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Thankfully it didn't take me long to upload my first pic of 2023.

Anyway, since I'm sure all of you don't know who these characters are, they're OCs I came up with that used for this short story The Camera will add Height !“Ten minutes, people !” Sandra Nayroman clapped her hands to the stage crew, her step assured as she walked towards the TV set for the show she had done hundreds of times. But that assurance was a lie. In truth, she had been pacing about inside her make-up room for minutes on end, almost spilling her mocha on her long skirt, and her black hair on the verge of frizzling out at least five times. The staff knew, but they didn't raise it to her, nor did they blame her. Even after a few years on the air and some of the stars she had gotten to her talk show, none were as well-known and special as these two. Her audience would be triple the normal amount, at least ! If this was a flop, she was as good as finished. “Lidya !” Sandra called her personal assistant, pratically throwing herself into her arms. “Quick, how's my hair ?” “It's good, ma'am.” nodded the blond girl to her frazzled mocha-skinned boss. “Good ?! It needs to be great ! Spray me !” Sandra closed her eyes as a fresh wave of laque went to restructure her hair. “Better, better ! This is good- NO ! It's great ! Just like this show ! It's not going to be a disaster- Who said disaster ?!” “Ma'am, calm down.” suggested the stone-faced assistant, patting her shoulders. “Oh, heh heh, look at my hands ! Look at them shaky little things ! Ha ha, I wonder if I'm gonna faint before the commercial rolls in !” “Ma'am.” boomed Lidya, firmly grasping those same shoulders. Sandra's eyes now on her, she whipped her hand to her backpocket to retrieve a bottle of water. “Drink up.” Sandra obeyed on the spot, downing the whole bottle in one breath, which was considerably slower now. “All is set, we're on time, you look great. You'll be a hit, as always.” “Right, right... It's gonna be a hit, yes.” the talk show hostess repeated to herself until she believed in her own words. Her hands were no longer shaking, and her heart only felt squeezed instead of viced. “They both made it, right ?” Lidya flipped her tablet around to show the screen. “He's been parked.” The screen displayed a car parked in the studio hallway, its roof coming up to the vallet's chest. “And she's been dressed.” The screen shifted to a shoe closet, where a pair of blue trainers stood out by being twice the size of every other shoe next to it. “Splendid !” cheered Sandra, finally finding her smile back. “Lidya honey, what would I ever do without you ?” Lidya adjusted her glasses. “You'd look good, ma'am.” “HA ! Girl, you are a little slice of heaven !” said the rowdy woman, swinging her aide closer to smooch her, leaving a lipstick mark and the faintest of red hues on those composed cheeks. “I am ready for this ! Let's go !” Sandra pratically skipped the rest of the way to her host chair. But as she sat in the dim light of the studio, curtains still hiding her from the chatting live audience, some of the nervousness came back. This was going to be her biggest show, quite litteraly so. America was going to be watching, and was she ready to impress it ? “Thirty seconds, and we're live !” called the stage manager, breaking Sandra from her haze. “Sandra, you're ready ?” The hostess looked at her image in the camera, and the reflection of her name in neon lights. She smiled. Sandra Nayroman wasn't just dressed to impress, she was born to impress ! “You know it, baby.” “Then places, people ! We're live in 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2, and-” “Weeeeeeelcome to this night tonight !” greeted the hostess with pizzazz, launching a wave of applause and whistles from the now visible audience. “It's 'You Know What ?', with me, Sandra Nayroman, here to tell you what's what !” She paused to let another round of applause pass by. “It is good to see you tonight, America ! And maybe not just America. Now I don't like to throw myself too many flowers, I've got the staff for that.” She caught a flying bouquet, elicting chortles. “But I've got the feeling tonight's show is going to be seen worldwide ! Because tonight, we have guests like you've never seen before ! We're gonna zoom in, and zoom out on them, getting all the right angles to find all the little details, and get the big picture ! You tired of those puns already ? Then you're in for a looooong night, folks. Our guests today are no stars, they don't fit the usual mold, but you know what ? That's what makes them so exciting ! And trendible.” The screen behind her shifted to Twitter's trending page, displaying her name in golden letters. “Well, consider my ego satiated already. I made it, ma !” The crowd chuckled once more. “But would you believe me that I'm like a blue ribbon at a third-grade science show compared to who's about to sit on that couch tonight ? Don't believe me ? Please say you don't believe me.” The screen now showed a tiny image of her waving, next to a giant shoe that was overshadowing her. “But it's true ! And you know it ! You know them already ! You know what though ? Do you really ? Let me lay down the details.” Lights dimmed, leading the audience's attention onto the big screen. A green logo appeared, and a bit of chatter broke out. “Thinlyn. A pretty average pharmaceutical company all around, making its quota with antidepressers, headache medicine, and inhalers that cost you a lung, so you don't have to buy as many. See ? They care.” nodded Sandra with a heavily sarcastic smile. “But Thinlyn wanted its big break into the market. And since glow-in-the-dark face masks were not gonna turn much of a profit, they went for the angle all of you stay-at-home folks dreamed of ! No no, it's not more time at home – trust me, I tried pre-ordering it – it's to get rid of all those crisps and pizzas that helped shape that dig in your couch. I mean, I wouldn't know anything 'bout that, but...” A photo slid in of Sandra squeezing whipped cream into her mouth while wearing sweatpants and a dirty hoodie, doubling the laughter. Sandra fake-glared at the backstage. “I hope that joke was worth it, Jerry ! But, to make sure their big break would be a success, Thinlyn paid a handsome fee to get their products tried out by a few human guinea pigs. And the results were looking good !” A before-after picture showed a mildly overweight woman losing a fourth of her width and regaining a good heap of energy into her smile. “And then they weren't.” A newspaper front page came in view, displaying the bold title, “THINLYN ON THIN ICE ! THE BIGGEST SMALL BLUNDER OF THE DECADE !”. The encrusted picture showed men in white labcoats trying to block the reporter's camera view, hiding most of it and the picture being blurred. But one thing could still be seen through this attempt at censorship : the form of a man holding onto a t-shirt that covered his whole body, and even touched the ground. “One test subject didn't just lose his weight, he lost his HEIGHT !” The crowd gasped, some to add to the tension, and others genuinely surprised it was real. “Now, I can't say I have never dreamed to have a man so small, I could fit in my purse and travel him around like the cute little thing he is. But oh boy, I think I wished a little too much here. It's crazy, right ?! Just, poof ! One little pill, and you're shackled to the kids' table for Thanksgiving, forever ! I'd be so mad ! But our man here looked at his situation, took a good deep breath, and he did was right. He sued their asses !” Sandra exclaimed, banging her hands on the table. The crowd whistled in approval. “And you know what ? He WON !” Whistling got louder. “Little man got a big settlement, got his life back together, and a house fit for his needs ! He may not be tall, but he sure showed those big suits who's the man. But he didn't show up much outside after that, and it wasn't because of a certain virus. He turned down many interviews, and I cannot blame him, folks. Yes, obviously... he was waiting for my call to come through ! And he said yes !” The crowd was positively electric now, and Sandra could tell they were steamed just right to start the show. She stood up, and waved a hand to the side. “Ladies and gentlemen, my first guest tonight is a man whose only small thing is his size. Please welcome, as an interviewee for the first time, Tom Byte !” Applause rang out as the spotlight was lit, and out stepped a sight that had many-a gasping, for the stories were as true as they got. The man had fair skin, brown eyes, short spiky black hair, a clean shave, and was wearing a dapper navy blue suit. He did not seem intimidated in the least as he waved to the flabbergasted crowd, or when he got close to the hostess, where his diminutive size was put into perspective. Sandra's 1m70 positively towered over Tom's 48 centimetres, barely coming up to her knee. “Welcome to the show, Tom.” she greeted, trying to quell her giddiness. “Thank you for having me, Sandra.” he smiled back, shaking her extended hand, which completely swallowed his. “Hmm, you've got quite the grip there. My two fingers sure felt it.” joked Sandra, accompanied by laughter. “It's my pen hand.” explained Tom, taking it in stride. “And uh, they say the camera makes you look bigger, but no, you're every bit as big as I imagined you.” The laughter doubled down, including Sandra's. “Ha ha ha ! Good to know I can keep my pun repertoire going tonight !” she chortled, slapping on her knee. She soon gestured her guest to the couch, giving excited toothy grins to the audience, who could tell the hostess thought of the diminutive man as nothing short of adorable. And it got better. “Now, what is wrong with this picture ?” Tom asked out loud, as he found himself at the foot of the couch, the cushions coming up to his chin. “The answer is, I don't have my climbing gear.” “Oh ! That's so silly of me !” genuinely apologised the hostess. “Can I get a stool over here ?!” “Oh there's no need for that.” Tom waved off. He raised his arms. “All I need is a lift.” Sandra silently gasped, elation filling her heart. “Is... Is that really okay ?” Tom winked. “You have a good grip.” “Then don't mind if I do !” squealed Sandra. She carefully slotted her hands under his shoulders, and lifted him off the ground with little effort. Her face was lit with raw amazement. “Oh my goodness, you're so light ! I-I expected it, but WOW ! It's like eight year-old me is holding Mrs.Mayzee again. I-I know it's a little cavalier, but may I...?” Tom chuckled. “For you, Sandra ? How could I say no ?” And it was all she needed to wrap the little man into a hug, which he returned by throwing his hands around her thick neck. The crowd went positively wild for the few moments they held it, until Sandra gently set Tom down onto the couch cushion, of which his legs did not even reach the edge. “This will forever be in my Top 10 of best guest welcomes. Like, woo !” sniffled the woman, flicking a stray tear away. “So Tom, do tell us, what was your life before you hit the small time ?” “I was a graphic designer. Am a graphic designer, really.” started Tom, getting himself some cheers. “Turns out a smaller tablet and smaller pen still get the job done just fine, so that was a big silver lining. It's an alright paying job, but times hit a bit hard about four years ago. The company was bleeding money, and the vice-president's scandalous arrest for embezzlement did not help things.” “I bet you wanted to draw him some scalding picture for his jail cell.” tssked Sandra. Tom shook his head. “You have no idea how much I wanted to. With how bad things were going, I was just straight-up not getting paid now and again. When you have your own flat and a girlfriend searching for a job, this is not a situation you want to be in. So, I had to seek other good ways to make some cash. When those ways didn't pan out, I looked up less good ways, and it led me to Thinlyn.” “Can you tell us how it happened ?” inquired Sandra. “You don't have to, of course.” “No no, I'll tell it.” “YUS !” she fist-pumped, making the gallery and Tom laugh. “I mean, proceed please.” “Well, I'd been taking the thing for five days now, and it was time to observe the results. I didn't feel like my handles had melted at all, but it's apparently on this fifth day that the effects start happening. So they had me in a white room – I was 1m73, by the way – with a lady and her clipboard to observe me up-close while a pair of white coats looked at me through the glass. It was kind of unnerving, like I was a rat. But hey, they paid well. So I waited, and I felt it. I could see my fat recede before my very eyes, it was miraculous. In seconds, I had to tighten my belt two knots so my pants wouldn't fall. It looked like a success. Then... the headache happened. My vision got all blurry, the room was spinning, and my senses were all over the place. For a second, I thought I was dying.” The audience gasped. “Yeah, it was that bad. The next moment, all of that was gone, but something was not right. My clothes were on the floor, save for my t-shirt that had turned into a tent. The room's perspective was all wrong, the ceiling was so far away, I had no idea how this could be. Then I turned around, and that little asian lady, once up to my shoulders, was now the biggest woman I had seen in my life. We exchanged horrifed looks, and she let go of her clipboard. When it landed with such a loud noise, it clicked just what had happened to me, and I freaked out ! I was screaming, cursing, hyperventilating. It felt like my life was just, over. If it wasn't for this lady calming me down, I might have had a heart attack on the spot.” “My god...” mouthed Sandra, echoing the silent crowd's thoughts. “And they just, let you go after that ?” “Like I was some little matter to sweep under the rug.” grumbled Tom, with booing backing him up. “They tried to offer me double the salary to keep this all quiet, but they were not going to have it so easy, ooooh no. I was ready to use every available option to sue the pants off of them !” Tom banged his fist in his palm. He sighed. “It took months, with my whole life becoming this strange reality where I was just too small for the world I lived in. All the while, I had a whole media circus going around me. Sure, the paparazzis never got to me, but they knew, and they got stories after stories about it. Like that 'expert' lady who wondered if I could even beat a squirrel now.” “Oh, she's an expert, alright. Her hair looks just like a squirrel's tail.” sassed Sandra, lightening the mood. “Heh heh, quite true. Some good came out of it though, like me keeping my job, the company gaining in notoriety because I worked in it, and my salary allowing me to meet my needs quite a bit more.” Tom's smile became bittersweet. “Especially since I soon only had my needs to worry about.” The crowd and Sandra gaped. “Oh no, she didn't !” “It's fine, I don't blame her, really.” pacified Tom. “She just couldn't bare all the people reaching out to her for comments, and me looking so helpless, and... well, she had needs someone my size just couldn't hope to satisfy. We broke things up pretty cleanly, but it did do a number on me afterwards. It took me right back to that first night I slept in that giant bed, feeling so small and powerless. Only this time, I had no arms to wrap my whole self up and someone to tell me everything was gonna be okay.” A few members of the crowd had begun tearing up. “I moved back with my parents soon after. I got coddled a bit too much for my taste, but I just couldn't live in that oversized flat anymore.” “You poor little thing.” sniffled Sandra. “I just wanna scoop you up, and hug you all over again.” “Things soon got better though.” Tom brightened up. “After three months of proceedings, we won the trial, and I got settled for life. Like, I'd be settled for life even if I was my old size, but now ? I was loaded ! I got myself a penthouse, all custom-sized.” The screen shifted to a picture of a luxurious home, Tom standing in front of it, and an older platinum-haired woman standing next to him, her head coming up to the second floor. “That's my mom.” “Oh she's lovely !” squealed the hostess. “Can she get inside ?” “Yeah, she actually can. I got it modeled to have enough room where regular people can stand.” Tom's words were supported by the next picture, showing his mum standing inside, next to her staircase on which her son was standing. She was kissing his cheek, making the crowd go “Aww~”. “It's a good life for you then. I do love a happy ending.” “I'd say pretty happy, yeah.” nodded Tom. “Though, I do miss going out like I used to. I can't go into shops to buy anything anymore, I have to order everything online. It works, but you know, I kinda miss the aisles of stuff. Or just the smell of a couch store, you know ?” “I have three, so my heart is positively bleeding right now.” answered Sandra with hilarious honesty. “I don't know how I'd live my life knowing I could not go to a couch store ever again !” “I can't even have walks alone anymore, I gotta be accompanied so no-one steps on me, or a kid just snatches me away like I'm a lost dolly. It happened once, true story. I was napping, and my little niece thought I was a funny looking doll. And then she thought she had brought me to life when I woke up.” “Bwahahahaha !” Sandra barked with laughter, echoing with the chortling room. “Tom, your life sounds like a little girl's paradise alright. You rolled with the punches, and look at you now. Small, yet bigger than many men out there.” The crowd applauded, prompting Tom to wave modestly. “But you know what, Tom ?” “What ?” “What if I told you that someone had a problem not unlike yours ?” Sandra's words made buzzing excitement come anew. “Someone who not only had the problem all her life, but is exactly the opposite of yours ?” Tom blinked, then grinned. “Then I'd say it means it's time for the next guest to come.” “This man gets it !” clapped Sandra, eager to please her raveneous audience. “But before that, let's trace it back.” Darkness fell in the room again. A little countryside town was on the screen. “Granville, Ohio. This quaint little town was known for its university, its beautiful tree-lined streets, and its historic inns. But ever since the very late 90's, it became known as the home of a very special girl, who made this little town feel that much smaller.” The audience cooed as the screen was now showing an infant. “This little girl was born a little bigger than anticipated. And if there's one thing we're not known for, it's being big.” Laughter echoed as an obese redneck on a scooter appeared on-screen. “Then, by year one, she was more than a little big.” The picture was of two adorable toddlers, with the left one looking a full head taller in comparison. “Eat your heart out, Shaq. But you know, it was whatever. She was just a little tall- Oooooh my god~” faux-gasped Sandra. The screen now showed a smiling four year-old girl in her overalls, standing next to her parents. Shoulder-to-shoulder, actually, as she was every bit as tall as them. Gasps rang out. “Okay, Shaq ? You better eat the whole thing. At the turn of the millenia, this made the news for weeks. A kindergartner as tall as her parents ! It had to be a fake. But no, the tourists and skeptics could attest, this little Girliath was very real ! How could this be ?! The biggest scientists in the world all made their theories, but nothing seemed to stick. Was it radiation ? A pituary gland doing overtime ? Too much milk drank by the mom ? No-one could answer, as they watched this girl grow up.” Switch to a second-grade class photo, where the red-headed girl was even more in evidence as she stood taller than her teacher. “And grow up.” A teen then appeared, looking all awkward and bashful sitting in her little desk chair, her legs stretching to poke beyond the table in front of her. “And GROW up !” Finally, a college basketball team was shown, with the usually tall women looking like children compared to the sheer amazon standing behind them, her elbow resting on the hoop. “No doctoring here, folks. But you know what ? I expect some of you to not believe me until she walks in. So let her walk in !” The crowd applauded preemptively, as did Tom, his curiosity probably the highest in the room. Sandra was back up, and her hands were in the air with excitement. “Ladies and gentlemen, our next guest's only thing bigger than her is that dang heart she's got in there. Please welcome, with warm applause, Matilda Maxin !” The spotlight followed the entrance of the next guest, and as soon as she put a foot on stage, the crowd went wild with gasps. The woman was beautiful, her fair and freckled skin complimenting her deep blue eyes and her long silky red hair coming down to her hips. She was wearing a loooooong purple dress, and some looooong golden heels. Long indeed, for they were clothing a positively towering woman, standing above all with a demure smile. Sandra's fair 1m70 looked puny to her 3m38, putting the hostess' scalp up to her hips. “There she iiiiis !” squealed Sandra, offering a hand. “It is such a pleasure to have you on this show !” “The pleasure is all mine.” shyly replied Matilda, crouching down to engulf the smaller woman's hand in her own. “It's magical to be here, I've always loved your show.” “She loves my show ! She loves myyyyy show !” shrieked Sandra with hype, getting the crowd to cheer along with her. “Baby, you gotta hug me !” “O-Oh ! C-Can I really ?” gasped Matilda, excitement breaking onto her face. “I didn't open my arms to flap'n'fly out of there, missy ! Ha ha !” “Yes... okay !” Matilda fully kneeled down, and the embrace was in action, to the delight of all. “I-I can't believe I'm meeting you. Thank you so much !” “And thank you for not going for the obvious 'I'm your biggest fan', because that one's even beneath me.” sassed Sandra. Matilda laughed out loud, sounding particularly clear to Tom's ears, who felt himself looking at the gigantic woman more intensely than he anticipated. “They weren't kidding.” he murmured, looking at her raise up like a living building. “The pictures hinted at it, but I had to see it for myself to see how... lovely she is.” “Now, how's about a seat ? Your feet must be killing you, 'cause I can tell you were a little awkward in those heels.” analysed Sandra with a nod. “I don't wear them often, for very obvious reasons.” giggled Matilda, all too glad to perch herself in position to finally seat down. “Ah, finally~” Tom's daydream of the red-haired beauty faded away as he witnessed her backside coming down, like a meteor of fabric ready to squash him into the couch. This was the point where things were moving just a bit too fast for the tiny man, and he found himself unable to speak. But fortunately, Sandra always had her voice on. “WAAAAAAIT !” screamed the mocha-skinned woman. “H-Huh ?” blinked Matilda. “I'm sorry, am I doing something wrong ? Isn't this my seat ?” “Oh it is, honey, it is. But not everything on it is your seat. And I better not hear those comments you all got in your heads right now !” whisked Sandra to the spectators, who laughed and wolf-whistled. “Not everything ?” parroted the confused amazon, and turned her head to look. Her face turned crimson red as she took immediate notice of the tiny man that she had almost sat on. “OH MY GOD ! Oh my god, oh my GOD ! I-I-I am s-so sorry ! This is, I-I didn't see you there- NO ! That's not what I meant ! Well it is, but not how I meant it ! I-I'm just a big oaf that doesn't-” “Woah woah woah, it's alright.” spoke Tom to defuse the situation, and the downward spiral Matilda was diving herself into. “It's not the first time I've got sat on, and it's probably not gonna be the last.” “B-But I should know better ! I'm used to this !” groaned Matilda in complete embarrasment. He raised an amused eyebrow. “Used to men my size ?” “No, not exactly...” “Then no harm done. I'll just scooch myself to the side, and the show can go on.” “Ah, that won't exactly do.” admitted Matilda, fiddling her hands sheepishly. “I tend to move in my seat, and I wouldn't want to, well, you know. But I think I've got an idea. If you're okay with it.” she smiled, putting her large hands down like a platform. Tom understood his cue, and felt his heartbeat quicken. “Oh, um, sure. I'm no stranger to being held.” But even as he assured it and stepped on confidently, he was still dazzled by how wide those hands were. He had never felt more like a doll than at this exact moment. “Perfect.” nodded Matilda, lifting the tiny man with hidden marvel in her eyes. 'He's so light, so small, so handsome- Ah, what are you thinking now, Matilda ?!'. She shook her head, and turned herself around to sit down. The couch creaked and visibly slouched down under the weight of the amazon, but held on strong. Once she was comfortably set, she brought her passenger down on her lap, which was as long as he was. “Are you comfortable ?” she asked with a faint blush. “Uh, can't complain.” replied the tiny man with an audible crack of nervousness in his voice. The duo of sheer size difference held their looks to one another for a bit too long, as they started hearing chuckles and whistles coming from the audience, making them blush harder. “I, love, this show.” Sandra articulated, and the crowd cheered along. “So Matilda, how does it feel to be you ?” “Honestly ? A bit bloated.” giggled Matilda, making laughs ring out. “I've been tall since I can remember, nothing 'normal' ever fits me. By the time I was in elementary, we had to start having clothes makeshifted for me, because even adult clothes were too tight. And don't get me started on the shoes.” “Girl, I ain't breaking that taboo.” stated Sandra. “I eat like an entire squadron.” continued Matilda. “Like, it's not which menu I'm gonna choose that's the question, it's which ones I'm not.” The crowd laughed once more. “I have three childhood beds that eventually collapsed under me. I grow my bangs to hide the red marks of the constant doorframe banging on my forehead ! I was the one giving my dad piggyback rides ! At prom, my dress was curtains stitched together ! I haven't rode shotgun in my life, I have to seat on the backseats ! All of them !” She ended her tale with wild gestures, almost knocking Tom off his perch, who was chortling right alongside everyone else. Then, Matilda composed herself, and her voice was soft again. “Because as you may have noticed, I am very tall.” “Noooooo, really ? I was thinking you just looked tall because you're on TV.” grinned Sandra. “The camera adds height, you know ?” “Hee hee hee ! I knew I felt a little taller than usual !” chirped Matilda. “But in all seriousness, it's a life of pros and cons, and I feel the cons a little more often than I'd like. I often hear from everyone how lucky I am to be so tall, and believe me, I know there are good sides ! But truly, it is I who envy everyone else for being so small. If I could give some of my size away, I most certainly would.” Sandra pursed her lips. “I did always want long legs.” “It's just, I know the good things that come with it. Few things are out of my reach, I'm as strong as they come, I can run at speeds that would make athletes blush... Heck, you know how I was in that college basketball team ? From that picture you showed, yes. Well, I only played one year, to make my friends happy. And I crushed it ! We were bulldozing the other teams ! So much so, that I got banned from playing the next year, because no other team wanted to compete against me.” “Three-point shots must have been a cinch for you.” chuckled Tom. “Like you wouldn't believe it. So yes, it's not bad at all being me. But it's never just easy.” sighed Matilda, unconsciously bringing Tom closer to her midriff. “I didn't get to enjoy any kid ride, because I outgrew them by the time I knew how to read. I always wanted to have a turn on that little choo-choo train that came with the town's celebration once a year. I got told that if I kept growing, I'd be able to ride a real one just like it's a ride. It didn't make little me feel any better. And big me is even worse off, because there are places I just can't go to, or I might go through the ceiling.” “Ain't the neighbours happy you come and say hi ?” tssked Sandra. “Try with a pot of curry, they'll be begging you to add a hole on their floor.” Matilda shook her head. “No, that would not work like that.” “Your curry's not THAT bad, is it ?” added Sandra, provoking general hilarity. “Hee hee hee, no, that's not it. It's because I don't really have neighbours upstairs. I don't live in a flat, and I never could.” the tall lass started to count, helped by the screen behind her, picturing her details. “I've always hated closed spaces, bumping into everything all the time, breaking poor innocent vases, even getting a mild concussion once. Then in eigth grade, I locked myself in a closet by accident. It was so tight, so stuffy, I-I didn't know what to do. N-No matter how much I yelled, how loud I s-screamed, n-no-one came. I-I thought the walls were going to crush me...” “I know the feeling...” wheezed Tom, starting to turn blue from the added pressure those giant arms were adding on his sternum. “Ah ! Sorry !” she hastily apologised, releasing her grip and fanning the little man back to his natural colour. “I-It was really traumatic. I ended up having to kick the door off its hinges, and ever since, I've been claustrophobic. You can't put me in a car without leaving a window open, or I'll tear the roof off one way or another. So, with how easy it is for me to feel claustrophobic, especially as I was still growing up, my parents shipped me to my uncle and aunt, who live on a farm just outside of town. It was perfect for me.” “A girl with her own grange, ladies and gents ! Did I mention she's single ?” winked Sandra to the camera. “It is pretty comfy.” blushed Matilda. “You wouldn't think straw is a good place to sleep, but it grows on you. And gets everywhere.” Scratching her mane, a couple of straws fell on the couch. “The open spaces are wonderful. It's the place that makes me feel almost normal, where I can lay myself down, have all the terrain to stretch and roll around.” The picture showing just that melted the audience's hearts. “It's also thanks to this lifestyle that I became so close to animals.” Diverse pictures showed her with chickens sitting in her hair, hugging a pig, and sitting next to a full-grown horse, making it look like a pony. “There was always a furry friend for me to take care of, I became so attached to them. And I could help them in ways only I could. Like when Maud got her leg bitten by a snake.” On the screen appeared a small video of Matilda, about nineteen, struggling to carry an entire cow in her arms, wowing the public, as well as the guests on the show floor. Tom felt a sense of wonder seeing this tower of strength in action, yet so graceful. Well, as graceful as one could get transporting a cow.Sandra meanwhile, seemed deep in thought. As soon as the video ended, with Maud being treated, the host made herself heard. “This could be my most important question tonight for you, Matilda.” “Um, yes ?” said Matilda, getting a bit nervous. “Maud...” began Sandra, weighing her words. “If you took Maud, and you were to... shake her, would-” Matilda audibly snorted, and almost fell backwards. “Ha ha ha ha ha ! No, Mrs.Nayroman, neither milkshake nor cheese would come out !” “DAMN IT ! I owe my assistant twenty bucks !” yelled Sandra, somewhat heard amongst the burst of laughter shaking the studio. “Well, I gotta take the doc's advice at face value. After all, you are a certified veterinarian.” “That I am.” nodded Matilda, earning herself some applause. “The fact that I managed an operation on a mouse was all they needed to give me my diploma. I might not look like it, but I'm very good at tasks on the small scale.” Her thumb unconsciously rubbed Tom's head, getting her some chuckles. “I take care of animals big and small, though I've been called around for some very special cases now and again.” The next photo displayed a grizzli bear, with a bandage on his paw, hugging her. “Aww, Lulu. She was such a sweetheart.” “You both are ! Awww, my heart is just melting !” squealed the hostess with the goofiest of smiles. Matilda beamed. “It's a wonderful job, I would not trade it for anything. I just wished it paid better...” Her glimmer became sheepish. “With all the food, special furniture and custom clothing I require to just get around, a vet's salary just ain't enough sometimes. Thankfully, I'm on the welfare program, since it's a birth condition. But I just wish I could get about on my own ! I'm a big girl now ! So big ! You'd think it'd be so easy, but it's not !” “Honey, a big girl like you, and a small man like Mr.Byte there, deserve just the best in the world.” declared Sandra, lifted by the audience's cheers. “You're too kind.” chuckled Tom. “Thank you so much.” lightly bowed Matilda. “Now, before we go to commercial, I'd like to make a few requests, if that's not too much to ask.” piped Sandra. “Matilda, sweetheart ? You mind giving me a lift ? That light up there has been flickering at me through the whole show, and frankly, I do not appreciate its sass.” “Oh, of course !” chirped Matilda. “Mr.Byte, would you mind...” “Not at all.” answered the small man, sliding off the amazon's legs with ease and onto the ground. Matilda followed suit, raising herself from the couch, which creaked in relief. Sandra hopped next to her, lightbulb in hand, and eagerly raised her arms. “I'll be as careful as can be.” promised the red giant. “Alley-oop !” “Oh ho ho, my goodness !” happily squeaked Sandra, as she felt herself being lifted by her guest, who was having little trouble doing so. “Oh you make me feel lighter than air ! This is the best anti-anorexic cure, folks ! This is amaziiiiiing, ah ha ha !” Up and up she went, past Matilda's scalp, and high enough to put the lightbulb back in its place, before being delicately brought back on the ground. “You know what, Matilda ? You made me soar tonight. And it's not a lame pick-up line, just facts. Thank you for making a dream come true.” “Aww, it was my pleasure.” said Matilda mirthfully, leaning forward to shake her hand. “Right well, since you two are both up, and I fear I've ignored Tom for far too long, could you two come closer and stand side-by-side ? So the audience really gets an idea of what's to know.” The guest duo looked at eachother, and obliged. Amazement spreaded around the seats at the sight of Tom being face-to-ankle with Matilda. “Here you have it, ladies and gents ! The biggest size gap in the world ! Only here, on 'You Know What' ! They're just adorable, don't you think ? I do, I know they are. And if you know too, then don't you dare change the channel, because we'll be back with more questions, more details, and maybe some on-set challenges for our guests ! See you after the break, bye-bye now !” ... Much later, after the show's end... “Woo, it's a wrap !” celebrated the sassy hostess with her crew. “I feel on top of this darn world ! And also feel like I want to die in my beanbag chair. That's what I call a success ! Lidya, what were our numbers ?” “See for yourself, ma'am.” obliged Lidya, showing her tablet. “Oh, 700k watchers. That's... an honest score.” mouthed Sandra, being very bad at hiding her disappointment. Lidya raised an eyebrow, before realising her mistake. “Oops, my finger's in the way.” She rectified said mistake, and her boss' face instantly glowed up. “Seventy million watchers ?! Aaaaaaah !” she shrieked with delight. “That is the biggest audience score this channel's slot ever got ! We did it ! We made a hit to be remembered ! And you were all part of it ! Especially you, Lidee ! Oh ho ho, come here !” Lidya let the hug run its course for a good minute, enjoying it probably more than she should. Then, she cleared her throat. “Um, ma'am ? There's a matter you need to attend to.” “Hm ? Oh right right, the bet, silly me.” laughed Sandra, tapping her forehead before taking out her bedazzled wallet, and a crispy twenty-dollar bill. “Here you go, you earned it. I was really confident about that milkshake, you know.” “Thank you, ma'am.” nodded Lidya, collecting her ransom. “But I was actually referring to Mr.Byte at your feet.” “OH !” exclaimed Sandra, doing an about-face to find the shrunk fellow smiling at her. “I-I didn't... I mean-” “Didn't see me, I know, very used to it by now.” chuckled Tom. “I just came by to thank you for getting me on this show. It just feels so good to have what happened to me in the open, rather than hide like a mole. You made that all possible.” “Oh well,” began Sandra, all bashful, “I just couldn't pass someone like you. I should be thanking you for taking my invitation.” She crouched down, and shook his tiny hand. “It was my pleasure to have you.” “And mine.” rose Matilda's voice, avoiding a low beam as she approached. “It was so refreshing to have an interview where I didn't feel freaky or oggled at. And thank you for the apple pies, I didn't know I could eat that many either, hee hee.” “The cooks thank you, for appreciating them, honey.” said Sandra, raising on her tip toes to shake the large hand extended at her. “Are you going home already ?” “Actually, I was thinking I'd have a look around first. It's not every day I get to come to such a busy town.” chirped the amazon. “Really now ? I was about to do the same.” cut in Tom, looking thoughtful. “I was gonna take my car, but since there's a greener solution... If you're up for it, of course, I wouldn't want to intrude.” Matilda caught on, and blushed a little. “O-Oh ! Not at all ! I'd be honoured to !” The giantess quickly collected the man, perching him on her broad shoulder, and took off, but not before giving her hostess a final wave. “Thank you again, Mrs.Nayroman ! I'll be sure to tune in even more in the future !” “My door's open for another interview, any time.” nodded Tom. “Take care.” “You two take care too ! You were extraordinary, and everybody knows it !” waved the woman enthusiastically, up until they finally passed the iron doors. Then, her features became more sneaky. “Lidya honey, I think we saw something wonderful start here tonight.” “Would you like me to dispatch a camera to follow them ?” rigidly asked Lidya. “Oh heavens, no ! This sort of things needs no nosey-nancy to put her big fat nose where she shouldn't, even one as beautiful as mine.” responded the indignant hostess. “That being said~, if news of the biggest couple of the year start appearing, I want absolute exclusivity, and every crunchy detail. I have found my ship, Lidya, and it's going to sail far ! Very far !” Meanwhile on the outside, Matilda walked the pavement with a certain, yet appreciating strut, taking in the lights glimmering on this warm Summer night, and taking little notice of the stares she was garnerning. They all looked the same after a life of them. The only one she seemed to care about was the one of the man close to her ear, hanging on locks of her fluffy hair like a seatbelt. It was adorable, and it distracted her a smidge from the wonderful light show. “It's so beautiful.” breathed Matilda. “It's pretty grand alright.” nodded Tom, then frowned. “I think Sandra plagued me with those puns.” Matilda giggled. “She's infectious like that. But wow, the big city really is big. Even for someone like me, it's enough to make my head spin.” “Heh, well imagine from my perspective.” said Tom, waving at a couple of kids gawking at the 'doll man that talks'. “Everything always looks supersized to me.” “At least you got the taste of normality. Everything has always been undersized. Everything... and everyone.” she whispered, as she gave a smile to a phone photographing her. “I feel like I live in a world of children, and I'm the only grown-up.” “And I live in a world occupied by giants, always stomping about with their big hooves.” counted Tom in an exagerated voice, provoking amused laughs from the both of them. The trek led them to a park, where the crowd was all but gone, and where they could appreciate the sounds of the city, but more than that, eachother's company. “Are my hooves massive then ?” asked Matilda, shyly. “I mean, they're big, but I don't really see that much a difference.” shrugged Tom. The freckled amazon gasped, hopeful. “R-Really ?!” “Yeah, everyone towers above me, you're just the one who towers the highest.” simply explained the spiky-haired imp, unconsciously stroking her long hair. “Oh, well... same to you.” returned Matilda with a smile. “I loom above everybody all the time, so you're not that different to me.” Tom blinked, surprised at the warmth in his chest. “Wow... that... feels really nice to hear.” he looked into those big deep blue eyes, and found something simply wonderful to look at. “Heh, when we're such oddballs, I guess we feel the most normal together, huh ?” “Hmm, yes. Us oddballs have to stick together !” beamed Matilda. She looked into those small chocolate eyes, and found something just adorable. “I... never had a man look at me without shock or uneasiness. It's nice.” “And I can count the number of women that didn't treat me like a plushie at first sight on one hand. It doesn't make dates easy.” “Oh, you date ?” “Surprising, I know.” “Oh n-no, I didn't mean-” “Ha ha, no really, it would be surprising, with how much a recluse I am. But I have, and every time, it was either a gold digger, or my size would just put them off. Or put them on waaaay too much.” “I-I see. I haven't in a good while, I just got tired of men looking at me like I'm a monster, or someone to be worshipped.” “Pffft, worshipped ?” “It happened more than once, if you can believe it, hee hee.” “HA ! And we're the weirdos !” Tom slapped his knee, hanging tight as Matilda's shoulders shook from mirth, caused by that melodious laughter. Beyond the grandeur, Tom was seeing something he hadn't seen since Kathy walked it into his life. And despite how that ended up, he felt like taking a chance tonight. “Matilda ?” “Yes, Tom ?” smiled the lass. “Would you like to come have a coffee, one of these days ? Or a drink ? A walk in the park ?” Matilda felt her breath hitch, and her whole being warm up. “T-Tom, a-are you proposing a d-date ?” “Just a little one.” teased the lad, getting another wonderful giggle. “I don't know where we'll go, or what we'll do, but I want to see you again. No cameras this time. That is, if you're okay with it.” Matilda felt herself tear up a bit, feeling happier than she had been in years. “I-I'm more than okay with it. Yes, I'll do it ! I do want to see you again.” Carried by her excitement, she took Tom off her shoulder to have him sit inside her palms, and have his nose touch hers. “You may think you're small, Tom, but I have seen few men with a personality as broad as yours.” “And with all the giantesses I see every day, I've never seen one more adorable.” replied Tom, completely enamoured. So much so, he kissed the tip of his nose. His big girlfriend's nose. “Oh, Tom.” happily sobbed Matilda, fully kissing the tiny man's face. No, not just a tiny man. Her tiny boyfriend. Things went fast after that, and the news went even faster, especially with one exhilirated hostess at the helm. Even royal couples were put on the sidelines, compared to the biggest size-gapped romance of all time ! The dates went by so fast, letting Tom feel on top of the world, and Matilda feel ever so cared for. Eventually, the bells toiled, rings were exchanged, and a house like none other was built, accomodating a lad no more than half a meter tall, and a lass towering over the three-metre bar, so they could see eachother every morning. The camera adds weight, they say. Height, in some cases. But in their case, the camera added eachother to their lives. And that was worth a million rewatches. The End !... that you should totally read because it's awesome.

If you need a summary, it's about a talk show where one day they bring the shortest and tallest persons of the planet to interview them. The former is the little guy in blue, named Tom Byte, who shrank to a mere 48 centimeters when he volunteered to be used as a guinea pig for a weight-reducing drug. The redheaded amazon is Matilda Maxin, is the tallest person alive with her 3.38m in height. The hostess is named Sandra Nayroman, and is 1.70m.

The three scenes I chose to draw are, in order, Sandra welcoming Tom into the show, Tom and Matilda measuring against each other, and Sandra interviewing them, with Matilda taking the whole couch, leaving Tom no choice but to sit on her lap (not that he minds).

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Thankfully it didn't take me long to upload my first pic of 2023.

Anyway, since I'm sure all of you don't know who these characters are, they're OCs I came up with that used for this short story The Camera will add Height !“Ten minutes, people !” Sandra Nayroman clapped her hands to the stage crew, her step assured as she walked towards the TV set for the show she had done hundreds of times. But that assurance was a lie. In truth, she had been pacing about inside her make-up room for minutes on end, almost spilling her mocha on her long skirt, and her black hair on the verge of frizzling out at least five times. The staff knew, but they didn't raise it to her, nor did they blame her. Even after a few years on the air and some of the stars she had gotten to her talk show, none were as well-known and special as these two. Her audience would be triple the normal amount, at least ! If this was a flop, she was as good as finished. “Lidya !” Sandra called her personal assistant, pratically throwing herself into her arms. “Quick, how's my hair ?” “It's good, ma'am.” nodded the blond girl to her frazzled mocha-skinned boss. “Good ?! It needs to be great ! Spray me !” Sandra closed her eyes as a fresh wave of laque went to restructure her hair. “Better, better ! This is good- NO ! It's great ! Just like this show ! It's not going to be a disaster- Who said disaster ?!” “Ma'am, calm down.” suggested the stone-faced assistant, patting her shoulders. “Oh, heh heh, look at my hands ! Look at them shaky little things ! Ha ha, I wonder if I'm gonna faint before the commercial rolls in !” “Ma'am.” boomed Lidya, firmly grasping those same shoulders. Sandra's eyes now on her, she whipped her hand to her backpocket to retrieve a bottle of water. “Drink up.” Sandra obeyed on the spot, downing the whole bottle in one breath, which was considerably slower now. “All is set, we're on time, you look great. You'll be a hit, as always.” “Right, right... It's gonna be a hit, yes.” the talk show hostess repeated to herself until she believed in her own words. Her hands were no longer shaking, and her heart only felt squeezed instead of viced. “They both made it, right ?” Lidya flipped her tablet around to show the screen. “He's been parked.” The screen displayed a car parked in the studio hallway, its roof coming up to the vallet's chest. “And she's been dressed.” The screen shifted to a shoe closet, where a pair of blue trainers stood out by being twice the size of every other shoe next to it. “Splendid !” cheered Sandra, finally finding her smile back. “Lidya honey, what would I ever do without you ?” Lidya adjusted her glasses. “You'd look good, ma'am.” “HA ! Girl, you are a little slice of heaven !” said the rowdy woman, swinging her aide closer to smooch her, leaving a lipstick mark and the faintest of red hues on those composed cheeks. “I am ready for this ! Let's go !” Sandra pratically skipped the rest of the way to her host chair. But as she sat in the dim light of the studio, curtains still hiding her from the chatting live audience, some of the nervousness came back. This was going to be her biggest show, quite litteraly so. America was going to be watching, and was she ready to impress it ? “Thirty seconds, and we're live !” called the stage manager, breaking Sandra from her haze. “Sandra, you're ready ?” The hostess looked at her image in the camera, and the reflection of her name in neon lights. She smiled. Sandra Nayroman wasn't just dressed to impress, she was born to impress ! “You know it, baby.” “Then places, people ! We're live in 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2, and-” “Weeeeeeelcome to this night tonight !” greeted the hostess with pizzazz, launching a wave of applause and whistles from the now visible audience. “It's 'You Know What ?', with me, Sandra Nayroman, here to tell you what's what !” She paused to let another round of applause pass by. “It is good to see you tonight, America ! And maybe not just America. Now I don't like to throw myself too many flowers, I've got the staff for that.” She caught a flying bouquet, elicting chortles. “But I've got the feeling tonight's show is going to be seen worldwide ! Because tonight, we have guests like you've never seen before ! We're gonna zoom in, and zoom out on them, getting all the right angles to find all the little details, and get the big picture ! You tired of those puns already ? Then you're in for a looooong night, folks. Our guests today are no stars, they don't fit the usual mold, but you know what ? That's what makes them so exciting ! And trendible.” The screen behind her shifted to Twitter's trending page, displaying her name in golden letters. “Well, consider my ego satiated already. I made it, ma !” The crowd chuckled once more. “But would you believe me that I'm like a blue ribbon at a third-grade science show compared to who's about to sit on that couch tonight ? Don't believe me ? Please say you don't believe me.” The screen now showed a tiny image of her waving, next to a giant shoe that was overshadowing her. “But it's true ! And you know it ! You know them already ! You know what though ? Do you really ? Let me lay down the details.” Lights dimmed, leading the audience's attention onto the big screen. A green logo appeared, and a bit of chatter broke out. “Thinlyn. A pretty average pharmaceutical company all around, making its quota with antidepressers, headache medicine, and inhalers that cost you a lung, so you don't have to buy as many. See ? They care.” nodded Sandra with a heavily sarcastic smile. “But Thinlyn wanted its big break into the market. And since glow-in-the-dark face masks were not gonna turn much of a profit, they went for the angle all of you stay-at-home folks dreamed of ! No no, it's not more time at home – trust me, I tried pre-ordering it – it's to get rid of all those crisps and pizzas that helped shape that dig in your couch. I mean, I wouldn't know anything 'bout that, but...” A photo slid in of Sandra squeezing whipped cream into her mouth while wearing sweatpants and a dirty hoodie, doubling the laughter. Sandra fake-glared at the backstage. “I hope that joke was worth it, Jerry ! But, to make sure their big break would be a success, Thinlyn paid a handsome fee to get their products tried out by a few human guinea pigs. And the results were looking good !” A before-after picture showed a mildly overweight woman losing a fourth of her width and regaining a good heap of energy into her smile. “And then they weren't.” A newspaper front page came in view, displaying the bold title, “THINLYN ON THIN ICE ! THE BIGGEST SMALL BLUNDER OF THE DECADE !”. The encrusted picture showed men in white labcoats trying to block the reporter's camera view, hiding most of it and the picture being blurred. But one thing could still be seen through this attempt at censorship : the form of a man holding onto a t-shirt that covered his whole body, and even touched the ground. “One test subject didn't just lose his weight, he lost his HEIGHT !” The crowd gasped, some to add to the tension, and others genuinely surprised it was real. “Now, I can't say I have never dreamed to have a man so small, I could fit in my purse and travel him around like the cute little thing he is. But oh boy, I think I wished a little too much here. It's crazy, right ?! Just, poof ! One little pill, and you're shackled to the kids' table for Thanksgiving, forever ! I'd be so mad ! But our man here looked at his situation, took a good deep breath, and he did was right. He sued their asses !” Sandra exclaimed, banging her hands on the table. The crowd whistled in approval. “And you know what ? He WON !” Whistling got louder. “Little man got a big settlement, got his life back together, and a house fit for his needs ! He may not be tall, but he sure showed those big suits who's the man. But he didn't show up much outside after that, and it wasn't because of a certain virus. He turned down many interviews, and I cannot blame him, folks. Yes, obviously... he was waiting for my call to come through ! And he said yes !” The crowd was positively electric now, and Sandra could tell they were steamed just right to start the show. She stood up, and waved a hand to the side. “Ladies and gentlemen, my first guest tonight is a man whose only small thing is his size. Please welcome, as an interviewee for the first time, Tom Byte !” Applause rang out as the spotlight was lit, and out stepped a sight that had many-a gasping, for the stories were as true as they got. The man had fair skin, brown eyes, short spiky black hair, a clean shave, and was wearing a dapper navy blue suit. He did not seem intimidated in the least as he waved to the flabbergasted crowd, or when he got close to the hostess, where his diminutive size was put into perspective. Sandra's 1m70 positively towered over Tom's 48 centimetres, barely coming up to her knee. “Welcome to the show, Tom.” she greeted, trying to quell her giddiness. “Thank you for having me, Sandra.” he smiled back, shaking her extended hand, which completely swallowed his. “Hmm, you've got quite the grip there. My two fingers sure felt it.” joked Sandra, accompanied by laughter. “It's my pen hand.” explained Tom, taking it in stride. “And uh, they say the camera makes you look bigger, but no, you're every bit as big as I imagined you.” The laughter doubled down, including Sandra's. “Ha ha ha ! Good to know I can keep my pun repertoire going tonight !” she chortled, slapping on her knee. She soon gestured her guest to the couch, giving excited toothy grins to the audience, who could tell the hostess thought of the diminutive man as nothing short of adorable. And it got better. “Now, what is wrong with this picture ?” Tom asked out loud, as he found himself at the foot of the couch, the cushions coming up to his chin. “The answer is, I don't have my climbing gear.” “Oh ! That's so silly of me !” genuinely apologised the hostess. “Can I get a stool over here ?!” “Oh there's no need for that.” Tom waved off. He raised his arms. “All I need is a lift.” Sandra silently gasped, elation filling her heart. “Is... Is that really okay ?” Tom winked. “You have a good grip.” “Then don't mind if I do !” squealed Sandra. She carefully slotted her hands under his shoulders, and lifted him off the ground with little effort. Her face was lit with raw amazement. “Oh my goodness, you're so light ! I-I expected it, but WOW ! It's like eight year-old me is holding Mrs.Mayzee again. I-I know it's a little cavalier, but may I...?” Tom chuckled. “For you, Sandra ? How could I say no ?” And it was all she needed to wrap the little man into a hug, which he returned by throwing his hands around her thick neck. The crowd went positively wild for the few moments they held it, until Sandra gently set Tom down onto the couch cushion, of which his legs did not even reach the edge. “This will forever be in my Top 10 of best guest welcomes. Like, woo !” sniffled the woman, flicking a stray tear away. “So Tom, do tell us, what was your life before you hit the small time ?” “I was a graphic designer. Am a graphic designer, really.” started Tom, getting himself some cheers. “Turns out a smaller tablet and smaller pen still get the job done just fine, so that was a big silver lining. It's an alright paying job, but times hit a bit hard about four years ago. The company was bleeding money, and the vice-president's scandalous arrest for embezzlement did not help things.” “I bet you wanted to draw him some scalding picture for his jail cell.” tssked Sandra. Tom shook his head. “You have no idea how much I wanted to. With how bad things were going, I was just straight-up not getting paid now and again. When you have your own flat and a girlfriend searching for a job, this is not a situation you want to be in. So, I had to seek other good ways to make some cash. When those ways didn't pan out, I looked up less good ways, and it led me to Thinlyn.” “Can you tell us how it happened ?” inquired Sandra. “You don't have to, of course.” “No no, I'll tell it.” “YUS !” she fist-pumped, making the gallery and Tom laugh. “I mean, proceed please.” “Well, I'd been taking the thing for five days now, and it was time to observe the results. I didn't feel like my handles had melted at all, but it's apparently on this fifth day that the effects start happening. So they had me in a white room – I was 1m73, by the way – with a lady and her clipboard to observe me up-close while a pair of white coats looked at me through the glass. It was kind of unnerving, like I was a rat. But hey, they paid well. So I waited, and I felt it. I could see my fat recede before my very eyes, it was miraculous. In seconds, I had to tighten my belt two knots so my pants wouldn't fall. It looked like a success. Then... the headache happened. My vision got all blurry, the room was spinning, and my senses were all over the place. For a second, I thought I was dying.” The audience gasped. “Yeah, it was that bad. The next moment, all of that was gone, but something was not right. My clothes were on the floor, save for my t-shirt that had turned into a tent. The room's perspective was all wrong, the ceiling was so far away, I had no idea how this could be. Then I turned around, and that little asian lady, once up to my shoulders, was now the biggest woman I had seen in my life. We exchanged horrifed looks, and she let go of her clipboard. When it landed with such a loud noise, it clicked just what had happened to me, and I freaked out ! I was screaming, cursing, hyperventilating. It felt like my life was just, over. If it wasn't for this lady calming me down, I might have had a heart attack on the spot.” “My god...” mouthed Sandra, echoing the silent crowd's thoughts. “And they just, let you go after that ?” “Like I was some little matter to sweep under the rug.” grumbled Tom, with booing backing him up. “They tried to offer me double the salary to keep this all quiet, but they were not going to have it so easy, ooooh no. I was ready to use every available option to sue the pants off of them !” Tom banged his fist in his palm. He sighed. “It took months, with my whole life becoming this strange reality where I was just too small for the world I lived in. All the while, I had a whole media circus going around me. Sure, the paparazzis never got to me, but they knew, and they got stories after stories about it. Like that 'expert' lady who wondered if I could even beat a squirrel now.” “Oh, she's an expert, alright. Her hair looks just like a squirrel's tail.” sassed Sandra, lightening the mood. “Heh heh, quite true. Some good came out of it though, like me keeping my job, the company gaining in notoriety because I worked in it, and my salary allowing me to meet my needs quite a bit more.” Tom's smile became bittersweet. “Especially since I soon only had my needs to worry about.” The crowd and Sandra gaped. “Oh no, she didn't !” “It's fine, I don't blame her, really.” pacified Tom. “She just couldn't bare all the people reaching out to her for comments, and me looking so helpless, and... well, she had needs someone my size just couldn't hope to satisfy. We broke things up pretty cleanly, but it did do a number on me afterwards. It took me right back to that first night I slept in that giant bed, feeling so small and powerless. Only this time, I had no arms to wrap my whole self up and someone to tell me everything was gonna be okay.” A few members of the crowd had begun tearing up. “I moved back with my parents soon after. I got coddled a bit too much for my taste, but I just couldn't live in that oversized flat anymore.” “You poor little thing.” sniffled Sandra. “I just wanna scoop you up, and hug you all over again.” “Things soon got better though.” Tom brightened up. “After three months of proceedings, we won the trial, and I got settled for life. Like, I'd be settled for life even if I was my old size, but now ? I was loaded ! I got myself a penthouse, all custom-sized.” The screen shifted to a picture of a luxurious home, Tom standing in front of it, and an older platinum-haired woman standing next to him, her head coming up to the second floor. “That's my mom.” “Oh she's lovely !” squealed the hostess. “Can she get inside ?” “Yeah, she actually can. I got it modeled to have enough room where regular people can stand.” Tom's words were supported by the next picture, showing his mum standing inside, next to her staircase on which her son was standing. She was kissing his cheek, making the crowd go “Aww~”. “It's a good life for you then. I do love a happy ending.” “I'd say pretty happy, yeah.” nodded Tom. “Though, I do miss going out like I used to. I can't go into shops to buy anything anymore, I have to order everything online. It works, but you know, I kinda miss the aisles of stuff. Or just the smell of a couch store, you know ?” “I have three, so my heart is positively bleeding right now.” answered Sandra with hilarious honesty. “I don't know how I'd live my life knowing I could not go to a couch store ever again !” “I can't even have walks alone anymore, I gotta be accompanied so no-one steps on me, or a kid just snatches me away like I'm a lost dolly. It happened once, true story. I was napping, and my little niece thought I was a funny looking doll. And then she thought she had brought me to life when I woke up.” “Bwahahahaha !” Sandra barked with laughter, echoing with the chortling room. “Tom, your life sounds like a little girl's paradise alright. You rolled with the punches, and look at you now. Small, yet bigger than many men out there.” The crowd applauded, prompting Tom to wave modestly. “But you know what, Tom ?” “What ?” “What if I told you that someone had a problem not unlike yours ?” Sandra's words made buzzing excitement come anew. “Someone who not only had the problem all her life, but is exactly the opposite of yours ?” Tom blinked, then grinned. “Then I'd say it means it's time for the next guest to come.” “This man gets it !” clapped Sandra, eager to please her raveneous audience. “But before that, let's trace it back.” Darkness fell in the room again. A little countryside town was on the screen. “Granville, Ohio. This quaint little town was known for its university, its beautiful tree-lined streets, and its historic inns. But ever since the very late 90's, it became known as the home of a very special girl, who made this little town feel that much smaller.” The audience cooed as the screen was now showing an infant. “This little girl was born a little bigger than anticipated. And if there's one thing we're not known for, it's being big.” Laughter echoed as an obese redneck on a scooter appeared on-screen. “Then, by year one, she was more than a little big.” The picture was of two adorable toddlers, with the left one looking a full head taller in comparison. “Eat your heart out, Shaq. But you know, it was whatever. She was just a little tall- Oooooh my god~” faux-gasped Sandra. The screen now showed a smiling four year-old girl in her overalls, standing next to her parents. Shoulder-to-shoulder, actually, as she was every bit as tall as them. Gasps rang out. “Okay, Shaq ? You better eat the whole thing. At the turn of the millenia, this made the news for weeks. A kindergartner as tall as her parents ! It had to be a fake. But no, the tourists and skeptics could attest, this little Girliath was very real ! How could this be ?! The biggest scientists in the world all made their theories, but nothing seemed to stick. Was it radiation ? A pituary gland doing overtime ? Too much milk drank by the mom ? No-one could answer, as they watched this girl grow up.” Switch to a second-grade class photo, where the red-headed girl was even more in evidence as she stood taller than her teacher. “And grow up.” A teen then appeared, looking all awkward and bashful sitting in her little desk chair, her legs stretching to poke beyond the table in front of her. “And GROW up !” Finally, a college basketball team was shown, with the usually tall women looking like children compared to the sheer amazon standing behind them, her elbow resting on the hoop. “No doctoring here, folks. But you know what ? I expect some of you to not believe me until she walks in. So let her walk in !” The crowd applauded preemptively, as did Tom, his curiosity probably the highest in the room. Sandra was back up, and her hands were in the air with excitement. “Ladies and gentlemen, our next guest's only thing bigger than her is that dang heart she's got in there. Please welcome, with warm applause, Matilda Maxin !” The spotlight followed the entrance of the next guest, and as soon as she put a foot on stage, the crowd went wild with gasps. The woman was beautiful, her fair and freckled skin complimenting her deep blue eyes and her long silky red hair coming down to her hips. She was wearing a loooooong purple dress, and some looooong golden heels. Long indeed, for they were clothing a positively towering woman, standing above all with a demure smile. Sandra's fair 1m70 looked puny to her 3m38, putting the hostess' scalp up to her hips. “There she iiiiis !” squealed Sandra, offering a hand. “It is such a pleasure to have you on this show !” “The pleasure is all mine.” shyly replied Matilda, crouching down to engulf the smaller woman's hand in her own. “It's magical to be here, I've always loved your show.” “She loves my show ! She loves myyyyy show !” shrieked Sandra with hype, getting the crowd to cheer along with her. “Baby, you gotta hug me !” “O-Oh ! C-Can I really ?” gasped Matilda, excitement breaking onto her face. “I didn't open my arms to flap'n'fly out of there, missy ! Ha ha !” “Yes... okay !” Matilda fully kneeled down, and the embrace was in action, to the delight of all. “I-I can't believe I'm meeting you. Thank you so much !” “And thank you for not going for the obvious 'I'm your biggest fan', because that one's even beneath me.” sassed Sandra. Matilda laughed out loud, sounding particularly clear to Tom's ears, who felt himself looking at the gigantic woman more intensely than he anticipated. “They weren't kidding.” he murmured, looking at her raise up like a living building. “The pictures hinted at it, but I had to see it for myself to see how... lovely she is.” “Now, how's about a seat ? Your feet must be killing you, 'cause I can tell you were a little awkward in those heels.” analysed Sandra with a nod. “I don't wear them often, for very obvious reasons.” giggled Matilda, all too glad to perch herself in position to finally seat down. “Ah, finally~” Tom's daydream of the red-haired beauty faded away as he witnessed her backside coming down, like a meteor of fabric ready to squash him into the couch. This was the point where things were moving just a bit too fast for the tiny man, and he found himself unable to speak. But fortunately, Sandra always had her voice on. “WAAAAAAIT !” screamed the mocha-skinned woman. “H-Huh ?” blinked Matilda. “I'm sorry, am I doing something wrong ? Isn't this my seat ?” “Oh it is, honey, it is. But not everything on it is your seat. And I better not hear those comments you all got in your heads right now !” whisked Sandra to the spectators, who laughed and wolf-whistled. “Not everything ?” parroted the confused amazon, and turned her head to look. Her face turned crimson red as she took immediate notice of the tiny man that she had almost sat on. “OH MY GOD ! Oh my god, oh my GOD ! I-I-I am s-so sorry ! This is, I-I didn't see you there- NO ! That's not what I meant ! Well it is, but not how I meant it ! I-I'm just a big oaf that doesn't-” “Woah woah woah, it's alright.” spoke Tom to defuse the situation, and the downward spiral Matilda was diving herself into. “It's not the first time I've got sat on, and it's probably not gonna be the last.” “B-But I should know better ! I'm used to this !” groaned Matilda in complete embarrasment. He raised an amused eyebrow. “Used to men my size ?” “No, not exactly...” “Then no harm done. I'll just scooch myself to the side, and the show can go on.” “Ah, that won't exactly do.” admitted Matilda, fiddling her hands sheepishly. “I tend to move in my seat, and I wouldn't want to, well, you know. But I think I've got an idea. If you're okay with it.” she smiled, putting her large hands down like a platform. Tom understood his cue, and felt his heartbeat quicken. “Oh, um, sure. I'm no stranger to being held.” But even as he assured it and stepped on confidently, he was still dazzled by how wide those hands were. He had never felt more like a doll than at this exact moment. “Perfect.” nodded Matilda, lifting the tiny man with hidden marvel in her eyes. 'He's so light, so small, so handsome- Ah, what are you thinking now, Matilda ?!'. She shook her head, and turned herself around to sit down. The couch creaked and visibly slouched down under the weight of the amazon, but held on strong. Once she was comfortably set, she brought her passenger down on her lap, which was as long as he was. “Are you comfortable ?” she asked with a faint blush. “Uh, can't complain.” replied the tiny man with an audible crack of nervousness in his voice. The duo of sheer size difference held their looks to one another for a bit too long, as they started hearing chuckles and whistles coming from the audience, making them blush harder. “I, love, this show.” Sandra articulated, and the crowd cheered along. “So Matilda, how does it feel to be you ?” “Honestly ? A bit bloated.” giggled Matilda, making laughs ring out. “I've been tall since I can remember, nothing 'normal' ever fits me. By the time I was in elementary, we had to start having clothes makeshifted for me, because even adult clothes were too tight. And don't get me started on the shoes.” “Girl, I ain't breaking that taboo.” stated Sandra. “I eat like an entire squadron.” continued Matilda. “Like, it's not which menu I'm gonna choose that's the question, it's which ones I'm not.” The crowd laughed once more. “I have three childhood beds that eventually collapsed under me. I grow my bangs to hide the red marks of the constant doorframe banging on my forehead ! I was the one giving my dad piggyback rides ! At prom, my dress was curtains stitched together ! I haven't rode shotgun in my life, I have to seat on the backseats ! All of them !” She ended her tale with wild gestures, almost knocking Tom off his perch, who was chortling right alongside everyone else. Then, Matilda composed herself, and her voice was soft again. “Because as you may have noticed, I am very tall.” “Noooooo, really ? I was thinking you just looked tall because you're on TV.” grinned Sandra. “The camera adds height, you know ?” “Hee hee hee ! I knew I felt a little taller than usual !” chirped Matilda. “But in all seriousness, it's a life of pros and cons, and I feel the cons a little more often than I'd like. I often hear from everyone how lucky I am to be so tall, and believe me, I know there are good sides ! But truly, it is I who envy everyone else for being so small. If I could give some of my size away, I most certainly would.” Sandra pursed her lips. “I did always want long legs.” “It's just, I know the good things that come with it. Few things are out of my reach, I'm as strong as they come, I can run at speeds that would make athletes blush... Heck, you know how I was in that college basketball team ? From that picture you showed, yes. Well, I only played one year, to make my friends happy. And I crushed it ! We were bulldozing the other teams ! So much so, that I got banned from playing the next year, because no other team wanted to compete against me.” “Three-point shots must have been a cinch for you.” chuckled Tom. “Like you wouldn't believe it. So yes, it's not bad at all being me. But it's never just easy.” sighed Matilda, unconsciously bringing Tom closer to her midriff. “I didn't get to enjoy any kid ride, because I outgrew them by the time I knew how to read. I always wanted to have a turn on that little choo-choo train that came with the town's celebration once a year. I got told that if I kept growing, I'd be able to ride a real one just like it's a ride. It didn't make little me feel any better. And big me is even worse off, because there are places I just can't go to, or I might go through the ceiling.” “Ain't the neighbours happy you come and say hi ?” tssked Sandra. “Try with a pot of curry, they'll be begging you to add a hole on their floor.” Matilda shook her head. “No, that would not work like that.” “Your curry's not THAT bad, is it ?” added Sandra, provoking general hilarity. “Hee hee hee, no, that's not it. It's because I don't really have neighbours upstairs. I don't live in a flat, and I never could.” the tall lass started to count, helped by the screen behind her, picturing her details. “I've always hated closed spaces, bumping into everything all the time, breaking poor innocent vases, even getting a mild concussion once. Then in eigth grade, I locked myself in a closet by accident. It was so tight, so stuffy, I-I didn't know what to do. N-No matter how much I yelled, how loud I s-screamed, n-no-one came. I-I thought the walls were going to crush me...” “I know the feeling...” wheezed Tom, starting to turn blue from the added pressure those giant arms were adding on his sternum. “Ah ! Sorry !” she hastily apologised, releasing her grip and fanning the little man back to his natural colour. “I-It was really traumatic. I ended up having to kick the door off its hinges, and ever since, I've been claustrophobic. You can't put me in a car without leaving a window open, or I'll tear the roof off one way or another. So, with how easy it is for me to feel claustrophobic, especially as I was still growing up, my parents shipped me to my uncle and aunt, who live on a farm just outside of town. It was perfect for me.” “A girl with her own grange, ladies and gents ! Did I mention she's single ?” winked Sandra to the camera. “It is pretty comfy.” blushed Matilda. “You wouldn't think straw is a good place to sleep, but it grows on you. And gets everywhere.” Scratching her mane, a couple of straws fell on the couch. “The open spaces are wonderful. It's the place that makes me feel almost normal, where I can lay myself down, have all the terrain to stretch and roll around.” The picture showing just that melted the audience's hearts. “It's also thanks to this lifestyle that I became so close to animals.” Diverse pictures showed her with chickens sitting in her hair, hugging a pig, and sitting next to a full-grown horse, making it look like a pony. “There was always a furry friend for me to take care of, I became so attached to them. And I could help them in ways only I could. Like when Maud got her leg bitten by a snake.” On the screen appeared a small video of Matilda, about nineteen, struggling to carry an entire cow in her arms, wowing the public, as well as the guests on the show floor. Tom felt a sense of wonder seeing this tower of strength in action, yet so graceful. Well, as graceful as one could get transporting a cow.Sandra meanwhile, seemed deep in thought. As soon as the video ended, with Maud being treated, the host made herself heard. “This could be my most important question tonight for you, Matilda.” “Um, yes ?” said Matilda, getting a bit nervous. “Maud...” began Sandra, weighing her words. “If you took Maud, and you were to... shake her, would-” Matilda audibly snorted, and almost fell backwards. “Ha ha ha ha ha ! No, Mrs.Nayroman, neither milkshake nor cheese would come out !” “DAMN IT ! I owe my assistant twenty bucks !” yelled Sandra, somewhat heard amongst the burst of laughter shaking the studio. “Well, I gotta take the doc's advice at face value. After all, you are a certified veterinarian.” “That I am.” nodded Matilda, earning herself some applause. “The fact that I managed an operation on a mouse was all they needed to give me my diploma. I might not look like it, but I'm very good at tasks on the small scale.” Her thumb unconsciously rubbed Tom's head, getting her some chuckles. “I take care of animals big and small, though I've been called around for some very special cases now and again.” The next photo displayed a grizzli bear, with a bandage on his paw, hugging her. “Aww, Lulu. She was such a sweetheart.” “You both are ! Awww, my heart is just melting !” squealed the hostess with the goofiest of smiles. Matilda beamed. “It's a wonderful job, I would not trade it for anything. I just wished it paid better...” Her glimmer became sheepish. “With all the food, special furniture and custom clothing I require to just get around, a vet's salary just ain't enough sometimes. Thankfully, I'm on the welfare program, since it's a birth condition. But I just wish I could get about on my own ! I'm a big girl now ! So big ! You'd think it'd be so easy, but it's not !” “Honey, a big girl like you, and a small man like Mr.Byte there, deserve just the best in the world.” declared Sandra, lifted by the audience's cheers. “You're too kind.” chuckled Tom. “Thank you so much.” lightly bowed Matilda. “Now, before we go to commercial, I'd like to make a few requests, if that's not too much to ask.” piped Sandra. “Matilda, sweetheart ? You mind giving me a lift ? That light up there has been flickering at me through the whole show, and frankly, I do not appreciate its sass.” “Oh, of course !” chirped Matilda. “Mr.Byte, would you mind...” “Not at all.” answered the small man, sliding off the amazon's legs with ease and onto the ground. Matilda followed suit, raising herself from the couch, which creaked in relief. Sandra hopped next to her, lightbulb in hand, and eagerly raised her arms. “I'll be as careful as can be.” promised the red giant. “Alley-oop !” “Oh ho ho, my goodness !” happily squeaked Sandra, as she felt herself being lifted by her guest, who was having little trouble doing so. “Oh you make me feel lighter than air ! This is the best anti-anorexic cure, folks ! This is amaziiiiiing, ah ha ha !” Up and up she went, past Matilda's scalp, and high enough to put the lightbulb back in its place, before being delicately brought back on the ground. “You know what, Matilda ? You made me soar tonight. And it's not a lame pick-up line, just facts. Thank you for making a dream come true.” “Aww, it was my pleasure.” said Matilda mirthfully, leaning forward to shake her hand. “Right well, since you two are both up, and I fear I've ignored Tom for far too long, could you two come closer and stand side-by-side ? So the audience really gets an idea of what's to know.” The guest duo looked at eachother, and obliged. Amazement spreaded around the seats at the sight of Tom being face-to-ankle with Matilda. “Here you have it, ladies and gents ! The biggest size gap in the world ! Only here, on 'You Know What' ! They're just adorable, don't you think ? I do, I know they are. And if you know too, then don't you dare change the channel, because we'll be back with more questions, more details, and maybe some on-set challenges for our guests ! See you after the break, bye-bye now !” ... Much later, after the show's end... “Woo, it's a wrap !” celebrated the sassy hostess with her crew. “I feel on top of this darn world ! And also feel like I want to die in my beanbag chair. That's what I call a success ! Lidya, what were our numbers ?” “See for yourself, ma'am.” obliged Lidya, showing her tablet. “Oh, 700k watchers. That's... an honest score.” mouthed Sandra, being very bad at hiding her disappointment. Lidya raised an eyebrow, before realising her mistake. “Oops, my finger's in the way.” She rectified said mistake, and her boss' face instantly glowed up. “Seventy million watchers ?! Aaaaaaah !” she shrieked with delight. “That is the biggest audience score this channel's slot ever got ! We did it ! We made a hit to be remembered ! And you were all part of it ! Especially you, Lidee ! Oh ho ho, come here !” Lidya let the hug run its course for a good minute, enjoying it probably more than she should. Then, she cleared her throat. “Um, ma'am ? There's a matter you need to attend to.” “Hm ? Oh right right, the bet, silly me.” laughed Sandra, tapping her forehead before taking out her bedazzled wallet, and a crispy twenty-dollar bill. “Here you go, you earned it. I was really confident about that milkshake, you know.” “Thank you, ma'am.” nodded Lidya, collecting her ransom. “But I was actually referring to Mr.Byte at your feet.” “OH !” exclaimed Sandra, doing an about-face to find the shrunk fellow smiling at her. “I-I didn't... I mean-” “Didn't see me, I know, very used to it by now.” chuckled Tom. “I just came by to thank you for getting me on this show. It just feels so good to have what happened to me in the open, rather than hide like a mole. You made that all possible.” “Oh well,” began Sandra, all bashful, “I just couldn't pass someone like you. I should be thanking you for taking my invitation.” She crouched down, and shook his tiny hand. “It was my pleasure to have you.” “And mine.” rose Matilda's voice, avoiding a low beam as she approached. “It was so refreshing to have an interview where I didn't feel freaky or oggled at. And thank you for the apple pies, I didn't know I could eat that many either, hee hee.” “The cooks thank you, for appreciating them, honey.” said Sandra, raising on her tip toes to shake the large hand extended at her. “Are you going home already ?” “Actually, I was thinking I'd have a look around first. It's not every day I get to come to such a busy town.” chirped the amazon. “Really now ? I was about to do the same.” cut in Tom, looking thoughtful. “I was gonna take my car, but since there's a greener solution... If you're up for it, of course, I wouldn't want to intrude.” Matilda caught on, and blushed a little. “O-Oh ! Not at all ! I'd be honoured to !” The giantess quickly collected the man, perching him on her broad shoulder, and took off, but not before giving her hostess a final wave. “Thank you again, Mrs.Nayroman ! I'll be sure to tune in even more in the future !” “My door's open for another interview, any time.” nodded Tom. “Take care.” “You two take care too ! You were extraordinary, and everybody knows it !” waved the woman enthusiastically, up until they finally passed the iron doors. Then, her features became more sneaky. “Lidya honey, I think we saw something wonderful start here tonight.” “Would you like me to dispatch a camera to follow them ?” rigidly asked Lidya. “Oh heavens, no ! This sort of things needs no nosey-nancy to put her big fat nose where she shouldn't, even one as beautiful as mine.” responded the indignant hostess. “That being said~, if news of the biggest couple of the year start appearing, I want absolute exclusivity, and every crunchy detail. I have found my ship, Lidya, and it's going to sail far ! Very far !” Meanwhile on the outside, Matilda walked the pavement with a certain, yet appreciating strut, taking in the lights glimmering on this warm Summer night, and taking little notice of the stares she was garnerning. They all looked the same after a life of them. The only one she seemed to care about was the one of the man close to her ear, hanging on locks of her fluffy hair like a seatbelt. It was adorable, and it distracted her a smidge from the wonderful light show. “It's so beautiful.” breathed Matilda. “It's pretty grand alright.” nodded Tom, then frowned. “I think Sandra plagued me with those puns.” Matilda giggled. “She's infectious like that. But wow, the big city really is big. Even for someone like me, it's enough to make my head spin.” “Heh, well imagine from my perspective.” said Tom, waving at a couple of kids gawking at the 'doll man that talks'. “Everything always looks supersized to me.” “At least you got the taste of normality. Everything has always been undersized. Everything... and everyone.” she whispered, as she gave a smile to a phone photographing her. “I feel like I live in a world of children, and I'm the only grown-up.” “And I live in a world occupied by giants, always stomping about with their big hooves.” counted Tom in an exagerated voice, provoking amused laughs from the both of them. The trek led them to a park, where the crowd was all but gone, and where they could appreciate the sounds of the city, but more than that, eachother's company. “Are my hooves massive then ?” asked Matilda, shyly. “I mean, they're big, but I don't really see that much a difference.” shrugged Tom. The freckled amazon gasped, hopeful. “R-Really ?!” “Yeah, everyone towers above me, you're just the one who towers the highest.” simply explained the spiky-haired imp, unconsciously stroking her long hair. “Oh, well... same to you.” returned Matilda with a smile. “I loom above everybody all the time, so you're not that different to me.” Tom blinked, surprised at the warmth in his chest. “Wow... that... feels really nice to hear.” he looked into those big deep blue eyes, and found something simply wonderful to look at. “Heh, when we're such oddballs, I guess we feel the most normal together, huh ?” “Hmm, yes. Us oddballs have to stick together !” beamed Matilda. She looked into those small chocolate eyes, and found something just adorable. “I... never had a man look at me without shock or uneasiness. It's nice.” “And I can count the number of women that didn't treat me like a plushie at first sight on one hand. It doesn't make dates easy.” “Oh, you date ?” “Surprising, I know.” “Oh n-no, I didn't mean-” “Ha ha, no really, it would be surprising, with how much a recluse I am. But I have, and every time, it was either a gold digger, or my size would just put them off. Or put them on waaaay too much.” “I-I see. I haven't in a good while, I just got tired of men looking at me like I'm a monster, or someone to be worshipped.” “Pffft, worshipped ?” “It happened more than once, if you can believe it, hee hee.” “HA ! And we're the weirdos !” Tom slapped his knee, hanging tight as Matilda's shoulders shook from mirth, caused by that melodious laughter. Beyond the grandeur, Tom was seeing something he hadn't seen since Kathy walked it into his life. And despite how that ended up, he felt like taking a chance tonight. “Matilda ?” “Yes, Tom ?” smiled the lass. “Would you like to come have a coffee, one of these days ? Or a drink ? A walk in the park ?” Matilda felt her breath hitch, and her whole being warm up. “T-Tom, a-are you proposing a d-date ?” “Just a little one.” teased the lad, getting another wonderful giggle. “I don't know where we'll go, or what we'll do, but I want to see you again. No cameras this time. That is, if you're okay with it.” Matilda felt herself tear up a bit, feeling happier than she had been in years. “I-I'm more than okay with it. Yes, I'll do it ! I do want to see you again.” Carried by her excitement, she took Tom off her shoulder to have him sit inside her palms, and have his nose touch hers. “You may think you're small, Tom, but I have seen few men with a personality as broad as yours.” “And with all the giantesses I see every day, I've never seen one more adorable.” replied Tom, completely enamoured. So much so, he kissed the tip of his nose. His big girlfriend's nose. “Oh, Tom.” happily sobbed Matilda, fully kissing the tiny man's face. No, not just a tiny man. Her tiny boyfriend. Things went fast after that, and the news went even faster, especially with one exhilirated hostess at the helm. Even royal couples were put on the sidelines, compared to the biggest size-gapped romance of all time ! The dates went by so fast, letting Tom feel on top of the world, and Matilda feel ever so cared for. Eventually, the bells toiled, rings were exchanged, and a house like none other was built, accomodating a lad no more than half a meter tall, and a lass towering over the three-metre bar, so they could see eachother every morning. The camera adds weight, they say. Height, in some cases. But in their case, the camera added eachother to their lives. And that was worth a million rewatches. The End !... that you should totally read because it's awesome.

If you need a summary, it's about a talk show where one day they bring the shortest and tallest persons of the planet to interview them. The former is the little guy in blue, named Tom Byte, who shrank to a mere 48 centimeters when he volunteered to be used as a guinea pig for a weight-reducing drug. The redheaded amazon is Matilda Maxin, is the tallest person alive with her 3.38m in height. The hostess is named Sandra Nayroman, and is 1.70m.

The three scenes I chose to draw are, in order, Sandra welcoming Tom into the show, Tom and Matilda measuring against each other, and Sandra interviewing them, with Matilda taking the whole couch, leaving Tom no choice but to sit on her lap (not that he minds).