My Brob GF Ch 30: The Coming Of A New Brob!

Walking through the Lilli park was an experience unlike anything I'd ever had.

Everything was perfectly scaled to my size—towering trees that stretched toward the sky (or, well, at least a couple of stories high), winding stone pathways, and lush greenery that looked like something out of a nature documentary. Children were playing on swing sets and slides, their laughter filling the air as they climbed along the thick branches of trees, treating them like jungle gyms. Adults strolled along the paths, some walking hand in hand, others sitting on benches enjoying the peaceful scenery.

It was easy to forget that this entire place wasn't some vast nature reserve but rather a small pedestal standing in the middle of an even bigger park—one made for Brobs.

I sat down on one of the park benches and leaned back, breathing in the fresh, earthy scent of the trees. Yeah... this is nice.

Then the ground vibrated slightly beneath me.

I looked up and, sure enough, in the distance, I could see Brobs walking through their actual park. They were massive silhouettes against the sky, strolling along at a leisurely pace, their impossibly long strides carrying them effortlessly across the landscape. A few of them turned their heads in the direction of the Lilli park, some pausing for a moment to glance down before continuing on their way.

What struck me as odd, though, was how mild the vibrations were. Given their size, I expected the whole place to feel like it was experiencing an earthquake every time one of them walked by, but instead, it was barely noticeable—just a gentle tremor beneath my feet.

"Huh," I muttered, looking down at the ground beneath me. "They must've installed some kind of... vibration-absorbing tech in the platform."

Made sense. The last thing you'd want in a Lilli park was for everyone to get knocked over by every casual footstep a Brob took.

I tapped my chin. "Probably something like... Dynamic Seismic Dampeners? No... Quantum Motion Neutralizers?"

I snapped my fingers. Gravitational Impact Diffusers. That sounded about right.

Before I could think too much more about it, a shadow fell over the park.

I felt it before I saw it—a massive presence looming above me, blocking out the sunlight. My instincts kicked in immediately, and I looked up just in time to see an enormous brown eye scanning the area.

It was Harper.

Even through the dense canopy of leaves, I could tell it was her. The sheer size of her eye alone made my stomach tighten. It was bigger than any of the trees in the park, and it darted back and forth, searching carefully.

I stood up from the bench and waved my arms. "Down here!"

The moment I spoke, the eye locked onto me with unsettling precision.

A second later, a massive fingertip descended from the sky.

Now, I was used to Harper's size by now, but this was a whole new perspective. Her finger alone was a landscape—miles of soft, warm flesh that curved gently at the edges. The fingerprint ridges were like long, winding valleys, and as it lowered toward me, I could see the way the skin reacted to even the smallest movements, the way it shifted and compressed ever so slightly.

It was a surreal sight.

I stepped forward, reached out, and grabbed onto the smooth skin, feeling the faint warmth radiating from it. The surface was soft but firm, a delicate balance of strength and gentleness that made me acutely aware of just how easily she could crush me if she wanted to.

But she wouldn't.

I held on tight as she lifted me up, the world around me blurring as I soared into the sky. My stomach did a little flip, but I had gotten better at handling this kind of thing.

Harper brought me up to eye level, smiling as she cradled me in her palm. "Hey, there you are. Hope I didn't scare you."

I let out a breath and smirked. "Only a little. You know, appearing like some kind of celestial deity and all."

She giggled. "I'll try to be less intimidating next time."

She started walking, keeping her pace steady as she carried me toward a bench in the larger park. I sat cross-legged in her palm, running my fingers absentmindedly along the soft skin of her hand. The sheer scale of her was still something I was getting used to. Her palm alone was large enough for me to lie down on comfortably, and the ridges of her skin created patterns that my fingers traced without even thinking about it.

Harper's voice rumbled around me as she spoke. "So, my friend's here. I wanted you to meet her."

I swallowed. "Oh. Uh... yeah. Sure."

"She's really nice," Harper assured me. "You'll love her."

I wasn't so sure about that. One Brob was enough to deal with—now I had to meet another one?

Harper controlled her movements as she approached the bench, making sure not to jostle me too much. As we got closer, I saw her.

The woman sitting on the bench was striking, to say the least. She had vibrant orange hair that fell in waves over her shoulders, framing her sharp, playful features. She was wearing a sleeveless white sports bra and black, form-fitting sweatpants, the kind that left very little to the imagination. Her toned arms were folded casually over her lap, and as soon as she spotted Harper approaching, she flashed a grin and gave a friendly wave.

Yeah... this had to be the friend Harper was talking about.

I let out a slow breath. Well, here goes nothing.