Christmas special

"It's fucking cold," I growl through my chattering teeth.

Samantha rolled her eyes. "Quit your complaining, Caesar. It's not that cold."

I wanted to point out the fact that she was twelve times my size and on top of that, Samantha had the warmest clothes on earth wrapped around her body while I suffered with a thin jacket and a pullover.

"I asked if you wanted to stay in my-"

I quickly cut my girlfriend off. "There is no way I was going to spend another minute in your bra. I almost died from suffocation last time."

As much as I love the warm and cozy spot between Samantha's breasts, it's gotten cramped due to the fact that she has to wear so many layers in order to keep herself warm. And if Samantha over dresses for cold weather, then I underdress because I don't want to die of a heat stroke while being squished by two heavy mounts of flesh. Sounds like a blast, I know.

The wind blew and I swear I would have been blown away. I'm actually surprised that I didn't get swooped up like a kite and thrown into the wind.

I pulled on my jacket to try and lock out the cold, but the chattering of my teeth is telling a different story. Gods, sometimes I wish I could change into my bigger size while out shopping, but I can't do that.

Samantha doesn't want to run the risk of someone running into us and start to ask about the random girl following her around like a lost little puppy.

I get that. She's protective and wants to make sure nothing bad happens to me. I mean, who knows what would happen if someone found out I was originally a tiny but actually grew.

In North America, it's next to impossible for a tiny to suddenly become a giant. So it'd be weird if a person popped up out of nowhere and went about their day.

"We're almost done," Samantha says.

We better be! I don't know how much longer I can last in this weather. Snow is literally covering the ground and I'm dying of hyperthermia! Ugh, just kill me already!

'But, Caesar, you're from Canada and it's always cold there,' I can hear you say. Don't give me that bullshit! Just because I lived in Canada doesn't mean I'm immune to cold weather. What about the people who live in Arizona where it's an actual desert there, huh? Are you guy's immune to heat? I don't think so.

"I think I'm going to die," I grumble.

"Oh, my- Come here!" Samantha finally had enough of my complaining and snatched me off her shoulder. The teen unzips her coat so the scarf hanging around her neck puffs out a bit.

Samantha drops me into the scarf, creating a hammock for me. She zips her coat back up.

A fluffy scarf is a perfect place for me to relax and warm my body up. Why didn't I think of this spot in the first place? It's so much better then being wedged between a pair boobs.

Samantha, I love you, but your breasts can hard to handle at times.

"Better?" Samantha asks.

"Yep," I hum snuggling against the warm fabric. "Guess that means extra brownie points for you."

Samantha snorts. "Sure, Caesar."

The walk back to the car was as quick as the wind could howl. It was already started and warmed up, waiting for Samantha to enter.

The brunette quickly hops in the car and presses her hands as close as possible to the heated air. Her rosy cheeks and snow-kissed nose matches the feeling of the weather outside.

"Should we stop for hot chocolate on the way home?" Samantha asked.

"Oh, totally!" I respond.

After drinks, we head straight home to the warm house. Samantha brings in a few bags from the car and heads right upstairs to her room, taking me along with her.

I can feel the chilling tremors shaking throughout her body. The girl must be freezing if she's shivering this bad.

The teen plucks me out of the scarf and sets me down on the desk before continuing to unpack her shopping bags.

I fiddle with the bracelet Samantha's mother, Willow, sent us. It's a new upgrade with the ability to protect and also grow or shrink my size. It works by ejecting the serum, a new and improved version, into my arm.

How did I get this new tech, you ask? Or not, maybe you didn't ask at all and just want to read. But I'm going to pretend you asked so I can explain how I got this thing because of reasons!

Willow has been able to sneak out packages and ship them to us every couple of months or so. It keeps Samantha and Willow in touch as well, which is good. They are slowly fixing things between each other.

The little green light blinks slowly like a heartbeat, which means it's ready to be used.

I begin to remove my clothes except for the bra and underwear. They're also a gift from Willow and her scientists. These help with the situation of tinies growing to human size and ripping out of their clothes which is a waste of material and extremely uncomfortable.

For now, the undergarments work. Nice and comfortable without the worry of getting a wedgie or squeezing my boobs to death, not that I have much in that department anyway.

I bite my tongue and wince under the overwhelming growth spurt I'm getting in a matter of seconds. It's a rush of pain like a bee sting. It's there and then it's gone.

Soon, I'm at my other normal height of 5'10. Man, I've lived in America for so long that I forgot the rest of the world uses the metric system.

With Samantha out of the room, I quickly throw on some sweat pants and a comfortable t-shirt. Now it's time for me to go hunt down my girlfriend. Maybe I'll give her a surprise cuddle attack or something cute like that.

I walk around the house for about a minute or so, but there is no sign of her. It starts to worry me when I start to call out her name and I get no reply.

"Sam!" I call out in a panic.

Now, as a last resort before calling the cops, I begin to open up every door possible and search for her. I'm supposed to wait 24 hours anyway before calling in a missing person's report.

Then some light shines on the subject of what could have happened my girlfriend when I open up a bathroom door and notice the girl's clothes on the floor.

I kneel down to get a closer examination of what could have happened. Then I see it. A small lump shuffle in the folds of Samantha's shirt. My thoughts wander to what it could possibly be.

I reach for the shirt and pull on it. "Sam?"

When the hem of the shirt comes closer to the lump, a high pitched scream cuts through the air.

"Don't!"

I immediately drop the shirt. Oh, my gods. It's Samantha.

"Don't look at me," Samantha says weakly.

I bite my lip, afraid to ask the question, but I do it anyway. "Are..." My voice cracks and my cheeks flare-up. I clear my throat and ask the question. "Are you naked?"

Samantha is quiet for a moment before responding. "Yes,"

That simple little quiet response sends me into full-on overprotective girlfriend mode. It's like a switch in my brain just flicked on and I feel the need to protect her like my life depended on it.

Samantha is scared and helpless and I need to make sure she is safe and out of danger!

"Shit, I'll be back with some clothes, Samantha," I say while standing up.

"W-wait!" The tiny voice cries out.

I freeze midstep and peek over my shoulder at the lump.

"Take... Take me with you." Samantha pleads. "I don't want one of the maids to come in and take me to the washer."

That's understandable.

I kneel back down and collect all of Samantha's clothes, before grabbing the shirt last.

"I'm going to grab you now, so... don't-don't panic." I should be telling myself not to panic.

"Okay, be gentle."

I cup the lump and scoop up the shirt. Underneath the fabric is a shrunken and scared Samantha. She's helpless and scared, and I'm the only one that can help.

I press my thumb against a soft spot, trying to get a better grip on my shrunken girlfriend. It's not the right thing do.

"Caesar, watch where you're touching!!" Sam squeaked.

I remove my thumb from the cushy spot. I now have a really good guess of what I accidentally groped.

My hand shakes nervously as I transfer the shirt on top of the pile of clothes, still leaving my hand over the lump to keep Samantha secure.

I break into a nervous, but brisk jog up to Samantha's room. Luckily I don't run into anyone.

I set the pile of clothes down on her bed slowly just to make sure Samantha doesn't go tumbling out of the shirt and onto the bed. That would be embarrassing for both of us.

"Clothes, clothes, clothes," I mutter to myself as I walk to my own house in the corner of the room. I try to put my hand through the window to my room, but my hand is too big to fit. And if I forced it in the window would break. "Shit, fuck... Damnit!"

"Caesar, calm down," Samantha squeaks.

"S-sorry, I'm just-I don't know what's going on, Samantha," I respond, standing up and brushing my fingers through my hair.

"It's okay, just take a couple of deep breaths and calm down," Samantha advises me. "We'll figure this out together."

I sigh. "Yeah, you're right. We'll figure this out together after I can find some- CLOTHES!" I realized my spare clothes are on the desk still.

In a few short strides, I walk up to the desk and scoop up the spare clothes. "I got some clothes for you, Sam."

I'm sure she sighed with relief when hearing that. I know I did, knowing that she has some clothes to wear.

I set down the clothes close to the hem of Samantha's shirt so the tiny teen can reach them without the worry of flashing me.

I watch in silence as Samantha's arm slips through the gap and grabs the hoodie first.

She pulls the hoodie through. A few seconds later, the girl finally shows herself. She looks so cute in an oversized hoodie that barely hides her butt.

I think my nose is starting to bleed. Gods, she looks so fucking hot even at a small size.

Samantha pulls the hood over her head as if she were trying to hide. Soft sniffles reach my ears which means something is wrong.

Well, of course something is wrong. Samantha has mysteriously shrunken and is scared out of her mind.

I squat down and bring my hands up to both sides of Samantha. I slowly scoop the girl up and bring her to my face.

I pull off the hood to see Samantha's red and puffy eyes then plant a tender kiss on her cheek. "It's going to be okay."

"How do you know that?" She mutters.

"I don't," I respond gently. "But I know that I won't let anything happen to you."

Large tears swell up in Samantha's eyes and she begins to sob.

It's a hard situation for Samantha and me, and the crying is making things much more difficult for me. Our roles have never been reversed so this is new for both of us.

"Hey, hey, hey," I rest the girl against my shoulder. "It's... it's okay. I'm here for you."

I let Samantha get rid of all her tears. It's only fair since she let me cry for long periods of time before I could turn into a giant.

The crying slows down and turns into hiccups. "What are we going to do?" Samantha mutters. She's begging for a clear answer and I don't have one.

"I don't know," I say with honesty. "But I do know you can't be walking around with only a hoodie on."

I walk over to my house and gently set the girl at the front door.

"Last room on the right, up the stairs," I tell her.

"I know," Samantha responded weakly. "Thanks anyway."

Of course she knows where my room is. She stands out of it every day. Samantha probably built the thing too. That wouldn't surprise me, to be honest.

"Yeah... just come to the window to tell me when you're ready," I say.

The tiny teen gives me a thumbs up and slips into the doorway. I go around to the side of the house and wait for Samantha to pop out the window.

The minutes tick by. I don't want to rush Samantha on picking clothes, but she is taking a while. I'm starting to worry for her.

Samantha could have hurt herself walking the steps. Maybe she got lost or is too scared of me to come out. She's probably terrified of me!

I can see why. I have a short temper, I'm super clumsy and I'm not the best when it comes to being gentle with small things.

The window opens up and Samantha pokes her heads out. I silently feel relieved. "Uh... we don't... I... there's not a..." her face is flushed with embarrassment.

I cock a brow. "What's wrong?"

Samantha bites her lip, cheeks blazing red. "None of the bras fit me."

I blink. "Oh... well, that's fine. It's no big deal."

"Are you sure? I've never gone braless before so... this is out of my comfort zone." Samantha explains.

I understand why she'd never go braless. With a chest her size, I wouldn't want to either. She's also insecure about her size so that adds to the factor.

"Comfort zone? I think the whole comfort zone has gone out the window and right into a dumpster fire, Samantha. You're tiny and I'm big. I mean, how the fuck did that happen?" I ask with a slight show of bafflement.

We all know how I grew and I had an explanation for that, but Samantha shrinking? How is that even possible?!

"Caesar, we've talked about this," Samantha grumbles. "You really shouldn't be spitting out curse words every five minutes or so."

I scoff. "Tsk, okay, mom."

"Don't be like that. Now help me out this window." Samantha sits on the window seal. She had picked out some joggers and kept the same hoodie on. Even in my clothes, she looks hot.

I hold my hands under the window seal and allow Samantha to crawl onto them with ease.

She sits down in the middle of my palm. Her fingers brush over the skin. I start to feel self-conscious about how my hands feel when she sits on them. I hope they're not too rough.

Then my small girlfriend looks up at me. "What are we going to do?" She asks in a somber tone.

I breathe in through my nose and release a sigh. "You've asked that twice now, Sam. My answer hasn't changed in the last three minutes."

If Samantha were at her normal height then she'd roll her eyes and push me over, but she gives me a worrisome look like she'll cry again at any moment.

"That's not what I wanted to hear." She mutters.

I bite my bottom lip. Of course that's not what I'm supposed to say. I'm supposed to tell her that everything will be okay and we'll figure this out, and we'll treat it like nothing is wrong.

"Well... I know you want me to be positive and all but I don't want to give you false hope, Sam." I say.

"I understand."

Great, now I made it worse.

"Hey," I say in a gentle manner. "Do you want me to shrink back down so you can feel more comfortable?"

Samantha thinks for a second or so. "No... I think it'd be better if at least one of us were at a larger size. Just in case if something goes wrong."

"Okay,"

I sit there for a minute or so, thinking about what we could do which isn't much. Samantha is completely out of her element so it's hard to figure out something that wouldn't take her out of her comfort zone.

"We could watch a movie, maybe something comedic to lighten the tone," I say.

Samantha shakes her head no but doesn't say a word.

Clearly whatever I do will not solve the problem or calm Samantha, but that does not mean I can't try.

I take things slow when standing to my full height. Samantha scrambles to find something to grab onto. The panic in her movements hurt my heart, but I do hand over my thumb for her to hold. It must the quick movement and the fact that I didn't warn her that I was moving. She's not used to movement like this like I am. Of course, I'm not used to carrying tiny people around so we kind of trade hands there.

"Sorry about that," I say as I make my way to the bed. "I forgot that you aren't used to the sudden movement... or being this small."

"I-It's... fine. Just let me know what you are doing so I can better prepare myself." Samantha responds with a shaky voice.

I'll keep that in the front of my mind while Samantha remains in her small state.

"I'm going to get into bed, so... I'm going to put you down first."

Nailed it.

I set Samantha down on the far side of the bed before climbing into the bed myself. I try to be as slow as possible so I don't scare the poor girl.

Samantha doesn't seem to mind that I take time. I'm sure she appreciates it more than me straight up jumping onto the bed and causing her rocket into who knows where. That's what I usually do when we are the same height.

"You know, I thought our first Christmas would be more normal," Samantha says as we sit side by side. She then chuckles. "Then again, we live in a world of tinies and giants."

"Mostly giants," I say nonchalantly. Samantha glares at me, knowing that I'm not helping at all. "Sorry," I quickly add.

Samantha rolls her eyes. "How did I ever fall in love with you."

I smile and scoop up my girlfriend slow enough to make a grandma look like the fastest man alive, and bring her close to my face. "Because only you know that I'm a big dork."

That gets a giggle out of the girl. "Under these circumstances, yes, you are a big dork."

Her tiny giggle makes me smile like one too.

"Gods, I love you so much," I say.

"I love you, too," Samantha responds. "Oh, since it is Christmas time, I got you a present."

I cock a brow. "Why, I didn't get you anything."

Samantha reaches up and hugs my nose. "Yes, you did. You gave me a lot of stress."

"Hey!"

"But," She adds. "You gave me a lot of love and affection. You gave so much more then you think you did, Ceasar. You gave me some of the best memories of my life and I will always hold them close to my heart."

My features soften. "I'm glad I could give that to you."

"I hope you like your present. I put a lot of thought into it." Samantha returns to the subject of my present. "But I don't think I can give it go you right now."

I snicker. "You might be too small to get it right."

Samantha pulls away from me, she has a large smile of excitement on her face. "True, but I know you'll love it!

I smile right back. "Anything that comes from you I already love."

We lay in the bed for a minutes. Both of us staring off into space.

"Do you wanna cuddle by the fire?" Samantha asks.

That sounds like an awesome idea. "Hell, yeah!"

I hold Samantha against my chest with both hands. Now I know how awkward it feels to be the one coddling someone against my chest then the other way around.

Once down in the living room, I turn on the gas that starts the fire. I grab a pillow form the love seat and a fluffy blanket from the closet then make my way back to the couch.

"I'm going to lay down now, so hold on to something," I say.

In one smooth motion, I lay down on the couch, head propped up from the pillow, and pull a blanket over my body. I lay a hand over Samantha's body and I finally release a sigh for relaxation.

"You're nice and comfy," Samantha says. "Super warm too!"

"Oh my gods, are you getting back at me for all the stupid teasing and boob jokes I made?" I ask, looking down at my small girlfriend.

Samantha smirks but doesn't respond.

"You are, you little gremlin!"

"Shh!" Samantha commands. "I'm trying to listen to your heartbeat."She demonstrates this by pressing her ear against my chest.

It becomes quiet enough that even I can hear my own heart thrumming in my chest.

"It's proof that Caesar has a heart and she isn't a really big grump." Samantha pokes fun at me.

I roll my eyes, smiling softly at the girl's teasing. "Whatever you say, Sam. Whatever you say."

We lay on the couch in silence, listening to the fire crackle. It feels like an old romance movie where the movie ends on a happy note with the guy and the girl cuddle together and everything fades to black. They kiss and make out, all that stuff in those crappy movies.

"I can't tell you how much I love you, Caesar. You're probably the best thing that has ever happened to me." Samantha says.

I stare at the fireplace lazily. "I think you're the best thing that's ever happened to me too. I don't know where I'd be if you didn't take me in. And I'd rather not think about it either."

Samantha hums. She shifts around and I give her the space to do so by lifting my hand just a little.

Once Samantha turns to her side, I place my hand back on the girl and we continue to enjoy each other's company.

"You know this is my first Christmas in four years," I say. "I'm glad to have spent it with someone I love."

Tiny arms wrap around my thumb and the pad on it is pressed against Samantha's chest. "I'm glad I could give that to you."

I smile gently. "Merry Christmas, Sam."

"Merry Christmas, Caesar."

Author's note: Merry Christmas!!! Or not if you don't believe in Christmas, that's fine. I hope you enjoyed this Christmas special the day before Christmas. Unless you guys aren't reading this the day before Christmas. Anyway, thanks for supporting this story and my other story as well! Hope you all have a great day!!