Thanks For The Memory
"Connie," sighed Abbie, picturing the tall overpowering popular 'friend' who just used her to get wh...
A really long scarily strong bare leg coiled round her and pulled her close to Heather. This ended up meaning that Heather's breasts were resting on Abby's head! She gasped.
"Oops! Sorry Abbie," laughed Heather as she allowed the ex-Lily to escape, "I wanted a hug with my new friend. I like hugs. Okay with you?"
"Erm.. y.." Abby was encircled by long athletic arms and legs and crushed into Heathers toned stomach, as the world tipped and she fell onto the rug, the bigger girl falling from above... Abbie almost screamed! Heather was a Brob! A huge Brob, an over 6 mile high nightmare with feet the size of neighbourhoods coming to crush her...
It was quiet. Abbie risked opening her eyes. She was staring at a huge dirty sole falling towards her!
Abbie stopped after a while. Heather stood over her and Abbie shivered as she followed those long muscular legs up to.. Abbie quickly glanced past her underwear and saw her body stretching up and looking down.... An wry smile.
"Race memory," said Heather, Matter of factly. It was the first time she's actually heard her be serious about anything. She was still shaking.
"C-can y-you ppp-p"
"Sit down? No. Sorry. It's race memory. Do you know what that is?"
"R-r-r"
Heather shifted her leg and Abbie almost lost it!
"Right. I got some training to, you know. They don't let just anyone take on a new convert! What's happening is this...."
Heather sounded so sure and smart. Not the impossible to read mass of jolliness from earlier..
Heather rummaged through a load of papers with coffee stains and rips in. "Er... No.... Damnit, not page 3! Ah. YES! Oh, no. Okay I'm going to have to do this from memory."
"..." squeaked Abbie.
"Do you remember me crushing you and your whole family and all your friends under my foot without even noticing?"
"Arrgh! What?"
"Sorry, no, missed a bit. You are going through psychological rejection. Yes. They said it was normal. You are used to being.... " Heather sighed "I can't believe you were smaller than the sugar ants in my kitchen yesterday! Anyway, you have lived your whole life being a tiny teeny little bug, smaller than a small ant and your mind can't handle being like me, because of..."
Heather looked at another page. "...me. I scare you instinctively because of race memory. Remember when I asked if you remembered me treading on everyone you knew? Not an accident. That's what your subconscious is doing now. Our people have a history stretching back hundreds of thousands of years. And although we've all got on fine for our lifetimes, most of that time consisted of any meeting between us and your former people stuck to the soles of our feet in their hundreds or thousands. Your ex-people, who you used to be were just dirt beneath our feet and we were... gods? Natural disasters. Your ancestors evolved instincts that when you see one of us acting a certain way you will be terrified. It's dormant now in nearly all of the Lilliputians but the stress of suddenly changing and the resulting identity crisis can lead to paranoia *cough* believing it all to be a trick followed by this. The subconscious mind plunges back into the most primal parts of the brain trying to cling onto what it considers the core of who. You. Are. And do you know what that is?
Heather was a mountain in silhouette, the light haloed behind her head.
"A tiny insect, terrified of being crushed by me," Heather concluded.
Abbie simply stared at this tall suddenly quite different Brob...She began to cry.
"Rubbish!" yelled Heather reaching down and pulling Abbie up into almost a mad drunken waltz. "You are not a Lillipution now! That's gone! You are reborn as one of us. You are a Brobdingnagian! What are you"
"Brobby?"
"Who are you?"
"I'm a Brobdingnagian."
Heather pulled back releasing Abbie to stand on her own two feet.
"I am a Brobdingnagian. I'm a BROBDINGNAGIAN!" she yelled, and it was full of joy. Heather smiled and hugged her.
"I'm proud of you. Speck of dirt no more. My fellow Brobdingnagian I welcome you to humanity!" Heather kissed her on the forehead and they embraced. Abbie felt less scared than before.
"I still feel a bit.."
Heather shushed her with her finger. "Hush. You'll still struggle for a bit. We need to get you to shed your old midset and accept your new identity."
"Will you help?"
"Of course." Heather smiled , "You said Polly or someone?"
"What?"
"Your friend to come and visit!"
"Oh no! Connie!"
"Oh okay," Heather was back to her old self, grinning from ear to ear and bouncing on the balls of her feet, "And she's really just a third of a millimeter high?" She seemed quite breathless at the very thought.
"I.. suppose yes... she is now."
What just happened? It was like Heather had just turned into someone else talking about psychology and scaring the life out of her and now it was like that had never happened!
"Why bring just one little friend? I want to meet everyone."
"I don't really have many friends.." said Abbie sadly.
Heather's face sagged a bit. "Well it would be more fun with lots of Lillies. Well you've got... Connie?"
"Right."
"And who else, all of them."
"Well there's Fae." Heather smiled and nodded encouragingly. " and Caroline, but that's it."
"Ah, no you must get on with more people. No boys?"
"No." Heather looked sad. "I quite liked Emily, Leyla and Shana. There were nice sometimes and never horrible to me.
Abbie sat on the sofa and didn't flinch when Heather bounded on as well and cuddled her tightly.
"I still can't believe you were a bit of a millimeter tall this morning! Imagine if you were like that now!"
Abbie stared at Heather's foot and nearly lost it, but instead clung tighter and let the bigger girl smother her.
"Let's make a list... I can't wait till they get here!" Heather was almost purring with anticipation as she pressed her new little housemate close to her and felt her racing heart.
A really long scarily strong bare leg coiled round her and pulled her close to Heather. This ended up meaning that Heather's breasts were resting on Abby's head! She gasped.
"Oops! Sorry Abbie," laughed Heather as she allowed the ex-Lily to escape, "I wanted a hug with my new friend. I like hugs. Okay with you?"
"Erm.. y.." Abby was encircled by long athletic arms and legs and crushed into Heathers toned stomach, as the world tipped and she fell onto the rug, the bigger girl falling from above... Abbie almost screamed! Heather was a Brob! A huge Brob, an over 6 mile high nightmare with feet the size of neighbourhoods coming to crush her...
It was quiet. Abbie risked opening her eyes. She was staring at a huge dirty sole falling towards her!
Abbie stopped after a while. Heather stood over her and Abbie shivered as she followed those long muscular legs up to.. Abbie quickly glanced past her underwear and saw her body stretching up and looking down.... An wry smile.
"Race memory," said Heather, Matter of factly. It was the first time she's actually heard her be serious about anything. She was still shaking.
"C-can y-you ppp-p"
"Sit down? No. Sorry. It's race memory. Do you know what that is?"
"R-r-r"
Heather shifted her leg and Abbie almost lost it!
"Right. I got some training to, you know. They don't let just anyone take on a new convert! What's happening is this...."
Heather sounded so sure and smart. Not the impossible to read mass of jolliness from earlier..
Heather rummaged through a load of papers with coffee stains and rips in. "Er... No.... Damnit, not page 3! Ah. YES! Oh, no. Okay I'm going to have to do this from memory."
"..." squeaked Abbie.
"Do you remember me crushing you and your whole family and all your friends under my foot without even noticing?"
"Arrgh! What?"
"Sorry, no, missed a bit. You are going through psychological rejection. Yes. They said it was normal. You are used to being.... " Heather sighed "I can't believe you were smaller than the sugar ants in my kitchen yesterday! Anyway, you have lived your whole life being a tiny teeny little bug, smaller than a small ant and your mind can't handle being like me, because of..."
Heather looked at another page. "...me. I scare you instinctively because of race memory. Remember when I asked if you remembered me treading on everyone you knew? Not an accident. That's what your subconscious is doing now. Our people have a history stretching back hundreds of thousands of years. And although we've all got on fine for our lifetimes, most of that time consisted of any meeting between us and your former people stuck to the soles of our feet in their hundreds or thousands. Your ex-people, who you used to be were just dirt beneath our feet and we were... gods? Natural disasters. Your ancestors evolved instincts that when you see one of us acting a certain way you will be terrified. It's dormant now in nearly all of the Lilliputians but the stress of suddenly changing and the resulting identity crisis can lead to paranoia *cough* believing it all to be a trick followed by this. The subconscious mind plunges back into the most primal parts of the brain trying to cling onto what it considers the core of who. You. Are. And do you know what that is?
Heather was a mountain in silhouette, the light haloed behind her head.
"A tiny insect, terrified of being crushed by me," Heather concluded.
Abbie simply stared at this tall suddenly quite different Brob...She began to cry.
"Rubbish!" yelled Heather reaching down and pulling Abbie up into almost a mad drunken waltz. "You are not a Lillipution now! That's gone! You are reborn as one of us. You are a Brobdingnagian! What are you"
"Brobby?"
"Who are you?"
"I'm a Brobdingnagian."
Heather pulled back releasing Abbie to stand on her own two feet.
"I am a Brobdingnagian. I'm a BROBDINGNAGIAN!" she yelled, and it was full of joy. Heather smiled and hugged her.
"I'm proud of you. Speck of dirt no more. My fellow Brobdingnagian I welcome you to humanity!" Heather kissed her on the forehead and they embraced. Abbie felt less scared than before.
"I still feel a bit.."
Heather shushed her with her finger. "Hush. You'll still struggle for a bit. We need to get you to shed your old midset and accept your new identity."
"Will you help?"
"Of course." Heather smiled , "You said Polly or someone?"
"What?"
"Your friend to come and visit!"
"Oh no! Connie!"
"Oh okay," Heather was back to her old self, grinning from ear to ear and bouncing on the balls of her feet, "And she's really just a third of a millimeter high?" She seemed quite breathless at the very thought.
"I.. suppose yes... she is now."
What just happened? It was like Heather had just turned into someone else talking about psychology and scaring the life out of her and now it was like that had never happened!
"Why bring just one little friend? I want to meet everyone."
"I don't really have many friends.." said Abbie sadly.
Heather's face sagged a bit. "Well it would be more fun with lots of Lillies. Well you've got... Connie?"
"Right."
"And who else, all of them."
"Well there's Fae." Heather smiled and nodded encouragingly. " and Caroline, but that's it."
"Ah, no you must get on with more people. No boys?"
"No." Heather looked sad. "I quite liked Emily, Leyla and Shana. There were nice sometimes and never horrible to me.
Abbie sat on the sofa and didn't flinch when Heather bounded on as well and cuddled her tightly.
"I still can't believe you were a bit of a millimeter tall this morning! Imagine if you were like that now!"
Abbie stared at Heather's foot and nearly lost it, but instead clung tighter and let the bigger girl smother her.
"Let's make a list... I can't wait till they get here!" Heather was almost purring with anticipation as she pressed her new little housemate close to her and felt her racing heart.
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June 8, 2023
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