It has been a long time since I arrived in this family. Apparently, it is made up of three people: my mother, my father, and me. There is also a cute maid named Clara; usually, she is the one who takes care of me most of the time.
I have also noticed that this family is very loving toward me: they take care of me, protect me, and I have never lacked love. It is a rather nice detail on their part to give me all of that.
—Jack, are you feeling well? —my mother said in a worried tone.
—Yes, Mom, it's just that the soup was a little bit hot.
Speaking of them, right now it is lunchtime, so we are all gathered at the table, except for my father, who is away on a business trip. Now it's just the three of us.
—Young master, would you like me to serve you more? —Clara looked at me sweetly.
—No, thank you. What you already served me is more than enough —I politely declined the offer.
—All right, but if you want more, you can just tell me.
Clara sat down to eat again. She is a very important member of the family, so much so that my mother sees her as if she were her daughter, or at least that's what I think. For my part, I see her as a great friend... literally.
I looked at the enormous pieces of food in front of me. Ever since I arrived, I noticed something that was very obvious at first glance: all the women I've seen are giants. They are the size of a large building, perhaps measuring about 25 or 30 meters, at a guess.
At first, I was scared; I thought they had kidnapped me or that they would try to crush me. But as the minutes passed, Clara was the one who helped me calm down; she didn't understand what was wrong with me. So, over time, I tried to pretend to be someone I'm not. That would help me get by and avoid problems with them. I don't want to end up stepped on or crushed in a fit of rage.
—Ahh... It's better not to think about that —I said to myself as I continued eating peacefully next to my family.
(One hour later)
I feel like my stomach is about to burst. By sheer luck, I didn't throw up, or I would be punished, but even so, it's not good to have stuffed myself so much.
—Clara, be a dear and take me to my room, please.
—Yes, young master. Just give me a minute and I'll take you.
Clara was clearing the table; she picked up the plates and put them in the sink. After finishing, she gently picked me up and we went to my room.
—Here we are, young master~
—Thank you very much.
Ahh... It's good to be here. Although this room actually belongs to Clara, since I live in a sort of dollhouse. The funny thing about it is that the little house is highly detailed: it has its furniture, bed, bathroom, etc. A true work of art by the carpenter who built it; honestly, they have my respect for the high level of detail they put into it.
—Young master, wait a bit, I have something to do —Clara said.
—Sure.
—I'll be right back.
Clara gave me a little kiss and then left, leaving me alone inside my little house.
I like it when she gives me kisses; I can feel her soft lips brush against my face.
Now that Clara isn't here, I took the opportunity to write in my diary some of the things that had happened lately. So I went to my desk and pulled out a small book that was kept in the drawers.
—Let's see —I said, taking out a pen.
On my first day arriving in this world, I got the pleasant surprise of just how big my mom and Clara were. On the third day, I was still afraid of them; I didn't know how well they would take care of me or how they would treat me from the day I met them. By the fourth day, Clara was treating me kindly. At first, she tried to get close to me, but she quickly noticed that it scared me. Slowly she earned my trust and showed me that she had no desire to hurt me.
Once I trusted her enough, I asked if there wasn't something strange or if people were just that small. As expected, from Clara's perspective, she didn't see anything out of the ordinary about there being small people, especially men.
Obviously, that threw me off. Where I come from, women aren't fucking massive, to the point where a single punch is enough to send you to the afterlife.
But anyway, I was chatting with Clara for several hours and didn't get any clear answers, although I did discover a thing or two that might help me in the future.
Not finding what I was looking for, I decided to investigate on my own. Unfortunately for me, at this size, it's almost impossible to move from one place to another without Clara's help.
What little information I managed to gather is the fact that men are born small and women are normal-sized, so to speak. Upon discovering this kind of information, a few doubts came to mind: How the hell do they reproduce!? Is it even possible for the women to get pregnant!?
—Damn it! I'm really curious to know! —I slammed my fist on my desk and then sat in my chair to relax—. Ahh... Anyway, maybe the information will be in a book, or I'll ask my father when he returns from his travels.
I decided to take a break, so I put my diary away again and went straight to my bed.
—God... I hope tomorrow is a peaceful day.
I slowly closed my eyes until I fell completely asleep.
(Midnight)
In the middle of the night, I heard Clara's voice calling me from outside my house.
—Young master, wake up.
—Zzz... zzz...
—Mmm... —Seeing that I wasn't waking up, she shook the little house with some force, simulating a small earthquake.
—...!! What the?! Is this an earthquake?! —I quickly jumped out of bed and ran outside. Once outside, I could see Clara waiting for me.
—Sorry for scaring you, young master, but something urgent came up.
I rubbed my eyes lightly to see her better. Now calmer, I replied:
—It's fine, but don't do it again, I almost had a heart attack from the scare.
—Yes, I'm sorry again.
—Alright now, tell me, what happened?
—Well... As you may know, young master, the day has arrived.
—The day? —I looked confused.
—Yes, today is the day I'm ovulating, young master —she spoke with a tender smile on her face.
—Huh? —My mind went blank for a few seconds until I reacted—. Ahhh?! —My mouth was completely open in surprise.
Okay, this conversation got out of control. Why would Clara tell me that so suddenly? Where is she going with all this? Those were the few questions I was asking myself when she told me about her ovulation; obviously I have more, but I don't think I have time to answer them all.
—Okay, okay, I get it. I suppose I should congratulate you, right?
Clara stopped smiling and gave me a much more serious look.
—Young master, you don't understand the seriousness of what I'm talking about, do you?
—...
Shit! I don't even know what's going on! And now she wants me to understand everything all at once! This couldn't get any worse!
—Ahh... —she let out a tired sigh—. I didn't think you would forget, young master, but I will remind you. —Clara stood firm and with a serious voice told me—: Today is the day we will become one and make a baby.
—...
My mind was in chaos. I couldn't process what Clara told me about the baby; I didn't even have a clue how I could get her pregnant with that enormous size of hers.
—What the hell?! Why are you telling me that?! Are you trying to play some kind of prank on me?!
—A prank?!
—Calm down, both of you.
—...!!
Clara, noticing I was upset, was about to yell at me, but from the darkness of the room, a familiar voice was heard: my mother's voice.
—Mom? —I looked toward the corner of the room.
—Son, what Clara is telling you is no prank. —I could hear my mother's footsteps approaching us; the only thing illuminating the room was a bit of moonlight—. I'll be frank. Clara is not just your personal maid, she is also your fiancée and future wife.
—...!!
Now I have a fiancée?! I never expected this! I've had way too many surprises lately!
—I... No... Honestly... I don't know what to say...
—Oh, son... —My mother looked at me with sad eyes; I didn't understand why.
—Jack... —But the one who was hurt the most was Clara. Apparently, having forgotten this very important day affected her deeply.
—I'm sorry...
—No, young master... You have nothing to apologize for. —Clara set aside the topic of the pregnancy and decided to walk towards her bed to go to sleep.
On the other hand, my mother shot me a furious glare and approached, whispering:
—You better reconcile with Clara, or I will punish you tomorrow.
—Gulp... —I swallowed hard out of nervousness.
After that warning, she said goodnight to Clara and left the room to leave the two of us alone again.
There was an awkward silence. I didn't know what to do to lift Clara's spirits. But I noticed there was a pillow on the floor; maybe, if I dive toward it, I can survive and have the chance to go to Clara's bed to apologize, or at least try to talk to her.
Without wasting any more time, I approached the edge of the table. I looked down and felt a great fear of throwing myself from where I was; it was like jumping off a huge cliff without a parachute.
—Alright... I just have to jump and that's it...
I still had several doubts, but if I didn't do it, Clara would still be sad and, in the worst-case scenario, maybe she would end up hating me.
—One... Two... And...
Without saying three, I threw myself toward the pillow. As I fell, I could feel my heart beating very fast; for a moment I even thought I would see my life flash before my eyes.
The fall only lasted a few seconds, but to me they were eternal, until I finally hit the pillow. Luckily for me, it was very soft.
—My God, I just pulled an extreme move; I honestly didn't know if I was going to survive or not.
Once on the pillow, I made an effort to climb down and touch the floor, which was a huge carpet covering the entire room.
—I think my adventure starts here.
A part of me felt excited, perhaps because lately I've spent all my time inside my house and there are hardly any strong thrills.
—Let's go.
I went full speed toward Clara's bed. There were no problems on my journey, until I ran into something weird on the way.
—What could this be? —I got closer and noticed it was Clara's panties—. They're white! —I said, surprised.
I was very curious to sniff them, but something deep inside me prevented it.
—Control yourself, Jack, she's your friend... Well, almost, because it turned out she's my fiancée.
I pushed Clara's garment aside and continued on my way.
—That was close... Honestly, I wanted to smell them...
(15 Minutes of walking)
—Damn, I didn't think it was so far away. —I observed Clara's shoes lying on the floor—. They're huge... No time for that.
I walked around a bit more to see if I could find something to climb up, but after several minutes I couldn't find anything.
—Tch... —I clicked my tongue—. I spent a good while looking and nothing. It seems my descent down here to apologize to Clara has failed.
I stayed thinking for a long time until an idea came to me.
—Where will I be able to rest...? —I looked at Clara's huge shoes—. I think I've found where.
I approached my friend's massive shoes. The closer I got, the more nervous I felt, since it would be the first time I'd try something like this.
—Could I be branded a pervert if I sleep inside a girl's shoes?
After thinking about it, I decided to ignore that; anyway, there's no one else to know. Except maybe Clara, of course.
I climbed for a few minutes until I reached the part where Clara puts her feet.
—Wow... It took time, but I think it was worth it.
I looked inside and it was all dark. The only thing I could notice was a faint scent.
—It's a decent smell; apparently, Clara is very hygienic with her body care.
Without wasting time, I dove inside. I made a few small movements and managed to land well.
—Even the insoles are softer than my bed. I bet Clara's feet are incredibly soft.
I imagined what it would be like to sleep on my friend's feet. Everything was going relatively well, until I heard Clara moving.
—Mmm...
—...!! Shit! I have to escape from here or I'll be crushed to death!
I looked for a way to escape before she stepped on me, so I started scaling the walls of the shoe.
—Bathroom... —She started moving her foot toward the shoe to put it on. I was running out of time.
—No... I won't make it... Shit!!
Clara was about to crush me when she heard a voice below. That last scream helped her barely hear me.
—Young master? —She looked down.
—Down here! Inside your shoe! —I raised my hands to signal I was there.
—...!!...!! —Clara rubbed her eyes and lifted the shoe where I was—. Young master. What are you doing inside there?
—I, just...
Before I could continue, Clara, realizing where I was, turned bright red.
—Young master! Are you...!? Are you some kind of pervert!?
She seemed surprised, but at the same time embarrassed by what I did.
—No, no, no! It's not what you think! Let me explain!
Darn it! I can't let her figure it out! Well, at first I went with the intention of apologizing, but seeing this rare opportunity I took advantage of it... Wait! This isn't the time to think about that, I need an idea quickly.
—Well, young master, I'm waiting —Her eyes showed anger; if I didn't give a correct answer, my life could be in danger.
—I... I just came to apologize to you, Clara. When I saw you sad, I wanted to go to you and talk with you.
Slowly, Clara's expression changed; she didn't look so angry anymore.
—I know it was rude of me to have forgotten such an important date, and I'd like to make it up to you.
—... —Clara stayed silent and carefully took me out of her shoe. She placed me on her hand to see me better—. Is what you say true, young master?
Her tone of voice was very sweet; it was like seeing a beautiful maiden under the moonlight. I felt my heart skip a beat upon seeing her.
—Of course. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make you happy.
—Young master... —She shed a few small tears—. You are so kind... you even sacrificed your life just to see me.
Even though it was my fault for hurting her feelings.
—How about this? This weekend, why don't we have a date and go eat together? What do you think?
Clara, upon hearing that, couldn't help but smile.
—Are you serious, young master?!
—Of course, I will keep my promise.
Clara couldn't contain her excitement, but then she controlled herself and showed a much calmer attitude in front of me.
—Ahem... Good. Since you came to apologize, you will now receive your punishment.
—Wait, why?
—You put your life in danger, walked in the middle of the night without safety... and worst of all, you were about to be crushed. So your punishment will be sleeping here.
She lifted one of her long stockings and put me inside. Then she tied a knot in it and left me trapped.
—You will spend the night in there, young master.
—Yes... —I said, regretfully.
But what she doesn't know is that the punishment turned into a prize for me. I slept very well that night, enveloped in Clara's scent.
(The next morning)
From very early on, Clara took me out of her stocking and let me sleep inside my little house so I could reflect on the risky things I had done that night.
—How boring... —I said while continuing to write in my diary.
Knock, knock.
—Come in.
—Excuse me.
Clara stealthily entered the room. I could tell her face looked a bit more cheerful; it seems our talk last night worked.
—Good morning, Clara.
—Good morning, young master.
Even her voice sounded calm. So far so good, until she placed her hand on the table.
—Um...
—Go ahead, young master, please step up.
How strange. Usually she carefully picks me up and puts me inside one of her pockets near her chest; I feel like my mother told her something.
—Yes, coming...
I made a huge effort to climb onto the palm of her hand. Once up, she moved abruptly and continued her way toward the dining room.
—You seem upset. Are you still angry?
Clara stayed silent for a few seconds and then spoke:
—Forgive me for being so hard on you, young master. It's just that I have some things on my mind, that's all.
I worried about her, so I thought of something to cheer her up.
—I can't let my fiancée carry the burden all alone, so you can count on me. You can trust me.
Clara felt calmer and smiled at me.
—Thank you for your concern, young master, but there's no need. They're just thoughts; I can resolve them.
She didn't want to worry me. I sincerely wanted to help her, but if she doesn't want to, there's not much I can do.
—Alright, but if you feel bad or anything like that, you can tell me. That's what I'm here for —I told her with a little smile.
—Yes~ —She returned the smile—. Well, young master, let's go or your mother will get mad at you.
—...!! Right, I don't want to face her fury right now; it would be very tedious to endure her scolding.
We both went straight to the kitchen to wait for my mother.