Smallara Episode 537: A Giantess Story

Jordan relaxed in the comfortable confines of Sara’s bag. He was tucked away from the prying eyes of her peers. While her books and materials were stuffed beneath him, he rested on the soft hoodie, nestled between two folds of the sweatshirt she had stuffed inside, creating a cushioned space that now made up his floor. The thick fabric, slightly worn from frequent use, cradled him in warmth. He shifted slightly, adjusting his position so that the soft fleece pressed up against his back rather than bunching beneath him.

The scent of Sara’s hoodie filled his nostrils—a mixture of laundry detergent, faint traces of her shampoo, and something distinctly her. It was a strangely grounding sensation, an almost subconscious reminder that, despite the absurdity of his situation, he was safe. Here, hidden away from the massive, chaotic world, he could just exist without the constant reminder of how small he had become.

The voice of Mallory was close by, telling Jordan that she must be positioned near Sara’s bag, but he couldn’t actually see her when he looked up through the opening. Instead, all he could glimpse was the blurred movement of hands and books as students passed by, the occasional flash of a sleeve or a backpack strap swinging past. He considered trying to peek out more, but he knew from experience that drawing attention to himself was a mistake. The moment someone saw him, the questions would start. The stares. The awkward, lingering looks from people who either pitied him or found his existence fascinating in a way that made him feel like an exhibit. No, it was better to stay tucked away, where he could control his own space.

Sara walked with a natural, measured pace that Jordan had come to appreciate. She had figured out early on how to move in a way that wouldn’t send him tumbling around inside her bag, keeping her steps light but steady. It was an unconscious act of consideration on her part, but one that made all the difference for him. Other Littles weren’t always so lucky—he had heard stories about Guardians who threw their Littles into bags without a second thought, treating them like nothing more than accessories. But Sara wasn’t like that. Even now, he could feel the way she occasionally adjusted her bag’s position, subtly shifting the weight to ensure he wasn’t pressed too hard against the textbooks below.

The rhythmic sway of her movement was almost hypnotic, rocking him gently with each step. It reminded him of being on a quiet train ride, where the smooth motion lulled passengers into a comfortable daze. If he let himself relax fully, he could almost doze off, enveloped in the warmth of the hoodie, the faint rustling of paper and notebooks around him blending into white noise.

The air inside the bag was slightly warmer than the outside, trapped heat from Sara’s body making it feel like a cozy little cocoon. It wasn’t stuffy, though, Sara had left the top unzipped, allowing fresh air to filter in. He appreciated that. Being sealed in a bag like a piece of luggage would have been unbearable, both physically and mentally. The ability to look up and see the opening, to know that he could climb out if he wanted to, made all the difference.

Mentally, it was an odd thing to process. He had once been independent, moving through the world like anyone else. Now, he was being carried through a high school like an afterthought, tucked into a backpack that wasn’t even his. And yet, somehow, he didn’t mind. There was a strange kind of security in it. Out there, beyond the fabric walls of Sara’s bag, the world was overwhelming, massive, loud, full of dangers he never had to think about before. But inside here, everything was contained. Predictable. Safe.

The muffled voices of students filled the air, bits and pieces of conversation slipping through as Sara moved through the hallways. Jordan could pick out words, sometimes entire sentences, but none of it really mattered to him. It was just background noise, a hum of life happening around him while he remained in his own little pocket of the world.

A sudden shift in the bag signaled that Sara had sat down, likely in her next class. Jordan adjusted accordingly, bracing himself slightly as her bag settled into place. He heard the faint sound of a zipper, then the rustling of notebooks as she reached inside, her fingers brushing past him as she pulled out her materials. He stayed still, waiting for the inevitable.

Sure enough, a moment later, he felt a familiar fingertip gently tousling his hair. “Still comfy in there?” Sara whispered, amusement in her tone.

Jordan sighed. “Still comfy,” he admitted, though he swatted half-heartedly at her finger. “Not that you need to keep checking.”

“I like knowing you’re good,” she replied simply before zipping the bag just enough to close it halfway, leaving him plenty of space to breathe. “Besides, I think you like it in there.”

Jordan hesitated, then shrugged, even though she couldn’t see him. “Maybe a little.”

Sara laughed softly before turning her attention back to the class, leaving Jordan to settle back into his little nook. He could hear the teacher starting the lecture, but it was nothing he cared to listen to. Instead, he let himself sink into the soft hoodie beneath him, letting the warmth and comfort of his enclosed space ease some of the tension from his body.

For all the challenges that came with being a Little, this, being tucked away, shielded from the world, knowing that Sara was looking out for him, was one of the few things that actually felt… nice.

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