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Joann woke up screaming.

In her dream she’d seen Theo point the gun at her, watched her surroundings grow out of proportion as she shrunk, witnessed everything he’d done to her.

When Joann had opened her eyes, however, she was greeted with the familiar setting of her makeshift room. Her mattress was a hand towel that had been folded in half to provide padding, her room was an old shoebox that had a portion cut out to act as a doorway, her clothes were scraps of cloth that had been neatly sewn to fit her frame. Francis had always been good at making customised outfits for people, so the garments for a shrunken person had been a welcome challenge. Joann smiled to herself and wiped away her tears.

“Are you awake, Joann?” Francis’ voice boomed through her shoebox. The tone resonated within her bones and she shivered.

“Yes,” Joann responded, raising her voice to be heard, “I’m awake, just not ready yet.”

“That’s okay, just checking. I’m uh, here if you need anything.”

Joann didn’t respond, allowing the silence to answer for her. Once she heard the deep rumblings of Francis’ footfalls as he walked away, she crossed to her pile of clothes and inspected what she had. She put on a pair of sweatpants, Francis himself had chosen the orange material because of how soft it was, but went without a shirt. It was already a warm day, and it was unlikely Francis would be wearing much more. She stepped out from the shoebox, kept in the bottom shelf of the pantry cupboard, and into Francis’ apartment.

Joann had been over a couple of times when she was normal-sized, in the two months she and Francis had been dating at that point. Four months prior to when Francis had asked her out, Joann had ended things with her previous partner, Theo. She had dated Theo for just over three weeks before he revealed his true colours, and showed up six months later with one of those illegal shrink-rays. No one knew where he’d gotten it from, and worse yet no one knew how to reverse the effects. A year later, Joann was still tiny and Theo was locked up, refusing to say a word. At least a dozen other women had also been shrunk, and there was nothing they could do.

Francis owned an open-style apartment, with the kitchen literally backing onto his living room couch. Joann stared up at the back of the massive beige-coloured mountain before her, once again reminded of her small stature by the couch. The fucking couch. She turned left and began walking, padding across the floorboards around the sofa and into the living room itself. Francis was sat at the table against the wall, scratching his beard and obviously deep in thought. He was stripped down to his boxers, obviously doing his best to avoid the summer heat while remaining modest in her presence. Francis tossed his head back and let out a yawn as he stretched. Joann could hear his bones creak from where she stood.

“Tired, are we?” She called out. Francis looked back over his shoulder and down at her.

“Can’t say I slept too well last night,” Francis responded with a sheepish grin.

“I couldn’t get to sleep, either. I had another nightmare.”

“Was it Theo?”

“Yeah.”

Francis nodded, eyebrows creased in concern. Joann had been awake all night, unable to sleep until early morning, and even then she was in and out. She got some rest throughout the day, but she kept having the same dream and she kept waking up screaming.

“I’m going to have a lie-down on the couch, okay?” Francis announced, getting to his feet slowly as not to scare her. “I was wondering if you wanted to join me?” Joann was startled by this proposition. She’d spent two days in Theo’s clutches, and had since barely allowed anyone to even hold her. Francis always offered, but Joann always declined. She was about to turn him down again, but she stopped and took a moment to consider it.

“Um yeah, okay,” she responded, giving a weak smile.

Francis was steady as he laid back on the couch, and gently lowered Joann onto his body. She stepped out onto his exposed chest and curled her legs beneath her as she sat on his abdomen. Francis propped one hand behind his head and closed his eyes, the afternoon sun gently poking through the blinds.

“Comfy?” He asked her.

“Mmhm,” Joann gave as a response.

Francis’ steady heartbeat was a slow and relaxing rhythm that circulated through Joann’s own body. The slight rising and falling of his chest kept her mind off of other things, and soon she laid back, too. In the warm sun, listening to her boyfriend’s heartbeat, Joann quickly dozed off and had her first peaceful sleep in over a year.

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Joann woke up screaming.

In her dream she’d seen Theo point the gun at her, watched her surroundings grow out of proportion as she shrunk, witnessed everything he’d done to her.

When Joann had opened her eyes, however, she was greeted with the familiar setting of her makeshift room. Her mattress was a hand towel that had been folded in half to provide padding, her room was an old shoebox that had a portion cut out to act as a doorway, her clothes were scraps of cloth that had been neatly sewn to fit her frame. Francis had always been good at making customised outfits for people, so the garments for a shrunken person had been a welcome challenge. Joann smiled to herself and wiped away her tears.

“Are you awake, Joann?” Francis’ voice boomed through her shoebox. The tone resonated within her bones and she shivered.

“Yes,” Joann responded, raising her voice to be heard, “I’m awake, just not ready yet.”

“That’s okay, just checking. I’m uh, here if you need anything.”

Joann didn’t respond, allowing the silence to answer for her. Once she heard the deep rumblings of Francis’ footfalls as he walked away, she crossed to her pile of clothes and inspected what she had. She put on a pair of sweatpants, Francis himself had chosen the orange material because of how soft it was, but went without a shirt. It was already a warm day, and it was unlikely Francis would be wearing much more. She stepped out from the shoebox, kept in the bottom shelf of the pantry cupboard, and into Francis’ apartment.

Joann had been over a couple of times when she was normal-sized, in the two months she and Francis had been dating at that point. Four months prior to when Francis had asked her out, Joann had ended things with her previous partner, Theo. She had dated Theo for just over three weeks before he revealed his true colours, and showed up six months later with one of those illegal shrink-rays. No one knew where he’d gotten it from, and worse yet no one knew how to reverse the effects. A year later, Joann was still tiny and Theo was locked up, refusing to say a word. At least a dozen other women had also been shrunk, and there was nothing they could do.

Francis owned an open-style apartment, with the kitchen literally backing onto his living room couch. Joann stared up at the back of the massive beige-coloured mountain before her, once again reminded of her small stature by the couch. The fucking couch. She turned left and began walking, padding across the floorboards around the sofa and into the living room itself. Francis was sat at the table against the wall, scratching his beard and obviously deep in thought. He was stripped down to his boxers, obviously doing his best to avoid the summer heat while remaining modest in her presence. Francis tossed his head back and let out a yawn as he stretched. Joann could hear his bones creak from where she stood.

“Tired, are we?” She called out. Francis looked back over his shoulder and down at her.

“Can’t say I slept too well last night,” Francis responded with a sheepish grin.

“I couldn’t get to sleep, either. I had another nightmare.”

“Was it Theo?”

“Yeah.”

Francis nodded, eyebrows creased in concern. Joann had been awake all night, unable to sleep until early morning, and even then she was in and out. She got some rest throughout the day, but she kept having the same dream and she kept waking up screaming.

“I’m going to have a lie-down on the couch, okay?” Francis announced, getting to his feet slowly as not to scare her. “I was wondering if you wanted to join me?” Joann was startled by this proposition. She’d spent two days in Theo’s clutches, and had since barely allowed anyone to even hold her. Francis always offered, but Joann always declined. She was about to turn him down again, but she stopped and took a moment to consider it.

“Um yeah, okay,” she responded, giving a weak smile.

Francis was steady as he laid back on the couch, and gently lowered Joann onto his body. She stepped out onto his exposed chest and curled her legs beneath her as she sat on his abdomen. Francis propped one hand behind his head and closed his eyes, the afternoon sun gently poking through the blinds.

“Comfy?” He asked her.

“Mmhm,” Joann gave as a response.

Francis’ steady heartbeat was a slow and relaxing rhythm that circulated through Joann’s own body. The slight rising and falling of his chest kept her mind off of other things, and soon she laid back, too. In the warm sun, listening to her boyfriend’s heartbeat, Joann quickly dozed off and had her first peaceful sleep in over a year.

Uses edited MassiveForDaz poses by GoddessTina

Check out the comparison image here: www.deviantart.com/biggnansmol…