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Lucas had hoped a cure would be found sooner. As weeks turned into months, Stephanie's mood took a nosedive. It started with innocuous, self-deprecating comments made under the guise of jokes, but soon took a darker turn as time went on with no way back to her normal size. He had rearranged their apartment to accommodate her new size and give her back some autonomy, but no amount of physical restructuring could change how Stephanie felt inside: small, insignificant, and a burden.

Lucas watched helplessly as Stephanie withdrew into herself, refusing to see friends, unable to endure their looks of pity. He felt the distance between them, as wide as their newfound size difference. She hated being picked up, didn't want Lucas to touch her most of the time, even when she was crying herself to sleep. She actively avoided any physical contact, with the exception of the instances when he helped her move around the house. He held on to these fleeting moments when he could feel her in his palm. The question of physical intimacy hadn't come up; of course, that wasn't the first thing on their mind after she shrank. With time, it had become the elephant in the room, as they slept apart every night, with her staying in the miniature house (well, dollhouse, but she hated that name).

It wasn't an easy topic to bring up, especially not with the walls she had built around herself. Yet, they couldn't go on forever like this. He racked his brain, trying to find ways to mend their relationship before it was too late, and learn new ways to be physically close together again. He didn't know exactly how they would get there; it's not like there's a "Guide to Multi-Size Sex" hiding somewhere on the internet. He wanted to take it slow, make her realize the place she took in his life hadn't diminished, that she was still his girlfriend, and she deserved to be loved.

He felt a bit guilty thinking she was so perfect the way she was right now, so small. If only she knew how he still burned with desire for her - perhaps now more than ever.

+ + +

"Like I said, it’s simple," Lucas explained. "I'll be blindfolded, you’ll touch my hand with yours, anywhere you like, and I’ll guess where."

"What are you even talking about?" Stephanie sighed, shaking her head, standing on his palm.

"Please indulge me, Steph, even if you think it's stupid."

She hesitated, her self-doubt creeping in. How could he possibly feel such a tiny touch? How humiliating and sad would it be if he couldn't even feel her. Nevertheless, she decided to indulge her giant boyfriend, if only to prove her own insignificance. She walked across his palm and gently tapped his pinkie finger with her palm.

"There," Lucas smiled beneath his blindfold, "your touch, on my pinkie".

Surprised at his quick and accurate assessment, Stephanie walked to another spot, this time pressing her palm against the base of his thumb. "And now?"

"Right at the base of my thumb," Lucas confirmed, his voice filled with excitement.

With each correct guess, Stephanie’s steps grew more confident; her touches lingered longer. "Let's try with your index finger only," he said. He curled all his fingers, offering her the opportunity to choose where to touch. She shyly put the tip of her index on his, considering the pinhead-sized dot her fingertip represented against the finger, bigger than she was.

"On the tip of my index," he said right away, feeling her minuscule touch sending ripples through his body. He heard her laugh for the first time in months. Overwhelmed by emotions, he told her in a low, trembling voice: "Nothing has changed, love. You're not diminished to me, not in the slightest." He exhaled and continued. "Your touch, your presence - no matter how small, it's still you, all you."

Stephanie looked up at him, her eyes glistening.

"My turn now," Lucas said.

Still wearing the blindfold, he used his index finger to find her tiny body, gently patting her head first, feeling her soft hair. He felt her lean into the pats, responding to his moves for the first time in months. He slowly moved his finger down and traced the outline of her back, down to her legs, and back up front. Then, as he brushed against her breasts, he stopped; he felt her grab his finger with both hands and hug it as tightly as her small arms possibly could.

Removing the blindfold with his free hand, he saw her hugging his finger so tightly with her arms, legs, her entire adorable, minuscule body; he couldn't resist slowly wrapping the rest of his fingers around her in a tight, loving embrace. He lifted her slowly, bringing her close to his face. They looked into each other's eyes, both lost in the tenderness of the moment.

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Lucas had hoped a cure would be found sooner. As weeks turned into months, Stephanie's mood took a nosedive. It started with innocuous, self-deprecating comments made under the guise of jokes, but soon took a darker turn as time went on with no way back to her normal size. He had rearranged their apartment to accommodate her new size and give her back some autonomy, but no amount of physical restructuring could change how Stephanie felt inside: small, insignificant, and a burden.

Lucas watched helplessly as Stephanie withdrew into herself, refusing to see friends, unable to endure their looks of pity. He felt the distance between them, as wide as their newfound size difference. She hated being picked up, didn't want Lucas to touch her most of the time, even when she was crying herself to sleep. She actively avoided any physical contact, with the exception of the instances when he helped her move around the house. He held on to these fleeting moments when he could feel her in his palm. The question of physical intimacy hadn't come up; of course, that wasn't the first thing on their mind after she shrank. With time, it had become the elephant in the room, as they slept apart every night, with her staying in the miniature house (well, dollhouse, but she hated that name).

It wasn't an easy topic to bring up, especially not with the walls she had built around herself. Yet, they couldn't go on forever like this. He racked his brain, trying to find ways to mend their relationship before it was too late, and learn new ways to be physically close together again. He didn't know exactly how they would get there; it's not like there's a "Guide to Multi-Size Sex" hiding somewhere on the internet. He wanted to take it slow, make her realize the place she took in his life hadn't diminished, that she was still his girlfriend, and she deserved to be loved.

He felt a bit guilty thinking she was so perfect the way she was right now, so small. If only she knew how he still burned with desire for her - perhaps now more than ever.

+ + +

"Like I said, it’s simple," Lucas explained. "I'll be blindfolded, you’ll touch my hand with yours, anywhere you like, and I’ll guess where."

"What are you even talking about?" Stephanie sighed, shaking her head, standing on his palm.

"Please indulge me, Steph, even if you think it's stupid."

She hesitated, her self-doubt creeping in. How could he possibly feel such a tiny touch? How humiliating and sad would it be if he couldn't even feel her. Nevertheless, she decided to indulge her giant boyfriend, if only to prove her own insignificance. She walked across his palm and gently tapped his pinkie finger with her palm.

"There," Lucas smiled beneath his blindfold, "your touch, on my pinkie".

Surprised at his quick and accurate assessment, Stephanie walked to another spot, this time pressing her palm against the base of his thumb. "And now?"

"Right at the base of my thumb," Lucas confirmed, his voice filled with excitement.

With each correct guess, Stephanie’s steps grew more confident; her touches lingered longer. "Let's try with your index finger only," he said. He curled all his fingers, offering her the opportunity to choose where to touch. She shyly put the tip of her index on his, considering the pinhead-sized dot her fingertip represented against the finger, bigger than she was.

"On the tip of my index," he said right away, feeling her minuscule touch sending ripples through his body. He heard her laugh for the first time in months. Overwhelmed by emotions, he told her in a low, trembling voice: "Nothing has changed, love. You're not diminished to me, not in the slightest." He exhaled and continued. "Your touch, your presence - no matter how small, it's still you, all you."

Stephanie looked up at him, her eyes glistening.

"My turn now," Lucas said.

Still wearing the blindfold, he used his index finger to find her tiny body, gently patting her head first, feeling her soft hair. He felt her lean into the pats, responding to his moves for the first time in months. He slowly moved his finger down and traced the outline of her back, down to her legs, and back up front. Then, as he brushed against her breasts, he stopped; he felt her grab his finger with both hands and hug it as tightly as her small arms possibly could.

Removing the blindfold with his free hand, he saw her hugging his finger so tightly with her arms, legs, her entire adorable, minuscule body; he couldn't resist slowly wrapping the rest of his fingers around her in a tight, loving embrace. He lifted her slowly, bringing her close to his face. They looked into each other's eyes, both lost in the tenderness of the moment.