Nicole and Dianne Have Lunch
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
bobascher1
At first Dianne was disoriented by the fact she was now bouncing uncontrollably in the hand of a building sized pre-teen. She quickly calmed herself and even raised her hands to scream “weee!” Nicole was glad to see her Dianne adjust so quickly. She didn’t want to hurt the woman, just play as any kid would.
Nicole stopped in front of the door to her room. She was surprised how much time had passed. From her hip she heard a tiny voice, “What’s wrong sweetie?”
Lifting up her living Barbie, “Oh, I am realizing it is about lunch time and I haven’t eaten.” Petting the blond hair, she asked, “Are you hungry Dianne?”
At the mention of food, the tip of Nicole’s middle finger, which was pressing on Dianne’s belly, felt a rumble. “I guess I am!” Dianne said shocked.
Nicole giggled and carried her to the kitchen. Placing Dianne on the counter, Nicole said. “I don’t know much about cooking, but we have some chips and peanut butter.”
Dianne leaned down and stroked the massive thumb near her. “Let me help then. With my brains and your crane sized body, we can make something really tasty.”
That’s exactly what happened. Over the next half hour the pair giggled and chatted as Nicole and Dianne made rice pilaf and pan roasted chicken. The smell drew out Lisa who seemed hungry, but coy about something.
“Lisa, come eat! Dianne has taught me how to make real food!” Nicole beamed. Dianne became teary at the sense of pride and belonging.
“Nicole,” cried Dianne. Nicole turned to see Dianne had her arms raised. Taking the hint she pulled her friend into a tight hug. She stroked her for a minute until Dianne leaned back, “Our food is getting cold silly.”
A giant finger wiped the moisture from Dianne’s eyes and then grabbed their plate. Sitting both the woman and the plate down, Dianne reached over and grabbed a grain of rice. Dianne settles into a position next to Nicole’s giant forearm, sitting on her knees. She noticed the rice was as long as a finger. At her size, she saw for the first time that rice had a crust and a mushy texture inside. Similarly the chicken has a ropy texture. She paused at the thought though that she now could be chicken food. Leaning against Nicole’s arm, she was glad she has a giantess right here to protect her.
The girls had a delightful time chatting and munching on the dish. Several times Nicole used a giant towel to blot the grease from Dianne’s hands so she didn’t stain her dress, as unfortunately she had to eat with her hands. Nicole would then wipe her lips and kiss the blond on the top of the head. This caused Dianne to blush and giggle.
As lunch drew to a close, Lisa packed away the left overs and then slipped away. Nicole looked at her little wingman. “So Barbie, do we wash the dishes now or should we play some first?”
Dianne leaned forward and kissed the tip of Nicole’s nose. “I’m up for either as long as it’s with you, sweetheart.”
Nicole stopped in front of the door to her room. She was surprised how much time had passed. From her hip she heard a tiny voice, “What’s wrong sweetie?”
Lifting up her living Barbie, “Oh, I am realizing it is about lunch time and I haven’t eaten.” Petting the blond hair, she asked, “Are you hungry Dianne?”
At the mention of food, the tip of Nicole’s middle finger, which was pressing on Dianne’s belly, felt a rumble. “I guess I am!” Dianne said shocked.
Nicole giggled and carried her to the kitchen. Placing Dianne on the counter, Nicole said. “I don’t know much about cooking, but we have some chips and peanut butter.”
Dianne leaned down and stroked the massive thumb near her. “Let me help then. With my brains and your crane sized body, we can make something really tasty.”
That’s exactly what happened. Over the next half hour the pair giggled and chatted as Nicole and Dianne made rice pilaf and pan roasted chicken. The smell drew out Lisa who seemed hungry, but coy about something.
“Lisa, come eat! Dianne has taught me how to make real food!” Nicole beamed. Dianne became teary at the sense of pride and belonging.
“Nicole,” cried Dianne. Nicole turned to see Dianne had her arms raised. Taking the hint she pulled her friend into a tight hug. She stroked her for a minute until Dianne leaned back, “Our food is getting cold silly.”
A giant finger wiped the moisture from Dianne’s eyes and then grabbed their plate. Sitting both the woman and the plate down, Dianne reached over and grabbed a grain of rice. Dianne settles into a position next to Nicole’s giant forearm, sitting on her knees. She noticed the rice was as long as a finger. At her size, she saw for the first time that rice had a crust and a mushy texture inside. Similarly the chicken has a ropy texture. She paused at the thought though that she now could be chicken food. Leaning against Nicole’s arm, she was glad she has a giantess right here to protect her.
The girls had a delightful time chatting and munching on the dish. Several times Nicole used a giant towel to blot the grease from Dianne’s hands so she didn’t stain her dress, as unfortunately she had to eat with her hands. Nicole would then wipe her lips and kiss the blond on the top of the head. This caused Dianne to blush and giggle.
As lunch drew to a close, Lisa packed away the left overs and then slipped away. Nicole looked at her little wingman. “So Barbie, do we wash the dishes now or should we play some first?”
Dianne leaned forward and kissed the tip of Nicole’s nose. “I’m up for either as long as it’s with you, sweetheart.”
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