Opportunists 2 - Part I (Patron Reward) (Patreon)

[The following is a reward for a patron. Thank you so much for your support!

The following is an original story set in a three-sized world of smalls, mediums, and giants, focused on a giant-small lesbian relationship. The story features multiple sizes; feet/footwear; gentle/romantic interactions; handheld; almost-sitting; mentions of vore/crush/destruction.]

The famous Capital Terminal was as bustling as Maxine prepared herself for. The “crossroads of culture” were busier than any terminal her career-life had taken her through, but the urban planner was not traveling for work. Her reason for the two-hour train ride was personal: for the first time in ten years, the 30 year-old was meeting someone for a date – a date she was regrettably running late for.

Maxine shuffled through crowds of commuters to find a quieter corner in which to gather her thoughts. Capital Terminal was well-designed for fluid foot traffic between stations and shops, but its sheer scale was intimidating for someone who had never passed through before, compounding the anxiety that had riddled her all day long. Leaning her back against a glass wall, Maxine took a moment to breathe and check her phone – a good time to text an update to her date. Just got off the train, she tapped into her smartphone. She glanced at a hanging sign, then back at her screen; I’m at station S20. Where are–?

A rumble ran up Maxine’s back, from where she had been leaning against the windowed wall behind her. The vibration made her flinch forward and nearly gasp, interrupting the thought she was typing out. She composed herself quickly, not wanting to act so surprised in public – surprised that, on the other side of that glass, was the waist of a building-sized woman in attendant uniform, thundering past station S20 in total nonchalance. Maxine caught herself staring at the huge employee, and then all the other tremendous people out there, maneuvering through an identical lobby designed for their proportions; they were not giants, but average humans that towered above her and the other ten centimeter-tall people.

The actual giants were one magnitude farther away, past another windowed wall. Maxine gazed across that distance, recognizing the blur of massiveness at the other end as bigger humans, lumbering around at heights she struggled to comprehend. Rarely had she come close to mediums, and never before a giant – officiated terms that she subtly despised, especially for how it categorized her as meekly small. In a civilization of such distinctly different scales, Capital Terminal was outstanding as being one of very few locations in the world built to serve all three categories of people. Before today, the closest she had ever come to a giant was distant sightings along horizons.

It was an unfairness that Maxine had learned to live with; the planet kept spinning, and there were more personal matters for her to worry over in her life. She sighed and sunk back into her phone, I’m at station S20. This place is so much bigger than I expected.

Almost immediately, Maxine’s phone buzzed with a text from Georgia. ikr?? this place has changed soooo much since i was last here lol. okay station S20 im coming your way!!! hopefully :P

The quirks of the reply surfaced a smile from Maxine’s nervousness. It was that exact kind of youthful energy that had initially drawn her to Georgia – when she only knew the 23 year-old college grad as a profile of details and pictures on a dating app. After having spent all of her adult life building up a career in city planning, Maxine found herself with no romantic routes to pursue around her. Coworkers from her office recommended a trendy dating app to get started, and after a few clumsy attempts with the interface, she soon found a match. That was how Georgia was discovered, a younger woman that was living life actively, listing out as many of her characteristics as she had pictures in her profile gallery – it was what Maxine desired, a reprieve from her busy, job-oriented routine. Georgia won her over throughout a week of messaging each other, enamored with her curious personality, adventurous spirit, and enticingly flirtatious texts. Maxine nearly melted when they confirmed a proper date to finally see each other face-to-face, a moment of importance that outweighed any inconvenience of having to meet at the Capital Terminal.

Another rumble shivered the wall as a medium-sized traveler and her suitcase flew past in a hurry. Maxine shied away and scoffed, I just hope neither of us get stepped on while we’re here. What a scary place…

In the meantime for Georgia to arrive, Maxine made sure to prime herself for the fateful encounter. From her white handbag, she retrieved a palm mirror to scan her face for smudges in her make-up; she reapplied a quick coat of pink lipstick, a color she hoped would pop from her pale complexion and brown eyes. She likewise intended for gold accessories to add the flair of maturity that Georgia seemed to enjoy, but the blue ribbon styled in the back of her black hair was a statement of a controlled image. It was the same color as her sleeveless dress, an outfit that, along with her dark tights and loafers, had been purchased specifically for the date – anything she already owned would have sourly reminded her of work.

But after so many rounds of touch-ups, Maxine looked into the nearby crowds of station S20. Did she get lost? she wondered, affectionately admitting how that would be like Georgia.

At least there was then a text from her; Maxine read through it fast, okay ik im blind but i looked over alllll the stations and didnt see S20 or S-anything? wut lol??

Maxine grimaced at the thought of mistaking her location, but the same sign was right above her. Unsure of what else to say, she stalled over an empty message– and then, the sky went dark, as if clouds had taken over the day. She turned away from her phone, as did other travelers look up from their schedules, at the windowed wall and how it curved overhead as a roof. A dark blotch had appeared, eclipsing the afternoon daylight – a blotch not on their windows, but something much bigger pressed against the glass of the mediums’ terminal, responsible for casting dimness over both sizes of life. Maxine tilted her head as she made sense of what was happening outside, shuddering as she and others realized the cause: a giant was sitting against the wall, stopping to text on her phone.

“Seriously?” Maxine bemoaned under her breath, hearing similar remarks from others nearby. It was embarrassing for them all to find themselves looking up at someone’s gigantic ass, clearly able to define the quality of that person’s athletic shorts as the roundness of her glutes stretched the fabric out flat against the glass. Terminal attendants on both affected levels sent messages up to the giants of their staff; soon after, one massive employee arrived to address the problem, minding her professionalism. Maxine tried to untense, I really don’t need any distractions right now…

Yet she continued to watch the encounter; it was hard to think of anything else when two titanic women were having a conversation, each of them taller than skyscrapers, so huge that their words rumbled through the smaller levels beside them. It was a vague, muffled sound, but Maxine listened closely, a habitual eavesdropper, making sense of what was being said – guiltlessly hoping the problem traveler would be told off.

“Ma’am, may I ask you to step forward?” the giant attendant began, more politely than Maxine would have liked.

“... Huh? D-Did I break something?”

“N-No, but…” the attendant hesitated, “y-you’re sitting above the other terminals, ma’am.”

“Huh…Oh!” The blotch in the sky shifted and then removed itself from the window, leaving a light fog where it had been seated. The giant traveler then turned to realize her error, first flushed with shame, but then, beaming with delight at what stood waist-high to her. “Aha! There’s all the other terminals! Hey, thanks!” she giggled, waving back at the attendant – inadvertently pointed in the right direction. Her face then rushed close to the window, breaths of excitement spreading on the outer layer of glass; the giant woman was leaned steeply forward, eyeing through the rows of mediums’ stations and lobbies as though it were a display case of miniatures. A fingertip then pressed against the window, making another smudge; “Excuse me, where’s S20? S? 20?”

Maxine stiffened how she happened to be posed, the glow of her phone fading to black as she stalled for too long. Every argument she could humor ran through her head, looking for any excuse to believe it was a coincidence – a different person entirely, a giant that happened to be looking for station S20 as well, and not the Georgia she came to meet. Georgia’s dating profile distinguished herself as proudly short, setting an expectation for Maxine that she would be taller than her date. After all, she assumed they were both smalls, but when thinking back, she could not remember if the app actually specified that.

In her haste to make a romantic connection, Maxine feared she had overlooked a vital detail. She slowly crawled out of her stillness, thumbing through her apps to access her camera; Has Georgia known this entire time…?

The topic of cross-sized relationships was still unusual to Maxine, despite the trend becoming increasingly popular in modern society. Celebrity relationships of such a dynamic had pushed the concept into the mainstream, and improvements to interconnecting the three societies made hook-ups easier than ever – but she and others dwelled on the innate inconveniences of dating a partner sixteen-times their own size, let alone someone that was two-hundred-and-fifty-six-times their scale. She balked at the idea, as far as it pertained to herself; her date that day, however, had a different perspective on the matter.

Georgia had indeed been intrigued with cross-sized relationships because of social influencers and pop culture exposure, but it was primarily because of her sister’s medium-sized girlfriend that she decided to explore a relationship with a non-giant via a dating app. Their story of how they met absolutely captivated Georgia: while Heather was walking with a friend close to a medium-city, they suddenly gave chase after a bicyclist, fully intending on eating her. It turned out that bicyclist had a cute roommate that was enamored with the giant raiding her apartment; one thing led to another, and Heather was in a lively relationship with an older woman that could sit in the palm of her hand – Georgia never found out what happened to the bicyclist.

Witnessing a cross-sized relationship upclose dawned on Georgia a new possibility of relationship, perhaps a solution to her recurring issue with dating. Standing at only 26 meters-tall, she was always much shorter than the fellow giants she went out with; after just one date, she would feel intimidated and anxious, eventually withdrawing from the connection. That fascination had her decide to pick up her dating app and expand her filters, expecting to feel more comfortable on a date with someone that could never overpower her – a medium-sized person was what she idealized as a partner, and also who she assumed to have bonded with all that week. A small would be absurd, so Georgia amused herself with thinking.

The terminal attendant explained it to her when she pointed into the display-like windows, through the mediums’ terminal and into the tinier terminal within it. Georgia leaned closer and squinted, not realizing how she grazed the glass with her body; in very little font, station S20 was identified. Georgia clicked her tongue in thought, “Huh… One of us has to be wrong, so…”

Her phone vibrated with a new message: a picture from Maxine. It was opened instantly, a photo from a low point-of-view looking up at a pair of legs from behind – legs that distinctly wore short-shorts and knee socks, exactly like her. If that was not convincing enough, the peripheral details were, including the pink of her low-collar top and glimpses of her bob-cut brown hair. As Georgia looked closely at the picture, a follow-up message arrived: I think I found you…

“O-Oh… Uh-oh…” Georgia tensed up and crookedly looked back into the smaller terminals, refinding station S20 and then peering especially close at the crowds. Sweat formed at her brow while sifting through the dozens of people that were only ten centimeters tall – relative to her giant-scale, it was trying to find someone that was as tall as a grain of rice, a unique challenge to distinguish someone that was effectively smaller than five millimeters. She giggled nervously, well-aware that every awkward moment was amplified for every small and medium to see, including her date. “Wh-Where are you…?

“-Ah, there!” Georgia hopped with delight, her joy resonating as tremors running through the smaller terminals. Fluster and excitement completely lifted her mood from the mire of uncertainty; though much tinier than expected, she had undoubtedly found her Maxine, seen as a slither of blue waving wide for her attention. “Oh my god, oh my god! Maxine~!” her voice rumbled into the glass, casting her small-sized date into the deepest blush of her life.

But before getting carried away by emotion, Georgia spun to face the terminal attendant that had approached her, keeping a finger pointed directly at Maxine so she would not be lost. “Um, excuse me! H-How can I… err, how do we…?”

The “outside world” had taken away Maxine’s breath as she acclimated to new depths of noise and a different sense of pressure. Brought out into the giants’ terminal, the architect trembled at everything she saw looming above her, a sickeningly supersized version of the terminal she was in moments ago; despite there being walls and a ceiling, the environment felt as open as any outdoor location, but with the added paranoia of massive things roaming about. Gigantic people and their equally enormous luggage – bigger than buildings, Maxine had trouble comprehending such things. She stared at one such thing then, that which was her date as well as her escort through that dangerous world.

In flickers of disbelief, Maxine faintly compared the pictures of Georgia from her phone up to the giant in front of her – the giant that carried her, within the confines of a water bottle cap, gripped in a circle-shaped pinch of fingers. The plastic platform teetered terribly with every footstep, rattling Maxine as she clung to the edge with both arms; it was better, she assumed, than being held bare-handedly and tumbling through wrinkles of a palm, possibly into the crevices between fingers. She was surprised terminal staff would even allow a small to be carried in such a safeless fashion, but that was the low regard with which giants had for beings so much tinier than them, especially those that voluntarily opted into their scale of world. Discouragement ran cold through Maxine’s veins, struggling to accept the facts of the date she had been anticipating all week long – in hindsight, she figured it had all been too good to be true.

“You look amazing, by the way~” Georgia’s compliment buzzed through Maxine, distracting her from that well of regret; though they both used bluetooth earpieces to seamlessly speak to one another, a giant’s volume was certainly loud enough to be heard regardless. Her head tilted curiously down at the millimeters-tall person in her possession, smiling softly as she examined the bottle cap’s passenger more closely. “Is that a ribbon in your hair? I love it!” She spoke unaware of how overwhelming her expressions were; her voice was rumbling and her stare was paralyzing, regardless of the affection she intended. “So cute– ahah, shit, I’m so sorry…!”

Maxine lifted her head, not expecting to hear such a nervous, broken laugh. Though admittedly tranced out of the moment, she stuttered back into the present, brushing gingerly through her hair and adjusting her earpiece. “Oh, th-thank you,” she said, scanning Georgia in blinks, “y-you look wonderful as well… I, um, love your nails…” She pointed to the manicured tips that fenced around the lid, each grown long and painted a flashy red. Otherwise, only so much of Georgia could be observed at once; held level with her impressive chest, there was little more of her date she could see beyond her most basic profile, an image of friendliness blown-up to skyscraper proportions and looming overhead. Maxine staggered in her corner of the cap, “B-But, you don’t have to be sorry… I should be apologizing! A-All of this– This is a really, err, funny miscommunication…”

“R-Right, yeah,” Georgia giggled, shifting anxiously in her lobby chair. She kicked one leg over the other, then used that knee to rest her hand holding the cap. “I know, this’ll be hilarious to tell our friends, right?” she joked, but then cleared her throat. “I think we both made a mistake though, heh. I was searching for someone small, but… not this small…”

“Oh. A medium?” Maxine specified, dreading the terminology. “I see. So, you actually wanted a… cross-size relationship?” That prospect tangled inside of her chest, squeezing on her beating heart.

“Yeah! Just not– y-yeah!” Georgia audibly winced over conversation pitfalls, disguising her worry with more laughter than usual. Hey eyes bounced from one distraction to another, rather than linger too long on Maxine; “I guess you weren’t looking for that kind of thing, huh?”

Maxine hiccupped with honesty. “Not at all,” she admitted shakily. Yet she smiled, remembering their messages leading up to the date; “With how much you emphasized being short, I-I assumed you would be shorter than me…”

“Hah! I am short, though!” Georgia laughed – an earthquake reaction that shambled Maxine. “I’m fun-size!!” she proudly declared, before tuning her volume lower, realizing she was earning awkward glances from passing travelers. To them, she imagined she looked as though she were chatting with herself, and not to a tiny woman in her possession. “Well… you’re the fun-sized one after all, huh? God… you’re so small~! I must look like a freakin’ monster to you…!”

Maxine withheld agreeing with her initially; “Th-That’s not true,” she explained hastily, “you really do look beautiful, I-I just… erm…”

Georgia nodded where Maxine trailed off. “I get it,” she chuckled, “if you’d rather I just, ya’ know, take you back to your station. This has to be so weird~ I feel so dumb for not noticing something earlier! Y-You even told me you never used a dating app and everything~”

That was an embarrassingly true point for Maxine to consider. Though Georgia might have tried to take the blame, it was ultimately her blunder for overlooking the quality of size in her partner’s bio – Georgia was not as wrong to make that kind of mistake, looking for that dynamic of relationship to begin with. The thought made Maxine nearly as dizzy as the height she was being held at; What a strange thing for anyone to want, she wondered, a partner small enough to be put into a pocket… o-or, small enough to be swallowed…

She had heard the horror stories before, though how common they were on the news had dulled the impact of each occurrence. There was so little regard for the sanctity of tinier-sized lives, to the extent that giants regularly got away with tormenting mediums and smalls alike. Entire cities could be bulldozed and cratered for fun, yet the worst penalty for the offenders would be a fine plus community service – punishments only just steep enough to dissuade causing harm too casually. Justice was served even less reliably for the smallest of humans, if worthwhile authorities bothered at all. The most chilling stories Maxine remembered were reports of people being eaten, a trend amongst college-aged giants that blew up in popularity; looking back up at Georgia and considering her youthfulness spun all of Maxine’s emotions into a whirlpool – a vortex that rushed fast and consumed her thoughts, even her fantasies.

There’s… no way she would be like that, Maxine told her unconvinced self. She’s a sweetheart… and she’s looking for a relationship… She wouldn’t eat anyone. But she could imagine it happening, scenes playing out in her mind that terribly betrayed Georgia’s sugary personality. To be eaten by someone that bubbly and kind would be humiliating, yet there was nothing to prevent it; if Georgia wished for it, Maxine could be tilted into her mouth and swallowed as easily as a pill. The fact that it could happen from someone so girly and gorgeous, however, made the concept blazingly enticing for Maxine to dwell on – though absolutely terrifying, there was no denying the swell of excitement that electrified her, a sensation of submission that ran hot and fast around her core. She would never, she told herself again, b-but if she did… I wouldn’t want to miss seeing it happen…

“Actually– ah…” Maxine spoke up, ending a silence she only just realized was prolonged. Her legs shifted shyly on the plastic surface as she gathered the courage to look up at the gigantic woman, whose thick lashes flickered back down with curiosity. “A-After coming all this way, I wouldn’t mind doing some sightseeing…” Feeling too warm, she stopped to breathe. “We could still go on that date– th-that is, if you’re okay with, um, carrying me around.”

“Ooh, you want to see some super-big stuff, huh?” Georgia grinned, visibly brightened by the proposal no matter how she tried to play herself cool. “Heh, are you sure? Because, like, things are really big out here. I’m still not over how little a small actually is~!” She lifted Maxine close under her vision, level with the tip of her nose where there was no risk of her breaths blowing her date away. Her gaze narrowed into a tight squint, focused solely on Maxine’s trembling shape; “You are so freakin’ adorable, Maxine…! Awww…! Oh my god, I still have so many things to ask you about!”

Maxine struggled to keep herself settled well in her seat, enduring waves of enthusiasm rippling through Georgia’s mountainous body. She was nearly flung onto the nose she was lifted towards, stumbling forward to that edge of the lid and made that much closer to those humongous eyes. Though the affection was surely overwhelming, Maxine definitely did not deflect it, even grateful that her disheveled appearance could be overlooked. She still tried to keep her hair pushed into style as she fumbled to respond, “Let’s, erm, find somewhere to talk then! Somewhere that isn’t so… bustling, perhaps?”

Capital Terminal offered a variety of businesses to serve the needs and wants of its many travelers. Shops and restaurants could be found along the walls of every wing, laid out like a shopping mall and buzzing with just as much traffic. As with the rest of the terminal, these businesses were designed to allow all sizes of customers, though there were appropriately smaller versions of each store accessible to just those sizes – it was a choice for normals and smalls to venture out into places bigger than their own. Maxine, having never stepped into bigger territories until then, was in awe of the vibrant hugeness, so many logos and brands still recognizable despite their blown-up status; she had already been impressed by Capital Terminal’s size, but these giant proportions were outright breathtaking.

For enjoying quiet conversation, there was no better place at the terminal than the Traveler’s Lounge, a cafe-bar hybrid that had only brisk amounts of business during the midday. Georgia fluttered towards the aroma of coffee, rumbling Maxine to the edges of her plastic platform as she approached the front. A giant-sized waitress greeted Georgia and initially guided her to a table for one – until Georgia pointed to her tiny-sized guest, earning an apology from the employee before she redirected the couple elsewhere. Maxine was as stiff as she could afford to be in the lid, submitting to her role as a tiny passenger between two greater beings; when she wondered why the table even mattered, she swallowed the question and allowed Georgia to settle into a booth uninterrupted.

“So you’ve never been to a cross-sized place?” Georgia asked, springing into conversation as soon as she was seated and her date was set onto the table. She glanced around the cafe, noting details that were too far for Maxine to comprehend; she looked for any other parties of mixed sizes, but it seemed they were the only ones. “I go to places like this with my sister sometimes. She’s dating a medium and it’s sooo cool how they, like, accommodate her!”

Now that she was no longer being rocked around by every step, Maxine had the chance to prime herself for the date, brushing down her hair and flattening out her new dress. She paused her ritual when Georgia brought up her sister, slowed by the detail that she was in a cross-sized relationship. She weakly looked up at Georgia, but that steep angle from the table was harsh to maintain for long; “Is that what encouraged you to look for someone, uh, non-giant?”

“Yeah, actually!” Georgia confessed. “She and Heather have so much fun together, they won’t shut up sometimes! They totally have a connection that’s just different from same-sizes, ya’ know? They’re so freakin’ adorable – I bet Heather will flip out when she sees you! She loves ti– err, p-people your size…!”

Maxine chuckled, half from amusement and half from worry. “Mm, I don’t think I personally know anyone dating outside their scale,” she replied, mentally scrolling through a list of coworkers and family members, all of which she found something to be jealous about. “How did Heather and her partner meet? Business?”

“Oh… Not business at all,” Georgia scoffed, turning her attention anywhere else but Maxine. “It’s… a crazy story,” she waved aside, “b-but they’re very happy with each other! Th-That’s what’s important, right?”

The ting-ting noise of a bell interrupted the awkward conversation. Coming close to Georgia’s table was a trolley that rode along the wall, just above the height of counters; a medium-sized vehicle, piloted by a medium-sized pair of waitresses. Their ring of announcement took both women’s attention as they came to a tidy stop at their booth. Whereas Georgia was delighted over the scale-model size of the trolley, Maxine trembled at its arrival, shying into the corner of her plastic lid when the two huge women stepped down – huge only to her, they themselves looked nervously up at the actual giant while there to provide them service.

The first matter was to provide appropriate seating arrangement for the small-sized guest. One of the waitresses held as much in her hands before crouching down to set it up: a miniature table for one, complete with a chair and dining ware, positioned in the very middle of Georgia’s table. Maxine studied them carefully as she cautiously stepped outside the bottle cap, dizzied by the image of such tall women at work, while the backdrop itself was an even bigger woman sitting in wait; she wondered how common it was for the employees to have to manage multi-sized customers, and so she assumed from their mildly disgruntled expressions that it was somewhat unusual to prepare for. Yet they were prepared, implying that business between different sizes was real. As uncomfortable as Maxine felt to burden the waitresses, it was reassuring that her date with a giant was not so unusual.

But shortly after being seated within their seating, their steepness of differences flashed back onto Maxine. She looked up to the sound of a camera shutter, having had her picture taken from up above; Georgia giggled as she snapped another shot, “That is soo cute! It’s soo much tinier than the tables Desiree gets! Heather is going to love this…!” After enjoying the picture for herself enough, she turned her phone to face Maxine – the obelisk that it was, huge and heavy gripped by all five fingers. “Hah– sorry! I just don’t see tiny things like this ever~ Is it comfortable? Are you alright there?”

“Y-Yeah, I’m settling in…” Maxine squeaked, a voice so timid under Georgia’s enthusiasm that it would have been unheard without the bluetooth earpieces. She was similarly hard to notice in Georgia’s photo, which depicted the diminutive table as especially small with salt and pepper shakers included for scale. “...Wow. You can, um, barely see me…”

“Aw, if you zoom-in, you can see yourself!” Georgia explained, doing just that for Maxine’s sake before turning her phone back towards herself. “I’m sending that one to Heather, though! I wonder what she’s going to think~” She clacked away a quick message before placing her phone face-down on the table – near enough to Maxine that she compared its size to that of a sports field. “If I don’t stop now, I’ll never stop taking pictures~ I’m just so freakin’ excited! Oh my god– can you take my picture? I wanna see what you’re seeing~”

The prompt shook Maxine into almost dropping her phone out of her nervous hands. “O-Oh, sure?” she replied, double-glancing at the view she would be taking a picture of. She angled her camera, blushed, and snapped a photo of her date as she posed with a peace sign and pushed lips; Maxine chuckled bashfully, “I-It doesn’t really come out right…”

“Oh, let me see it!” Georgia laughed with enough energy to rumble the table. She contained herself as her phone pinged with a new message, only to unroll into another laugh when she opened up the attached image. “Holy crap– my boobs!” Georgia blurted out in the cafe, drawing a number of looks from other patrons as she subdued her amusement into a giggle fit. “Th-That’s all you can see…! Haha! Where’s even my face?! God, these don’t even look like boobs…”

Maxine breathed her laughter into the menu, hiding her amusement where Georgia simply did not try – a fact about Georgia’s personality and energy that first enticed Maxine over the dating app. Despite her date being boisterous, Maxine felt marginally more relaxed, reminded then of the reasons she was on a date to begin with. She yearned to live more and escape her unexciting lifestyle; Georgia was sure to do that regardless of her gigantic size. Though on the fence up until then, Maxine resolved to stick through with the date like she promised herself, and to appreciate risks a little more.

Hence why, once the waitresses came back, Maxine ordered a beer off the menu to go along with her scones. Georgia had to remark, “Ooh~ a little midday drinking! I’d so join you if I didn’t have to drive home, heh.”

“Ah, sorry,” Maxine meekly replied. “I hadn’t considered that… I-I drink often, as you might recall me mentioning. It’s a bad habit…”

“I don’t mind at all~” Georgia giggled, resting her arms on the table, her fingers intertwined in a ball placed not far from Maxine’s miniature table. “Especially if it helps you vibe with so much big stuff! I’d need more than just a drink if I were you~” She moved her arms again – each mundane motion was theatrical and wide to Maxine – so that her cheek rested in her palm, putting a tilt to her concerned expression. “Something on your mind?”

Maxine crossed her legs under the table. “J-Just getting used to being here, like you said,” she answered, hesitantly gazing across the breadth of the cafe’s space in an attempt to comprehend its scale. “I can’t believe you all have cars. I-It’s hard to imagine a machine that big, a-and fast…”

“Hehe, of course we’ve got cars!” Georgia giggled again. “And trains, and planes! All the things you guys have, I’m sure. I don’t get how they can make it all work.”

“Neither can I…” Maxine scratched at her temple as her observations of scale turned back to her date. She pictured a train, the one she rode, and perched it beside Georgia – a pitiful thing it became then, so fragile and small enough to fit in her hand. A plane, as was mentioned, would similarly look pathetically tiny compared to a giant; even more so, as Georgia was so easygoing, contrary to her tremendous and innate strength.

Arriving as another example of different scales was the normal-sized trolley and its waitresses, ringing their bell as they approached. That vehicle, too, could be effortlessly taken into Georgia’s grasp, regardless of how huge each car compared to Maxine – indeed, if the trolley could be lifted and held in her hands, Georgia could presumably take Maxine and her car in just a pinch between her fingers. There were other topics of small talk Maxine thought to get to, but her mind swirled with those comparisons, relieved only when there she noticed something wrong with the order the waitresses served.

“O-Oh, there… must have been a mix-up,” Maxine stuttered, eyes widening as she saw what the trolley towed in one of its cars. It dawned into view like the debut of a monument: a brown-tinted bottle of beer, icy-cold from the cooler it was pulled from. The lone beverage was bigger than the normals that brought it, obviously intended for the giant at the table; likewise did one of the waitresses exit the trolley with a capsule-sized container in her hand, that which had the iced coffee Georgia had ordered, but made for someone small.

The food, too, struck Maxine with surprise – though that order on the trolley was made correctly, the proportions of food for giants was ridiculous to her. Georgia’s muffin, perhaps the smallest item on the menu, was as large as the house she grew up in. Every resident could eat from that muffin for days, but in a single bite, much of that disappeared; Georgia quickly picked up the treat when she could, digging in unaware of the thoughts happening in Maxine’s head. That bite saw some few crumbs cascade from the height of her lips, boulders of moist sweetness that scattered across the table; Maxine compared herself to the nearest crumb, shaken by how eerily equal to her own size it was.

Hence why she flinched when it was whisked away by a heavenly finger, the flavorful crumb coursing up into Georgia’s lips to the tune of a delighted hum. Meanwhile, Maxine’s food was presented to her by a crouching waitress: a selection of scones that a giant like Georgia would have dissolved on her tongue rather than be devoured and tasted.

While a waitress was near, Maxine called for her attention regarding the drink mix-up, but Georgia soon interjected. “You can leave this here!” she insisted, plucking the bottle off the trolley cart. “If it’s already here, I might as well enjoy it, right? No point sending it back~” But she also looked down at her date for approval, turning to Maxine with a guilty smile; “Is that okay with you?”

“Of course,” Maxine said after a pause. “Just, uh, add that to the bill.” Georgia giggled gleefully; Maxine was grateful that the prices between differently-sized products did not scale so precisely. The wealth from her city planning job was mostly undiminished in giant territory, a strong point of her character she could still show off to her date. She chose to flex that once the waitresses left to fix their error, “Order anything you want, Georgia. It’s on me tonight.”

“Awww~ You’re being way too sweet!” Georgia gushed before taking another impressive bite out of her muffin. “Mmm~ If I’m not careful, I might just mistake you as part of the dessert! Hah– I’m kidding!!”

Kidding or not, Maxine’s spine shivered down to her core. For as much as she felt intimidated by Georgia’s surprisingly casual comment, there was also an electric reaction, enamored some way with the thought of her date actually eating her – or anyone, for that matter. She expected Georgia to be anything but that type of giant, but that only unleashed warmer emotions, that someone innocent and cute could be responsible for devouring people.

Maxine escaped that topic to talk about anything else. Once the correct drinks were brought out, they enjoyed a lively time together, sharing stories and chatting like they had over text. Both women naturally had questions about each other’s lifestyle – despite how much their lives had in common, regardless of their size. Beyond those impressions, they also talked about their similar interests in music and shopping, the latter of which became a promise to do there at Capital Terminal’s shopping center. Though nothing could disguise the reality of how minuscule Maxine compared to Georgia, the date gradually worked through its awkwardness – aided, certainly, by the extra couple of beers Georgia loosened herself with.

Just as much time at the cafe was spent wandering the various stores of the terminal afterwards. Maxine was back into the plastic lid carried in the curl of Georgia’s fingers, but rather than stay huddled in the middle, she clung to an edge and watched the huge world pass her by, as though she were standing atop one of the running trains. She was on an adventure with the wind whipping through her hair, nearly unlocking the blue ribbon woven into it; Georgia, meanwhile, traveled nonchalantly through the wide halls, marveling at the products in display windows. They ventured into a variety of stores, all equipped to serve any of the three sizes, but did nothing more than browse – until Georgia happened upon an item she adored, stopping so fast in front of the window that she nearly flung her date forward.

“Ahhh!! I need those~!” Georgia squealed, stamping her feet on the tiled floor. Her excitement shook Maxine up and down, so soon after that hard halt staggered her. Georgia almost leaned into the glass of a shoe store window; “Those are so hot right now – and they’ve got it in pink! Oh my god…”

Maxine first had to balance herself before she could see just what Georgia was pouring over: a pair of sparkling pink high-heels, its open-toed point emphasized with a diamond stud that instantly caught attention, and with a stiletto styled with detailed engravings. Through the window pane, the immaculate quality was clear to see, but Maxine struggled to comprehend their sheer size – like guessing the heights of faraway mountains or a city skyline. What was unquestioned was the price of those heels labeled beside their display, an extravagant amount unsurprising for luxury fashions.

“Tch… and they say it’s on sale,” Maxine scoffed under her breath. She crossed her arms, “They are so pretty, but–”

“But?” Georgia gasped, gawking directly down at her date in her hand. “But what?”

Maxine chuckled, “But, they would be even prettier worn by you, hm?”

Georgia blushed and looked away, even hiding Maxine under her other hand as she giggled. “Oh, please~ Don’t tease me, Maxi!”

“What makes you think I’m teasing? Go on,” Maxine suggested, “go try them on, at least. Let’s see how they look, and if you like them–”

“I’m going to love them!!” And right away did Georgia skip inside, holding Maxine close to her chest as she hurried around the aisles. She made a quick sweep through the store, bounding straight for the pink heels and then picking a seat to change into them. She placed Maxine and the bottle cap beside her on the leather bench, leaving her there to watch as she lifted each leg at a time to change out of her old shoes and into the new pair. Every step of the process held Maxine captive, from when Georgia’s feet were released to the open air, to when they pushed into their new home, embedding themselves on a then-untouched surface. Soon did Georgia have the heels strapped on, strutting around the bench to feel them out – and just as much making a show for her date to enjoy. She posed with her back facing Maxine and a leg angled mid-step; “So? Do they look good?”

Maxine stuttered out of trance, “Th-They look amazing on you. They look, um…” She winced when Georgia set the one foot back down, sympathizing with the shoebox of papers she stepped into – a disturbing crunch of noise, a dying squeak from under the sole. “...Heavy.”

“Mmm, do they…?” Georgia whistled, stomping down a few more times as tests – unaware how each footfall made her date shudder. “You’d be so surprised! They feel so light and gentle~ Do you want me to find a pair in your size– like, y’know, literally.”

“Actually, c-could you just… let me see them?” Maxine requested. “I just want to look at them a little closely…”

Georgia agreed in a pop, but rather than undress out of the heels like Maxine assumed she would, she instead planted a foot onto the bench. The weight of her step pitted the leather cushion down around it, creating an impression in the surface that sunk the bottle cap nearer. Maxine, too, was pulled inward – drawn forward enough that she flipped out of the plastic cap and rolled onto the leather landscape. When she lifted her head, her daze was met with a pink-colored border: the platform of Georgia’s new shoes, a thin line yet two-times as tall as the small-scale woman. That was simply the start to the monument that had been posed before her, as peeking past the top of that ledge were the distinct heads of digits – finely pedicured toes, each one bulkier than cars or trucks. Between the two largest toes was that striking diamond accessory, that which had been just a small glisten in the display case, but that Maxine now observed as an incredible boulder of a gemstone propped high out of her lowly reach.

Unlike a statuesque monument, however, the gigantic foot proved mobile as it edged away soon after Maxine tumbled close to it. Like a startled animal, Georgia withdrew her heel to the end of the bench, peeking past her leg with an apologetic grimace. Maxine again had to correct herself as the leather ground reshaped around that placement of weight; when she was back to standing, she immediately marveled at the fuller image of the high-heel, then a distance away it could be more widely appreciated. She insisted Georgia hold that pose for a moment longer, worried she might never again glimpse at a setting so invoking – a truly living landmark, Maxine had to remind herself it was only just a woman’s foot, herself a grain-sized existence compared to it.

“...They’re perfect,” Maxine said, gasping from a breathless state. She twitched with obsession as her comment stirred Georgia into modeling the footwear with altering angles; Maxine was almost drooling. “I-I love them, actually! Th-The stiletto, it…” She stopped to swallow and make a coherent thought, her gaze lost in the intricate design etched into the arch shape. “It’s… kind of fierce. I-In an empowering way, I think…”

Georgia gushed over the compliments, perhaps aware that she could squeeze out such comments everytime she shifted her foot. “I do feel a bit powerful in these!” she joked, posturing herself like a hero with her fists on her hips – an unintentionally dominant persona that loomed above her little date. “I definitely don’t feel so short wearing these, hehe~ I might even have an inch up on my sister now!”

That remark of height jingled in Maxine’s head for the remainder of their date – another half-hour spent browsing the giant-sized stores, the scale of which was gradually becoming more familiar to the small-sized visitor. She enjoyed more conversations with Georgia about fashion and arts, grateful to be listened to and happy to hear what her partner had to say, but after so long of craning her neck back and gazing across the terminal’s tremendous corridors, exhaustion had reached her. She could no longer ignore the passing of time, dreading the evening hour when her train home would depart.

But when Maxine sighed and mentioned as much, Georgia’s cheerfulness did not dim – not more than a playful pout and a sneaky smile. No differently did the giant also want their date night to continue, in whatever way it could play out; as though it were so simple, she asked Maxine where she lived, then found the address on an online map. Georgia was excited to point out that Maxine’s city was just a ten-minute walk away from Capital Terminal – for a giant’s strides, crossing over miles of small-sized territory. It was faster, in fact, than the train Maxine expected to take; she argued against it, obviously discouraged from inviting a giant into littler lands, but Georgia enthusiastically insisted, taking her partner as far as the exit outside to try and convince her that it would be quick and easy. Of course, Georgia’s giggling revealed selfish intentions of visiting a small-scale city for the first time, but that was perhaps the charm that ultimately persuaded Maxine into a cautious agreement – a stuttered acceptance to be walked home, immediately answered with a staggering leap forward, the skip of Georgia’s step bounding towards a perimeter of fences.