The Brob Girl Ch 39: A Meal Between Friends

I sat on the wooden table, my tiny Lilli-sized bowl in front of me, filled with a rich red stew that gave off an intense, spicy aroma. Monica, ever the thoughtful one, had gone out of her way to get me properly sized dishware. I appreciated that—eating off of a giant spoon or plate or with my hands was never exactly ideal, even if I'd had to do it before.

Monica sat across from me, a satisfied smile on her face. "That's my gumbo," she said, crossing her arms proudly. "It's spicy, so I hope you can handle it. I even made sure to cut the meat and veggies small enough so you wouldn't break your little teeth."

I paused, spoon halfway to my mouth. "Gee, thanks for looking out for my dental health."

She winked. "Anytime."

I took a bite, and my taste buds immediately exploded.

It was delicious—deep, smoky, and layered with spices that hit all at once. The heat built steadily, creeping up from the back of my throat and spreading like wildfire. But I refused to let it show. Nope. Not happening. I wasn't about to admit that Monica's gumbo was kicking my ass.

The ground rumbled slightly beneath me, and I braced myself as Abbie leapt up with excitement, her massive form bouncing slightly in her seat. "Monica, you made it spicy just the way I like it!" she said, stuffing another spoonful into her mouth.

Monica grinned. "Of course, I did. I know my audience."

The two of them laughed and chatted, and I took the opportunity to discreetly gulp down some water. My tongue felt like it was about to combust.

A few minutes passed, and as I worked my way through the gumbo, I noticed something odd. Abbie kept sneaking glances at me.

It wasn't subtle.

She'd eat a little, look at me, then immediately look back at her food, like she thought I wouldn't notice.

I did.

It was kind of impossible not to notice when the person trying to be sneaky was hundreds of times my size.

Raising an eyebrow, I leaned back in my seat and smirked. "Abbie, you okay?"

Her reaction was immediate. She nearly choked on her food, coughing before quickly setting her bowl down on the table with a thud that sent a tiny tremor through the ground. Her cheeks were pink, her fingers twitching slightly on the tabletop.

She stammered for a second before finally managing to get the words out. "M-Michael... can I, um... c-can I hold you?"

I blinked.

"Uh, sure? But why?"

Abbie's already flushed face turned a shade redder. She leaned down closer to me, her massive face filling my view, her warm breath washing over me as she whispered, "Now that I have my handler's license... I'd like to legally hold a Lilli."

I stared up at her for a moment before letting out a small laugh. "That's fine and all, but haven't you already been holding me?"

Abbie's eyes widened, and she immediately straightened up, her hands flying to her lap as if she'd been caught doing something scandalous. "W-Well, yes, technically," she admitted, looking away, her fingers fidgeting. "But that was before I was officially certified! Now it's different!"

Monica, who had been quietly watching this whole exchange with growing amusement, let out a chuckle. "Aww, that's adorable."

I felt a massive finger tap me gently on the back, pushing me forward slightly. I turned to see Monica grinning down at me.

"Go on," she said, teasingly. "Won't you fulfill her request?"

I rolled my eyes but smiled. "Fine, fine." Standing up, I stretched a little before looking up at Abbie, who still looked embarrassed but hopeful. "Go ahead—pick me up."

Her face lit up with a mix of excitement and nervousness as she slowly reached out toward me, her massive hands moving with deliberate care. I stayed still as her index and thumb gently curled around me, her touch warm and surprisingly soft.

As she lifted me from the table, I felt the familiar weightlessness of being in a Brob's grasp. It was something I'd experienced before, but this time, there was something different about it. Maybe it was because she felt different—more careful, more deliberate, like this moment really meant something to her.

She held me close to her chest, cradling me gently in both hands, her eyes scanning over me like she was committing every detail to memory. "Wow..." she whispered.

I tilted my head. "What?"

She bit her lip, looking a little shy. "It just feels different now."

Monica smirked. "Told you getting your license would make it all official."

Abbie let out a soft laugh. "I guess so."

I crossed my arms, giving her a playful look. "Well, I hope I'm a comfortable hold. Wouldn't want to fail the first Lilli test you've had since getting certified."

Abbie giggled, her grip tightening ever so slightly, like she didn't want to let go. "You're perfect," she murmured.

Abbie adjusted her hold, shifting me so I could stand on her massive index finger. I wobbled for a moment, regaining my balance as I looked up at her enormous brown eye staring right at me. The sheer size of it was something I'd never quite get used to—it was like standing in front of a billboard-sized pupil, the depth of her iris a swirling ocean of warm color.

I gave a little wave. "Hey there."

I noticed how careful she was being. She kept me just above her nose and mouth, making sure that even the slightest breath wouldn't send me flying. When she blinked, she subtly moved her finger back so the tiny gust of wind from her lashes wouldn't knock me off my feet.

"Handling me like a pro," I finally said, grinning.

Abbie giggled, a soft, proud sound that rumbled through the air. "Of course I am! A pro has to be ready for any situation."

I smirked, crossing my arms. "Oh yeah?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Yeah."

I tilted my head, challenging her. "And how would you handle this?"

Before she could respond, I bent my knees and jumped off her finger.

Right into her chest.

Everything happened fast. One moment, I was airborne, the next, I landed in the softest, warmest, most cushiony surface imaginable. Abbie's breasts enveloped me instantly, the plush fabric of her shirt and the flesh beneath cushioning my fall like a living pillow.

A very, very large pillow.

"Oh my god—Michael!!" Abbie yelped.

She completely froze, her whole body going rigid. I could feel her heartbeat thudding beneath me, and I couldn't help but laugh as I sunk slightly deeper into the very overwhelming embrace of her chest.

Monica, meanwhile, lost it. She doubled over laughing, slapping her knee like she had just witnessed the funniest thing in the world. "Pfft—Abbie, don't freak out! Try not to make any sudden movements!"

"I—I—I—" Abbie stammered, looking completely out of her depth. She was afraid to move, probably terrified of crushing me.

I, on the other hand, was dying of laughter. "Wow, this is, uh... quite the landing spot," I joked, shifting slightly. The warmth, the softness—it was like being hugged on all sides by a marshmallow, except the marshmallow was alive and very, very embarrassed.

Abbie looked down at me, her face turning bright red.

She immediately looked away.

"P-Pervert," she muttered under her breath.

That only made Monica laugh harder.