G/T Adventures

A Virus

Lynn placed the final piece of bread on the sandwich, setting it down onto the plate. She then placed the plate on a tray next to a mug of Spearmint tea. With a heavy sigh, she lifted the tray but remained where she stood for a few moments to think.

It'd been three weeks already since the sickness spread, and scientists still have not a single idea what this was. All she could do was hope it ended soon.

Wandering the hall of the small, one-floor house, she tapped three soft knocks on the bedroom door. "Blake? Blake, it's me...I've brought your lunch." 

"Come in hun." Blake's quiet voice called from within, and so she entered the small bedroom that didn't hold much but a simple dresser, a desk, small nightstand, and the bed, which her husband lay on. However, her husband had the sickness. The virus. It made him a part of his usual height. Instead of being 6'4, he was a small 3 feet tall. The height of a tall toddler at most. 

"How are you feeling?" Lynn approached the bedside, placing the tray down carefully on the nightstand placing two fingers on her husband's forehead. He was still very warm.

"The same as last time you asked." His small hand came out, curling around her fingers and clutching them tightly. "Please...will you hold me? The sickness only affects men, please...I miss you, Lynn." His tiny eyes bore into hers, a desperate, sad look in the green pools.

Very carefully, Lynn wrapped her arms around Blake and held him in a cradling position, pressing him against her body. He was only garbed in one of his pajama shirts, and even then, it was far too big for him. "I miss you too dear. This will be fixed before we know it." 

"How do we know?" Blake asked, nestling into his giantess wife's body for comfort and warmth. He shivered against her. "F-For all we know I could be stuck like this. I-I don't want to be stuck like this Lynn! W-What would I do?!"

"Blake, Blake please calm down."She placed a delicate kiss on the top of her toddler-sized husband's head. "Even if you get stuck like this I'll love you like I do now. I'll take care of you like I am now." Slowly and carefully, Lynn placed Blake back on the bed, covering him up with the thick blanket. "Now, let me help you."

Taking the mug of tea from the tray, Lynn used one hand to tilt up Blake's head and used the other to tip the mug so he could take a drink. She knew how weak the virus had made him. He had tried to get out of bed the other day and couldn't even stand. His legs had been so shaky she had to move him into bed herself to keep him from falling. It pained her so much to see him suffer like this, and she knew many other women were dealing with the same issue. Except some women were enjoying the power trip. 

The other day when she was out shopping to try and find things for Blake, she had seen a woman with whom she could only assume was once her husband, only the poor man was dressed in baby clothes, had a pacifier forced in his mouth, and a diaper strapped to his bottom. The scene made her sick. The man had looked so embarrassed and saddened. 

"Th-Thank you, Lynn." Her husband's voice pulled her from her thoughts and she could see him trying to take the mug from her hands. 

"No, Blake, no." Quickly she pulled the cup away before he could burn himself and sat looking down at his face with stern eyes. "Don't do that!"

He was positively mortified, being scolded by his wife who was basically twice the size of him. While he knew she meant well, it still unnerved him. Shook him to his core. "A-Alright, I'm sorry." Blake forced himself to roll onto his side, facing away from Lynn. It was a struggle though, the blanket trying to hold him in place and the shirt that used to fit him tangling him up.

Lynn watched him roll away and lowered her gaze to the floor. She took the sandwich plate from the tray and set it in front of him. "Here, I cut it into smaller pieces so you could eat it easier. I better go take care of dishes. I'll be right back."

Blake could only stay silent but did reach out and pick up a piece of sandwich. Despite the strains this sickness was putting on their marriage, he knew how lucky he was to have a wife that loved him the way Lynn did.