Trust Machines - Support 5
Marcy stared down at Jerry. Her head was brushing the ceiling of the Venn Machine. “What’s the big idea this time?”
Jerry laughed. “That’s just it. The big idea is you’re... big. Your boobs are the same size to you, but they’re bigger to me.”
Marcy got a wicked grin on her face. “Oh, really? Hm. I promised no clothes this weekend. And you’re right, my bra feels fine. Still... You’re going down.” She tapped the interface a few times, and then the green button just before time ran out.
Jerry stared up and up and up at Marcy. He didn’t even come up to her knee. “Goddess.”
“What was that?” Marcy crouched down, scooping Jerry up in one hand and bringing him close to her face so she could hear. “You are so cute like this! I’m going to keep...” Suddenly her gaze went distant.
“Marcy?” Jerry waved a tiny hand in front of her eyes, and got no reaction. So he did what any guy would do in that situation, and wriggled about in her hand so he could stare at her chest. Each breast was nearly as big as he was. Finally, they were big enough. He wasn’t about to let Marcy know that, though.
“Scamp. I see where you’re looking.”
Jerry looked up guiltily, but Marcy’s expression was filled with amusement and something sweeter. “I... They’re magnificent. You know, there’s no way I’ll be able to keep up with you at this size. I could ride...”
“In your dreams, buster. But you’re right.” Marcy perched Jerry on her shoulder. One arm went partway around her neck, the other clung to some of her hair. It felt smoother than he’d expected, given how thick the strands were.
Marcy proceeded to stroll through the mall, turning heads wherever she went. Jerry hid in her hair, and played peek-a-boo with curious passersby. The kids reacted to it best, pointing and giggling at the teeny man. Their mother’s stunned reactions made him laugh and laugh.
They stopped in at various clothing stores, and managed to make at least two clerks cry in frustration. Nothing would fit Marcy’s eight foot tall frame, nor did they have anything in “junior extra-petite”.
Marcy’s friend Terri just laughed when they ducked their way into Terri’s store. She did gamely offer one of their ‘one size fits all’ silk robes as an option. It was generously cut, enough that Marcy could actually wear it, though it fit her more like a t-shirt. Terri pronounced Jerry the “cutest thing ever” when he rode in the robe’s pocket like a joey.
Jerry bought her the robe, and they wore it out of the store. As Terri waved goodbye to her friends, she suggested they try the doll section of a nearby toy store. Instead, Marcy went to a pet store and bought a pink leather collar with a matching leash.
“You’re not going to put that on me, are you?” asked Jerry once they were back in the mall.
“And if I wanted to?”
“Totally not my color.”
Marcy laughed, and shook her head. The cascade of her hair dislodged Jerry, but he’d become used to it and swung back to his perch on the vine of her hair. “Nope. Come on, time to...”
“To what?”
Marcy set Jerry down in front of the Venn Machine, and set it for a day. He walked in curiously, and soon was back to his normal size.
“My turn,” said Marcy simply. She held up her hands about a foot apart. “This big.”
Jerry did as he was asked, then carefully stepped around to see what had become of his girlfriend. She hid behind her shopping bag with a squeak of fear, then slowly emerged and let him pick her up.
“Wow,” he breathed softly. “You’re so incredibly cute like this.”
“Take me home,” Marcy said, pitched so only Jerry could hear. “Your home.”
Jerry picked up her bag, and did as he was asked. As they got close he asked, “What’s the plan?”
“Sleepover.”
“My parents would never ever go for that.”
Marcy squirmed into the shopping bag. “They won’t know I’m there. Sneak me some table scraps, OK?”
When Jerry returned to his room after dinner, he found Marcy hiding under his bed. Naked. She emerged from cover acting like a wild animal, nervous and skittish, though he could tell it was an act. She gorged on the scraps of food he’d brought up, then grinned up at him.
“What is this all about?” asked Jerry softly.
“Just for tonight, I’m your pet. Collar me.”
Jerry stared down at the pink collar in the bag. “You’re actually serious.”
Marcy nodded eagerly. “Please? I loved being your pet boob-snake last weekend. I want to explore that.”
Jerry undid the collar’s buckle, and carefully lowered it to Marcy. She laid her neck into it, and he closed the buckle again, tightening it until Marcy pronounced it properly snug.
“Leash too.”
Jerry fished out the leash, and clipped it to the collar. “Come on girl, time for walkies.”
Marcy beamed up at him, and pranced giddily about the room at his direction. He arranged for obstacle courses and challenging climbs, and she set to every task he gave her with a smile. It took over an hour to wear her out, and even when her little legs gave out and she sank to the soft surface of Jerry’s bed, her expression never faltered.
Jerry laid beside her, his head next to a body barely bigger than it, and kissed her gently. “Happy, pet?”
“Very, thanks. Wish we could do that outside.”
“We could do that tomorrow until you turn back,” mused Jerry, “if you had a pet bikini to wear. I could walk you in the park, or at the beach...”
Marcy’s eyes went wide. “You wouldn’t! Oh, you would! Why?”
Jerry kissed her, lips huge against her face. “The idea makes you happy. So I’ll try to play my part.”