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Counting on Her
🕑 Added 2025-04-12 04:19:34 +0000 UTC"Is this..." Iva considered her words as she shuffled her feet on the spot.
The seemingly giant redhead pottered about the kitchen as she prepared to leave, barely acknowledging the shrunken woman. A vague murmur slipping past her lips. urging Iva on.
The dwindled brunette continued. "Is this seriously the best outfit you could source?" She sounded annoyed.
A sideways glance, a knowing smirk - that was all Iva earned in reply. Her heels clicked as she turned towards her little roommate and set a glass on the table. Nicole regarded her from her much higher position.
"...Is there a problem?" It was barely a question.
Iva groaned, pushing the errant sleeves of her garment onto her shoulders. "It barely fits!"
Nicole narrowed her gaze. "What have I kept reminding you of, babe? Say it with me..."
Iva rolled her eyes.
"Smaller, not shorter." The women said in unison, their tones far from harmonious.
Nicole bent down, affording the dwindled Iva a simultaneously glorious and intimidating view. "Your proportions aren't exactly who that outfit was made for. Now, get that ribbon on..."
Iva wanted to slap the enormous redhead. "Is that really necessary?"
"Not even a little bit. However, it makes me smile - and you want me in a good mood for tonight. I'm the one who meeting with these investors alone now - I'll have to find an excuse for your absence of course. 'The machine you're putting money into backfired and now one of the inventors can barely reach a doorknob' doesn't exactly induce confidence."
Iva felt smaller than she already was, affixing the ribbon in the grumpiest way possible.
Nicole rose to her full height. "That little device of yours can only make things smaller at the moment, and we need their money to get what we need so we can add that reverse function. So, if you don't like the outfit, we can always make you smaller still and find something else..."
The tone in Nicole's voice filled Iva's mind with a flurry of increasingly humiliating notions.
"No-no!" She said emphatically. "This is fine..."
Nicole grabbed her phone, her bag and her keys, turning to leave. "Now, finish your juice and you better be in bed by the time I get back. You might be working on solving this tomorrow and you need your beauty sleep."
Iva looked at the glass, then at the enormous woman who snickered as she vanished out of the kitchen. The little brunette felt anger rise in her, both at the way she was being treated and by the fact that Nicole was right...
Comments
radar
It does seem that Nicole is the catalyst behind a lot of Iva shrinking, rivalry? Excellent renders. Iva your attention to detail to detail is unmatched, like the worn spots on the table and chair; and even Iva's toes curled up. I echo leago's sentiment - what a dress for an investor's meeting.
Mrsenoreddie
Long haired Iva! Great story Iva.
