Neighborly (Chapter 2) (Patreon)

Even having heard this forewarning from Ms. Wright in metaphorical glowing neon, the young man still felt so secure in his perceived secrets and so convinced of this woman’s purely-neighborly intentions that no part of him was at all prepared to take on what came next, and so he didn’t even begin to process it until Kim had finished:

“Maybe a good place to start, seeing as how we’re going to be getting to know each other better and all, is by addressing the elephant in the room: your absolutely adorable affinity for me, my clothes, and the idea of being a preciously tiny thing in the palm of my hand. Yes, I know all about that, and I actually have for a while now. I admit, it took me some time to figure out, since I imagine you thought you did a good job of hiding it – which, don’t get me wrong, is as cute as it is funny. Such a silly, twisted, and most of all naughty idea… I can see why you’d be bashful about it. But especially now that we’ve gotten to spend some quality time together here, everything’s become very clear to me. It drives you absolutely wild to think of becoming a puny helpless little thing, while I get to be your personal skyscraper, dressed to the nines in one of my favorite outfits which you obviously love so much… I’m very flattered, by the way… and then all the more so once I’ve decided to pick you up. Hold you. Touch you. Keep you. Make you mine. Let’s see, does all of that sound about right so far to you, hon?”

Lou nearly fell out of his chair, once the truth was unloaded like an atom bomb. Sputtering, sweating, and palpitating like mad, he wasn’t sure whether he wanted more to vanish from existence due to embarrassment, or lean even closer toward Kim in sheer humbled devotion. And that feeling was only about to intensify by a hundredfold. As if compelled by otherworldly forces, rather than voluntarily, Lou blurted: “Y-Yes, ma’am. Or… M-Ms. Wright. Kim! Please, I’m… really sorry. I d-don’t know what to say. I never meant to-”

“Shhhh. That’s all I needed to know,” Kim hushed him with an ear-to-ear smile, as she placed her gloved index finger over Lou’s lips to silence him. That satiny finish was so soft against his mouth, even as she pressed slightly firmer. “Now that I know something more interesting about you, it’s only fair for me to return the favor. Don’t you think? Besides, as your babysitter, I can’t just sit idly by while you lose yourself to that overactive imagination of yours. Seems to me we’d better go ahead and do something about it!”

Even at such a flummoxing height of shame and desire, a shuddering beet-cheeked Lou was wholly bewildered by this last admission from Kim. What could it all possibly mean? Luckily, he didn’t have to waste very long wondering. Kim spent a few more moments savoring his evident boggle-eyed bewitchment over these revelations, still smirking and shaking her head in adoration, and then she spread that same fashionable gloved hand before his face. Lou watched, transfixed, as the creases in the fabric matching her palm deepened and reformed in answer to the spreading and flexing of her long feminine fingers. He witnessed the light dancing off the wrinkles in the satin, and listened to the subtle rustle between her digits as they twirled in midair like a magician’s flourish. Lou was so overcome by the beauty of this curious but entrancing display that it wasn’t until he’d literally shrunken down to three inches tall, and left nakedly marooned within the crumpled heap of his far-too-large clothing, that his focus was shattered again.

            Ironically, despite Lou having spent uncountable occasions since puberty amorously imagining variations on almost this exact same scenario, the unexpected reality of actually getting what he’d always fetishistically wished for still hit him like a freight train. It felt like he was spiraling in freefall through an incomprehensible dream, even though he’d remained on solid ground throughout the split-second shrinking process. Shivering from shock and sensory overload, Lou batted his eyes and waited for these insane circumstances to start making sense again. But things only went further off the rails as the cocoon of his overgrown clothing was drawn back by a colossal gloved hand which, naturally, belonged to an equally-colossal Kim. Spellbound and terrified at once, the nude three-inch-tall Lou froze in eye-popped jaw-hung astonishment at the sight of his pretty neighbor, still dressed in that same lavish garb and still grinning that same pearly grin at him, only now she appeared like a one-hundred-fifty-foot-tall leviathan by comparison to his lowly scope.

            “Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re trying to find the perfect words to thank me. Aren’t you, sweetheart?” Kim murmured with another wink. Even speaking relatively softly, there was a certain booming resonance to every syllable she intoned that reverberated subtly through Lou’s bones like a concert speaker. Kim’s glove-sheathed digits spread to their widest wingspan, as she parted the heap of his clothes far enough for him to see the entirety of her immense silhouette from the waist-up in one awe-inspiring glance. “But, please. There’s no need to overdo it. Take your time, and think of the exact right words you want to say to show me how grateful you are that I’ve just given you everything you always dreamed of, right here and now. It must be a little overwhelming, but I’ve got all the faith in the world that you’ll catch up quick. You must’ve been waiting for a chance like this for almost your whole life, after all. It would be such a shame if you wasted too much time working yourself into a tizzy, instead of doing what you should be doing – which is enjoying this.”

            Lou heard Kim’s welcoming address, but was still sunken far too deep in the surreality of these circumstances to do anything but wordlessly flap his jaws and blink like his brain had broken. Even if he’d had an hour to lie here, shrunken and naked in the shadow of the now-towering neighbor, he might not have been able to wrap his head around what had just happened. Unfortunately (or fortunately), Lou instead only had seconds to adjust before Kim’s outspread right hand descended to collect him. As if hypnotized, he unflinchingly watched the satin dimples in her glove’s powder-blue palm smoothing out, while her fingers curled into formation around him. One by one, those soft-coated spires embraced the sprawling little nudist, until she had him cupped in a loose fist. It felt like being wrapped in a full-body nest of downy pillows, plush and yielding, though Lou could still feel the meatier firmness of those digits articulating underneath the fabric. Kim’s hand rose effortlessly then, as if her cargo weighed less than a feather, though the movement was gracefully controlled, likely so as not to spook or give the young man whiplash.

            “Well, well, well. Just look at you now,” she purred with a flirtatious smile, holding Lou inches from her billboard-humongous countenance. “Just as small and precious as could be. Now, I hope you don’t take this wrong, because I mean it as a compliment, but I have to say, I like you much better this way! And you certainly weren’t so bad before, either.”

Much as all this was to handle for the little guy, who’d essentially locked up now from overstimulation, there was something strangely disarming and almost comforting about being grasped so easily in Kim’s gloved palm and then brandished near enough to her lips that he could feel the warmth of every exhale. Somehow, even more shocking to him than the fact that she could magically shrink him with a wave of her fingers was the revelation that she knew of his deepest darkest desires, and at least so far, didn’t seem to begrudge him those sexual quirks. Alarm bells were still blaring inside his skull, and adrenaline tremors rattled his frame, but otherwise Lou found himself oddly capable of going with the flow here, all things considered. Still, he had to ask:

“Is… is this… r-real?”

“I guess you’ll have to be the judge of that, now won’t you?” Kim teased.