F/m/m- My first growth story! The Stevenson-Ellrey household gets a mysterious package delivered that Mia happens to open first.
Uncontrolled growth, later crushing and probable violence.
Part 1
Mia’s beat-up hatchback abruptly stops in the driveway, brakes squealing under her foot. Great. Something else to worry about.
The new house was, all things considered, kind of a shithole. Okay, sure, it was nice, and it was previously owned by some rickety old wizard James knew through one of his many convoluted magic connections- what money could get him, Mia figured.
According to Viktor, the magic amenities to the house were great, and pretty well-kept. Unfortunately for Mia- all the mortal things made for humans seemed to be actively going down the shitter.
She had to completely replace the drywall in the downstairs bathroom after mildew wouldn’t stop popping up in the corner by the sink. Thank god she knew at least a little about home improvement, else she’d be in over her head.
She leans back for a moment in the driver's seat, taking a long, groaning breath out as she stares off into the sky. It was a nice day, for the middle of March. If only her work schedule ever let her enjoy them.
James’ car was in the driveway- that was good. That meant Viktor was probably home, too, considering they were still sharing a car at the moment. And that meant she could actually eat dinner on time with her partners without one or the other staying late for their magic stuff.
Mia grimaces at the sudden reminder of what she’d done to Viktor’s SUV. He’d just finished paying the thing off a month or two before the accident. She hadn’t even noticed the thing crushed under her foot until Viktor pointed out the minute chunks of scrap metal in the vacuum cleaner that Mia figured was some kind of snack wrapper.
She stretches, cracking her back before swinging her legs over and out of her car, hopping out into the sidewalk with a sigh. God, it felt good out. Hell, it smelled good- did one of their neighbors mow the grass recently?
Turning towards the mailbox, she gathers up the abnormal amount of letters inside into her arms before shuffling towards the front door- only to stop in her tracks.
“Ugh,” Another package- placed right on the welcome mat. Calling it in her head- all the mail in her arms falls out and across the front porch as she bends down to grab it. “God damn it.”
“Welcome-!”
BANG
Mia falls back onto her ass, the front door slamming into her face and knocking her back.
“Oh, shit, Mi!” James squacks with a grimace, rushing behind her to give her a bit of support. “Are you okay, babygirl?”
“Whyyy-?” She groans, rubbing her head for a moment before turning to re-gather all the mail. Shaking her head, she takes a moment to explain herself as she collects everything back up. “There was- ow, Christ-“ She rubs her forehead, stacking the packing on the bottom of her pile for support. “There was a package on the doormat. I dropped the mail trying to pick it up.”
James steps back, giving her a bit of space as he holds the front door open for her sheepishly.
“I’m sorry, Mi- I didn’t see you were-“
“It’s alright, James.” She gives a slight chuckle, leaning into his embrace as he kisses at the red spot on her forehead. Thankfully, she was pretty sure it wasn’t going to leave a welt, or anything. “You didn’t know I was right there- I’m fine.”
She stands slightly on her tiptoes, planting a return kiss on his stubbly cheek.
“I was just ‘tryna give you a nice welcome home.” He says, grabbing the top stack of mail and flipping through them (mostly bills and credit card offers), before peering back over into her arms to take a look at the innocuous brown-paper packaged item she was carrying. “…order somethin’ fancy?”
“No,” She holds the package ahead of her, eyeing at it as she reads the sparse lettering across the front. “It just says… ‘for the Stevenson’s” She cocks an eyebrow. “Maybe Vick got something? Where’s he at?”
“Last I checked, downstairs.” James nods, falling back onto the couch as he scrolls his phone. “But lemme know what it is when you find out- I like snooping.”
Mia shoots James a playful eye roll before she steps back into the side room downstairs, pulling at the hidden bookshelf-door that led to Viktor’s study down in the basement.
“Vick-“ She shouts down the stairway. She wasn’t allowed any further downstairs unless he explicitly gave her permission- apparently he was messing with some vaguely dangerous shit down there: which she wasn’t quite thrilled about. “Vicky!”
“Yeah, sweetheart?” He calls up to her after a moment, voice echoing up the hallway.
“Did you-“ She holds the package in front of her again, spinning it around a bit as she felt the outside. “Did you order anything? Feels like… like a book, almost?”
There’s a beat of silence as Viktor presumably thinks about it.
“Mm, no, I don’t think so, anyway.” He calls up.
“Huh.” She furrows her brow, leaning against the doorframe as she picks at the now-peeling brown paper wrapping whatever it was. “Thanks, honey.”
She lets the door close on its own, plopping down next to James as she rests the package on her lap.
“Ooh-“ His eyes spark with interest, setting his phone aside. “I get an unboxing?”
“Guess so.” She smirks, finally fully ripping away the paper. “It’s just weird, no return address or anything…”
Slowly but surely, after peeling away a strangely high number of layers of paper wrapping, Mia finally reveals what seems to be a gilded, leather-bound book with golden but foreign writing on the front, with matching golden corner guards.
“What the-“
ZAP
She tosses the book to the floor, flapping her shocked hand harshly as her body lets out a shiver.
“What the fuck?!” She yells out. James protectively throws an arm over her- though it was too late to really protect her from anything.
“What happened? Are you hurt?” He fusses over her, touching at her cheeks.
“No,” She shakes her head, brushing off the adjacent arm that had been shocked as she smooths her hair nervously. “I just- whatever the hell that was shocked me. Just… scared me a little.”
James’ head whips over to the book on the floor, cautiously approaching it.
“That’s…” He raises an eyebrow, trying to get a good read of the front cover. “I feel like I recognize that language…” he mumbles, tentatively reaching out to touch it.
Mia holds her breath, though she’d not quite sure why. Surely the shocking was just… static buildup from the mail truck, right? Absolutely no red flags that a wizard from what even Mia knew to be a high-end family could at the very least recognize the language it was in.
His fingers hover over the leather cover, hesitating slightly to grab it, until-
Nothing.
Nothing happens as he scoops it up, pulling off the remaining paper as he curiously flips it open, eyes scanning the pages.
“…can you read it?”
“What?” James looks up. “No, absolutely not.” He says with a lighthearted tease, elbowing at her. “I recognize some of these letters from, like, super old school spells ‘n shit.” He flips to another page and looks at it for a moment. “Can’t read any of it, though.”
James sets it on the coffee table, thinking for a moment.
“Maybe this was for the old guy we got the house off of?” He finally states confidently.
“It’s crazy you were the one who introduced us to Mister Yaam and you can’t remember his name.” Mia teases, ruffling James’ hair. She stands, stretching yet again as she thinks, grabbing her ankle and pulling her leg up while she balances on the other. “…plus, remember? It was addressed to ‘the Stevenson’s’” She switches to the other leg. “But Vick said he didn’t order anything…”
“Psh.” James stands up alongside her. “Have you been down in that dork’s mancave? He’s got hundreds of books and trinkets and shit down there. I betcha’ he just forgot about it” He takes a step towards the hidden basement door before Mia grabs his wrist.
“Be nice.” She scolds, pulling him in and planting another kiss on his cheek, no tiptoes required. Add ‘uneven floors’ to the list of things to look into fixing, she figured.
“Blah,” He makes a mock hand wave, hurriedly taking the steps down two at a time with the book tucked under his armpit.
“Oh Viiiiicky~”
Mia gives a slight smirk as she watches James disappear, turning heel and heading back towards the kitchen. It was her night to make dinner, anyways.
Clicking on the stove, she turns to grab their measuring cups from the upper cabinet by the fridge, instinctively kicking her step-stool over in front of it.
She takes a step up, only to realize she’s eye-to-eye with the measuring cups in front of her. Weren’t they usually a little bit higher up than that? And since when was the ceiling so close when she got on the step to reach things?
Perplexed, she digs for a measuring tape in the junk-drawer next to her as James trots back up the stairs the next room over.
“Okay,” his voice echoes into the kitchen. “So, he swears he didn’t order the thing- but he figures it’s some kinda gift, or something, so he’s keeping it downstairs.”
He waltzes into the kitchen casually, fiddling with the little blue and green tangle fidget toy Viktor had gotten him last Christmas. “Y’know, he really- woah.”
The plastic toy clatters to the ground at James stares up at Mia.
“You’ve, uh,” he swallows, trying to force himself to stay calm so as not to scare her. “You’ve gotten… um, taller.” He states, stepping back towards the basement door as his face pales. “V-Vick?”
“James-“ Mia takes a deep breath, forcing herself not to hyperventilate. “James, what-“ all too quickly, her head hits the ceiling. Was it happening faster?
“VICK!” James yells behind him louder, throwing the door open.
Her body was rapidly taking up the room as Mia hurriedly ran to the living room to avoid demolishing the admittedly cramped kitchen. Before she knew it, her feet were touching the wall ahead of her while her back was pressed tightly to the wall behind her.
“VIKTOR!” James heightens his shouting to a panicked scream, making the split-second decision to run towards Mia in an attempt to calm her down. “GET YOUR ASS UP HERE. NOW.”
“J-James?!” Mia squeals, covering her face in borderline shame as her clothes dig into her body. Oh god, were they going to rip off of her? How big was she getting?
“What on earth do you-“ Viktor turns the corner right as his wife’s head fully bursts through the ceiling.
James wakes up the day after blacking out and it’s dark and warm and he instinctively starts freaking the fuck out. Only stops when he hears Mia’s voice somewhere above him going “shh…”
Morning light eventually trickles in and reveals he’s plush-sized, cuddled right up against her chest ❤️
Fair warning. This post is just me playing dolls with this recent concept that I was handed on a silver platter. Please forgive me it’s annoying. Moss and Nick and Spencer belong 2 Microposting. Lots of shit under the cut this is fun to do lol
So. Like I mentioned the Viktor x Streamerverse stuff would probably start w Spencer being out on a date w Nick potentially during a con (so I can shoehorn in the other tinies) and Vick who before then hadn’t seen or realized shrinkees existed in this universe gets like. Excited! A discovery! Another world with tiny humanoid species :)
And he’s not realized that they’re just kind of uncommon esp in public so he just. Assumes Nick is Spencer’s pet or service shrinkee or what have you. And Viktor being. Viktor. Starts hurriedly jotting down notes while staring up at Nick from time to time.
And I don’t think Nick’s a damsel in distress or anything but I think it would accidentally make him noticeably uncomfortable, at least to Spencer. And Spencer sees what’s happening and he sees an opportunity to stand up for his lil bf and so he marches over to Vick to chew him out.
He doesn’t scream he doesn’t make a huge fuss for everybody to clap but he DOES corner this weird guy creepily taking notes alone in the corner. He sits across from him and starts fuckin drilling him. How DARE he act like this how DARE he-
And Vick is desperately trying to say WAIT WAIT IM NOT FROM AROUND HERE I SWEAR
Which I’m sure the two of them like. Do not understand initially. Shrinkees exist fucking everywhere. It’s not something that’s completely unheard of and while people gawk-NOTES? The LOOK in his eyes??? What the fuck is this guys problem.
Maybe it starts to get a little physical-at least threats of such start getting said. And Viktor has to be like. Okay. Just. Look. I can prove I’m not… from around here, okay? And he does some electricity magic shenanigans maybe he does a power outage for the place for a couple of seconds. Something that’s enough to make them like. Half believe him. Enough to agree to some kind of interview.
And of course once they’re somewhere relatively “private” to interview Nick (the hotel room they’re staying at- with Maddie and Reina outside the door just in case, Spencer waiting INSIDE the hotel room w Claire and Moss for possible immediate removal of the weirdo asking for an interview and subsequent emotional support for Nick if anything were to happen) Viktor SEES these other tinies and he’s like oh! Is this more comfortable for you? And shrinks himself.
Queue freaking the fuck out. What the hell. How did you do this. What the fuck is going on. Moss and Claire obv start squirming in Spencer’s pockets bc they want IN on this what the fuuuck
And then the Claire thing I mentioned earlier happens. Okay. Thank you. Playing dolls lalala
Thinking more about Viktor x Streamerverse- I think past the initial awkward meeting he’d want to set an interview up soooo bad
Vick is a knowledge man. His fear and social anxieties are easy to overlook if it means he can further his own personal/Glasson’s internal knowledge (the reason they allow him to portal jump recreationally). He’d be asking SO many intrusive and probably socially unacceptable questions.
How many of you are there? Do your people know how it happens? Does it affect your body functions? Your vision? I see you’re wearing proper clothes, do you have storefronts? Is this your owner? (Asked if other worlds before this one normalized that, otherwise wouldn’t)
Also I think he’d shrink himself to make the interview more “comfortable” but I gotta be honest. That would probably piss them off more.
Viktor getting a micro city sent in the mail anonymously….. thinking it’s kind of weird to be gifted a random miniature but then he touches the tip of his finger to one of the skyscrapers and it crumbles and he can just barely hear screaming and freaks ooout
