A Dance with Zara.

Chapter One.

Edit: Changed the little one's name.

You’re chilling in your house, watching Marina move gracefully around. Even at her massive size, she’s got this light, almost elegant way of walking. She’s been put in charge of keeping an eye on you during your monthly shrinking phase. You keep insisting you can handle things just fine on your own, but honestly, her company’s kind of amazing — and her looks? Yeah, those have you completely floored. 

Marina, all casual, plops herself down on the couch. Her Havaianas flip-flops are kicked off next to her, showing off her perfectly pedicured toes. She glances at you down on the carpet and flashes a warm smile. 

“Hey Milo, I was thinking… mind if I invite a friend over while I’m here? It’ll be quick, I promise. She’s just popping by for a tarot reading.” 

You cross your arms, trying to look like you’re in charge. 

“I don’t care, as long as this doesn’t turn into a circus.” 

She laughs, leaning forward slightly, her voice turning playful. 

“Relax, Milo. Zara’s cool — no chaos, I swear. Hey, maybe she could read your cards too! Could be fun, you never know.” 

You raise an eyebrow but can’t help smirking just a little. 

“Me? Getting my fortune read? The only thing I’m sure about is that my ‘fortune’ is dodging giant feet without getting flattened.” 

Marina cracks up, her laughter ringing through the room, and you can’t help but chuckle along, giving up the tough act for a moment. 

Before you can say anything else, the doorbell rings, and it clicks — this was already planned. Marina gets up, moving effortlessly as usual, the sound of her footsteps subtle but noticeable. You watch as she heads to the door, opening it to reveal another towering figure: a young woman with long, almost auburn-brown hair and a striking smile. Her outfit’s casual but has this low-key elegance to it. 

“Zara!” Marina greets her with a quick hug. “Come on in, make yourself at home.” 

Zara steps inside, glancing around the room until her gaze lands on you, still standing on the carpet. She pauses, her warm smile growing. Her flip-flops — pretty much the same as Marina’s — make soft thuds like mini thunderclaps as she moves. You feel a weird flutter of nerves noticing her feet, which are just as well-groomed as Marina’s. 

“So, this is the famous Milo?” she says, leaning down a bit to get a better look at you. Her voice is lively but calm, and there’s this spark of curiosity in her eyes. “Nice to meet you. Marina’s told me all about you.” 

You swallow, trying to act cool. 

“Anything bad she said is totally fake!” 

Zara chuckles, adjusting the strap of her bag as she sits on the couch next to Marina. 

“Well, I’ll just have to find out for myself!” Her voice is warm and easygoing — she seems like the type who can make any room feel chill. 

Marina glances at you, then Zara, her smile widening. 

“Well, Milo, now that Zara’s here, how about you let her read your cards? She’s amazing at tarot—she nails it every time!” 

You cross your arms again, giving them a look. 

“Alright, fine. But don’t expect me to take it seriously.” 

The two of them laugh, sharing a look like they know something you don’t. 

“So, Marina, got any incense lying around?” Zara asks. 

Marina turns to you with a hopeful look. 

“I think my sister’s got some incense in her room. It’s the second door on the right. But don’t go messing with anything else, alright?” 

“A tiny guy giving orders? That’s a first!” Zara teases, leaning down closer to you with a smirk. 

“He’s just being practical,” Marina says with a laugh, throwing you a little backup. You feel a wave of relief at her defense. 

The two of them head off toward the room you pointed out. As Zara steps over you, you can’t help but stare, your eyes following the enormous sight of her moving past without a single misstep. For a moment, your gaze catches the seam of her pants and the curve of her hips as she follows Marina. Their footsteps make the floor tremble with each step, shaking you slightly where you stand. Your eyes trace their path all the way down to their feet, the soles of their sandals flashing with every step. 

From the other room, you can hear them chatting as they look for the incense. It’s only then you realize your breath has quickened. Well, no surprise there — two massive, stunning women are in your house, and you’re no bigger than a bug to them. Trying to calm yourself down, you take a deep breath and let it out slowly. The floor trembles again, signaling their return. Marina’s holding an incense holder, while Zara’s carrying a box of incense. 

“Good thing your sister had some,” Marina says, glancing down at you as she walks closer. “Looks like the tarot reading’s on after all!” 

“Guess so,” you mumble, still staring like a deer caught in headlights. Damn it, Milo, say something cooler! 

“Incense is great for clearing the vibe and setting the mood,” Zara says as she sits on the couch. She digs around in her bag while Marina lights the incense on the coffee table. 

Your attention shifts back to their massive feet, moving casually around you like you’re barely there. Marina takes a seat beside Zara, and as your gaze lingers a bit too long, Zara speaks up: 

“Are you sure Milo can hang around for the reading? Won’t it bother you if he hears something personal?” 

“What I’m asking isn’t anything he can’t hear,” Marina replies with a smile — one you don’t notice, too focused on the sight of their perfectly pedicured toes. Marina’s usual hospitality keeps you in the loop, even though you’re technically just the host while she entertains her guest. You’re thankful, in a way, not to be excluded. 

“Alright then,” Zara says, shuffling her deck. “Milo, you good staying down there?” 

Caught staring, you quickly snap your gaze up to meet hers. Marina’s deep chocolatey skin and Zara’s much lighter complexion make a striking contrast, but when your eyes land on Zara’s, you notice a twinkle of mischief. Oh no. She knows. She totally knows. Your face burns red-hot with embarrassment. 

“He loves being on the floor,” Marina chimes in, grinning playfully. “It’s like his thing — being like a little bug.” 

“I do not!” you snap, turning even redder, realizing you’ve just blurted it out like a kid denying their favorite candy. 

“It’s fine, Milo,” Zara says, her tone soft and teasing, almost like she’s trying to soothe you. “We’ll be busy with the reading. If you need anything, just climb onto my foot or something. I doubt we’ll hear you squeak or notice you waving like a little critter.” 

“Oh, he loves that stuff!” Marina adds, leaning toward you with a sly grin. “Tell Zara about the other day when I stepped on you and —” 

“Marina, stop!” you yell, wishing the floor would swallow you whole. 

“It’s cool, Milo,” Zara says, leaning closer with a sly look. “That’s what tiny guys are for, right?” 

She gives you a playful wink before turning back to the cards. Meanwhile, you stand there with your mouth slightly open, your brain struggling to process what just happened. For that? What does she even mean by that?!