Announcing Terry's Date Tiny Terry chapter 2 by KoroKoroAi

Terry finally swallowed the last of the sticky pancake glob. He felt a strange, fluttery sensation in his stomach. He wiped his hands on the tablecloth (which was really just a massive, slightly damp paper towel to him) and took a deep breath that did nothing to steady him.

“Um,” he squeaked. The sound was so small, so insignificant against the ambient noise of his family finishing breakfast. He cleared his throat and tried again, projecting his voice as far as his little lungs would allow. “Actually, I have plans today.”

Jenna paused, her coffee mug halfway to her lips. Hazel’s head tilted, her sweet smile fixed in place. Even Kayla’s thumb stopped scrolling on her phone.

“Plans?” Jenna asked, her voice dripping with maternal curiosity. “What kind of plans, sweetie? A playdate with one of the other tinies from the neighborhood? I could set up the dollhouse!”

Terry felt heat crawl up his neck. “No, Mom. Not a playdate. A… date date.”

The word hung in the air, small and explosive.

Jenna’s perfectly sculpted eyebrows shot up. Her lips parted in a perfectly practiced ‘O’ of surprise. “A date! My little man, going on a date!” She set her mug down with a thud that made the table tremble. She brought her hands to her cheeks, a gesture of mock astonishment. “I’m so proud! Look at him, girls! All grown up and dating!”

But her eyes, as they fixed on him, were possessive, calculating. The sparkle in them was the cold glitter of a woman staring at her jewelry case, wondering what to wear - not warm pride, exactly.

Hazel’s reaction was less controlled. Her smile didn’t waver, but it froze, becoming a brittle, porcelain thing. The pink flush of her cheeks deepened to an angry rose. Her fingers, which had been toying with her hair clip, clenched into a tiny fist in her lap. “A date?” she echoed, her sing-song voice a half-octave higher than usual. “With… with who, Terry-Berry?”

“You know who,” Kayla drawled, not looking up. Her voice was a bored, dark syrup. “It’s with that other speck. Tina. The one who dresses like a discount Bratz doll.”

“It is with Tina,” Terry confirmed, trying to sound firm, but faltering. He stood up on the table, a speck of hopeless confidence. “Actually, she should be here soon. We’re going out together.”

Jenna’s expression softened into one of sweet concern. She leaned forward, and her colossal cleavage, barely contained by her branded sweatshirt, became a looming canyon above him. The sweet, cloying scent of her floral perfume intensified. “Oh, honey… Baby, are you sure that’s wise? Remember what happened last time? At the park?” She tapped a giant, manicured finger on the table next to him. Tap. Tap. Tap. “That lovely jogger girl - I think her name was Larua? She didn’t even see you two little ones on the bench. She just… plopped right down for a rest.” Jenna sighed, a gust of coffee-scented air. She rested her head on her hand, placing her elbow on the table. Her breasts flattened slightly against the tablecloth. “Poor Tina was stuck her leggings for an hour, remember? And you, my brave little man, you were smothered right in between her… well, her derriere. It took you ages to get out. Remember? You were so flattened. You didn’t speak for a day!”

Terry’s entire body burned with humiliation. He remembered the world going dark, the immense, warm pressure, the muffled sounds of the woman complaining about her workout. Tina’s muffled screams and cries somewhere nearby. He remembered the shameful, involuntary reaction his body had to the overwhelming softness - of course, that part of the story, he had withheld from his Mom when he came home beaten and ragged. He looked down at the table. “That… that was an accident,” he mumbled.

“And the time before that,” Jenna continued, her tone sweetly relentless. “At the movie theater? You two were sharing a single popcorn kernel on the armrest. But that giggling group of teen girls with their big, scary soda cups… One little nudge, and you were both flung away in a tidal wave of Diet Coke and ice..” She giggled. “When you finally came home, you were so sticky! And trembly. And cute.” She smiled softly at him, sighing as though his near-swallowing was a happy memory for her.

Hazle couldn’t hold back any longer. “She’s not right for you, Terry!” she burst out, her voice trembling with emotion. “She’s too… too shy! She doesn’t know how to take care of you like family does! What if she loses you? What if a bird thinks you’re a crumb? Or a cat?” She shuddered dramatically. “You should stay here. With me. We could have a tea party. I got a new miniature teacup set! It’s authentic porcelain!”

“A tea party,” Kayla repeated flatly. She finally looked up, her dark-rimmed eyes locking onto Terry. A slow, cruel smile played on her black-lipsticked lips. “How charming. Personally, I think you and Tina are perfect together. Like salt and pepper.” She leaned in slightly, getting louder and even more smug. “Perfect for being sprinkled on something… and eaten. I bet those girls at the movie theater are still wondering why their sodas were so good that day.”

A cold shiver, entirely unrelated to the morning chill, went down Terry’s spine. Kayla’s jokes were never just jokes.

Jenna waved a dismissive hand. “Now, now, girls. Terry is a young man. He wants to spread his tiny wings.” She focused back on him, her gaze sharp. “So. Where are you planning to take this little… adventure? Somewhere safe, I hope? Somewhere contained?” She pouted as she tilted her head, and waited for his response.

This was it. The moment he’d been dreading. He puffed out his chest, a ludicrous gesture for something so small. He was going to be mature. He was going to have a normal, human date. For once. Just this once, please.

“We’re going,” he announced, with as much dignity as a one-inch-tall man could muster, “to...