Close to the Heart Pt. 03

"Oh my God! Your clothes are in the trunk of my car! I completely forgot!"

Derek fidgeted, then asked, "Can I talk you into getting my stuff before you leave for work?"

Leanne glanced at the clock, then hurriedly stepped into her pants and pulled her top over her head. "I'll have to hustle. Be right back, Honey."

Derek watched her big round bottom as she hustled out the door, then scratched himself in a lot of different places. Doll clothes were simply not made with comfort in mind. Ken had more reason to be pissed off other than lacking a dick.

A few minutes later, Leanne came back with a big black garbage bag in her hands. She quickly dug in the bag, pulling out his pants and divesting the pockets for him. His phone, keys, and wallet joined him on the recliner seat. She then leaned way down, gave him a face-engulfing kiss, and hurried back out.

Derek turned on his phone, having to squeeze the sides of his phone between his arms to depress the button, and it immediately went dark again. Dead battery.

"Well fuck," he muttered, disgusted.

******

Leanne entered the foreign apartment, carefully locking the door behind her, and then pulled her sweatshirt completely off to drape it over a chair. "So, this is your place?"

From his perch between her breasts, Derek surveyed his old home. "It was," he admitted. "Got a new place now."

Leanne ruffled his hair affectionately with a finger pad. "Okay, what do we need to get?"

"For starters, my wireless phone charger and my laptop. I've got a photo album with pictures of my parents I'd like to keep, and unless we want someone declaring me missing, we should probably get most of my clothes, too."

Leanne nodded in thought, and noticed the flat-screen television. "Can we take your TV, too?"

"If you can lift it, sure. Knock yourself out. Anything that catches your eye."

Leanne gave the TV an experimental lift. It was light enough for her to carry. "Okay, let's get started. What do I say if someone asks why I'm emptying your apartment of valuables?"

Derek shrugged, running his hands over the bulging expanses of breast flesh to his left and right. "Tell them, uh... tell them I'm in jail, I guess, and you're saving my stuff for me."

"You don't really feel like you're in jail, do you?" the mature woman worried.

"No, I don't. But the truth is, my freedom really is restricted now. It's not your fault, it is what it is, and my living conditions are a million times better with you than without."

"Okay? And so why am I doing this and not anyone else? Like your friends, or parents or anything?"

Derek bit the bullet. "I lost my parents when I was twelve. I don't really have any close friends, either. Just tell whoever the truth. You're my girlfriend."

Leanne protested, "No one in their right mind would believe I'm your girlfriend. I'll tell them I'm your... aunt or something. Now tell me where that photo album is, we'll start there."

He lost his parents at twelve? She was damned sure that album was being saved.

******

Derek worked at his phone, propped upright on the wireless charger. He'd figured out how to connect it to his laptop and use it as a keyboard and touch pad peripheral, and had finally found the second thing he'd been looking for.

A voice distortion app.

He played with the settings, playing back his voice until the app had deepened it enough that it sounded like himself before his vocal chords became teeny.

Then he called his workplace.

"R.L. Hammerstein Incorporated, Human Resources. This is Rachel, how can I help you?"

"Hi, this is Derek Olsen. I'm sorry, but I have to quit."

"Is there a problem, Mr. Olsen?"

Derek had given his excuse much thought. "I found out I have a genetic problem with my immune system. I have to live in a clean room from now on, and find a job I can do from home. I'm sorry it's taken so long to call, the last week or so has been crazy."

Boy, was that an understatement, he thought to himself.

"One moment, please," the lady said, and he was put on hold.

Derek sat in front of his phone, cross-legged to reach the keyboard displayed on the bottom, and began to enter searches on shrinking men while he waited.

He didn't find anything like his reality. He did find porn. Stories, and animations, and photoshopped pictures and artwork and videos made for people who fantasized about just what happened to him. His mind raced.

"Derek? This is George Swanson. Now, Rachel tells me you have to work from home for health reasons. We do have positions like that here, so why don't we talk about what your skillset is, and where we can fit you in."

Derek had been planning on electronically filing for unemployment and having it direct deposited. This was much, much better.

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Leanne came home from work to find her boyfriend pacing on her dresser top in front of his phone stand.

"You look agitated, Honey."

Derek nearly stumbled as he turned to face her. "Uh, maybe? I've got news. And maybe an idea."

Leanne blew out a breath, moved the hair that had escaped her bun out of her face, and began getting out of her work uniform. "Okay, let's start with the news. What's up?"

"Well, I called my work to tell them I had to quit. Instead, they gave me a job working from home. It's not quite as much as I used to make, but it should only take me maybe four to six hours a day. So I can help with money now."

Leanne frowned, and Derek was momentarily distracted by all of the cleavage on display as she turned to him with her hands on her hips. "I don't want your money, Derek."

Derek ran his hands through his hair in a little frustration. "I can't just pop down to the store if I want something, not anymore. I can order things online, but for food and everything else? That's all you."

Leanne wasn't backing down. "You literally eat the crumbs of my meals. It costs nothing extra to feed you."

"Just... Look, I'm trying to accept the reality that my height is most likely permanent. I don't want to be a charity case, and this is something I can do. Just let me help, okay? I want to help provide here, give you a better life. That's what being in a relationship is all about. So I need your bank account info to make electronic transfers, and I need our address to get stuff delivered."

Leanne was silent as she finished disrobing, deciding to just wear a long t-shirt for now. "Fine, I guess. I'll write all of that stuff down for you. Now, what was this idea?"

Derek huffed, and walked to his phone, bringing up a video to play on the laptop. "Come watch this," he beckoned.

It was a short video clip of a skinny naked woman with big 80's hair, and she was rubbing her clit. Someone had inserted a CGI man inside of her vagina, struggling, until her fingers dipped into her hole and appeared to shove him inside.

"There's a whole community of people who are into this. The best of the content isn't all that realistic. As a matter of fact, this one is the best I could find. We could make videos like this, and sell them. Shrunken man porn."

"I'm not making porn!" she shouted, then glanced worriedly at her closed apartment door and lowered her voice. "I'm not making porn, Derek," she hissed.

Derek shrugged. "Think about it. It's stuff we're already doing, and given the specialty nature of it and just how good the special effects are," he wiggled his eyebrows, "we could sell clips for like, twenty, twenty-five a download. We can edit them so your face is never in it if you want."

Leanne had to stop and think after that. "Twenty-five bucks a pop?"

Derek nodded. "Sure. Twenty downloads, and we've made five hundred bucks before taxes. And the people who are into this? They're starved for the kind of content we could make. One or two releases a month, because of all the 'special effects' time the video would have needed, and we could make some serious dough."

"And you think people would want to see my naked body?"

"Without a doubt," Derek said seriously. He typed in a new search for 'Mature Big Tit BBW', and showed her the thumbnails of all the videos the search uncovered. "See? Women shaped like you are, well, you don't have to worry about that. Guys will find you sexy."

"I'm not saying yes," she finally managed. "Not yet. But maybe we could try making one, and if... if it isn't too bad, we'll talk about selling it, okay?"

It was probably the best Derek could have hoped for. "That's more than fair. Now I really do need our address, I've got some things to order, and a digital recorder is on that list."

******

Buying the 3D printer was the most genius idea Derek had ever had, in his estimation. The design software wasn't all that user friendly, and it took him quite some time to familiarize himself with the tools, but with an hour here and there when he was done with work he got the hang of it.

The only problems with it was that it wasn't fast, and the bottom plate it printed on was heated to a very high temperature and also took a long time to cool. In addition he'd need Leanne to remove any completed product from the printer that he couldn't lift.

He looked on in satisfaction at the two lawn chairs his size, and the pieces of a rolling plastic office chair that when snapped together, should allow him to work in a little more comfort. All he had to do was wait for the hot plate to cool down, and maybe get Leanne to put his office chair together if it proved to be too much effort for his small arms to snap the wheels together.

The high-end digital recorder still sat in its box, over on the corner of the dresser. Leanne hadn't brought the subject of videos back up yet, and Derek was currently content to let it lie. She'd be ready when she felt like it, and any badgering on his part would likely sour the idea.

He wanted her able to replace her car. The thing she drove couldn't have very long left to live, so Derek needed to make a lot of money in a hurry. His job would help, but the porn idea had the potential to change the game. That was contingent on Leanne's participation, though, and nothing would happen until she decided one way or another.

Instead, he turned his attention to the design of small plastic needles, and the handles that when a pair of exacto-knife blades were snapped into it, should make a usable pair of shears for his size. He was going to make better, more comfortable clothing for himself. He wrote himself an electronic note to have Leanne pick him up some high-quality handkerchiefs in solid colors, and the strongest, thinnest thread she could find.

He had a lot of other ideas, but he needed to address his needs before his wants.

******

"You know, I'll bet that looks impressive as all hell," Leanne spoke conversationally around a wince. "Too bad I can't see it!"

Clamped to her nipples were two fine chains, both fed through a ring. Below the ring the chains dropped perfectly vertical, ending in smaller rings. On those rings, Derek held himself in a balanced handstand, gripping the rings as a gymnast would, before looping around twice and holding himself with his arms nearly straight out to the sides, his legs out in front as though he were sitting.

Leanne was bent over, supporting herself with her hands on her thighs, as Derek did a half-remembered gymnastics routine from high-school on chains attached to her nipples. Her breasts hung away from her body, and completely blocked the view for her. "How do you even know how to do this?" she wondered aloud.

Derek dropped to hang from the rings. "I was in foster homes from the time I was twelve, so I signed up for every after-school extracurricular I could, just so I didn't have to spend so much time at whatever house. Gymnastics ran the longest, so I stuck with it. I am a little out of practice, though," he admitted.

Leanne lamented, "I really do wish I could see it."

"Well," Derek tried, "The camera we bought, you can turn the view screen around so it shows whatever the camera is seeing. You could see it that way."

"Next time," the big woman managed. "Can I fuck you now? My nips are getting pretty tender, here."

The little guy dropped from the rings to the floor. He'd discovered it on accident when he fell off of the dresser, but it turned out that even though it was eight times his body length to the floor, gravity worked the same way. A four foot drop is four feet down, no matter how big a person is. It was even easier for Derek, since he had so little body weight to cushion from the impact. The single foot from the rings to the floor? Easy.

"Fuck me, huh? What's going on in that lusty mind, Babe?"

Leanne unclamped the chains from her nipples, sighing in relief and gently rubbing the tender nubs. "When I was a teenager, I used to get myself off by grinding on a pillow. I want to put you on the pillow first this time."

"Adventure!" Derek shouted, fists raised to the heavens.

Leanne giggled appreciatively, before grasping her man and walking to her bed. She knee-walked across her mattress until she could fetch her pillow, and then busied herself bunching it up between her thighs. She carefully placed her half-foot boyfriend into the dip of the pillow just so, directly beneath her moist pussy. The nipple clamps, though somewhat painful, actually did get her motor running.

Derek stared at the wet, hairy pussy looming over him, the lips parted and her clit hard and bulbous. Her humid odor wafted down to him, charged with her body heat. Then the pussy was rushing down, Leanne's weight sinking him into the pillow and burying him in wetness, flesh, and oddly soft pubic hair.

He idly wondered if she had started to use conditioner on her bush for him.

Once she had the contact and pressure she desired, Leanne started to hump him. Slow at first, she'd drag her clit down his body, her wet lips sliding around his outline. Then back up his body, until she nudged his face with the hard, slick bean of her happy button. That first pass, it was almost a kiss from her clit and as it moved away, a string of pussy sap stretched between Derek's lips and the tip of her nerve bundle.

Leanne began to speed the pace of her bucking, grinding against the entirety of his little form, and the pressure increased as she started to bore down against him. After a scant few minutes, the sawing of her cunt around and on Derek started to blur. It was all moving too fast for him to make out any details any longer.

The tiny man simply closed his eyes and endured. Leanne's bucking flung droplets of her moisture up at his face with every pass. He didn't dare move his arms, so he had to wait for one to strike close to his mouth to taste it.

The plump giantess started to make pleading noises far above him, wordless sounds that conveyed just how good it was all feeling to her, and then she dropped to her hands. Leanne's bush-covered, fluffy paunch enveloped Derek's head.

It became a little less fun for Derek after that. Turning his head to the side, he could get a little air through the pillow fabric. The wet furry mass on his face didn't rub at all. It just shifted fat around behind it as Leanne continued to grind away on the rest of him with her needy moose knuckle, the fat beef flaps slithering up and down his form and her slippery hard clit straining for every bit of friction.

Time seemed to lose meaning for Derek. He was smothered in her flesh, her smell, her sounds, her moisture, her lust. Until finally, she bore down more and humped minutely, uncoordinated, as she came and came.

He felt her hand slide beneath him, cupping his body to her mound, and then she was rolling them over. Once she'd released him, Derek's body slid down her pussy until his head landed face first in the very entrance of her hole, into the creamy ejaculate that still oozed slowly out to drip down the crack of her ass.

Derek lapped at the pool of her cum, the nectar still as ambroisal as it had ever been for him.

Leanne took deep shuddering breaths as she cooled down, caressing her man's hair with a finger tip as he drank his fill from her.

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