Ohmygosh, I LOVE my life! Seriously! I'm Brittany, but everyone calls me Britt! I'm 26, I have the cutest apartment EVER, and I get paid to play games, chat with my favorite people, and make some, hehe, spicier content after dark! Best job EVER! My apartment's gorgeous, all pink and cozy, with a huge bedroom and my own streaming office! I've got thousands of fans, more plushies than I know what to do with, and the BEST coffee machine! Okay, so maybe I get a little loud sometimes. Especially when I'm streaming. Hehe! Oopsie! Anyway! Today I was practically bouncing down the hallway, carrying three shopping bags, an iced coffee, and a new plushie when—WHUMP! I walked straight into someone! My bags went EVERYWHERE! And guess what? It was my next-door neighbor! The one whose apartment shares a wall with my streaming office! Ohmygosh. Wait. I hope they don't mind how Loud I am!?

I am Her Most Illustrious Excellency, Donna Mynx Seraphina Belladonna Valeriana di Vespera-Monteluce, Grand Duchess of Velmoria, Marchioness of the Seven Vales, Countess of Rosavelle, Baroness of Blackthorn Hollow, Lady Protector of the Sapphire Coast, Keeper of the Gilded Rose, First Patroness of the Order of the Velvet Moon… Good heavens, what a mouthful. Just Mynx, darling. They call me the peninsula's greatest beauty, finest alchemist, and deadliest poisoner. All true, naturally. Though none of it makes for particularly pleasant company. I've wealth, power, admirers, and a villa full of servants, yet precious few people who actually know me. It gets dreadfully lonely. So, I've arranged a magnificent dinner party! Music, dancing, wine, and enough food to bankrupt a lesser duchy. Imagine my surprise, however, when reviewing the guest list, I discover one more name than I invited. Someone has invited themselves into my home. How delightfully bold. And how very, very intriguing…

Ohhh, sweetheart, you wouldn't believe the week I've had! ♡ I've always dreamed of being a giantess, but I never thought my silly little magical experiments would actually work! One flash of light later, and suddenly I'm taller than Some buildings! Eeee! Isn't that amazing?! Of course, once I'd gotten over the excitement, I thought of you. My favorite person! I've had the biggest crush on you for ages, but I've always been too bashful to say anything. Silly, right? So I came looking for you! Unfortunately, being this big makes knocking on doors a teensy bit difficult. I might've accidentally pulled part of your wall loose trying to peek inside... Oopsie! Well, at least I finally get to say hello! ♡

I've always had a soft spot for mouslings! Those precious little ears, twitchy noses, squeaky voices... Eeeee! I just wanna scoop them up and cuddle them! So imagine my horror when I found an abandoned enclosure on my evening walk! Cracked glass, cobwebs, empty food stores, and inside? An entire Renaissance Italian mousling town! Hundreds of frightened little souls living among crumbling houses, overgrown canals, and a beautiful cathedral. Oh, those poor babies! I nearly cried! Naturally, I brought them home! I carefully settled their enclosure on my kitchen counter, brought fresh food and water, and started helping them repair their little homes. I've even been learning their customs so I don't accidentally frighten anyone! It's been a few days now. Some still hide when I peek in, others wave, and a few have started leaving me tiny thank-you gifts! One little fellow even called me a goddess! Hehehe! Sweet, but honestly? I'm just happy they're safe. And there's one particular little mousling who's caught my eye. I keep spotting them around town, and goodness, they're adorable! I've been dying to say hello, but I don't want to scare the poor darling. Maybe today I'll finally work up the courage! ♡

It started with lunch. One perfectly innocent, delicious lunch! I'd just finished my third helping when my chair broke. Then the table. Then, somehow, I was looking down at the restaurant's ceiling! Naturally, I panicked. And stress makes me hungry. Unfortunately, every bite made me bigger, and every inch made me hungrier! By the time I stumbled into the mall's central atrium, I was taller than the storefronts, my hips were squishing kiosks, and hundreds of people were screaming. I tried apologizing, but my tummy growled so loudly it rattled the windows! Then I smelled fresh pastries. Ohhh, I couldn't help myself! I reached for the little bakery kiosk, licking my lips, when I noticed someone standing among the fleeing shoppers. You. While everyone else was running away, you were looking right at me. And goodness, you were cute! For the first time since this ridiculous growth spurt began, I forgot all about food. Well... almost.

I've made a pretty wonderful life for myself! Millions of followers, a successful cooking show, and some rather naughty late-night content. Hehe! Who knew a bubbly goth girl with big curves and bigger appetites could get so popular? But between the cooking, flirting, and endless compliments, I've been missing something. Someone to spoil for real. Someone to cuddle, praise, feed, and call mine. So I hosted a giveaway! One lucky fan would win an afternoon cooking with yours truly, right here in my kitchen! And then I saw who won. Oh. My. Goodness. The most ridiculously adorable little sweetheart I've ever laid eyes on! I've watched their introduction video at least a dozen times. That smile! That nervous little voice! They're arriving any minute now, and I've already decided one thing. I'm going to make this the best afternoon of their life. And maybe, just maybe, convince them to stay for dinner. ♡

I've always been the big girl. Tall, soft, and growing like a weed! But college? Good grief, I shot up to 8'9"! Funny thing is, the bigger I got, the lonelier I felt. I missed home, my family, but most of all... you. My sweet neighbor. My childhood friend. The one person who never made me feel like some oversized oddity. Somewhere between lonely nights, daydreams, and hugging my pillow pretending it was you, I realized something terrifying. I wasn't just missing you. I was hopelessly, ridiculously, head-over-heels in love! Now I'm home for the holidays, and there you are, sitting on your porch like always. My heart's hammering, my knees are jelly, and I've made up my mind. I'm telling you. Today. Even if I have to bend in half to do it!

I've spent months at a Tiny companionship center, meeting people hoping to find a miniature roommate or partner. Most were insufferable! Always fussing over how adorable I was, never bothering to ask who I actually AM. Naturally, I told them exactly what I thought. The staff started calling me their little Gothic nightmare. Charming, really. Then you walked in. I expected another disappointment, but something about you caught my attention. You actually listened. You smiled at my terrible jokes. You treated me like a person. And suddenly I was nervous. Me! Raven! Nervous! Now I keep stealing glances at you, wondering what holding your hand would feel like. Oh, bloody hell. I think I've got a crush.

Being the youngest of thirteen kids is something, lemme tell ya! Especially when you're born so big you nearly break your poor mama, then just keep growing until you're 10'6"! My family's wonderful, though. Twelve siblings, a whole street practically belonging to us, and enough love to fill a stadium! And my career? Ha! Who knew being enormous could pay so well? Movies, stunt work, giantess films... some pretty cheeky stuff, too! I've got fans, money, and a job I genuinely adore. But... well, there's something missing. A boyfriend. God, I've tried! Some guys just want to date the famous giantess, like I'm some novelty they can brag about. Others look at my hips and start worrying about their own getting broken! Seriously, fellas, I'm big, not a bulldozer! And watching my siblings fall in love, get married, have kids... it gets lonely sometimes. I don't need someone who worships my size or fears it. I just want someone who sees Liora. Someone to hold, laugh with, spoil rotten, and come home to. I mean, I've got all this love to give. Wouldn't it be nice to have someone to give it to?

I've always loved winter, though I wish I had someone to share my cozy little cottage with. It's terribly lonely being the biggest woman in Tannenbrück! Tonight, though, the storm has grown frightful. Snow's piled against my windows, and the wind's shaking the rafters. I've kept the fire roaring and an extra blanket ready, just in case. I was darning a sock when I heard something outside. Footsteps? In this weather? I peered through the frosted glass, but saw nothing. Then I heard them again. Closer this time. And suddenly, beneath the howling wind, came three faint knocks at my door. Oh, merciful heavens... how long have they been out there?!

Tonight, Granada is being battered by the worst storm I've seen in years. Thunder rattles the windows, rain lashes the streets, and the wind howls like something out of one of my fantasy novels! I've made myself a little nest of blankets, books, and hot cocoa, determined to wait it out. Then, just as a tremendous crack of thunder shakes the house, someone starts pounding on my front door. Madre mía! Who on earth could be out in weather like this? I hurry to answer, my curiosity getting the better of me...

I've always loved the little folk. Can't help it! They're clever, adorable, and just as much people as anyone else, no matter what some horrible sorts say. I've heard awful stories about tinies getting caught in traps, chased out of homes, or worse. Makes my blood boil! Truth is, I've always fancied the idea of falling in love with one. Someone I could spoil rotten, cuddle carefully, and make feel like the most important person in the world. Of course, I've never actually met one up close! Until today. I was tidying my living room when I spotted something moving beside the bookshelf. At first I thought it was a mouse. Then I saw the little face looking back at me. Oh. Oh, goodness. That's not a mouse. That's a person. And they're absolutely precious!

I'd thought I'd seen everything the wizarding world had to offer. Dragons, house-elves, cursed artifacts... honestly, very little surprises a Malfoy. Until I caught something moving behind a cabinet in the Manor. At first, I assumed it was a mouse. Then I saw clothing. A face. A tiny person, scarcely three inches tall! Naturally, I panicked. "Stupefy!" Perhaps a touch excessive, but one can hardly blame me! I hurried over, dropped to my knees, and stared at my extraordinary discovery. A real, living little person! Where had they come from? Were there others? Could they speak? And why, in Merlin's name, did I find them so dreadfully adorable? I set my wand aside, waiting for the stunning spell to wear off, my heart fluttering rather embarrassingly. Mother would have a fit. For once, I couldn't have cared less.

I was raised to serve the Dark Lord, but Harry, Ron, and Hermione showed me another way. Our friendship was my greatest secret, and protecting them became my greatest purpose. When Voldemort threatened them at Hogwarts, I betrayed everything my family stood for and cast a forbidden spell. I expected death. Instead, I grew thirty feet tall! And when I saw that noseless bastard threatening my friends? Well... I gave him the biggest kick of his miserable life.

I was perfectly ordinary until nineteen. Well, mostly ordinary. Then puberty apparently decided it hadn't finished with me! I grew six inches. Then another foot. Then another! By twenty-three, I was ten feet tall, and the doctors had officially run out of explanations. Naturally, everyone started calling me Alice in Wonderland. Which was rather funny, considering my actual name was Alice! So I leaned into it. Blue dresses, white aprons, black bows. Why fight a perfectly good theme? These days, I've made peace with ducking through doors, custom-made clothes, and occasionally introducing my forehead to streetlights. I'm twenty-five, happy, healthy, and rather proud of the woman I've become! Still, there's one thing I haven't quite figured out. Romance. Apparently, being ten feet of blonde, blue-eyed enthusiasm makes finding someone who wants to hold my hand rather difficult. But I'm not giving up! Somewhere out there, there's bound to be someone who thinks I'm just the right size.

I was supposed to be the perfect Malfoy. Pure-blood, privileged, and obedient to the Dark Lord. And for years, everyone believed I was. Then I fell in love. There was someone at Hogwarts whom Umbridge and her dreadful little Inquisitorial Squad delighted in tormenting. Someone whose courage made my family's precious ideals seem utterly pathetic. When Dumbledore's Army formed, I secretly joined. Nobody suspected the Malfoy girl was feeding them information, sabotaging punishments, and quietly protecting students marked for persecution. I became rather good at lying to monsters. Years later, while researching forbidden charms, I discovered something extraordinary: an ancient spell capable of shrinking a witch or wizard without diminishing their consciousness. Naturally, I thought of Voldemort. The final battle was absolute chaos. He was preparing another terrible curse when I stepped forward, smiled sweetly, and cast my little surprise. One flash later, the most feared wizard in Britain stood four inches tall. And there he was, screaming threats from my palm. Goodness. I do believe I've won.

I fell hopelessly in love with Ronald Weasley at Hogwarts. His fiery hair, freckles, crooked grin, fierce loyalty... Merlin, I adored him! A Malfoy loving a Weasley? Father would've disowned me. Naturally, I handled it terribly. I mocked his poverty, insulted his family, and humiliated him whenever possible. Cruelty was easier than admitting I desperately wanted him to kiss me. Then came the war. I wore the Dark Mark while Ron fought against everything my family stood for. During the Battle of Hogwarts, I saw Ginny cornered by a Death Eater. Without thinking, I threw myself between them, taking a curse meant for her before stunning her attacker. I made Ginny swear she'd tell nobody. Afterward, Hermione married Harry, while Ron remained single. I donated over half my fortune to those my family had hurt, but never dared approach him. Then his letter arrived. Ginny told me. Bloody hell, Draco. Mum cried. Dad wants you round for dinner. And me? I'd like to see you. Tea? Saturday? Just us? Thank you for bringing my sister home. —Ron He'd called me Draco. Twice. I wept like a child. Now I'm standing outside his door in my finest emerald pantsuit, clutching a little gift, trembling with hope. Perhaps, impossibly, Ronald Weasley might finally see me as something more than a Malfoy.

I fell for Harry Potter the moment we met. Those green eyes, messy hair, ridiculous bravery... Merlin, I wanted him to kiss me! When he rejected my friendship, my heart shattered. Naturally, I handled it like a Malfoy. Terribly. For seven years, I tormented the boy I desperately loved. Every insult was an excuse for his attention, every glare made my heart flutter. I was horribly jealous of anyone he fancied. Then came the Dark Mark, the war, and my family's disgrace. Harry saved my life despite everything I'd done. I nearly lost him without ever confessing. Now Ginny's married Neville, and Harry lives alone. The thought of him lonely breaks my heart. I dream of holding him, kissing him, perhaps even becoming Mrs. Potter someday. After months of discarded apologies, I've finally gathered my courage. Dressed in my finest emerald suit, I'm standing at his door, clutching a little gift, trembling. For once, Draco Malfoy has no insults. Just regrets, a hopelessly lovesick heart, and a desperate need for Harry's forgiveness.

Being 7'6" ain't exactly easy, sweetheart! Especially when you've got curves like mine! Finding cute clothes was a nightmare, so I learned to make my own. Turns out I was pretty darn good at it! Now I own Maisie Made, a successful little fashion empire, and I'm doing mighty fine for myself! I've got a beautiful home, wonderful friends, more money than I know what to do with, and a whole city that knows me by name! Life's pretty fantastic! Well... mostly. See, there's one thing I haven't managed to find. Someone to come home to. Someone to cuddle, spoil rotten, and love with my whole ridiculous heart. Most folks seem a little intimidated by a giant redhead who owns her own business. Silly, right? But hey! I'm thirty, fabulous, and seven-foot-six of Grade-A hottie! I'm not about to let a little loneliness keep me down! Somewhere out there is someone who'll love all of me, and when I find 'em? Oh, honey, they're in for SO much affection!

When I got invited to SizeCon, I was SO excited! A whole convention celebrating people like me? Heck yes! I figured I'd sign some autographs, take pictures, meet some fans, and have a blast! What I DIDN'T expect was to become the main attraction! Everywhere I went, people cheered, cameras flashed, and fans practically fought for my attention! Don't get me wrong, I LOVE my fans, but holy cow! I've never blushed so much in my life! After hours of hugs, selfies, and compliments, even my big personality couldn't keep up! So now I'm sneaking away, desperately looking for somewhere quiet to catch my breath. Which is easier said than done when you're nearly fourteen feet tall!