Food, bed and research: the last items of the list
Well, 3 things in fact: food (for you're hungry), bed (eventually for when you need sleep), and research (to try to find a way to recover your size). There are the last urgent issues you have to solve, and therefore make your life as a tiny person a lot easier. You tell Isabella:
"Hey, now that I'm all cleaned up...can I get something to eat, please? I'm hungry...and thirsty..."
"Oh cierto, no creo que hayas tenido tiempo para consumir siquiera algo. Pero no te preocupes, ¡yo soy una excelente cocinera! ¡No hay manera alguna que pases hambre en mi casa!"("Oh right, I don't think you've had time to even consume anything. But don't worry, I'm an excellent cook! There's no way you'll go hungry in my house!") She replies, beaming with pride. You don't know about that, but since she seems to be in an excellent mood...you can only give her a try.
You nod at her, and soon you both depart to the kitchen. There, she leaves you on the table, alongside a big clean coin, likely for you to easily use as a "plate". From your position, you watch as the giantess starts to look across the kitchen, taking out materials for the dishes to come.
You can see how happy she is, not only because she's expertise, but also because she noticed how much of a change is to have fully cleaned utensils. Like so many other things, Isabella wasn't one accustomed to order and constant cleanliness.
Once she's ready, the woman starts to move all the ingredients, preparing them would be dishes from a list burned and integrated into her memories, thought by her mother. As the ingredients start to get cooked, the smell they produce is...making you drool with expectation: they truly smell excellent.
And when the time comes for you to eat, they taste as good as they smell. Since you lack any sort of cutlery for you to use properly at your size, Isabella had been cautious enough to prepare a dish to wish you could eat using your hands, and she cut pieces of her place small enough to fit on yours. When it came time for a drink, you drank from a bottle cap she had around, which she had carefully filled with a nice fresh fruit juice. With the two combined, your current hunger and thirst had been solved, and you both had earned useful experience for the next times to come. You look at Isabella and said:
"Thank you for the meal! It was delicious! You weren't kidding about being a good cook."
"Me alegra que te haya gustado mi comida, Denis. Aprendí de mi madre, y gracias a ella conozco todas las recetas de las cuales he preparado desde entonces."("I'm glad you liked my food, Denis. I learned from my mother, and thanks to her I know all the recipes I've made ever since.") She replied.
"Well, if that's the case, I perhaps should one day thank your mother for this. Now, a bed for myself is in order: I want to have somewhere to sleep in when the night comes."
She nods in agreement and carries you back to the bedroom. There, right beside her bed, lay a small pedestal table. After seeing all the possible locations from where to have your bed, this ended up being the best one: close enough to Isabella in case of emergencies, yet far enough not to be in danger of being crushed accidentally by her.
Once there, you both think about how the bed should be like. Eventually, you decide to form it from a big piece of cotton and use a napkin as a blanket. You try on, and said to Isabella:
"This is...surprisingly comfy. Not as comfy as a real bed, but is going to work good enough for me to sleep on it"
Then, with this matter solved, came the final matter: research. You becoming this small wasn't normal, but maybe, just maybe, had not been the first recorded case. If that was the case, then that could either mean there was a potential cure...or ways to make your new way of life bearable, even enjoyable.
Isabella booted out her computer, which you had used its cables to both get down and climb down from and to her desk. There, you watch alongside the woman on the screen, typing, and trying to browse the internet for any sort of results you were looking for.
Unfortunately, you only found fanfics and fake images. You both blushed when you discovered that there were a lot of several sexual fetishes related to the size difference, but nothing of real use.
You both spent the entire rest of the day searching and searching, but to no avail. You then have a nice dinner, and went to sleep in, for you both planned to keep searching in the morning. Once you'd covered yourself with the "blanket", you said to Isabella, who had changed into her pajama:
"Well, that was an unsuccessful venture."
"Sí, más no creo que deberíamos rendirnos: recién empezamos hoy."("Yes, but I don't think we should give up: we just started today.") She replied, trying to cheer up your downhearted spirit
"Yeah, you're right: perhaps we have better luck tomorrow, or in the next few days...good nigh Isabella, have a great sleep." you said then, biding goodnight to your host.
"Buenas noches Denis, que duermas bien."("Good night Denis, sleep well.") She replied, biding you goodnight as well.
In but a few minutes, you both were fully sleep, the different experiences and events of the day finally showing their effect.
"Hey, now that I'm all cleaned up...can I get something to eat, please? I'm hungry...and thirsty..."
"Oh cierto, no creo que hayas tenido tiempo para consumir siquiera algo. Pero no te preocupes, ¡yo soy una excelente cocinera! ¡No hay manera alguna que pases hambre en mi casa!"("Oh right, I don't think you've had time to even consume anything. But don't worry, I'm an excellent cook! There's no way you'll go hungry in my house!") She replies, beaming with pride. You don't know about that, but since she seems to be in an excellent mood...you can only give her a try.
You nod at her, and soon you both depart to the kitchen. There, she leaves you on the table, alongside a big clean coin, likely for you to easily use as a "plate". From your position, you watch as the giantess starts to look across the kitchen, taking out materials for the dishes to come.
You can see how happy she is, not only because she's expertise, but also because she noticed how much of a change is to have fully cleaned utensils. Like so many other things, Isabella wasn't one accustomed to order and constant cleanliness.
Once she's ready, the woman starts to move all the ingredients, preparing them would be dishes from a list burned and integrated into her memories, thought by her mother. As the ingredients start to get cooked, the smell they produce is...making you drool with expectation: they truly smell excellent.
And when the time comes for you to eat, they taste as good as they smell. Since you lack any sort of cutlery for you to use properly at your size, Isabella had been cautious enough to prepare a dish to wish you could eat using your hands, and she cut pieces of her place small enough to fit on yours. When it came time for a drink, you drank from a bottle cap she had around, which she had carefully filled with a nice fresh fruit juice. With the two combined, your current hunger and thirst had been solved, and you both had earned useful experience for the next times to come. You look at Isabella and said:
"Thank you for the meal! It was delicious! You weren't kidding about being a good cook."
"Me alegra que te haya gustado mi comida, Denis. Aprendí de mi madre, y gracias a ella conozco todas las recetas de las cuales he preparado desde entonces."("I'm glad you liked my food, Denis. I learned from my mother, and thanks to her I know all the recipes I've made ever since.") She replied.
"Well, if that's the case, I perhaps should one day thank your mother for this. Now, a bed for myself is in order: I want to have somewhere to sleep in when the night comes."
She nods in agreement and carries you back to the bedroom. There, right beside her bed, lay a small pedestal table. After seeing all the possible locations from where to have your bed, this ended up being the best one: close enough to Isabella in case of emergencies, yet far enough not to be in danger of being crushed accidentally by her.
Once there, you both think about how the bed should be like. Eventually, you decide to form it from a big piece of cotton and use a napkin as a blanket. You try on, and said to Isabella:
"This is...surprisingly comfy. Not as comfy as a real bed, but is going to work good enough for me to sleep on it"
Then, with this matter solved, came the final matter: research. You becoming this small wasn't normal, but maybe, just maybe, had not been the first recorded case. If that was the case, then that could either mean there was a potential cure...or ways to make your new way of life bearable, even enjoyable.
Isabella booted out her computer, which you had used its cables to both get down and climb down from and to her desk. There, you watch alongside the woman on the screen, typing, and trying to browse the internet for any sort of results you were looking for.
Unfortunately, you only found fanfics and fake images. You both blushed when you discovered that there were a lot of several sexual fetishes related to the size difference, but nothing of real use.
You both spent the entire rest of the day searching and searching, but to no avail. You then have a nice dinner, and went to sleep in, for you both planned to keep searching in the morning. Once you'd covered yourself with the "blanket", you said to Isabella, who had changed into her pajama:
"Well, that was an unsuccessful venture."
"Sí, más no creo que deberíamos rendirnos: recién empezamos hoy."("Yes, but I don't think we should give up: we just started today.") She replied, trying to cheer up your downhearted spirit
"Yeah, you're right: perhaps we have better luck tomorrow, or in the next few days...good nigh Isabella, have a great sleep." you said then, biding goodnight to your host.
"Buenas noches Denis, que duermas bien."("Good night Denis, sleep well.") She replied, biding you goodnight as well.
In but a few minutes, you both were fully sleep, the different experiences and events of the day finally showing their effect.
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May 29, 2023
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