Reus Village, Ch. 05

For the first time in weeks, Lauren slept all through the night, not dreaming, and barely even stirring. Ever since she had started her unexplained growth spurt, her sleep had been plagued by disquieting dreams and frequent wakings, punctuated at the end by often-painful incidents when she would accidentally break a lamp or crack a wall with her flailing limbs. She had eventually been forced to curl up on the hardwood floor of her cramped apartment, since her bed had been reduced to a splintered heap as a result of her nighttime thrashing.

But her first night at Reus had been beautifully uneventful. Perhaps it was just because she was so exhausted from the dizzying events of the previous day, but Lauren slept so hard that, when she finally woke up, her body had barely budged from the position it had been in when she fell asleep. The bright sun was streaming in through the blinds of her bedroom, communicating to Lauren that it had already been morning for some time. She yawned and stretched her limbs, delighting once again in how much space she had on this gigantic mattress. What had Jennifer said the day before? About the Lavender Compound originally being built for people even taller than she was!?

'16'8,' thought Lauren, staring up at the high ceiling, 'That's how tall Jennifer is... and even still, in some ways, she's still too small for this cabin... that's what she had implied, anyway.'

Lauren's mind quickly jumped to Michelle, and Lauren found herself already getting a bit nervous -- and excited -- about the prospect of further interactions with her 14'1 roommate.

'I've gotta just play it cool,' she thought, turning on her side and enjoying how the soft mattress easily supported her weight, 'She's so hot... heh, and I'm pretty sure I already have a little crush on her... but I can't be moving that fast. I just got here, for godsakes! If anything eventually sparks up between us, then... so be it. But I'm not gonna be making the first move -- god no. Not at least until I get settled in here, and maybe, I don't know... get bigger or something.'

She looked down the bed and shook her feet until they were free of the warm, soft down comforter. Blinking at her toes, which were streaked by the morning sun, Lauren wiggled them. To her brain, they still looked so far away. She hadn't been growing for more than a couple months, and even though she had largely forgotten what it was like to be "normal-sized," that didn't mean that she had gotten used to how big she had grown.

'10'2,' Lauren thought, still wiggling her toes in the sunlight, 'I'm 10'2... and until yesterday I thought I was the biggest, tallest person in the entire world... heh, boy was I wrong.'

Just then, the sound of something clattering off in the kitchen made Lauren start up in bed. The sound was quickly followed by a muffled, exasperated exclamation which sounded something like "Shitballs!" Lauren grinned to herself, finding the sudden noise, the brief pause, and the vulgar but unique curse word to be a humorous sequence. Michelle... there was no doubt who it was. Lauren could already picture what had happened -- Michelle had probably been trying to overextend herself, like reaching for something she couldn't quite reach, and then it had fallen down, or she had slipped, or something or other like that. And now she could hear Jennifer giving it to her, and Michelle dishing it right back. Lauren suddenly had the urge to be out there, to be a part of their shenanigans... to join in. She still had some residual nerves from the previous day, but her good night's sleep had fortified her nicely.

'Plus I'm starving!' she thought, and, with a quick flourish, she threw off her comforter... or, at least, she tried to throw it off. It took a few good kicks for Lauren to get her body free, since the comforter itself had been made for someone who was 16-18 feet, not someone who was "only" 10 feet.

'Ugh, there! Finally!' Lauren thought when she had at last gotten free, and she swung her legs around to the end of the bed and was about to step off when she remembered just how high up she was -- the floor was a long, long way down, and Lauren forced out a little laugh to herself, recalling how, the previous night, in the midst of getting into bed, she had realized that her bed was actually stationed a bit higher than she was tall.

"Huh... that was... almost bad," Lauren muttered to herself, shaking her head at the thought of faceplanting on her bedroom floor the first morning she woke up in Reus. Reminding herself to be a bit more careful, Lauren turned around and gingerly climbed backwards out of her bed, having to perform a little hop at the end to get down once she had reached full extension. She was only wearing an oversized t-shirt, the smallest available, that went all the way down to the middle of her thighs. Still, though, even though her private area was covered, Lauren figured she should still wrap a hand towel around her waist, for modesty's sake.

'I'm not trying to be that easygoing up in here,' she thought, standing on her tiptoes to reach for one of the "hand towels" on her dresser. She ended up having to jump a few times to yank one of them down, and once she did, her head and upper body were covered up by the expanding fabric. The "hand towel," from Lauren's perspective, was easily as big as a normal towel, and she tied it around her waist, feeling that same, familiar ping of arousal in between her legs. Her size fetish... it was awakened by this kind of stuff... the sensation of wrapping a "hand towel" around her waist... just being in this massive bedroom, where everything around her was far, far too big, fashioned with an 18-foot-tall person in mind.

'Okay, Lauren,' she breathed to herself, 'Gotta chill... remember, just play it cool...'

And, taking a deep breath as her heart fluttered in her chest, she reached up to the doorknob (the same height as her head), turned it, and, with some effort, pushed open her bedroom door. Lauren could tell that the hallway was designed to be traversed in a few quick steps, but, because of her "short" steps, it took her a good fifteen strides before she emerged out of the hallway and into the main living space area of the Lavender Compound. Looking to her left at the kitchen, Lauren saw the huge, crouched form of Michelle, dressed in a tight black crop top and a pair of skinny jeans, bending down with her back to the hallway. She appeared to be cleaning something up off the floor... it looked like milk. Lauren felt her heart give another little jump, and she looked away from the huge, tight, heart-shaped mass of Michelle's ass. Jennifer was sitting in an armchair in the living room, dressed like Michelle except with a bit more modest button-up violet blouse instead of a crop top. Her legs were crossed in front of her, with her bare right foot dangling about chest-high to Lauren; she was reading the newspaper, a quaint, old-timey kind of thing to do that somehow fit her personality. Lauren couldn't see her face -- only the top of her head and the outpouring of her long black hair -- but she could tell that, despite Jennifer's imposing height, the armchair she was sitting in looked a bit too big for her, despite her enormous size. There was still plenty of room in the cushioned seat on either side of her body, and the top of the chair rose up a good foot beyond the top of her head. Lauren once again was reminded of how gigantic the whole expanse of the Lavender Compound living area actually seemed. Her bedroom ceiling had been high enough, but the ceilings of the main space had to be at least 25 feet tall.

For several awkward moments, Lauren just stood there in her oversized t-shirt and hand towel, not really knowing how to announce her presence. She felt so small and out-of-place already in this cozy domestic scene that she very nearly turned back toward the hallway, to escape back to the safety of her bedroom. But then, right when she was about to do this, Michelle tossed a huge wad of milk-soaked paper towels into the garbage can on the other side of the kitchen, making a loud plopping noise.

"Jesus, what are you up to now!?" Jennifer exclaimed, dropping her paper down below her eyes as she cast a reproaching eye towards the kitchen. In doing so, she caught sight of Lauren standing there.

"Oh, Lauren!" she announced pleasantly, in quite a different voice. "You're up!"

Michelle whirled around in her crouching position, her short-cropped blond hair getting briefly in her face before she quickly brushed it aside, revealing her gorgeous, wide, green eyes. She looked excited to see Lauren, though a bit red-faced and discombobulated from the mess she had been cleaning up.

"Hiya!" Michelle cried, grinning up at Lauren from her crouch. Even in this position, the top of her head came all the way up to Michelle's neck. "Just... uh... ignore the mess on the floor, I've almost cleaned it up..."

"Had a good sleep?" Jennifer asked, before Lauren could say anything, "I mean, before Michelle undoubtedly woke you up with her banging... uhm... milk mishap?"

"Milk mishap... nice..." Michelle scoffed, turning up her nose at Michelle, "Yeah, nice... uh, what's that word... literary word from high school...?"

"I think what you're looking for is "alliteration,"" Jennifer chuckled, raising an eyebrow.

"Ohhhh alliteraaaaation!" exclaimed Michelle with great exaggeration, her eyes going wide as she nodded her head up and down, glancing over at Lauren as she smirked. "Fancy!"

Lauren smiled, enjoying the banter between the two of them. She found herself wondering if the two of them always acted like this, or if, perhaps... they were "playing it up" for her... almost "performing" in some kind of way.

"I didn't actually wake you up, did I?" Michelle asked genuinely, blinking up at Lauren.

"Haha no, I was actually already awake," Lauren laughed.

"So there," Michelle nodded smartly at Jennifer, before taking one more big wad of wet paper towels and cleaning up the rest of the mess.

"Uh... eheh, what actually... happened here?" Lauren asked, curious, and eager to keep the conversation going.

"Ohhhhh nothing," Michelle sighed, tossing away the last of the paper towels and gripping the edge of the counter, still in her crouched position. "I was so excited about being able to touch the top shelf in the fridge yesterday that I tried to go for one of the penta-gallons of milk up there, and... yeeeah, it kinda slipped and -- "

"Splash," Jennifer finished, smirking.

"Penta-gallons?" asked Lauren, intrigued.

"Oh yes, here, let us help you make breakfast," Jennifer said, unfolding her legs and putting down her paper as she rose up out of the armchair. Lauren watched as she seemed to rise in slow motion, and the next moment, the same as yesterday, she was eye-level with the middle of Jennifer's hips.

"I, uhh... th-thanks, but I'll... I can make it myself," Lauren stammered, having to recover from the renewed shock of how huge Jennifer was. The size differences sure were going to take some getting-used-to.

"That a girl, Lauren," Michelle smiled approvingly, standing up herself. "See, Jen? Someone after my own heart... she doesn't want people doing things for her."

"Aw, that's fine, that's fine," Jennifer replied, holding up her hands like she wasn't trying to impose, "Just let us know when you need help reaching anything, and we'll be happy to assist... oh, and penta-gallons?" She went over to the fridge, opening it and pointing up to the highest shelf, which was lined with huge containers of milk. "Heh, yeah, so we get food deliveries here every week, right? Or... you know... every three days if Michelle's having a particularly intense spurt... and part of that is penta-gallons of milk, like you see here."

"That's... oh my god..." Lauren breathed, staring far up at the top shelf, "That's amazing!"

"Mmmm I bet you were getting sick and tired of all the tiny, itty-bitty containers of everything, huh?" Michelle chuckled down wryly at Lauren. She was leaning slightly with her back against the counter, which was so high from Lauren's perspective that it was even with her nose. Even compared to Michelle's 14'1 (or maybe 14'2 this morning...), the counter was awkwardly tall, coming up to about the middle of her torso. It was difficult for Lauren not to get lost in the ridiculous size comparisons in the kitchen, not to mention the vast, curvy expanse of Michelle's body. That crop top sure was looking good on her, and Lauren could even see the faint outlines of abs on her fleshy stomach.

"I... oh... god, yeah," Lauren stammered, blinking at Michelle's stomach before forcing herself to stare back up into the fridge. "Milk was actually one of the easiest ways to get in a lot of calories --"

"Oh trust me, we know," laughed Michelle, eying Jennifer.

"So I was drinking like two gallons of whole milk a day," Lauren finished, "Before... you know, before Gail came and got me."

"Uh-huh... kind of like this?" asked Michelle, before abruptly going for one of the huge milk containers on a lower shelf of the fridge. Lauren watched, amazed, as Michelle spun off the top and, with one hand, effortlessly lifted the penta-gallon, which weighed well over 40 pounds, to her lips. A series of swift gulps followed, and Lauren could see gallons of milk at a time disappearing from the huge container. Within seconds, it was completely empty, and Michelle winked down at Lauren as she crumpled it up in her hands and tossed it into the 6-foot garbage can on the corner of the kitchen island.

"What a show-off," remarked Jennifer humorously, rolling her eyes, before she blinked and her expression morphed, becoming more serious. "That's actually way faster than I've seen you drink them before," she continued, looking Michelle carefully up and down. "You feeling any of the aches especially bad today?"

"Oooooh yeah," Michelle nodded, actually looking a bit serious herself for a moment. She reached down and smacked her thighs, shaking them out in front of Lauren, who gawked at the thick flesh shaking right at her chest-level. Michelle was powerfully-built, not particularly muscular, but strong, solid, and feminine. Lauren caught herself thinking that just one of Michelle's legs probably weighed well over half her entire body weight.

"In my legs and the bottom of my spine especially," Michelle continued, reaching her hands behind her and pressing them into her lower back as she stretched backwards a bit. Lauren knew that she wasn't meaning to flaunt her assets (at least, not in this moment), but the way she was stretching really showed off her big tits, and the smooth, alabaster curve of her bare lower torso.

'Come on, get a grip!' Lauren thought to herself, blinking and glancing away from Michelle's impressive body, trying to look anywhere but straight forward into the middle of her stomach. She didn't want to start blushing right there in the kitchen.

"Hmmm, the lower spine, huh?" mused Jennifer, "So you're probably about to have another big spurt in the next day or two?"

"Yep, that's what I'm expecting," Michelle replied. "Maybe even more intense this time."

"You mean like more than three inches?" asked Jennifer. She sounded almost nervous... or even worried.

"Probably even more," Michelle said, coming out of her stretch, "Like, I don't know, maybe even four, five inches over a couple days? It's gonna feel pretty sharp, that much I can already tell."

She glanced down at Lauren and, upon noticing that her new roommate had a bit of a mystified expression on her face, snapped out of her "serious" demeanor and gave a quick laugh.

"Haha, sorry, Lauren!" she began, her bare toes wiggling playfully against the hardwood floor, inadvertently showing off her pretty white toenail polish. With a start, Lauren noticed that Michelle was sporting a golden anklet. Had she been wearing that the day before?

"We don't mean to be so serious," Michelle continued, leaning back slightly and doing a couple mini-dips against the counter, "It's just that whenever I'm about to have a big spurt, I get a little... uhhh..."

"Nervous?" offered Jennifer.

"Nooo, not nervous, exactly," Michelle replied, still doing her little dips as she squinted her eyes up at the ceiling as she tried to find the right word. "More like antsy. Yeah, that's the word. Like, pretty excited, right? But also a little fidgety and... I guess kind of impatient to get it started."

"It's just no fun, waiting for the pain to hit," Jennifer explained, looking down at Lauren. "You probably already kind of know what we're talking about, right?"

"Uh... sorta," Lauren replied. "I mean, I get aches and all, but --"

"Jen, she's barely over ten feet tall," Michelle cut in, shaking her head. "Remember, Jillian said that the real intense stuff only starts after twelve feet." She glanced down at Lauren, her eyes going very deliberately over her body. Her next question to Lauren was very blunt and forward, already consistent with what Lauren had come to expect from Michelle. "Do they have a prognosis on you yet?"

"You mean, like, how much I'm going to grow?" Lauren asked, simultaneously excited and unnerved by Michelle's laser-like focus on her body. Michelle nodded.

"Uhm, n-no... no they haven't, uh... haven't really done all the tests on me yet," Lauren replied, uncharacteristically stuttering a little. With Michelle staring down at her like that, and Lauren actually staring UP at the underside of Michelle's breasts, it was difficult not to get quickly overwhelmed. She suddenly felt so ridiculous, standing there, four feet shorter than Michelle, and almost seven feet shorter than Jennifer... it was like she was in the wrong place, and didn't belong.

"Ohhh, right, right, that's their policy here," Michelle said quickly, nodding. "They let you settle in for a week before they start pricking you with needles and having you pee in cups and putting you through therapy sessions where they ask you how it feels to be a giantess freak..."

"Michelle!" exclaimed Jennifer, grinning and shaking her head, "Come on, you were just saying the other day how much you LOVED your sessions with Angela!"

"I know, I know, I'm just playing around," Michelle laughed, stepping up toward Lauren like she was thinking about playfully hip-checking her. But she stopped just in time, correctly calculating that Lauren was far too small for that kind of roughhousing.

"Sorry," Michelle smiled down at Lauren, putting her hands in the air as she backed up, leaning with her back against the counter again. "Horsing around is basically my love-language, you know? That's why you'll always see me bashing into Jen here, and punching her in the shoulder, and hip-checking her... because I love her."

"And I love youuuu," Jen chuckled, rolling her eyes.

"But I... yeah, I can't do any of that stuff with you yet," Michelle continued down to Lauren, "Not that you're not a little cutie, and not because we're not gonna get close... because I can already tell that we are... you're real chill, but you're a spark-plug too... I like that!"

"I... uhhh... th-thanks!" Lauren laughed, now blushing a very deep crimson indeed. She registered, out of the corner of her eye, Jennifer shifting in place; she could have been rolling her eyes again, or sighing, or something else... but Lauren's attention was almost entirely usurped by Michelle's unexpected barrage of compliments, and, seeing as how Lauren already had a mini-crush on Michelle, she simply had no idea to respond. Her heart was beating quite fast now, as Michelle's smile widened down at her, those big green eyes sparkling mischievously.

"I just had to hold myself back," continued Michelle, now obviously laughing at herself as she stood back up to her full height, her big boobs still only barely clearing the counter. "I know that if I horse around with you, it might be fun for me, but you're gonna end up getting hurt, and... yeah, I would feel sooooo bad if that happened."

"Don't, uh... don't worry about it," Lauren managed to laugh, brushing her hair out of her face, feeling flushed with the pleasure of what she had just heard. "I mean, I... I trust you guys."

"Good!" intoned Jennifer, sidling up next to Michelle and putting her huge arm around her. Even though Lauren could see the muscles in Lauren's legs bracing and flexing with the impact, the 14-foot giantess was still visibly weighed down by the easy weight of Jennifer's arm. It wasn't even that she was being forceful, or anything of the sort -- that's just how huge she was, even compared to Michelle.

"We want you to feel comfortable here," Jennifer said warmly, both she and Michelle beaming down at Lauren. It was all rather touching for the "little" woman; in this moment, it suddenly became clear to her that although both Jennifer and Michelle were obviously extremely close to one another, there was a loneliness about them, a kind of pining for more interaction, more friends. Lauren could already tell how isolated the two of them felt at Reus, since they could only see the other giants at specified times and places, for their own safety. In a way, the two of them just had each other... and now, they had her too.

"You guys... you're really sweet," Lauren said sheepishly, almost getting choked up in the process as she blinked rapidly a few times, swallowing the lump that had quickly formed in her throat. She was determined not to get all sappy right there in the kitchen. "I do feel comfortable here... I mean... as comfortable as I can right now, anyway."

"Aww you poor thing, just look at you," Jennifer said, gesturing down to Lauren's oversized white t-shirt and the hand towel that she had wrapped around her waist. "You're a good sport, you know that? But we've gotta see if we can get you some clothes that actually fit."

"I'm on it!" Michelle announced, thrusting her hand up into the air as she waltzed over to the landline phone on the counter. "I'll call the W. C and see if they can bring anything up here for Lauren, before we go to the big dinner tonight."

"The dinner!" Lauren exclaimed, suddenly hit with a wave of anxiety.

"Shh, shh, don't worry about that now," Jennifer hummed kindly, reaching a gigantic hand down to reassuringly pat the top of Lauren's head. "Let's get you some breakfast, okay? You drink coffee?"

"Yeah, uh... coffee's nice," Lauren answered, amazed by how huge Jennifer's hand had felt on her head. She glanced up at the swerving hips of her largest roommate, who had turned and was now opening the cupboard closet to the fridge.

"Oh, damn," Jennifer muttered, "We drank the last of the chicory-blend tin that we've had for the last week..." She turned back towards Michelle, who had pressed the button for the Welcome Center as she stood there next to the counter, her feet crossed over each other, staring at the floor and twirling the landline cord in her long, manicured finger as she held the phone up to her ear. Lauren was charmed by the image -- the barefoot giantess, white toenail polish, golden anklet, filled-out skinny jeans that were just a bit too short, black crop top, on an old-fashioned phone in the lodge-style design of the Lavender Compound -- it was like a shot straight out of some early-90's sitcom, except Michelle was over 14 feet tall.

"Hey, uh, Michelle?" Jennifer piped up, "Do we have any more of that chicory-coffee blend anywhere? I thought we had another tin of it but I don't see it anywhere."

"Top shelf," Michelle replied, pointing up. "Remember, when Ruby squeezed in here to deliver it, just as a joke? And she put it up on the top shelf, just as a parting shot?"

"Ohhh god... that's right!" laughed Jennifer. "Totally skipped my mind! Sorry, Lauren, this'll just be a minute -- I gotta go find the step stool."

"The... step stool!" Lauren exclaimed, hardly believing that it could be possible that Jennifer couldn't reach anything and everything in the cabin.

"Yep," chuckled Jennifer matter-of-factly, sidling into the pantry before coming out with a large, 3-foot-tall "step stool" that rose up past Lauren's knees. "Remember, this compound was originally built for 18-footers, so even I can't reach some stuff... especially when it's put on the top shelf by a 23-foot blond bimbo former Lavender resident who thinks she's hilarious."

Lauren proceeded to watch in amazement as Jennifer stood up on the step stool, rising all the way up past 20 feet as she reached for the top shelf in the cabinet, and even then, she had to stand on her tiptoes to reach the huge coffee tin with her fingers.

"Hey, Marjorie," Michelle was saying into the phone, "Yes... haha, yes please, if you don't mind -- you knew it was coming, didn't you? Heh, same here, I could feel it this whole past week, and I knew it was only a matter of time. Yeah... yeah, Jillian knows. Plus I told Lamont too. Mhmm... so I'll be needing 18,300 milligrams a day, let's say for the next week and a half, just to be safe. Uh-huh... Oh for godsakes Marge, don't give me that, I weighed 1087 this morning, honest to god... and I'll be over 1100 in two days, guaranteed. Mhm... right. No, Jillian won't let me have the strong painkillers, and to be honest I agree with her... history of boozing before I started growing, you know the drill. Totally sober now. Oh really? No, no I just quit cold-turkey. Ha! Yeah, I'd be lying if I said the growth euphoria didn't help... perfect, switching one high for the other! Uh-huh... shut up, you're kidding? Wow, who woulda thought? Mhmm... okay thanks. Oh she's just great! We already love her. You didn't tell us that she was gonna be this hot!"

Michelle looked over at Lauren, winking at her, which caused Lauren's cheeks to flush yet again... she wished she could control her physiological reaction to Michelle, but it was very difficult to suppress the pleasure she felt in being referred to that way. Jennifer had climbed down off the step stool and was busy making Lauren a nice big pot of coffee.

"Speaking of which, I wasn't really even calling about the ibuprofen," Michelle continued into the phone, "I was calling about Lauren -- listen, Marge, we seriously gotta get this girl something decent to wear before the dinner tonight. She's literally standing in front of me now in a gigantic oversized t-shirt... and a bath towel. Yeah, a bath towel. I know! Well, can't you have the tailors whip something up? It's not like they'll be using a lot of fabric, how long can it possibly take them? Mhm... okay great. Yeah, she's 10'2, barely over 500 pounds... itty bitty, haha! I'll let her know. Okay, thanks Marge, you're the best, bye!"

"So what'd she say?" asked Jennifer, who had started frying up Lauren a dozen eggs in a colossal frying pan that was obviously made for portions two or three times that big. "Can they get her something in time for tonight?"

"She said they'd do their best," Michelle replied, sliding across the hardwood floor in her bare feet back towards the kitchen, zooming straight up to Lauren and nearly bumping into her with her hips. "But seeing as how Lauren's so small," Michelle added, "I think they'll manage just fine."

She stood there, hands behind her back, grinning down her breasts at her new roommate. Lauren felt herself melting inside a little at Michelle's warm, buoyant attention, and it was difficult not to get aroused by the multitude of scenarios flashing through her mind -- most particularly, and strangely specific, was the thought of herself wearing the tight jeans and crop top Michelle had on right now, and how huge they'd look.

But she still tried to calm herself down, resolving to keep playing it as cool as she could, and to try and mentally prepare herself for her welcome dinner.

"Thanks, Michelle," Lauren managed to say, "And... and thanks for making me breakfast, Jennifer. I'm... yeah, still kinda overwhelmed."

"Of course you are," Jennifer said sweetly, cooking the eggs. "How could you not be?"

"If I'm being honest, I... I'd kinda rather just stay here with you guys tonight," Lauren chuckled sheepishly. "I'm super-nervous about meeting everyone else."

"Aww I know you feel that way now," Michelle said comfortingly, bouncing up and down on the bare balls of her feet, her hands still behind her back, "But you're really gonna love meeting everyone... seriously, I know you will. It's crazy to imagine meeting all the others from the bigger Compounds. You were saying that you saw Ruby on your way in, right? 23 feet tall? Heheh... just wait till you meet Kayley and Nicole... they're both younger than all of us, but they're literally the two tallest ones here."

"Yeah, Kayley's already like 33.5," Jennifer said, turning off the stove (and having to stand on her tiptoes again to reach the knob). "And Nicole's 38 feet at least, probably pushing 39 here if she doesn't slow down soon."

"See, that's what's making me nervous," Lauren said. "Like, I was already nervous enough meeting you two..."

"And we aren't so bad, now, are we?" laughed Michelle, as Jennifer handed Lauren a huge plate of a dozen scrambled eggs and a big, piping-hot mug of chicory coffee.

"Uh, no... no, you guys are awesome," Lauren murmured, again having to swallow a little lump in her throat. Why was she getting so emotional this morning!? But both her roommates seemed to understand exactly what was going on, and led her gently over to the dining room table, where, after a couple hops, Lauren managed to get up into one of the huge chairs. But she discovered, upon actually sitting up straight in the chair, that the table was at her nose-level.

"Hmmm..." Jennifer hummed, scratching her chin, "Let's see..."

"Oh! Oh, I know!" burst out Michelle excitedly, and the next moment, she had taken off down the hallway. A series of clangings and clashings ensued; it sounded like she was sifting her way through a huge, cluttered closet, and that, in fact, was exactly what was happening. Jennifer and Lauren made eye contact and smiled, both of them bonding over their mutual enjoyment of Michelle's delightful spontaneity. The next moment, she had uttered a triumphant "Ahaaaa!" from the hallway, and emerged a few seconds later with a large, wooden, perfectly-sculpted "baby chair" that looked like it had been specially made for someone 12-foot-tall.

"I almost forgot about this!" Michelle laughed, holding the seat up above her head. "It was from my first few weeks here, when I was barely 12 feet tall! They had this made for me, since I was extra-small, and then when I grew I put it away in that closet and totally forgot about it!"

Without wasting any time, Michelle reached down, wrapped her arm around Lauren's midsection, and gently but firmly lifted her up out of her chair, sliding the "baby seat" underneath her ass before setting her back down again. The table was still a bit too tall for her, but it was manageable now. She could actually eat her breakfast and drink her coffee without having to worry about spilling it all over herself.

"Wow... th-thanks!" Lauren exclaimed, buzzing with energy from Michelle's touch. She was amazed by her roommate's effortless strength -- she essentially just lifted over 500 pounds up in the air, with one arm.

"A little baby seat for our tiny ten-footer!" Michelle teased, ruffling Lauren's hair playfully before turning to Jennifer, making eyes at her as she looked deliberately from Lauren's plate to Jennifer, and then back to Lauren's plate again.

"Oh god..." Jennifer groaned, "Michellllle... I already made you breakfast..."

"But Jennnnnn," returned Michelle, batting her eyelashes, "Lauren's food smells so good! And you know I'm still too small to cook on the stove properly without standing on that freaking step stool thingy..."

"Yeah, yeah..." Jennifer nodded, giving Lauren a knowing smirk, as if to say, 'Yep, this is what I put up with all the time.'

"Plus," Michelle continued, "I'm literally about to spurt out the wazoo. It doesn't matter that I ate an hour ago. I'm literally starving."

"Say no more," Jennifer sighed, going over to the stove and firing it up again as Michelle clapped her hands like a little girl. "I already noticed your ankles were showing this morning, anyway, so... I figured I'd be making you two batches."

Jennifer doused the giant pan with more olive oil and turned back toward the dining room table, surveying Lauren and Michelle with that same smirk on her face.

"You know, I used to be so lonely here," Jennifer said, "When everyone else grew past me, but..." -- and here she stuck her tongue into the side of her mouth -- "Who would have thought that a few months later, I'd be making breakfast for a couple of the most adorable little shorties I could ever imagine?"