How to Train Your Roommate - Day 1

Just background and setting up for this chapter! Lots of little details here and there that will be important going forward. This one will get x-rated by the end, and Emma will reach an inch tall for the last few days. So yeah, explicit scenes and tiny characters, the two things a lot of people have been wanting a lot, is finally here :)

I’m still working on fleshing out everything that’ll happen in this one, and I’ve got a backlog of content to catch up on, so the outline will probably take a few more weeks to complete. Which means if you have any suggestions, now is the best time to make them!

Anyways I don’t have details and specifics planned out, but some of the things you can expect with this series that will hopefully set it apart a little bit from my others are that I’ll be adding a second giantess as a main character somewhere down the line, maybe a third of the way in or halfway or something. She'll be Katherine's girlfriend (or something of the sort), even younger than Emma is, and a mix of promiscuous and ditzy. And because the shrunken person is a woman this time around, I’m gonna try and have some male giant content too. So yeah, you can keep that stuff in mind for if you wanna suggest stuff, might bring up some new ideas since F/m and F/f is pretty common on GiantessWorld but FF/f and M/f is a little less so.

Also, I think I’m gonna be replacing the one-off short stories with this instead. Two chapters of this a month instead of one short story and one Roommate chapter. I already write bite-sized shorts for the $20 tier patrons, so this way I’ll be able to finish this story twice as quick, however long that is.

Anyways, hope you enjoy! I’ll try and write the next two chapters at once so the smaller size stuff can come quicker but idk how fast I’ll be lmao. And new chapter of Brother tomorrow too :)

Enjoy!

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Monday, February 15

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Knock knock knock! A small woman rapped against the dark green door of apartment number 307: her new home. She was nervous about moving in, for a myriad of reasons, but none of them mattered anymore since she’d just signed the lease at the front office. Only once so far had she seen inside the unit, and only once had she met the other woman who already lived there. She wasn’t even fully sure if the place or the current tenant would be a good fit for her, but her life had been moving awfully fast over the past few weeks.

A couple weeks ago, Emma Harlock had gotten diagnosed with DSD, the rare growth disability that manifested several years (or decades) after a person was born, and slowly shrunk them down in height, sometimes even past that of a normal adult. Because her family had known since birth that she was genetically predisposed to develop a severe case of the disability, she had gotten blood samples on a monthly basis to check whether or not the disorder had been activated within her body yet. According to the physician she’d seen at the end of January, it had. So every day since then she’d checked her height three, sometimes four times a day, incessantly worrying for when the shrinking would start. Friday had been the last day she couldn’t notice a different, when she’d been exactly 5 feet and 3 and a half inches tall. The next day, she was just under 5’3. Then she lost a full inch by the day after. And today she was barely 5 feet tall. The doctors didn’t know exactly how small she would get, but based off the version she had, and how quickly it was already progressing, they expected the worst: within a month, she’d be down to only a few inches tall. Maybe even less.

To a regular person, the difference between one inches and two was inconsequential for most circumstances. What had boggled Emma’s mind ever since she was born, and something she kept reminding herself of, was that the world in the eyes of a one-inch tall human being was twice as massive, twice as tall, twice as scary as it was in the eyes of a two-inch tall person. Not only did every inch count, every fraction of a millimeter would make a noticeable difference to Emma when she reached that size. And she didn’t even know what that size would finally end up being.

As she waited for the door to be answered, she looked down at her finger. In just a few weeks, my whole body might be as tall as my pinky is wide, she thought. My pinky. Her doom and gloom mentality was interrupted as she heard a handle turn inside, and she looked up to see Katherine Adams opening the door with a smile on her face. “Nice to see you again, Emma,” she said, standing back to let the other woman in. To Emma, the biggest and most important difference between the two of them, at least so far, was that Katherine had just turned 45 years old, while Emma was only 24. For the sake of sharing common ground and having equal life experiences, Emma would’ve preferred a roommate that was also in their 20’s, but Katherine and her apartment was the best option she could find in just a few days. But physically, both girls looked considerably different too. Emma’s family was Irish, so her short hair was a bright, natural orange, and her skin fairly pale and freckled. She had clear, round glasses that rested on a button nose, and wasn’t fond of wearing earrings or much other jewelry. Her physique was fairly slender; when she was younger, she looked kind of lanky and felt insecure about her body, but over the past few years she had learned to appreciate herself more. Katherine on the other hand had longer hair, so dark that it almost looked black. At 5’4, she exercised regularly and her skin was well maintained for her age, but its shape still made it evident that she was an older woman. She was noticeably bustier than Emma too, along with having wider hips. She wasn’t so attractive that she made Emma feel self-conscious in comparison, but the wondering of why this woman was still single had crossed the younger girl’s mind for the second time since they’d met.

The apartment was in a better condition than most of the other ones Emma had previewed, but was also one of the cheaper options. And, by far the most important aspect of the place (really, it was pretty much the deciding factor), was that the apartment complex was outfitted to cater to people with DSD. Granted, not really for anyone only an inch tall—which Emma wasn’t even sure she’d reach—since they were a pretty rare occurrence in society. But the smaller stairs on the sides of the stairwell, smaller doors built into the big ones for some of the units, and smaller amenities made it a welcoming place. Of course, not all apartments were that DSD-friendly, so they were mostly only common in the downtown and suburban areas of major cities. So its location was one of the downsides for her.

Both of Emma’s parents had died when she was just a baby, so she had been raised by her grandparents for her whole life. Emma still had aunts and uncles and cousins, but as an only child, her grandparents were the closest thing to a direct family member that she had, so she felt super close with them. She didn’t quite view them as her parents though, even though they raised her, since they were now in their 80s, and the generational disconnect was even greater than most children with their parents. But she obviously loved them nonetheless.

Their age had been a problem though. Over the last few years, she’d watched the people who raised her slowly deteriorate in mental capacity and physical capability. Earlier that year, her grandmother had suffered a heart attack, and given their age, it wouldn’t be surprising if her husband had one too any day now. So they’d made the decision to move into a retirement community, where at least they could be around a lot more people that might be able to help them in case of an emergency. Unfortunately, this meant Emma wouldn’t be able to continue living with them, so she’d had to find a place of her own. There were shrunken communities for people to live in too, which were built especially for people like Emma without family to take care of them. But since she hadn’t shrunk yet, she hadn’t been able to move into one yet. So here she was, stuck in a lease for the next year with someone who was basically a stranger, in an area of the city she was unfamiliar with, grandparents who couldn’t come to see her very often, and a debilitating physical condition that was about to change her world forever.

“I said it’s nice to see you again,” the older woman repeated, cocking her head to the side. She could tell Emma was lost in a train of thought. “Emma?”

She snapped out of it upon hearing her name called a second time, and swallowed nervously with a smile as she reached out to shake Katherine’s hand. “Oh yeah, uh, sorry, you too,” she mumbled. Katherine looked at the hand awkwardly but shook it anyways. They were roommates, not coworkers, but she understood that the other girl had a lot on her mind. Emma had explained a little bit about her situation when she’d come by to check out the place on Saturday.

“Do you have any stuff to move in?” Katherine asked, stepping out into the hallway and looking around to see if there were any suitcases or boxes outside the door. But Emma had come up by herself.

“Yeah, kinda,” she answered. “I have some stuff in my car, and my old mattress. I’ll probably head back down to get it here in a minute,” she said, not really maintaining eye contact with the other woman. She had always been kind of shy. But coupled with how awkward she still felt about living with someone old enough to be her mom… The way Emma saw it, the next year of her life was likely going to go one of two ways. Either this new woman could take on a kind of maternal role in Emma’s life, which could prove crucial and extraordinarily useful when Emma ended up shrinking down to a point where she’d have to rely on someone helping her at least some of the time. Or Emma’s younger age and inherent ignorance and lack of experience with several areas of life would create a divide between her and Katherine that would only become exacerbated when Emma became physically dependent on her for help. The ideal, middle-of-the-road scenario was one where they both lived fairly independent lives, and the introverted girl was able to spend most of her time cooped up in her room while she adjusted to life at a new size. But that seemed to good to be true.

“Well, make yourself at home!” Katherine said, opening her arms up and gesturing around the apartment with a warm smile. “I just got home from work, so I’m gonna be cooking dinner here in a little bit, you’re welcome to have some if you’d like. Do you like chicken curry?”

“Oh no, that’s OK,” Emma replied. She really didn’t like imposing on other people. I’ll probably have to rely on her to help make food for myself eventually though. Katherine wasn’t dumb; she had already made this realization herself as soon as she’d seen the email replying to her ad that outlined the basics of Emma’s situation. But Katherine didn’t feel like it would be any extra burden, considering how tiny Emma’s portions would eventually be. “Actually, sure, that sounds good,” Emma said, changing her mind.
“Thanks.”

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“So have you started shrinking yet?” Katherine asked, before scooping a helping of rice, chicken, and curry sauce into her mouth across the table from Emma. The younger girl felt that the question was a bit forward, but it wasn’t the first time she had been asked recently. Several of her friends had texted her, asking for updates, but more out of curious fascination than genuine concern. Even people she knew in high school and hadn’t talked to in years had messaged her on Instagram, probably having found out from a friend of a friend of a friend.

“Yeah, I first noticed it like 3 days ago, and I’ve lost around 3 inches so far,” Emma replied with a heavy heart, scooping some of her own helping of tonight’s dinner into her mouth.

“It’s not like a linear thing, right? Like is it an inch every day or something? I’m assuming it gradually gets faster over time, right?” Emma could see in Katherine’s eyes that it was a fascinating topic for her, which made her feel a bit uneasy.

“Um, yeah. Or uh, I mean no, it’s not linear, like you said,” she answered. “It was like half an inch the first day and then two yesterday.”

“Oh so it’s speeding up pretty fast, huh?” Emma grimaced and nodded. “Does it hurt? Like can you feel your bones or muscles ache?” Her eyes almost looked like they were squinting, and she was nearly leaning forward now, clearly more invested than Emma had anticipated.

“No, it doesn’t hurt,” she sighed. “At least not physically,” she mumbled, looking down in annoyance.

“At least what?” Katherine asked, turning her ear towards Emma.

“Nevermind, I was… just talking to myself,” she replied.

Katherine leaned back so she was sitting up straight and looked Emma over. Clearly the younger girl wasn’t in a good mood, which was understandable. She wondered if maybe her questions had been too much. “I’m not talking too much, am I? I don’t wanna offend you.”

Emma shook her head, “No, it’s fine.”

“Great,” the other woman smiled, and the two of them went back to eating their dinner.

A few minutes passed before Katherine spoke up again. She was clearly a lot more outgoing than Emma, and wanted to know more about this new girl who was almost half her age that she was about to be living with for awhile. “So, are you in a relationship then?” she asked, nearly making Emma wince from the pangs of beloved, nostalgic memories. She really seems to ask a lot of personal stuff.

“Not right now. My last boyfriend and I broke up a few months ago after he got a job that required him to move cross country.” They had had a good thing going, at least Emma had thought so. But she didn’t want to leave her grandparents and her hometown, and the relationship wasn’t developed enough that he was willing to reject his dream job to stay behind with her. I bet I could’ve moved in with him though. Ethan would’ve taken care of me. “What about you, any boyfriends, or… someone?” She had almost said ‘ex-husbands’ instead because of Katherine’s age, but caught herself before she came off as impolite.

“I’ve actually never had a long term boyfriend,” she answered. “I swing the other way,” she said with a wink. “But no, no girlfriends or anyone at the moment either. If I was drinking wine I’d give us a toast to both of us finding someone.” Finding love wouldn’t be easy for either of them. Because one woman was about to be a few inches tall, which was a physical trait that most men didn’t seem particularly interested in for the long term, and the other was middle-aged member of the LGBTQ community. It was a bit harder for Katherine to find dates once she realized she was a lesbian when she was younger, but it couldn’t compare to trying to find someone of the same sex now that she was in her mid-40s. Ever since hitting the big 4-0 she had been expanding the age gap she was willing to put up with. So by now there pretty much wasn’t anyone off the table…

Emma heaved a big sigh and got up to clear her plate, finishing off her meal before Katherine had. “Well thank you for the dinner, I really appreciate it. You’re a good cook,” the girl kindly told her.

“Well thank you very much,” Katherine replied, reaching out her hand and placing it on Emma’s arm. “I don’t cook for people very often but I love to be able to when I get the chance,” she said with a smile. “Just let me know if you need anything, OK?”

“Thanks,” Emma meagerly replied, and washed off her dishes in the sink, before heading into her room to head to bed early for the night and dream about the life ahead of her.