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Summer heat was slowly beginning to set into everyday life, afflicting people with peak temperatures in noon hours, causing them to search for respite in cooled dwellings and only set foot outside in later hours, once sunshine became bearable and shade not a necessity. With evening approaching, parks, squares and promenades became populated with people eager to engage in social shenanigans and leisure, cooling themselves down in any way possible.

Two pairs of bunny feet were crunching on the road of fine gravel, carrying their owners across the small park, sheltered from the sun with tree tops of tall elms and beeches. Large bushy bushes were blocking the noise of traffic from the road going around the park, two ice cream cones bought from a nearby vendor were welcoming refreshments after work and their acquisition served as a brief break during their conversation.

“So, how did that bunnora ended up, then?” I continued in the previous talk about Ravingses day at work.

“It took a while, but at the end of the shift, I managed to scrape her ears clean and start treating the infection,” my companion explained the rest of the experience from today’s work day. “ She needed a bit of persuasion, had to bribe her a little, but I managed to convince her it’s cool if I rummage around her ears - and what a huge ears they were. I could fit whole in one of them. Sort of reminded me of you.”

I giggled and squished Ravingses paw I was holding a little and made my own grow bigger, making his hand sink inside it.

“Yeah, I was really looking forward to today,” he looked up at me, smiling and crunching on the mushy end of the ice cream cone.

“I know you did,” I smiled back, amused by a spot of melting icecream stuck below his lip. “I’m gonna show you something real good.”

“Wanna give me a little heads up?”

“No,” I firmly denied his attempt to spoil the surprise and pulled him to exit from the park.

“Wanna take the tram or are we gonna walk?” Ravings asked as we stood at the sidewalk, watching the commuting cars go both ways.

Seeing how the last three people on the tram stop were desperately trying to squeeze inside the overfilled wagon, I turned to Ravings, wiped the ice cream drop from his chin with an enlarged finger and said: “We can walk, it’s just two stops, anyway.”

“Okay, I don’t mind.”

Bunny boy leaned on me and obediently moved wherever my big hand pulled him. I made myself grow a little bigger, just a tiny little, so it would not be noticeable by nearby pedestrians, but enough for Ravings to catch his interest. He shrunk a little, upon seeing that, and kept a sly smile. We almost looked like a sister with a little brother now, a somewhat common occurrence whenever we spent time together outside.

From the small park it was a straight line of a fifteen minute walk to the apartment complex where I lived in a small flat. We stopped at the bakery for a sack of freshly made cakes and then went straight to my home, playfully preventing my partner from attempting to snatch some of the refreshments by protecting them with my large paw.

In an elevator, Ravings shrunk into a pocket version of himself and sat on my shoulder, letting me carry him into my flat - something he really enjoyed doing. He gently clutched on my fur as I put away my bag and all the stuff I usually carry with myself.

“Are you hungry?” I asked and dumped cakes into a ceramic bowl with a painted running rabbit on the side. “I mean, hungry hungry. I got some veggie-noodles from yesterday, if you want. Will have to cook something tonight for tomorrow, anyway.”

“I mean, I could eat a little, if you don’t mind,” Ravings replied and slid down my shoulder, bounced and changed his size midair, hitting the ground back in his original size with as little as a puff of his soft paws.

“You will hurt yourself like this one day,” I noted as I was pulling out a bowl of leftovers from the fridge.

“Don’t worry, I got a lot better at controlling my powers,” he denied my claims with a smile, and proceeded to prepare plates and cutlery. “Besides, I need to practice.”

“You could rather practice with me,” I suggested with a mischievous smile. “In fact, we can get some practice done tonight.”

“We really could?” Ravings looked at me with ears straightened up with an interest.

“Yes,” I gently booped his nose as I passed him by. “But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I want to eat and sit down for a while.”

“And how are we going to practice?” he tried to scout the future actions, but I stopped him with a laugh.

“Don’t worry, you will find out soon enough.”

I left dinner serving to Ravings and went to change into something more homely and comfortable, switching summer dress for a t-shirt and shorts, before returning to a kitchen corner just as a microwave signaled its purpose was fulfilled with a pervasive ring, and sitting down for a meal. Bunny boy sat on my lap and made himself smaller, while I grew so he could still reach his plate, making me feel like I have a small child gently bopping his feet on my knees while slurping noodles.

“All good?” I asked, when he put away his plate with a satisfied sigh and leaned back on me.

“Ya,” he briefly nodded and wiggled around a bit. “I wouldn’t mind to lie down a bit, now.”

“We can do just that,” I agreed and put my paws around him. “Want me to carry you to the couch?”

“Yes, please,” the bunny boy happily agreed and put his arms up, so I could wrap him into my big hands, and carried him to the sofa in the living room part of the flat and spread all over the piece of furniture with soft green coverings in front of the television.

“Shucks!” I exhaled with disappointment when I reached for the remote. “I forgot the snacks.”

“I’ll get them, just stay here,” Ravings suggested, crawled out of my hands and jumped down on the floor. His soft paws were quietly scuttling around and while he was gone, I made myself grow larger, so big in fact my legs were now hanging down from the sofa’s armrest. Ravings was soon back, huffing as he was hauling a large bowl still in his small form, but he lit up right away as soon as he saw me. I freed his hands by picking up a bowl with snacks so he could climb back up on the couch and find the most comfortable spot to sit down on me. Of course he sat down right next to my shoulder, where he was within reach of my hand he could ask to be covered with it like a blanket. He comfortably curled up next to me and had my palm cover him with just his feet sticking out, holding onto my index finger, while my thumb was gently patting his head. I looked down on him, watching him dreamingly as he was enjoying my mere presence and touches. I used my free hand to split a cake in half and offered him one.

“I’m gonna leave crumbs,” he mumbled as he was munching a sweet, while small fragments of dough were falling down my fingers.

“That’s okay,” I assured him and gave him a good pat behind the ears. “We will clean it up later.”

He looked up at me with a smile, face covered with crumbs and sugar powder sticking to his white fur. I giggled and reached for a remote, finally turning on a television. Show already started, catching up on the travel of main hero Rinant, who got stuck in his giant form from a spell and could not shrink back into his normal size. At this moment, he was pictured sitting at the edge of a pond, treading water with his big toes and pondering what to do next, while his companion was trying to comfort him offering a possible solution, but from the tone of the conversation, I presumed it did not sound very plausible.

I was getting lost in the script, though. All the words were slowly getting drowned in the background, becoming more and more distant, as my eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, signaling the dreamland is winning control over me.

I think I must have fallen asleep for a second - or a while - while watching the show. I was awoken by a slight tickling on my index finger and when I looked down, I saw Ravings gently nibbling on it. He stopped as he noticed I’m awake with his ears guiltily bent down.

“Sorry. You were asleep and I just felt like doing that,” he explained.

“That’s fine,” I assured him with a smile, but had to let go of my partner, as my back became stiff from sleeping and demanded some stretching. “Hold up just a second, I wanted to show you something.”

I walked into the entry hallway, leaving bunny boy alone for a while, before I returned back with three different shoes, shrunk to my natural size. I sat on the floor in front of the sofa and laid them neatly before me.

“Look,” I said and started pointing. “These are your sneakers, these are my old flats, and these are my new flats I had to buy recently, because the old ones became rather tight all of sudden.”

“You had to buy them a size larger?” asked Ravings, examining the size differences.

“Yes,” I admitted and stretched my legs over the floor, bumping my feet into each other. “For some reason, my paws have grown a little bigger ever since we got together. And this happened on its own, I didn’t use my powers for it.”

“Wow!” sighed Ravings with astonishment, both pleased with his girlfriend’s feet growing larger, but also slightly concerned if this change will cause any issues for her - or if she can use her powers to hold it back. “Isn’t that amazing? Or weird?”

“I don’t know, but-!” I said with excitement and put the larger flat on. “I finally managed to do this. I’ve been trying to maintain this transformation for longer, but it only always lasted a few seconds.”

I lifted my foot with a shoe and focused my powers. Limb grew massively with the footwear, which then I took off, put on the floor and let my paw shrink back to its original form, while the flat preserved its enlarged size.

“Do you see this?” I asked joyfully, satisfied over my skills.

“Wow!” the bunny boy exhaled and stood up on the couch, observing the scene. “You can keep clothes bigger after you take them off?”

“Yeah, and I think it barely drains my powers.”

Raving jumped off the sofa on the floor, climbed on my knees and observed the peculiar footwear from there. “Can I check it out?”

“Sure,” I shrugged my shoulders and watched him hop down to take a closer look. He ran between my shins and as he was about to leave the area of my legs, I caught him with my big feet, squeezed him and then booped him from side to side a little, while I was giggling, watching him struggle to get out. He eventually freed himself, although I had a suspicion he was definitely enjoying it, by tickling my sole and jumped to the shoe exhibition. He first pushed his own sneaker to my pump and compared the size difference, looking like he is in extreme awe.

“Wow, they are just so big…” he exhaled. “I could, like, fit whole inside of them.”

He took a careful step forward, put one hand on my shoe and gave me a quizzical look. I slowly nodded in a confused agreement, unsure of what is he about to do, and following second he hopped inside my pump, sitting down grabbing an invisible steering wheel and started making engine noises.

I bursted out with silly laughter as he went: “Vroom! Vroom!” and immediately got an idea. I stood up, grabbed pump from behind and started pushing the shoe around the living room, making turns and imitating a car ride, much to the bunny boy’s enjoyment, taking off into the air after a while as my back started to ache from bent position.

I carefully made several spins with Ravings around the room and then safely landed him back onto the floor, as I then sat back on the couch to rest. He laughed, jumped out and climbed onto me.

“That was so random and fun,” he noted, standing on my knee.

“Yeah, I did not expect you to use my pump as a flying car,” I replied with a giggle.

“It sorta came out of nowhere,” he explained while scratching the back of his head.

“I don’t mind,” I said and gently took Ravings into my palms, growing them in size again. He laid back as I started to rub his face and ears with my fingertips, enjoying my oversized snuggles. “Aren’t you tired?”

“Not at all,” he replied happily, holding onto my index finger.

“I really need to do the dishes and start cooking for tomorrow,” I announced somewhat downcasted. I wanted to stay here and snuggle this tiny pocket person, but there were chores that needed to be done. “You can take a nap if you want until I’m done or something.”

“Or I could help you with your chores,” he responded with ears proudly straightened up.

“Oh, would you?” I asked with raised eyebrows in surprise.

“Of course. I’m not gonna just loiter here for free, am I?” Ravings said and ably climbed up my arm to stand on my shoulder. “Now, to the kitchen corner! Let’s go!”

I giggled with amusement, grabbed him and put him on top of head, where he stood between my ears, before I did as he commanded and went into the kitchen.

“I really need to do the dishes, first, I have no pots left.”

“I’m on it!” Ravings energicaly dropped down on the kitchen top and immediately went to the sink, plugging the drainage and turning on a faucet with hot water. I collected all the dishes that needed cleaning and by the time I got back, bunny boy was already stirring the water with a wooden spoon, creating a rich foam.

“I’ve probably overdid it,” he noted, watching how high is the foam rising.

“That’s all right,” I waved my hand over it and grabbed a sponge.

With Ravingses help, it probably did not save much time, but I still incredibly enjoyed watching him jump around, handing me dirty dishes, scrubbing plates with a brush that was too big for him and generally making a wet mess. I put the last cup on the dripper and pulled the plug, watching as a foam is slowly carried away into the drain, like a mountain range, whose tops are melting away undisturbed.

“I really put too much dish soap in there,” he admitted guiltily.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s not the end of the world,” I comforted him and gently booped his nose with my big finger. “Hop on, I need to wipe the worktop.”

Ravings jumped on my enlarged hand, sat astride and grabbed onto fur like he was riding a horse, as I held a piece of cloth and wiped the whole counter dry. I then had him climb back on my shoulder as I went to the fridge to gather ingredients for tomorrow’s meal.

“What are we gonna be making?” he asked, leaning inside.

“I was thinking of lasagna, they had dough and sauce on sale yesterday, so I bought a bunch of it.” I revealed and reached inside. “You can help me with cheese and veggies, if you want.”

A slight draft was bringing a fresh and chilled evening air inside the kitchen through open window, as tiny bunny boy was jumping around worktop with his hamaxe, tormenting vegetables half his size into smaller pieces and grating a block of hard cheese, while I was filling pan with dough and sauce. He used an empty jar as a stool and evenly threw his cut ingredients in the pan. We were soon done and I finished the preparations with a last sprinkle of spices on top, before I shoved the pan in the heated oven and set up an alarm in case I forgot about the meal.

“Phew…” Ravings exhaled and sat down at the edge of a cutting board. He seemed exhausted, something understandable when the food you cook is bigger than you. “Glad that one’s over - I’m done.”

“You did a fine piece of work,” I praised his efforts and started cleaning up the worktop. “Wouldn’t you like a bath? You got stains all over yourself.”

“A bath?” Ravings asked and looked over himself. “Guess I could use a shower, I’m all sticky.”

“Okay, then just wait here a sec.”

“Here? I don’t really feel like washing up in a kitchen sink.”

I laughed over bunny boy’s concerns and quickly came back with a wide bowl, a cup, shampoo bottle and a few hand towels.

“You can undress at the dining table,” I instructed him and filled the bowl with warm water I then put down next to Ravings, now free of dirty clothes, which after a while returned to their original size, and sat down on the chair. He immediately understood what sort of bath he will be taking and tested the warmth with his tiny foot. Assuming the temperature is correct, he slowly slid inside and delved into the water with a satisfied hum, as his sore muscles started to get relaxed.

“Is all good?” I asked, watching him enjoying his bath.

“Yeah,” he uttered blissfully.

I smiled, put my large paws in the water and started gently rubbing his body to scrape off the hardest dirt, much to his delight. I then added a drop of shampoo into my hands and foamed up the little bunny. He looked at me with a big grin and blew away some foam from his nose, as I continued to delicately massage his tiny body. I rubbed away all the dirt from his furcoat and then made him stand up, so I could rinse away all the foam with a cup, before I picked him up with a towel and put him on the table. I gently wiped him dry, leaving him nicely wrapped in a dry piece.

“I’m afraid you are gonna have to stay like this for a while,” I said with a mischievous smile, watching an adorable ball of fur walking around the table. “Before I wash and dry your clothes - or I can lend you some of mine.”

“I don’t mind, as long as I have a warm place to stay in,” Ravings replied with a happy smile. I could imagine being bathed and rubbed by a pair of big paws must have been exhilarating for him.

I let Ravings strut around my flat, wrapped in a towel, while I put my laundry with his clothes into the washing machine and turned the pan in the oven around. There was still some time before it will be done baking, so I could return my attention to the tiny bunny boy, currently sitting on the sofa all spread around like a melted gummy bear, watching television with eyes half closed. Strain, warm bath and soft towel made him very sleepy. He did not notice me, until I was standing right next to him.

“Did I wake you up?” I asked with a giggle.

“Nooo…” he said slowly and mightily yawnedd. “I’m awake all the time.”

“You sure are,” I leaned down and carefully picked him up, curling up on a sofa instead of him. I laid him on my chest, wrapping him with arms and hands in the fashion of a cozy bed, making myself grow as big as I trusted my furniture to hold me.

“You can have a nap, it’s okay,” I whispered, as he rolled around, pressed himself against my finger grabbing on fur, using my thumb as a pillow, falling asleep without a single worry on his mind.