The Shrink, Chapter 13 (Patreon)

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Chapter 13“W-wait…no way am I gonna be able to remember all those names!” James exclaimed, tucked away in the see-through golden locket of the elegant silver necklace that was swaying sideways and bouncing up and down with every swift step Brooke was taking down the sidewalk. She had just rattled off the names of her six teammates who were going to be at volleyball practice, counting them in front of James with her long fingers.“Aww don’t worry, pookie,” Brooke said warmly, “It’s not like they’re gonna be able to hear you, anyway. Uh-uh, that privilege is reserved for ME.”“Oh…right…” James nodded. In his nervous, anxious excitement to meet Brooke’s teammates, he had completely forgotten that the locket he was inside had been equipped with a special microphone (another one of Christina’s clever ideas) which was connected via bluetooth to a miniature hearing aid in Brooke’s ear, so that she could hear his tiny voice loud and clear. On top of everything else, it actually turned James on so much to know that Brooke needed to use special technology to hear him now…at least, whenever he wasn’t literally standing or sitting next to her ear itself. That’s how huge she was compared to him now; that’s how small he had become. And the best part was, he was only going to get smaller.“And anyway,” Brooke added, her voice suddenly business-like (though James could hear the teasing humor beneath the surface), “I hope you realize that this practice is SERIOUS BUSINESS, mmkay?”“Serious…business?” James asked, before realizing that, even though he had been to one of Brooke’s games, he had never been to a practice. The Lowland Raging Bulls were a D-1 volleyball team, the highest and most prestigious division in the country, AND they were ranked number 1. He had seen how intense and high-octane the actual game atmosphere was, but if he knew anything about the psychology of sports (and, being a seasoned college psychotherapist, he knew a good deal), James was anticipating that this practice would in some ways be even more intense than the actual games. He had seen these girls in action, and they were fierce.“You know it!” sang Brooke, rounding a 90-degree turn in the sidewalk and heading straight for the immense campus gymnasium building up ahead. “Look, I know that, as my personal “locket therapist,” you’ve been reminding me recently that I need to carve out some “down time” for myself. I knowwww, I know, you’re right. But, see…you weren’t watching our last game and even though we won in three straight sets, we lost EVERY SINGLE extended rally!”“Unacceptable,” declared James, folding his arms and shaking his head, despite the fact that Brooke couldn’t see him. He found it amusing to behave as if they were having a normal conversation, except, of course, that there was nothing “normal” about it at all. The locket was dangling about 5’5 off the ground – since Brooke was a towering 6’7 with the added 2 inches of padding from her volleyball court shoes – and James was in the unusual position of being eye-level with a number of young women who were passing by on the sidewalk. He could see them all turn to look up at Brooke in wonder, with many of them shyly showing that they recognized her. A few of them even appeared to notice that there was something special about Brooke’s locket, and slowed down to get a closer look, craning their heads to the side as Brooke passed. Despite the fact that he was wearing a specially-tailored t-shirt and pair of shorts, James felt immaculately exposed, and he would have been more embarrassed if he wasn’t already so used to being shown off this way in public by his titanic girlfriend. The two of them were officially an “item” now, so much so that James actually caught a couple girls poking each other and whispering loudly enough so that he could hear:“Oh my godddd look!! She’s got him in her locket!!”“No way – seriously!? Holy shiiiit you’re RIGHT!!”“That’s soooo hot, I’ve seriously gotta get one of those for Jim!”“Uhhh I don’t think he’d fit, though!? That thing’s like two inches tall, tops.”“Well maybe he’ll fit in a few months once he shrinks down to a –”James wanted to hear more, but the girls’ voices faded away as the distance increased between them and Brooke. In the midst of his intense and intimate dynamic with Brooke, it was easy to forget that the rest of the world was going through a cataclysmic shift. The hupostolephasia virus was now officially a pandemic, causing mass shrinking in the male population around the world. It was noteworthy to James that everyone who passed at eye-level with the locket was a woman…everyone. There were no men left who were above 5’0, and many of them were now below 3’0, or even 2’0. Apparently this “Jim” was on the tinier side, since that woman had momentarily thought that he could fit in the locket.‘But he’s not smaller than me,’ James thought, a strange pride welling up in him, even as he moved to cross his legs and hide his erection from public view, ‘No one is smaller than me…and I’m just gonna keep getting smaller and smaller. It’s like Brooke said…I’m gonna be her Little Speck.’“You heard those girls back there, talking about you?” Brooke’s voice cut in, startling James out of his size-fueled fantasies.“Uhh yeah…heh, yeah I did,” James chuckled.“Mmmmmm it turned you on, didn’t it?” Brooke hummed, her deep voice vibrating through James’s body, like a massage from the inside out, “Hearing them talk about how tiiiiiny you are?”“Uh-huh,” James replied. His throat had suddenly gone dry as Brooke stopped at a crosswalk, the last one before they got to the gym.“Yeeeahhh I know it did,” Brooke laughed softly, and James saw, out of both sides of the locket, that the immense, creamy weight of her protruding breasts were jiggling with her laughter. “I bet you even had to adjust yourself, because that delicious little cock of yours is soooooo hard that you’re afraid everyone can see it!”“B-Brooke…please,” James begged, his voice a whispered plea as he felt the heat creep up his neck into his face, “Don’t embarrass me! I’m about to meet all your teammates!”“Not ALL of them,” Brooke corrected, beginning to walk again, towering over everyone else as she crossed the street, “Just the girlies who need extra work on the extended rallies. It’s only six of us today, remember?”“Oh…uh, well…anyway, even if it’s just a few of your teammates,” James replied, “I…I don’t wanna be all aroused around them. They might, you know, get the wrong idea or something.”“What wrong idea?” Brooke teased, going through the main entrance and scanning her card at the turnstile, “That my Little Speck boyfriend has a size fetish, and that being around me and my hot 6’0-plus giantess teammates – who are all in AMAZING shape by the way – will make him uncontrollably aroused?”“I…the…what?” James blurted stupidly. He hadn’t exactly known what he was saying before, and, as usual, Brooke had pounced on his uncertainty and turned it back on him in her inimitably playful way.“Relax, sweetie,” Brooke giggled, striding through the gym towards the volleyball court, waving at a few “tiny” 5’10 female passersby, who looked strong and built, like they played softball, “I’m only playing around with you. Look, they already know we’re together, and they also know that, whenever you’re around me, you sorta…well…you let it SHOW how much you appreciate me.”“Oh god…so they think I’m a tiny little horndog or something!?” James groaned.“Pssssh maybe,” Brooke chuckled, “Or, put a better way – they’re all JEALOUS of me for having such a sweet, doting boyfriend, who isn’t afraid to show his appreciation.”“They really all think that!?” James asked.“Well, without getting into too much detail,” Brooke said, pausing at the gym door, with her huge hand reaching up to absentmindedly fiddle with the wood of the 6’8 door frame, “Let’s just say that a lot of their boyfriends are going through some pretty trying times right now. It’s a huuuuge adjustment, James, for everyone. Not every guy has taken this pandemic as gracefully as you.”James paused as he looked through the clear glass of the locket, and also through the rectangular plexiglass in the middle of the gym door, into the volleyball gym itself, where he saw Brooke’s teammates warming up. It was strange – he registered all of them in an instant, and how big and tall and athletic and impressive they looked – but in this moment, his brain was somewhere else entirely. He had been so happy and overtaken with the beauty of his relationship with Brooke that he hadn’t even really been thinking about the societal ramifications of the pandemic. Millions…no, billions…of men, young and old, had all been stricken. In the span of only a few weeks, their lives had been turned upside down, to the point where the power dynamic between themselves and their wives, their girlfriends, their female friends, everybody…was completely flipped on its head. James could only imagine the difficulties, complexities, and anxieties that doubtlessly accompanied such a cataclysmic change, but somehow, between himself and Brooke, it actually felt like the pandemic hadn’t changed all that much between them. Of course, it had intensified their bond, and created a whole host of new, sexy scenarios to play with…but when it came down to the true essence of their relationship, the pandemic had only served to underline what was already there. And, just like that, James understood why things had been easier for them both.“You know,” he ventured, as Brooke remained paused at the door to the volleyball gym (almost like she had known he was thinking, and was going to respond to her), “I think it’s been a lot easier for me to adapt, uh, to use your word, “gracefully,” to the pandemic, because…even though I’m a lot smaller than I was when we first met, you were always just…so much bigger than me.”“Oh gosh,” murmured Brooke, her huge hand paused on the gym door as she let James’s words sink in, “You’re so right about that!”“I mean, of course it’s been a huge transition for us both,” James continued, “Since I can’t really take care of myself now and need a permanent caretaker and, uh, you know, cutting-edge technology to protect me and all that…but when it comes to the actual power dynamic between us? You were the dominant one from the get-go. And size-wise, even before I started shrinking, you were, what…11 inches taller than me?”“Mhm, and probably about 120 pounds heavier,” chuckled Brooke, “God you were soooooo cute – don’t get me wrong, you’re BEYOND adorable now, of course – but after seeing you that first day in your office, with that precious little bowtie and your tiny khakis and your little haircut and…ugh, yeah. I had to go outside and take some deep breaths when we were finished.”“Oh wow, so you really were that into me from the start!?” James laughed. He wasn’t insecure, and had a mature self-respect about himself, but even then, it was pretty incredible to hear that Brooke had been THAT taken with him in the beginning. She was just so tall and huge, so gorgeous and brilliant and…well…everything – that she could have easily had any man she wanted. And she had chosen him?! James was flattered, of course, but sometimes it almost didn’t seem real.But it was times like these when Brooke seemed to know exactly what to do. In a swift flurry of motion, she had reached down, gripped the locket in between her thumb and forefinger, and flipped it around, lifting it up to her face, so that James now had a full-on view of her huge, beautiful blue eyes. They were blinking softly, lusciously, with a sudden seriousness that only Brooke could pull off without looking intimidatingly scary at that size. Without even thinking, James rose up to his feet, his hands pressed up against the glass so that he could be as close to her as possible.“James,” she said softly, looking squarely at him in the locket, “I fell for you the moment I laid eyes on you. Even at 5’6, you were the cutest little thing I had ever seen, and that was before you even opened your mouth.”James could do nothing but stare at her, blinking, his tiny hands on the glass.“And when you DID open your mouth,” Brooke continued, “I couldn’t believe it – you showed that the inside matched the outside – that you were the sweetest, kindest, wisest, most empathetic man I had ever met.”She paused for a moment; her voice had become a little strained at the end, almost like she had been about to start crying before she pulled up. James didn’t know what to say. His heart had started beating fast for all sorts of reasons – Brooke’s sudden, serious words were a surprise to him…he had never been so flattered…he suddenly felt that Brooke was going to cry, and didn’t want her to…he felt overcome by how lucky he had been – all of these swirling thoughts coalesced in his mind, just as he saw that Brooke had puckered her full, red lips. Before James realized what Brooke was about to do, she had already done it. The enormous plush oval of her puckered lips advanced suddenly towards him, getting bigger and bigger the closer they came, until…MWWWAAAHHThey pressed up against the glass of the locket, covering it completely in a long, soft, slow, powerful kiss. Without even realizing it, James pushed himself up against the glass, again wanting to be as close to Brooke’s lips as he possibly could, as he too puckered his lips to “return” her kiss. He felt the thin glass immediately warm against his skin as the heat from Brooke’s body rapidly transferred through the glass to him. It was incredible – he was standing there, a 1-inch-tall man, pressed up against the 2-inch-tall pane of glass that was completely covered by Brooke’s lips. There were only tiny pinpoints of light coming in through the corners, but they allowed him to see the giant expanse of Brooke’s plush lips all around him, like they were about to envelop him, engulf him, swallow him up. It was insane how much bigger she was. Now, more than ever, James saw that she could have effortlessly popped him in her mouth, swished him around…or even gulped him down completely. Staring forward, he found himself looking straight into the black hole of her mouth, inscrutable, mysterious, terrifying, and yet somehow also inviting, beckoning…and thrilling.When Brooke finally pulled away, the border of the glass locket was splotched all around with ruby-red from Brooke’s lipstick. It was like she had painted a permanent border onto his world, so that he could never forget what she had just said to him. James felt so out of breath from the intensity of their no-contact kiss that it took him a few seconds to see that her blue eyes were pooled with tears, and as she blinked, one of these tears went trickling down her cheek.“I…Brooke…you don’t need to –” James began, holding out his hand toward her, concerned. But then he saw that she was shaking her head, and that she was smiling.“Shh, shhhhhh,” she whispered to him, “These are HAPPY tears, honey.”And then, wiping her tears away with her hand, Brooke took a deep breath in through her nose and let it out again, fogging up the glass for a few seconds before her grinning face emerged back into view.“All right, enough with the sap,” she chuckled, sticking her tongue into the inside of her cheek as she winked at him, “Time for practice.”James didn’t even have time to emotionally transition from this extremely touching exchange, because the very next moment, Brooke had flipped her locket back around and her huge hand was pushing the gym door open. James took a few deep breaths himself, amazed at Brooke’s impressive ability to compartmentalize her emotions, as her volleyball teammates came rapidly into view. Even though he was with Brooke, quite obviously and securely tethered to her in every way, it was difficult for James not to feel intimidated. All of these girls were TALL. The women they had passed on the sidewalk had looked big enough around the “normal” heights of 5’5, 5’6, 5’7, and 5’8…but these girls were a LOT taller. None of them looked like they were under 6’0, and a couple of them looked almost as tall as Brooke herself. And they weren’t just tall – they were all obviously strong and powerfully-built…maybe not as thick and curvy as Brooke herself (and, after all, who was!?), but certainly full and athletic in their own right. Even at his old height and weight, James would have felt like he was surrounded by giantesses.“There she is!” exclaimed one of the girls, a hazel-eyed brunette who looked like she was about 6’4, nearly as tall as Brooke, “I’ve been warming the girls up, Brooke!”“Excellent,” Brooke nodded, setting down her bags on the sideline before striding up to the other six girls. James could tell, just from the way they all had stopped what they were doing, and from how they gathered up around Brooke, that she was the clear leader of the team. “Now that I’m here, we can officially kick things off with some mobility warm-ups, but first…”James hadn’t understood what the pause was for, but he rapidly saw that all six of the girls had shifted their eyes straight down to him. Brooke had clearly just looked down at her locket, with a knowing grin on her face.“There’s someone I’d like you all to meet,” she finished. James’s heart was now beating quite fast again, and he started blushing as all the girls quickly crowded up around the locket, bending down to get a good look at him.“Oh my godddd…!!” gasped an energetic, fierce-looking girl with pixie-cut brown hair, flushed through with vibrant purple streaks, as her striking brown eyes widened in delight, “That’s James in there!?”“Sure is!” Brooke smiled, “James, that’s Clara – she’s the shortest one…6’1…but she’s only a freshman so who knows how tall she’ll be in a few years!”“6’1-and-a-half, actually,” Clara corrected Brooke, rising up to her full height and putting her hands on her hips as she stuck her chest out. Even though her breasts weren’t that big, her whole frame was quite full and muscular. James figured that, at her height, she probably weighed at least 200 pounds.

“Oooo gettin’ up there, girl!” nodded Brooke approvingly.“My friend who’s in med school says I’m in the middle of a late growth spurt,” Clara continued proudly, “And that I’ll be at least 6’3 when it’s all said and done.”“Mhm, I can’t wait,” Brooke chuckled. James could tell that she got a good kick out of Clara’s spunk. Clara bent down even closer, so that her face was only a few inches from the locket.“He’s so tiny, Brooke!” she exclaimed, her face alive with girlish glee, “Oh my godddd…I mean, all the guys are small these days, but…holy shit…”“He’s my little ornament,” Brooke replied sweetly, pivoting over to the next two teammates, who James quickly realized were identical twins. They both looked about 6’3 or so, with long black hair tied up in elegant ponytails, which contrasted beautifully with their green eyes. They were leaner than Clara, probably around 200 pounds just like her, but they also somehow looked older and more measured.“And this is Riley and Rowan,” Brooke continued, indicating them one at a time using her long finger, “You can tell them apart because Riley wears hoops earrings and Rowan wears studs.”“Except when we decide to switch it up, just to fuck with you all,” Rowan laughed along with Riley.“Wait, so…did you…?” Brooke ventured, unsure.“No, no, not today,” Riley grinned, before she and her sister both bent down low and smiled warmly at James through the glass.“Nice to meet you, James,” Riley said sweetly.“We’ve heard sooooo much,” Rowan added, winking up at Brooke. “Your girlfriend can’t keep her big fat mouth shut about you.”“I mean…can you blame me?” Brooke asked innocently.“Nope,” Rowan said emphatically, shaking her head as she drank in the sight of James, “Not one bit. He’s adorable.”“WAY too adorable,” added the 6’4 hazel-eyed brunette, who seemed to be Brooke’s “second-in-command.” “Can you take him out, Brooke? I wanna get a good look – it’s hard to see him through the lipstick splotches.”“Of course…heh, sorry,” Brooke giggled, catching the locket up in her warm palm and unlatching it, “I just got a little carried away, I guess.”“Carried away!?” exclaimed Clara, “If I had a boyfriend like that I don’t think I’d be able to STOP kissing him!”“Well it’s a challenge not to, sometimes,” Brooke acknowledged, now flipping open the glass. James felt a rush of fragrant breeze against his face, so much so that he actually stumbled backwards a little, right into Brooke’s awaiting thumb. He could immediately smell the sweet, aromatic varieties of deodorant the girls were wearing, mixed with the ambrosial and floral scents of their haircare products. Even though they were top-tier athletes at practice, they all apparently took their appearances quite seriously, and had put in a lot of time. Their make-up, their manicures, their hair…it all looked so good…and quite apart from those things, James was so overwhelmed by their beauty that he didn’t know what to do. Instinctively, he turned back and glanced up at Brooke, who, seeming to enjoy his momentary loss of words, bounced her eyebrows up and down at him suggestively.“Quite the bunch, huh?” she smirked.“Yeah…” breathed James, and when he turned back around, he found himself surrounded by six eager faces, all pressed in together to get the closest look at him.“He’s even more adorable up close!” cried the hazel-eyed brunette.“That’s Aspen,” Brooke said down to James, “She’s my little captain-in-training.”“Meaning – she kicks our asses when Brooke isn’t here!” added Rowan, eliciting giggles all around. James couldn’t believe how big and gorgeous they all were, and, with their faces this close-up, it was one of the more intimidating circumstances he had been in so far. But the warm, even surface of Brooke’s palm steadied him. Even at one inch tall, surrounded by these enormous, strong, athletic women, he didn’t actually feel the least bit scared.“And this is Melanie,” Brooke finished, pivoting James to a short-haired, blue-eyed blond, “And Anna,” turning James to the shy-looking, green-eyed brunette on his far left, “They’re both new to the team – we nabbed em’ through the transfer portal. Total steal. They’re both 6’2 and eager to learn.”“Nice to meet you James,” Melanie said, blushing.“Yeah, hope we don’t embarrass ourselves in front of you,” Anna added sheepishly. “We’re both super-new…not really up to the Raging Bulls standard yet.”“Oh psssh you girls are gonna do great,” Brooke said dismissively, waving her free hand and snaking it reassuringly onto Anna’s shoulder. James was amazed – even though Anna was gigantic by any normal metric, her shoulder, and her frame in general, looked almost small and slight compared to Brooke’s huge hand on her shoulder.“And anyway,” Brooke added, “Don’t be intimidated by James being here with me – he’s a fully licensed psychologist, you know, so he understands all the challenges we face as student athletes.”There was a ripple of murmuring and head-nodding among the girls, who all seemed very impressed with James’s credentials, even as their eyes lingered on his body, going slowly up and down as they savored the sight of him. James felt like he was in the strange position of being admired and envied and objectified all at the same time…and with the bright, buoyant energy of these girls, he didn’t mind any of it one bit.“Besides,” continued Brooke, taking James and gently shutting him back up inside the locket (eliciting a disappointed “Awwww” from Clara), “I didn’t bring James here to make anything harder – I brought him here to inspire us!”She cleaned her lipstick smudges off the locket and then held it aloft, above her full breasts.“Because I’m officially designating him the new team mascot!” Brooke finished, “Our Little Lowlander!”Her announcement was greeted by the loud and enthusiastic whoops and cheers from the rest of the girls, and James couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride as Brooke held him up, even though the prospect of being a mascot carried a touch of humiliation with it as well. But this humiliation was playful, and it turned him on. Brooke knew exactly what she was doing.“All right!” Brooke said, clapping her hands emphatically, “Now let’s jump right into it – warm-ups!”For the next 15 or 20 minutes, the girls went through a series of structured exercises to get their muscles loose: some light jogging around the gym, followed by high knees, butt kicks, lateral shuffles, sumo walks, lunges with rotation, leg swings, arm circles, and shoulder openers to get the blood flowing. The whole time, James was bouncing around between Brooke’s breasts in the locket, high enough where he could see everything happening. He had seen the light and playful side of the girls in meeting them, but now that they were actually practicing, he could see that they could become quite serious and focused. There was still some light cutting-up between them, since it was still warm-ups, but when Brooke transitioned the practice to actual live-ball exercises, there weren’t any more jokes. Clearly there was work to be done, and, as captain, Brooke was instrumental in setting the tone. James began to actually forget that he was the “mascot” and the “boyfriend,” and just sat back and admired the practice itself.“Okay, time for three-on-threes!” Brooke called out after another 15 minutes of quick footwork patterns, approach jumps, block jumps, and defensive shuffles. She pointed with her long finger, directing the girls with well-practiced, effortless authority. It was easy to forget that she was just a sophomore, and that everyone except Clara was actually older than her. “Aspen, Rowan, Melanie! You three on that side. Clara, Riley, Anna – you three on the other side. We’re gonna do pepper variations – one setter and two hitters per side. Melanie and Rowan, I want you to be the hitters first. Same with Clara and Anna on the other side. We’re gonna be working on foot placement and COMMUNICATION, guys. Those are the two things we struggled with the most last game. All right Aspen, you start us off!”Brooke went over and sank down into a chair on the sidelines, her huge ass completely hiding the seat of the chair itself as she leaned forward, her hands in between her knees. In this position, James was dangling in the locket directly above Brooke’s massive breasts, which were lightly heaving up and down from the exertion of the warm-ups.“Platform flat! Elbows locked, shoulders to the target – don’t swing at it!” she called out as the girls began their extended rally practice. Even with his limited knowledge of volleyball, James could see that all these girls, on top of being very athletic, had a high “volleyball IQ.” Even still, though, he could also see that there was some uncertainty in their movements, particularly with Melanie and Anna, but also the twins as well. Even Aspen and Clara had a few times when they looked confused or out of position. The whole time, Brooke continued to call out a series of encouragements and advice:“Let’s go, hands high on the set, Asp – give us a clean, hittable ball. No drifting!”“Step and plant on your approach, Melanie! Don’t jump from your heels!”“Softer contact on the hit, Anna! Remember, this is an extended rally!”“I wanna hear you call that LOUD, Riley! Say “MINE!” Short and sweet, short and sweet!”“There we go Clara! Better! Now angle your body to the setter! Make it easy for her!”“No need to rush it, Rowan! Breathe and reset after every contact. Stay composed!”James was impressed with Brooke’s ability to project authority and to correct her teammates’ performances without seeming too critical. Even though almost everything she said was some kind of a critique, she was able to keep the tone positive throughout. The girls seemed to respond quite well to Brooke’s encouragement, and another 15 minutes into the practice, James could tell that they were already playing much better.“Seems like they’re doing pretty well, huh?” she murmured down to James, who was caught a bit by surprise at her addressing him.“Oh! Oh, uh – yeah. Yeah, actually they seem to be doing better!” he replied, “Not that I know anything about volleyball, but…they seem to be working together better, you know? As a team.”“Exactly,” Brooke smiled, “Except…I’m thinkinggggg…we need to add one more element to this practice. Something that’ll help them a bit with their foot awareness, that’ll keep em’ all on their toes a bit.”“Hmm, what’s that?” asked James curiously, but the next moment he had his answer. Brooke had popped the locket back open and dumped him down into her palm. When he turned around, her huge face was filling his vision, and she had an impish smile on her face.“Would you mind,” she ventured slowly, “Helping me out with this special drill? I call it…micromovements.”“Uh…yes…?” James replied, immediately feeling intimidated again, even though he had no idea what Brooke was planning. “What do I, uh…what do I have to do?”“Oh it’s easy,” Brooke smiled, “All you have to do is scamper around the court randomly, going back and forth, zig-zagging around, looping, doing figure-8’s, whatever you want…and the girls have to try and avoid stepping on you.”“I…oh,” James replied, feeling VERY intimidated now, “I’m not sure, Brooke.”“Remember,” she said gently, “You’re totally invulnerable.”“Right, right,” James nodded. It was easy to forget that, even if one of the girls DID step on him, he wouldn’t feel a smidgen of pain. Remembering this helped his fear dissolve away, even as he felt some residual nervousness at the prospect of running around in between a forest of giantess legs.“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” Brooke said kindly, “I just thought the girls could use an extra wild card this practice – I think they’re getting too comfortable. Plus, let’s not kid ourselves…you’ll enjoy it, won’t you? A tiny little speck of a man in a sea of huge, powerful legs? C’mon James…I know you.”James couldn’t hide his grin.“You sure do,” he chuckled, “Okay, let’s go for it!”“Mmmmm you’re the best,” Brooke hummed, bringing him up to her lips and planting a full-body kiss on his front, “And don’t make it easy on em’, okay? Go right for their legs.”“You got it,” James winked.“All righty! New drill!” Brooke announced, swiftly standing up and angling her mouth purposefully up beyond James so that his ears wouldn’t vibrate too much with her call, “We’ll continue the pepper variations, except this time –”And here, very deliberately, she dropped James down on the court from her breast-height. He cried out, first in surprise, then in sheer abandoned enjoyment as he flew through the air, like he was in an impromptu roller coaster, before bouncing down a couple times on the springy floor, coming to a stop near the net. The girls had obviously all heard of the TinyTitan treatment, because none of them seemed alarmed at what Brooke had just done.“You have to try and AVOID stepping on James!” Brooke finished. “Now don’t worry, of course, you all know that if you mess up and DO step on him, he’s totally indestructible. But each team will start with ten points – we’ll score the game as usual, except you’ll be DOCKED a point each time you step on him. James will be running around on both sides of the net, so you’ll all have to pay EXTRA attention to your surroundings, and to your foot placement! Got it?”“Oh man…this is genius!” laughed Aspen.“Ugh this’ll be soooo hard!” Riley complained, “Look at him down there – I can barely see him!”“What happens if I step on him on purpose?” Clara asked, rubbing her hands together.“Then that’s TWO docked points,” laughed Brooke, “Okay seriously now – let’s get started! James…you know what to do.”Brooke clapped her hands, and James immediately took off running, heading straight for Riley and Anna. Clara served the ball, and he suddenly felt the gym floor shaking under him. All six girls were shuffling, pivoting, running, and jumping, a stunning show of huge, shapely, sequoia-sized legs all around him…and he was heading right into the thick of them.