Chapter 1

It was a beautiful evening in the Bahamas and nestled off the beaten path behind a resort sat a small tiki bar. It was a fair hike to reach the little bar, but for those who dared to brave it, it was well worth it. This evening a couple of newlyweds sat at the bar talking and reminiscing about their lives up to this point. Chad, a tall and bald Caucasian man, sat next to his lovely wife Pamela, a beautiful brunette with brown eyes that held the light like no tomorrow. Pamela, or Pam as she preferred to be called, was sipping her drink and laughing at a joke her husband had made. “I still can’t believe we’re here of all places,” she said with a sincere smile.

Chad grinned as he took a sip of his own whisky sour and took in her appearance. Her hair was down and it cascaded over her shoulders in stark contrast to her white sundress. As he drank in her appearance all he could think was how lucky he was. “I can’t believe I’m here with such a beautiful woman,” he said, “I still can’t believe you said yes.”

Pam smiled and slid her drink to the side before scooting closer to him, “I can’t believe it took you that long to ask,” she said as she put a hand on his thigh, “You know what I’m thinking right now?”

Chad looked down to the hand resting on his thigh before grinning and saying, “I’m going to guess it’s not about a new coffee recipe.”

Pam laughed and playfully smacked his arm as she said, “No, you goof, can you stop thinking about work for a minute? I’m thinking that you and I should finish our drinks, maybe take a little walk and explore the island, and then maybe find a nice, secluded spot where we could…explore each other. What do you say Cap?”

Chad smirked at her gesture. On top of being one of the most gorgeous women he had ever seen, Pam was also a comic nerd like himself. It was one of many things he loved about her, and there was something to be said about when she called him Cap. He quickly downed the rest of his drink before saying, “You don’t have to tell me twice! I just hope there aren’t any Black Widows out there.”

Pam grinned and finished her drink too before replying, “Oh I think there might one out there, but don’t worry I won’t bite…much.”

Chad quickly stood and snatched his fedora before placing atop his head. Pam looked over her husband as he got himself together. Tall and strong, and despite his lack of hair he was quite the striking man. His Hawaiian button down and khaki shorts somehow helped to showcase his handsome figure. She was quite a lucky it woman in her own right. She stood from the bar and took him by the hand before the two headed off down the path.

Chad and Pamela had recently gotten married. It had been a beautiful ceremony with friends and family gathered within a small indoor venue. The space had been made their own by adding touches of their favorite heroes and villains. Yes, the two had, had a comic themed wedding and it was a huge success. Between Chad’s groomsman sporting flowers folded from old comics to their open bar with comic themed drinks, the evening had been quite a smash hit.

The two had left for their honeymoon shortly thereafter and had been quite excited. They had bid their farewells to friends and family alike, all of whom had wished them the best. Their kids had been mostly happy for their parents; the two families had somewhat mixed feelings about the union, but not a one objected to the happy occasion. Chad had used the profits from Cups, his gourmet coffee shop, past year to pay for both the wedding and their surprise honeymoon; his business had really begun to take off over the last year. The newlyweds had spent a few days on an elegant cruise ship with various amenities for them to enjoy. As an added bonus for the two, Chad had managed to procure some vintage comics for them to enjoy at night.

They had left their kids in the care of Chad’s mother, Rose McCallum, who was the definition of sporty these days. Thanks to Pam she’d taken up for her health in new ways; from fixing and maintaining her diet to attending yoga classes at the Lift Exercise Studio. In her eyes Pam was a Godsend for her son and herself; if it weren’t for Pam being one of their fitness instructors, she would never have discovered the exercise studio. For being sixty-six she kept a well trimmed and impressive physique, and while she had begun dating again she always found time for her family. She had practically jumped at the opportunity to spend some time with her grand kids.

Chad and Pam had, had children with separate partners in the past, but their families seemed to be getting along and coming together as one nicely. Chad’s two children, Victoria and Bram, were similar and yet vastly different people. Victoria was a twenty-one year old college student with a striking set of green eyes from her mother, and fortunately for her a thick head of brown hair. Victoria had been attending a local university to pursue a degree in Resource Management, and thankfully her father had agreed to let her work at Cups while she pursued her academic career.

Bram, on the other hand, was quite the geek. He enjoyed gaming on his PlayStation, comics much like his dad, and he enjoyed a good Dungeons and Dragons session with friends. While Bram was a bit of a geek, he was also quite the talented athlete. He was one the star players on his school’s football team, and admittedly a hit with the ladies. Much like his sister, he was blessed with a thick head of auburn hair and his father’s build. He wasn’t quite as tall as Chad, but he wasn’t far behind. Bram often found himself spending time with Victoria and his stepsister Anna while watching television, or just checking in with Anna.

Anna was Pam’s only daughter and the two were close. She and her mother had grown close after her father had walked out on them, but it had left her with a poor disposition on men. Anna was an attractive young senior volleyball player at her school and had a bit of a reputation. She was known to get around and was more known for treating her boyfriends like dirt. It was mainly due in part to seeing how hurt her mother had been after her father left. She had swore that day to never let another man hurt her or her mother. That vow had stuck with her and was regrettably making the transition with Chad difficult. The two often found themselves at odds despite Chad’s best intentions. In her eyes, Chad’s only saving grace was Bram. Her new stepbrother was both attractive and unlike any man she had met. He was kind and compassionate, and on more than one occasion had allowed her to bend an ear when she felt overwhelmed and otherwise unhappy.

The newlyweds had been gone for a little over a week before they returned. Their kids had been overjoyed at their return; Anna more so over her mother than her new stepdad, and upon greeting had intentionally shouldered past him. Chad was used to this sort of treatment and brushed it off to avoid any unnecessary conflict. Instead he chose to give both Bram and Victoria a hug before Rose entered the room and said, “Pam! Chad! Oh we are so glad you two made it back safely. How was your trip?”

Chad smiled at his mom and gave her a hug as Bram said, “Yeah, Dad, don’t keep us in suspense how was it?”

“It was amazing!” Pam said, “Between the first class tickets, the cruise, and the beautiful scenery I’ve never had such a wonderful experience.”

“She’s right,” Chad said as he pulled his wife in for a hug, “I can’t think of a more perfect way that we could have spent our honeymoon. What about you all, anything interesting happen while we were away?”

Victoria, who had been holding down the business, answered, “Nothing we couldn’t handle. The shop got a new shipment of coffee in, and I’ve been waiting to see what you wanted to do with it. Other than that, things were pretty normal. Grandma taught us how to make vegan cookies while you were away, so that was an experience.”

“Yeah and not a good one,” Bram joked and received a stern look from Rose in response, “No offence gram, but I think some things are better the old fashioned way.”

“I told you all that you just have to give it a chance,” Rose said with a smile, “Anna seemed to enjoy both helping me in the kitchen and the cookies.”

Anna smiled at her. She may not have been a fan of Chad, but Rose was sweet and one of the few good things that came with having him around. “I had fun, Rose,” she said, “And honestly the cookies weren’t too bad. They were different, but I’ve had worse. I’m glad you had fun mom.”

“Thank you Anna,” Pam said, “I’m glad you enjoyed your time with Rose. Oh, Rose that does remind me I’ll be returning to work tomorrow, so I’ll be available for another session if you’re still interested.”

Rose nodded excitedly and said, “Oh good, I was having a hard time finding a trainer who fit my needs. Speaking of which, I have a session with Jody in an hour and I need to get going. Such a sweet girl she is, she saw how much of a hard time I was having finding a trainer, and she volunteered herself for a session or two until you got back.”

Pam smiled as she stepped in and gave her mother-in-law a hug as she said, “Here I thought you’d find a replacement while I was gone. I’m glad Jody is willing to step in and help, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to working with you again. Be safe and thank you so much for staying with the kids.”

“Yeah, thanks mom,” Chad said as he gave her a parting hug.

“Oh anytime,” Rose said as she headed for the door, “I’m always happy to spend time with these boys and girls, and Anna it was so nice getting to bond with you. Next time I come by we’ll have to do some more cooking.”

“Looking forward to it,” Anna said as Rose left their house.

Chad looked at Anna and tried once again to bridge the divide, “I’m glad you had a good time with my mom, Anna,”

She rolled her eyes at him as she shoved past and said, “Whatever Chad.”

Chad watched as she stormed off to her room. He sighed as the door slammed; it seemed that any attempt to be embraced was doomed for failure. It was a frustrating thought, but he felt the hand of his lovely wife on his shoulder as she said, “She’ll come around, hon, just keep trying. She’s just afraid I’ll end up hurt again.”

Chad smiled back at Pam and nodded, “I hope you’re right. You don’t think I’m going to hurt you do you?”

She grinned and said, “You couldn’t if you tried,” before she leaned in and kissed her husband.

“Oh come on, didn’t you two get this out of your system?” Bram joked before feeling an elbow in his side, “Ow!”

“Come on, dork,” Victoria said teasingly, “Let’s give them a little space.”

As the kids left the room, Pam and Chad shared a tender embrace; these were the moments, small as they have been, that made their time together truly special. Their shared interests were great and strengthened it, but these moments of vulnerability between the two were what really made their union. Chad was a strong man and a successful one at that, but throughout his business ventures he had his share of troubles. Pam had been there through the good and the bad, success and failure; she had never wavered in her support and compassion. She believed in him even when nobody else did, and that meant the world to him.

The separated after a few moments and set about unloading the remainder of their luggage. They finished bringing shortly after, and they began planning out dinner. They decided to order in given the fair amount of jetlag they were suffering from. As the family ate together, they discussed the events of their trip, plans for the rest of the week, and Chad found himself talking ideas with Victoria. It was good to be back home, and even Anna seemed happy to have them both back. Though it was most likely just the fact that her mother had returned safe and happy.

The rest of the week was back to business as usual. Pam resumed her work as a personal trainer at the Lift Exercise Studio while Chad eagerly returned to Cups. While Victoria wasn’t planning on taking over, he still felt it important to involve her in the daily operations just in case her interests ever changed. Bram and Anna continued to attend school and their practices. Anna had a volleyball game this week and Bram a football game just before the weekend. Throughout the week Chad and Pam continually talked about their experiences in the Bahamas.

Chad’s oldest friend, David Russo, decided to stop by the shop a couple of days after their return to check in with him. Chad was in the process of putting away a fresh shipment of coffee beans when he heard the bell chime. He continued working and called out to his daughter, “Victoria we’ve got another customer!”

“Almost twenty years and all I am is a customer?” David asked jokingly.

Chad looked up from the dolly to see the grinning face of his friend in the doorway. His hands rested in the pockets of his suede jacket, and Chad smiled as he set the dolly down and approached his friend. He went in for a hug; David had been his best friend since school, and it was almost customary for the two to share a hug from time to time. “David, how have you been man?” Chad asked, “Care to try our new vegan espresso?”

David laughed as he walked to the counter, “Dude do you ever not think about work?” he asked jokingly, “I’m guessing your mom came up with that one, I think I’ll pass. I just wanted to stop by and see how your trip went.”

Chad grinned as he said, “I’d love to tell you, but I prefer to talk over a cup.”

David rolled his eyes and said, “You really are a businessman through and through aren’t you? Fine I’ll take a black coffee no cream and no sugar.”

Chad grimaced at his friend, “You really have no taste do you?” he asked

David shrugged as he said, “Some of us just prefer a classic, bud, now don’t keep me in suspense. Tell me about your trip.”

Chad smiled as he went about preparing his friends coffee and said, “It was amazing man. The cruise liner had an open bar, a small casino, and some of the best buffet food I’ve ever had! The islands were beautiful; I can’t remember the last time I spent so much time on a beach.”

Chad finished making David’s cup and handed to him as he said, “I can tell, I don’t remember ever seeing you with a tan, normally your as white a ghost. You two do anything special down there or just lounge around?”

“Har har you sound like Pam,” Chad mocked before continuing, “Well you know how Pam is, she wanted to do some exploring and try some of the local flavors. We sampled some cracked conch and a few local cocktails, and we even found a nice spot to…lay down in at one point.”

David took a super of his coffee and grinned, “No raw bugs this time?” he asked, “You animal, you fucked in the jungle didn’t you?”

Chad shuddered, “No and that was a one time thing,” he said, “She didn’t seem to mind it, but I swear I could feel them crawling in my throat. A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.”

David laughed at his friend’s remarks about the bugs. It had been a nice tidbit he learned from Pam a while back, and he knew Chad’s stance on it and loved giving him hell about it. His grin grew as he said, “That’s a yes. I’m glad you two had fun, and I’m guessing you took those comics I got you. You didn’t lose them did you?”

Chad rolled his eyes at his friend before saying. “Yeah we had a great time, and no I didn’t lose them. I still can’t believe you got a first edition of the Avengers. Are you wanting them back?”

David shook his head as he said, “No consider it a wedding present from me and Heather, I know you two will put them to good use.”

Chad was about to offer his thanks when the television suddenly switched over to a news anchor. The sudden change drew both men’s attention as images of the resort Chad and Pam had stayed at flashed up on the screen. The bar at the bottom of the screen read: New and Unknown Disease Reported from the Bahamas. Their conversation came to a halt as a young Hispanic woman began speaking.

“We interrupt your regularly scheduled program to bring you an important news flash. We have been receiving reports of a unique condition that has originated from the islands of the Bahamas. What was thought to be a new strand of Malaria has been recently ruled as false, and scientists are baffled by the disease. What is being referred to as a Shrinking Epidemic has been sprouting up across the region. Conditions seem to vary from minor to massive reductions in size ranging from a few feet to near microscopic sizes, but one thing is certain this disease is very much real. Reports of cases are rising rapidly and symptoms seem to mimic that of a common cold or flu, but it is unknown at this time what the cause is or how contagious it is. Scientists and medical professionals are looking into the condition to find a cause and cure, but it is advised that anyone who has been in the region exercise extreme caution if they begin experiencing any symptoms. We will be monitoring this situation closely and keeping you in the know as updates arise. This has been Rebecca Rodriguez with Channel 8 News.

The television returned to the game is had been showing moments ago. Chad eyed the television curiously for a moment. That couldn’t have been real could it? Then again, why would Channel 8 interrupt a game for a joke? A slight panic began to work its way up inside of him, but he pushed it down. He told himself that any such condition was too far fetched to be real. This was reality not some science fiction movie after all.

David’s voice interrupted his thoughts, “Wasn’t that the area you and Pam stayed at?” he asked.

He looked back to his friend and said, “Yeah, but that has to be a hoax. Surely there isn’t something out that there that’s actually shrinking people.”

David gave a little laugh and finished his coffee as he said, “I guess that’s true, but still if it is real maybe you should keep an eye on yourself. You’ve been feeling alright, though, right?”

Chad smiled as his friend set his cup down. He felt fine, but he appreciated his friend’s concern. “Yeah I feel great,” he said, “Don’t worry about me, bud, now how about you pay for that coffee?”

David rolled his eyes as he fished out the money from his pocket. He set the money down on the counter and prepared to leave as he said, “Yeah, yeah that should cover it. Just make sure to keep an eye on yourself man. I’d hate for you to catch whatever this thing is. It’d be kind of hard to charge your friends if we couldn’t see you.”

It was Chad’s turn to roll his eyes. David always gave him a hard time about having to pay for his coffee, but it was all in good fun. Next to Pam, he had supported him more than anyone. “I’ll be fine,” he said, “I appreciate your concern, but I’m more worried about the shop and breaking through to Anna.”

“If you say so, pal,” David said as he turned to leave, “Just keep trying with her, man, she’s a good kid and she’s just worried about her mom. Maybe don’t charge her like you do your friends.”

The two men shared a laugh as David exited the shop. David was a teacher at the school Anna and Bram attended, and he had Anna in one of his classes. He’d had to sit down with her once or twice and he’d actually gotten her to open up on those occasions. Chad felt a little envious of David in that regard, but he was right. He owed it to both Anna and Pam to keep trying. He wasn’t sure how, but he would find a way to break through the walls she insisted on keeping up.

The week continued to pass by with little to no incident. Pam had seen the same news update and had voiced a fair amount of worry for Chad. He assured her that he felt fine time and again, but in the back of his mind he carried a bit of fear. If this was something real and if he had somehow caught it, what would that mean? He reminded himself that such things were beyond impossible, and that there was no way it could be real. He remained strong in the presence of his family, but it was the moments alone that hit him the hardest. The times he found himself alone were the ones where his mind began to wander to the possibility of the disease. The thoughts were more than a little terrifying.

As the week drew closer to an end, Chad began to feel a bit fatigued. He told himself it was the lack of sleep, and there was certainly some truth to that. Since the night after that news broadcast he hadn’t been sleeping well. The nagging fear in the back of his mind had begun to blossom into anxiety, and that been taking its toll on him.

It was now Friday and the night of Anna's volleyball game. He was looking forward to it, but his body began to feel sore as the day went on. He started out with the same amount of grogginess that he had been dealing with throughout the week, but today he felt especially wore out. He was having a hard time focusing on his daily tasks at Cups. Customers and Victoria continued to remark about how pale he was. It was strange considering that mere days ago had, had a complete tan.

Victoria had been trying to convince her father to head home for the day, “Dad, please,” she pleaded for the umpteenth time, “You need to go home. You’re pale, out of breath, and this is the third time you’ve asked me what we were doing.”

Chad blinked at his daughter slowly in response. She wasn’t wrong about his struggles today, but he wanted to press on. Going home and going to bed would mean accepting the possibility of having this strange disease, plus Anna’s game was tonight and he needed to be there for it. He wanted to be there for his step-daughter. He once again tried to protest against Victoria, “I am fine. I need to be here, Victoria.”

She gave him a stern look that reminded him of her mother. He knew the look all to well, it was the one that left no room for arguments. “What you need is to go home and get some rest,” she said flatly, “Go. I can handle the shop for the afternoon, and before you say it, I know you’re worried about Anna’s game. If you will actually get some sleep maybe you can still make it, and if you can’t I’ll talk to her. Now, go.”

He didn’t have the will to fight against Victoria right now. Hell, when she got like this there was almost no arguing with her. He knew she was right and that he needed to try to get some rest, but the dread that was forming in his stomach made it difficult. He closed his eyes as he accepted her words and said, “Alright, fine, but call Pam if you need anything.”

Victoria smiled at her dad for finally seeing sense. She knew what he was afraid of, and it wasn’t just missing an opportunity to bond with Anna. She’d caught him more than once sitting awake at night with a distant stare that was unlike him. Since the day the news had reported this strange new disease, he’d been distant. He put on a good front, but she’d known him a long time and knew this wasn’t like him. She hadn’t voiced her thoughts on the matter in an attempt to maintain some normalcy, but she couldn’t stand by and watch him put himself through this any longer. Whether it was this new condition or not, he needed to rest.

As he turned to leave and hang up his apron she said, “Dad, don’t worry I’ve got this. If I run into any issues I will call Pam, I promise.”

Chad nodded and said, “I know you do and thanks kiddo.”

With their final exchange finished, he set about making his way home. The trip wasn’t a long one, but it was more difficult than it should have been. His difficulty concentrating seemed to be growing in the short time it took to get home. He had never been so thankful to reach his home. He walked in to the sound of his lovely wife bustling about in the kitchen..

Pam was in the process of washing dishes when she heard the door open. She set the pans down and went to see who it was. She half expected it to be Anna attempting to skip school again, but was surprised to see the sickly image of her husband stumbling in. She had been growing more and more worried about him as the week went on; more than once she had woken up to him being absent from their bed, but she had kept to herself about it. Something was bothering him, but he wasn’t ready to open up about it. She wanted him to, but decided to let him do it in his own time.

Chad watched as Pam came into view and even as weak as he felt he couldn’t help but smile. Her hair was a tied back in a bun, and her faded red shirt and jeans added a lax bit of beauty. The sight of her always gave him a sense of peace and ease, even in the state he was in now it was no different. She rushed to him and he felt a hand on his head as he jokingly said, “Honey I’m home.”

“Chad!” Pam said, “Oh my God, you’re burning up! Babe, what is going on with you?”

The concern was apparent in her voice as she spoke. She couldn’t hold back her concern any longer. She wouldn’t bring up his absence from their bed, but her beloved was clearly sick. He hadn’t looked great when he left m, but somehow he looked worse in just a few hours. His words didn’t do her worries any favors as he said, “Yeah I don’t feel my best, but I just need a little sleep.”

She gave him a worried and skeptical look for a moment. She sighed as she said, “I hope you’re right. Come on, let’s get you upstairs and in to bed.”

Chad tried to wave her off by saying, “I’m fine, don’t let me interrupt you babe.”

Pam looped her arm through his and placed her free hand on his shoulder to steady him as she said, “You are not fine, and if I don’t see you actually in bed I’ll be worrying about you the whole time! No buts let’s get you upstairs.”

Chad didn’t bother trying to argue with her. In truth he was thankful that she was willing to take the time to help him, and it was just another reason added to his growing list of adoration for his wife. In all actuality, if Pam hadn’t of insisted on helping him he may not have made it up the stairs. More than once he found himself on the verge of falling over, and at one point if she weren’t there he may have just given up and slept on the stairs. Still, after what felt like an eternity the two reached their bedroom.

Soft and inviting white sheets covered by a maroon comforter awaited him. Pam let him go and he let himself fall into the soft fabric below. He felt himself developing a chill and began worming his way under the covers in an attempt to stave off the growing irritation. He let himself begin to drift off into a deep sleep, but before he did he said, “Thank you, Pam, I love you.”

Pam watched as her husband fought to get under the covers. The sight was both comical and sad. She truly worried about him in this moment, but she was just glad he was finally going to get some sleep. She’d never been so happy to have taken a day off work than she was right now; if she hadn’t been here there was no telling where he would have ended up. She heard his faint mumble of affection and bent down to kiss his forehead before saying, “I love you to, get some rest Chad.”

Chad slept for sometime in a dreamless slumber. He simply drifted in an inky black void for an untold amount of time. When he finally came to he felt great, near perfect even. Feelings of guilt washed over him as he realized he had probably missed Anna’s game, but at least he felt better. He would find a way to make it up to her at a later date.

He tried to throw the blankets off of him but found it impossible. He sat up as best he could and noted that his surroundings had changed. He was surrounded by darkness and an expanse of what appeared to be an unending surface. His eyes adjusted quickly but that only heightened his confusion. He couldn’t tell where he was or see a way out. Without much of an idea, he chose a direction and began making his way forward. He walked for what felt like an immeasurable amount of time before he began to feel completely lost. Where the hell was he?

A sudden and intense earthquake stirred him from his thoughts as he felt himself being tossed about. His first assumption of an earthquake didn’t quite seem right as a powerful updraft sent him careening upwards at a rapid rate, but his body collided with a soft material that sent him rocketing back downward. He heard a thundering voice above him that asked, “Dad? Where are you?”

That was Victoria! Where was he? Where was she? He struggled to get a handle on his current ad ever-changing situation as he was sent hurtling about in a multitude of directions. Finally, the shaking stopped and he found himself blinded by a sudden light. His surroundings came into view, but a wave of shock and awe hit him as he looked around. The vast expanse of nothingness changed from dark to a vibrant white, and he realized that he had never left his bed! Wrinkles in the sheet that appeared to be mountains dotted the landscape that he rested on, and he found his footing difficult due to the combination of terror welling up within and the sheer difference in size he now faced.

He looked up to the colossal form of his daughter he was scanning the bed for him but seemed to be having difficulty. Her features were shown in a new light thanks to his diminutive size. Her clothes, a simple blue blouse and a pair of leggings, highlighted her awe inspiring beauty. He craned his neck to get a good look at her face, but he found himself taking a step back to see past her impressive cleavage. A look of worry rested on her face as she bent down to look for him. He got a new look into the valley that her chest created, and much to his dismay and surprise found his member giving a slight twitch at the sight.

That was the moment that he realized he had nothing on to hide his small form. His hands flocked to his groin to cover himself, but he willed himself to call out to his daughter. “Victoria! Down here!” he yelled as loud as he could.

Victoria heard the faint voice and squinted down to investigate. Her eyes widened as they landed on the speck-like form that was her father. Not knowing what to do, she lowered her hand and gently scooped him up. She brought him to her face and asked, “Dad what happened to you?!”

The sudden motion of being lifted into the air was like riding a carnival ride. He felt his stomach roll as he was lifted up to the shocked face of Victoria. Her face was like a billboard and her voice was like that of thunder. He couldn’t stop the quake of fear that shot through him as he watched her mouth move. The size he was now, she could easily obliterate him with those pearly white teeth. He began to hyperventilate as thoughts of doom and death overwhelmed his mind, and before he knew it he was unconscious once again. What new events were in store for him? It wouldn’t be long until he found out.

Chapter 2

Chad was slowly beginning to come around from his fever induced hallucination. His dream had been so vivid that he almost swore that it was a reality, but there was no way it could have been real. The shocked expression on the billboard that was Victoria’s face had been enough to confirm that this was nothing more than another odd fever dream. It hadn’t been the first one that he had had in his lifetime, but it was definitely among one of the stranger ones. The feelings of being lost in some kind of whirlwind combined with an earthquake were still so fresh and surreal that he couldn’t help but smile at the thought. He kept his eyes closed as he stretched out onto the hard surface that was his bed. Hard surface? That was odd, he was almost sure that Pam had helped him to his bed before he passed out. There was also what sounded like a commotion going on around him, but whatever it was it was quite loud. He thought he heard the voice of his wife and the rest of his family, but he kept his eyes shut in an attempt to simply listen.

“Is he going to be okay?” Bram’s voice asked.

Of course he was going to be okay, Chad felt almost incredible as he laid there if a little confused. Bram sounded worried and the voice of Victoria didn’t sound any better, “I don’t know, I think he might be alright. He passed out just from looking at me, but I think he was just shook.”

What did she mean? His feelings of confusion were starting to turn to panic as a creeping feeling of fear and dread began to worm its way into his mind. It had all just been a dream, right? The voice of Anna sounding almost...excited was the next to reach his ears, “I think he’s better like this, to be honest, his size matches the type of person he is.”

His breathing was becoming a bit more shaky as he forced his eyes to remain shut and simply listen as his wife’s voice broke in and chided Anna, “That’s enough of that! I know you don’t care for him, but I love him and he’s been good to us. Please, just...just be okay Chad.”

He couldn’t stand the sound of worry and hurt in his wife’s voice. He prepared himself to face whatever reality was awaiting beyond his eyelids, and with a final deep breath he opened his eyes. He almost regretted it immediately as he stared up what looked to be some sort of sun that was being blocked out by the faces of his family. It was awe inspiring and terrifying at the same time to be regarded by what he could only describe as titans; he felt so insignificant in comparison to all of them, even his children now stood the size of an office building compared to him. His fear was coming back in waves as he forced himself to sit up and fought to keep from shaking under their eyes. He was unsure of what the best thing to do would be, so he simply gave a wave of his hand to show that he was indeed real and alive. He watched the faces of his family carefully as they all seemed to shift from worry to disbelief in mere seconds.

“Oh. My. God!” Victoria yelled which caused Chad to cover his ears in response to the sudden increase in volume and her to immediately cover her mouth before lowering her voice, “Sorry, sorry I just...I can’t believe that you’re...I mean I thought...oh dad I’m so glad you’re alright!”

Chad offered a smile to his daughter, and he noticed what looked to be tears forming in her eyes. He wanted to try to comfort her, but as he watched a droplet fall down her cheek he couldn’t help but think about the sheer size of it. The tear fell to the surface he was on and the splash was like a small wave that nearly knocked him over; how tall was he anyways? He didn’t have time to think about it as he felt himself being swept up and away in a sudden and disorienting motion. The world around him spun and he felt like he might be sick; he could feel the warmth and tightness of someone’s hand wrapped around him before he was pressed into a large soft surface. Whatever it was felt almost itchy as his face was pressed against it. He tried to get a grip on his current situation, but he quickly realized that he was struggling to breathe! Whoever had him and whatever he was being pressed against was robbing him of oxygen at a rapid rate. He managed to get his arms free of the fingers that were woven around him and began banging against the soft substance before him in hopes of being released.

He was suddenly pulled away and he gasped as he greedily sucked in fresh air. He looked up to see the face of his lovely wife looking terrified, “Chad, I’m sorry. I’m just...I’m just so glad that you’re alive. I thought I-we had lost you there for a minute when Victoria brought you down. I was so worried and when I saw you sit up, I couldn’t stop myself.”

“Tch, he probably liked it,” Anna said as she looked away from her mother and stepfather, “Guys like to be put in their place, and I bet the little perv was in heaven mom.”

“That’s enough, Anna,” Pam reprimanded her daughter, “Like it or not, Chad is your stepfather and I don’t care if he is only an inch now you will show him some respect. He needs us now more than ever.”

“Yeah, I’m not going to stand here and let you treat my dad like shit when he can’t even defend himself,” Victoria scolded, “Pam’s right, he needs us to be there for him not to pick on him.”

Anna looked between her mother and her stepsister with a look that was somewhere between outrage and hurt. Her eyes landed on Chad with an almost predatory look that sent a shiver down his spine; her contempt for him had been bad when he was at his full height, but now he was literally afraid of what might happen if she got his hands on him. Still, he couldn’t help but admire the way her giant body filled out her blue and yellow volleyball uniform. He tore his eyes away from her before any indecent thoughts crossed his mind, and thankfully Bram spoke up to try to ease the tension that seemed to be growing in the room, “Alright, everyone let’s calm down. Yes, this is something out of a science fiction movie, but whether we want to believe it or not this is reality. The last thing we need is to be at each other’s throats here, that goes for all of you. Anna is just going off some of her own experiences, she didn’t mean anything bad by what she was saying, right?”

Anna looked at her stepbrother for a moment before simply nodding. She couldn’t understand why it was that this boy could so easily diffuse situations and her, but while it was something she couldn’t wrap her head around she found it alluring. She bit her lip to hold her tongue and keep from causing any further problems between her new family and mother. Still, she couldn’t help but think of what she could do if she had the chance to get Chad to herself. She pushed the thoughts out of her mind as she tried to focus on the current dilemma facing her new family, “So, like what are we supposed to do with a micro-dad anyways?”

Chad wasn’t sure how he felt about being referred to in such a way, but at the same time he couldn’t exactly argue against the term. It certainly fit his diminutive form, after all. He looked around the faces of the giants that surrounded him and noticed that none of them had a clear or concrete answer to Anna’s question. He thought about offering some input, but in truth he didn’t really have any idea as to what the best course of action would be. His best guess was to get checked out from the hospital. There was a chance that they may have a cure or at least an update on the progress towards one. If nothing else then maybe they could advise them on the best thing for them to do, “I think that maybe we should get me checked out at a hospital. If nothing else they could record my case and keep us updated on if and when a cure might be available.”

He waited for a response, but nothing ever came outside of Pam looking down at him with a confused and concerned face. He almost face palmed as he realized that because of his size they were probably having a hard time hearing him. He prepared to repeat himself in the form of a yell when he suddenly found himself cut off as Pam clenched her fist without thinking. He groaned as the simple act applied an intense amount of pressure to his small frame and he struggled to hear his wife speak, “We have to get him to a hospital. If there is even a chance that we can reverse this then we have to try. Right, Chad? Oh shit! I’m so sorry honey.”

He felt his palm prison release and found himself rolling back in her hand. He wheezed out a breath as he used her thumb to steady himself and stand back up. He looked up to her worried and apologetic face and tried to reassure her that he was fine, “Don’t worry about it, Pam, this is going to take some getting used to for all of us. I agree with your idea about the hospital. I’m not sure how well a car ride is going to go at this size, but I guess we’ll find out.”

Pam nodded and set him back down on the table while she went to retrieve her things. He looked around the surface that he had been laying on not long ago, and he almost laughed at the size of the end table. It was amazing, in a way, that something that had once been so small was now like some kind of parking lot to him. If there had only been some lines and maybe some toy cars on the black table then he may have actually been fooled. His little thoughts were interrupted by a rush of wind that almost knocked him over. He turned to see the hand of his wife resting on the table beside him open and waiting. He was glad that she didn’t just snatch him up again; the feeling of being grabbed and then yanked about had given him a bit of motion sickness. He didn’t hesitate as he did his best to quickly climb into her palm. The transition upwards was much smoother this time around. Pam was careful not to jostle him too much as she brought him up to her face. He smiled up at her face in an attempt to assure her that he was okay, but in the back of his mind he still felt awestruck by the sight of her. She looked like a literal goddess before him.

Pam gave a thoughtful, “Hmm,” as she thought about the best way to transport her husband. The pants she had on had pockets, but they were snug even for someone his size it might be cramped. The last thing that she wanted to do was hurt her beloved. She could put him in her purse, but the random assortment of objects in there could get jostled along with him. The image of him getting crushed under her wallet caused her to grimace for a split second; she decided to keep that image to herself. She glanced down to her chest and didn’t see another option for safe keeping. She hoped that he was still a fan of her breasts at this size, “Chad, I’m going to put you in my bra while we ride to the hospital. I can’t think of a better way to keep you safe on the way over.”

“Gross,” Bram remarked.

Pam shot him a look before turning back to her husband. Chad wasn’t sure how he felt about being placed in his wife’s bra, but the more he thought about it the more he realized that she had a point. Odds are if he just rode in the car he might fall and get lost or worse. He suppressed a shudder at the thought of him falling into one of the seats and ending up underneath one of his kids’ backsides. He hoped that the mountains that were Pam’s breasts wouldn’t prove too much for his reduced body. His gaze shifted from the valley below him back to his wife’s soft eyes as he nodded, “Alright, just be careful and don’t forget me in there.”

The transition from her hand to her chest was as smooth as he could have expected. It was similar to riding an elevator as Pam lowered her hand and brought it close to her chest. He looked down into his destination and felt a bit nervous. The descent looked daunting. Pam had brought her hand as close to her chest as she could in an attempt to allow him to climb in rather than just dropping him into her cleavage. He took hold of the fabric of her blouse and did his best to climb over and in. He tumbled over the top and lost his grip as he found himself falling into the soft warmth of his wife’s tits. The first thing he noticed was the heat as he tried to right himself. It was like a miniature oven between the mounds on each side of him, but at least his fleshy prison was fairly soft. The second thing he noticed was the strong scent of Pam’s perfume. The fragrance was alluring at his regular size, but at this size it was both overwhelming and captivating. His senses were assaulted by the smell of lilac and jasmine that radiated off his wife along the feelings of plushness and heat that came from her breasts. All in all, not a terrible resting place. He fought to get himself nestled into a good spot for the trip that he was about to take.

Pam was a bit torn and confused as she felt her husband enter into her shirt. The feeling of his little body bouncing between each of her boobs was surprisingly enticing. She could feel him squirming about in an attempt to get himself into a comfortable position, and she had a sudden urge to press her breasts together just to see what it would feel like. She pushed the urge and thoughts aside in favor of keeping her beloved safe for their journey. She released a shaky breath that she attempted to play off as just her being relieved that he was safe. She hoped that no one, least of all Chad, noticed that there it was anything other than just that. She smiled as she felt him settle into a still position and looked to the rest of her family, “Alright, who’s going with us?”

Anna had watched her mother carefully as Chad had basically dumped himself in between her tits. It was subtle, but she could tell that she was enjoying the feelings that came from Chad’s struggles. She wanted to know what she was feeling and experience it for herself, but she would have to wait for her time to have her fun. She would find a way to get her hands on the little twerp that was her stepfather if it was the last thing that she did. She wasn’t about to miss a chance to see him exposed and hopefully prodded by doctors and nurses alike though, and she put on her best poker face as she stepped forward, “I’ll go with you. I want to hear what the doctors have to say about this.”

Bram and Victoria stepped up and agreed with Anna. They weren’t going to let their father go through this alone and without their support. It was a unanimous decision for the entire family to pile into the car and hear what the odds were for a cure. With hopeful hearts and worried minds, the family of five exited their home and headed straight to the car. The trip was silent and rather tense with everyone’s mind racing. Victoria and Bram shared a genuine concern for their father’s well being along with Pam, but Anna had her mind on other things and possibilities. While everyone had a hope whilst travelling, Anna had a hope that if there was a cure it wouldn’t be available for a while. She wanted to have as much time as possible to toy with her stepfather and show him where he truly belonged. Her mind wandered as her step siblings shared their concerns. She wondered just what it would feel like to have Chad’s puny body beneath her foot, after all that was really where he belonged. Her thoughts shifted from fantasizing about what that would feel like to wondering what other ways she could toy with the little man. The possibilities were endless and she spent the remainder of their drive pondering them all. She couldn’t wait until she could get her step father alone.

The drive to the hospital wasn’t usually a long one, but it was somewhat of an awkward one for Chad. He hadn’t minded it when he was first deposited between Pam’s breasts, but the longer he stayed there the more tiresome it became. He found himself getting jostled about with every turn and bump in the road. Pam must have still been a bit panic stricken from everything because her driving was a little erratic. At least that was what he thought. He couldn’t really tell from where he was sitting due to his only sight being that of the dark fabric of her blouse or occasionally the supple flesh of her breasts. That was another problem he hadn’t considered when he agreed to this. The combination of Pam’s body heat, particularly from her breasts, with the material of her blouse was creating a sauna-like environment for him. Trapped between the mountains that made up his wife’s chest afforded him little airflow. At least he was able to hear the subtle and rhythmic beating of his wife’s heart from his position. That was one saving grace from his position and he closed his eyes to focus on it in an attempt to block out the discomfort surrounding him. That had been a mistake. He wasn’t sure if it was a speed bump or if Pam had jumped a curb, but he suddenly found himself being popped up along with her breasts. He didn’t fly out of her blouse, but when he landed he found himself trapped beneath the underside of Pam’s left breast. The pressure was immediate and immense as he lay beneath her boob. It was all he could do to struggle and squirm in hopes of getting his wife’s attention.

Pam had been trying to concentrate on the task at hand when she had overlooked one of the street's speed bumps. Herself and the rest of the occupants of the car found themselves bounced into the air for a millisecond followed shortly by a few cries of surprise, “Shit mom! Watch where you’re going!” Anna exclaimed.

“Hate to agree with Anna, but please be careful Pam,” Victoria added.

“Yeah I think I might have whiplash,” Bram joked before receiving a slap on the shoulder from his sister, “Ouch! I was kidding!”

“Anna watch your language, sorry Victoria, and Bram don’t joke about that right now,” Pam addressed each of their outbursts in one fell swoop.

She shook her head and mentally chided herself for the slight error that she had made. She felt a sudden and new sensation from her breasts. It was odd and yet nice at the same time. It felt like someone was lightly massaging her left breast. She tried to ignore the feelings that were emanating from her breast and focus on driving. It was easier said than done, however, and it was quickly becoming a slight struggle for her. She took a deep breath and exhaled in an attempt to calm herself. Getting worked up in the car with her kids while rushing her husband to the hospital was the last thing she needed right now. The thought hit her as she pulled into the parking lot: Chad! She threw the car in park and immediately went fishing around in her bra for her beloved husband. She checked the center of her chest first, but found that her little husband was missing. She started to feel a bit panicked as the light tickling from beneath her left breast started to slow. She pushed her breast up and quickly found his little body. She pulled him out and brought him to her face with a look of guilt and concern, “Chad! Oh my God, are you okay? I am so sorry.”

The rush of air that Chad felt as he was grabbed and yanked from his fleshy prison was a relief. The disorienting feeling and turning of his stomach returned as he was brought up to the worried face of his wife. He took in the cool and refreshing air with greedy gulps for a moment before he tried to respond. He wasn’t what he would call okay, but he couldn’t stand to see Pam so distraught and guilt stricken. He gave her a nod as the redness of his face began to subside and tried to reassure her, “I’m fine, hon, just got a little more acquainted with your lovely breasts than I thought possible. Don’t worry about it, accidents are going to happen.”

Pam breathed a sigh of relief as she smiled down at her husband. She could tell from the shape that he was in that he was far from fine, but he was trying to make her feel better. It was one of the many things that she loved about him. The kids had popped their heads around to get a look at what had happened. “What happened to him?” Bram asked.

“He...kind of got stuck under my boob,” Pam said with a light blush and a nervous chuckle.

The car was silent for a moment before Anna broke it with a single word, “Pervert.”

“Can you try to show a little concern for him?!” Victoria demanded, “He could have been seriously hurt!”

Anna looked to her stepsister for a moment before looking away. She wanted to try to argue against Victoria, but she didn’t want to upset everyone in the car. She didn’t understand why Victoria was so attached to Chad, but then again she had never known her own father. She was a little envious of her because of that. She told herself, once again, that Chad was no different than any of the other men that she had known, and that Victoria was just biased because he was her dad. She was sure that it would only be a matter of time before Chad did something to hurt his mom or his own daughter. “Sorry,” she finally and begrudgingly offered, “I’m glad he’s alright.”

“Let’s just get inside so that we can try to find out what’s going on and if there is anything that we can do,” Pam said in an attempt to put an end to the tension that was building in the car.

Chad felt a rush of air hit him as Pam opened the door and stepped out. The world spun around and he felt a little dizzy as he took in his surroundings. The parking lot was massive and he dreaded what could happen if he somehow managed to fall. The drop would surely kill him, but if he somehow managed to survive he shuddered at the thought of what the blacktop would do to his small and naked body. He found himself inadvertently clinging to Pam’s hand as they walked in an attempt to keep himself safe. He took a deep breath to collect himself as Pam walked, much more carefully this time, towards and into the hospital double doors.

The smell of hospitals was always odd and for many unpleasant. The scent of sterilization was a unique one for anyone who wasn’t used to it. For Chad, at his current height, it was more powerful than ever. The smell almost made him feel lightheaded. He laid himself down on Pam’s hand and took in her scent. The smell of his wife’s floral fragrance brought him a bit of comfort and he closed his eyes for the remainder of their trip. This whole thing was terrifying and it was beginning to get to him. For the sake of his wife and his family, however, he would do his best to keep it together. They needed him. At his size he wasn’t able to do much, but he could still be the man that he needed to be for them in spirit.

The lobby to the hospital was buzzing with foot traffic. Doctors and nurses rushed past carrying various tools, jars, and trays. There were a number of families that were sitting in the waiting room, each with either looks of concern, fear, or boredom etched onto their faces. Pam carefully made her way over to the receptionist while doing her very best to keep Chad both safe and balanced on her palm. The last thing that she wanted was for him to have some sort of awful accident while inside the one place that was supposed to be a safe haven for him. She couldn’t help but notice, however, that the majority of the staff seemed to be female. While she didn’t come here that often, she was certain that the last time she had been here there were at least some male nurses and doctors. She pushed the thought aside in favor of focusing on getting Chad the help that he needed.

Pam took a seat after speaking with the receptionist and explaining their situation. She was assured that they wouldn’t have to wait long and that the doctors only needed to prepare for the examination. She hoped that it wouldn’t be anything too invasive. She was worried about her husband and how he was doing. She knew that he wouldn’t be willing to admit it, but she knew that this was wearing on him. She couldn’t help the smile that crept across her face as she looked down at her hand to see Chad holding onto it and laying down. He was cute at this size, that much she would admit. She brought her other hand around and lightly stroked his back with the tip of her finger. She didn’t want to startle him, she merely wanted to try to remind him that she was here for him. He jumped at the contact, but he settled quickly and seemed to be appreciating the soothing gesture. She would be here for him until they found a way to get him back to normal. He was her husband and she loved him more than anything else.

Chad was enjoying the comfort that he was receiving from Pam’s gentle touch. He had been startled when he felt her fingertip at first, but the more she stroked him the more relaxed he became. He was more tired than he had realized. The trip here had taken quite a bit out of him between the heat and his struggles while being pinned. He wasn’t mad at Pam, though. He knew that it had been a simple accident, but it reminded him of just how much his world was changing. He was a little nervous at being examined by doctors and nurses alike given his size. He wasn’t sure what kind of tests they would want to run on him and he hoped that they wouldn’t be too invasive. His worries and nerves were eased and almost erased as Pam continued to rub his back. He had just closed his eyes when he heard the receptionist call out, “McCallum family, you can come on back.”

His world once again began to shift as Pam stood up. He noticed that she was standing at a slower rate and that her steps to the exam room were slower and more deliberate. He was thankful for this little gesture. It was amazing how even something as simple as being carried could be disorienting if whoever was doing it wasn’t careful. He was in the process of looking around and felt his anxiety building when his world went dark. Pam had cupped her other hand over him. He wasn’t sure if it was to keep him safe from falling or if it was an attempt at some kind of hug. Either way he didn’t really mind it. He knew who had him and that he was safe in her hands. He sat up in her palm and was almost amazed at the fact that his head barely touched her other hand. Not for the first time he wondered just how small he actually was.

His vision was enveloped in a bright fluorescent light suddenly as Pam lifted her cupped hand away. He squinted as he waited for his eyes to adjust the brightness. He heard Pam talking to someone, most likely one of the doctors, “We had just gotten back and he seemed fine. He looked awful earlier today and when he finally managed to get into bed he went straight to sleep, and when he woke up he was like this. Please tell me there is something that you can do for him.”

His eyes adjusted enough for him to get a look at the doctor in question. She was a shorter woman, compared to Pam anyways, with bespectacled eyes and blonde hair tied up in a bun. She wore bright green scrubs and a long white coat along with a serious face. Her tone didn’t sound reassuring at all as she spoke, “I’m sorry, Mrs. McCallum, as of right now we don’t have anything that we can do for the victims of this virus. We are actively working on finding some way to reverse the effects and create a cure for it. I wish that I had something more to tell you, but as of right now I am afraid that is all that we have. I recommend that he stay close to someone at all times given that your husband seems to have contracted a strain that is more on the extreme side. If you wouldn’t mind, I would like to get a measurement on just how tall he actually is so that we can record it. We will log his case and as soon as we have any new developments we will give you all a call.”

Chad didn’t like the sound of this. He had already figured that there wasn’t much of a chance of a cure, but hearing it out loud was something else entirely. It confirmed the reality of his situation and that he was stuck like this for the foreseeable future. He took a few deep breaths to try to keep his nerves and anxiety under control as Pam gently lowered him down to a nearby counter top. He gingerly stepped off of her hand and shook his head. Everything was so damn big compared to him! He noticed a small glass jar off in the distance with wooden tongue depressors in them. Each of them seemed almost like trees compared to him. The jar itself might as well have been a building in comparison to him. He tried to relax as the doctor approached him and went to work examining him. It was awkward, but she must have had some experience in dealing with people his size or close to it because she was both gentle and fast. He sighed and resigned himself to his examination.

It had taken about a half hour and some odd methods of getting some tests done. The tests were minimal and not as invasive as he had feared mostly due to the fact that they couldn’t really do much at his size. Most of their machines and equipment weren’t designed to pick up someone the size of a bug. He did find out that he was approximately one inch tall now. It was a far cry from his usual six foot self, but it was actually better than he had thought. It wasn’t great and it certainly didn’t make anything happening any better, but at least he wasn’t microscopic. Apparently they had had a case of one man being too small to be kept at home. The doctor didn’t exactly sound sure of how he was doing, which had Chad under the impression that the man may have been lost. He hated to think about what it would be like to be so small that you couldn’t even be seen.

Chad had managed to learn the doctor’s name over the course of the various tests that had been run on him. Doctor Burr handled him with the utmost care, despite the exhausted look in her eyes. Even before she spoke, he could tell from the look in her eyes that her news wasn’t promising, “I’m afraid that there isn’t anything that we can do at this time. We’ve logged his case, size, results, and will be in touch the moment we have any new developments. I know this is a lot to process, and I apologize if I seem a bit callus about everything. We’ve had a major influx in cases just like your husband’s coming over the last few days, and several of our own staff have started to come down with the disease. It’s left us quite short staffed and I’ve been working doubles just to try to keep up.”

“Oh dear,” Pam said as she realized that this was indeed affecting more people than she realized, “How many cases have you already logged, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“The last I checked, the running total was somewhere around five hundred,” she responded, “I honestly stopped counting sometime last night. I recommend that you all make preparations for someone to care for him. Please try to plan accordingly, I’ve already had to attempt to treat broken bones and missing limbs for patients who were misplaced or worse.”

“Missing limbs?” Victoria asked with a hint of fear and disgust in her voice.

Doctor Burr held up a hand to try to clarify, “One particularly unlucky young man found himself on the business end of an insect that viewed him as food, at least that’s what he and his caretaker have said.”

Chad shuddered at the thought of being caught by something like a spider or worse. That sounded like something out of a nightmare. Pam spoke up, “That’s horrible! How could someone be so careless?”

“I assure you, Mrs. McCallum, keeping track of all of someone this small is a bigger challenge then you might think,” Doctor Bur replied before her phone went off, “If you will excuse me, I have another case to log and it seems that one of our nurses has lost a doctor. Will this day ever end?”

With that, Doctor Burr exited the room. They were left in the room for a moment so they could digest the news before leaving. He was grateful that she had been willing to do that; he didn’t exactly want to have this conversation in the car or while being trapped between his wife’s tits. It had been silent for a moment before Victoria finally spoke up, “He’s going to have to stay with someone twenty-four-seven. What about Cups?”

Chad was back to resting in Pam’s palm after the doctor had finished everything. He didn’t mind being in her hand, it was actually a little comforting. He looked at his daughter and felt awful when he saw her worried face. He was about to speak up when Pam beat him to it, “Yes he is going to have to stay with someone and that’s fine. We will figure this out and Cups can wait.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but was again cut off by Anna, “I wouldn’t mind holding on to him for a little while. I’m sure Chad would love to spend some quality time with me.”

He didn’t like the way that Anna had phrased that anymore than he liked the look in her eyes as she looked down at him. It was like a cat eyeing a mouse and quite frankly it was terrifying. He tried not to let the fear show through on his face and speak up, but yet again he was interrupted by Bram, “Come on, Anna, don’t phrase it like that. We are just trying to watch out for him. He isn’t an object to hold on to, he’s a person and my dad.”

He really needed to get control of this situation before this continued to spiral out of control. “I know he’s a person, and all I’m saying is that he would probably like the chance to spend time with me.”

Chad needed to try to speak up and be heard this time. He tried to steady himself on Pam’s hand, but the task was difficult given she was still shaking a bit. He managed to find a place to plant his feet and yelled to get their attention, “Listen to me! I know this is new and... well, I don’t think different quite sums it up, but if we all pull together then we can get through this. Victoria, you’re right about me having to stay with someone through this like the doctor said, and as for Cups I think the only way to keep it going is for you to take over while I’m stuck like this. Can you do that?”

Bram looked between his tiny father and his sister and tried to offer his assistance, “I can help, dad, there’s no reason Victoria should have to do this alone.”

“No,” Chad said, “You need to focus on school and sports and the same goes for Anna. Pam has her hands full at Lift, but I can always go with Victoria and help her with any questions she has. I don’t think I’ll be much help with deliveries at this size, but I can talk her through the day to day operations.”

Anna listened to her stepfather speak and scowled. Who did he think he was to try to give orders to anyone, especially at his size! He wasn’t any different than any other guy that had come into her and her mother’s life, no matter what her mom thought. “Why should we listen to you?” she finally asked.

“Because like it or not, he is still your stepfather,” Pam said with a fierce look at her daughter, “He’s right and we are all going to have to stick together to get through this. We’ll have to take turns keeping an eye on him; God only knows what could happen to him at this size, and I shudder to think about how easy it would be to lose him.”

Hearing his wife take up for him was nice, but her last statement caused the gravity of his situation to sink in. She was right, at his current height he was susceptible to all sorts of dangers and problems. He remembered that just a simple tear from his daughter had almost washed him away; the memory of almost being crushed beneath Pam’s breast was also fresh in his mind. He couldn’t suppress the shudder at the thought of what could happen if someone misplaced him and were to step on him. He couldn’t imagine a more gruesome and horrific way to go than dying beneath someone’s foot. He pushed the worries out of his mind in an attempt to stay strong for his family, they needed him as much as he needed them right now. The sound of Anna scoffing and her cold voice fully drew him out of the thoughts of bleak possibilities, “Fine, so who gets him first?”

He really wasn’t a fan of the way that she was talking about him. The way she spoke and the things that Anna said made it seem like he was little more than some object to her. He would need to be careful not to get caught up and alone with her if he could help it, but deep down he knew that avoiding that was going to be nearly impossible. Everyone had lives and things to do and at some point he would have to be entrusted to Anna; his only hope was that she would be willing to show him some kind of mercy of kindness, but even that hope seemed small in his current state. He waited with unease for someone to speak up first and was relieved when Bram finally broke the silence, “I’ll take him for a little while. He can hang out with me and watch me play some of my games, is that alright with you dad?”

No one seemed to object to Bram being the first to spend some time with him. In truth, Chad was grateful that his son was the one who was going first. Really anyone except Anna would be preferable; he hated himself for thinking that, but his stepdaughter was terrifying him at this size. He was gently shifted from Pam’s hand to Bram’s. Pam brought him close to his son’s outstretched hand and let him make the transition on his own. It was a little frightening as he caught a glimpse of the ground from his vantage point, but thankfully their hands were close enough that he didn’t have any room to fall. He was relieved when both of his feet were planted on his son’s palm. He looked up to his son and flashed a smile and thumbs up to indicate that he was good to go. With everything as decided as it could be given the circumstances, the family of five exited the room and made their way back to the car.

Bram’s walk was a slow and careful one. He didn’t want to jostle his father more than necessary after what he had been through on the car ride over. He tried to imagine what it would be like to be trapped underneath Pam’s breasts, and he found the concept unusual. A part of him felt a little excited at the idea while another part of him that had seen the look on his dad’s face was daunted by it. He couldn’t imagine what was going through his dad’s mind as he walked through the halls and towards the exit. He worried about how his dad was actually doing and he knew that he probably wouldn’t find out until this was all over. His dad had always been the type to carry the weight of everything in stride and he always seemed so strong. It was something he admired about his dad and strived to emulate in his young life. He knew, though, that his dad would need help through this and he would be there to help both his father and his new family any way that he could. He and his siblings piled into the backseat of the car with Bram sitting in the middle and his dad resting in his hand. He cupped it a bit to keep him from potentially falling out in case Pam hit another bump too hard.

Chad was having an interesting ride in the car. Bram had made sure to take his time in getting back to the car and in getting in. The transition had been easy enough and he was glad that Bram was keeping his hand cupped for him. The ride was rather silent with only the sound of the radio cutting through the silence. Chad looked over to his daughter who was staring out the window seemingly lost in thought. He was worried about her and how she would handle the stress of having to run Cups. He tore his eyes away from her and his eyes met Anna’s for the briefest of moments. His blood ran cold as he saw the almost hungry look in her eyes. He wanted to look away, but he found it difficult to do. It wasn’t until she mouthed the words, “You’re going to be mine,” to him that he found the will to look away. He was more afraid than ever of being left alone with his stepdaughter. He kept his eyes forward for the remainder of the car ride home.

It wasn’t long before the car pulled into the driveway and the family began filing out of the car. Fortunately for Chad, there hadn’t been anything noteworthy to happen on the drive home. The occasional speed bump that came along did little more than to cause him to lose his footing in Bram’s hand. He had finally given up on standing and had taken a seat with his back resting against his son’s fingers. The only thing that he hadn’t enjoyed was that he could feel Anna stealing glances at him throughout the ride. He knew it was her by the strange unnerving sensation he kept feeling, but finally he was free of the car and her predatory gaze. Everyone slowly made their way inside and when the door closed he heard Pam address him and Bram, “Are you boys going to be alright? Can I get you anything?”

Bram looked down to his father who shrugged before looking back to his stepmother, “I think we’re alright. Maybe something to eat? I don’t know how much dad can eat at his size, but I wouldn’t mind a sandwich if you wouldn’t mind. I’m going to take dad to my room and just hang out with him for a little while.”

Pam smiled at them both, “I’ll get you a turkey and cheese sandwich, and I guess maybe a small slice for Chad? Does that sound okay to you, hon?”

Chad had to really raise his voice to ensure that he was heard, “That sounds great, hon, love you.”

“Love you to,” Pam replied as she went off to the kitchen.

The walk to Bram’s room wasn’t a long one, but it was breathtaking. Everything was so huge and looked so different from his size. He was in the process of taking everything in when he and Bram finally made it to their destination. Chad was actually a little excited to see what Bram was playing. He always enjoyed spending time with his son, and he was willing to bet that whatever game he was playing would feel like a movie. At his size, if he had a toy car he could probably pretend he was at a drive-in. He grinned at the thought of himself sitting in a small car on Bram’s nightstand. The idea was a little comical and made his whole day seem at least a little bit lighter than it actually was. It was the little things outside of having a virus without a cure that made things bearable, he supposed anyways. Bram gently lowered him down to his bed so that he could get situated and he could retrieve his controller for his PlayStation.

The massive expanse that was a twin bed was breathtaking as Chad looked around it. The blue duvet looked like some kind of cloth ocean before him that went on for miles upon miles, and if the pillows weren’t propped up then he wouldn’t have been able to see them over the horizon. He walked close to the edge of the bed, but stopped short as he looked down to see what would have been certain death if he were to fall. It was like standing on the edge of a five story building and looking down; he felt himself become light headed and decided it would be best for him to take a few steps back. He fell back on his butt and shook his head at the sheer magnificence of everything around him. His eyes ran along the walls of Bram’s room in wonder. The various posters and items that dotted the walls were like something out of a storybook to him; he knew that the objects in question were little more than trivial items that he or Bram had bought, but at his size it was unbelievable to look upon. He spotted a small action figure that he had bought his son years ago on his nightstand, and he couldn’t help but wonder how much larger even the little figure was than him. He had to admit, even in spite of the terror and unease that lurked in the back of his mind this whole experience was truly awe inspiring.

Bram watched his dad closely after he set him down. This whole thing was so unreal that he still couldn’t believe what was happening. In one day his dad had been reduced to the size of a small toy or a bug, and even as he looked at him it just didn’t seem real. He had carried his own father to his room in the palm of his hand, and yet this whole thing seemed like a dream. He could only imagine how his dad was feeling about everything. He wanted to try to act like things were normal, but he honestly wasn’t sure if he could or if that was even an option at this point. He tried to sit down on his bed as gently as possible, but even being as careful as he could he still noticed his dad stumble and fall from his soft impact.

Chad had been so engrossed in everything around him that when Bram went to sit down he was caught off guard from the tremors that followed. It wasn’t like when he had been caught in the updraft when Victoria had found him, it was more subtle and gentle than that. He found himself struggling to keep his footing and before he knew it he was on his ass again. He decided it would probably be better to just remain seated while he was on a bed lest another impact happened; he was just glad that Bram had decided to sit down as easy as he could. He imagined himself flying through the air as someone jumped onto the bed, and the image that followed sent a chill down his spine as he thought about what such a sudden and rough landing could do to him. “Shit, sorry dad!” Bram offered as he tried to help him up.

Chad waved him off and smiled to try to reassure him that everything was fine, “Don’t worry about it, son, I’m fine and you didn’t do anything wrong. This is going to take some getting used to, for all of us not just me. What game are you going to play?”

Bram smiled at his dad’s nonchalant attitude and pulled up his game library before selecting one of his all time favorites, “I figured you might like to see the newest Spiderman game,” he said as he selected the title and let the game start to load, “It’s really good and looks amazing. Figured that since you’ve kind of had a rough day you might enjoy something comic themed to relax with.”

Chad gave a genuine smile at the thoughtfulness of his son. He hadn’t gotten the chance to watch him play this one yet. He was a little giddy at the idea of seeing it for the first time on such an expansive screen. He let the worries of his situation fall away as the game booted up and Bram started playing. It was the first time since waking up that he felt almost normal just sitting there watching his son play a game for a little while. He found himself engrossed in the narrative almost instantly, and he sat with his son and watched just as he would have done before all of this began. It was nice to be able to share in an old pastime despite his new condition.

Chapter 3

Chad yawned and stretched out in his "bed". It had been a few days since the incident and the subsequent trip to the hospital. The first night had been something out of a nightmare with Pam insisting that he sleep with her for safe keeping. It had been anything but pleasant. He hadn't wanted to upset her and hadn't bothered protesting when she proposed him sleeping between her breasts. He never would have guessed that something so soft and captivating could be so dangerous. Pam, who usually slept like a log, had tossed and turned throughout the night. The simple shifting of his gargantuan wife had him fighting for stability and at one point his life.

At one point he had found himself pinned beneath the weight of both of her tits. His instincts kicked in and he had sunk his teeth into the soft flesh which startled her awake. She had sat up in an instant and that simple act caused him to come tumbling out of her nightie and rolling across the bed. This begat him a new kind of hell when she started looking for him. The world around him quaked and shook with each frantic motion she made and somehow he had ended up beneath her foot. The weight was excruciating, but thankfully it didn't last long. It was a good thing because Pam had started to sweat from the warmth of the covers. The stench of such a mild sheen of sweat was enough to make him light headed.

Pam hadn't been thrilled with his choice to bite her, but it was outweighed by the relief she felt from finding him. He had explained to her what had led to him getting a mouthful of her flesh and she understood immediately. His adrenaline made it impossible for him to sleep that night and Pam had opted to stay up with him. They had moved to the living room to watch some television. This time he insisted on sitting on his own on the arm of the couch. He could tell that Pam wasn't happy with it, but she understood his reservations. The look on her face and in her eyes almost hurt more than the crushing he had received only a short while ago, almost.

The night's final bit of trouble came from a gust of wind that knocked him off of the arm and wedged him between the cushions. He later learned that it was Pam reaching for a drink that was on the end table. There was no great weight this time, only filth the likes of which he had never imagined. He spent nearly half an hour in that crevice caked in a line of debris. Crumbs and other things much too small for most to notice surrounded him and began to cover his diminutive frame. His lost presence went unnoticed by Pam until the show came to an end. Then and only then did she start to hunt for him. He could feel the vibrations from her movements as she looked around the couch. Finally the walls that entrapped him shook and were pulled back to reveal his freedom. That freedom came at the cost of another sickening layer of filth as he found himself free falling into the abyss.

Thankfully it didn't take long for Pam to locate him this time. She had tried to defuse the situation with a joke about how he looked like a lost toy. He wasn't angry at the joke, no, the analogy only served to further instill the growing fear that had taken root in his mind. His comfort came in the form of the concern that was etched on her face as she gently grabbed him and lifted him up to eye level. She was worried about him and was just using humor as a defence mechanism.

She took him to the sink to clean him off shortly thereafter. She filled the sink about halfway and cleaned him off before letting him swim around a bit. It was like being in an Olympic sized pool. Things were certainly interesting from this perspective when he wasn't fighting for his life. The warmth of the water and the feeling of freshness had been what finally relaxed him enough to try and sleep. Pam found an old matchbox that she emptied out and a cotton ball to act as a pillow for him. The final touch had come from a shred of an old shirt of hers. It wasn't anything glamorous but it served its purpose well enough. The scent of his wife on the cloth was enough to lull him into a peaceful slumber in combination with the energy spent from his struggles.

The following days hadn't been much better for Chad. He spent the better part of his second day sandwiched beneath the ass of Victoria. It had been another unfortunate circumstance where Pam had left him on the arm of the couch to relax and watch television. Things had been going fine until he stretched and subsequently managed to fall from his perch. At first, he had been relieved to find himself merely lying prone on the cushion as opposed to the chasm he had been trapped in the night before. Whatever relief he felt was quickly snuffed out by the looming shadow of his daughter preparing to watch one of her shows. He had scrambled to get to his feet and away from the impending posterior that was falling fast. His efforts had been for naught as all it did was save him from being pinned beneath her right cheek and instead trapped him under the seam of her shorts. The last thing he saw before becoming encased in darkness and punishing weight had been the violet shorts Victoria had on.

The fabric of the shorts was stretched taut and did little to act as a reprieve from the mass resting atop him that was his daughter's backside. Any prayers he had for her to notice him went unheeded, and his struggles only caused him further agony. He writhed beneath her in an attempt for recognition and discovery, but all that did was cause her to grind her ass into the cushion. She had unknowingly caused him an unbearable amount of pain as the simple motion raked him back and forth and got him closer to her than he would have ever liked.

The odor emanating from her backside was potent and tainted whatever breaths he took. It was early in the morning and Cups was closed temporarily until he and his family could decide on the proper course of action. This meant that Victoria would most likely be on the couch for some time. It also meant that Chad was stuck here until she decided to get up. Being as early as it was, Victoria hadn't showered just yet due to the stress from the previous day's events. This observation was confirmed by the stench rolling off of his daughter and assaulting his nostrils. To most it wouldn't have been noticeable but being the size of a flea meant that everything was bigger including scents. It was something Chad hadn't considered and honestly one that he would have preferred to have kept unknown to him.

Light eventually flooded his vision and blinded him, but not before one final and revolting circumstance hit him. Along with the smells, sounds were also much more pronounced whether it be voices or in this case gurgles. It was something that would stick out in his memory for as long as he lived. The first sound had been the rumble of Victoria's innards which was followed by another twist from her becoming seemingly uncomfortable. He felt the pressure above him shift and decrease right before it happened. A noxious and powerful gust of air accompanied by the deafening and demeaning ripping sound sent him careening backwards and had him gagging. Victoria had broken wind right as she got up and rushed out of the room, presumably to the bathroom. Chad was left panting and fighting the urge to up-heave what little was in his stomach. He found the will to move before he managed to regain his sense of smell and was climbing in an instant.

The fabric of the couch was cloth and there were a few stray strands of string that he used to pull himself upwards. He summoned what little strength he had remaining to ascend back to his original resting place on the arm of the couch. He managed to make it and was left feeling spent and ready for a nap. He surveyed his surroundings and felt a sense of unnerving dread when he noticed Anna staring at him with a devious and knowing smirk on her face. She had been sitting in a chair a short distance, at normal height, from the couch and looked as delighted as she did hungry. There was a lustful desire behind those eyes that put a terror in him that he didn't think was possible. How long she had been there he didn't know, but he was certain she had seen more of his undignified plight than he would have liked. The eyes that stared at him with sadistic mirth reaffirmed his urge to steer clear of Anna if it all possible.

Pam had come along shortly thereafter, thankfully just as Anna appeared to be making a move to grab him. The familiar shelter and safety of his wife's hand enveloped him and brought him to her face. She planted a quick peck that smothered him for only a second before pulling back and remarking about how awful he smelled. He would later explain the predicament that he had found himself in to the entire household. The time came and Victoria felt mortified at what she had inadvertently done to her father. Pam seemed torn between concern and stifling a laugh. Bram had done his best to ensure he was fine, while Anna openly snorted at the retelling of the story. She had found his suffering to be the height of hilarity and made no secret of it, even when she was reprimanded by the others. Chad simply stood there on the glossy white counter top and watched the exchange knowing that it would do little good with Anna.

It didn’t help his growing sense of unease that the news seemed to periodically interrupt whatever he and his family were watching on TV. Updates on the virus with numbers growing every day only served as a reminder that his reality was something that many men were dealing with. He would try to tune out the news, but whenever Anna was around she would feign concern and turn the volume up. She seemed to be fascinated with everything going on, and whenever she had control of the TV she would almost always switch to the news. Reports of the afflicted going missing, getting abused, dismembered, and one particularly disturbing account of a young woman who had taken to capturing and ingesting them were both horrific and disturbing. What was worse, Anna seemed to take some sort of sadistic delight in these reports. The look on her face and the way she talked about them hammered home his desire to stay as far away from her as humanly possible while stuck at this size.

Her interactions with Pam and Victoria were clearly attempts at showing mock concern. She would remark about how awful it was what was happening to all the tinies, all the while keeping a predatory gaze locked on his small form. She continued to try to make a case for her keeping him in an attempt to help Pam or take some stress off of Victoria. Pam seemed to buy into Anna’s ruse, but thankfully Victoria was adamant about him staying with either her or Pam. Anna didn’t have to try to hide her disappointment on the matter, but while she acted like it was because of a lack of trust, she knew that it was because she wouldn’t be allowed to act out any of her twisted ideas.

Chad’s sole solace came from his time spent with Bram. His son had been careful and attentive to him anytime he was with him. Their time together generally consisted of him watching Bram play games, watching a movie, or even simply talking. It was the closest thing that Chad had to normalcy, ignoring the fact that he was generally on Bram's nightstand during his time in his room. It wasn't that Victoria or Pam were outright trying to endanger him or anything, it was simply that they more often than not forgot about him or overlooked him. There were times when Bram would be gaming when he would forget about his father's presence, but it never really put Chad in harm's way.

This particular morning Chad had the luxury of an undisturbed rest. He'd spent the prior evening trying to outrun Pam's feet after he had managed to tumble from her lap and slide down her legs. It was a miracle that circumstance hadn't caused him to be seriously injured; a fall from that height could have spelled the end for him! Fate had other plans for disaster to throw at him, however, and those plans entailed dodging the colossal feet of his beloved wife while she searched for him. Fifteen minutes had felt like hours while he ran, dove, and screamed in an attempt to get her attention. By the time she found him his heart was pounding in his chest! He'd asked to just go to his bed for the night and she had begrudgingly agreed.

Today was the day that Cups needed to reopen if his business was to continue to flourish as it had been. Closing for too long meant that he ran the risk of losing the clientele that he had been steadily building. This meant that Victoria would be taking the reigns for the first time. It also meant that he would be spending the day with her and trying to ease her transition into the daily operations. He hoped that things would be fairly uneventful, but hope had done little for him as of late. It wasn't that he was becoming pessimistic, on the contrary he was cautiously optimistic about everything. It just seemed that no matter who he was with things seemed to take an unexpected turn. In spite of this, he knew that his family loved him and held onto the hope for a cure to this plague.

He glanced over to the billboard of a clock to see that it was close to nine in the morning. Pam had placed his makeshift bed on the dresser that first night so as not to be too close to the borderline offensive neon lights of the clock. Being the distance that he was meant that it was actually easier to read it. He pushed his blanket aside and prepared to start his day. He stretched a bit and looked over to the mirror behind him.

The dresser was a large mahogany piece that had been a wedding present from his mother; it had been part of a bedroom set that she insisted on gifting to them. The jewellery box that rested fairly close by looked like a three story house to him where Pam's prized necklace resided. He shook his head as he approached it and realized he wasn't much bigger than the sapphire pendant that dangled from the sterling silver chain. Part of him hoped to eventually find something that he was bigger than, but that seemed unlikely.

He was forced to wait for someone to come and retrieve him from his vantage point. Chad was strong enough to climb something like the arm of the couch but climbing down the dresser was akin to suicide. This part of his routine was the closest to mundane and in truth he didn't mind. It was a little dull, but at least he was safe here. He walked over to the mirror to get a look at himself. His figure, despite the drastic size change, was mostly the same. Being perpetually nude was something that he was still getting used to. There were times he would forget until a breeze came by or his member was drug across the flesh of somebody's skin.

His stomach rumbled at about the same time as he heard the thunderous footfalls of someone approaching. He looked over to the doorway to see who would be collecting him first today. The anxiety of this moment was perhaps the most difficult to deal with. Each morning he wondered and worried who it would be, and in the back of his mind he feared that it would be Anna. His fears had been quelled every morning and today was no different. The visage of Victoria entering the room wearing a maroon blouse and a pair of dark jeans greeted him and brought a smile to his face. Her auburn hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and Chad couldn't help but be struck by her sheer beauty. He shook the thoughts away, which had started to become more frequent, and reminded himself that this was his daughter.

She approached a sincere smile on her face that he returned. She bent down to get a closer look at him and he was struck by the majesty of her features from this perspective. It felt like he was looking at some monument, only living and breathing.

"Hey, dad," she greeted, "Hope you slept well cause I'm going to need your help today."

She lowered her hand at a slow and deliberate speed to avoid the potential back draft that would have knocked him off his feet. He maintained his smile as he climbed aboard the hand that would be guiding him and hopefully protecting him throughout the day. She brought him closer to her face so that she would be able to hear him speak, "Don't worry, sweetie, I'll be here for you every step of the way. You were already starting to get a feel for things before all of this, today is just going to be an extra step."

Her father's reassurance helped to ease her mind. She was slightly anxious about the prospect of running Cups on her own, but she knew in her heart that he was right. Outside of the paperwork and directly dealing with vendors, she had learned a great deal from him. It helped knowing that she would have him close by if anything were to go awry or if she encountered any unforeseen obstacles.

With her mind at ease she posed the question that had become commonplace for the start of a day, "Where do you want me to keep you?"

This was something of a vexing question and one that required more thought than might have been necessary. There were pros and cons to every nook that he could fit in. The first option was to be carried within the pocket of her jeans, but that could prove to be a restricting and uncomfortable ride. He could have taken Pam's usual method of shuttling him on her chest, but that felt more than a little wrong even outside of the potential dangers that came with being in the valley of cleavage; this was his daughter and he wasn't trying to get closer than he already had. Her shoulder was a precarious perch and one that posed more risk than anything. He had tried that once and had nearly taken a fall that could have resulted in his death. Thankfully, Victoria had noticed him that day and had managed to catch him in the palm of her hand.

As he was mulling over his options, he caught sight of a pocket on her blouse. It was small and seemed more than deep enough to prevent him from falling out. It was new territory, but then again what wasn't new to him these days? He settled on the gambit of the shirt pocket since it seemed both safe and logical. He would be close enough that if she needed anything he would be readily available. "Why don't we try something different," he started and motioned for her shirt, "I'm assuming that pocket isn't just for show, right?"

Victoria looked down to the small pocket and smiled. It seemed that she shared his sentiment, "That works for me, maybe riding along here will make it more difficult to lose you. I wonder if anyone has considered a two way radio for victims of this disease?"

"Pretty sure they're more focused on finding a cure," Chad pointed out, "I also don't know if, one: they could make something that small and two: if it would even operate on the same frequency as a full sized one."

She slowly moved her hand towards her shirt pocket and gently deposited her father into it. She shrugged which felt like a small quake to him, "Those are good points. Still, it would be nice to have some way to keep track of you if something happens. Pam and I get so freaked out when you disappear on us."

He wasn't sure if she meant that as a pun or not. He figured it best to simply leave that one be; better to not call attention to the compromising predicaments he was often finding himself in with them. He nestled himself into as comfortable a position as he could. It wasn't difficult considering the soft material of the top combined with Victoria's own endowments. All in all, it was a fairly pleasant position he found himself in. The only drawback being the depth of the small pocket dwarfed him, but with a small amount of effort he found he could pull himself up to the hem.

He did just that and looked up to Victoria's face which was one of mild concern. She was waiting to make sure he was satisfied with his choice before embarking on their current endeavor. He flashed her a confident smile, "All set on my end, don't worry this is as close to perfect as we can get."

The concern from her face faded and was replaced with her own smile, "If you're good, then I'm good. Why don't we get something to eat before we head down?"

His stomach grumbled once more at the mention of food, but he didn't want to be away from Cups longer than was necessary. "Why don't we see if we can get it to go?" he offered.

The frown on his daughter's face wasn't lost on him and somehow seemed more pronounced than typically. There was a second where he worried he might have offended her until she opened her mouth to reply, "Are you sure, dad? I don't want to lose track of you at the shop."

Her concern was admirable and touching. He could see her point, but the business side of him simply couldn't stand to be away from the storefront any longer. "I'm sure, kiddo, I'll be fine. We can eat on the counter while we get everything set up and go over a few things. I believe Stuart is supposed to come by with a new shipment of coffee beans and I want to make sure we have a place to put them."

Victoria grimaced at the mention of Stuart but didn't object to his request. Chad was well aware of his daughter's aversion to Stuart. He really couldn't blame her and he didn't much care for him either. Stuart was prone to making passes or other inappropriate gestures at Victoria. It had taken Chad threatening to report him to his employer for the young man to stop. That seemed to work, but only if Chad was around. The boy had a mentality along the lines of out of sight, out of mind. He believed that what Chad didn't know wouldn't hurt him, but Victoria had always brought his advances to his attention. He wasn't sure how things would go considering that Chad was more or less now out of sight and therefore out of mind.

"Alright, dad, we can grab a few things from downstairs before we head over," Victoria said as her smile returned.

With her consent they were in motion. Victoria walked carefully, but even her subtle footsteps were enough to jar Chad. It wasn't anything unbearable, just mildly disorienting. He had learned that fighting against the momentum was a futile endeavor. It was better to simply let himself follow the flow of movement. As long as Victoria didn't take off in a jog or anything too brisk he would be fine.

They headed downstairs and grabbed a few protein bars, a small bag of chips, a single bottle of water, and finally a couple of pieces of fruit. The one upside to being this size was that any small amount of food was the equivalent of a feast for Chad. It didn't take much of any one thing to make a meal for him. While Victoria was grabbing everything and tossing it into a bag, Chad took a moment to inquire about his son, "Have you seen Bram? I didn't see him at all yesterday, but I might have missed him while I was with Pam."

"He's holed up in his room," Victoria replied as she finished filling their parcel, "My guess is he's either planning for his next dungeons and dragons campaign or he's close to beating one of his games."

That made sense. Bram was more than just an avid gamer and athlete; he was also a tabletop enthusiast. Chad chuckled as the memory of his first and only attempt to join his son's campaign came to mind. Between the stats, lore, and equipment he had been more lost than anything. It was nice to see his son taking varying interests, though, and he supported him wholeheartedly. The way his eyes lit up and the pace with which he spoke about any of his tabletop games was as endearing as it was infectious. Whatever Bram was doing, Chad hoped that he was enjoying it and decided it best to just leave him be. It wasn’t like there was much that he could do about it at his size anyways.

He shifted his focus to the task at hand. Victoria was in motion once again and that meant that he was back to bouncing around the purple pocket. They didn’t have that long of a trip to the car, but each step sent another round of subtle quakes his way. He didn’t much mind it. It was better than having to dodge the dangers that lie in wait outside of his place of protection. The worst part of his travel accommodations came when Victoria plopped herself down into the driver seat of his car. The sudden drop just before she got herself settled nearly sent him soaring. He had been prepared, however, and made it a point to take a couple of fistfuls of the fabric in his hands to prevent himself from being ejected.

Once she was settled in and the car was running, she peered down into her pocket to check on him, “You alright in there, dad?”

He gave her a thumbs up that he wasn’t sure if she could see or not and yelled his response, “Never better, hon!”

He still couldn’t tell if she saw his gesture or not, but she definitely heard him. With her concern put to rest, she pulled the car out and headed down the road. Car rides, excluding that first trip to the hospital, hadn’t provided much risk or challenge to Chad at his new height. As long as he had a safe and secure place to sit there wasn’t much to worry about. The occasional speed bump or turn would jostle him about, but other than that it was fairly smooth sailing for him. He leaned back again and got himself into a comfortable position as their drive progressed. The fabric of the blouse in combination with the soft flesh of Victoria’s bosom made for a near excellent resting place. With little else to do in the pocket, Chad further began to take note of where he was. He knew this was Victoria of course, but intimately and more immediately the realization further dawned on him that he was resting against a breast. A breast many times larger than he was. He could feel its gentle curve beneath him and visualized how close he was to the nipple a little further below. It was all at once oddly exciting and oddly discomforting when realizing the bigger picture, that this was his own daughter, and he quickly shook the darker thoughts from his mind.

The drive was short and silent. It wasn’t long before they arrived outside of Cups. The city streets were busy and Victoria parked the car just outside of the small storefront. Chad felt the car come to a stop and braced himself for his daughter’s egress from the car. Getting out usually went smoother than getting in but he was learning to prepare for the unexpected whenever possible. His preparation turned out to be slightly unnecessary as Victoria made a cautious exit from the vehicle.

The familiar scent of coffee grinds and fresh beans hit his nose as the chime from the door sounded upon their entrance. The smell was stronger at his size, but it was something that he still found to be a pleasant comfort. He was sure that today was going to be different and most likely present him with some new challenges, but it was good to be back in his establishment. Working and growing his business had been something that he enjoyed, no matter the hours that he spent within the walls of his shop. The old saying was certainly true: do what you love, and you’ll never work a day in your life.

Victoria’s fingers slid their way into her pocket and retrieved her father from its confines to place him on the counter top. Chad felt like he was one of those many prizes one would find in the old crane games he had played growing up. The grip of the fingers was gentle and he knew that Victoria was doing her best not to apply any unnecessary pressure to his diminutive frame.

She placed him on the sales counter and he felt dumbstruck as he looked around. The white expanse that was his counter top was enormous and he could make out the glass mansion that was his pastry display in the distance. There were proverbial towers of coffee cups stacked in the distance across the chasm that was the floor space. His head spun from the drastic changes in the palace he had come to know as a home away from home. Everything was exactly how he had left it a few days ago, but everything seemed so much...bigger. He rolled his eyes at the simplicity of his realization. “Of course it’s bigger, idiot, you’re the size of a flea!” he thought to himself with a laugh.

The next thing he knew, a large slice of a banana was placed in front of him along with an apple slice that had been halved and then quartered, a chip that had been broken into fragments, and a cap full of water that looked like he could fit himself in. Drinking was still something of a hurdle for him that neither he nor his family had found a way to overcome. Finding a vessel for whatever liquids they came across wasn’t easy, so they had opted to simply pour a small amount into the cap of whatever they were drinking. It wasn’t the most dignified thing, but it worked and it wasn’t like he had clothes to worry about ruining.

Victoria pulled up a stool that was behind the counter to have a seat and eat her breakfast with her father. She watched the little man that had once seemed larger than life to her move between the buffet that she had provided for him. Seeing him like this was still something that she was getting used to. She didn’t know if she ever would, if she were being honest with herself. She prayed that the doctors were close to finding a cure to end the plight that had befallen her father and by extension their family and so many others. She decided to try to act as normal as possible before her mind started getting bogged down in the ‘what ifs’ that teetered on the fringes of her mind. She finished her bite of the apple and set it down so she could address what exactly she would be doing today, “So, I know that we have to get the drawer setup before we can open up. I’ve done the opening paperwork and count before, but you’ve always done the mixing and you typically handle the deliveries. Once we get the paperwork done, what’s first?”

Chad swallowed the mouthful of fruit that he had and carefully took a sip of the water before answering, “Well, once you have that done we need to get the machines ready. You’ll have to switch them on and let them warm up first, then we can start by adding in the blends. I was working on a new recipe, but I haven’t advertised it yet so we won’t worry about that.”

“That is actually what the delivery is for, though. I have some new beans coming from South America that are supposed to have a more earthy flavor to them that will pair nicely with our signature creamer. Don’t worry about that for now, though, we can just receive the shipment in and store it in the back until you feel like you’re ready.”

Victoria smiled and stood to retrieve the drawer for the register and the small sheet of paper that was used to record the starting total. She placed them down a short distance from their breakfast and moved to the safe. She entered the combination and got the typical amount used to start the day before moving back to her spot to count it out. She lost herself in the count as all of her focus turned to ensuring that the total was correct. The total came out to be exactly what she needed it to be and she went to place the bills and change into the drawer. In her haste, however, she dropped a handful of pennies that spilled out onto the counter.

Chad heard the clattering clang of the change dropping along the counter top and looked up in time to dive out of the way of a rolling bronze coin. He managed to avoid one only to find himself suddenly pinned beneath another one that had been rolling beside it. It wasn’t any sort of crushing weight, but it was more than enough to knock the wind out of him. He grunted as he tried to dislodge himself from his penny prison. It wasn’t easy, but he was on his way to freedom when it happened. He managed to almost get to his feet when he suddenly found his world encased in darkness and everything spinning. He realized too little too late that Victoria had inadvertently snatched him along with the change and was putting him in the drawer.

He was unceremoniously dropped into the slot for the pennies as though he were little more than one of them. His body hit the rough and cold surface of the sea of brown right before a few other loose pennies rained down on him. He was about to call out to Victoria to let her know about his predicament when he was assaulted by one of the pieces of falling bronze. It dazed him and left him feeling a bit dizzy as it smacked his face before falling next to its brethren. He fell back onto his ass and blinked a few times to make sure he still had control of his faculties. He started to call out but was silenced as his world shook and he was thrust forward without warning. Darkness surrounded him as Victoria closed the register. He rolled his eyes and huffed as he realized that he was now trapped amongst the change until his daughter either decided to check in here for him or until the first transaction of the day.

Victoria clapped her hands together and smiled. She felt confident that she would be able to handle today, especially with her dad here to help her. She decided to let him finish eating while she prepped the machinery. She had seen him do this and heard him talk about this countless times before. She could do this.

“Alright, let’s get everything ready. I’ll be back, dad, just finish eating and I’ll take care of the startup.”, she said with a nod.

Victoria walked away from the counter to switch the machines on and grab the ingredients that she knew would be needed. Her father would be fine while she worked. He needed to eat, she was worried that the stress was affecting his appetite.

Meanwhile, Chad cursed his luck and tried to find a comfortable position in the darkness and among the metal that surrounded him. He hoped that he wouldn’t be trapped here for too long, but he honestly wasn’t sure how long it would be before Victoria noticed he was gone. He sighed and resigned himself to his fate of waiting. At least he wasn’t in danger of being trampled this time.

Chapter 4

Chad’s back was resting against the cold metal of the coins that surrounded him. He had managed to force his way out from beneath the pennies that had been pinning him down. He wasn’t sure how long he had been in the drawer, but he knew that it had been long enough for his eyes to adjust. He sighed as he struggled to find a comfortable position against the copper.

He sighed for the fourth time as he listened for any sounds from the outside world. He wondered when Victoria would notice his disappearance and if she would think to check the register. It seemed doubtful. Of all the places that he could have ended up, this was certainly an odder one and one that most people wouldn’t think to check. He would most likely have to wait until their first customer came in to be discovered. This thought caused him to tense up as he wondered if he would be handed off to some unknown person. What if he was accidentally handed to someone like Anna? The thought of that was enough to spike his anxiety levels.

What if he were given to one of the women that had been torturing other shrinking victims? He recalled hearing about one woman who had started a collection similar to that of bugs. She had apparently taken the bodies of her victims and drove tacks through their limbs to pin them to a board. From the reports, every man who she had captured had bled out in a slow and painful way. How many others out there were like her and still on the loose? What if he ended up a plaything for some sadist or worse, what if he ended up a snack for a woman? Oh lord, what if someone decided to add him to their coffee?! The thought of being burned alive before sliding down the back of someone’s throat was worse than anything he could have imagined.

He tried to calm himself down as best he could. His breathing was quickly turning to hyperventilation and he worked hard to try to regulate it. His mind raced with possibilities of his life falling into the hands of a stranger who might view him as little more than a toy. He would have rather been in the hands of Anna. At least then he would be in his home and have a higher chance of being discovered. He slammed his eyes shut and willed himself to calm down and to breathe evenly. Slowly, he started to calm down and push the terrifying thoughts out of his mind.

Eventually, he heard the register being used above him. The beeps and dings were nearly deafening to his little ears and after a moment his vision was flooded with blinding light. His world shifted as the drawer flung open and he found himself getting tossed around the copper coins that surrounded him. To his dismay, he once again found himself buried beneath the weight of some of them. He fought to get himself free and he could hear the slight panic that was in his daughter’s voice as she dug around in the drawer to produce their customer’s change.

Her fingers raked through the pennies as she gingerly scooped out four of them and narrowly avoided scooping him up into the mix, “That’s three dollars and sixty-four cents back. Thank you for your business and come back to see us!”

She was trying to put on a brave front, but Chad knew his daughter well enough to recognize the anxiety that was behind her tone. He tried to call out to her in hopes of getting himself discovered as well as alleviating her panic. His world was once more encased in darkness as the drawer was thrown shut and Victoria went back to work. “Well, fuck,” he said to himself as he resumed his fight with the surroundings to get back to a noticeable and semi-comfortable position.

Victoria finished ringing up the first customer of the day and watched them leave the shop. Once they were out the door, her demeanor shifted from friendly to worried once again. Her father had been missing for half an hour now and with every passing second she grew more and more concerned. Her first thought had been to check the counter, then the floor, then finally she checked her socks and shoes in case he had managed to end up in that precarious place again. She needed his expertise, but more than that she needed to know that he was okay. She was responsible for his safety and she couldn’t live with herself if something were to happen to him!

The ding of one of the machines going off behind her pulled her away from her search. She groaned as she went to check it and make sure that everything was still fine. She walked over to the machine to investigate and noticed that one of the grinders was jammed. She cursed under her breath as she switched it off and started fiddling with it. Concentrating was difficult for her right now. Usually her dad handled this sort of thing, but she had been shown how to fix it on a number of occasions. It was a simple fix, in truth, but she couldn’t focus enough to get the clog undone. Her mind raced with the possibilities of where her father could be and what sorts of perils that he might be enduring. Her mind went back to the other day where she had inadvertently sat on him. Instinctively she rushed to the bathroom to check her backside in the mirror, just to be sure. Thankfully, he wasn’t there, but that meant that he was still lost somewhere in the shop! Hearing the bell chime from above, she put on her friendly face, and exited the bathroom to greet her next customer.

Chad had resorted to lightly banging his head against the tray he was trapped within. His panic had dulled and begun to be replaced by frustration. Were he a bit bigger, he may have resorted to counting the pennies out of boredom and to try to do something productive. As it currently stood, attempting to do so would have been more exertion than he was prepared for, not to mention he ran the risk of getting pinned beneath one of the copper pieces. He heaved a sigh as he wondered how Victoria was holding up out there. He already knew how nervous she was about running the shop, but he also knew that she had to be worrying herself sick over his whereabouts. She seemed to worry more than anyone else in his little family about his current state. 

Pam was certainly a close second and his lovely wife was more accommodating than he felt he deserved, but Victoria seemed to be teetering on the edge of a constant panic attack when it came to him. Her reaction to him being sat on had been enough to almost bring the young woman to tears and enough to break his heart. He did what he always did, even in preparation for his extended stay in the dark: he forced the feelings of fear and worry down in an attempt to stay strong for his family.

He wasn’t sure how much more time had passed, but eventually he once again heard the beeps and dings of the register above him. He braced himself against a penny that was sitting at an angle with his feet and his hands against the wall of the tray. He said a silent prayer to keep his balance and position this time as he prepared for the drawer to once again shoot open. The seconds ticked by before his vision was once again flooded with bright light. The quake that came from the rocketing movement almost knocked him off balance again, but against all odds he managed to keep his position steady. This was his chance to finally get out of this copper filled tomb.

Victoria smiled as another one of her father’s regulars handed her a twenty and she started counting out the change, “Alright, out of twenty that gives you...thirteen twenty-two back. Have a great day!”

Chad once again barely avoided the probing digits of his daughter's massive hand and yelled at the top of his lungs, “Victoria! I’m down here!”

She was just about to close the register when she heard the familiar and faint sound of her father’s minuscule voice calling out to her. She froze and looked around before casting her gaze down into the open drawer. There, amidst the forty some-odd pennies was her father waving his arms frantically trying to get noticed. She waited for the woman who had ordered a couple of to-go cups to exit the store before quickly scooping her father up along with several pieces of loose change.

“Dad!”, she exclaimed as she sifted through the pennies before bringing him to her face in a tight embrace, “Oh my God, I was so worried about you! How did you get in there?!”

Chad wheezed as Victoria squeezed him tighter than she probably meant to. She wasn’t joking when she said she had been worried, that much he could tell by the ironclad grip that she had him enveloped in. “Vic-tor-ia,” he managed to get out as he slowly became light headed, “You’re...crushing...me.”

“Shit,” she swore aloud and instantly loosened her grip on him, “I’m sorry, dad, please don’t be mad at me. I’ve been freaking out thinking that something had happened to you for the last hour and a half.”

So that was how long he had been trapped. Time was a funny thing; he had been unsure if it had been minutes or hours since he had landed in the darkness. He shook his head and did his best to reassure her once his breathing was regulated once again, “Don’t worry about it, sweetie, I’m just glad you found me.”

Victoria smiled down at her little father and brought him in for another hug. The warmth of her cheeks was a pleasant and welcomed change from the cold confines of the tray he had spent the better part his morning. He became slightly embarrassed as he realized the close contact to his own daughter was having a physical reaction on his diminutive body. He squirmed in her hand as he realized that he was getting a slight erection that heightened his shame. This was his daughter for crying out loud!

Victoria noticed his squirms and pulled him away from her cheek, “Dad, are you alright?”

He hoped that she wouldn’t be able to see the blush that stained his cheeks, “Y-yeah, honey, I’m perfectly fine. What do you say we check to make sure everything is running smoothly? Have you had any problems out of any of the equipment?”

His attempt to divert attention from his humiliating predicament worked well enough and he had never been more relieved in his life. His world spun as Victoria spun around to walk him over to the problematic grinder. It was a small maneuver on her part, but one that was no less disorienting for him. He wondered if he would ever get used to the wave of dizziness and nausea that came with these little movements. His stomach, thankfully, had finally stopped rolling from the little action.

Victoria had lowered him closer to her bosom as she walked over to the machine. The close proximity wasn’t helping his growing predicament, but at least he wasn’t pressed against the supple mounds or sandwiched between them. He reminded himself of the dangers that just such an encounter could provide for him at his size and that helped to quell the rise that was growing between his legs.

“This one has been jamming all morning,” she said as she opened the lid, “I’ve checked for clogs, but I’m honestly not one hundred percent sure what I’m looking for. Any ideas?”

Chad looked the machine over from his vantage point. It was one of the first grinders that he had purchased when he first started Cups years ago. It acted up more than any of his other equipment, but he held onto it for sentimental reasons more than anything else. It was not uncommon for this particular grinder to jam due to a hose in the back getting gunked up with various bean paste. It typically worked fine, but he could already see the issue from his position. Victoria had been using it more than the other grinders, most likely because it was closer to the register than the others. It was a simple mistake, but one that he knew how to handle.

“Alright,” he began, “First, and this is not a big deal, I wouldn’t recommend using this one more than you have to. This little guy is older than the shop itself and it tends to get a clog in the back when it’s overused. Set me down and see if you can reach around back to undo the hose on the far right.”

“On it, brace yourself for a landing,” she said as she gently lowered her hand to the counter.

He hopped off of her palm and onto the massive white counter. Focusing on work helped to alleviate his little personal problem. He watched as Victoria’s colossal hand snaked its way from him to the back of the massive machine. He whistled as he looked at it from this perspective; it looked like a four-story building in comparison to him. He craned his neck as he continued to look up, maybe it was a bit bigger than that, but he couldn’t be sure.

He decided to walk around to the back of the machine to watch his daughter work and supervise her troubleshooting. She followed his instructions about removing the hose from the back of the machine that fed into the base. A proverbial plume of ground coffee spilled out onto the counter and Chad instantly regretted his decision to journey to the back of the machine. A thick cloud rolled over to him and he coughed as his body was engulfed in a thick coating of ground coffee. He smacked his lips and grinned as he realized it was a French vanilla roast blend, there were worse things he could have been bombarded with.

“Alright, dad, what now?” Victoria asked and looked over to see her father now looking completely filthy, “Dad! What happened, are you alright?”

“Yes, Victoria, I’m fine,” he said with a small laugh, “This was my mistake not yours, you were doing what I told you to. I completely forgot that this typically happens and what it might mean for someone of my height. We can rinse me off after we finish this little repair. Now, these hoses are waterproof and are fine to be washed out. All you need to do is take the hose over to the sink and give it a quick rinse while I wait here.”

He watched as she gave him a small smile and took the equipment piece over to the sink. He looked down at himself and couldn't help but laugh at the mess that coated him. These situations weren't the worst and it was nice to be able to laugh at an issue for a change. Too many times he'd found himself in perilous scenarios and predicaments that nearly cost him his life. A literal dusting of coffee grounds was ideal by comparison. It certainly beat literally running under foot from his family or suffocating in some more intimate places.

Victoria finished washing the hose out and made her way back to the defunct grinder. She would need to clean the area around the machine then tend to her father. First, though, she needed to reattach the piece and ensure that it was in working order. It was a simple fix and one that she didn't need instructions to complete. Once it was done, she decided to carefully clean the counter before testing the machine. She made sure to keep a watchful eye on her father so as not to misplace him again …or worse. He had been taking most everything in stride, but she didn't imagine he would be thrilled at the prospect of getting swept off the counter by her. She shuddered at the thought of what a drop from this height might do to his minuscule body.

“Alright, dad, hope on,” she said as she lowered her hand down to the counter, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Chad smiled as he climbed onto his daughter’s hand and nestled himself in her palm. He gave her a thumbs up once he was sure he was secure. He took a deep breath and held it as Victoria slowly and deliberately raised her hand and brought him to rest by her chest. He managed to block out the disorienting feeling by closing his eyes and focusing on his breathing along with the warmth from Victoria’s hand. She gently cupped her fingers in an attempt to keep him stable and comfortable while she carefully walked over to the sink. Chad watched his surroundings fly by from his incredible vantage point. Though Victoria was taking her time getting to the sink, he still felt like he was moving at an incredible velocity.

They reached the large sink and Victoria switched the water on. She adjusted the temperature and tested it with her free hand before working to keep the pressure at a level that wouldn’t force her father out of her hand and possibly down the drain. Once she was satisfied, she looked down at him to prepare him for his impromptu bath, “I’m going to move you under the stream, dad, and I’ll try to keep you from falling. If you feel like it’s too much or you need a break then just give my hand a few smacks, okay?”

“Don’t worry, sweetie, I’ll be fine and I trust you,” Chad replied.

She slowly moved him to the steadily flowing stream of water. He was prepared for more of a shower experience, but that wasn’t exactly what he received. The first contact with the water almost knocked him off of his feet, but he managed to keep himself standing despite the surprising pressure he felt. His knees buckled, however, when he suddenly found his body being lightly caressed and scrubbed by his daughter. The feeling was pleasant, in fact it was too pleasant for his liking. He understood what she was doing, but his body once again began to betray him with each tender brush from her fingertips. She lathered him up with some soap and he couldn’t stop the sudden rise that was happening between his legs. He began lightly squirming in her grasp in an attempt to avoid her discovering his ever growing erection.

Victoria worked methodically and quickly. She needed to get her father cleaned up before any more customers showed up. It was getting close to the usual time of day when they received a rush of customers and she wanted to make sure she had his help. She noticed him squirming in her hand as she was finishing up his bathing. She wondered if she was possibly hurting him, “Dad, are you alright?” she asked as she removed him from the sink and shut off the water.

Chad heard Victoria’s question and fought to find a position that wouldn’t demonstrate his predicament, “Y-yeah, honey, just trying to keep from slipping out of your hand,” he lied through his teeth.

She wasn’t completely sold on his explanation, but she didn’t have time to question it further as the bell chimed. She looked over her shoulder and watched as four people filed into the store and made their way to the counter. She quickly shifted her father from his resting position to deposit him back into her shirt pocket. Unfortunately for the two of them, she missed her trajectory and Chad found himself plummeting into the last place that he wanted to be at the moment. His body went from feeling chilled and damp to being surrounded by Victoria’s impressive breasts and the radiant warmth that came from them. This was the last thing that he needed given that he was already waging a war with his lower half.

He let out a cry as he fell into the canyon that sounded like a minor squeak as he tumbled down. His face smacked against the soft flesh of his daughter’s right breast which knocked his back against her left before he came to a stop at the bottom of her bra. The plush surroundings, even with the minute darkness around him, were not doing him any favors. Victoria’s steps jostled him around and he was reminded of his time spent trapped in Pam’s bosom. Victoria’s walk was earning him an added bit of friction, literally, as his body was rubbed against the soft and supple flesh of his daughter. He desperately hoped that Victoria would discover his position before too long lest he end up pinned or in a horrifyingly embarrassing situation.

Victoria put on her best customer service face as she moved over to the counter to greet their newest patrons. She felt much more comfortable and relaxed now that her father was safe and sound with her again. “Hey there, how are we doing today?” she greeted the couple that walked up first.

Chad listened to the sounds from the world outside of his prison and sighed as he realized that he was going to be stuck here for some time. Every step and simple movement that Victoria made earned him another bump and rub against her breasts. He wasn’t sure how long he was going to be stuck here, but at least Victoria was handling the storefront. In truth, that seemed like a small comfort when compared to his humiliating placement. He reminded himself again and again that this was his daughter in a vain attempt to dispel his growing arousal.

The customers continued to pile into the store one after another after the first wave. Victoria rushed around the store in as careful a manner as she could muster. She tried to be mindful of her father’s resting place in the pocket of her blouse. Between the orders that continued to come in and the money changing hands, however, she found herself slightly distracted by the continued hustle and bustle of the business. There was something off that she continued to feel in her bra, though, and more than once she found herself wishing for a moment to investigate. Maybe it was a coffee bean that had somehow flown into her bra. Whatever the case may have been, it was incredibly annoying.

Chad had finally managed to overcome his proverbial pants problem. He wasn’t sure how long he had been trapped between the cavernous mounds of his daughter’s bust, but the heat was starting to get to him. Steam from several cups of coffee and the machines had wafted up and into his prison making the temperature unbearable. He was sweating bullets by this point and he felt himself growing more and more frustrated. His patience was wearing thin as from being sealed in a change based cage, getting a semi-arousing bath from his own daughter, and now suffering the same fate he had already been subjected to by his wife. The one saving grace that he had was that by some miracle he had somehow managed to prevent himself from getting pinned beneath one of those fleshy orbs.

Victoria watched as the last set of customers either finished their coffee and left or gathered their to-go cups and exited the storefront. She smiled to herself and let the feeling of accomplishment wash over her at having dealt with the influx of customers on her own. Now that they were finally gone, she was free to investigate the cause of her growing annoyance. Whatever was in there had been rattling around more and grading against her breast. If it was a bean then it was much more coarse than the usual. She figured it would be better to get it out then check on her father and with a quick look around the store she rushed into the back.

Chad’s world was suddenly a blur as Victoria started moving much more quickly. His body was flung back and forth and bounced around his surroundings. He would have felt nauseous if he had a second to think before his vision was filled with the boob flesh of his daughter. He was hurled from one mound to the other several times before he finally slid back down to his previous resting position. He groaned as his head spun and wondered what was so important that Victoria would carelessly run off like she had. His thoughts were interrupted by a slender set of fingers coiling around him and fishing out of his prison. The grip was tighter than he suspected and the pressure was an unwelcome change from his soft and heated prison. His world spun and it took everything he had not to throw up as he was swiftly removed from Victoria’s chest.

Victoria’s fingers wrapped around the offending object and she quickly yanked it from her bra. The relief was instant and she already felt more comfortable. That feeling didn’t last long, however, as she opened her hand to see her father sweating and panting in her palm. “Oh my God, dad!” she exclaimed, “That was you?!”

Chad struggled to catch his breath and keep his breakfast down. Victoria’s panicked voice may as well have been thunder booming in his ears. He winced and pushed himself into a sitting position. He felt his ribs to make sure that nothing was broken from the abrupt pressure that Victoria had inadvertently applied to him. Once he was sure that he was fine, outside of some slight bruising, he looked up to the titanic face of his daughter and nodded, “Yeah, you dropped me into your bra instead of the pocket, sweetie,” he replied between breaths.

Victoria cupped her hand and gently ran her finger tips along her father’s back in an attempt to both soothe and apologize for what he’d been through, “You’ve been in there since the rush?” she asked and winced when she watched him nod, “Oh God, dad, I am so sorry! I should have been more careful, I should have checked to make sure that you were safe before going to work!”

As awful as his experience had been over the last hour, Chad simply couldn’t bring himself to be angry with his daughter. It was an honest mistake and from the look on her face one that she clearly regretted. He waved her off and did his best to reassure her that he was alright, “Honey, I’m fine. Accidents happen and at my size are pretty common. I didn’t get hurt, just a little closer to you than I think either of would have liked. Don’t beat yourself up over it.”

Victoria still had a fearful look in her eyes when Chad finished speaking. He was almost afraid that she was going to start crying, but then she let out a light chuckle, “I can’t believe you were in my bra next to my tits,” she said before her face shifted back to concern, “I still need to be more careful when you’re with me. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Chad laughed and nodded, “Yes, Victoria, I promise I’m alright. What do you say we get back to work?”

The smile on her face was enough to erase the discomfort and embarrassment from his previous problem. “Alright, dad, if you’re sure,” she said and carefully brought him back to her chest before pulling her pocket open, “Let’s make sure that you’re safe and sound first, yeah?”

She kept her hand level with her shirt pocket and waited for Chad to dismount into it. He carefully slid himself forward and crawled into the safety of Victoria’s blouse pocket. He tumbled down to the bottom of the soft fabric, but it felt nice to know that he wouldn’t be spending any more time in another humiliating position. He looked up to the vibrant eyes of his daughter and gave her another thumbs up, “All set on my end, honey,” he called up to her.

She let the fabric go and smiled down at her father, “Alright, just give me a shout if you need anything,” she said and moved out of the back.

The rest of the day went off without a hitch. Chad managed to keep himself in a secure spot with his daughter. He watched as Victoria handled the customers with a lot of grace and poise. She was a natural and he found himself hoping that she might consider coming to work at Cups full time one day. She would occasionally ask him about one of his new recipes or for some assistance with one of the more troublesome machines.

Time ticked by and as the and Victoria slowly started to feel more comfortable with everything. Knowing that her father was in a safe and secure location helped to put her mind at ease. She would periodically check on him to make sure that he was still where she had left him or to see how he was doing. Minutes turned to hours and things continued on without incident. Victoria was actually beginning to feel as though taking care of Cups throughout her father’s predicament wouldn’t be so bad.

Her mood took a dip, however, when her father reminded her of the latest shipment of beans that were scheduled to come in today. Receiving the delivery wasn’t anything major or new to her, signing a couple forms and designating a place to store whatever was coming in. No, what made this part of the job the least enjoyable because of one man: Stuart. The man, more like a boy in all honesty, was a year or two younger than her and simply didn’t understand the meaning of the word no. Time and again he had made repeated advances on her and had continually gotten bolder. It wasn’t until Chad had stepped in and threatened to report him, among other things, that he had finally backed off. Now that her father was minuscule and out of sight, she was certain that Stuart would return to his old tactics.

For Chad, this was the final hiccup of the day. As soon as Stuart had seen Victoria waiting to greet him in the back, his obnoxious attitude reared its ugly head. His demeanor and overt flirting with Victoria was grating on his nerves. He could tell that whatever frustration he was feeling was minute compared to Victoria’s. Her tone was edgy and bordered on hostile with every curt and annoyed response she gave to the shorter delivery boy. His world took another shift when Victoria spun around and he heard a loud slap fill the air. He was able to keep his place in her pocket, but he still felt dizzy.

He couldn’t see the exchange from his position, but he could hear everything, “Keep your hands to yourself, you sick perv!” Victoria yelled.

“Hey, don’t be like that,” Stuart said, trying to sound smooth, “I’m just admiring your figure.”

“Ugh, you are such a pig!” Victoria chided, “Didn’t my dad already threaten to report you for trying shit like this?”

“Tch, yeah but he’s not here is he?” Stuart replied, “Why don’t we start over? I can come by when you close up today.”

“Not even if you were the last man on the face of the Earth,” Victoria spat, “So help me, if you so much as look at me with those pervy eyes I will personally call your boss and have you fired. Just drop the boxes in the back and get out of here!”

“Fine, fine whatever you say, babe,” Stuart said and shuffled off to finish his delivery.

Chad listened to the boy’s steps fade off into the distance and he could feel Victoria’s breathing quicken from her agitation. She stood still for several minutes and watched Stuart finish his job before storming out of the back and back to the front. It was close to time to close up shop and the store was empty. She huffed and crossed her arms. Chad felt his little riding spot get slightly tighter from the sudden motion, but he easily adjusted himself to avoid being crushed from the weight.

He took hold of the fabric and pulled himself up to the edge of the pocket, “Hey, kiddo, you okay?” he called out.

Victoria looked down at the little form of her father hanging on the edge of her pocket and smiled, “Yeah, just that little pervert trying to get handsy with me. I knew he was going to try something and I didn’t want to tell him about what happened to you. I’ll be alright, dad, just a little flustered is all.”

Chad shook his head, “I was afraid that might happen. As soon as I get back to normal I am going to have a chat with his boss and make sure to get him transferred to a different route.”

Victoria smiled at her father. Even the size of a flea, he was still his usual protective self. She shook her head, “No, don’t bother, dad, I’ll set him straight and if he keeps trying to put his hands on me then I’ll make that call.”

Chad laughed, “Alright, sweetie, I trust your judgment on it. God help him if he keeps it up, if he thinks I’m bad then he clearly hasn’t seen you angry.”

Victoria rolled her eyes, “I think he got a pretty good taste back there,” she said and uncrossed her arms, “Let’s finish out the day here and get you home. I’m sure you’re pretty worn out after everything.”

The remainder of the day went by smoothly and both Chad and Victoria felt closer than ever by the end of it. Victoria handled the closing paperwork and drawer counts with ease, and this time she kept a close eye on her father while she worked. She left him on the counter while she cleaned the floors and did a few final checks on the machines. It was close to six when they finally left the establishment and Chad was ready to get home. It had been an eventful day, although not as awful as it could have been.

The drive home was pleasant and silent other than the sound of the radio playing in the car. Chad let himself relax in his spot and found himself bobbing his head to the beat of quite a few songs. They pulled into their driveway and made their way back inside to eat dinner with the rest of the family. Bram still hadn’t come out of his room and Chad was a little concerned about him. He was too tired, however, to give it much thought. He barely noticed Anna’s wandering eyes roaming over his diminutive form.

After dinner, he watched a movie with Pam and the rest of his family. Victoria insisted on him sitting on her shoulder while they spent time together as a family. He had been a little nervous about it at first, but she had been extremely careful with him and only moved after letting him know. Two hours later, he was ready to get to his bed and get some much needed sleep. Pam carried him off to their room and planted a rather large and wet kiss on his body before tucking him into his makeshift bed. He was asleep in a matter of minutes after getting himself settled.

He had been having a rather pleasant dream involving his family and taking them to Comic-Con when his world suddenly began to shake. He shot up in an instant to prepare himself for whatever was happening. Had his bed fallen from the nightstand? Was everyone alright? He pushed the panic aside in an attempt to keep a firm grip on reality and assess the situation that he was in. He was moving, someone had his bed and was carrying him somewhere, but who?

The lid on his bed was pushed back and his heart sank as he stared up into the cold eyes of his stepdaughter, Anna. Her eyes held a glint of excitement in them as she grinned down at him. Her fingers quickly entered his chambers and snatched him up in a painful grip as he was lifted to her face. She gave his body a squeeze in response to his struggles which halted them instantly. “Hello, bug boy,” she mocked, “I hope you had fun today and got plenty of sleep because I have got a lot of fun things for us to try.”

He managed to wheeze out, “Anna, whatever you’re thinking I want you to reconsider it. What is your mom going to think when she discovers me missing?”

She scoffed at him, “It’s midnight, she’s going to be asleep until seven which gives us plenty of time together. You’ll be back in her room safe and sound by the time she wakes up. Now, I suggest you watch your tone with me. I’m bigger than you and for the next several hours I own you, understood?”

Chad swallowed as he listened to Anna talk. He was at her mercy until the morning came and he felt a sense of dread hit him like a tidal wave. He prayed that she would have some kind of mercy on him, but in his heart he knew that was unlikely. He would have to be smart if he was going to survive this night. He just hoped that Anna wouldn’t get too carried away. It was obvious that she had been waiting for this opportunity. She gave his body another firm squeeze and closed her fist around him. She walked with purpose and his world spun as he found himself surrounded by darkness. Fear was all he could feel in this moment and he hoped that Pam would wake up early and notice him missing.

Chapter 5

Chad couldn’t stop himself from shaking as he rode in the fist of his stepdaughter. This was what he had been afraid of from the day that he first awoke at this new size. The hungry look in Anna’s eyes had been a source of great fear in him, and the reports on the news certainly didn’t help. Between not knowing what was going through her mind and seeing different scenes and investigations on other tinies getting tortured, maimed, or outright murdered the back of his mind was nearly always buzzing with possibilities.

Anna, on the other hand, was positively delighted and excited that she finally had some time to play with her stepfather. This was what she had been dreaming of since that first day and she had been biding her time for the right opportunity. She knew how terrified he was, even if he wouldn’t show it. It was usually her who wanted to watch the news and see what fates awaited the little men. Every time she watched one of those segments, new ideas would flood her mind for things to try with Chad. This was what he, and every other man for that matter, deserved.

She could feel his little body literally quaking in her grip. For added measure, she gave him another squeeze and she thought she heard him cry out. The biggest question she had at the moment was what to do first. She’d brought home several boys from school and had her fun with them, but this was something completely new! The way he squirmed in her grip made her wonder how he would feel beneath her feet or even inside of her. The thoughts were having quite an immediate effect on her and she felt herself growing slightly aroused at the prospect of completely and utterly dominating him. His life was in her hands and that was something that was more intoxicating than anything she had ever felt before.

She decided to ride the wave of power that was flooding her senses and lay down the law with her new toy. She opened her palm and looked down at the bug that was her stepfather, “Listen up, little man, for the next several hours I own you,” she said and watched as he cowered at her tone, “To you, I am God and you only exist to serve me. That means that whatever I say goes, I tell you to do something and you do it. If you refuse or fail to please me then there will be consequences, understand?”

The look on Anna’s face as she spoke and the way that she talked was absolutely terrifying. Her stature alone already made him feel insignificant, but hearing her speak in such a hateful and dismissive tone was humiliating. He scooted back and winced as he felt something pull in his chest. He had to try to reason with her, he wasn’t some sort of slave, he was a man and he was her stepfather for crying out loud! “Anna, listen to me,” he started, “Please, I’m a human being, your stepfather! You can’t do this to me!”

She frowned and as he watched her face fall, he felt his hope begin to fall with it, “Wrong, you’re nothing more than a toy for my amusement. You used to be a man, but men aren’t the size a fucking ant.”

“Anna, what are you going to do when your mother finds out about this?” Chad yelled up in hopes of deterring her from whatever she was planning.

“She’s not going to and neither are Victoria or Bram,” she said, coldly, “You breathe a word of this and I will make you suffer in ways that you can’t even imagine. Remember a couple of days ago when that newsreel talked about that tiny who had their limbs ripped off or the one that got eaten? You say anything about our fun tonight, and I will pull your limbs off and eat them while you watch. Then, once I finish gobbling those up, I’ll dispose of you in the same way. No one will know what happened to you and no one will ever find your pathetic little body.”

The image was terrifying and it was at that moment that he knew there was truly nothing that he could say or do to get himself out of this. The only option he had was to endure whatever Anna had planned for him. He prayed that whatever it was wouldn’t be too painful for him to handle. He looked up at her once more, her auburn hair loose and flowing past her shoulder framed her malevolent features. Those cold eyes sent another shiver down his spine, but he hung his head in silent defeat as he resigned himself to his fate.

He screamed as her hand suddenly clenched around him once again and his world spun as she brought him to her face, “Do you understand, little man?!” she demanded.

“Yes, yes for the love of God I understand!” he screamed in an attempt to get her to release him from her deathgrip.

“Good,” she said as she loosened her grasp ever so slightly and started walking over to her bed, “I’m your God now and I’m not feeling very forgiving tonight.”

All the movements since he first shrank paled in comparison to what happened next. In one swift and merciless motion, Anna thrust her arm out just as she got to her bed and all but slammed him down onto the plush surface. It took everything he had to keep from throwing up, but that wasn’t enough to keep another pained cry from escaping his lips. Though the bed may have been soft, and if it were any other surface he surely would have been dead, the impact hurt all the same. He was freed from his prison and was now trapped atop her blanket; it may as well have been Anna’s own personal playground for the night.

He pushed himself off of his stomach and managed to get himself into a sitting position. He didn’t have the energy yet to stand and he noticed that each breath he took caused him a slight amount of discomfort. He had just enough time to watch as she hopped up onto the bed before he was greeted with a feeling of weightlessness and panic. His body was sent careening into the air for a second and he wasn’t sure where he was going to land. He felt a small amount of relief when he landed on the back on the bed, but he found himself lodged in one of the blanket’s many wrinkles.

He struggled to get himself situated and off of his stomach. He managed to get himself onto his back and he looked up at the towering visage of his stepdaughter. She sat with her legs crossed and that sadistic look on her face that sent shivers down his spine. This was the first time that he had been able to get a good look at her since she had abducted him. She was wearing tight boyshorts that were a bright shade of baby blue and had on a rather tight fitting pink tank top. While her bust wasn’t as impressive as her mother’s or Victoria’s, at his size they may as well have been twin peaks.

“Alright, bug boy,” she boomed, bringing his attention back to her, “The first thing you’re going to do is rub my feet. I had practice this evening and those cleats really make my poor feet hurt. They might be a little sweaty still, but you don’t mind right?”

Chad couldn’t believe what she was saying. He had no idea how he was supposed to massage her feet, being only an inch tall, but he was afraid of what would happen if he tried to refuse. He didn’t see any way out and with a nervous swallow he gave the only answer that he could, “No, Anna, I don’t mind.”

Her face broke into a wicked grin, “I knew you wouldn’t,” she said as she extended her legs until her feet were inches from his minuscule form, “I think you should thank me for letting your grubby little body even be near my feet.”

She wasn’t serious, was she? He caught a whiff of the foul odor coming from her feet and gagged. He could see beads of sweat rolling down those smelly soles, they weren’t covered, but there was enough that he knew this wouldn’t be pleasant. Not wanting to make her angry by testing her patience, he moved to start his disgustingly daunting task. He wasn’t quite sure where to even begin, but before he could begin he found himself bludgeoned by the very foot he was approaching. He was knocked back onto his back and he groaned while he tried to sit up.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Anna demanded.

Chad shook off his shock and called back, “I was doing what you told me to do!”

“I told you to thank me, you worthless little shit,” she replied, “Did that virus make you dumber than usual or what? I want to hear you thank me for the privilege of even being near my feet!”

His disbelief continued to grow alongside his outrage at Anna’s behavior. He started to glare up at her, but those menacing eyes filled with contempt quickly overrode any anger and replaced it with terror. He sighed and swallowed what little pride he had left, “T-thank you Anna, for letting be near your feet and letting me rub them.”

Anna smirked down at her pathetic stepfather. Hearing him literally bend to her will and thank her for something so humiliating had her sitting on a euphoric cloud, “That’s better. Now, get to work, you pathetic little worm.”

Chad tentatively got to his feet and approached the first foot of his own personal goliath. The stench intensified as he got closer and he could feel the contents of his stomach threatening to upheave. Uncertain of where to start, or how for that matter, he lifted his hands and started kneading the flesh of Anna’s foot. The skin was coarse and slick from her time spent practising and wearing those godforsaken cleats. He pressed his hands into her sole with more force in an attempt to provide some sort of pleasure to his captor. He spent time working in one place to try to make sure he was providing ample relief before moving onto the next spot.

Just looking at the one foot was daunting and he was sure that this would take him all night. This thought spawned a new fear in him. If he were to take too long, then what new kind of peril would he find himself in? Anna was clearly of a mind to enjoy herself and his situation as much as possible, and given her attitude towards him she didn’t exactly seem to be in a patient mood. He found himself rubbing with more fervor as his mind continued to wander to just what Anna was planning and what she would do if he were to fail this task or any others.

Anna leaned her head back and savored the feeling of Chad’s puny hands rubbing her sweaty soles. In truth, it was more the feeling of power and control that she was enjoying rather than his attempts at mini-massage. She could barely feel his movements, but she could tell that she had managed to begin breaking him. She wanted to draw this out, teach him just where he belonged, and show him what he was actually worth. She mulled over what to do next with him. She got an idea on how to increase her current fun, further Chad’s misery, and maybe even actually get herself a little more comfortable.

Chad was moving onto another spot on Anna’s foot when he suddenly found himself under an immense amount of pressure. One second he was concentrating on pleasing Anna, and the next his body was being compressed under the weight of the very foot he was trying to rub. He squirmed against the bottom of it and managed to wheeze out, “A-Anna what...are you...doing?”

“You know for someone who managed to land my mom, you kind of suck at this sort of thing,” she chided, “You’re too slow and your hands are just too weak to be worth a damn, but then again I guess I shouldn’t have expected anything more from someone as pathetic as you. Don’t worry, though, I got a great idea that will make you much more effective. Come here, you little worm.”

The weight of Anna’s foot was lifted from him, and he found once more in the grasp of her hand. He didn’t know what she meant, but he had a feeling that he was about to find out. Sure enough, and much to his chagrin, his world shifted as Anna rolled him around in her hand right before he found the front half of his body pressed against the sole of her rancid foot. Mouth opened out of surprise and shock, he promptly shut it as he caught a mouthful of the sweaty flesh. His world became encompassed by those sickening sensations as Anna proceeded to drag his body up and down along the bottom of her foot. Never in his life had he wondered what a pumice stone felt like, and yet now against his will he had found out.

Anna delighted in the feeling of Chad’s body along her soles, his struggles and squirms felt almost like a light massage. Her powertrip had been furthered and as an added bonus, she was actually getting the foot rub that she so desperately needed. “You make a better foot toy than a man, that’s for sure,” she mocked, “I think we might have found you a new place in life. I expect a thank you once we finish up here; afterall, I’m kind enough to help you find a purpose in your tiny and worthless life.”

Just when Chad thought this couldn’t get any more humiliating, Anna just had to taunt him. His hell continued for an unknown amount of time as his own stepdaughter continued to rub him against her porous feet. He prayed that it would be over soon, but judging by the luck he’d been having recently, that didn’t seem likely. Her movements were callus and it was clear that she had little regard to him or his well being. He wanted to scream, but doing that would mean risking getting another mouthful of her foot sweat. This was easily the most degrading night of his entire life.

He got a slight reprieve when Anna finished with her first foot and moved on to the next. While it was only seconds, he was grateful for the rush of air that blew past his face during the transition. It was, however, short lived as he was brought face to face with another reeking surface. Anna didn’t waste any time as she began her vigorous process once more. Each stroke earned him another second of agony; the friction from her rubdown was quickly and literally wearing on him. The worst part was that no matter how hard he tried, he simply could not find any way to block out what he was going through.

Eventually, his torment came to an end after some painful and careful attention that Anna paid to her heel. He was coated in a layer of grime and filth the likes of which he had never fathomed. He panted as he was pulled away from her rank feet and waited for whatever torture she had planned next. He was left to stare at the two objects that had thoroughly dominated and disgusted him. After he had caught his breath, he couldn’t help but notice that Anna wasn’t pulling him away. His nerves began to rattle as the seconds ticked by.

“Not bad, Chad,” Anna said and laughed at her intentional rhyme, “Since you did such a good job, why don’t we see how well you do cleaning between my toes? Awe, I’ll take those little wiggles and screams as excitement. Oh, and before I forget, I want you to plant a few kisses between those toes while you’re down there. You know, as a way of thanking me for the privilege of being near me and the whole purpose thing.”

He stood corrected, this was by far the most degrading and humiliating moment of his life. He cried out in hopes of earning some semblance of mercy from Anna. Her words squashed whatever hope he had left even as he was lowered face first into the space between her toes. She had expertly coiled her fingrs around his body so that he was unable to turn himself away from the funk that inhabited the aforementioned space. She sealed his fate and with a final scream he was threaded into his next circle of hell.

Back and forth, she ran his battered body in and out of the gap between her toes. He regretted his scream as he caught a mouthful of gunk and immediately began gagging. He had thought the taste of her wretched footsweat was bad, but this was something else entirely! Instinctually, he attempted to pull his head away in hopes of preventing another incident of swallowing something else ungodly. His attempt was thwarted when he felt Anna apply pressure to the back of his head which kept him locked in place. The sound of her cruel and mocking laughter as she pressed him dim deeper into her flesh combined with the odorous sensations were almost enough to bring tears to his eyes.

“I~ don’t~ feel~ kissing~,” Anna mocked, “Maybe you want me to eat you, sick little perv like you probably would. You better get started unless that is what you want, in which case I’ll be happy to oblige.”

Her mockery was vicious, but her threat was truly terrifying. Unable to see another option and petrified at the prospect of being devoured, he swallowed the last of his pride and did as he was told. While Anna continued to use him as floss for her toes, he shut his eyes and puckered his lips to plant kiss after kiss along the repulsive flesh he was forced to endure. Cruel and sadistic laughter reached his ears as he was threaded through again and again. Finally, he found himself freed from the first of his eight rancid and tortuous prisons. There was no relief this time, no short intermission between the torment, Anna had him once again wedged between her other appendages.

Anna couldn’t believe the amount of fun she was having. Feeling Chad’s minuscule lips gently tickle between her toes was incredible! She had his will nearly broken just from a few threatening words to do it! God, this was such an amazing feeling! She was literally using her stepdad to floss her toes and there was nothing that he could do about it. Sure he could struggle against her grip, but that did little good and really only served to increase the joy she was feeling. This was what all men deserved, to be reduced to little more than an object for her amusement. The thought sent a wave of lust rocketing through her as she continued Chad’s abuse.

She felt a slight bit of additional dampness between her toes, curious considering how small Chad’s lips were. She ignored it and continued utilizing her newfound power to toy with Chad. One after another she threaded him through each of her toes, but there was a moisture that continued to build up that she couldn’t quite explain. Her attempts to ignore it were growing more difficult the longer it went on, and it was starting to, literally, dampen her mood. She was almost done with her toes when she realized what it was. Chad was crying.

She was surprised when she felt a tinge of guilt at her realization. This was what she had wanted, what he deserved, so why then were the tears of such a miserable insect affecting her? Maybe it was the thought of her mother holding onto him, before the virus, or maybe it was the image of Victoria and Bram laughing with them. Whatever the case, something about this was starting to feel a bit wrong. The feeling of guilt gave birth to a heightened level of frustration, both at herself and at Chad. Who was he to ruin her fun and why the hell did it matter to her?! She needed to do something about this and fast, but she wasn’t quite sure what.

Chad had broken down midway through his gruelling torment. He had been on his fourth round through Anna’s wretched toes when the tears finally broke free. Once they began, he gave up trying to hold them back. Thoughts of what would come next, what Anna might do if he disappointed or protested, and the terror of not knowing if he would survive to see his family had finally gotten to him along with Anna’s continued berating and demeaning words and actions. His struggles had ceased and in their stead were replaced with sobs that caused his body to convulse. Even through his wracking sobs, Anna showed him no mercy and continued using him as little more than an object. Was that all he was to her?

Once the final toe was finished, he was lifted from the feet of his stepdaughter and felt the familiar nausea from her brash movement. He wasn’t able to get a look at her face to try to see what kind of malicious thoughts might be racing through her mind. Instead, he was brought to the bed, while still clenched in her hand, and felt a brief increase in pressure. It was gone as quick as it came, and he guessed that from the thundering steps she was moving somewhere, but where he couldn’t tell. His world was once more filled with darkness as she deftly maneuvered him back into her palm. He expected another painful squeeze, but it never came. He wondered what she was doing as he tried to find a place to settle down in her fist.

Anna felt a wave of conflict stirring within her, even as she got up from the bed and headed to her bathroom. Her arousal had started to fade and in its place was confusion that gave way to hints of anger and frustration. She debated on her next move as she walked. She had planned to continue to toy with Chad for the better part of the night; she considered seeing how well he could handle being sat on or even using him to relieve some of the sexual frustration that she had built up. Now, though, she wasn’t so sure. He was a man, a man who would undoubtedly hurt her mother and his own children eventually, so why then did she feel the way that she did? Afterall, that was all that any man, regardless of age, did. It was only a matter of time before his true colors showed, right?

Chad’s eyes were blinded by a sudden flash of light when Anna opened her palm. He looked around to try to gauge where they were. They had moved from her room, that much he knew for sure. A quick cursory glance around the room revealed that she had taken him to her bathroom. He was confused for a moment before he felt his fears begin to return. He had no idea what she was planning, and quite frankly that scared him more than anything at the moment. There were a number of horrid things that she could do to him in this small room, well small to her anyways.

“Anna, please!” he pleaded, out of desperation, “Whatever you’re planning, please I’ll do better on your feet next time!”

She glared down at him as she listened to him frantically wail. It should have brought her pleasure, but instead all it did was strengthen that little flicker of guilt. She wasn’t sure what he thought she was going to do and she didn’t really care. She rolled her eyes as she spoke, “Shut up, you annoying little bug. I’m cleaning you off, now hold still.”

In his panicked state, he hadn’t realized that the water had been running. He stared up at her agitated face before looking behind him to the stream cascading out of the faucet. He hadn’t been expecting that, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t happy to hear it. His body was coated from head to toe in sweat, gunk, and worst of all dead skin. It was a revolting thought and one that he tried to separate himself from. The fact that Anna was willing to clean him off, while surprising, was something that he was grateful for.

“Are you deaf?” she asked, “I said hold still, I don’t want to drop you and lose you. How am I supposed to play with you if you get washed down the drain?”

And with that sentiment, he was brought back to the harsh reality that he was little more than a toy for her amusement. At least she was willing to try to take care of him, relatively speaking that is. He nodded and sat himself down on her palm, “Yes, Anna,” he replied.

He suddenly found himself under an ice cold stream of water. Anna clearly didn’t care enough to check the temperature before submerging him. That fact was overshadowed by her sudden and rough handling of his body as she quickly moved into scrubbing him. Her hands rolled him around and he found it difficult to do as he was told given the slickness of them. More than once he found himself fighting to stay right-side up. Her scrubbing, while far from gentle, still seemed to have an odd effect on him. Anna seemed to be taking her time and paying careful attention to his genitals. She had switched from a rather aggressive approach to a slightly more sensual one involving her fingertips. He wanted to protest and ask her to stop, but the image of his body being masticated by her pearly whites put an abrupt end to that plan. He was forced to yet again endure while she had her fun, but this time he found himself growing slightly erect in spite of the bone chilling water.

"I knew you were a fucking pervert," she said with a smirk, "All boys are the same, doesn't matter what you do so long as you play with their cock. You're pathetic."

Chad felt shame slam into him and he hung his head. He tried to move away from her prodding digits, but it was pointless. All he could do was wait for it to end, he just hoped that she stopped before anything major happened. His silent prayer was answered for the first time that night when she pulled away and removed him from the water. He breathed a sigh of relief that quickly bubbled over into a scream at what happened next. He was slowly lifted closer to Anna's face, and to his horror, her open maw.

He panicked and tried to reason with her, "Anna, Anna, don't!"

That was all he was able to get out before she popped him into her mouth. Whatever terror he had felt previously paled in comparison to what he experienced now. Being inside of a mouth was something straight out of a bad horror movie, being inside the mouth of one’s stepdaughter was something out of a nightmare. Knowing how little regard she had for him only added to his anxiety. He found himself amongst Anna’s saliva and fighting to keep his footing on her tongue. The strange, warm, and bumpy material beneath his feet was equal parts repulsive and terrifying. He didn’t dare look behind him for fear of looking into the abyss that was so close.

He failed to take into consideration the fact that Anna still had the ability to move her tongue, or the fact that she clearly didn’t care about him. Without a warning, her tongue bounced him up and his back collided with the roof of her mouth. He clung to it for a second before falling back onto her tongue. He scrambled to get to his feet and avoid slipping down into the chasm that was her esophagus. In a desperate attempt to save himself from falling into the pit of hell he reached out and took hold of one of her teeth. He held on for only a moment before he managed to get himself settled, as best he could. He quickly released her teeth as the image of those teeth snapping his arm off crossed his mind. He cried out in terror in a desperate attempt to bring an end to this nightmare.

Anna had decided to take out her frustrations about her conflicting well of emotions in a creative way. She had originally meant her threat to Chad as a means of getting him to be compliant, but it felt like a good way to remind him of his place. Feeling him dance around her mouth on her tongue was something new and she wasn't quite sure how to feel about it. The taste of him was odd, but the feeling of power was intoxicating. She had complete control over whether he lived or died, and all she had to do was swallow. Her problems would be over. She wouldn't have to worry about her mother getting hurt again, and surely Bram and Victoria would be fine in time. There was still a nagging fear in the back of her mind, though. If she did this, she ran this risk of being the one to hurt her mother.

She felt a tug on one of her teeth followed by an extremely high pitched wail from inside of her mouth. She frowned as she realized that this was too much, even for her. Chad was still a person, he may have been a jackass, but he was a person nonetheless. With a final roll of her eyes, she brought her hand back to her mouth and spit him out. He landed, coated in her saliva, ungracefully back in her palm. He looked more repulsive than she would have ever thought possible. He continued to panic even outside of her mouth, and she watched him struggle and slip around for a moment. He was scared, he looked like an idiot, but she knew that it was because he was bordering on petrified.

Chad wasn't sure what was going on anymore. This night had been one hellacious ride after the next. He knew he was no longer trapped in Anna's mouth, but that did little to quell his fears. Her voice caused him to freeze, "Stop crying, you little shit, I'm not gonna eat you. I could, but I'm not going to. Not right now, anyways. I just wanted to show you how easy it would be. Now hold still again so I can get you cleaned up."

Chad did as he was told, outside of trembling, something that was not lost on Anna. He did notice that this time she seemed to be actually checking the water temperature. He sat in her free hand, naked, silent, afraid, and with a healthy covering of her spit watching as she used her free hand to monitor the stream. He wondered what sort of torture she was going to put him through next. He was on high alert, even as she gently moved him under the stream. She rinsed him off and scrubbed him once more, this time taking a slightly more gentle approach to it. In the back of his mind, his most recent trauma replayed over and over.

Anna felt that her little toy had earned himself a small break for the night. She had only put him through a couple of the things she had been dreaming of, but even that was almost enough to break his spirit. Part of her liked him better this way, quiet and compliant versus his usual fake and boisterous. Still, on some level she felt bad and that maybe she had pushed him too far. She still had a few hours before her mom woke up, but she would go ahead and let him rest for the night. She would have other opportunities to mess with him and plenty of time to contemplate some new ideas until then. She wondered if there was a way to maybe involve her mom or Victoria in this. Maybe if she could find a way to slip in somewhere without them knowing, maybe then they would discover just how good it felt to have him beneath them.

She finished washing him and shut the water off. She grabbed a rag and towelled him off with it. Once that was done she tried to mimic her mom’s or Victoria’s movements while she walked back to her room. She brought him up to her face when she reached her dresser, “Alright, pipsqueak, we’re done for the night,” she said while she fetched his makeshift bed, “Remember what I said, you breathe a word of this to anyone and I’ll really give you something to scream about. You’ll get a firsthand look at the back of my throat, am I clear?”

Chad swallowed nervously, “Y-yes, Anna, I won’t say anything to your mom, Victoria, or anyone. I promise.”

“Good boy, guess you do have some sense after all,” she said, “Get in your box and let’s get you back to mom.”

He wasn’t sure how he felt about being addressed like a pet, but the fact that she was letting him off for the night was good enough for him. He didn’t question her and without a second thought, he climbed into his bed. He had never been so thankful to be inside of a match box. He settled in as the lid shut and his world moved one final time. He ignored the tremors, which came to an end rather quickly. He felt a final movement as his bed was sat down on Pam’s dresser. He curled up into his bed and inhaled the scent of his wife. The day’s events had exhausted him and the night even more so. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep.

Chapter 6

Chad tossed restlessly in his bed. The memory of his time with Anna replayed over and over in his mind with more warped and twisted endings. He fought against the idea of being crushed between his stepdaughter’s teeth or having his limbs ripped away one at a time. He shot up with a muted scream as the image of his body getting obliterated by Anna’s pearly whites and staining them red with his blood. He panted and rubbed his eyes as he tried to calm himself down.

In one night his whole perspective had changed. He was already aware of some of the dangers that surrounded him at this size, but last night had made things perfectly clear for him. He may have been the head of the household only a short while ago, but now he was little more than an insect among Gods. Anna had made that abundantly clear to him, and the more he thought about it the more he realized that even Pam and Victoria posed just as big a threat. Even if they held the best intentions at heart, all it would take would be one wrong move for them to snuff out his life.

Light flooded his vision and obscured everything for a second. His fears got the better of him and he tensed up in preparation for another round with Anna. Out of instinct, he found himself scooting back towards the edge of his bed in a vain attempt to avoid whatever ghastly fate whoever was out there had in store for him. His body shook with fearful anticipation while he waited for the hand of whoever was lurking outside his safe-zone.

“Chad, honey, are you alright?” Pam’s voice called out to him.

The concern in her voice eased his mind and he slowly started to relax. He took a deep breath and composed himself as best he could. A moment later, he inched his way forward and out of his bed. He offered a weak and forced smile, “Y-yeah, sorry just...had a hard time sleeping is all.”

Despite knowing that she meant well, the frown on her face still sent a tinge of fear trickling down his spine along with a pang of guilt from lying to his wife. He wanted, more than anything, to tell her the truth about what had happened, but he knew that doing so ran the risk of a slow and painful death. Anna may have let him survive the night, but he highly doubted that she would have mercy if he ratted her out.

He climbed out of his makeshift bed and did his best to stretch out the exhaustion from last night’s events. He winced when he felt a sharp pain around his ribs. He had nearly forgotten the bruising that he had received from Anna’s painfully tight grip. Pam reached out to him, as she had done since this whole endeavor started, and he flinched without thinking. He stepped back instinctively and out of reflex he tried to brace himself for a bone crushing ride. The painful sensation never came, though, and he cracked an eye open to see Pam’s hand sitting there waiting. His eyes followed her arm up to her face to see a worried expression resting there.

“Chad, what’s the matter?” she asked.

He forced himself to relax and walked over to her palm and climbed aboard. He reminded himself again and again that this was his wife and that she wasn’t going to hurt him; the makeshift mantra helped to ease his continually growing fears. He waited until she started to slowly bring her hand and him closer to her chest before responding, “I had some pretty bad dreams last night, hon. All those reports on the news and what happened with Victoria yesterday really got me thinking about just how vulnerable I am like this.”

Pam brought him closer to her chest and gently brought her other hand behind him. She cupped it behind his body and tried her best to give him a light hug. She hated how hard it was to comfort him like this. He was still tense and she could feel it, so she used the tips of her fingers to rub his back. It took a few seconds, but she could feel him starting to relax and leaning into her touch. It wasn’t much, but at least there was still one way they could be close.

“Don’t worry, hon,” Pam said softly, “You’re safe with us, I promise to make sure nothing bad will happen to you.”

He wanted so badly to believe her, but after everything that had happened last night he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He put on his best face and tried his hardest to flash a sincere smile, “I know, don’t worry, Pam, I’ll be fine. I trust you and Victoria to take care of me.”

It wasn’t a complete lie, but it was close enough that he felt guilty. Still, it seemed to be enough to placate Pam. She gave him the warm smile that had melted his heart so many times in the past. He was still afraid, but he knew that neither Pam or Victoria would intentionally hurt him. It was his size and how easy it was to get lost that truly had him terrified. He reminded himself that he was still a husband and father first and a victim second. It was going to be difficult to push his fears aside, but for the sake of his family he would try.

Pam carried him to the bathroom and filled the sink with water for him to take a bath. While he may not have needed one, he would graciously accept it and use it as a chance to forget about the concerns and the previous night’s events. Pam was always mindful of the water temperature for him and once she was done she lowered her hand close enough for him to submerge himself. He let out a sigh as the water soothed his nerves and did wonders to release some of the stress that had been building up within him.

He replayed some of the events once again in his head, and he found himself wondering just why Anna had chosen to spare him. He was sure that the reason he had been kept alive was because he was more useful to her alive rather than dead. She had made that much abundantly clear, but she had brought him back to his room with quite a few hours to spare. What was perhaps more surprising was the look that was on her face. It wasn’t anything like the concerned one Pam had, but there was something beyond contempt in her eyes. She made it clear that she held his life in her hands and how little he actually meant to her, but despite everything that she had done she spared him. He wasn’t sure if it had been an act of mercy or part of some twisted game.

He looked around the pool sized sink and thought about just how much everything had changed. He had been living his life like he simply had a minor disorder, but the fact of the matter was that everything was now a danger. Friends, family, hell a wrong step could spell death and disaster for him! What was perhaps worst of all was the fact that his experience last night had him on edge around Pam. He shouldn’t have been afraid of his wife, all she had ever done was lift him up after all. Now she was a literal titan who could destroy his entire world on whim, whether it be intentional or accidental.

Pam sat herself down on the toilet next to the sink to wait for Chad. Something was wrong with him, and she had serious doubts that it was just a nightmare. She wondered if going to work with Victoria had been too much for him, but from what Victoria had said it had been as close to a good day as possible. She wanted to know what was going on in his head, but prying was likely to make him withdraw further into himself. As much as she hated it, all she could do was be there for him and try to ensure that he was safe and secure.

Chad could feel the water starting to cool and knew that it was time to get out and face the day. He wasn’t looking forward to seeing Anna after last night; he would have to try to keep up the appearance of normalcy in spite of his looming fears. He swam to the edge of his personal pool and called out, “Pam, hon, I’m ready when you are!”

Pam heard the faint sound of Chad’s voice crying out for her. She rose from her sitting position and walked over to the sink. She gave him a small smile that she hoped he believed, and he returned it all the same as she dipped her hand into the water to retrieve him. What she didn't know was that Chad's smile was just as much an act as her own; both of them were worried, albeit for different reasons, but neither was willing to share for the time being. She lifted him out of the dunk and helped to dry him off before draining the water. She hoped that some food might help him, maybe that was all he needed. She could only hope that it would be enough to get him to relax.

She grabbed a hand towel and gently dabbed him dry. She was as careful and gentle with him as she could be, but she could feel him tense at her touch. Once she was finished she set the towel down and asked, “Are you hungry, hon?”

He looked up at her and nodded, “Y-yeah, actually that sounds nice.”

Pam gave him a warm smile that helped to put him at ease, “Let’s go then, I’ll start cooking after we get you settled.”

Chad had been brought to the table beside Pam’s plate. He sat there waiting for Pam to finish bringing out breakfast. He tried to keep his eyes focused on the plate or kept them shut while he waited. Anna had decided to join everyone for breakfast this morning, and he simply couldn’t bring himself to look at her. Undercurrents of confusion mingled with the outright fear he had just from being near her, and it was amplified whenever he felt her eyes land and linger on his miniscule frame. The tension was alleviated, if only for a few moments, when Victoria entered the room.

He heard her coming and forced himself to smile and look up at her. She gave him a wave and he instinctively flinched as she spoke, “Morning, dad.”

It was a subtle tick, but one that both girls noticed from Chad. They had wildly different reactions to his action. Victoria frowned and a look of confused concern came across her eyes, whereas Anna didn’t even bother to hide the pleased smirk and satisfied look in her eyes. Anna’s smirk grew into a full blown grin as Chad stuttered out, “M-morning, sweetheart.”

“Are you alright, dad?” Victoria asked.

“Y-yeah, just a little more tired than usual is all,” he answered.

Victoria studied him for a moment, and even though he knew it was just concern he still felt himself starting to sweat. He tried to relax and was relieved when his daughter decided to drop the matter, “Alright, if you say so. I’m going to see if Bram is up yet, maybe take him a plate.”

“S-sounds good, sweetheart,” Chad replied and mentally cursed himself for the fear that ebbed its way into his voice.

Just like that, he once again found himself alone with Anna. He knew that it wasn’t enough time for her to do anything to him, but he couldn’t deny that he was still anxious around her. A low, familiar, and malicious chuckle brought his attention over to Anna, “Rough night, bug boy?” she asked, already knowing the answer, “Were you up thinking about my feet, or were you wondering what the inside of my stomach looks liked?”

He couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran down his spine at the reminder of last night’s events. He tried to put on a brave front as he spoke, “Stop it, Anna, I’m in no mood for this today.”

Her grin never wavered as she leaned in, “Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it, little man?”

She was calling his bluff. She knew full well that there was nothing he could do to stop her from doing whatever she pleased, they both did. He swallowed the bundle of nerves in his throat and tried to reply, “I-I’ll-”

He literally jumped back when Anna made a sudden move with her hand. His eyes slammed shut and he braced himself for that crushing feeling that came from Anna’s grip, but it never came. He cracked an eye open when he heard a light clatter and another chuckle from his stepdaughter, “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” she said, “Don’t forget your place, tiny.”

He watched her face shift from cold, satisfied, sadism to innocence as Pam entered the room, “Hope you two are hungry,” she said cheerily as she sat down a bowl of eggs and a plate of bacon before looking from Anna to Chad, “What were you two talking about?”

Anna spoke up before Chad could answer, “We were just talking about how nice it would be for us to spend some quality time together. I’ve been thinking about it, and I realized that I haven’t given Chad a fair enough chance. I figured that I might watch him while you and Victoria go to work, and Chad here was just saying how much he’d like that, weren’t you, dad?”

Pam’s face shifted between a look of confusion and excitement at the prospect of her husband and daughter getting along and spending time together. She looked down at Chad to see if this was true or not, she needed to hear it from his mouth to be sure. He looked up at her and despite the smile on his face she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss even as he answered, “T-that’s right, there’s nothing I’d like more than to spend some time getting to know my stepdaughter.”

“I can’t tell you how happy I am that you two are finally starting to get along,” Pam said as she started assembling a small portion on her plate for Chad, “But I wish that you two had said something sooner. I called Rose last night to see if she would be willing to come by and keep an eye on you two while Victoria and I head to work.”

Chad breathed a sigh of relief as subtle as he could. He’d been saved from a day of torment with Anna, but how long would his luck last? He could take solace in this one saving grace at least, and he didn’t hide his excitement as he remarked, “It’ll be nice to see mom for a change, I’m sure she’s been a nervous wreck. You’re always glad to see her too, right Anna?”

Chad caught the brief glare she shot him before it faded back into that faux innocence, “Of course I am, I love Rose.”

“I’m sure the three of you will have a great time,” Pam said as she took a seat and finished fixing her own plate, “Anna, I appreciate that you’re wanting to spend some time with Chad, but please try to look after him. I know Rose is sharp for her age, but the last thing we need is for her to misplace him and for him to get hurt.”

Anna smiled in response as she began to hatch a plan on a new way to have some vicarious fun with Chad, “Don’t worry, mom, I won’t let anything happen to him. You’re in good hands, right Chad?”

There was something about the look in Anna’s eyes and the tone of her voice that had him slightly on edge, but he knew that he had to play along with Anna if he was to survive, “Yup, that’s right.”

“Now, where is Bram?” Pam asked no one in particular.

Bram narrowed his eyes as he surveyed his surroundings. He hadn’t been feeling well yesterday and had spent the majority of his day in his room so as not to worry his family. He hadn’t considered the possibility of him catching his father’s disease, and now he was sorely regretting not alerting someone to his sickly state. He felt amazing now that he was awake, but that was only if he ignored his newfound height. He had managed to shrink in the middle of the night, and he had spent the past few hours fighting his way out of the maze of his down comforter.

After nearly exhausting himself he was bathing in the sunlight that sliced through his blinds. His bed was an incredibly massive and seemingly impossible obstacle, but against all odds he had managed to overcome it. He now stood at the edge of his bed and was contemplating just how to get down. A quick cursory glance over the ledge was enough to make his head spin with surprise vertigo. Amazing how what was once barely a step was now certain death. He considered his headboard as a means of escape; there were inlays and designs that could serve as a way down, but there was always the risk of losing his balance and taking a nasty spill. There had to be some way of dismounting that didn't involve being injured or worse.

The answer to his silent prayers came as the door to his room opened and a titaness strode through the doorway. He couldn’t stop himself from staring as the figure of his sister Victoria moved across the insurmountable space that was his room with ease. She was still in her pajamas, but as embarrassing as it was he couldn’t stop himself from appreciating how well her outfit accentuated her curves. A pair of tight maroon pajama bottoms and a blue spaghetti strap top clung to her body in a way that reminded him all too well how naked he was. Some part of him was glad that he was easy to miss, especially when it became glaringly apparent that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Victoria had started to get worried about her brother as the time ticked by. While it was fairly common for him to hole up in his room for hours on end while he played a game, it was quite strange for him to not make any appearance. She decided to take it upon herself to check on him and see if he was alright and possibly hungry. “Bram, you alright in here?” she called out as she entered her little brother’s room.

The voice of thunder boomed out across his room and his hands shot to his ears. If this was what his father had to deal with then he wondered how he hadn’t gone deaf yet. He flailed his arms and bounced around in an attempt to get his sister to notice him, “Victoria, I’m down here!”

She continued to walk towards his bed, but from the look on her face she hadn’t heard him. It became obvious when she suddenly turned around and simply let her weight fall backwards onto his bed. Bram let out an explicative as his body was caught in a tidal wave of momentum and sent careening through the air. He briefly wondered if this was what it felt like to be a bullet as he soared through the air. His trajectory took a sudden downward turn and he found himself rocketing towards his sister. He braced himself for impact and tucked himself into a ball as he crashed into the dip in her clavicle.

Victoria sat down and sighed as she wondered where Bram had gone off to and what she was going to tell Pam and their dad. She felt something thump against her collarbone and her hand shot to clamp down on the afflicted area, “What the hell?” she asked aloud.

Bram didn’t have a second to savor his victory before he felt an incredible amount of pressure on his entire form before everything went dark. Beyond the sudden pain, there was a strangely familiar feeling of warmth that radiated from whatever was surrounding him. Once again, his world shifted in a matter of seconds as he found himself being dragged along the flesh of his sister. Everything had happened so fast, and he was more than a bit disoriented by the whole ordeal. He was falling again before he knew what had happened, and he cried out as he fell towards Victoria’s pant leg.

Victoria looked around as she heard a high pitched squeak from close by, but as she looked around she saw nothing. She looked at her hand, expecting to see the remnants of a bug, but instead found only the clean skin of her fingers and palm. That was odd. She was sure that she had felt something on her, and more sure that whatever it was she had managed to hit. Still, there was no denying that there was nothing there.

Bram’s world finally settled as his body came to rest among the threads of Victoria’s pants. He shook off the daze and tried to push himself up to try and figure out a plan. He was in a decent enough position to get himself noticed, provided that he had the time to act. He wasn’t sure if his luck would permit that, however, and he was proven right when Victoria started to stand without warning. His only warning came in the form of a sigh just before everything shifted once again. He needed to think of something fast or else he was going to be taking the fast way down.

Without a second thought, he latched on to the stray threads of Victoria’s pajama pants. He hoped against hope that the fabric would be enough to support his weight and that he would be strong enough to hold on. As Victoria stood and stretched he struggled as his strength was put to the test. He let out a shaky breath and was startled as his sister started to walk out of his room. It was easily one of the most terrifying experiences of his life as he was thrown back and forth with each of Victoria’s confident strides. After the second step, he heard a terrible noise as one of the strands of fabric began to separate from the pants.

“Oh, give me a break!” he cried out as he returned to freefall.

He tried as hard and fast as he could to find something, anything to latch onto, but it looked like his luck had run out. As the ground below approached at a rapid rate, he prepared himself for the end. He closed his eyes and felt a bit of force strike his back followed by another bout of wind rushing by his face. He opened his eyes just in time to see a mountain of his own clothes coming into view. He collided with some of his old discarded shirts and safely rolled down the soft material and to the floor. Never in his life had he been happy to have forgotten to toss his clothes in the hamper. Pam would have probably had some choice words for him, but for once he could honestly say he didn’t care. It was definitely the first and probably only time that his life had been saved thanks to his own negligence.

He managed to get himself turned around in time to watch as Victoria finished her egress and closed the door to his room. He was now alone, but at least he wasn’t stranded on his bed anymore. This did, however, put him in an entirely new predicament. While he was freed from the proverbial cage of his bed, he was left with the seemingly insurmountable task of crossing his own room. He couldn’t be sure but looking out he guessed it would be miles before he managed to reach his door. He was certain that he would be able to fit underneath the door but reaching it would be another story. It would either take a feat of incredible strength and fortitude, or a miracle of some kind for him to reach the exit. He sighed and nodded to himself as he started to climb down and began his journey.

Victoria walked back into the dining room and answered Pam's question, "He's not here."

Chad furrowed his brow and was about to ask what she meant, but Anna beat him to it, "What do you mean he's not here? Where else would he be?"

There was a hint of genuine concern in Anna's voice that caused Chad to look over to her. He knew that she and Bram were close, but after last night it had slipped his mind. He hadn't expected her to show any sort of emotion regarding Bram. Victoria shook her head and shrugged, "I mean what I say, he's not here. I don't know if he went to a friend's house and forgot to tell us or what, but he's not in his room."

"That's not like him," Chad said, "He's usually pretty quick to let us know if he's going out. Have you tried calling him?"

"Not yet," Victoria answered, "If he went out for a D&D night then he was probably up late. I'm guessing he won't be up for another couple of hours at least. I'll phone him after I get to Cups and get everything up and running."

"I hope he's alright," Pam said, “With everything going on in the world right now, I don’t think it’s a good idea for him to be out with his friends.”

“All of this is still so new, though,” Victoria said as she sat down and started fixing her plate, “Honestly, even with what happened to dad I still find it all so surreal. There’s no way that we’re the only people having a hard time accepting that this is the new reality.”

“I suppose that’s true,” Pam replied, “But still, I wish he would have at least let one of us know he was going somewhere. I’m going to be worrying about him all day until one of us hears something.”

“As soon as I hear something I’ll let you know, Pam,” Victoria said, “I’m sure he’s fine.”

“Yeah, and if he comes home before then I’ll call you, mom,” Anna added.

“Thanks girls, you’re good kids,” Pam said, “Now, why don’t we try to have a nice breakfast together.”

That was the last they spoke of Bram for the morning. The conversation turned to plans for the day. Pam’s plan for Lift, Victoria’s questions for Chad about Cups, and Anna’s plans for the weekend. Chad kept quiet while the women talked and only spoke up when he was addressed. Victoria double checked on a few paperwork questions and the newest recipes that Chad had come up with, while Pam tried, to no avail, to subtly get to the bottom of what was bothering her husband. Anna, on the other hand, continued to pour on her false pleasantries and promises of a change of heart regarding Chad. There were quite a few double entendres that Anna made that no one except Chad managed to pick up on.

Eventually, their meal came to a close. Pam and Victoria got up to clear the table before getting dressed. Chad once again found himself alone with Anna and under those hungry eyes. She slowly lowered her open hand down next to him and leaned in, “Get on, pipsqueak, you’ve been good so far, but I think we need to step up our appearances. Hurry up before you piss me off and I have to punish you.”

Chad knew there wasn’t another option and did as he was told. He climbed onto Anna’s palm with no small degree of trepidation and waited for the nauseating and disorienting sensation from the night before. To his surprise, he was gingerly lifted into the air and brought closer to her bosom. His mouth opened before he could think about what he was saying and he instantly regretted it, “So you can be gentle when you want to be!”

He slapped a hand over his mouth even before he felt the glare on him. She checked to make sure that Victoria and Pam were still out of the room before using her other hand to apply a bit of pressure to her stepfather, “Watch it, little man, keep that attitude up and I’ll make sure you get an afternoon of getting acquainted with Rose’s feet or maybe you want to see how close we can get you to her more...intimate areas.”

Chad could feel the color drain from his face at Anna’s threat, “Y-you wouldn’t.”

“You really want to call my bluff, bug boy?” she asked, “Get smart with me again and the next time I have practice, you’ll tag along in my ass.”

Pam poked her head back in before Chad could fathom a reply and Anna’s face instantly switched back to that innocent look. He felt the pressure on his body lighten considerably right before Pam’s voice sounded, “Just wanted to let you two know that Rose should be here soon. Victoria and I will be leaving shortly.”

“Alright, mom, Chad and I are just going to hang out together and do some bonding until then,” Anna said and brought him closer to her chest in a mock hug.

“I’m so glad to see that the two of you are starting to get along,” Pam said with a smile, “I wish it had happened before this outbreak, but beggars can’t be choosers.”

Anna shrugged and smiled, “Sometimes it just takes a little crisis to bring people together.”

Pam smiled and walked over to the duo. She bent down and gave Chad that smile that he’d fallen in love with so long ago, “I love you, hon, and I promise that we’ll get through this as a family.”

Those sweet words and that warm smile erased Chad’s looming terror for the briefest of seconds and for the first time that morning he actually felt relaxed, “I love you too, and I know that we will. I’ve got the world’s most amazing woman and her daughter looking after me until then.”

Pam laughed and stood up straight, “Take care of him for me until Rose gets here, Anna,” she said, “I don’t know what I would do if something happened to him.”

“Oh don’t worry, mom, I’m not going to let him out of my sight,” Anna said with a glint in her eye, “If it’s alright with you, I think we’re going to head up to my room for a bit. Chad mentioned he wanted to see some of my trophies.”

Pam suddenly had a slightly concerned look on her face, but after giving Chad a look and receiving a nod she said, “Alright, but please be careful with him.”

Chad wasn’t fond of the idea of heading back into that nightmare room, but he couldn’t bear to see Pam worried so he lied to try to ease her mind, “Don’t worry, hon, we might have had our differences, but Anna’s a good kid and the last thing she would do is hurt me, right Anna?”

Anna was genuinely surprised by Chad’s defense of her, but she did her best to act natural, “Yeah, right, I’ll take good care of him.”

“Alright, love you both,” Pam said.

“Love you too, hon, have a good day,” Chad said.

“Love you, mom, we’ll see you when you get off,” Anna said before slowly walking towards her room. Once she was sure that they were out of ear shot she whispered down to Chad, “I’ve got some questions for you, runt, you’re going to answer them or you’re going to have a very long day.”

Chad sighed and sat himself down in her palm, “Yes, Anna,” he said.

“Good boy,” Anna chided as they entered her room.

Chapter 7

Chad rode in Anna’s closed fist while she walked to her room. He was wrestling with fear as he sat in the darkness. The warmth of Anna’s hand and the feeling of her fingers coiled around his small frame did little to comfort him as he felt his world sway back and forth. Anna had said she wanted to talk, or rather ask him some questions, but in the back of his mind he was utterly terrified of the young woman. She hadn’t made any moves to hurt him yet, but that could change at any time. It was clear from her threat that she still held him in low regard and viewed him as little more than a toy for her own amusement.

The subtle motions of his ride came to a stop and he was assaulted by the bright light of her room as she opened her hand. His eyes adjusted quick enough and he was greeted to the sight of his stepdaughter’s messy room. He took a few deep breaths as memories of his night scrubbing her feet and almost becoming a meal came to his mind. Anna must have noticed this because she called attention to it, “Calm down, pipsqueak, as long as you don’t piss me off I’m not gonna hurt you. I’d love to have some fun with you, but I don’t think we have enough time before Rose gets here.”

He turned in her open hand and stared up at the goddess that Anna had become, “What exactly do you consider fun?” he asked.

She shrugged before flashing him a wicked grin, “Oh I’ve got plenty of ideas for us to try. You’re not a bad foot toy, but given how much you squirm I bet you’d feel great in a few other places.”

He closed his eyes and shuddered at what she was insinuating. He wanted to believe that she was bluffing, but from what he’d already been through he knew better. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so thankful that his mother was coming over. “Y-you said you had some questions for me,” he said in an attempt to steer the conversation in a less disturbing direction.

“What, you don’t want to think about my pretty pussy?” she asked with a laugh as she walked over to her bed.

That solidified his fears and gave him a rather unwelcome image in his mind, “I’m married to your mother, Anna, so no I’d rather not.”

She rolled her eyes at him as she gently sat herself down, “Please, all men are exactly the same. It was only a matter of time before you either cheated on mom or tried to make a move on me.”

He felt a surprising amount of resolve wash over him as he looked her in the eyes and replied, “I wouldn’t do that to Pam, I love her.”

“So you say,” she said, dismissively, “You expect me to believe you aren’t even a little curious to see just what my clit looks like at your size?”

He sighed as he realized that she wasn’t going to let this go, “Honestly, I’m not so sure I want to see what Pam’s looks like at this size…”

“So you’d rather see dicks?” she asked bluntly, “I think I can arrange that, there’s this loser who’s been trying to get a date with me at school. I could always slip you onto his cock and we can see what-”

“Oh my God, Anna, no!” he yelled, “That is not what I meant, and that is the last image that I wanted in my head!”

She laughed at his reaction. A part of him was relieved, it was better than her getting angry with him, “You’ve still got a little fight in you I see,” she said before bringing him closer to her face, “I’m not sure if I like that or not. I could fix that attitude of yours.”

There it was. That almost sadistic side of her that scared the living daylight out of him. He tried to ignore the creeping fear that was worming its way through his mind and down his spine. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t stop his knees from beginning to lightly shake as he spoke, “P-please don’t. All I meant was that I don’t like the idea of being near anyone outside of our family, and that I’m comfortable with the idea of you having sex.”

“You’re not my dad, Chad,” she reminded him, “I’m a grown woman and if I want to fuck some loser then I will. You can relax, though, I’m not keen on sharing my toys.”

“I’m not arguing whether you're grown or not, but I don’t want to talk about your sexlife anymore than you want to hear about mine or your mother’s,” he said before sighing and sitting down on her palm, “Is that all you see me as, nothing more than a toy or an object?”

She grimaced at his insinuation about her mom having sex with him, but before she could react beyond a simple face he’d spoken again. She could hear it in his tone of voice and see it in his body language, he was crestfallen. It shouldn’t have bothered her. She should have been elated at the prospect of having him so close to being broken. Why, then, did she feel that annoying sensation of guilt? She did what she usually did in these situations, she pushed the feelings aside and hardened her exterior, “That is all you are until you prove to me otherwise,” she replied coldly.

He nodded, coming as close as he could to accepting her disposition on the matter, “I figured as much,” he said, “Anna, I want you to know something. No matter what happens, no matter what you do to me, I'll still see you as my daughter. I love your mother and that means I love you too. Just...just please keep that in mind."

She stared down at him for a minute with calculating eyes while she digested what he'd said. Slowly, she moved her hand away from her face and towards her nightstand. When he didn't move she started to get impatient, "Get off, you little bug before I throw you off."

He scrambled to do as he was told, fearing that she would make good on her threat, "Yes Anna, sorry Anna."

"You know what annoys me most about you?" she asked once he was out of her hand, "The fact that I can't get a read on you. I mean you're a man, well like an eighth of one, so you shouldn't be any different from any of the other garbage that's the rest of your gender. But then you say shit like that or lie to my mom. Why did you do that back there anyway? Don't lie to me and tell me you aren't scared of me either."

He hadn't expected this, "Mind if I sit first?" he asked and waited until she nodded to plop himself down, "Well to be honest I didn't do it for you, and I definitely didn't do it for me. You're right, I'm terrified of being alone with you. I was afraid before last night, but after everything you did to me I'm borderline petrified. That doesn't matter though, because your mom thinks the world of you. She worries about you, has worried since your dad left you both, but to her you'll always be her little girl. The last thing I want to do is make her think less of you or mistrust you. I couldn't do that to her, she means too much to me and it would crush her."

Anna was silent for a short while after he finished. She felt a rush of conflicting emotions and ideas run through her head. On the one hand, Chad was where he belonged at her mercy and she could do whatever she wanted to him. Thoughts of having him worship her feet, using him as a helper if she showered, or putting his squirmy little body to use for her pleasure were all tantalizing ideas. She was bigger, stronger, and from what he just said smarter than him. Then there were the muted thoughts and feelings of shock and awe at what he'd said. If he was being honest then that meant that he really did love her mom and wanted to protect her. By extension that would mean that he also cared about her, which would mean that maybe he wasn't such a piece of trash. She could take care of him. He honestly wasn't that hard to keep track of for her.

The big question was whether or not she should believe him. She'd been hurt before, lied to countless times. It was the biggest reason that she was the way she was. The more she kept her walls up the safer she was. She couldn't get hurt if she didn't let people in. She stared down at him and studied him. He was starting to shake, probably scared of what she was thinking. God he was pathetic, but she just couldn't bring herself to end his wretched little life. She held out her hand and shot him an expecting look, "Get on, bug boy."

He did as he was told and climbed into her palm. It folded around him and he felt her rise from her spot on the bed, "Uhm, Anna, where are we going?"

"I need a shower," she said offhandedly, "You're going to help me with that."

"Hold on, I can't do that!" he cried.

"You can, you will, and most importantly you are because you don't have a choice," she said, "It's either this or we see how fast you can make me cum, you're choice."

He paled at both ideas. He could tell from the tone of her voice that she wasn't kidding. He suppressed a groan as he realized that one way or another he was about to get closer to his stepdaughter than he'd ever wanted. With a sigh, he chose the lesser of two evils, "Let's get this shower over with."

"How about a little enthusiasm, runt," she chided with a grin, "Do you have any idea how many guys would kill to be in your position right now?"

That may have been true but honestly, he didn't care. He hoped that she would at least make it a fast shower but, knowing his luck, that wouldn't be the case. He plastered a false smile on his face and simply said, "Yes Anna."

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Bram had finally managed to get himself untangled from the pile of dirty clothes that had piled up. He slid down a proverbial slope formed from a shirt he'd discarded the day before that rested atop a mound of other clothes. He rolled as he dismounted from the impromptu slide. He'd managed to obtain a much higher velocity than he had intended from what he had thought was a short drop, tumbling across his floor and coming to rest on his back. He laid there for a couple of minutes while he waited for the world around him to stop spinning. His situation was daunting, but damn if this wasn't slightly exhilarating! There was still the looming fear of...well pretty much everything, but there was a certain level of excitement at the same time.

His door opened and he saw a new titan enter that almost made his jaw drop. There, standing like a skyscraper, was his grandmother Rose. Despite her age, she looked incredible and at his size may as well have been some sort of Goddess. She was wearing a rather tight black tank top, a pair of matching black leggings that showed off the figure she'd been working so hard for. He felt a bit of shame as he admired her impressive features. He'd heard his grandmother described as attractive before, but up until now he had never seen it. From where he stood, even he had to admit she was breathtaking. All of her hard work was clearly paying off, and as embarrassing as it was he had to admit she was stunning.

"Where has that boy gone?" Rose asked herself, "This is so unlike him, and would it kill him to pick up after himself?"

He expected her to leave the room and leave him stranded once again, but instead she moved further in. He was reminded of the perils of being the size of an insect as he felt the vibrations from her steps. He marveled at the sheer force that each footfall generated. Her steps were even and deliberate, they weren't forceful or anything and yet each one produced a proverbial shockwave that was equal parts daunting and impressive. On her feet were a pair of old and well-worn tennis shoes that she always wore when she worked out. They didn’t match her outfit, with the faded black fabric and neon green stripes adorning the sides. The threads around the green N on the sides were frayed from continued wear and tear, something Bram never would have noticed if he weren't getting an almost eye level view. They had been a Christmas present from him and his dad a few years ago, and it was evident that Rose was getting her money's worth from them.

He realized too little too late that his grandmother was approaching his position. The powerful smell of sweat, both stale and fresh, wafted off of her and assaulted his nostrils. The pungent odor combined with the increased vibrations stirred him out of his awe and he ran. He wasn't sure how far he could make it or even where he was going, but he knew that he needed to get away. The thought of being crushed beneath those aged soles was terrifying enough but knowing that his last seconds would be spent inhaling that God forsaken stench heightened his adrenaline. He dashed to avoid the encroaching doom of his grandmother's feet. He dove out of the way just in the nick of time, but then another revelation hit him. It would be risky, but he could potentially use those rancid shoes as a means of finally escaping his room. Unfortunately, that meant getting in close to those deadly appendages.

He didn't have long to decide, and while it was against his better judgement, he chose to try. Out of the corner of his eye he spied one of her laces flailing in the wind. She'd stopped in front of his former resting place and had bent down to gather up the clothes. This was his chance. "Here goes nothing!" he cried to himself as he bolted towards her shoes.

He ignored the nearly overpowering stink as he pressed on. It may have been close, but the lace was still going to require a powerful leap. He tried not to think of what would happen if he missed. The image of his body, disfigured and dismembered, flashed through his mind before he pushed it aside. It was too late to turn back now and he couldn't afford any distractions. For the briefest of moments he felt like he was back on the field and like everything was normal again. He kicked off as hard as he could and outstretched his hands. He fought the urge to close his eyes as he flew through the air. His hands clasped around the fabric of the lace and he used all of his might to pull himself up. This left him with a dilemma he hadn't considered. He had made it, but now what was he supposed to do? He didn't have long to ponder it as Rose finished gathering his laundry and started moving again. His body was flung with every step as the laces bobbed with her steps. He managed to hold on, but he was continually slammed against the shoe.

If he didn't do something fast then he would lose his grip and possibly end up under foot. If she would stand still for just a minute then he could possibly climb up, but even then what was he supposed to do? The more he thought about it, the more he realized that his plan had more holes than merits. Even if he managed to get on top of her shoe he'd surely be flung off in an instant. Despite being in good shape, the odds of him being able to hang on were slim. With every step she took, his body and senses were battered with foul odors and painful slams. With every passing second, he felt himself becoming more and more disoriented. He felt a fear begin to claw its way into the back of his mind; if he fell, what would become of him? Would he survive or would he get crushed? How long could he keep this up?

Amidst the fears in the back of his mind, a new feeling overcame him: resolve. He had to choose right now: life or death. If he was going to die, then he would go out on his terms. He tightened his grip on the shoe string and fought against the winds that whipped him back and forth. Carefully, he reached up and coiled his fingers around the string. He summoned his strength and used his adrenaline to pull himself upwards. Slowly, he began ascending the lace towards the top of the shoe. He still didn't have a solid and certain plan, but he knew that he couldn't wait it out as he was. In spite of the danger he was in, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself, "Always did do my best work on the fly."

He grit his teeth as he hoisted himself up. Fate must have been on his side because right as he reached the top his grandmother stopped. He had only a few seconds to capitalize on her pause. Without thinking and ignoring the potent foot stink that radiated from the shoe, he latched onto the threaded laces. He held on for dear life and waited for whatever fresh hell he was about to endure. Surprisingly, the ride was easier from atop his grandmother's foot. It felt like a miracle, but he wasn't going to complain. After what he had endured, he was relieved to have a break. He could deal with the funky smell over having his body battered against the coarse tennis shoe, it was a small price to pay.

Rose had decided to push her worries for Bram aside by taking care of some laundry. It was a subconscious defense mechanism of hers to clean as a way of staving off negative thoughts. She'd replaced some of that with her exercise, but at times like this she fell back into the old habit. She'd done it since Chad had been a boy, and with everything going on the world she was fearful of what could have happened to her grandson. Laundry was a simple task, and if he were indeed just out then he would come home to a clean room and a scolding. She needed to check on Chad soon, but she figured that he was with Anna and in good hands. She adored the girl, and while she may have been a little rough around the edges, she knew she was a good kid. Even without having gotten to know her, the fact that she was Pam's daughter spoke volumes in her eyes. She would check on them once she was finished with Bram's room.

Bram's world of quakes and winds returned once he felt his grandmother move again. A quick cursory glance around told him they'd left his room and were headed towards the utility room. His mind raced in an attempt to piece together a plan. He couldn't stay here, even if he managed to hold on where was he supposed to go? He looked up to try to assess his options. His grandmother was wearing leggings which meant there was next to no chance he'd be able to climb up. He could always abandon his ride, but that meant he'd be in more danger of getting stepped on. The utility room wasn't a high traffic area, but it connected to the kitchen which was one of the busiest rooms of the household. Then there was the possibility of encountering an insect or God forbid a spider at his size. He felt his skin crawl as the image of a spider two, three, or even four times his size snaring him flashed through his brain. He had to find some way of getting himself noticed.

The rhythmic thundering of his grandmother's footsteps came to an abrupt halt as they entered the utility room. An idea hit him, but he knew he wouldn't have much time to make it work. If he could somehow manage to untie her shoe strings then maybe he could get discovered. He wasn't sure how difficult it would be since he hadn't had an opportunity to test his strength at this size though. It also meant he'd have to give up his current position and it came with the chance of falling as well. He didn’t have many options, however, and he figured that it would be better than stumbling through the open expanse that was his home. With a final deep breath, he mustered up his courage and released his death grip on her laces and headed towards the knot.

Walking along a shoe proved to be more difficult than he anticipated. The slight slope and curve of the shoe almost caused him to lose his footing a couple of times. He debated on trying to climb towards the knot, but that would have meant changing his positioning. He had no idea how long he had before his grandmother moved again, and from the looks of things he was going to have to undo a double knot. He grimaced as he tripped over one of the laces and barely managed to catch himself. He let out a shaky breath as he pushed himself up and felt a bit of relief. He was at his destination, but now he had to figure out where to begin. The strings were massive compared to him, and the knot alone was easily twice his size.

Without a second thought, he did the only thing he could think of. He drove his fist into the space between the strings. He was shocked when it miraculously managed to push through the knot. He tried to pull his hand back out and grip at one of the strings. He felt a bit of panic well up within him when he realized his fist was stuck. Time was quickly running out for him, and the sounds of the washing machine filled the background. He had to figure something out fast or else he was going to be in trouble. He tried to use his other hand to gain some kind of leverage and free himself. It looked like his fortune was running out, however, as a sudden shift from grandmother caused his other hand to get lodged between the threads. His arms were trapped, but he wasn’t ready to admit defeat just yet. He lifted his foot up and tried to kick himself off of the knot, but another shift from his grandmother found his foot tangled in the mess of strings.

His plan had devolved from trying to untie her shoe laces into figuring out how to untangle himself and survive. He shuddered to think what would happen in his current predicament when his grandmother started to move. He struggled against his binds in hopes of loosening them and possibly getting himself free. When it looked like he was going to be forced to endure whatever fate had in store for him he tried to yell up to her, “Gran! Gran, down here! Please, I need your help!”

Rose had finished putting the clothes into the wash and was about to leave when she thought she heard something. It was faint, but she could have sworn she heard someone yelling. She frowned and looked around the room. She was alone. Maybe she was hearing things, or maybe she was tired. Still, what if Chad had managed to get himself separated from Anna? She'd heard a couple of stories from both Pam and Victoria about him getting misplaced. The grisly stories on the news didn't help ease her mind, so she decided to take an extra moment to look around. She couldn't recall how big Chad was exactly, but she knew he was easy to overlook. She tried to imagine where he might have gone if he had indeed gotten himself lost and was trying to garner someone's attention. The white tiles of the utility room and kitchen might have been a good spot, but then there was the grout between them. She imagined that could prove difficult for someone who was vertically challenged as she'd heard the victims referred to.

She was about to take a step forward when she noticed something amiss with her shoestring. She canted her head to the side and bent down to investigate. There was something, or possibly someone, that looked like they were tangled in them. "What in the world?" she asked both herself and her possible stowaway.

Bram looked up to see the billboard sized face of his grandmother coming towards him. She had either heard him or his struggles had managed to loosen the knot. Either way, this was his chance to finally be found, "Gran! Thank God, help me!"

He stared up, as best he could, into her eyes and prayed that she'd recognize him. Brilliant pools of brown stared back at him and studied him. "Chad?" she finally asked, "Sweetie, what are you doing down here? I thought Anna was watching you."

Okay, so she didn't think he was a bug, but she thought he was his dad. It wasn't ideal, but at least he'd been discovered albeit mistaken. It was better than nothing, and maybe she would piece it together. "Gran, it's me Bram!" he yelled in an attempt to get her to see.

Rose heard her little charge's squeaking voice, but she still wasn't quite sure what he was trying to tell her. From the look of him, she assumed it was a plea to get him free from his tangled mess. She was happy to oblige, and she carefully untied her shoe with one hand and prepared to cradle him with the other. "Calm down, Chad, let's get you freed and then we can see about getting you something to eat," she said, "Don't worry, I'm here and I'll make sure you're well taken care of."

It was evident that his message was getting lost in translation somewhere along the line. It could have been worse, he supposed, at least now he'd been seen and didn't have to worry about getting squashed. Although, his father hadn't exactly fared well even with everyone knowing about his situation. He would have to be on guard and make sure that if he found himself lost that he had something to keep him safe. Surely his grandmother would realize it was him eventually, right? If not then he hoped that his dad would be alright. He didn't know that he had been spending time with Anna, and he hoped that they were getting along alright. He loved his new stepsister, but she didn't exactly have a great relationship with his dad. In fact, she seemed to view most men with contempt except himself. She always seemed to treat him with some measure of kindness and care, but for the life of him he couldn't understand why. All of his compassion and respect for women he'd learned from his father, and yet she looked at him like he was the scum of the earth. He knew that part of it, from his late night talks with her, that it was due in part to her being worried about her mom. Maybe this new situation was bringing the two of them closer together.

His thoughts were cut short when he felt gravity take hold of him. The strings that kept him bound were released, and he found himself in free fall for a split second. His back collided with his grandmother's waiting palm. He was both relieved and surprised at the feeling of being in someone's palm. The relief came from knowing that he no longer had to worry about running for his life, and the surprise was at just how nice and warm a hand could feel. He was resting on her palm with his head propped up on one of her fingers. Along with the warmth there was a feeling of security and safety that washed over him. That was quickly replaced by a pulse pounding and nauseating sensation as he was hoisted from the ground level towards his grandmother's chest. His head spun, his stomach rolled, and for a second he wondered if he was going to fly off. Then, just as quickly as it came, it disappeared and was gone and replaced with those safe and secure feelings while his stomach settled. He wondered if this was what vertigo felt like, or if this was something else entirely. Then there was one final and terrifying bundle of emotions that washed over him as his grandmother began walking again. He'd once heard the expression, "My life in your hands," before, but never in his existence had that saying held more truth than now. The slightest jar, trip, and even clench from his grandmother could literally spell his end.

It was overwhelming, but at least he was away from her feet. Furthermore, she was aware of his presence and that for now he was safe. He closed his eyes to block out the blur of everything flying by him and wondered just how his father had adjusted to this. He hoped that it would only be a matter of time until he got used to it. The world around him spun once again as his grandmother lowered her palm down towards the countertop. He paused for a minute and stared up at her, "It's alright, Chad, just hop off and wait while I get everyone something to eat," she said with a warm smile, "Relax, I'm sure you can help me. Just try to keep where I can see you, hon."

He took a deep breath and did as he was told. He dismounted from her hand to the cold granite countertop. The countertop was a dark, reflective, and pristine surface that was as beautiful as it was frightening. He watched as his grandmother moved to gather some items from the cabinets and utensils from the drawers. Boxes of miscellaneous food items and ingredients were placed that all looked like a city skyline from his perspective. The reflective glint of metal coming out of one of the drawers caught his eye and he felt a powerful sense of unease. One false move with the knife in his grandmother's hand would make short work of him. He reminded himself that she had fairly steady hands, though, and she knew he was there. Still, he couldn't tear his eyes away from that terrifying instrument as she walked over.

She sat it down a short distance from him and beamed, "Let's cook, honey, it's been too long since you've helped me in the kitchen!"

Meanwhile…

Chad's body quaked as he waited for Anna to finish undressing. He tried to look away from her glorious figure as she removed her sleepwear, but he knew he was about to get closer to her body than he ever would have liked. He felt her watching him out of the corner of her eye as she slowly disrobed in what he was sure was supposed to be a teasing display. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't help but notice the striking figure that she cut. She had her mother's body and curves, that much was obvious, and he knew if she would get over her off-putting demeanor, she would one day make some guy very happy. He wasn't just some guy, though; he was her stepfather. Everything about this felt wrong on a whole other level.

Only a few agonizing moments later, Anna was as naked as the day she was born. Try as he might, he couldn’t help but admire her impressive physique. The prominent curves of her breasts that rose and fell with every breath she took, the defined abs below them from rigorous training, and the glorious bulge that her hips made framing the canyon of the clean shaven and puffy slit between her legs, all stirring something primal within him. He swallowed as he realized that her remark about being a God compared to him held more credence. By all rights, she may as well have been a Goddess standing before him. His eyes roamed her body until they came to rest on her angular face. It was framed by her auburn hair, but the look in her eyes held anything but mercy. There was a hunger in those eyes that he’d seen before and it terrified him.

He was paralyzed as she walked over to him and stood still for a moment. He guessed it was some kind of powerplay, not that she needed it after the other night, and that she wanted him to take in her full glory. She bent down and leveled her massive face with his puny form after a moment, "Ready, squirt?"

"Anna, please," he pleaded in a final attempt to prevent what was about to happen, "I am begging you, don't do this. You made your point already, you're strong, and I'm weak. You don't have to do this; I've already conceded."

"As much as I like hearing that, and I do, this is happening, little man," she said, emphasizing the word little, "Besides, you should be thanking me. After all, I'm showing that you still have some use at this pathetic size."

He knew she wouldn't let it go, but he had to try, "Anna, please, this is wrong."

"Don't lecture me about right and wrong," she snapped as she scooped him up and brought him up to her level, "What do you know about that, anyway? Nothing, that's what! Now, don't struggle too much, or you'll slip out of my hand. Unless you want to see if you can survive a drop and a trip down the drain, you'll cooperate."

He wasn't sure, but the last part of her statement sounded almost like genuine concern. He heaved a sigh of defeat in her grip as she slowly made her way over to the shower and turned the water on, "Yes, Anna."

"That's a good toy," she taunted before bringing him to her face once again, "I mean it, Chad, keep as still as you can so I don't drop your dumb ass."

"I'll try," he said and then asked, "Are you worried about me?"

"Don't flatter yourself, bug boy," she snapped, "I just don't want to lose my new plaything, and I'd rather not explain to mom that her idiot husband slipped down the drain."

That seemed believable enough, but he chose to believe that some small part of her cared about his well-being. As nice as that thought was, the looming events that were about to take place eclipsed it. He felt the rush of heat and steam from the shower as Anna stepped in. His world shook in the palm of her hand as she planted her feet on the slick surface of the shower floor. Her hand was cupped but not closed so he could get a good view of her exposed flesh. She turns her back to the stream first to let the water run down her back and soak her hair. Droplets of water rolled down her skin, and he felt a bit of shame as he stared up at her. Terrifying though she was, from his perspective, he couldn't deny that she looked magnificent.

His embarrassment rose when she called attention to his ogling, "Like what you see, pipsqueak? Don't worry; you're about to get a nice up close and personal look."

That was all the warning he had before she grabbed a bar of soap and a rag. She mashed his body into the malleable substance with a surprising amount of care. It still hurt, but he knew that she could have easily injured him with the process. His back was pressed into the bar with his face exposed, and he found it impossible to turn his head one way or the other. He caught sight of her delighted grin as she turned herself around to face the steady stream of water. His body was pelted by the shower, and he hadn't expected the intensity of the heat and pressure. A pained cry of surprise escaped his lips before he could bite it back, but thankfully Anna didn't hold him beneath the water for too long. He was moved away from the assaulting waterfall, but it did little to comfort him because he knew what was coming next.

His sight was obscured by the water that had soaked him, but he could almost feel her excitement as she brought his soapy prison to her body. He was flooded with nervous anticipation, and he wasn't sure if Anna was deliberately drawing this out or if it just felt like it was taking longer. He closed his eyes as he was brought to her chest, and she began lathering herself up. She started him between her mounds, and he found himself doused in the scent of stale sweat from the day prior. She worked him and soapy prison up and down before moving him up and around to her breasts. Try as he might, his body once again betrayed him as she rubbed along the supple flesh of Anna's breasts. He was sure she at least knew it because she slowed her rhythm down in a compelling way, and she took some extra time while lathering her nipples. It may not have been the most humiliating thing he'd endured, but it was close to it. With every stroke, he felt his embarrassment swelling along with his member.

Eventually, after what felt like much longer than necessary, Anna moved him to the underside of her breasts. She forced his body and the soap into the mass one after the other, and he had to stifle a gag at the overwhelming scent of sweat. He'd expected the foul odor, but the experience far surpassed his expectations. He shuddered as best he could in his prison as his open mouth caught the taste that accompanied the smell. The longer he had to endure it, the more he dreaded having to help wash the rest of her body. If the stench of her breasts was this bad, then he didn't want to find out how bad her underarms, let alone the rest of her body, would be.

She dragged his minuscule form from the underside of her left breast towards her armpit. Despite the feelings of dread and panic that were welling up within him, he did his best to limit his struggles. Although, even if he had wanted to, he couldn't move much given his body was still pressed into the bar. That didn't stop him from once again gagging as the powerful stench of Anna's underarms bombarded his senses. He'd thought that the underside of her boobs had been nasty, but that was a pale shadow by comparison. The smell was disgusting, and he could feel the contents of his stomach threatening to upheave. To further his disgust and humiliation, Anna pressed both him and the soap against her skin with much more pressure than she had previously. She proceeded to slowly and roughly drag him in small circles around the area.

The friction alone would have been enough to cause discomfort, but the increased pressure combined with the foulness of the experience was unbearable. His erection had thankfully disappeared, but not before receiving an excessive amount of pain from the sudden force that Anna used with him. After his initial gag reflex, he did his best to keep his mouth closed and desperately wished he could turn his head. She scrubbed vigorously and without mercy. It felt like an eternity, but he knew it had only been a few seconds. The fact that this was only the first if two caused his heart to drop. This was torture on a whole other level of humiliation and degradation that he had never considered when his condition first developed.

Anna was thoroughly enjoying herself. It might have been better if she could feel him squirm, but she knew he was in hell right now. She'd felt his minuscule cock spring to life while she used him to wash her breasts. The feeling had filled her with superiority and reminded her that Chad was no different than any other man. That thought had been the basis for her punishing him with her armpit. She knew that her pits were probably rank and that it would most likely be torturous for her stepfather. Her head spun with ideas for ways to play with him more, but one in particular stuck out to her. She would wait until she was on her other armpit before acting, though.

She had scrubbed harder and longer than she usually did this time around. She wanted to ensure that Chad had a firm grasp on how powerless he was before moving him onto her other pit. She finally pulled him away and carried him to his next destination. She heard him squealing out what she assumed was either a protest or a plea for mercy, but the sounds of the shower drowned him out. She didn't personally care about his objections, anyway. Until she finished with him, he was nothing more than a human loofah, and last she checked, those didn't talk back. She was going to enjoy every second of this. She hadn't even made it to the other half of her body yet.

Chad had tried to get Anna to let him catch his breath, but she had either ignored him or didn't hear him. He knew there was no getting out of his predicament, but he had hoped that she would have at least been willing to let him breathe a bit between rounds. However, she didn't waste a second, and he tried to brace himself for the oncoming stench. The pressure returned to his body along with the friction of her vigorous scrubbing. He wasn't sure, but it seemed like she was working faster this time around. However, the pace did little to reduce his torment as she dragged from all over her smelly crevice.

He was confused when she stopped her scrubbing without warning and left him in the center of her armpit. His face was mashed into the now steamy area that smelled somewhat like a mixture of the floral soap and the remnants of her sweat. While his vision was obscured, he could still see the light on the edges of his eye. However, everything went dark as pitch, just as the pressure amplified once more, and his breathing became difficult. It took him a moment to realize what was happening, but when he did, he disobeyed his only command and began thrashing around as best he could. It did nothing to help his situation, and most of his struggles were halted by the soap bar that held him captive. Nevertheless, with his eyes burning from the soap, his lungs screaming for air, and his mind filled with panic, he did his best to free himself.

Anna had to bite her lip to keep from laughing out loud. Chad was in a full-blown panic about her little joke. His struggles tickled her, and she fought to keep from twitching from the sensations. Part of her felt like she should punish him for failing to do as he was told, but then again, she was already subjecting him to a pleasant surprise. She needed to find someone else this size to keep around, someone she could have fun with. As exciting and enticing as this all was, the fact of the matter was that Chad belonged to her mother. She wouldn’t go all the way with the little runt, but she would definitely toy with him. He was finally learning his place in the world, serving women better than him. Now, if only she could get her mother to see how much fun this was.

Anna felt Chad's struggles begin to die down, so she slowly lifted her arm to retrieve him. Her endorphins were shot when the bar of soap slipped in her grip. She could hear Chad screaming as he flew through the air; at least she knew he was alive. She caught him before he could plummet to the ground and brought him to her face, "You alright, shrimp?"

Chad was not enjoying his adventure in the slightest. His heart raced as he struggled to catch his already depleted breath. He wanted to yell at Anna and tell her the truth, but he knew that angering her would be a huge mistake. There was a slight look of worry on her face anyway, and he didn't want to scare her any more than he wanted to incur her wrath. So instead, he called out over the water, "I'm fine, Anna. Can we please cut this short?"

She felt a bit of relief knowing that he was okay. It was weird, but she quickly brushed it aside and fell back into her typical demeanor, "No chance, bug boy, you're not even halfway done! You've still gotta wash my feet, my legs, my ass, and, lucky you, my pussy."

"Anna, wait!" he yelled, "Look, I'll do whatever you want, but please not that!"

"What, you wanna tell me that you're too good for my cooch?" she asked.

"Anna, I am married to your mother!" he argued, "Please, that's like cheating; hell, it's worse than that! You're her daughter for crying out loud!"

"That didn't stop your little cock from getting hard, now did it?" she fired back.

"Anna, I am less than an inch tall, I am trapped in this stupid bar, and you were rubbing me everywhere!" he defended, "It was a reaction, not because I'm attracted to you!"

"So you're saying I'm not attractive?!" she demanded, tightening her grip on the soap and him.

"No, of course not!" he yelled back, "You have your mother's looks, but you're not her! Someday, you're going to make a guy lucky, but I am in love with your mom! Just...please, I won't ask for anything else, just don't use me like that...I can't do that to her!"

She paused and let his words sink in. Of course, she never had any intention of using him that way, but there was no harm in teasing him with the thought of it. Still, she could hear sincerity in his pleas. Even with the torrent of water pouring around them, she could hear the devotion to her mother in his voice. "Alright, tiny, I'll make you a deal," she began, "I won't use you to clean my vag, but I will use you to clean the rest of me. In exchange, I don't want to hear any complaints, and, this goes without saying, you keep your little mouth shut about our fun. We got a deal?"

This was certainly not what he would consider fun, but he wasn't going to correct her. He tried to nod as he responded, "Yes, Anna, I'll do my best...thank you."

"Alright then, why don't we start at the bottom and work our way up?" she asked, ignoring his gratitude, "How does that sound?"

Awful, it sounded awful to him. He knew better than to argue, though, especially in the face of mercy from his stepdaughter. He put on his best face and said, "Sounds great, Anna."

"Liar," she said with a grin, "But you already know there's nothing you can do about it, so I appreciate the cooperation. Do not struggle while I'm washing my feet. I don't like you, but for whatever reason, mom does, so I'd rather not upset her, understand?"

"Yes, Anna," he replied, fully aware of the possibilities that came with being so close to someone's soles.

"Good boy," she said as she lowered him and the bar down past her waist.

He really wasn't looking forward to this or her ass, but at least she wasn't going to use his on her more intimate area. He would have to endure the remainder of their shower together, and he told himself over and over to keep still for the upcoming scrub down. Anna had raised her foot and taken hold of it with her free hand, allowing him a firsthand look at his next destination. The sensations were as he expected, rough and fast, generating a good amount of discomfort for him. The bottoms of her feet were already soaked from standing in the water, but they stunk, and the skin was calloused from her time on the court. He wasn't sure if it was intentional or not, but she had him and the bar held at an angle that forced his face to rub along the bottom of her foot. Up and down, side to side and small circles were made using him as a metaphorical scrub brush on her foot, and it took everything he had not to fight against her.

He was given a slight reprieve from his hellish time when she pulled away and prepared to swap feet. He sucked in the steamy air and realized that his nose was tainted and stained with the stink of her feet and pits. He tried to ignore the scent that lingered in the back of his nose as Anna swapped him over to her other hand. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to prepare himself, but he instantly regretted that decision. He felt the rough surface of her next foot collide with his face just as he was exhaling. This meant that his mouth was open and forced to remain that way for a moment as she roughly similarly dragged him along her foot. The taste of tainted water, mild sweat, and the soap that he was trapped in filled his mouth and made him gag. It was one of the most unusual and revolting tastes that he had ever had the unfortunate privilege of experiencing. Without warning or hesitation, Anna began the process of lathering her foot with his imprisoned form.

The discomfort quickly began to evolve into pain as she pressed him into her arch. She pulled him away right as his nose felt like it was on the verge of breaking, though, and moved him towards her toes. He was thankful that she seemed to be moving quicker this time, but he knew what awaited him after this. Her legs wouldn't be terrible, but he hadn't been thrown into a bare ass yet and wasn't looking forward to it. First, though, he had to finish cleaning her toes. She threaded him through each one just as she had the last, and he was disgusted by the grime that rested in those crevices.

He felt waves of nausea crash over him as Anna moved onto her legs. She made short work of her calves, and Chad's world spun at the speed that she worked. She ran him up and down her legs like some elevator from hell. The disorientation was all-consuming, and no matter what he tried, he couldn't find a way to come to grips with it. Closing his eyes only gave him a feeling of being drunk with the world spinning and his stomach somersaulting; keeping them open wasn't much better, and blocking out the experience was next to impossible. Her thighs, strong and well defined, took a bit longer, but he was able to note that she kept him just out of reach of her womanhood. She swirled his body and casing around every inch of her thighs while keeping just far enough from her sex. He could, however, smell the distinct aroma of arousal wafting and mixing with the steam. While he couldn't quite get a solid read on Anna, one thing was certain: she loved the feeling of power she had over him.

By the time she finished her legs, his prison was wearing thin. He guessed it was due in part to the extra time Anna had spent washing herself along with the overexposure to the torrential stream of water he'd been subjected to. Now that Anna had finished her feet and legs, there was only one place left for him to clean. The idea of being that close to her ass was already dreadful, but now he could feel his restraints beginning to wane. What would happen to him if he suddenly fell out of the bar or if it crumbled around him? Would Anna notice in time, and would she care enough to save him? As much as it worried him, right now, he had to put his trust in her hands. She was, after all, the only thing standing between him and either the abyss of her ass or the certain death drop to the shower floor.

There was a moment of slow tension as she brought him around to her backside. There were no taunting or cruel words this time, only silent action amplified by the sounds of running water. He dug his fingers into the malleable and scented substance surrounding him in an attempt to hold on, but he forced his panic to the back of his mind. Fearful though he was, he knew that crying out would do nothing except possibly anger his captor. The shape of Anna's full moon came into view, and he had to admit it was quite a sight. Pale and well defined from years of athletic activity, it was an impressive yet frightening sight to behold. The last time he'd been this close to an ass had been a repulsive experience, but he knew there was nothing he could do to escape. He just held onto the hope that this would be over soon.

He came into contact with the first cheek, and he caught a strong whiff of the pungent odor coming from her backside. His stomach rolled as Anna pressed his body into the bulbous flesh of her butt. She wasn't a particularly dirty girl by any means, but sights, smells, and sounds were all magnified at his height. It was the biggest reason having to endure everything from her armpits to now her ass had been so unbearable; not that it would have been particularly glorious from his former height either. The slow and deliberate way she lathered her butt cheek told him that she was drawing out this process more than the last. He was willing to wager that it was either a power play or simply for her own amusement. Honestly, it was probably both.


Anna had been waiting for this part for some time now. Ever since she had witnessed Chad's humiliation at the ass of an unaware Victoria, she'd been contemplating just how to toy with her stepfather with her own. Everything about her shower fun had felt right, and it doubled as sending a permanent reminder to Chad that he was little more than a toy dependent on the whims of those bigger and far superior to him. She would take her time with him here and ensure that he never forgot the feeling of powerlessness that she was sure was sinking in.

She started slowly, with careful circular patterns on her right cheek. Chad was rolled along the soft mounds with care, and his sense of smell was quickly getting overloaded with the scent of her backside. He knew, however, that the worst was yet to come. However pungent the stench was here, it would be at least tenfold worse when she moved to her crack. He felt his world shift as she dipped him lower and dragged him along the underside of her cheek. The area was akin to an inverted canyon filled with humiliation and disgust. The heat from the shower mixed with the heat trapped in this area of her body, and Chad felt his prison continued to weaken around him. He told himself, once again, that it wouldn't be much longer now. Soon enough, he'd be free, and even if he was still at Anna's mercy, he wouldn't have to worry about a painful plummet.

She finished the first cheek and moved onto the next. Her movements were slower than they had been, particularly as she moved him over her crack. He was certain now that this was some sort of ploy to demoralize him further, but he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. Small and weak though he was, he was still a person, and he wouldn't let himself be broken. That didn't mean he wasn't afraid, however, and with every second that passed, he found his fears continually escalating at the prospect of falling to his death. The fact that his safety rested in Anna's hands didn't do much to quell those feelings either.

The process for the left cheek was identical to the first. Anna rubbed him along her cheeks in a circular motion. Despite the precise definition of her cheeks, the flesh was soft to the touch, something he was grateful for. It wasn't much comfort if any at all, but at least it wasn't painful to he mashed into those orbs. The only rough part about scrubbing was when she moved him back to the underside. She purposefully pushed him up and lifted her cheek with her hand and his body. This meant that despite the mild softness of the flesh, being jammed against it was more unpleasant than necessary. Honestly, what was the most disturbing was that he was beginning to get accustomed to the smell. He hoped that that meant the transition to wash her crack would be easier, but even for him, that hope felt as small as him.

The time finally came, and he was pulled away from her left cheek. There was only one place left for him to go now. Without a word from Anna, he found himself inching towards the foul valley. His heart sank as the stench emanating from it graced his senses. It was a scent fouler than any he'd experienced so far in his adventures as a shower aid. The smells of stale sweat and filth formed an unholy union that caused him to retch involuntarily. He was treated to the sight of Anna's free hand taking hold of one of her cheeks and parting it to allow him unbarred access to what was undoubtedly her foulest area. He didn't see any debris, something he thanked whatever God was looking out for him, but the closer he got and with the doors opened, the stink stung his eyes and turned his stomach. What rationale he had left was being assaulted by the nightmare of this experience, and there was simply nothing he could do but serve Anna's will, whatever that may be, and wherever it may take him in these next moments.

With his show finished, in Anna's eyes, she plunged him into the smelly abyss and began scrubbing him vigorously along the walls. The smell alone would have been enough to make him sick, but he could feel the grime as she worked him and his soapy prison along the first side. He felt panic welling up within him that grew as she moved him deeper into the confines of her ass. Her threat to keep him in this hell for an evening practice rang out in his mind and carried a heftier weight. Through the darkness, he could just barely make out the outline of her anus, and a horrific thought came to the forefront of his mind: the idea of getting lost in such a repulsive area. It filled him with fear, dread, and disgust on new levels that nearly caused him to lose what little composure he had left. Were it not for fear of either getting lost to the darkness around him or falling to his death, and he would have given into the compulsions that were filling his mind.

Terror continued to fill his little body even as Anna withdrew him from the deeper confines of her ass. His prison was withering away little by little, and he honestly wasn't sure how much longer it would last. He could feel it crumbling with every push and pull from Anna. His nerves began outweighing his disgust at having to wash Anna's backside. The stench was still bothering him, but he couldn't shake the fearful feeling that he was about to suffer a worse fate. There was a slight feeling of relief as he realized that Anna had finally finished washing herself. He'd been so wrapped up in his worries that he'd failed to notice that she'd made short work of the opposing wall.

She held him in place for a moment rather than pulling him out of the cavern. He wondered what she was doing, but he didn't have to wonder for long. He was briefly aware of her hand slipping away from his diminishing prison. The next thing he knew, the walls of her cheeks slammed together and pulverized his body. The pressure was unlike anything he'd felt throughout this unwanted adventure. It left as quickly as it had come on, but he panicked as he felt himself start to slide down. Her cheeks slammed shut once again, catching him before he fell, and he felt his chest contort from the pain. Worse than that, though, he realized that Anna's newest game was obliterating what was left of his soapy safety net. The remnants of his prison fell away, leaving his body free once again, but in doing so, caused him to break and scream in an attempt to get Anna to realize what was happening.

Anna hadn't wanted her fun to end. She'd finished giving herself a thorough cleaning with the help of Chad, but it had felt too short for her liking. She had decided to play one last game with her stepfather before giving him a small break. Admittedly, he'd done better and cooperated surprisingly well, all things considered, not that he had much choice in the matter. Still, she was almost impressed, almost being the keyword in that thought. Since he was already getting acquainted with her ass, she decided to show him just how powerful it was compared to him. A simple flex after removing her hand was sure to decimate her little captive, and she could feel him thrashing between her cheeks. It was a good feeling, and so she decided to replicate it after a moment of relaxing. Maybe Chad could help her with her workout routine. She could use a good sweat rag.

She noticed something off after her second attempt. Something was falling from her backside, and it was confirmed by the sounds of something hitting the shower floor. She quickly clenched her cheeks once again in hopes of catching Chad before he fell out, "Shit, hang on, bug boy," she said just as she heard the faint cries for help.

Chad had been about to fall from his humiliating position when Anna clenched her muscles a third time. The impact without the buffer of the soap was much more painful. Something popped, and he let out a howl of pain that was muffled by her flesh. He wondered if these were his last moments, surrounded by his stepdaughter's ass, soaking wet and battered beyond belief. He felt her relax her muscles once more, and he gave himself to the feelings of weightlessness as his body fell away from the walls he'd quickly become accustomed to. His body hurt, even as he fell, but the force from the fall and the heat from the surrounding steam made it almost impossible to scream.

His body made contact with something soft yet firm, something that felt familiar even in his disoriented state. He blinked through the grime, soapy debris, and water that he wasn't sure was from the shower or tears to look around. He was on a hand. Anna had managed to catch him before he fell to his death. Whether it was a merciful response to his screams or luck, he wasn't sure, but he knew that he was alive, and that was something he could take solace in. He felt himself fading in and out of consciousness from the adrenaline wearing off and the exhaustion setting in from his eventful morning. He was vaguely aware of the water being shut off and Anna stepping out of the shower.

"You alright, squirt?" he heard Anna ask, but he couldn't bring himself to reply, "Chad, are you still with me?"

There was something in the tone of her voice that he couldn't quite place. Was it a concern? Surely not, not after everything she'd put him through. He told himself that in spite of her cruel acts, she wasn't evil. She was a girl who'd been hurt by a man whose sole responsibility was supposed to be to look after her and her mother. He felt himself getting set down on the cloth, a rag he guessed, and he tried to sit up to respond. There was a pain in his shoulder, though, and it staggered him. He pushed himself up using his right arm and tried to yell up to her, "I'm here and alive, hurting but alive. I think you might have dislocated something, Anna. It hurts to move my arm."

"You better not-" she began.

"I'm not going to tell anyone about this or what happened, Anna, I promise," he cut her off, "Much as I don't enjoy these little games, I'm not going to taint how your mother sees you."

She closed her mouth and tried to glare at him, but she couldn't quite muster her usual look of contempt. "You're smarter than you look," she said after a moment before softly asking, "What are you going to tell mom and Victoria?"

He tried to shrug and instantly regretted it as a pain shot through him, "I'll tell them I fell while we were talking," he replied with a grimace, "At my size, it doesn't take much to get hurt. Just...please try to be a little more gentle for the rest of the day. Is that asking too much?"

She frowned at him and rolled her eyes, "Fine, you big baby," she replied, "Only because you already said you wouldn't rat me out. Come on, let's get you washed, and then you can take a nap or whatever dumbass thing you want to do for a little while."

"Thank you, Anna," he said.

"Yeah, yeah," she said as she gingerly scooped him up, "You're still going to be spending some time with me today, and we're going to have a little chat later on. Got it?"

It was better than what he had been expecting. He nodded as she carefully moved him closer to the sink, "Yes, Anna," he replied.

As she turned the water on and checked the temp, he pondered on everything that had happened. He wasn't sure if he was fooling himself or if she really did seem to be showing some sincere concern with him. He hoped that it was true, and if it was, then maybe he could find some way to connect with her. Their talk earlier had gone better than he had hoped, so maybe that was the key to forming some kind of connection. If he could do that, then perhaps some good could come out of this nightmare. For now, though, he would accept this bath from her and fall into some much-needed sleep. Strange as it was, he felt confident that she would keep him safe for the time being. Maybe he could get some rest. He would find out soon enough.