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“Hi Paul”

The guard looked up from his phone and nodded as Jolene placed her right hand against the handprint lock and turned the master key with her left. Inside she went to the door labeled 2 and typed its security code.

The windowless room had plain blue walls and the generic kind of carpet you find in offices with cubicles. A cheap desk near the door and table away from the walls broke the little room’s openness. The desk was something you’d find anywhere. The table wasn’t. On it was the two story holding facility and underneath was the power supply, plumbing and miniature HVAC unit. A few cables carried a network connection for the cameras and a variety of sensors. It may be a unique installation.

 He wasn’t where they had agreed to meet. She pulled out her phone. Only six past four. Somehow she thought it was later. He’d be out soon enough. She quietly pulled a chair from under the desk and turned it so she could sit and watch the entrance and reached into her purse for a breath mint.

___________

Taylor seemed a lot happier now that he could spend six hours a day in the library. He even laughed at a joke just before he was locked back in at four. He seemed like a nice enough guy - someone in the wrong place at the wrong time. Just like him.. born into the wrong family.

Thomas walked back to his station and to check the unit’s status before leaving. He punched in the seven digit code at the main door and stepped out. Ah - she was already here. She responded to his wave with one of her own and a broad smile as she rose to her feet.

She had dressed for the evening. It was the first time he had seen her out of her business suit. A few steps towards him and her frame blocked the rest of the room from his view. Two more and she bent down placing the back side of her left hand flat against the table. He climbed up and onto the waiting palm reached out to one of her slightly cupped fingers as he found places in her flesh to place his feet. As he did this she slowly brought him up to chest level Both of them were silent until door number two locked behind time. He felt himself rise with her face filling his view.

Her makeup was different and her perfume was more floral with a hint of peppermint in the air. Beautiful, but a bit too close for comfort. He would need more time with her.

“Nice dress”

“Finally we get real date!”

 She sounded enthusiastic and there was a bit of a smile on her face. They had been on a few dates, but none beyond spending a couple of hours talking about unromantic things in an unromantic setting. He had been immediately attracted to her, but he couldn’t sort out if it was just wanting to be out with a pretty woman or if there was something physical. He had a couple of those before, but never had the chance to do anything. The three women he’d slept with were all his size. There was a risk with a normal. Not all of them were safe, but there was something about this one that made him trust her.

At twelve or thirteen he first read about mixed sized attraction and sex along with a myriad of other practices. It seemed wrong and sick - not to mention dangerous. Still, it stuck with him. Like many things that trouble you initially, the shock and disgust slowly morphed into curiosity. Living with his half-sister only fueled his curiosity, but he stayed away from doing anything for a few years. Then last year he thought about joining one of the online services. It was considered immoral by most religions and was illegal in over half the states now. Society seemed to be going more conservative and turning against it with some legal protections falling.

He moved to New York to be in a liberal environment where he’d be safe. His goal was to pursue acting. Most of his savings went into a few acting classes. He registered with four agencies hoping to land minor roles in anything, but his demo reel wasn’t that convincing. So he took this job. It paid well, wasn't too demanding, and it might give him enough so he could chase his acting dream more efficiently.

He met her at improv class three months ago. Kathy was a normal sized aspiring actress. They hit it off with instantly. A few months shy of nineteen she was trying to get some training and a little experience before going to college next term. They were paired off and worked together for the four evenings. Maybe it was the nature of improv, but they were totally natural and comfortable around each other. So much so that the instructor held them up as an example for the rest of the class. He’d meant to ask if she’d been around DSers, but never got around to it. On the last day she told him to text her and maybe they could go out, but he managed to lose his old phone the day after the last class. He didn't even know her last name. He’d been fantasying about her ever since and the idea of mixed size relations was now front and center. Even today ..

__________

“Do you have a travel seat that’ll go into my purse?”

The peppermint odor was on her breath. He nodded. “My room’s over in the break room” he said pointing to the only open door on the hall.

The only thing that looked out of place was a small white box about a foot and a half on a side and on a table next to a coffee maker.

“That it?”

“set me down and I’ll change.”

He stepped down onto the table top and turned around. He’d have to be on his back to see her face from here. Instead he looked up to about her waist.

“Next to my place is that black seat. See if it fits.”

She watched the little uniformed man go inside as she bent forward to pick up the his seat.

The last two times they’d used the cheap one she had for her other purse and he grumbled about it being a ‘plastic toy ‘both times. This one had a nice solid feel to it. There was some kind of clear mesh shell covering it. Probably for keeping hair brushes and phones out of the way. She opened her purse to see if it’d slip in.

She wondered what riding in a purse must be like.. the darkness and the swinging There’s no way you could get her to do it. Fernando and his wife seemed happy. It was cheaper, but she was too used to the world at this size. At the same time she was so curious about their point of view. She loved novelty and having Thomas describe what things were like was exciting. She even thought about having a tiny lover at times. It would be a voyage of discovery. Maybe not the one she wanted, but it'd be completely new.

The little door swung open

____________

He turned around modeling for her.

“Whadaya think””

He was in a suit.. everything but the jacket,. She responded with a wolf whistle.

“So where are we going?”

He had only given her an address and suggested she should dress up a bit. Probably dinner.

“I’ve got tickets to a new play.”

She knew how expensive the theater was. “That’s too much.”

“Don’t worry.. I won them at my acting class.” He neglected to mention so did everyone else.. “The envelopes next to my place.”

She tore it open and took them out.. sure enough.

“Yeah.. It’s at eight. Maybe we can walk around in the East Village and go back to my place afterwards.” she paused “if that’s ok.. otherwise you can call an Uber.”

He noticed she was blushing slightly and felt a tingle of excitement race through.

“If you can put up with me after all of that…” he said. “Wanna go now? There are some mixed size friendly places in the area.”

“Yeah.. we can get in the area with one connection from here, but there’ll be some walking. We can take an Uber if that’s too much.”

“Your feet are fine by me.”

__________

Amazingly the trains were on time, but the noise and darkness in her purse had to be awful. Coming out of the station at 8th Street she went directly to a Starbucks women’s room. Closing the stall door she carefully took his seat from her purse.

“Hey” she whispered “Everything ok? just wanted to see how you are.”

“It’s not exactly first class”

“Just a couple of blocks the sidewalks’ll be emptier .. wanna come out and ride outside?”

She’d seen pictures of DSers riding in the open.

“Umm.. sure - I mean if you’re ok with it.”

“I’m up for anything.” she started to put the seat with him in it back in

“just a few minutes.”

Sure enough the sidewalks cleared up as she went East. She stood next to a shop window to see her reflection in the glass and fished his seat out.

“Hey there again!”

She watched as he unlatched the cover and took off his seat belt.. The buckles were so tiny - she’d never be able to operate them without some major destruction. Soon he climbed onto her waiting palm and slipped the seat back into her purse.

“This better?” she said lifting him closer to her face.

Long lasting peppermint “Way better.”

“How does this work.. you hold onto my hand or can you hold onto my collar and sit on my shoulder?”

His footing was suddenly gone and he found himself partially airborne, scrambling to grab a one of her fingers. As luck would have it her fingers were coming his way and he just managed to throw his arms about her ring finger.

“Sorry” said the teenager’s voice. “You okay?”

Jolene was too shocked to say anything as the boy walked away focused on his phone and oblivious to the world.

His heart was pounding, but now he was safely back on her palm surrounded by cupped fingers. She'd realized what happened and her heart was pounding too.

“I don’t think..”

“I’ve got another idea”

She looked left and right and stuffed some tissues down her dress between her breasts before adjusting her bra.

“There.. they shouldn’t bump into you now. You can ride in there if you want”

“Ummm”

“Good!” she took that for a yes and, looking right and left, brought her palm close to her décolletage. Her right thumb and index finger closed on his hips before he could say anything and she slid him in.

“How’s that?”

He was facing her chest standing on her wadded tissues between her boobs. Each was much more massive than he was. They were close, but not touching. With some effort he turned around and reached out and laying his left arm against the left one for stability.

“Mmm.. that feels good” she said.

He felt the same, but didn’t tell her .. not yet.

“Think anyone’ll mind?” she asked.

“Not in this part of town.”

“Okay..”

Her boobs - that's what she called 'em - bounced mostly in time to her gait, but slightly out of phase with each other. One would go up a little more than the other and they would swing in and out not quite in synchrony. At times they came close, but not enough to squeeze him - her bra and the wadded tissue were doing yoman's service. He turned to his left and, back against her right boob, pushed as hard as he could against her left with both hands. Other than having his arms shoved back when it swung in, he couldn’t do anything. Did she even feel it? Giving up he stretched his left arm onto her left boob and looked back up towards her. From this angle he could see part of her chin, but no more. The best view was going to be straight ahead while he adjusted to the bounce of her stride.

“Whoa!”

She came to a sudden stop with her breasts following suit a bit later.

“Sorry - I didn’t mean that for you. Sort of takes your breath away. It’s just a long way down.”

She looked down at him and started walking trying to visualize what it must look like. She'd be nervous too.

"The tissue holding the girls apart for you?" she felt him pushing awhile back, but didn't say anything.

"So far"

A few people noticed, but mostly this was New York. The five blocks went by quickly.

Standing in front front of the theater she looked at her phone.

“Still an hour and a half. We can get something to eat and sit in the park.”

“I’m hungry too”

“Middle eastern ok?"

“Sure.”

“When I get to the door just skooch in.”

He had to go on his knees, but there was enough room. The heat was - well - body temperature and she was slightly sweaty, but as long as she didn’t run he’d be okay.

While they waited he finally remembered why her floral perfume seemed so familiar. Griet liked floral perfumes. She also used to hide him in her shirts and he remembered her sometimes sweaty body. She was skinny with firm little bullet breasts and nipples that would hold his weight. Long before the two of them turned fifteen they were interested in exploring the other sex. Fueled by hormones, their interest grew into teenage obsessions. She was the one who started dropping hints. She'd appear topless in front of him or make suggestive comments. Since they lived together and weren’t biologically related they decided it might be okay. Holland isn’t as bad as the US, but the fact there was that non-biological relation made them - at least him - feel guilty and more than a bit dirty Not that it stopped either of them. Curiosity and the overactive imagination of a girl more than fourteen times his height was a force to be reckoned with. Most of her explorations were almost what you would expect. But sometimes she scared him. He wouldn't admit it of course - then she'd be winning. And to be perfectly honest he started a few explorations by himself. Now those memories and feelings were flooding back. He’d never tell anyone. Thank God she never took pictures. At least he hoped she didn’t.

__________

The theater had a section for DS playgoers that had to be the best seats in the house. Twenty seats mounted at about the actors chest height just in front of center stage. Mostly couples and mostly older, but a few his age and a couple of single people including a really cute brunette. She winked at him a few times, but he already had a date.

He was more interested in film, but the stage was the challenge and he had so much to learn. Soon he was lost in the play forgetting his suit had a floral scent and was slightly damp with someone else's sweat. The actors were so much better than he was. Maybe some day He’d have to check out the DS theater district There were two mainstream plays this season.

Finally the curtain went up and the DSers waited to be taken to the taxi pickup. All except for him..

“Wow! I loved it! We’ve gotta do it again” she enthused as she placed her palm down for him. “.. but next time let’s sit together” ”A few people, including the cute girl, gave them judging looks.

She held him closer to her face.

“I’m gonna take the L, but you'd have to ride in my purse. That ok? I could take an Uber… but..”

He knew they were having a cashflow problem until this job completed.

“The train ’ll be fine…”

__________

“We’re here” She said as she closed the door and put away her keys. She had been reminding herself to go slowly and not scare him off. This was so new and she had no idea how to proceed if things got more serious. Even simple things like kissing or hugging. Maybe if she tried to imagine what she must look like she could be more empathetic. Maybe it is stupid to date someone who works for you.. even if they see this as a temporary position. She reached in for his seat and set it on a table.

“I’m a little nervous Thomas…”

__________

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Description
“Hi Paul”

The guard looked up from his phone and nodded as Jolene placed her right hand against the handprint lock and turned the master key with her left. Inside she went to the door labeled 2 and typed its security code.

The windowless room had plain blue walls and the generic kind of carpet you find in offices with cubicles. A cheap desk near the door and table away from the walls broke the little room’s openness. The desk was something you’d find anywhere. The table wasn’t. On it was the two story holding facility and underneath was the power supply, plumbing and miniature HVAC unit. A few cables carried a network connection for the cameras and a variety of sensors. It may be a unique installation.

 He wasn’t where they had agreed to meet. She pulled out her phone. Only six past four. Somehow she thought it was later. He’d be out soon enough. She quietly pulled a chair from under the desk and turned it so she could sit and watch the entrance and reached into her purse for a breath mint.

___________

Taylor seemed a lot happier now that he could spend six hours a day in the library. He even laughed at a joke just before he was locked back in at four. He seemed like a nice enough guy - someone in the wrong place at the wrong time. Just like him.. born into the wrong family.

Thomas walked back to his station and to check the unit’s status before leaving. He punched in the seven digit code at the main door and stepped out. Ah - she was already here. She responded to his wave with one of her own and a broad smile as she rose to her feet.

She had dressed for the evening. It was the first time he had seen her out of her business suit. A few steps towards him and her frame blocked the rest of the room from his view. Two more and she bent down placing the back side of her left hand flat against the table. He climbed up and onto the waiting palm reached out to one of her slightly cupped fingers as he found places in her flesh to place his feet. As he did this she slowly brought him up to chest level Both of them were silent until door number two locked behind time. He felt himself rise with her face filling his view.

Her makeup was different and her perfume was more floral with a hint of peppermint in the air. Beautiful, but a bit too close for comfort. He would need more time with her.

“Nice dress”

“Finally we get real date!”

 She sounded enthusiastic and there was a bit of a smile on her face. They had been on a few dates, but none beyond spending a couple of hours talking about unromantic things in an unromantic setting. He had been immediately attracted to her, but he couldn’t sort out if it was just wanting to be out with a pretty woman or if there was something physical. He had a couple of those before, but never had the chance to do anything. The three women he’d slept with were all his size. There was a risk with a normal. Not all of them were safe, but there was something about this one that made him trust her.

At twelve or thirteen he first read about mixed sized attraction and sex along with a myriad of other practices. It seemed wrong and sick - not to mention dangerous. Still, it stuck with him. Like many things that trouble you initially, the shock and disgust slowly morphed into curiosity. Living with his half-sister only fueled his curiosity, but he stayed away from doing anything for a few years. Then last year he thought about joining one of the online services. It was considered immoral by most religions and was illegal in over half the states now. Society seemed to be going more conservative and turning against it with some legal protections falling.

He moved to New York to be in a liberal environment where he’d be safe. His goal was to pursue acting. Most of his savings went into a few acting classes. He registered with four agencies hoping to land minor roles in anything, but his demo reel wasn’t that convincing. So he took this job. It paid well, wasn't too demanding, and it might give him enough so he could chase his acting dream more efficiently.

He met her at improv class three months ago. Kathy was a normal sized aspiring actress. They hit it off with instantly. A few months shy of nineteen she was trying to get some training and a little experience before going to college next term. They were paired off and worked together for the four evenings. Maybe it was the nature of improv, but they were totally natural and comfortable around each other. So much so that the instructor held them up as an example for the rest of the class. He’d meant to ask if she’d been around DSers, but never got around to it. On the last day she told him to text her and maybe they could go out, but he managed to lose his old phone the day after the last class. He didn't even know her last name. He’d been fantasying about her ever since and the idea of mixed size relations was now front and center. Even today ..

__________

“Do you have a travel seat that’ll go into my purse?”

The peppermint odor was on her breath. He nodded. “My room’s over in the break room” he said pointing to the only open door on the hall.

The only thing that looked out of place was a small white box about a foot and a half on a side and on a table next to a coffee maker.

“That it?”

“set me down and I’ll change.”

He stepped down onto the table top and turned around. He’d have to be on his back to see her face from here. Instead he looked up to about her waist.

“Next to my place is that black seat. See if it fits.”

She watched the little uniformed man go inside as she bent forward to pick up the his seat.

The last two times they’d used the cheap one she had for her other purse and he grumbled about it being a ‘plastic toy ‘both times. This one had a nice solid feel to it. There was some kind of clear mesh shell covering it. Probably for keeping hair brushes and phones out of the way. She opened her purse to see if it’d slip in.

She wondered what riding in a purse must be like.. the darkness and the swinging There’s no way you could get her to do it. Fernando and his wife seemed happy. It was cheaper, but she was too used to the world at this size. At the same time she was so curious about their point of view. She loved novelty and having Thomas describe what things were like was exciting. She even thought about having a tiny lover at times. It would be a voyage of discovery. Maybe not the one she wanted, but it'd be completely new.

The little door swung open

____________

He turned around modeling for her.

“Whadaya think””

He was in a suit.. everything but the jacket,. She responded with a wolf whistle.

“So where are we going?”

He had only given her an address and suggested she should dress up a bit. Probably dinner.

“I’ve got tickets to a new play.”

She knew how expensive the theater was. “That’s too much.”

“Don’t worry.. I won them at my acting class.” He neglected to mention so did everyone else.. “The envelopes next to my place.”

She tore it open and took them out.. sure enough.

“Yeah.. It’s at eight. Maybe we can walk around in the East Village and go back to my place afterwards.” she paused “if that’s ok.. otherwise you can call an Uber.”

He noticed she was blushing slightly and felt a tingle of excitement race through.

“If you can put up with me after all of that…” he said. “Wanna go now? There are some mixed size friendly places in the area.”

“Yeah.. we can get in the area with one connection from here, but there’ll be some walking. We can take an Uber if that’s too much.”

“Your feet are fine by me.”

__________

Amazingly the trains were on time, but the noise and darkness in her purse had to be awful. Coming out of the station at 8th Street she went directly to a Starbucks women’s room. Closing the stall door she carefully took his seat from her purse.

“Hey” she whispered “Everything ok? just wanted to see how you are.”

“It’s not exactly first class”

“Just a couple of blocks the sidewalks’ll be emptier .. wanna come out and ride outside?”

She’d seen pictures of DSers riding in the open.

“Umm.. sure - I mean if you’re ok with it.”

“I’m up for anything.” she started to put the seat with him in it back in

“just a few minutes.”

Sure enough the sidewalks cleared up as she went East. She stood next to a shop window to see her reflection in the glass and fished his seat out.

“Hey there again!”

She watched as he unlatched the cover and took off his seat belt.. The buckles were so tiny - she’d never be able to operate them without some major destruction. Soon he climbed onto her waiting palm and slipped the seat back into her purse.

“This better?” she said lifting him closer to her face.

Long lasting peppermint “Way better.”

“How does this work.. you hold onto my hand or can you hold onto my collar and sit on my shoulder?”

His footing was suddenly gone and he found himself partially airborne, scrambling to grab a one of her fingers. As luck would have it her fingers were coming his way and he just managed to throw his arms about her ring finger.

“Sorry” said the teenager’s voice. “You okay?”

Jolene was too shocked to say anything as the boy walked away focused on his phone and oblivious to the world.

His heart was pounding, but now he was safely back on her palm surrounded by cupped fingers. She'd realized what happened and her heart was pounding too.

“I don’t think..”

“I’ve got another idea”

She looked left and right and stuffed some tissues down her dress between her breasts before adjusting her bra.

“There.. they shouldn’t bump into you now. You can ride in there if you want”

“Ummm”

“Good!” she took that for a yes and, looking right and left, brought her palm close to her décolletage. Her right thumb and index finger closed on his hips before he could say anything and she slid him in.

“How’s that?”

He was facing her chest standing on her wadded tissues between her boobs. Each was much more massive than he was. They were close, but not touching. With some effort he turned around and reached out and laying his left arm against the left one for stability.

“Mmm.. that feels good” she said.

He felt the same, but didn’t tell her .. not yet.

“Think anyone’ll mind?” she asked.

“Not in this part of town.”

“Okay..”

Her boobs - that's what she called 'em - bounced mostly in time to her gait, but slightly out of phase with each other. One would go up a little more than the other and they would swing in and out not quite in synchrony. At times they came close, but not enough to squeeze him - her bra and the wadded tissue were doing yoman's service. He turned to his left and, back against her right boob, pushed as hard as he could against her left with both hands. Other than having his arms shoved back when it swung in, he couldn’t do anything. Did she even feel it? Giving up he stretched his left arm onto her left boob and looked back up towards her. From this angle he could see part of her chin, but no more. The best view was going to be straight ahead while he adjusted to the bounce of her stride.

“Whoa!”

She came to a sudden stop with her breasts following suit a bit later.

“Sorry - I didn’t mean that for you. Sort of takes your breath away. It’s just a long way down.”

She looked down at him and started walking trying to visualize what it must look like. She'd be nervous too.

"The tissue holding the girls apart for you?" she felt him pushing awhile back, but didn't say anything.

"So far"

A few people noticed, but mostly this was New York. The five blocks went by quickly.

Standing in front front of the theater she looked at her phone.

“Still an hour and a half. We can get something to eat and sit in the park.”

“I’m hungry too”

“Middle eastern ok?"

“Sure.”

“When I get to the door just skooch in.”

He had to go on his knees, but there was enough room. The heat was - well - body temperature and she was slightly sweaty, but as long as she didn’t run he’d be okay.

While they waited he finally remembered why her floral perfume seemed so familiar. Griet liked floral perfumes. She also used to hide him in her shirts and he remembered her sometimes sweaty body. She was skinny with firm little bullet breasts and nipples that would hold his weight. Long before the two of them turned fifteen they were interested in exploring the other sex. Fueled by hormones, their interest grew into teenage obsessions. She was the one who started dropping hints. She'd appear topless in front of him or make suggestive comments. Since they lived together and weren’t biologically related they decided it might be okay. Holland isn’t as bad as the US, but the fact there was that non-biological relation made them - at least him - feel guilty and more than a bit dirty Not that it stopped either of them. Curiosity and the overactive imagination of a girl more than fourteen times his height was a force to be reckoned with. Most of her explorations were almost what you would expect. But sometimes she scared him. He wouldn't admit it of course - then she'd be winning. And to be perfectly honest he started a few explorations by himself. Now those memories and feelings were flooding back. He’d never tell anyone. Thank God she never took pictures. At least he hoped she didn’t.

__________

The theater had a section for DS playgoers that had to be the best seats in the house. Twenty seats mounted at about the actors chest height just in front of center stage. Mostly couples and mostly older, but a few his age and a couple of single people including a really cute brunette. She winked at him a few times, but he already had a date.

He was more interested in film, but the stage was the challenge and he had so much to learn. Soon he was lost in the play forgetting his suit had a floral scent and was slightly damp with someone else's sweat. The actors were so much better than he was. Maybe some day He’d have to check out the DS theater district There were two mainstream plays this season.

Finally the curtain went up and the DSers waited to be taken to the taxi pickup. All except for him..

“Wow! I loved it! We’ve gotta do it again” she enthused as she placed her palm down for him. “.. but next time let’s sit together” ”A few people, including the cute girl, gave them judging looks.

She held him closer to her face.

“I’m gonna take the L, but you'd have to ride in my purse. That ok? I could take an Uber… but..”

He knew they were having a cashflow problem until this job completed.

“The train ’ll be fine…”

__________

“We’re here” She said as she closed the door and put away her keys. She had been reminding herself to go slowly and not scare him off. This was so new and she had no idea how to proceed if things got more serious. Even simple things like kissing or hugging. Maybe if she tried to imagine what she must look like she could be more empathetic. Maybe it is stupid to date someone who works for you.. even if they see this as a temporary position. She reached in for his seat and set it on a table.

“I’m a little nervous Thomas…”

__________

The more detailed 4000 pixel final render goes out to donors.