A few days went by and that new dynamic was becoming routine. We rented the room to a 27-year-old named Parker. We interviewed him together, since Hugh wanted me to remain involved in all decisions. "We're still a team," he would tell me. That was very kind of him, as it was hard to feel simply human at my size. Parker told us that he was studying and also worked part-time, so he was going to stay at home very little. He also told us that he had a girlfriend, but would not bring her home, out of respect for us. We were grateful for that, since, as I said, I preferred not to have too many giants (or giantesses) hanging around the house. Parker couldn't afford much, as his financial situation was very precarious, but, thanks to his youth, the government was giving us a rent allowance, so we were going to be bringing in a decent amount a month, which would allow us to live a little loosely and even save some money. I was quite happy about that. At least the sacrifice of my size and freedom was paying off the way we wanted it to.
Hugh would take me to work some days, in his underpants or in his pocket, but others he would ask me - more like order me, really - to stay home. I always begged him to take me, as I had to spend the day in the cage and the hours were so long. To make up for it, Hugh promised me that with the first money we saved he would buy me a miniature computer to make my days more entertaining. Indeed he did, and I was able to have this device, which besides being a great source of entertainment, allowed me to send messages to Hugh, both to his computer and to his cell phone, which made us much closer during the hours we were not together.
On the other hand, Hugh began to make use of the freedom to see other guys that I had granted him (as if in my circumstances, in any way, I could have prevented him from doing anything). He began to go out frequently in the evenings -he had the decency never to bring anyone home- but he always came back to sleep beside me, and, although I never asked him for any explanation, he assured me that his encounters were exclusively sexual and that his love still belonged to me completely. Despite this, I could not help feeling bad, and not so much because of jealousy -I was never jealous, for me sex was just another appetite- but because of my own uselessness in satisfying my husband. That impotence made me sad. Fortunately, and thanks to the intercoms, we continued to talk many hours a day, as if we were both equals, and our complicity remained intact.
Little did I know that all that was about to change one fateful day when Hugh announced to me that he had invited our friends Brandon and Lou over to watch a movie that night. It was nothing unusual, we did it periodically, but we had never done it since I had downsized. I felt apprehensive and told my husband so.
-Oh, come on, little mouse! We're not going to be left without a social life because of these circumstances. Besides, they already know the decision we made and they are our friends. You don't have to be afraid -he replied cheerfully.
I could not reply, but I was still afraid of seeing other people in my state. At dinner time there was a knock at the door and Hugh ushered our two friends in. I was on the living room table and felt quite overwhelmed when the entire space in the room seemed to get small with three huge giants filling it. Brandon was a pretty quiet and introverted guy, he tended to be in his own world and took little part in everything. Lou, on the other hand, was very cheerful, always cracking jokes, even for me he was a bit too "intense". True to that, as soon as he arrived, he came towards the table and brought his huge face close to my small body:
-Well, well... what do we have here? Gosh, Tom... you're really tiny. You're smaller than my hand.
Brandon also came closer and, with his usual calmness, said teasingly:
-You're smaller than my dick, hahaha... -and moved away to plop down on the couch in front of the screen. Lou, on the other hand, began to tease me with his huge fingers. He couldn't hear me, but I asked him to please stop. I know he understood me, but to no avail, he continued touching me and laughing, until I asked Hugh over the intercom to make him stop. Naturally my husband, who was preparing snacks and drinks, immediately came over and told him to leave me alone.
-Why? -Lou said-. I'm just having a little fun. He's so cute.
-Yes, that's true -said Hugh, smiling and leaning in a little closer -, but you better leave him alone.
However, as soon as Hugh went back to the kitchen, Lou began to tease me again. He began to give me little paps as he laughed at my efforts to avoid him. The final straw was when he dipped me in one of the sauces and licked me with his huge tongue.
-Mmmmmmmmmm, tasty -he exclaimed.
I, absolutely exasperated, went back to Hugh for help, who came once more and reprimanded Lou, reminding him that, though small, I was a human being and still the friend they knew. The reprimand didn't sit well with Lou, who was having a great time teasing me, and so he said to me under his breath:
