Zuemy is going through your dad's stuff! Giantess/Shrinking & Farts chapter 7 by AddictedSinner

“I was wondering if you had fallen off the face of the earth Santos.” Zuemy the long hair genius let loose a deep chuckle and tossed her hair around. The pony tail wrapped bundle bobbed downwards and bumbled softly against her great hip. A full short stack in every sense of the word despite being several heads lower then the boy it was as if her personality acted as a booster seat allowing her to tower over him. She approached as close as she could but respected his space. She crossed her arms and looked up with a smirk. “I know you tend to enjoy some private time, but outright ghosting isn’t your style.”

Blaise could only rub the back of his head and pulled his still dead phone from his pocket. “Seems I didn’t plug the charger into the wall last night in all the excitement.”

Zuemy without skipping a beat was given the phone and plugged it in an extra charging battery retrieved from her cleavage. “Ah I see. The festivities overloaded your brain did they and you over slept?”

Blaise shook his head. “No, I was actually enjoying the free morning. I was also working on you know what. I err… had another ‘themed’ dream again.” All four of Blaises other friends knew about his dream journal. But only his parents, Lulu, and Zuemy actually knew the contents. He had told Zuemy after she had opened up to him about having similar themed dreams. What Blaise realized to late is that the exact reaction and attraction they both had towards these themes were on complete opposite ends of the spectrum.

Zuemy’s relation to tiny men were the same relation a Kajiu had with a city. It would end with a butt shaped crater and her heart, No, her very soul aflame with a dominant aura that would null all the pain of her past. A past Blaise had only vaguely put together over hearsay, with Lillian.

Said Kajiu in the making had turned away and walked into a open shed.

Blaise was actually on the fence still. The psychologist had advised that his mind simply processed his environment in a unique way. They blamed an absentee father on him placing all of the females in his life on pedestals of a sort. Which the young man couldn’t exactly deny. Raphael wasn’t a bad father by any stretch. He truly tried to be in his son’s life… But like all modern men the balance of work and life was an eternal struggle.

Blaise heaved a sigh as he looked at his dad’s company logo on the side of the storage shed. … Why was the company logo on the side of this shed!?

Blaise looked around and saw several already open boxes, some emptied out while other still held bits of tech parts. “Hang on a minute! These sheds are my dad’s!? Just what the heck are you doing?”

Zuemy was pent over a table with screw driver in hand. Her tightly clad booty shorts bobbed to a heard rhythm as she let out a sigh. “Mom gave me access after I said I needed some final parts to complete my recent project. A project I know you’re gonna LooVVee!~” She looked back over her shoulder and shot Blaise with her patented Sooeh-mee branded “Project in which you will be embarrassed so much it will leave a scar'ed memory that will haunt you for the rest of your sleepless nights as it sucker punches you from the darkness.” ^TM

But just what was this project?