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They haven't had sex once in like six months. Pin could be like this, but geez, he's gotta pry about it sometimes.

So when they're watching TV and doing their own thing in the evening, he speaks up about it. "Hey.. I've been meaning to ask you something."

She looks up from how she uses her phone all scrunched up in couch-pillows, blinking owlishly like shes adjusted to her bright phone screen. "Yeah?"

He's fidgeting with his hands and thats how she knows he means something serious, so her face softens. "Is there anything I can do.. that would.. excite you?"

They know eachother so well. They've dated for over a decade. They know every last little thing. "Uh, actually.." There's a huge, heavy tome of history between them.

Pin pushes one of the pillows off her leg so she can shift how she's sitting. "I'd like it if.. I was."

"Yeah?" Coiny shifts too, fully to face her.

"A lot taller." her gaze falls to the cushions between them and back at him, a little ashamed.

It's a specific menory. One time they shared pornography with eachother. Coiny's was pretty normal, but Pin's was.. abstract?

"It's stupid!" Pin covers her blushing face in her hands, so Coiny moves closer and takes her hands away.

"No, Pin, you're fine." he smiles nicely, "Really." and kneads one of her hands.

"Oh gosh.." Pin shifts how she sits so they can cuddle up, and they do.

"I'll think about it, okay? I'll think about it." Coiny puts a lot of kisses and petting on her to soothe her flustering.

Pin is so, so shy, so quiet. She's so terrible at sex. It's so sweet. That one time, seeing the art she shared, it just confounded him.

Wouldn't the position she's claiming to like be dominant? Maybe that's what she wants help with? But she physically can't, not by any easy means. She's too embarrassed to even speak during sex.

Embarrassed, right, that must be why she likes that kind of stuff. It must be embarrassing to accidentally crush everything you're standing near. Nowhere to hide with everyone seeing you. Despite your best efforts..

So Coiny leaves the house while shes easing herself into bed that night. He goes to Golf Ball's factory, which is still underground despite relocating. It's kinda far, because it's a warehouse on the outside of town.

Hopefully Tennis Ball is there, he's easier to deal with, at least he actually talks. Golf Ball is more like you're being talked TO, so.

He's taking the elevator down when the intercom crackles. "Hey Coiny. It's just me here. I'll wait for you."

He has to click the button to speak into the microphone, but he doesn't know that. "Nice!!" he says to himself triumphantly, because Golf Ball isn't here.

Tennis Ball does meet him at the bottom. As the doors open, Coiny just slips through. "Hey, man."

"Weird of you to drop by unannounced like this. What's wrong?" Tennis Ball is positioned kind of awkwardly like he isn't wanting Coiny's company. Well too bad.

"Nothing's wrong!" Coiny says quickly. "I was just gonna ask if you have.. some kind of a growth ray or something."

The idea of ANOTHER favor for one of his friends makes Tennis Ball's eyebrows fall flat. It is NOT a scientific endeavour, and unfortunately, he has far better uses of his time. "Like, a prank?" he grumps.

"No, no! Well.. yes? I don't need to tell you why!" Coiny waves his arms at him.

"Ew." Tennis Ball comments curtly and he's already walking away, so Coiny follows after.

In a storage room, he looks through boxes. He's considering what he should give him exactly. Maybe he should give him something that'll tell him not to ask for this weird stuff anymore. "Uhh, not here."

He leads him to a more active workstation and removes a vial of clear liquid from a drawer below. "Here, that'll work. Now get out."

"Thanks, teebs!" Coiny's gone immediately!

Sucker! Ironically they're both thinking that...

In the morning, they always drink coffee together. Pin looks half awake and drowsy, really basking in the piping hot steam coming off the mug.

Of course she'd love more thoughtful, metaphysical, cerebral stuff like the material she once showed him. He could kick himself for not seeing it sooner.

She finishes her coffee in minutes before it gets cold. She mourns the loss of warmth from it. "Gotta go shower." she says to him after some minutes.

Not at all noticing how he stares at her unceasingly.

He heard the shower kick on.

She likes it boiling hot, so it must be annoying that the water isn't running off of the top of her head like she likes.

Weird...

He hears a squeak of porcelain distantly, like someone slipping in the shower, sounds like she lost her footing in there.

She keeps standing with her feet too close together, and she thinks she's going crazy! Until she can't stand comfortably in the narrow length of the tub..

Then something's seriously wrong. It must be. The shower door is thrown open and she feels her heart quicken. When she braces her hand on the door's hinge to step out, she stares at her hand with wide eyes.

It's kinda close to the top of the door's track. Where she naturally planted her hand.

Now she sees the bathroom differently, this familiar room she sees several times a day, now the area above her forehead isn't in the mirror, now she has to duck under the doorway. "C-.. Coiny..?" she calls apprehensively.

"Yeah?" he swipes vertically on his phone, deadpan like nothing's weird.

She stands at the entrance to the weird-looking kitchen, her hands tightly gripping her bottom rim. She looks like someone poured ice water on her, the way she's trembling and pouting.

She doesn't say anything until Coiny looks up and gets a look at her. He looks.. confused. "uhh."

He gets up from his seat, really playing up the whole confused thing. He circles around her, his eyes searching up and down, her legs, her head. "Hmm."

"Did you.. I dunno, use the new plastic cleaner I got you?"

"Um.. no?" Pin draws her arms up, self consciously feeling over her temple for some kind of texture, like maybe she HAD used it. No, right?

"Well, maybe it's just my perspective." Coiny realizes, and shapes his hands into a camera lenses, squared on Pin's face. His arms are up higher than they should be to look at her like this. He's definitely shorter.

When Pin realizes that her hands snap back to clasp in her front.

Coiny finds it funny. "I mean, geez, I know they say you can grow an inch in your sleep, but this is ridiculous!" He steps up to stand in front of her, and where once his hands settled comfortably in the 45 degree angle of her curves, they now rest on her outer thighs. "You're like two feet taller!"

She screeches suddenly, "No I'm not?!" like she can escape this belittling feeling. Coiny really has to look up at her. His hands are sliding down without being moved, just a little bit.

Pin folds her arms over herself, she can't bring herself to look at him. Her voice cracks, "Anyway, this.. this is a real emergency! We need to-"

"Do what? Cuz all I'm doing is admiring how good you look like this." He's actually reaching his arms up, and they just about reach her mouth. Her pouty mouth trembles.

"I.." Pin feels a little breathless. Her point skirts the ceiling, and she feels the drywall scraped off flutter down onto her top side. "Aah! Coiny, this is serious!" She bends forward just a little bit to avoid that.

The drywall flakes then flutter down into the open air like ashes, then Coiny knows. "I don't wanna wreck our house, and it's not stopping!"

"Okay, okay, Pin. Just sit down." Coiny steps back so she can figure out how to sit without breaking the kitchen table across the room.

She does figure it out, slowly and clumsily. "I can't fit through the door.." her voice quiets, she's so flustered. Coiny stands between her legs, looking miniscule. "It's still going." she says when Coiny keeps gawking.

"Shh, I know, I know, it's okay. We can repair the house. We can pay for it." Coiny reaches to instinctively grasp her hands, but.. god, even her face is so big.

Since the couch is now pushed into the wall, every few inches scoots her forward, and Coiny often has to take a step back. Her point scrapes the ceiling while she's catching her breath and letting her eyes glaze over while Coiny pets her front angle.

"God.. you're getting huge." Coiny murmurs in their moment of inaction. Her legs folded squarely now push uncomfortably against the TV stand and kitchen counter respectively.

"I know." Pin groans twice on her exhales. Coiny looks so, so tiny. He's so cute.

"Let's get going." He pats her front and leaves her, really to give her a huge berth. "Need you to kick the wall down."

Pin looks horrified.

"What? You're big enough. Dude, trust me, you're gonna wanna do it now or you're gonna break the ceiling."

She whimpers unstifled with a pursed mouth, turning her eyes to the wall in front of her legs. She shifts them as the skin has slid on the floor uncomfortably. Now she has to sit with her knees up.

"My table.." she whimpers.

"Dude, hurry up! I'm saying the.. horizontal height of you is.. you're not gonna be able to rotate to like, crawl out."

"Nnnn.." Pin pushes her foot through her kitchen table, grimacing as she feels the wood snap apart. And even moreso hearing the wall splinter apart and crack open. Coiny holds his breath.

"There's no time to go slowly! I don't wanna wreck our house either!" He comes and plants his tiny palms on her thigh.

The wall is now broken open and the soft light of sunrise pours in.

"Okay, hurry up and crawl out."

Pin does it. It looks like she's a cave diver wedging through a tight space, but it's more like she's
one of those huge construction vehicles. Once she's on the dewy wet lawn, she stands up straight. She can see over the roof of their house. She looks around forlornly like she doesn't recognize their neighborhood from this angle.

Coiny runs out and joins her. "See, how's that! Now you have all the space you need."

With one hand clasped close to her, she worriedly sucks in her lip, looking down at him. "Can you speak up?"

He shudders. She's definitely still getting taller. "Yeah." he cups his hands around his mouth, "Now you have all the space you need, I said!"

It prompts Pin to look around again, namely into the toweringly tall pine trees she can now see into. The low, sparse fog of a crisp cold morning settles at street level, and.. she's above it. "Coiny.."

she has to tilt to look down at him. She shifts one of her feet in considering how tiny he looks. "I feel weird."

"Like what?!" he shouts.

"Like.."

Her eyes drift to the roof of their house, she lays a hand on it, and some shingles crumble off. "How.. big I'm getting.." it's really hard to put into words, embarrassing too, humiliating.

If she just presses her hand in..

"Pin, cut that out!!" Coiny shouts. She stops and looks at him with her hands quickly clasped, as if scolded.

This might be getting out of hand.

Coiny looks so, so cute, so tiny. She bends down to pick him up in thumb and forefinger and then sets him in her palm at face height. "Let's go walk around."

"No, nono, Pin, let's stay here." after being jostled and whiplashed so severely, he stabilizes herself in her palm. She's getting so fucking tall, but he's getting a theory that her mentality is changing. Fast.

"Why?" she tilts her head and this makes Coiny fall off her hand, hanging and holding on for a moment, then climbing himself back on. "I'm fine."

"No, you're not!?" he stands up, now really scolding. "Pin, you'll probably.. break the street just by stepping on it!"

Stepping on..

She raises one of her legs, balancing the other. Her focused eyes stare upon her home intensely, now half her height, so she really has to raise her leg a bit.

She plants her heel through the second floor.

"PIN!!" At least in her hand, he can talk to her and feel certain she'll listen! "Why'd you do that!? Our house!!"

"But you said we can repair it.. we can repair the road, too." Her opposite hand kneads her thumbprint into his face, pinning him down flat.

He flails his limbs. Based on the repeated earthquakes, and massive destruction sounds, they're leaving their property. Maybe they're walking westward? Wait, he can use this. West, west is good.

"You look so tiny, Coiny, so cute. I never thought about it before. I wanna squish you, but you're not really squishable."

"MMMMMM!!" He pushes on her massive thumb. Now knowing she's not looking where she's walking based on how she's focusing on his tiny limbs.

His dick is poking out, that makes Pin stop walking. "Oh.. did you like it?"

Coiny catches his breath, gasping. "PIN, walk that way. To Tennis Ball." exhaustedly pointing his trembling hand northwest. This is more important!

"Uhh.." she peers out. Looking outward makes her look back at the path she's taken. It's sobering. She's left flattened craters, and likely hundreds of corpses.

And along the streets, people scream and run in streaking lines, away from her.

"Coiny, what have I done.. I didn't realize.."

she hugs around herself with one arm, and the other still holds Coiny, at least she didn't forget to keep holding him!

"I KNOW! I was TRYING to tell you if you didn't smother me!"

Her attention is already partially drifting, her pursed mouth and flustered face slowly nudges her foot and heel into an office building. "I-it.. I can't, um.." she says this absent mindedly to Coiny, like they still need some kind of dialogue.

At the same time, he's looked out at what she's looking at. They've walked five streets from their house, past a highway, through an office district. Now she's crushing through four floors of a seven story building, on purpose this time!

He gets up fast and waves his arms at her. "PIN, STOP!"

She plummets her heel, crushing the rest. When the building crumbles around her, she shivers. "o-oh gosh.."

Feeling lost because of this foreign sensation, she looks to Coiny for guidance. Just looking at him makes her whole expression change. Like she's considering him differently.

He looks scared and falls onto his bottom in her palm.

She holds him closer up to her face. "You're getting too small."

"Pin.." he has to speak up when usually this would be a murmur.

"And you're taking up one of my arms." she gently sorts her pinching fingernails through his side and arm. She picks him up so he dangles helplessly miles above street level.

Although he's not scared of heights, she won't even see him if he's down there, so he flails and grasps onto the thumb and forefinger-nails holding onto his wrist. "Don't do this!!"

But she doesn't drop him. So what is it?

She tilts her head back so he hangs over her face. Her breath blusters him around, so he has to stop holding onto her fingertips.

"Can I just put you in my mouth?" Pin asks dazed as if she's not about to do it anyways. He dangles haphazardly from her two fingernails.

She watches him, the tiny thing, and his pale face. "If you eat me, I can't stop you anymore." Coiny says with wide eyes, his hand clutching his trapped wrist.

There's the slightest recognition in her face, for a split second, it's ruled off as discomfort and she shifts how she's standing. "That's fine, though."

Her shifting makes more distant, faint shrieking and metal crushing sounds. The wind up here's too loud but it's definitely happening.

Her dilated eyes watch him laser-focused, how he watches her mouth open and tongue push out. He kicks his legs. "Don't do this!"

She's lit up bright purple suddenly with the distant sound of a laser powered on, then they're both plummeting. Pin is screaming because of the shock, and Coiny is so, so relieved. He's never felt more relieved.

They're not made of breakable materials, but the impact of meeting the ground is still a lot. They groan and get themselves up. They're at the edge of a crater, cleared dirt and copious amounts of asphault rubble.

A huge chasm of it. "We're back to normal.." Coiny groans as he gets on his feet.

"Sorry I couldn't get here sooner. I was at a meeting across town." Tennis Ball shifts so worriedly in place. "Are you okay, Pin?"

Pin is standing motionlessly like a statue, like she's seen things. "That's the best thing that's ever happened to me." she deadpans,

"WHAT!?" Coiny puts his hands on his head.

Tennis Ball looks so unimpressed. "You're definitely going to jail right now, Pin."

..........

"More like YOU'RE going to jail, Tenny! Haha!" Coiny punches him: he caused this after all.

Now Tennis Ball gets to look fearful.

"Oh no.. my reputation!!" he turns this way and that to see if law enforcement is here yet, then quickly gets his phone out and rapidly types on it.

Pin looks at least somewhat comforted by Coiny's humor.

"YOU'RE the one who asked me for that serum in the first place!" Tennis Ball snaps at him before putting the phone to his ear.

"Tell it to the judge, perp!" Coiny can't stop laughing in his face about it.

Now they all have to talk to the police all day.