CONNOR
CW: ADULT CONTENT
Did it bug me? Of course. Am I happy for them? Absolutely, and not only for getting that dumb girl out of Shane’s life. What the hell was I going to do for Ashley? I only have so much to give, in every sense. She’s beautiful, not just outside but in her heart, in her spirit, and if we were still the same size I would have proposed to her by the end of the year. As it was, we couldn’t even kiss. A whisper and a bird’s peck on her cheek from me versus a pair of pinkish anacondas encircling a guillotine-filled abyss. An awful thing to say about the mouth of the woman you love, but be realistic: my eyes are the size of sesame seeds. I come up to Barbie’s chin. I can see the depth of the texture of the human tongue, and believe me, it’s a turn off. (Women of any age suffering from my condition–feel free to PM me. I am extremely open minded.)
And we still tried, me and Ash, for some kind of physical intimacy. We were drunk, as is so often the case when sex fails because you shouldn’t have even tried. We’d been coping with me for a few months and Shane had stopped sleeping on my couch, wasn’t even at Leah’s house but his own for a change.
We’d had dinner and some wine, and after he left Ash and I had some more, and we were talking like we hadn’t talked in months, since long before what happened. I love Ashley, but we were a few years into the relationship and had started taking each other for granted. The accident (what else could we call it?) had made us both understand what we valued in the other. We were stronger together. We hadn’t let the accident push us apart.
I had clothes by now, and a decent set-up in a nice wooden dollhouse. The Japanese make some really nice miniatures, and I had done the whole place in Danish mid-century, teeny-tiny Aames vases and a pair of Barcelona chairs, everything I could have never afforded in real scale. With a few cleverly staged Zoom calls I had got my boss to trial and then accept me working remotely. My parents lived on the other coast, and I’d bought time with them too. We were living as normally as we thought it could get.
But I missed Ashley, missed holding her, missed sleeping beside her, the morning sex where we didn’t even kiss because neither of us had brushed our teeth, the hug she always gave me whenever I did the dishes, carefully from behind, her cheek against my back. Now she carried me all the time, had to if we wanted to leave the house or even go into another room without me having to scamper across the floor.
We were still at the kitchen table, me at my own little table beside the salt and pepper, and I served myself another toy glass of wine from the eyedropper I use as a cask. At my size, every sip of liquid starts with a burst of surface tension, a visceral snap like popping a bubble of chewing gum, a totally different experience from yours. Stirring the wine with a tiny spoon Shane had found at an Indian grocers (sometime I’ll tell you what it’s really for and you’ll gag), I could see the shimmer of alcohol fumes dissipating from the cup, a necessary step if I didn’t want my eyes to water. Safety first, but I was still the drunkest I’d been since the accident. Ashley too, who in the last few weeks had emerged from her anxieties to really take charge, pulling her own life together as she protected mine. We deserved to enjoy ourselves.
“Do you ever wonder…” she said dreamily, her chin in her hand.
“What?”
“Hmm…forget it.” She sat back, face flushed. “It’s stupid.”
“Any stupider than our actual lives?”
This always made her laugh. “Maybe. It might make things worse.”
“Maybe not. Try me.”
She looked at me properly again, and she really was so beautiful, even more these days, some tension gone from her face. I would have done anything for her, the feeling stronger now that there was so little I could do. “Do you miss me?” she said at last. “I mean, do you miss being with me?”
“Of course. I try not to think about it too much.”
“Really?” She pouted, disappointed.
“Because there’s nothing we can do about it. No fun in thinking about how I’m never going to get to fuck you ever again.” She couldn’t say dirty words, but she didn’t mind me saying them. “The other night I thought jerking off would make me sleep better, but it just made me sad.”
“Sad?”
“To think that’s the best I’ll have from now on. Unless you think we ought to try…is that what you wonder? If there’s a way we can fuck?” She said nothing, but the crimson flush of her cheek, the sparkle of her eyes made the message clear. The logistics were staggering. “I don’t know how that can possibly work.”
“Not…go all the way, but just…be intimate. I told you it was stupid. Forget I brought it up.”
“No, it’s fine. Let’s think about this for a minute.” A giantess, the biggest woman in the world, a throwback sci-fi sexploitation film: the first things that came to my mind. Ridiculous, but then my daily life is pretty damn ridiculous, so I had gotten used to thinking way outside the box. The scale was an issue. I was no bigger than my own cock once had been. Getting between a woman’s legs put me in real danger of suffocation. One big thrust from her and I’d literally drown in muff. Her clit would be the size of a basketball… Outrageous, almost revolting, potentially amazing. I wanted to know. “Clearly, there’s no actual fucking going to happen. But I’m down for whatever.”
“You mean it?
“We’re going to find out pretty quick what doesn’t work.”
“Oh Connor…I miss you so much.”
“I know. We’ll see what happens. Right?”
She nodded, tears trembling on her lashes, but we were both used to crying by now, and I knew she was happy. I got up from my table as she reached out, and she lifted me to her chest, for me to press my lips to the pulse in the hollow of her throat, the closest we now came to a deep kiss. This was going to work, more or less. If it was at all possible, we would find a way.
She carried me straight to the bedroom. There she laid back on the bed, half propped on the pillows, with me sitting cross-legged on her stomach. “Any ideas?” she asked after a minute of us gawking at each other.
“You brought it up. Shouldn’t you go first?”
“Seriously?”
“Well…what did you like before? Don’t worry about how, just name something.”
“Oh.”
We had never talked like this, not once in years. Ash liked all kinds of sex but there was no point trying to get her to say what she wanted in advance. I had gotten good at reading her, and I sure didn’t censor my own words, something she had always said she liked about me. The sex had been the final clue that we belonged together, as everything else had already fit so well. Now nothing fit. We had to get creative.
“How about I go first,” I said. “Something I miss: the way you sound when you cum.”
“What?”
“For real. You make a lot of sexy sounds. Even when we’re kissing. Did you never notice?”
“Oh my god…”
“Sorry. Does that make you uncomfortable?”
“Kinda.”
“Well, you’re beautiful all the time, but I miss that. I miss your nipples.”
She laughed and shook me where I sat. “What do you mean?”
“They’re perfect. I love the colour. I love how they feel when I suck on them.”
“Me too,” she said, so softly only I could have heard it.
“Let’s start there.”
I moved so she could take off her shirt, her bra. She arranged the pillows then settled back again. I decided to get undressed. Her skin would keep me warm. Down to the teeny briefs I’d cut from a bigger doll’s swimsuit, I approached the rolling landscape of her body, her up-bent knees two distant mountains, her near breast a velvety boulder, the nipple at its summit a perky pink nub about the size of my hand amid the cocoa hue of her deeply puckered areola. Using her arm as a step, I climbed onto her stomach again, now shaking under me with her eager breath. On my knees I approached her breast, fascinated by the plump texture of her nipple, each rosy bulge the length of my finger, or tongue. I hoped she didn’t have very high expectations. My mouth was no match for that nipple. But nothing ventured…
She’d always said she wasn’t ticklish, and it had seemed to be true in the past, but I guess I just don’t weigh enough, as all I got was a shriek before her squirming threw me off her and onto the bed. There was no point taking it further. We cried a little, one more thing we’d lost forever. At least we could be close, and we lay in bed for a while, Ashley curled up with me against her chest, feeling her heartbeat against my spine. With her warmth behind me and my eyes closed, I almost felt like my old self.
To Be Continued…