Aftermath of a loss

At the end of the day, I ended up losing horribly to Samantha at the game of chess. I guess I'm not as good as I think I am. I like to blame it on the panic attack and hard day I've had, but Samantha did promise she'll make the rest of the day nice and relaxing. She hasn't lied about it.

"Ah, yeah, this is nice." I groan with satisfaction feeling the large fingers massage my back and good leg. My body lies across the large fluffy pillow as Samantha does her magic.

"I figured since you've had a bad day and lost to me terribly at chess, I might as well cut you some slack," Samantha says.

It surprises me how well Samantha has been massaging me since I'm so small and she's so big. But, you know what? I'm not going to complain. This has been the only relaxing thing that's happened to me all day.

And don't tell me that being stuck in a bra is relax or nice. It. Sucks. And it's stressful. Tell you what, when you get stuck in the same situation that I was stuck in then you can come and tell me how it was.

"You've gotten quiet. What are you thinking about." Samantha asks in a sweet, peppermint like voice.

What am I thinking about? Bliss? The date? I'm probably just letting my mind wander and I'm thinking about nothing.

"I'm thinking about how great this massage is." I lie.

"Oh?" The bed shifts and the massaging stops. I open my eyes and peak over my shoulder to see Samantha leaned in real close. "Is that all you're thinking about?"

I blink, really digging into thought. "Yep."

She rolls her eyes, but all I notice is the little smile on her lips. "You're lucky you're so cute."Now it's my turn to roll my eyes. "And don't give that eye roll, missy." The giantess playfully pokes me in the gut.

A small giggle bubbles up in my throat. I try my best to swallow the happy sound, but Samantha pokes me again. This time I laugh.

"Ooh, someone's ticklish today," Samantha smirks.

"Samantha, you know how much I hate being tickled," I say, but that doesn't stop her from doing it though.

I know where this is heading and try my best to prepare myself, but all hell breaks loose when Samantha scoops me and attacks my abdomen with her fingers, holding no bars back.

I try to keep myself from giving Samantha the satisfaction of me laughing my head, but Things never go as planned and I let Samantha win.

"Okay, stop..." I sputter between fits of laughter. "St-stop! Samantha!"

She finally pulls away, giggling at my torment. Pulling her hand away, I accidentally kick her hand with my cast covered foot. A numbing pain flows through my foot and up the leg like it had fallen asleep.

"Shit!" I hiss.

The laughter gets sucked out of the air as Samantha notice my pain. "Did I hit your leg? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

I hold up a hand. "It's fine. I bumped your hand on accident.'

Samantha frowns sadly, unhappy and unsatisfied. "Is there anything I can do to make it better?"

I shrug carelessly then gesture to the cast cover limb.  "It's not like a kiss will make me feel better."

"You never know," Samantha responds.

"I'm not stopping you if you want to kiss my broken leg."

"I'm not talking about the leg, Caesar."

My face flushes and I bite my lip. Of course she wants to pull that card right now.

I pull on the collar of my shirt. "I'm... I'm not stopping you from doing that either."

She comes closer, her warm peppermint like breath brushing through my hair as I face the large lips. My eyes are glued on the red plush pillows. Seconds later, I'm pressed against the lips and a pair of hands, my face almost swallowed by them. I'm not complaining, but I wish there was a better way of doing this. Okay, I might complain about it a little.

Maybe Willow will make a concoction that makes things grow, but that's probably in the distant future. It's a concept since she did make nanotech so it can't be completely impossible to do. I'd be like ant-man or something like that. that'd be pretty sick!

Samantha pulls away, a soft tender smile on her lips. She says something, but I don't understand it.

I'm buried deep in thought that I didn't hear what the girl said. The thought of being able to hold Samantha in my arms instead of being held in her hands is blissful. I can only imagine the sweet though.

"Hello? Is anyone home?" Samantha pokes me in the head repeatedly.

I shake myself out of thought. "Oh, sorry, Sam. I was deep in thought again."

"Okay, seriously. What's on your mind? You've been so wrapped up that you can't share a tender kiss." Samantha explains. She rests her chin in her open palm, huffing unhappily. "What's the deal?"

"It's nothing," I say.

The frown on her face deepens, unhappy with my answer. "It's not nothing, Caesar."

A sigh escapes my lips and I look away from the giantess, depressed from wishful thinking. "I... It's wishful thinking, nothing else."

Large fingers rest under my chin and pull me back to look at Samantha.  "What you are wishfully thinking about?" She asks gingerly.

I pull away, sulking. "It's nothing."

"Caesar, if something is really bothering you then you can tell me." There's a short pause from the giantess. "I'm here for you."

"I know you are. I just wish it could be easier for me to be there for you." I explain.

Samantha pinches her brows, confused. "What do you mean? You're doing great being there for me."

"I know, but... I don't know. I just... I don't know." How do I tell her without telling her the whole thing? I want to be her size, even if it's only for an hour, hell I'd take ten minutes just to hold her in my arms. It's not possible though.

Samantha hums thoughtfully then clicks her tongue. She raises me up and sets me down on her shoulder. "We're going on a walk."

I hug her neck tightly to make sure I don't fall off or accidentally slip into her shirt. It's happened once before, but that's a story for another time.

"What? Why?" I squeak, holding on tighter when Samantha stands up and walks out of her room.

"Because someone needs to clear their head," Samantha tells me.

I can't say no and I can't just jump off her shoulder. It's like jumping out of a moving vehicle... Why would I even think that? It's suicide if I jump from this height. I mean, I've survived a thirty-foot drop.

"Now what are you thinking about?"

"Jumping," I respond nonchalantly. I don't mean it in any serious way, but Samantha has a different point of view.

Samantha stops dead in her tracks. "Are... are you really that lost. You want to... jump?"

"It's just a thought," I say.

"Killing yourself is not something that should cross your mind, Caesar," Samantha responds.

"Woah, killing myself?! I didn't mean like that! It was just a joke."

Samantha frowns. "If it was a joke then how come I'm not laughing."

I shrug. "Maybe because dark humor isn't your thing?"

Samantha scoffs and stays silent on the way down the steps, and out the back door of her house. She has a huge yard with a swimming pool and it comes with its own diving board as well.

The place has many beautiful flowers, bushes, and trees. A hammock sits under two trees, blocking out the sun for someone to enjoy an afternoon nap on.

"I would set you down and let you roam freely," Samantha says. "But you're leg hasn't healed just yet."

"I got two more days," I say. "My leg is just a little tender right now."

Samantha clicks her tongue. "I'm not letting you walk around though."

I huff, fold my arms, and slouch against Samantha even more like a child slouches against their chair for not being called on. "Gee, okay, mom."

Samantha smiles sweetly and plays along. "You'll thank me later, dear."

Samantha walks along the edge of the pool, heading towards a path I've never noticed until now.

"This path never gets old." Samantha sighs with a hint of fondness.

"It must be a favorite for you then," I add.

Samantha hums with delight stepping onto the path. It looks like we're stepping into a whole new world though. Hummingbirds flutter from one flower to the next, trees sway kindly in the breeze and birds whistle a soft musical toon.

My mouth hangs open. "Woah."

Samantha giggles. "I know right."

It's hard to impress me I can tell you guys that much, but when it comes to nature it takes my breath away.

Samantha walks down the smooth turning pavement to a small pocket of clean-cut grass. It's lush and beautiful.

"Now," Samantha announces as she takes a seat in the grass. She props herself up with her hands and lets her legs spread out. "What was it you wanted to get off your mind?"

I'm reeled back into the topic again and become sour with Samantha for trying to get me to tell her what's on my mind.

"I'm not getting anything off my mind," I respond. "What's in my head, stays in my head. And if I want to share it with you then I will."

"Not even if I beg you?" Samantha turns to with a pouty look on her.

"Nope."

"Please?"

"No!"

Samantha frowns. "Caesar if you don't tell me what's wrong then I will lick you."

I scoff and throw my hands in the air. "What are you? Five?"

A hand reaches for me. I try to avoid it just like I'm avoiding the question, but I'm sucking at both of those right now. The hand grabs me. The grip is loose enough for me to be comfortable, but tight enough for me not to escape.

Samantha looks me dead in the eyes with a stone cold face. "Do you think I'm joking."

"Um..." I look away then back at her. "Yes?"

Samantha pokes out the pink muscle between her lips. She inches me closer and closer.

"This isn't going to change anything," I call up to her, wiggling to get out of her grip.

Samantha doesn't stop until her tongue touches my cheek and actually licks me.

"SAM!!" I shriek, completely outraged that she'd do that.

She smacks her lips. "You taste like salt because you're in a bad mood!"

"You licked me! You actually licked!"

Samantha rolls her eyes and sets me down on her lap. "Quit complaining," she tells me as I try to wipe the saliva off my face. "It's not like I stuck you in my mouth like Alexia almost did."

I shiver at the memory. "let's not go there again."

Samantha wraps a piece of her shirt around a finger and wipes the liquid goo off for me since I am struggling. "Agreed."

We settle long enough for Samantha and I to listen to the song of nature around us. I lay down on the giantess's thigh and let the breeze brush through my hair. Some of the sun's rays shine through the leaves and dance on my face. A precaution to make sure I don't fall asleep.

Samantha heaves out a sigh and lays down on the grass. "So why don't you want to tell me?"

There are not many reasons why I don't want to tell Samantha. One, because it's a silly notion and it's impossible to change sizes. We don't live in a world of magic, only science. Two, because I don't want her to laugh at a false dream. I don't want her to be the one to say it's impossible. It's a fear I've recently discovered.

"You're thinking again aren't you." Samantha then sighs, clearly frustrated that I keep sinking into thought instead of talking. "Fine. If you don't want to talk then we don't have to."

I open my mouth to try and say something to fix this mess, but nothing comes.

Her sour attitude isn't much appreciated here, but who am I to judge. I have the worlds worst attitude.

The branches continue to creak and groan as the breeze flows through the leaves like a soft running river.

I stare up at the branches, letting the soft sounds take me somewhere else.