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NeverMind Us had a PAX booth. NeverMind Us was a genuinely decent gacha game. Maybe not Claire’s favorite, but still! The NeverMind Us player character could be tiny. NeverMind Us had probably the best tiny characters she had ever seen in any video game, not to mention the sexiest. And they had a PAX booth. 

That was the conversation she’d had with Maddie fifteen times over in the past two days, anyways. So obviously she made Maddie beeline for it the second they hit the convention center floor. 

It was the stares, first of all. People’s eyes lingering for a bit too long on a five-inch-tall woman sitting in someone’s hand. Whatever, she was used to that. But the more she looked around at the big art prints, the more she noticed a glaring lack of those tiny characters she was so obsessed with, and even more notably, a glaring lack of art depicting the player character as tiny. None of it, actually.

It wasn’t like she was shocked. Just… she had an inkling of hope about this one, maybe. Maybe that was on her. 

They did have some decent game rewards for people visiting the booth, so she’d cash in on that. A skinny young attendant explained it to her, clearly distracted by her size, staring at how she sat in Maddie’s palm and stumbling over his words. She got a mental flash of him fumbling through sex with her. Awkward questions about how that even worked. Endearing, maybe. Equally annoying.

She convinced Maddie to retreat to the hotel room and buried herself in the mobile game, laid out in front of her like flatscreen TV. She needed to grind out the crystals for next week’s drop… she needed to get some good pulls on stream. Last time went so bad…

“Hey,” Maddie said.

Claire reluctantly looked up.

“Wanna go out? There’s some other streamers meeting up.”

She grimaced and turned her attention back to the game. “Sorry, not tonight.”

“...Moss is gonna be there. You like him.”

Claire perked up, then tried to hide it. She sighed. “I’m just in a bad mood.”

“Half an hour. Then tell me if you wanna leave. It’ll be good for you.”

Maybe it was just for Maddie’s sake. But she acquiesced. 

She recognized some voices from a group in the back as soon as they came in. Moss was there, as promised. He was standing on a bar-height table with another guy she recognized, normal height, Tripper01. Real name Spencer, Claire was pretty sure. 

She knew Moss. They had done a couple collab streams together, but only in decently sized groups. Spencer weirded her out. She’d watched how he loomed over that other tiny friend of his, how weird those two acted together. Now Spencer was doing some mock arm wrestling with Moss, pressing a single index finger against his straining arm. Moss was five inches tall. He wasn’t gonna win. What was the point besides embarrassing him?

Maddie beelined to the table. When they approached, Moss got distracted enough for Spencer to flip his arm over. Moss laughed, shook off the loss, and jovially clapped his arm around Claire’s shoulders. “What’s up, boss?” he half-screamed. “Someone mentioned I wasn’t the only one here!” She hadn’t talked to another shrinkee in a bit, so it took her a second to recover from the stun-lock of getting touched by someone her own size. Plus he was already pretty tipsy. 

“Did Nick come with?” Maddie asked Spencer.

He grinned and shook his head. “Schedule conflict. It’s fine, I got this guy.” Spencer ruffled Moss’s hair and Moss screamed and grabbed at his fingers. Okay.

Moss was having a better time than Claire was. He made Spencer show her a video some indie company posted on Instagram of him playing their new fighting game on a full-sized controller. She nodded along.

“The gacha game I like had custom skins for their booth,” she said. “They had one for Enzo. He’s, like, a fairy.”

“How does that work?” Spencer said. She bristled. “It’s like a card, right? So it’s just, like, different colors for the card?”

“No, he has a model.”

“I don’t understand what you do in those games.”

“There’s combat,” she muttered into her cup. “And stuff.”

So she mostly listened along. Maddie was trying to pull her back into conversation, she could tell, but now she was grouchy and just wanted some more beer in her. A bit more. A bit more. It was so easy to top off from your friend’s glass, wasn’t it? Moss kept grabbing her shoulder and shaking her. She smiled, even if she wasn’t fully paying attention to what he said.

Most of the interest in two whole shrinkees at one table seemed to have faded by now. Two guys at a booth across the room still glanced their way, but she couldn’t quite tell if it was because of the tiny thing, or… well, the streamers at a streamer event thing. 

They talked to each other, made some odd hand movements. She frowned and sipped her drink. One guy laughed. Definitely tipsy. They seemed like the type to attend the convention… One skinny guy and one chubby guy, both wearing hoodies and jeans. They glanced her way again and then stood and moved towards her table. 

When they approached, she noticed Spencer and Maddie get a little wary. The bigger guy gave Spencer a fist bump. “Like your videos, man,” he said. 

“Yeah, thanks.”

“And, you, uh,” he leaned in to the table and squinted. “I think I recognize the little guys too.”

Moss grimaced. Claire smiled and tipped her head. “Nice to meet a fan!” 

The skinny one leaned in too. “You are just the cutest thing in person.”

Moss scoffed. Claire giggled. 

“At that size, do you have to ride a joystick?” he asked.

“ALRIGHT!” Maddie took his shoulder and pushed him back. “Getting a little too friendly, huh?”

They argued with her and she and Spencer bullied them back to their seats. Maddie rubbed her forehead. “Sorry,” Spencer muttered.

“Coupla’ chuds,” Moss agreed.

Claire was quiet.

The three of them became distracted by a conversation at the next table, Moss on the verge of falling off the edge of the table trying to participate. She was running out of energy for this. Claire stood by herself, apart from the others, nursing her beverage. She sipped her beer and took slow breaths. The drinks were getting to her. She was running out of energy for these conversations. 

Claire noticed the two guys at that other table eyeing her again. She bit her lip and waved them towards her. They came in from the side, successfully avoiding the attention of her table. The chubby one jabbed his thumb to the exit and raised an eyebrow at her. She put her mobile into airplane mode, grabbed her bag, and got in his hand. 

The car they came in was parked a bit down the street. “My name’s Mark, by the way,” the chubby one said. His hair was short and he had a thin moustache. A thin nose ring, too, now that she was looking.

“I’m Claire.”

“Kelan,” the other one said. His hair was chin-length and curly. Both of them were pretty cute. “You got some fuckin’ buzzkill friends.”

She shrugged. “They’re a little sensitive.”

Mark laughed. “Can’t even call chicks cute anymore.” He nudged her shoulder with his thumb. “Well, you are cute. What’s wrong with that?”

“Wanna have some fun tonight?” Kelan asked. They ducked into the car. 

She eagerly nodded. 

Mark set her on his thigh while he took control of the wheel. “We know how to treat girls. I don’t mind that you’re little. Just makes me bigger, right?” He and Kelan laughed and Claire smiled along. She needed this. Fuck this weekend and fuck her friends, she was gonna have some fun.

They were staying in a motel fairly close by. It didn’t escape her notice that Mark kept her close against his torso as they came in, hiding her behind his fingers. He gently let her off onto the still-made bed and the two men laid on their sides, surrounding her. 

She laid down and stretched out over the covers. Claire ran her fingers through her hair. “Well?” she asked.

“Well yourself,” Kelan said. “We wouldn’t mind a show.”

She smiled. Claire slipped off one shoe at a time, then slid off her socks. The men eyed each other and exchanged smirks. She tugged off her top and made sure to give her chest a little wiggle. Wasn’t she glad she went for the lacy bra today. They laughed and bumped fists. “Alright,” Kelan muttered. 

Claire teasingly toyed with the hooks of her bra. They whooped and snickered. Hands steadily inched towards her over the sheets and she eyed them carefully. Claire slipped her bra off and laid back, running fingers through her hair and giving them sultry glances. 

“Yeah, yeah, alright,” Mark said. The hands snuck ever closer. Claire bit her lip. They seemed to take that as permission, and their thumbs approach to fondle one breast each.

Mark laughed heartily. “Woah.”

“Just like full size, huh?” Kelan teased back.

Claire giggled. She was so, so sexy. 

Mark’s hand traveled down along her stomach to her hips. He teased the inside of her thighs over her jeans and laughed when she yipped. “Aw, you’re cute,” he said. “I wish you had some more clothes, we could play dress up.”

“What are you, a kid?” Kelan snapped back.

She stiffened at the loss of attention. “Boys!” she blurted out. They looked back down. Claire unzipped her pants and tugged them halfway down her hips. “Little help with these?”

Mark smiled and pinched her waistband. She ignored the scratch of his nail. Together, they shimmied her out of her jeans and she kicked her legs up in the around, pushing them up and around like a cyclist. Mark pinched her foot and she breathed in sharp. But all he seemed interested in was getting a look. He rubbed his thumb up her sole and pressed lightly on her arch, his expression calm, unreadable.

“Fuck are you doing?” Kelan asked.

“What? It’s cool.” He nudged his knuckle against her sole. “You don’t mind, yeah?”

She shrugged. “It’s… fine.”

“She doesn’t even like it,” Kelan said. “You get a tiny girl in your room, don’t do dumb shit.”

Claire grimaced. 

Kelan leaned in and pressed his face down, tongue going right between her legs. He kissed her groin and she grunted. Wrapping his lips around her pelvis, he slipped his tongue under her panties and tugged them up, catching them between his teeth. He smoothly pulled them up off her legs. Kelan spat them to the side and flashed a grin at Mark.

Claire barely had time to process all that before he came back down, grinding his tongue against her with a passion. She moaned and gripped at the bedsheets behind her. His hand came up and groped at her tits and she gasped and bucked up at him. She felt Mark’s eyes on her, heard his breath getting quick and hot. Claire looked at him through lidded eyes and licked her lips. “Fuck me,” he muttered.

This was it. This was the life. No awkward, overly-polite bullshit, just two cute guys one on cute girl in a cheap motel. She arched her back and threw her head into the mattress and moaned and the two of them enjoyed the view.

He pursed his lips and sucked her pussy. Claire moaned low. She heard fabric rustle and when she looked over Mark was leaning against the mattress, dick out, rubbing his tip. She squeezed her eyes shut and reached forward, pressing her face to Kelan’s nose. He slipped his hand behind her back and sat up, pitching his head back and allowed her to straddle his tongue with her legs. She gripped his nose and panted, sliding and grinding along his tongue as it curled up behind her ass and pressed her against his upper lip. He chuckled, and his hot breath washed over her pussy. 

She groaned and shouted and humped on him until she was forced to catch her breath. Kelan seemed to get impatient pretty quickly and his fingers wrapped around her waist and dangled her above his face. 

“Hey,” Kelan said. He looked between the two of them and quirked his eyebrows. “You wanna go for a real ride?”

“Um, sure,” she said. 

He nodded to Mark and grinned. Mark scooted back and leaned against the headboard. Kelan sat next to him and deposited her down on Mark’s upper thigh.

She stumbled over and fell forward against his shaft. Claire struggled to grip it. The men laughed for a moment before Mark’s thumb came in to support her from behind. She caught her breath. Claire looked over her shoulder to her partners, staring down with smug grins, hungry eyes. She bit her lip. Cautiously, Claire leaned in and dragged her tongue up Mark’s shaft, following a stiff vein up its length. He laughed shakily. “Shit, dude,” he muttered.

Claire smiled back at them. She flipped around, ass pressed against his shaft, and slid down his length, looking between their faces. Claire pressed her head against him and rubbed his shaft behind her. He bit his lip. His thumb shifted downwards to stroke down the center of her chest, her tits bouncing against his thumb. 

She turned back around and presented her ass out to Mark. He gently toyed with her, tweaking her and rubbing on her thighs. “That’s hot,” he half-laughed. “Have you ever, like, ridden one before?” 

Claire scoffed. “Yeah.” Well. How complicated could it be?

Mark smacked Kelan’s shoulder and distracted him from his own masturbation. “You got, like, lotion or something?”

“Sure.” 

He awkwardly stumbled off the bed with his boner and returned with a bottle of moisturizer. Mark pumped generously onto his hand and held Claire out of the way while he slathered it over his cock. He let her back down and sat up more, tipping his dick horizontally.

Claire wrapped her legs around his shaft and grabbed the base of his cockhead. She pulled with her arms and pushed with her hip and successfully slid up his shaft. Claire pushed herself back, pulled herself up, pushed herself back again… doable! She located a nice vein along her way and grinded against it. 

Mark made nice, affirmative noises above her. “Keep going,” he muttered.

She got a rhythm. It was exhausting, but so good to feel herself moving against his dick, his whole dick, not limited by her size. She slid to his tip, pushed her hair back, and undulated in place against his ridge. It was good. It felt so good.

“That’s perfect,” Kelan mumbled.

Claire glanced back excitedly. Her face fell. A cell phone camera was looking straight back at her.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

Kelan turned his phone off and pocketed it. “Hm? Just lookin’.”

“I─hey!” Claire lost her balance and fell off Mark’s dick, back onto the bedspread between his knees. She reoriented and stared wide-eyed up at their uncaring expressions. “You’re filming?”

Kelan shrugged. “Good shot.”

Awful images flashed through her mind of leaked nudes, getting harassed by chatters, seeing her backside sliding back and forth on some stranger’s dick reposted to porn sites and shady subreddits. She felt cold. “I─I can’t have videos of me,” she mumbled.

“It’s not going to anyone.”

“I just can’t.” She rubbed her arm. “Please.”

Mark grimaced at him, and Kelan rolled his eyes. “Alright, alright.” He pulled his phone out and tapped at it. Kelan turned it to her and showed her carefully as he deleted it, went to his phone camera’s trash, and deleted it there too. “Gone. There you go. Wanna get back to it?”

She sighed. “I, um… I guess.”

Mark knocked his shoulder. “She’s out of it, man.”

“Don’t blueball me,” he whined back. 

“Fuckin’ take care of it.” 

They sat on the opposite side of the bed from her, masturbating in silence, while she pondered the floor, dead-eyed, quiet. They cleaned themselves up and got proper and told her they’d be right back with something fun.

When the door shut, the locks on Claire’s brain seemed to click open and a trickle of thought returned. She watched him delete the video. Did he? Was there some way to fake that? If he duplicated the video, hid the duplicate, deleted the other one for her to watch. If that got out… becoming a laughingstock, becoming some passed-around porn vid, she couldn’t decide which was worse.

Claire stumbled across the mattress, putting on her discarded bits of clothing and retrieving her bag. All her stuff was still there, thank god. She crept along the edge of the bed, looking for a strand of blanket she could take to the floor. She clambered down to the first option she saw and trudged over to the wall. Shitty places like this usually had some hidden cracking to slip out through. This one was no exception. 

She walked. She walked, and walked, across the parking lot, down the untrimmed grassy median, until she came to a nice dark curb to sit down on. Claire pulled a grimy rolled cigarette from her bag and lit it with a sparker and a long inhale. 

She let out a shaky breath. “Fuck,” she hissed, and her breath hitched and tears dripped down her cheeks. Claire smoked the whole cig hungrily, in deep breaths, and then lit another and smoked and stared into the darkness until her heart rate returned to something reasonable.

She opened her purse again, looked at her “mobile phone” sitting in the bottom. Tablet-sized to her and so much more limited than her normal phone was. There was only one thing a device this size was any good at: calling for help. 

The phone didn’t even get a full ring. “Where the hell are you?” Maddie snapped. “We scoured the bar, we were digging through the bushes, I had to send Moss down a vent—“

“I’m sorry,” she choked out.

Maddie went quiet. In the background, she heard a “is that her?” and Maddie shushed it. “Are you okay?” she muttered.

“Just-just pick me up.” 

“Okay,” Maddie whispered back. “Alright, just let me know where you’re at.”

“I don’t know the address,” she admitted. “If… do you think you could figure out a description?”