enough to get you to study, now your telling me you would be the star student in class if you had your own textbook?”

“You never know,” Barry argued smiling back, “Just wait till we get our test back, you’ll see.”

Before Brook could toy with Barry and his confidence in learning, Ms. Mcneil was coming to class right behind the rest of the students. She was carrying the test from earlier this week. Barry watched as she got everyone to take their seats before shutting the classroom door.

“Yes, yes, I know, I finally have them all graded,” Ms. Mcneil said before setting the stack down on her desk. “You will get them AFTER class. So till then, you all will have to wait just a little longer.”

“Looks like you can pretend to be smart for just a while longer,” Brook whispered to Barry.

“We’ll see,” Barry responded with a just as cocky tone.

Class went on as normal, covering the new subject and asking questions. Anything that Barry had to ask like what a certain term or date about the topic, was relayed through Brook’s mouth. Most of the time Ms. Mcneil gave credit to Brook for bringing up that question. Only for Brook to modestly try and explain it was Barry. Sure, at first having Brook get all the praise for the correct answers or challenging questions was annoying, but now Barry just saw it as team work.

The rest of class was the same as any other. The topic was covered and ended just in time for Ms. Mcneil to hand back their exams. Barry watched as their teacher started to give everyone their exams back. As Ms. Mcneil came over to Barry and Brook. Brook got hers first as the large sheet of papers was set down for her to see the big 89 across the page. Barry swallowed at how good Brook did and found that maybe he might have bitten off more than he could chew from that grade. Still Barry had high hopes for his own grade…

However, when Ms. Mcneil handed back Barry’s exam, all that he saw on it was a big red check across the majority of the paper. It should have been clear that Ms. Mcneil couldn’t grade his test. His answers must have been too small for her to make out, especially with his written response. Of course, Barry should have known his handwriting would have been too small for her to read.

“What did you get,” Brook asked.

Barry quickly folded his paper not wanting Brook to make a big deal out of a check mark for completion rather than an actual grade. “Uh, I did okay… not an 89 like you,” Barry told Brook. Barry had his exam folded and shoved in his pocket before Brook could see.

“See,” Brook gloated, “I told you.”

“Yeah yeah,” Barry utter. He did his best not to try and feel too annoyed at not actually seeing what his grade was. Still, at least Ms. Mcneil went through the effort to make the smaller test, something that wasn’t easy to do.

Barry almost wanted to go over Brook’s exam but the bell rang and it was time to move onto the next class.

“Ugh, Mr. Sanford would give us homework over the weekend,” Brook groaned as she slowly pulled up to Barry’s house. The slight jerk forward caused Barry to let out a soft grunt from the string acting like the seat belt it was supposed to replace.

After the quick recovery Barry nodded, “I swear it’s like he wants everyone to be miserable. I’m just glad it’s only like five problems.”

Still Brook went on, “Yeah… five VERY long problems. It’s gonna take like an hour or two to finish it all.” Brook complained.

“Well, not if we tag team it,” Barry offered as Brook went to pick him up from the cup holder.

Brook frowned, “What do you mean?”

Barry steady himself as he sat in Brook’s hand while she got out of her car. She was already heading up to the door to Barry’s home. “Well, I could do problem one, and you can work on two. I can do three and you can work on four, and we split problem five.”

Brook looked skeptical, “Split a math problem? How are we going to do that?”

Barry laughed, “No idea but I thought it was fair, maybe we just work together, I don’t know… I’m just trying to help!” Barry laughed, getting a smile from Brook.

Just before Brook knocked on the door, she nodded, “Fine.”

“Nice,” Barry grinned delighted in not just cutting the workload in half, but having Brook stay over a little longer.

As soon as the door opened, and his mom was there to greet them, Barry cut her off. “Sorry mom, we got homework to do. Onward to my room!” Barry called out pointing to the stairs.

Both giantesses looked down at Barry who was busy giving the much larger woman orders. Brook gave him an arched look like he should be careful with his demanding tone. Meanwhile his mom gave him a look that she didn’t believe him. “Homework… on a Friday.”

Brook let out a sigh, “As much as I hate to admit it, Mrs. Berch… yeah, we have homework.”

Hearing it from Brook seemed to convince Barry’s mom. “It’s never ending with these schools nowadays.”

Brook walked inside of the home before Mrs. Berch closed the door. “Don’t worry Mrs. Berch it shouldn’t take too long.”

“Well, I guess I should try and make a snack for the both of you. Do you want anything to drink while you work? Soda, juice, or maybe just water?” Barry’s mom asked Brook.

“Water would be fine, thanks.” Brook replied. As Brook headed deeper into the familiar home, she went toward the stairs and walked up them slowly. Barry felt each footstep up the stairs as Brook shifted her weight to carry herself up to the next level of the home. Barry found himself leaning into each sway, all too familiar with the movement. They reached Barry’s room and opened the door before stepping into his room.

“You can shut the door,” Barry told Brook out of habit.

“Why?” Brook asked Barry as she headed to the unused desk in his room.

“Oh, sorry, kind of used to that being my only privacy…” Barry explained. “Just forget it.”

It wasn’t till Barry was set down and Brook started to pull out the text book with the questions that Barry noticed how little space was on his “normal” sized desk. If Brook was going to work on his desk, he would be in the way.

“Uh… maybe I should work somewhere else,” Brook offered, seeing Barry clearly standing on the edge of the desk. “I'll grab the bed.”

It was now that Barry was happy he still had his old bed still in his room. Brook hopped up on the slightly bouncy material and pulled her text book into her lap and pulled out some fresh paper. Barry had his own supplies. “Can you read me off question one and three,” Barry asked.

“Yup,” Brook cheerfully exclaimed as she started to tell Barry the math problem to solve. No sooner did she finish did Barry’s mom come into the room with some water and a snack for both of them. An apple sliced up with peanut butter on the plate. And Barry could make out the much smaller drop of peanut butter and shaved apple slivers for himself. Barry thanked his mom for the treat.

“You two behave now okay,” Barry’s mom called out as she left.

Before Barry could correct his mom, she was already closing the door behind her. The sound of the clicking of the door shutting filled the room before silence fell again. Barry and Brook were already back into their own worlds of writing down numbers and letters. Using formulas from class to solve for the correct answer. Barry was almost done with his second question when Brook let out an aggravated noise, “This is stupid!”

“What,” Barry asked as he looked up from his shrinky sized paper and pencil.

“I don’t get this… stupid math,” Brook complained.

“You want some help,” Barry asked as he set his stuff down.

Brook looked up from her paper as she furiously erased something, “What? Do you understand this gibberish?”

“I mean… kind of, yeah,” Barry said, not trying to brag.

Brook pondered for a few moments before deciding to accept his help. “Just show me what I’m doing wrong.”

Barry watched as Brook got up off his old bed and headed over to him. She gently picked him up and carried him back to his bed, where all her notes and her textbook lay on the sheets. Sitting back down crossing her legs, she held Barry in her hands as he read over her work.

“Oh… yeah no you got to use this,” Barry explained pointing to a separate sheet, “for this problem, see…” Barry continued to point and explain what she did wrong.

“oooooo,” Brook exclaimed, seeming to understand where she went wrong. By the time she was done with her first problem, Barry decided to walk her through the second too. When she finished that one, Barry told her how to solve the ones he finished. Finally they worked together on the last problem. It wasn’t till they were starting the final problem together, there was a knock on the door.

“I have to run to the store real quick, are you two going to be okay by yourselves?”

Barry didn’t even respond as he was trying to calculate one portion of the problem. Brook on the other hand answered for him, “Yeah Mrs. Berch, we’re almost done anyway. I was gonna leave after-”

“Oh nonsense, stay for dinner,” Barry’s mom called through the door. “Anyway, I’ll be back in an hour or so.”

“Bye mom,” Barry called out.

“Bye dear…” she replied through the door before leaving.

Barry didn’t look up at Brook as he spoke, “Sounds like you're staying for dinner.”

“Sounds like it,” Brook replied with a chuckle. “Oh, I think I got it,” Brook pipped up as she started to scribble down her answer and cross checked it with what Barry was getting. Seeing as the answer was completed they both let out a relieved sigh.

“God… that was annoying. Homework over the weekend,” Barry gagged, “Worst teacher ever.”

Brook laughed before laying down on Barry’s bed, making sure not to crumple up any paper. Barry was still in Brook’s palm, her hand resting on the top of her belly. “Yeah, probably… but I mean, he is kind of… hot.”

Barry was taken back at the news, “Hot? You think Mr-”

Brook lifted her head up just enough to grin down at Barry, who just shook his head at her words. “Are you jealous?”

Barry crossed his arms over his chest, “Jealous? Yeah right, why would I be jealous of a high school teacher?”

“Oh come on,” Brook teased as she brought her other hand up toward Barry and gave him a gentle but playful poke, “I heard you…”

“He’s like,” Barry defended himself, not just with words but his hands to keep Brook from poking him some more, “Totally not your type.”

“Yeah, and what’s my type,” Brook went on enjoying the sight of Barry trying to fend her finger off with slaps of his hands.

“Well, obviously someone smaller than you,” Barry explained.

“OOOH?! Smaller than me? Is that what you think my thing is?” Brook started to pull her hand with Barry closer to her face. “And just how small are we talking… like just a few inches smaller than me, or like just a few inches in general,” Brook asked with a sly grin growing.

“Well,” Barry remarked, giving her as much smugness as he could, “Considering how easily you came into MY room like that, and just so happened to be laying on MY bed…”

“OOOOO,” Brook exclaimed yet again at Barry’s reasoning. “I see so that was your big plan all along? Not to do homework but to do something else….”

Barry lied, “Well, it worked didn’t it,” Barry exclaimed as Brook brought Barry closer to her face so they could look at each other more deeply. “I got you right where I want you.”

Brook rolled her eyes and scoffed at him, “I guess you do… dirty little pervert.”

Barry smiled and shrugged. Brook’s smile never faded as she pulled Barry closer to her face and mouth. Barry took the invitation of her looming lips, ones that were much larger than his entire body. The bright shine and color of those lush lips popping out at him. As horrified as he was at the beginning of the week, when he was terrified of the same mouth trying to consume him, not a trace of fear remained right now. Instead a desire to get closer to those perky two lines rushed over Barry as Brook raised him toward her mouth. The moment the hand holding Barry connected with Brook’s chin, Barry confidently headed to the red wall of skin. Barry put his hands up on Brooks lips, feeling the warm radiant heat pulsating off the plump and almost squishy skin. Her lips were so soft but had a firmness that didn’t let him sink all the way into it when he pushed up against them.

Neither of them said much as Barry stood there at the entrance to Brook’s shut mouth. Barry let the heat coming from Brook seep from her lips into his body. Her skin felt much hotter than he was right now. The smell of what he assumed was gum that she had been chewing hours ago, still lingered around her lips. That was mixed with whatever she had for lunch, but that for some reason never deterred him from her mouth.

Barry gave Brook’s upper lip a kiss and ended up hugging as much of her lips as he could with his open arm hug.

There was a soft giggle but it was much louder than any other time, as Brook’s voice rumbled just beyond the wall of skin. Her lips slowly parted and Barry felt a rush of hot steamy sweet air rush past him as Brook whispered, “You really know how to treat a girl… keep it up.”

Barry didn’t need to be told twice as he now gently pulled himself closer and kissed the brim of Brook’s lip. Her mouth was left open ever so slightly, but it was enough for her blazing breath to rush over his feet, legs, and hips. The sounds of Brook’s breathing increasing with her excitement, it was kept in time with the love Barry bestowed on Brook. When Barry was done, he pulled back and saw how lovingly Brook was looking at him, how flush her cheeks were getting, the slight pink hue coming over her nose and cheeks. “You like that,” Barry asked in a proud tone.

“mmmm,” Brook moaned, letting her purr rumble through not just her hand but her voice. Barry felt the slight vibration coursing through him now that he was so close to the source. Still in a soft, yet loud voice, Brook went on. “Want me to return the gesture?”

Barry nodded and watched as Brook’s mouth opened wider, her lips gaping open showing Barry his girlfriend’s enormous maw. Her teeth lining the sides of her mouth and her mouth easily able to swallow him if she desired it at that moment. However her tongue slowly came out and started to head toward Barry.

“WAIT!” Barry shouted, causing Brook to freeze.

“So-sorry… clothes,” Barry explained as he quickly ripped and tore his clothes off in a moment, “Mom would get so mad… you know,” Barry told her.

A soft giggle escaped Brook as she waited till Barry was now more exposed, “We wouldn’t want that now would we….” With Barry now naked, the tongue started to push forward and soon collided with Barry’s body. The extremely wet and warm, almost bath like temperature of the fleshy object, hit Barry with as gentle of a force as it could. Barry had to stumble back a little as Brook’s tongue pressed into him, giving him a nice layer of her saliva gooping onto him, covering his front side with Brook’s juices. The smell was much stronger than her regular breath, but wonderfully didn’t smell bad. As the wall of fleshy pink carpet pushed into Barry, it ever so slowly and gently started to pull upward. Barry felt the pull on his skin and body as he was lifted just a little up in the air before dropping down from the lick. He stood there watching the Goliath of an appendix curl upward and retreat back into the dark abyss that was Brook’s mouth. The layer of spit covering him soon started to cool and left his nude body with a shiver.

“Mmmm,” Brook cooed as she tasted Barry for a moment and went back for another round. Barry stood still as he was once again plastered by the wall of spongy spittle covered skin. The mouth snake slithered out slowly and slathered Barry with a fresh splatter of saliva. However Barry didn’t mind, in fact he was loving it as he felt himself starting to get aroused from the sensation of his girlfriend licking him. He liked having his entire body dragged across a bumpy carpet of flesh soaking in warm spit (as creepy and weird as that sounded). His body twitched and reacted to the curling and flicking of her tongue, licking and rubbing parts of his body that he didn’t know were aroused by such sensations. After the fifth lick, Barry was on the verge of popping.

“W-wait,” Barry announced.

“Hmm?” Brook hummed as she held her tongue in a half lick.

“I… I’m close,” Barry told Brook not wanting to startle her, if that was possible, with the unexpected discharge. Chances are she wouldn't even feel or taste it.

“Ooooo,” Brook moaned, her voice vibrating Barry who was so close to her mouth. That was nearly enough for him to tip over, but he did his best to control himself. Before Barry could confirm it, Brook’s free index finger and thumb was already plucking Barry up by the hips.

“OH! Uhhh, wait… careful,” Barry protested as he was lifted up off Brook’s palm and into the air. Barry watched as Brook’s palm soon was gone and he was hanging in the air by her delicate fingers. As Barry was pondering what was going on, he watched as Brook’s fingers headed toward her mouth. He was going into her dark cavern. Barry watched as Brook slowly and effortlessly inserted Barry into her mouth, on the center of her tongue.

As loud as Brook’s voice was outside her mouth, it was so much louder inside, as she whispered the best she could with something on her tongue, “Don't move.” The order filled Barry’s ear’s as he lay motionless in her mouth. Soon the lips started to close. A sudden and uncontrollable fear and panic rushed over Barry with the pure darkness. However once he closed his eyes and accepted any fate that might befall him, yes even accidentally being eaten by Brook, his panic died down. As he lay in the very dark, and very warm sauna-like room that was Brook’s mouth, Barry felt almost at peace. Sure there were some noises that filled the chamber that reminded him where he was, the sensation was almost relaxing, and loving. Suddenly the beast under him, Brook’s tongue, started to move. It was slow as the floor under him moved and curled and lifted him up. It was slow and gentle, but he collided with what had to be the hard roof of Brook’s mouth, her pallet. There he was pushed into it, held firm. Barry wasn’t sure what was going on, but when the soft spongey surface under him rolled along his bare back and body, he felt his eyes nearly pop out in bliss. It was too hard to explain, feeling the little bumps race over his back rubbing and massaging him. Also the firm but still slightly squishy roof of Brook’s mouth held him nice and firm as her tongue licked Barry’s body. The sensation on the front side of his body was amazing as he could feel his manhood reacting and rubbing into Brook’s mouth. As hard and firm her pallet was, the ridges and groves offered a sensation he never expected to feel.

Barry couldn’t help as he was pinned down, or up depending on how one would view it in Brooks mouth, being massaged and rubbed from all over. It was truly amazing as Barry joined in with Brook’s wiggling and rolling tongue. He could feel himself bumping into the firm hot sticky wall he was gently but firmly held against. Maybe it was the control Brook had over it all, or maybe it was just how hot… figuratively and literally it was in there, but Barry wasn’t able to keep pace with Brook. She was wagging and wiggling her tongue now all over him, sending warm chills down Barry’s back and to the center of his body. He couldn't stop it even if he wanted to.

“MMMM! AHHHH!” Barry’s voice was muffled through the moist spittle and his pleasure. His hips flicking and pumping into Brook’s mouth. He could feel his warm geyser spluttering out and being lost in the equally hot chamber. The warm wet liquid splashing his body could have been his seed or Brook’s spit. At this point Barry didn’t know which it was, and he didn’t care. His mind went white in the pitch black room as his cum came out with such vigor, only for it to find out it wasn’t being ejected to it’s rightful destination. Instead his semen was met by a vast sea of hot slimy spit and soon lost behind gallons of saliva that was slowly gathering in Brook’s mouth. Barry felt his legs and body twitch and spasm in time to his coursing pulsating sensation that echoed from his hips. His body was lost in the moment as he could only hang onto the pleasure he was receiving rather than anything else. When he was finally done climaxing, he lay motionless on Brook’s tongue. Barry was soaking it all in… literally.

Brook lowered her tongue from pushing Barry into the roof of her mouth. Barry was still inhaling Brook’s breath, when soon her mouth opened up, a shining light flooded into her mouth. The wet dark world grew brighter showing exactly where Barry was. In the middle of his girlfriends’ mouth. Surrounded by pink sticky walls of her cheek and mouth flesh. Layers of saliva dripping and rolling down to form pockets and puddles of spit, the same kind that he was currently drenched from head to toe in. Slowly a gust of cold air chilled Barry as Brook inhaled and slowly stuck her tongue out of her mouth. Brook held Barry out of her mouth on her slimy hot tongue. Standing up on his knees Barry tried to catch his breath as Brook looked cross eyed at him. Barry could feel it beneath him as Brook was smiling. Her fingers plucked him off her tongue and soon retracted the organ back to it’s home. There was a gulp and swallow before Brook’s mouth opened up again.

“Did you enjoy it?”

Barry didn’t have to respond as it was clear that he did. Who wouldn’t? Instead he sat up in Brook’s palm trying to calm his pulsating heart that was slowly recovering from an amazing climax. As one part of Barry slowly calmed down, so did the beating of his heart. Barry could feel Brook’s eyes watching him as he tried to regain control of himself in her hands. His body was still cooling down from the immense heat of her mouth. The air was rapidly cooling and drying any liquid still attached to Barry, and soon his skin was dry with a fresh layer of saliva evaporating off of it. It felt kind of familiar of running a couple of miles and letting the sweat on his skin dry out.

“That was amazing,” Barry finally said, letting his breath exhale in puffs.

“Good, for a moment there I thought you might have-”

Brooks' words were suddenly cut off by a door in the house closing in the distance.

A male voice called out, “I’m home!”

“SHIT MY DAD-” Barry quickly shut up as he recalled the communicator on his neck. If his dad got close enough he would hear Barry’s words, he needed to be careful of what he said.

Spinning around he looked at Brook who didn’t seem as frightened as Barry was. “You might want to get dressed,” Brook mentioned with a playful hint, as the sound of footsteps were coming closer.

FUCK

Barry looked around in the palm and didn’t see any of his clothes where he last left them. He turned around and spotted them… how did they end up all the way over there?! Barry spotted his small set of clothes laying on top of Brook’s left breast…

Barry shot a quick look at a grinning Brook who tried to act innocently, but it was clear, she wasn’t the innocent one here. The playful smile on her lips told Barry that she wasn’t going to help him retrieve his clothes. It was up to him to do that.

Doing his best not to make too much noise with his communicator still on and transmitting to everyone in a radius, Barry hurried as fast as he could to his clothes. There was no way he was going to let his dad catch him naked and in his girlfriend's hands. The embarrassment and talk afterwards would just be humiliating. Barry leapt off of Brook’s hand and landed on the side of her plump chest.

Brook let out a giggle, “ooo, are we playing mountain climber? And your dad is so close...you naughty boy.”

Barry would have said something less humorous, maybe “this is not time for games” or something, but he needed to be as quick and silent as he could, as he pushed and pulled himself up the slightly mushy hill. As endowed as Brook was, Barry found his progress was faster than expected. He was soon mounting the large fleshy balloon. Heading to his clothes that lay peacefully on the peak of the living mountain he was standing on, Barry just reached his clothes when he heard a knocking on his door.

“Barry, are you home,” Came his dad’s voice.

“I wonder if you can dress fast enough…” Brook whispered playfully, not saying anything too loud for his dad to hear. Her mischievous eyes glued and never left Barry.

“Uhhh, yeah! GIVE ME A MINUTE!” Barry shouted as he slipped his pants and his shirt on as quickly as he could. With his clothes on, it wouldn’t be so bad… but he was still standing on top of his girlfriend's breast like he just claimed mount Everest. Something that might not be something his parents should see. He needed to find a way down, and fast-

The door knob was turning as his dad started to open the door, “I need to talk to you about school.”

Barry’s heart stopped as the door started to swing open with him clear in the open. His dad was already stepping into the room as Barry looked like a deer caught in headlights. There was no way anyone could misunderstand this situation.

Barry was frozen in place…

Then Brook let out a soft giggle that shook Barry’s feet and everything started to move and shift. Brook leaned and rolled to her side, and everything tipped on Barry. What was once a round flattish ground soon gave out as Brook rolled onto her hips. Barry went tumbling down and soon was caught in Brook’s cupped hand held out for him. Barry landed safely as Brook shifted to lean on her side causally in Barry’s bed. Barry looked up at Brook who had a very devilish look on her face before she shifted it back to a normal look and greeted his dad. “Oh hey, Mr. Berch.”

Barry’s dad was shocked to see Brook in the room, “OH! Oh, Brook, sorry… I thought Barry was in here alone… is he-”

Brook tilted her hands to show Barry in her palms, “Oh we were just going over the homework from math class. Should I go?” Brook asked with an innocent tone.

“Oh, no it’s fine. Was just going to tell Barry that Ms. Mcneil wanted to congratulate you on your 100% on her exam. Apparently you were the only one in class to ace the test.”

Brook gasped, “You scored a 100?! You little- you told me…” Brook looked miffed at the fact that Barry did better than her.

Barry was just as shocked as he realized that maybe the check wasn't just completed but a perfect exam? It was new for him, that was for sure. He guessed that Ms. Mcneil actually went over his test, just like everyone else.

“Good job son… uh, I’ll leave you two to keep doing school work.”

Once Barry’s dad left, Brook scowled at Barry. “Not as good as my 89….”

“Well… I mean,” Barry tried to play it off, “I didn’t want to brag.” Barry gave a sheepish smile. Barry was still trying to get over the fact that Ms. Mcneil had put extra work into reading all his answers. He would have to remember to thank her for the effort next time he saw her. “Anyway… where were we?”

“Oh no,” Brook shook her head, “No way are we continuing,” Brook set Barry down on his bed next to the textbook. “Bad enough your dad almost caught us-”

“Oh so now it’s my fault,” Barry asked, recalling the way she teased him, “I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty sure I didn’t put my clothes on your-” Barry stopped just in case his dad might hear.

“On my breast?” Brook finished giving him a playful grin, “Hmmm, yeah I wonder how they got there… what a mystery.”

Barry shook his head, “Anyway that wasn’t what I meant, I meant the homework.” He pointed out as they still had one last problem to complete.

Brook let out a tired sigh, “Maybe later… I think I want a nap.”

Barry watched as Brook laid back down on her back and let out a deep sigh, “Brook,” Barry called out. “I really think we should-”

Brook’s fingers dipped down and pulled Barry up in mid speech, cutting him off. Brook carried Barry by the shirt up and over her body. She brought Barry over to her face and gently placed him on the bridge of her nose. There he sat hugging her cute sniffer. “Shhh, fifteen minutes wont kill anyone,” Brook explained, closing her eyes.

Barry would have protested, but it seemed Brook already made up her mind. Her eyes were shut and she was slowly inhaling and exhaling through her nose, trying to find some sort of slumber. As dangerous as it was to be on top of his girlfriend as she tried to nap, Barry couldn’t help himself as he straddled her nose. He could feel it expand ever so slightly, like when he would lay on Brook’s breast and listen to her lunge expand and contrast in her breathing. Barry, let out a sigh as he gave up trying to keep Brook awake. Instead, he leaned forward and started to hold onto her nose. Using the Brook’s schnoz as some kind of cuddle buddy, Barry held on as gently as he could without blocking her airway. It was like spooning a body pillow, one that could breathe. As weird as it sounded, it felt like he was holding a shrinky sized Brook. The feeling of her skin, the smell of her body coming from the person size nose he held, and the breathing that was happening. It was a little loud, but Barry was used to it.

It felt normal… as normal as he probably would get to cuddling with his girlfriend. Someone that happened to be the size of a small town.

It was these small moments that Barry didn’t mind being a shrinky, as long as he was with Brook...