The Shrunken Universe: What-If?

Becoming the Savior She Always Needed

Interactive Story Basis: A Shrunken Son

POV: Matthew Jacobs

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You awoke peacefully, something you were still getting used to. Even though the pranks that had plagued your early childhood had ceased years ago, you didn't think you'd ever get used to the pleasant feeling of starting each new day like a normal human being, and not a tattoo on a butt cheek, a splotch on a breast, or a digested chunk in an intestinal tract.

You were (and had been for a few years now) at peace. Or as much peace as could feasibly be attained for an affected like yourself, and also one who possessed an almost supernatural tendency to attract bad luck. And that was more than enough for you to be happy and satisfied with your life.

Although, there was also another huge reason why you were so happy with your life...and it had to do with the massive giantesses directly beside you. Your girlfriend.

As was typical, she was still asleep even though it was past ten o'clock in the morning. She was consistently both a heavy and late sleeper, though thankfully neither of those traits impacted your own sleep as negatively as they could have. In fact, even though you shared a bed with her, the amount of mornings you woke up smushed somewhere on her body were relatively minimal. It helped that she was a restful sleeper, at least, who didn't flop or roll around much.

You were lying near her mouth, her cute lips slightly pursued as she gently exhaled breaths of minty air directly onto you. Her eyelids fluttered lightly, and her brow was unfurrowed and relaxed. She was completely content and at rest, and honestly? She looked like a damn angel, the vision of her sleeping there right in front of you no less majestic even though it was a sight you got to enjoy every single day. She was your girlfriend, but more than that she was basically a goddess in your eyes.

Leaving her at rest, you turned to walk away towards the bedside table, from which you'd descend onto the floor. And yet, after only taking a step, the mattress under your feet quaked a bit.

From behind you, your girlfriend mumbled sleepily. "...kiss first..." She said breathily, her eyes still closed.

You smiled. Okay, she's a bit more awake than she looks. Better do as she says then.

Walking back over to you, you threw your arms wide and planted yourself against her lips, your head slightly slipping between the plush masses and into her warm maw. Gently, she cupped your body with her lips as her own way of delicately kissing you back, applying just enough pressure to make you happy (and extremely aroused), before sliding her lips back. Inevitably, you got covered in a bit of saliva, but it was a price you were exceedingly happy to pay for such an intimate good morning experience.

Your girlfriends mouth curled into a dreamy smile as she let out another deep breath. "...thanks Matt..."

You chuckled. "No problem, Penny."

Your boyfriend obligations covered, you resumed walking to the bedside table, descended to the floor, and slipped out of your bedroom to let your girlfriend, Penelope Graham, slumber for just a little bit longer.

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Your first-ever encounter with the giantess who would become your girlfriend came on the first day of sixth grade, the start of middle school.

You'd seen Penelope heading down the hallway, and her demeanor instantly stood out to you. Her petite frame, her hunched shoulders, her darting eyes. They were all the tells of a girl terrified of her new surroundings but also, perhaps, desperate to make new friends. You were also feeling a bit out-of-your-element, and sensed that the pretty, platinum-blonde girl could be your friend. So, you approached her in the hall, hoping she'd see you the same way.

Trouble was, she hadn't seen you at all, and you quickly found yourself crushed into paste under her shoe.

Thankfully, she'd felt you instantly, letting out a scream as she peeled you free and apologized profusely. She'd then tossed you aside in a way that would've made you think she was disgusted by you (an unfortunate reaction some unaffected had towards affected), yet the look in her eye told you it was more from fear than anything else. For reasons you weren't able to completely fathom, Penelope was terrified of you, with such a raw expression of vulnerability it was as if she believed you were about to punish her.

In fact, after tossing you aside, Penelope had half-turned in an attempt to run down the hallway away from you. And in that moment, you noticed several things about her.

You noticed her trembling lip. You noticed the tears welling in her eyes. You noticed the red-hot flush of embarrassment and shame in her cheeks. You noticed her clenched fist, the first sign of brewing anger. You noticed the horrified glint in her eye, the sign that this moment was about to become an extremely negative, formative core memory for this twelve-year-old girl. And as you noticed all of those things, time itself seemed to slow down.

Somehow, impossibly, it felt like two futures were playing out before your eyes in that frozen moment.

In one, you remained silent and still, letting Penelope run off. Alone, she'd stew in her feelings of terror, embarrassment, humiliation, shame, and anger, and all of those conflicting feelings would morph together into an ugly mess that would, in all likelihood, spell disaster for you. Some of the girl's expressions had reminded you of your cruel younger sister, Jenna, and the last thing you needed as another Jenna. Especially a girl who somehow seemed both more pitiable and more potentially dangerous (given she wasn't related to you like your prank-loving sister).

And in the other future...you made a different choice. And that future was the one you seized in that moment.

Shouting out loudly, you begged Penelope to not run off, quickly and soothingly assuring her that you weren't angry, you weren't upset, you weren't bothered, and that you actually wanted to be friends. You introduced yourself as Matthew Jacobs, told her she could just call you 'Matt', and then asked for her own name.

For over two minutes, Penelope had stared at you in complete abject silence, her eyes wide with confusion and her small body trembling with some sort of mix of emotions and thoughts. Eventually, she'd finally smiled and soft, gentle smile, and told you her full name of 'Penelope Graham', but how she'd always kinda wanted a close friend who would call her 'Penny' instead.

So, of course, you promptly referred to her by that name and re-extended your offer of friendship, and the way her face had lit up with delight was permanently etched into your brain was one of the happiest things your eyes had ever laid witness to.

From there, your friendship was assured, and dating followed relatively soon after. Not that two twelve-year-olds knew exactly what they were doing in the romantic department, so it was mostly her cradling you in her palm, or a few awkward kisses ever so often for those first few years. But you and Penelope had become inseparable, spending all of your time at school together, and almost all of your time outside of school together. And joined as one, you each made one another stronger.

Your confidence and bravery helped Penelope to come out of her shell and start being more vibrant and lively, boosting her academic success as well as her social skills. And with her improved social skills came a bevy of new unaffected friends who, in turn, became friends with you as well. It could be hard for affected to make friends, so you gladly welcomed increasing your own social circle thanks to Penelope. And alongside that, Penelope made great strides in protecting you from anyone who would wish you harm, or just your own bad luck leading to accidents. She was remarkably adept at saving you, and other tinies too.

Those saving skills extended to your home life as well, as Penelope quickly found herself practically a mainstay at your home.

Your mother, Lauren, took to Penelope instantly, practically treating the girl like a new daughter (though not to the extent that it made things weird with how you and Penelope were dating). And Penelope was able to serve as a good influence on your mother, who over the past few years had started to get just a bit more lax and careless around you, leading to many mishaps. Alongside this, the Center for Tiny Care had started to seed a few troublesome thoughts in your mother's head, and Penelope was also able to help snuff those out and keep your mother as loving as always...if still a bit overprotective (though Penelope helped you to appreciate your mother's overprotectiveness more than you had in the past).

More pressingly, Penelope had been a god-send when it came to Jenna.

Your younger sister had tormented you relentlessly for years ever since realizing how powerless you were to stop her thanks to you being a tiny. You couldn't completely fathom the grudge she held against you, but what mattered more was that she delighted in screwing you over and was tireless in doing so. Your loving mother was one of Jenna's favorite targets to manipulate into unknowingly abusing you, with your Aunt Cass as a close second. And neither woman saw Jenna was anything other than a perfect angel, thus they remained oblivious to Jenna's machinations and the root cause of your 'frequent little mishaps'.

Penelope, however, was Jenna's equal in the cunning department, and sniffed out her doing instantly. Not willing to let the abuse of her tiny boyfriend slide, she'd confronted your sister early into dating. Jenna had angrily pushed back, so Penelope had shifted tact, instead talking to Jenna alone one day for hours and hours. You'd sat in the living room (then been sat on by your unaware mother) while wondering what they were discussing. Finally, they emerged, your little sister's eyes red and puffy from crying.

Sobbing, she confessed to your mother about all of the horrible things she'd done to you over the past few years, and admitted the whole grudge had started because she blamed you for stealing all of the love, attention, and care she'd been craving her whole life. Jenna admitted to spending years of her early childhood feeling like a neglected child everyone ignored, and that she had let it go too far and for too long in terms of punishing you for the role she believed you'd played in all of that. And while she was correct that you'd been a bit of a brat in terms of not appreciating the love and attention you received, Jenna ultimately admitted you weren't at fault, apologizing directly to you.

Obviously, that whole moment led to lots of tears, hugging, and repaired relationships across the board. But the effects moving onward from that moment? Not having Jenna figuratively (and sometimes literally) looming over you like a sadistic shadow waiting to screw you over? It was an immense load off of your shoulders, and one that greatly improved your quality of life. In fact, Jenna joined your girlfriend in being a stalwart protector of both you and tinies in general.

Sure, sometimes Jenna still launched a little prank or two, but this time they were all in good fun, happened rarely, and were over quickly (baring the extremely rare moments your bad luck kicked in and made things a bit worse).

Honestly, there was only one real standout thing about your relationship with Penelope, and that was that you were never to talk about her own home life. Even a few years into dating her, you didn't know a thing about her family situation, and had never been to her house. She completely closed off whenever you mentioned anything about that, so you'd learned to avoid those topics of conversation. You were still curious, but you didn't want to pry either...

...until the day you noticed Penelope attempting to hide a blackeye with makeup, and you couldn't stay silent anymore.

You pleaded with Penelope to tell you about her home, and your heart broke to witness her trembling with fear and anxiety so fiercely her teeth chattered, your petite girlfriend shaking her head fiercely and refusing to speak. Eventually, you had no choice but to bring in the big guns, and you roped your mom into trying to coax the truth out of Penelope. And it was then, with Lauren's motherly concern and warmth, that Penelope finally broke into pieces and explained everything about her home life.

Her mother, Priscilla, worked an extremely intensive office job with high pay but egregious hours. She was almost never at home, and when she was at home she was so tired she'd just collapse into bed before going into work again the next day. Because of that, Penelope had spent more time being raised by her three older sisters instead of her mother. Unaffected twins, Georgia and Scarlett, as well as an affected named Persephone.

Hearing that the girlfriend you'd been dating for three years at this point had three sisters was shocking enough...but nothing could've prepared you for what your girlfriend talked about next.

Over the course of several excruciating hours, Penelope spared no expense in explaining that her three older sisters regularly abused, beat, insulted, humiliated, and forced Penelope to act as their slave. Your girlfriend explained being pushed down steps, being hit, having bruised or broken bones, having her money stolen, having her possessions stolen, being forced to sleep on the floor, having any friends she made chased away, and having to spend her free time doing tasks such as licking her sisters' feet clean, massaging them, or serving as their footstool or chair.

It was, perhaps, the most hauntingly horrifying thing you'd ever heard, and what made it even more nightmarish was when Penelope reached the point where all her tears were dry, and she just repeated the crimes of Georgia, Scarlett, and Persephone in this soulless, monotone voice. She was so appallingly close to being a broken human being, all because of her sisters and their inhumane abuse. She desperately needed a savior.

Thankfully, she couldn't have asked for a better savior than Lauren Jacobs. And, to an extent, you and Jenna as well.

You, your mom, and your sister put your heads together and thought up a way that you could free Penelope from the hell she was trapped in. The plan involved a micro-sized camera and microphone purchased from the affected-focused tech company, Small Wonders, and attaching the items to you. You would then tag along with Penelope to her home for the night, record irrefutable proof of the sisters' horrific actions, and turn it over to the police. All three sisters were over eighteen.

Though it wasn't the happiest plan in the world, it was the most realistic course of action.

That night was rough. From a safety pocket in Penelope's backpack, you had to listen to the sound of your girlfriend being slapped around by Georgia, used as a floor mat by Scarlett, and be verbally mocked for over an hour by a drunk Persephone. It was the first time in your life you'd come face-to-face with real demons, and it terrified you to think that people as awful as the sisters could exist, and that your girlfriend had shouldered their abuse all by herself for years.

But, you got the info you needed. So the next morning, Penelope skipped school and met up with your mom, and they both went to the police station to hand over the recordings. It was more than enough info to be actionable, spurring a few officers to head over to the Graham house with your mother and Penelope and you in tow. The sisters were caught by complete surprise, and Georgia even tried to bribe her way out of things, which definitely didn't help her case.

And then Scarlett made eye contact with you and Penelope, and in a fit of blind rage tried to attack you both, in turn accidentally hitting a police officer. She was summarily tackled to the ground, and all three sisters found themselves dragged off to jail while screaming and cursing Penelope's name.

Their trial, which occurred a month later, was open-and-shut. Georgia and Scarlett received five years in prison and a subsequent five on probation afterwards, and Persephone received three years in prison and then three years as a community-service-mandated usage-licensed tiny (most likely to be spent as an insole for a police officer, or some similar fate). The sisters were also all assigned extremely strict restraining orders to never contact Penelope again unless she herself initiated the contact, with the threat of a lifetime in jail if the orders were broken.

And it was then, when the sisters received their sentence, that your girlfriend finally broke into tears. But, for once, not tears of horror or pain, or tears of depression. They were tears of joy, tears shed because she was finally free of the weight that had been crushing her for her entire life. She was finally free.

Through all of the proceedings, Priscilla had been horrified to learn what her eldest daughters had done to the youngest, and she completely disowned the three older sisters from any possessions or monetary funding or inheritance. She'd then tried to plead forgiveness with Penelope, who had been slow to give it to a mother who wasn't completely to blame for Penelope's abuse, but wasn't wholly faultless either. Eventually, though, she'd chosen to forgive Priscilla...even if she'd also chosen to leave home and ultimately contact her birth mother fairly minimally moving forward.

Of course, Lauren happily opened up your home, and Penelope accepted. Which was why, from the middle of high school and onward, your girlfriend had been living with you and your family, sharing a room with you. That closeness enabled plenty of opportunities for your relationship with her to blossom and evolve, and in turn allowed Penelope access to the attentions and warmth of a mother-like figured she'd never had, and the companionship and closeness of a sister she'd never had. It set her on the path of healing, turning a girl a hair's breadth away from either breaking or turning into her own terrifying monster, and making her a beacon of light and positivity instead.

Sometimes, Penelope still awoke in a cold sweat, a nightmare of her sisters and their abuse haunting her. But in those times, you acted as a steadfast partner, a provider of care and love, and someone she could rely on for all time. And, in turn, she was that for you too.

Suffice to say, you loved Penelope Graham with all of your heart!

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Exiting your bedroom by slipping under the door crack, you entered the hallway. No sooner had you done so, then the bathroom door swung open, and your younger sister walked out in the hall. Like normal, her attentive eyes snapped onto your immediately.

"Sup, bro?" She said with a smile. "Want a lift to breakfast?"

You theatrically bowed. "If thy ladyship would be so kind."

Jenna rolled her eyes. "God, you're a dork."

You smirked playfully. "I'm sorry, but I don't think I was the one up past midnight last night watching, of all the dorky things, anime with a certain pink-haired affected."

Jenna's cheeks flared up with a blush. "W-Were you spying on us?"

"No." You promised. "You just weren't exactly subtle. And Piper is really loud." You quipped, in reference to a pink-haired affected girl your sister had recently started dating, who happened to have an unexpectedly loud voice for a tiny.

While you were happy to see your sister dating (she'd been a bit unlucky in the romance department in recent years), the jury was still out on how you and Piper would get on moving forward. The pinkette seemed to have a grudge against you for some reason, though hopefully things would resolve themselves soon.

Your sister bent down and scooped you up into her palm. "Fine, then we're both dorks, bro. And weren't you watching anime with Penelope last night too?"

"Yeah, I was." You laughed, prompting your sister to chuckle as well.

Jenna then ferried you downstairs and to the kitchen, dropping you off on the table as she went to fix herself and you drinks. Your mother was also in the kitchen, swaying back and forth to a song in her head as she flipped pancakes. Glancing over her shoulder, she beamed at you and your sister.

"Good morning, you two! Lovely day, isn't it?" Lauren asked, as energetic and sunshiny as always.

"Yep!" Jenna quipped, while simultaneously sneaking a piece of pancake from your mother's skillet. Lauren clicked her tongue and lightly swatted Jenna's hand away, though both giantesses were smiling at their congenial rapport.

Lauren then looked at you. "Is Penelope still asleep, honey?"

"Yeah, but she should be up soon." You nodded.

Jenna shook her head ruefully. "She's a regular sleeping beauty."

You grinned. "Beauty is right, Jenna. I could watch her sleep all day, she's so pretty." You sighed, then blinked. "Wait, maybe that came out creepier than I intended."

Lauren laughed good-naturedly, then set down a plate of pancakes in front of you and your sister. "Oh, your sentiment was nice, though! I think Penelope would be flattered that she's got such a chivalrous and charming little loved one!"

As always, your mom's sappy comments made you blush with embarrassment, but her sweet words still felt nice to hear.

Lauren snapped her fingers. "Say, speaking of Penelope, I saw an ad I thought she and you would be interested in, Matt. It's for a new class being offered at that gym, Focused Fitness. Supposedly, it's a class for couples specifically, designed around strength training and intimacy...or something like that." Lauren laughed. "You know how I start getting lost the more technical it gets!"

Your mom's proposal was intriguing, and perhaps a small bit worrying.

On principle, Focused Fitness was a really nice local gym. Tons of high-end exercise equipment, lots of space to work out, multiple different exercise class rooms. And, because of the kind, affected-loving heart of one of their instructors (a beautiful plus-sized unaffected named Lihua Leng), the gym had even started to adopt a bit of tiny-sized equipment and safety policies. Not perfect, but pretty good regardless.

Still, though you visited the gym pretty infrequently, you couldn't recall a time where you didn't end up smashed or squished before the trip was over. Whether it came from Jenna's pranks back in the day, your mom's general tendency to be a bit unobservant particularly in public areas, this dangerously misguided woman named Ellie who was supposedly a tiny-trained specialist but never seemed to be careful enough, or a random other gymgoer getting caught up in your path.

And the gym's manager, Rio Fuertes, was perhaps the most notable sticking point. She was nice, she was comforting to the exercise newbies, and she was a damn good instructor. But she tended to think that anyone could overcome any obstacle with the right drive and strength, and that extended to affected. The candid respect was refreshing, but more than once you'd seen her lock eyes with you while you were squished to someone or something, seemingly send you a mental thought of encouragement, then leave you to save yourself. The sentiment was decent, but it wasn't always appreciated when you really just wanted to be freed!

Cautiously, you spoke up. "Who would be teaching the class, mom?"

"Oh, what did that ad say...um...oh! Right!" Lauren brightened. "Rio's daughter, that beautiful girl. Marisol, I think? Say, she was in your graduating class, wasn't she?"

"Uh, yeah, she was." You responded, your stumbling answer seeming to placate your mother.

The truth was, you barely knew anything about Marisol, or 'Mari' as she preferred to be addressed.

Vaguely, you remembered her first day at school, a few months into your sixth grade of middle school. She'd been introduced as a transfer student who had just moved to Oakland with her mother. In all honesty, you'd been a bit distracted chatting with Penelope (as you often did during those days when you maybe should've been taking more notes in class), and you'd only barely noticed Mari taking an empty seat on the other side of the room from you, near some other unaffected girls who quickly became close friends with Mari.

Otherwise, you only knew Mari in-so-much as anyone knows another student as an acquaintance in their graduating year. You saw her in the hall sometimes, you had a class or two with her but never directly interacted, and you saw her do extremely well at basically any sport she tried out for whenever you and Penelope would have a date night at one of your school's sports games. On a base level, your mind logically acknowledged Mari as a pretty chill girl, and also an outrageously beautiful one, but she simply wasn't a part of your friend circle, nor did your heart pine for anyone but Penelope with 100% devotion.

Actually, it wasn't incorrect to say that you were more familiarized with Mari's ass than with the girl herself.

After middle school, Mari spent the next few summers with a seasonal position as a lifeguard at the local water park, The Oasis. Several other girls her age did as well, and since The Oasis was just such an incredible place to be during those hot summer days, you inevitably saw Mari in-passing fairly frequently while at the water park with either your sister and mother, or with Penelope. And it was in those circumstances that your own accursed bad luck fused with a trait of Mari's you'd yet to uncover from a distance: a terrible memory.

More than one fun day at the water park turned sour thanks to Mari sitting on you. And like clockwork, she'd feel you immediately, only to get distracted having to attend to her post or some other lifeguard duty, and you'd slip her mind. So you'd jostle and jiggle along with her supple butt cheeks for a few hours, until finally either freeing yourself or getting noticed by a fellow lifeguard. And instead of outright apologizing, Mari would just kinda chuckle, vaguely say something like 'sorry you were too small for me to remember', then let you on your way.

She definitely wasn't one of those anti-tiny unaffected, but her attitude leaned a fair bit more apathetic than you'd like.

Even still, the class at Focused Fitness your mom was talking about sounded fun, so Mari's memory issues and laidback treatment of affected could probably be excused.

Jenna piped up. "Is Mari teaching the class with her girlfriend?"

Lauren smiled. "Selena? Yes, I believe so. Also, I think you mean to say 'fiancée'. The two got engaged just last week, I saw it on Rio's social media post!"

"You follow Rio's accounts?"

"Why not?" Lauren asked, defensively. "Rio is a very nice woman, and I enjoy chatting with her at the gym. Her classes can make me feel like I'm dying sometimes, or just drowning in sweat. But I still like her company very much!" Lauren laughed, and you and Jenna laughed along...even if your laugh was a fraction more forced as your brain recalled countless hours forced to swallow your mother's sweat whenever she'd squish and mistake you for a sweat rag or some such.

And aside from that, hearing your mother mention the word 'engaged' stirred something within you. It brought up thoughts you'd been having recently towards Penelope.

As if your mind summoned her, Penelope appeared in the entryway to the kitchen a second later. Though she slept like a rock, she cleaned up instantly too, and looked as bright and peppy as always. Her platinum-blonde hair framed her cute face perfectly, and making her dark eyes gleam. She had on a trim blazer that hugged her modest frame, and a miniskirt that showed off her lean legs. She was a vision, as always.

"That exercise class sounds fun!" Penelope said brightly, taking a seat behind you at the table.

You spun to face her. "How did you possibly hear us talking about that?"

"The bathroom is right above here, and the floor is thin." Penelope answered impishly, leaning down to give you another quick kiss (a little more strained this time, so you weren't saliva-soaked right before digging into the food).

Lauren put a hand on her own cheek. "Ah, Penelope, darling! You look so pretty today."

Penelope blushed. "You say that every day, Lauren." She said, using your mom's first name as per your own mother's years-ago request to refer to her as such."

You gripped your girlfriend's thumb affectionately. "But she's right, Penny. You're beautiful."

Jenna rolled her eyes, but playfully smiled. "Get a room, you two."

Lauren then joined everyone else at the table, and your makeshift family enjoyed a wonderful breakfast meal together. Everyone ate your mother's delicious cooking, chatted about their plans for the day, and reminisced about some funny events of the past week (Penelope and Jenna accidentally wearing the exact same outfit one day, Lauren misplacing her phone when it was really between her breasts the whole time, and a short stint you served as your mother's insole after she forgot you were in there after asking you herself to clean out a pebble she couldn't reach from the shoe's depths).

After the meal was over, Penelope scooped you up into her hands and smiled at Jenna. "By the way, Jenna, I should almost have the certification forms back from the office. Did you finish establishing the connection with our local politicians, to give us an immediate leg-up after launching?"

Jenna winced. "Oof. It's a little early for all this business talk, isn't it?"

"Never too early in the day to work towards changing the world for the better." Your girlfriend shrugged.

"You should put that on a shirt." Jenna quipped. "Anyway, yeah, I've mostly got that covered. Could probably use your help later on, though."

"No problem!" Penelope confirmed, then she smiled down at you. "And have you drawn up those plans for our proposal to Small Wonders?"

"Sure did!" You acknowledged. "We're all ready to go. Felt super nice to put my engineering degree to good use."

"Awesome!" Penelope grinned. She then waved farewell to your sister and mother, and carried you out of the kitchen and over to the closet, so she could put on her shoes. While doing so, she let out a shaky breath.

You frowned. "Penny, what's wrong?"

She sniffled. "I just...it's so hard to believe how close we are to launching the Fair Tiny Treatment Foundation. We've been working at it for so long, and the unveiling day is nearly here. And I want it to be perfect, Matt. Something as important as this can't be messed up, not when we have the potential to save and improve the lives of millions of affected."

You rubbed your girlfriend's hand soothingly. "It'll go perfectly, Penelope. You and Jenna have put so much work into this, remember?"

Penelope looked wry. "Hey, don't discount yourself, mister. Jenna and I might know how to handle the business and legal side, but your smart and cute little brain has made tons of great progress towards building up our foundation's actual deliverables. We've all been a good team."

"True." You nodded. "But only someone as beautiful as you could be the face of our organization. A shmuck like me would probably scary people off."

Penelope giggled. "You are an incorrigible little charmer, Matt. But its what I love about you."

"Is that all you love about me?" You teased.

Your girlfriend's voice dropped an octave, giving you goosebumps. "Oh, there's so much I love about you."

You grinned. "And there's so much I love about you too, Penny."

Cheeks warm, Penelope gave you another kiss, before undoing the top button of her blouse. Her chest was much smaller than a fair few unaffected you'd encountered in life, but even her modest bust was more than big enough to handle your inch-tall self. Slotting you into her cleavage, Penelope nestled you deeply between her breasts until you were warm, snug, and secure. Then, she buttoned back up, slipped on her shoes, and headed off to run some errands for the day.

As you lightly bounced and swayed with your girlfriend's boobs, you couldn't help but bask in the happiness that was your life, as well as the shared triumph of the soon-to-be-launched Fair Tiny Treatment Foundation, or FTTF.

A thought occurred to you:

Maybe...after the launch party of the FTTF...maybe that's when I should propose to her.

Delighted by your new idea, you settled deeper into the embrace of the girl of your dream's bosom, and looked forward to the bright future that lay before you.

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THE END