"Hurry up, Rach! The movie's about to start!" Gabby fumbled with her phone as she hurried down the hallway, trying to pull up their seat numbers. She and Rachel were running late. They’d gotten caught in traffic and their showtime was rapidly approaching. Rachel lagged behind as they rushed to the theater, suddenly regretting her decision to wear high heeled boots.

When they pushed through the door, Rachel let out a sigh of relief. “Nice, the trailers are still going. I’ll get the popcorn and drinks while you find the seats.” 

As the brunette swept away, Gabby looked toward the front of the mostly packed theater. She groaned as she spotted their seats, a pair in the second row from the screen. Probably shouldn’t have waited till the last minute to buy the tickets... She thought with a pout. She craned her neck, trying to find somewhere better to sit. Her face lit up when she spotted two empty seats, on the aisle but a lot deeper into the theater.

 She didn’t realize one of the seats was occupied until after she sat down. Half a dozen tiny movie goers, each no taller than half an inch, had essentially set up a picnic on the seat. They'd laid out tiny blankets and folding chairs and even had what looked to be little baskets of food. It was actually a pretty cute setup. Unfortunately, though, Gabby needed that seat. She leaned over the armrest, her ample chest casting a shadow over the entire group. “Hey guys, I don’t mean to be a pest but I’m here with a friend and she’s gonna need that seat. If you want I can help you move to another one!”

Gabby flinched at the chorus of outraged squeaks she got in response. She tried to explain how she'd bought her tickets late and she didn't want to sit so close to the screen but they hardly let her get a word in! The tinies went on and on about how they’d pooled their money early to reserve that spot. How she should just go to her "actual seats." How just because she was bigger didn’t mean she could force them to move. She was about to fire back that she could literally force them to move when movement near the theater's entrance caught her eye. Rachel was back. Struggling to hold a large tub of popcorn and two drinks, the brunette was scanning the room trying to locate her friend. 

She looked back down at the tinies, who were still yelling at her defiantly. She had no qualms about making them sit somewhere else but she knew Rachel, who went out of her way not to seem like a bully, would. She  was generous and agreeable and especially gentle with tinies. She'd sooner sit on the floor than have Gabby commandeer their seat for her. But if she didn't know they'd been there at all…

What she doesn't know won't hurt her. Gabby thought, easily scooping the entire protesting group into her palm. You guys brought this on yourselves, shoulda just moved!

“Sorry, not sorry!” She whispered before tilting her hand. She ignored their faint screams, nonchalantly dumping them down the front of her tank top. It was hard to keep from laughing out loud as the entire party vanished, their combined struggles not even amounting to the tiniest jiggle of boobflesh. They were all easily subsumed but for one, an Asian girl clinging desperately to Gabby's pinky finger.

“You can’t do this to us! We’re people too, bitch! We have rights! You think you can just shove us all in your giant cow tits and-” The ant-sized girl shrieked as Gabby sent her careening back toward the chair with a flick of her wrist.

The smaller woman scrambled to her feet on the leather cushion, her face red with fury. This giant bimbo thinks she can treat us like this!? The ginormous latina smirked down past her obnoxiously huge chest. She leaned forward, as if to show off the golden-brown chasm her friends were imprisoned within. 

"Enjoy the movie!" Gabby hissed before sitting up, turning her gaze skyward. The Asian girl was about to start a fresh tirade when a new shadow darkened her world.

The lights of the theater were eclipsed by an enormous rear. Toned and round and just barely covered by a short black skirt, it only seemed to get bigger as it drew closer. The young woman stranded on the seat didn't even have time to scream. The ass came down hard, dozens (hundreds??) of tons of booty crushing her into the chair. 

"I love these reclining seats!" Rachel said, leaning back as she passed Gabby her soda. “I got you a large so it lasts till the end. I still don’t get why all these Oscar-y movies have to be three hours- What’s so funny?” 

Gabby composed herself, trying not to stare down at her friend’s hip. “Nothing, the last trailer was hilarious."

“Oh, what movie was it for?” Rachel asked obliviously, shifting her weight in the seat. Gabby was saved from having to come up with an answer when the lights finally dimmed.

“Shhh! It’s starting!” Gabby whispered and they both turned their attention to the screen. She was about to grab a handful of popcorn when a triumphant squeak came from the direction of her chest. One of the tinies had managed to worm his way out of her top. She watched with begrudging respect as he managed to balance atop her right tit, his feet just barely sinking into her plush skin. Maybe, just maybe, he'd earned himself a cushy spot to watch the movie with all that effort...

She rolled her eyes when the little man started waving his arms frantically, shouting for Rachel’s attention. With all the courtesy one would afford a mosquito, Gabby swiped him down the length of her breast. In the same smooth motion, she tugged at the lip of her bra and let him slide into the cup. The tiny guy clawed himself to a stop just before he tumbled over the curve of her boob, trying desperately to crawl back up. He cried out one last time before she let her bra snap back, instantly entombing him in a wall of wobbling flesh. No talking once the movie starts!

Xavier sighed as he dipped his squeegee into the bucket. He was early into his shift but it felt like he and his coworker Dylan had been cleaning for hours. The pair had been stationed in the women’s shoe department. They were currently atop a scaffold polishing a leather boot the size of a small office building.

Carmichael’s was the most popular department store in Redwood Heights. It was a pretty high-end place, though not so pricey that average people couldn’t afford it. The business prided itself on being non-discriminatory, willing to hire tinies in several customer service and custodial positions. Xavier assumed they got some kind of tax credit for employing them but the pay was good and they were actually treated pretty well by management and larger coworkers.

He and Dylan were about to work their way around to the other side of the shoe when two regular-sized customers walked up to the display table. Looking up, Xavier immediately recognized they were mother and daughter. They had identical honey blonde hair and similar rounded features. The younger shopper looked to be about his age if a bit older while the elder was maybe mid-forties.

The mother sat in one of the seats nearby while her daughter began surveying the table. Xavier couldn’t help but watch as she browsed in the distance. She was tall, even by normal standards. She wasn’t as curvy as her mother (who was herself a bombshell) but she had an impressive athletic figure. He wondered if she was a volleyball player or something as his eyes drifted past her waist. White yoga pants showed off her thick thighs and he couldn’t bring himself to look away as she turned to the side, revealing a shapely, sculpted-    

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Xavier nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of Dylan’s voice. The older guy snickered behind him and Xavier quickly turned his attention back to the boot, feeling his face heat up. “Ya do know you actually could go up and talk to her?”

“Yeah, right,” Xavier said dismissively. “What would I even say to a girl like that?” 

“I don’t know man, maybe you could start with ‘hello?’ Go try it, what’s the worst that could happen!”

“She ignores me? She laughs at me? She thinks I’m annoying and just flicks me away like a bug-”

Before Xavier could protest further, Dylan snatched away his squeegee. “Dude, just go up and say ‘hi!’ If it ends there then fine but like Kobe said, you miss one hundred percent of the shots you don’t take.”

“...Kobe didn’t say that.”

Dylan ignored his correction, spinning him toward the enormous blonde. “Go get her!” He yelled, shoving him forward. 

Xavier stumbled to the edge of the scaffold, nearly tumbling head over heels. He managed to just catch himself, relieved the girl hadn’t seen him almost fall flat on his face. He shot a glare back at Dylan, who gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up in response. After making the climb down to the table, he turned back to Blondie and took a deep breath. No reason to be nervous. She’s a person just like you. Directly undermining that thought, she casually picked up a pump that was probably bigger inside than his apartment. 

Smoothing his dark hair, Xavier cautiously made the approach. He felt like a mountain climber approaching a daunting new peak. But he had to get that out of his head. She was just a girl; a really hot girl, a girl whose fingernail outsized him, but a girl all the same. He was about to shout up a greeting when she looked in his direction. She’d already noticed him! Maybe this wouldn’t be such a difficult encounter after all-

“Ooh! Mom, look at these!” The gigantic young woman grabbed for the Ugg boot that had caught her eye, completely missing the tiny person standing just in front of it. She eagerly waved over an attendant before taking a seat next to her mother. “Can I get these in a nine and a half?”

What’s the worst that could happen? Dylan’s question echoed through Xavier’s head as he rocketed through the air. The girl had unintentionally slammed the boot into him and he had no choice but to hang on to it as she lifted it off the table. He clung to the rubber sole for as long as possible but it was only a matter of time before he lost his grip. The fall was shorter than it should’ve been. His shout of terror was cut short when a vast field of white raced up to smack him in the face.

The impact was surprisingly soft. Looking around, Xavier realized he’d crash-landed on the plateau of an enormous thigh. Heat radiated through the thin Lycra separating him from skin. The dark-skinned tiny rolled onto his back, taking a moment to catch his breath. He almost could’ve convinced himself he was atop an endless mattress before he looked up. The girl’s torso stretched into the sky, her face almost entirely obscured by her chest as she talked to her mother.

“Nice to meet you too.” He said flatly, struggling to his feet before taking a moment to survey his surroundings. A one-way flight to Thighland. From a distance Blondie’s legs had looked toned but from his current point of view they stretched as far as the eye could see, spreading wide under their own mass. An unsettling thought crossed his mind - what if she crossed her legs? He’d be buried. Just one of her thighs alone would be an avalanche of doughy flesh and powerful muscle, all weighing down on his puny form. It’d be suffocating, so dark and warm and…soft… 

Focus, man! Xavier shook his head, snapping himself back to the task at hand. He had to find a way to get this girl to notice him. It should’ve been easy, he was literally right under her nose. Before he could come up with a path forward, he heard Blondie thank the attendant who’d returned with her desired boots. Xavier had no time to react as she started to move again, leaning forward to try them on. Her leg pitched forward and he was sent sliding down the rounded surface. With no handholds to speak of on the sleek fabric of her yoga pants, he skittered right over the edge of her knee. 

Xavier was sent careening through the air for the second time in the last few minutes. All he could do was watch the girl’s shin zoom by as he fell, waiting for a hard landing on the floor below. Instead, the world transformed into a cavern of white fur. He slammed face first into the fluffy ground. “What the hell?” The quarter-inch worker groaned, struggling onto his hands and knees. He was still trying to get his bearings when a satisfied sigh came from above.

“Oh my God, it’s sooo comfy!” 

Instantly realizing where he was, Xavier looked up in time to see an enormous bare foot slide into the opening of the boot. Before he could even pick a direction to flee in he was bulldozed by balmy flesh. To his horror, his entire body was scooped up between the girl’s big toe and her second. The temperature inside the boot had already doubled by the time her foot settled into its wooly interior. If Blondie noticed his presence she’d mistaken him for an errant bit of fluff, lightly scrunching him between her toes.

“Mom I NEED these! I’m gonna see if they’ll let me wear them out!” She said as she began to walk toward the register.

Oh, come on! It felt like Xavier was trapped on some amusement park ride from Hell. Every step sent the boot, along with the foot and puny captive therein, barreling forward before slamming back down with an earth-shattering boom. The heat was already cooking him and the toes he was sandwiched between into a sweat. Out of pure frustration, he pushed against the plump skin all around him. If he could create enough space he might have been able to wriggle his way out. The blonde felt his struggles as an almost imperceptible tickle. She instinctively clenched her toes again to snuff it out. Xavier was simply overpowered. He had no choice but to go limp as he was squelched deeper into the meaty crevice, effectively reduced to living toe jam. The muffled sound of a cash register opening and closing just barely reached his ears. Guess my shift’s getting cut short today…   

It was a slow day in Lunar Fitness Center. The normally crowded facility was sparsely populated, only a few people working with weights or using the cardio machines. Perfect day for a training session! A young gym instructor thought, checking her phone to see it was almost eleven o’clock. 

Nadia grinned as she watched her students trickle in. She loved working with beginners, pushing them to their limit and watching them exceed it. Peering down past her black hoodie, she greeted each of them individually. The smallest members at Lunar Fitness hovered around an eighth of an inch tall and for them a good workout was hard to come by. Always up for a challenge, Nadia had volunteered to set up a weekly class for them. She’d devised special workouts and fashioned training courses for them to use. Today, though, it didn’t look like she’d brought anything. 

“Alright guys. Today we’re gonna do something a little bit different…” Nadia squatted down, her titanic bare legs hovering over the group. She produced a small box from the pocket of her hoodie. Setting it down, she watched with a mischievous grin as her students began to tentatively dig through it. 

“Gecko Gloves?” One student asked, looking up in confusion. Gecko Gloves had been developed as a way for tinies to climb steep surfaces without assistance. Primarily used for labor, they were relatively thin gloves but material could cling to even glass. Their hold only weakened if the surface was wet.

“So here’s the plan, I’m gonna work out for an hour and a half and you guys have to find a way to stay on me!” The Arab instructor announced before standing back up to pull off her hoodie. Underneath was a pastel green sports bra that matched her shorts. She pulled her dark, curly hair into a loose bun. “I’ll give you all five minutes to find somewhere to hang on while I stretch.”

“What workouts are you gonna do?” A young woman asked nervously.

Nadia rolled her eyes with a chuckle. “It’ll ruin the fun if I tell you that!” 

She began doing some light stretches, watching as the tinies began to scale her sneakers. It was genuinely fascinating to watch them find little nooks and crannies to take haven in across her body. A few perched themselves on her knees. Others climbed a bit higher, clinging to her quads for their sheer surface area if nothing else. Nadia gently flexed the muscle underneath, snickering at the sight of birthmark-sized people wobbling on her tanned skin. Most of the class stopped on the cliff face that was her torso. The titanic woman couldn’t help but giggle as one person clambered into her navel. Several climbers found purchase in the grooves between her abdominal muscles while a single maverick made her way around to Nadia’s back, figuring there would be next to no danger there. The most audacious students made the leap from her torso onto her arms, using the thin hairs that sprouted there for added stability. 

“Alright, let’s get going!” Taking a swig from her water bottle, Nadia set a timer on her watch for ninety minutes before heading deeper into the gym.

She decided to start with some light jogging on the treadmill. At least it was light for her. For the tiny climbers, it was like several natural disasters struck at once. Their instructor became an impossibly powerful machine, churning in constant motion. The strength of their gloves was put to the test as her body violently heaved with every footfall. After about ten minutes, she started to work up a sweat. The tinies were forced to try (and fail) to dodge beads of liquid that outsized their bodies. By the end of her warmup most of them weren’t stuck to her skin by their gloves but by perspiration, glued in place beyond their own capacity to break free.

Moving on to the weight section, Nadia followed her run with bicep curls. This proved disastrous for the people clinging to her arms. She did what seemed like endless reps, flattening them between her smooth forearms and the unforgiving hills of muscle that were her biceps.

At one point, she added an overhead press to each curl. She’d raise the dumbbells above her head, and her students were carried into the sky with the motion. They were suddenly thankful for the sweat that kept them all plastered to her arms. All but one. A single unfortunate man peeled off her skin. He clawed uselessly at the slick surface as he slid down the length of her arm, rolling right into her steamy underarm. Stuck like a gnat on fly paper, he could do nothing but brace for impact before she lowered the dumbbells and sealed him into her armpit.

Oblivious to the suffering caused by her workout, Nadia laid on her back to do some leg raises. Everyone on her abdomen fought to find any kind of stability, tumbling helplessly between her abs as her torso tilted with each rep. The wall of chiseled flesh they’d been clinging to had transformed into a roiling field beneath their feet. The person who’d taken refuge in her belly button came to regret that decision as he was squashed by every crunch. She followed that up with another core exercise, a simple plank. Almost everyone on her belly fell to the mat below, each landing with a wet splat. Despite the fall, they were relieved to escape her huge sweltering body. They didn’t have much time to celebrate. Disciplined as she was, Nadia could only hold the plank for so long. The group below her had no way of escaping when she finally collapsed, burying them under a tough, fleshy ceiling.

Nadia rested there, flattening the students under her midriff a bit more with each roaring breath before springing up to her feet. “Time for legs!” She said, walking up to the thigh machine. 

The young woman who’d settled on Nadia’s back had been silently gloating about her smart decision…for the first half of the workout. She’d been relatively secure on the treadmill and during the weightlifting session but things went south during Nadia’s leg raises. The tiny brunette was crushed beneath her the entire time she was on her back. After several agonizing, humid minutes, Nadia stood back up and she had almost no strength left to fight gravity as it dragged her downward. By the time her bubbly instructor reached the thigh machine, she was forced to cling to the waistband of her shorts.

The ponderous sway of Nadia's hips proved to be the girl’s undoing. She yelped as the subtle motion broke her hold on the tight elastic, sending her tumbling down the small of Nadia’s back. There was a bizarre moment of reprieve when she landed on the gentle slope of an immense butt cheek. She had a brief instant to look around. It was like she was stranded on a plush green mountainside. Then another footstep sent her bouncing across the firm yet pliant surface. Nadia didn’t even notice the struggling figure slip into the space between her cheeks, which was unhelpfully accentuated as her shorts rode up.   

Meanwhile, the people stuck to Nadia’s legs watched her set up the thigh machine with dread. They realized their impending peril but were unable to move, condemned to writhe uselessly as she sat down. The mechanism was simple; the user had to bring their legs together against the machine’s resistance. The tinies could only hope that resistance would prove too great for their behemoth trainer…and their hopes went unrealized. 

With a determined huff, Nadia pressed her legs together. Her thighs collided with a barely audible clap and she held the position for a moment before letting the machine push them apart. For those caught in the middle, this gave them an opportunity to survey their gleaming meaty surroundings before the world went black again. Her quads looked smooth and soft but it was clear they were packed with plenty of muscle, most evidently to the people currently enveloped by them.

After fifteen reps, and as many crushing collisions for the helpless souls between her thighs, Nadia’s watch beeped, signaling that the ninety minutes had elapsed. Her muscles were burning and she was too happy to walk over and plop down on an empty mat. She was eager to see how everyone did, having tuned them out during the majority of her workout. She started by surveying the tinies stuck to her legs. She congratulated them on the effort, giving the entire group a final celebratory squish between her quads. The sound of faint groans as she leaned over to peel them off reminded her of the group on her belly. 

“You guys should be pretty clean after chillin’ on this washboard for so long!” She joked, slowly swiping a hand over her abs. The tiny crowd was smeared against her unyielding midriff, only coming free when she finally lifted her palm.

She was about to pinch up the people on her arms when she noticed how toned they looked after all those curls. Gettin’ pretty swole! She flexed, admittedly feeling a wave of satisfaction as the tinies were made to shift with her expanding biceps. A ticklish squirming sensation grabbed her attention. She raised her arm to discover a guy trapped in her armpit! She winced, scraping him off her smooth skin with a fingernail.  “Woof…you’re gonna need an extra long shower after this class, dude.” 

Leaving everyone to hydrate and stretch, Nadia took a moment to do a quick head count. She was startled when she came up one tiny short. Maybe they fell off… Excusing herself from the group with as much discretion as possible, she speed-walked through the gym. She meticulously retraced her steps but couldn’t locate her missing student. She couldn’t have lost someone…right? After scouring everywhere she’d been, she made her way back to the mat and plopped down heavily. With an exasperated sigh, she asked if any of her students had seen their missing classmate.

“I think she was on your back!”

Nadia’s eyes widened and she reached around to blindly paw at her back. Feeling nothing, she swept her hands lower and lower and lower still until- Nadia cringed when she realized where the last person might be. “One sec, guys…” She stood back up awkwardly. Chewing her lip, she held one hand under her butt while pulling at a wedgie she was just noticing with the other. She wilted when something small, damp, and uncomfortably warm dropped into her palm. 

“I’m SO sorry!” Nadia cried, bringing the tiny young woman to her face. She looked relatively unharmed but Nadia was kicking herself for her absentmindedness. How long had she been walking around with an entire person wedged in her crack?? The girl would certainly quit the class after that. She might even try to get her fired from the gym! Nadia held her breath, waiting for the indignant rant she was sure was coming and, frankly, felt she deserved. 

To her shock, the girl just gave a shaky thumbs up. “I- I’m…good…” She shouted up between labored breaths. “Next week can we go over lower body stuff? I gotta know your glute workout.”

Nadia almost fainted in relief. “You got it!”      

“I think the starter needs to be replaced but otherwise everything looks good!” Alex called from the cabin. Out on the deck, his twin sister Kat was surveying the water. The weather was perfect. Sunlight glittered on the surface, so still it almost looked like glass. Kat didn’t trust it. 

“We should start heading back.” The 22-year-old said, looking around anxiously. “We’ve already been out here too long.” 

The third of the troupe spun around to face her, looking dismayed. “Too long?? We just got here!” Their younger brother, Will, had been leaning over the railing to take in the view. “I haven’t even gotten in the water yet!” 

“You’re not getting in the water, dumdum. We came here to test the boat, not mess around.” Kat was eager to leave, more than satisfied with the excursion. The trio had spent the last six months of the year refurbishing an old cabin cruiser and had just successfully taken it out to sea for the first time. She was about to tell Alex to start the engine when a deep, sonorous sound cut through the muggy summer air.

Genevieve hummed merrily as she walked out onto the patio. It was a gorgeous July afternoon. Her husband was out for the day and the kids had gone to visit friends. For once, she’d have the pool all to herself. The Korean woman grinned, setting her towel on one of the deck chairs before turning toward the water. Never too old for a good cannonball… 

A blur of beige and crimson was the only warning the tinies got before the sea exploded. Whatever (or more accurately, whoever) had plummeted from the sky almost hit the boat. Huge droplets of water rained everywhere, battering the roof of the cabin and directly hitting Kat and Will several times. The pair slid helplessly across the deck as the explosion of waves and bubbles threatened to capsize them.

“What the hell was that!?” Alex shouted, hanging onto the wheel just to keep himself upright. His siblings were trying to make their way to the safety of the cabin, drenched but thankfully still aboard. 

An enormous figure burst out of the water, dangerously close to the trio’s vessel. Deep as it may have been to them, the pool was about waist-high to this behemoth. The boat bobbed in the shadow of a soft-looking midsection, so large it walled off their view of the horizon. A satisfied sigh came from above as she whipped the water from her dark brown hair. From their position on the deck, Kat and Will could look up and see the gigantic Asian woman’s upper body stretch into the heavens. They were frozen, watching hundreds of gallons of water cascade down acres of smooth skin. Thankfully, they were momentarily safe from being spotted. The overhang of her chest kept the entire boat out of her eyeline. It was so large they couldn’t see the sun past her red bikini top. 

“I thought you said nobody was home!” Kat hissed at her younger brother. 

“Their cars were both gone!” Will said. He’d been sent ahead to make sure their neighbors weren’t home to catch them during the unauthorized excursion. “I made sure nobody was here!”

“Evidently fucking not because Mrs. Cho almost just drowned us!”

Genevieve breathed deeply, simply enjoying the serenity of solitude in the pool. In the warmth of the afternoon the water was an oasis. I should’ve brought something to drink… She thought, suddenly craving a Mimosa. She was about to wade over to the edge of the pool when she noticed the boat. 

“What on Earth?” She mused, leaning down to inspect the little thing. It almost looked like a toy until she got a closer look, and spotted a pair of teeny redheaded figures scrambling around on the deck. Tinies? Just before Genevieve got it in her mind to confront them, she heard the engine start. The boat zipped off before she could get a word in. “Hey!”

“Hold on!” Alex pushed the throttle to its limit, looking back to see their gigantic neighbor fade into the distance with an indignant gasp. 

After a few seconds of determined wading in pursuit, Genevieve almost smacked herself on the forehead. You’re big, they're tiny. She thrust herself forward, coming to the obvious conclusion that she could outswim their boat. 

While it was just a light swim for the normal-sized woman, the turmoil she churned up nearly caused the boat to capsize again. Kat had made it back to the cabin but Will was still on the deck when the waves started picking up. The hardwood pitched beneath his feet and despite his best efforts, Will was tossed overboard. His older siblings cried out simultaneously as he disappeared into the deep. Alex tried to steer the boat back to go after him but the force of Genevieve’s movements was too great and the current drove them farther apart.

Genevieve surfaced with a scowl. “Come here!” She said, reaching down for the tiny craft. Her hand had almost closed around it when she noticed some movement in the water out of the corner of her eye. A pale figure was floating a few inches in the other direction. She felt a twinge of guilt when she saw him struggling in the waves she’d created, realizing she must have knocked him in. Instead of pursuing the boat, she carefully scooped the boy up in one hand and gave him a quick look over. Once she confirmed he was unharmed, she tucked him into her bandeau top for safekeeping before resuming the chase.

Kat and Alex had stopped the attempt to flee, trying to turn back for their imperiled brother, but Genevieve’s waves carried them away from her body. At the same time, she was moving slower in pursuit to keep from buffeting the vessel too much. This resulted in an awkward slow-speed chase that lasted entirely too long for both parties involved. Just when she got close enough to grab for the boat she flinched abruptly, fighting a giggle.

Will had no idea he’d just saved his siblings. He had been trying to squeeze his way out of Genevieve’s top, a hopeless effort. Her bikini was strapless, held up entirely by its tightness around her chest. From the waist down he was trapped between the garment and the heaving mass of flesh it contained. The 19-year-old couldn’t help but notice the sheer heft of all the slippery skin weighing against his back. He had barely managed to get his hips free when he unintentionally tickled her with his struggling. Her laughter was enough to cause the boat to drift away. The half-inch redhead had no chance to escape as the Asian woman pinched him up.

“What do you think you’re doing!” She fought to regain her composure, forcing a frown. “Do you know how dangerous it is for someone as little as you in open water like this? Stay put before you fall in again!” To limit distractions and keep the young man out of trouble, she shoved him into her cleavage.

A whirlwind of conflicting feelings swirled in Will’s head as he was buried between a pair of breasts that dwarfed their boat; frustration, panic, claustrophobia. Any hope he had of freedom was dashed when Genevieve’s fingertips abandoned him deep in the fleshy ravine. The pool water didn’t help matters. Every time she exhaled he slipped lower, and the squishy weight all around him increased just a bit. In an act of useless defiance, he shoved the house-sized boob at his front. His eyes widened at the way his hands sunk into all that tender skin. He gave it another tentative push with a grin. Maybe this isn’t so ba-! A sudden surge of pressure from both sides all but squashed any horny thoughts right out of the teenager’s mind.

Adjusting her bust with a light squeeze, Genevieve decided she’d had enough. She chased down the boat with purpose and easily snatched up the entire thing. Tilting it over her free hand, she shook the little vessel until its two remaining crew members fell into her palm.

“Anything to say for yourselves?” She brought them close to her face to hear their response. Alex and Kat tried to edge away from her mouth, which loomed alarmingly close. Her full lips parted, though thankfully only to reprimand them further. “Perhaps I should call the police, let them know I’ve caught some trespassers!”

“Please don’t, Mrs. Cho!” Alex cried out. “We didn’t come here to cause any trouble!”

“Then why did you sneak into my pool?”

“We’re here to test our boat!” Kat cut in. “Your pool is the only safe place to do it. All the public pools are too crowded this time of the year and besides, yours is way closer!”

Genevieve wavered a bit, considering her reasoning. “You still could’ve sailed your little boat somewhere else…I think there’s a pond not too far from here.”

“That’d be way too dangerous! We can’t control the elements and if a fish or something came after us…” The tiny girl trailed off, shuddering.

Despite her best efforts, Genevieve couldn’t stop her expression from softening. It was impossible not to feel some sympathy for the would-be sailors. It didn’t help that they weren't much older than her own children. She considered the size of her family’s pool and how often it went unused. Well…it’s not like they’re really hurting anything…  

“I understand you all wanted to sail but that doesn’t excuse trespassing! And taking a boat out unsupervised is still dangerous even in an empty pool!” She sighed at their dejected looks. “But…if someone’s here to watch you, I guess there isn’t any reason to kick you out.” She gently set the boat back in the water. The tiny pair practically groveled in thanks, so over the top she barely kept herself from cooing. 

“Next time you want to use the pool, call ahead first!” She lightly admonished before setting them on the deck. Genevieve had expected them to speed off but was confused to find they just stared up expectantly. “Umm... Do you two need anything else?” 

After some awkward stammering from Alex, Kat rolled her eyes. “Our brother, Will, Mrs. Cho. He’s still in your top.”

“Oh, right!” Genevieve had to fish around a bit before she recovered the forgotten sibling. She held the boy just below her nose, noting his face was about as red as her swimsuit. “You’re free to go, young man. Next time think twice before you go swimming without a lifeguard on duty!” She reunited Will with his older siblings, and shortly after the boat darted away across the pool’s surface. Content to supervise from a safe distance, Genevieve waded over to ease herself into a nearby innertube. Even after all the fuss, there was still plenty of time to enjoy a lazy afternoon.

“You want some?” Morgan said, unwrapping a granola bar. She broke off as small a piece as she could, offering it to the tiny figure standing on the table below.

“No thanks.” Nathan waved off the crumb, which was almost the size of his head. “Gotta stay light to smoke the competition!”

Morgan chuckled at her teammate’s false bravado through her own mouthful. The pair were where they usually hung out at meets: the refreshment table. They’d been stretching and hydrating, waiting for their respective events. Morgan had just finished the long jump and Nathan was waiting to take part in the 100-meter dash. One of only five tinies on the Fairmount College track team, he was eager to prove his mettle again.

Across the field, runners from opposing schools were clustered, getting ready to compete. One such team was Garnet Valley University, Fairmount’s archrival. A pair of sprinters had broken off from their group, shielding their eyes from the sun as they surveyed the other teams.

“Look at FC hogging the refreshment table.” Taylor said flippantly. 

Kelsey followed her gaze and sneered. “It’s that long jumper girl. Bet she’s chatting it up with her itty bitty bestie.”

“He’s actually really fast for a tiny. Dude kills ours at every meet.”

“I know,” Kelsey mused,  twirling a lock of auburn hair around her finger. She glanced down at her friend’s broad hips. “It’d be a shame if he missed his race…” 

Nathan and Morgan were watching the shot put when Taylor and Kelsey walked up. Morgan scowled, recognizing the pair in their burgundy and white uniforms immediately. Nathan simply backed away from the edge of the table, trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible.

“Heeey!” Kelsey sang as she grabbed a paper cup from the table and filled it with water. “Maddie, right?”

The shorter girl crossed her arms distrustfully. “It’s Morgan…”

“Right, Morgan! Sorry, I’m like such a ditz,” Kelsey sized her up, putting on an impressed expression. “You been working out since the last meet? You look great! I mean, the thighs are still kinda thunderous but ya need it for the power, right?”

Morgan’s face began to redden. “Yeah, turns out you need a strong lower body to be a long jumper…”

“I know but gosh, it's honestly amazing! The way you’re able to jump so far with that absolute dump truck behind you!” 

Kelsey continued needling Morgan and, ever the hothead, Morgan fell right into the trap. Kelsey gradually moved to Morgan’s left, subtly drawing her attention away from Taylor and Nathan’s direction. Taylor kept her eyes on the bickering pair and pointedly, never acknowledged the tiny sprinter. After grabbing her own cup of water, she casually moved to sit on the table.

Nathan was keenly watching the war of words unfold when a cloud passed overhead. It was a cloud, right? When he chanced a peek skyward, his jaw dropped. A ceiling of dark brown flesh was scrolling overhead. It was instantly clear what he was looking at as it jiggled into position. Despite their antagonism, he couldn’t deny that Kelsey and Taylor were both incredibly attractive. Kelsey was tall and lithe, with a thick head of auburn hair that always caught his eye even from across the track. Taylor had a curvy lower half, even more developed by her constant training. She had thick, powerful thighs and a butt he was ashamed to admit he’d glanced at more than a few times. The same butt which was currently positioning itself over the table…and Nathan. 

“H-hey! Watch out, I’m down here!” He shouted, scrambling backward. His words went unheeded, drowned out by Morgan and Kelsey’s exponentially louder squabbling.

It was like the sky fell. Nathan threw up his hands in defense, to no avail. He was flattened under a mountain of fat and muscle. His position beneath Taylor left him directly under her rotund left cheek. Dark skin flooded all the space around his body, creating an almost vacuum-tight seal. Not too far away, he could sense the presence of her buns, a massive field of burgundy fabric that had ridden up between her glutes.

Taylor shifted her weight, trying to tell if she’d caught Nathan. It was a bit difficult to find something so small beneath a booty she’d be the first to acknowledge was pretty huge. It wasn’t until Taylor had concentrated on a tiny lump between her skin and table that she was able to confirm she’d captured their target. She gave Kelsey a subtle nod. 

“Well, good luck!” Kelsey broke off the interaction abruptly, flashing Morgan a blinding white smile.

Before the pair could leave, an event photographer came up to the refreshment table. “Picture for the paper?”

“Sure!” Kelsey threw one arm around an appalled Morgan and the other around Taylor, who was still sitting on the table.

After a minute or so of awkward grinning, Kelsey and Taylor returned to their GVU’s spot on the field. Nathan was thankful when he felt the giant girl’s weight lift off the table. He was decidedly less thankful when he found his body was being peeled away with it. The warmth and tackiness of her skin combined with the several tons of pressure he’d been under left him firmly embedded in the meat of her cheek. He was stuck to the inner curve, dangerously close to being swallowed up with her briefs. If anyone glanced at Taylor’s swaying rear (and Nate was sure at least a few people would,) they’d almost certainly miss his puny form. He managed to peel his face away from her warm skin and stare out at the world behind. Far in the distance, he could make out a fuming Morgan. She seemed to have forgotten all about him. 

Once they were back with their team, Taylor took a moment to adjust her buns. She swept her fingers along the stretchy edges of the garment, prying its fabric out from her crack. From Nathan’s perspective, it was a rapidly expanding wave of darkness. There was little he could do but watch as she undid her wedgie, casting his entire world in shadow. Before he could even cry out, Taylor let her buns snap against her butt and he was pinned face first into her cheek yet again.

The giant pair stretched, making unassuming smalltalk until Taylor got called for the 400-meter hurdles. “Good luck, Tay!” With a wicked grin, Kelsey gave her an encouraging pat on the butt. Nathan didn't know what hit him. An ungodly powerful force slammed into his elastic prison, ramming into his back and plowing him bodily into Taylor’s cushiony glute.

When Taylor lined up in the starting position, she was briefly worried her tiny captive might become a distraction during the race. At least he won’t fall out on the track. She thought, running a hand over the cheek he was plastered against. Once she heard the gun, he was completely out of her mind. She powered down the track, leaping each hurdle with ease. The muscles in her thick legs took on an almost machine-like efficiency as she pulled ahead of the field.

Nathan had the least desirable seat to experience Taylor’s dominant display. The perspiration that had kept him adhered to her skin was broken almost immediately when she began running. As the enormous athlete sprinted down the track, it was almost like Nathan was trapped in a bouncy castle. Except instead of jumping around under his own will, he was being violently thrown by the impossible power of every bound. At any given instant he was either crashing into the stretchy wall created by her briefs, sinking into the firm flesh of an enormous buttock, or careening through the humid air between the two. 

It only got worse as the race went on. Every time Taylor vaulted over a hurdle her buns rode up a bit more. Nathan didn’t notice at first but his world slowly began to draw tighter and tighter. By the time she reached the final stretch, her buns had once more become wedged between her cheeks. This spelled disaster for Nathan. He was dragged into her crack by the bunched-up cloth. Buried in a seemingly endless cleft of brown flesh, he could only endure in stuffy jiggling darkness until she crossed the finish line.

Taylor finished in first place by a significant margin. She grinned wide as she high-fived her coaches before jogging over to Kelsey, who applauded her performance. They sat together in the grass, watching as the tinies lined up for the 100-meter dash.  

“Huh, the guy from FC isn’t there.” Kelsey said with a smirk.

“Guess he couldn’t make it.” Taylor shrugged.

The tiny 100-meter came and went. Due to Nathan’s absence another tiny from Fairmount was forced to take part in the race, finishing fourth. GVU’s tiny runner finished first. Kelsey and Taylor were observing from the sidelines when Morgan stormed over.

“Have either of you seen Nathan?” The brunette demanded, clearly flustered after what must’ve been a stressful few minutes. 

“Nathan?” Kelsey asked, feigning complete ignorance.

“My friend. We’ve been looking for him for twenty minutes!” 

Both girls simply shrugged. Taylor’s face lit up with a theory. “Maybe he had to run to the bathroom! It probably takes him a super long time to get there.”

“Did you check your shoes?” Kelsey cut in. “They’re pretty easy to miss way down on the ground.”  

“Or maybe he was walking to the track and got lost in the grass?”

“Oh, you guys were at the refreshment table right? What if he fell in someone’s cup! Ya know, one time my cousin ordered a smoothie and this tiny cashier-”

“STOP!” Morgan shrieked, cutting off their ridiculous theories. “I know he’s with you two.”

The agitated long jumper pulled over the photographer from earlier. Morgan had her bring up the picture of the trio. It showed the three normal-sized runners, with Taylor on the table and Nathan notably absent. Kelsey and Taylor squinted at the picture for a few seconds before looking back up to Morgan with exaggerated looks of confusion.

Morgan sighed. “He was standing on the table before you came over. She sat on the table. After you left, he was gone…”

Kelsey gasped theatrically. “You don’t think??” Making a show of it, the redhead leaned down to inspect her teammate’s rear.

Taylor got in on the act, looking over her shoulder. She bobbed on the balls of her feet, causing her cheeks to wobble. “T-there’s no way! I definitely would have felt him back there, right?”

“I dunno, Tay. He’s pretty teeny…” Kelsey gave her friend’s backside a concerned squeeze.

“Just check!” Morgan demanded frantically.

With a sigh, Taylor reached around her back. After a few tortured moments, she produced a minute, damp figure. “Oh my GOD!”

“No way!” Kelsey leaned in to observe the battered tiny. “I didn’t even see him on the table!”

“I’m so sorry, it was totally an accident!” Taylor held out her hand, earnestly offering Nathan back to his disgusted teammate. She fought a grin as Morgan reached out reluctantly to pinch him up. “If you guys hurry he can still make it for the relay!”

Morgan followed her gaze. In the distance, the meet coordinators were setting up for the tiny 4 × 100. She held Nathan up to her face. “You think you’re good to race?” 

“Y-yeah, don’t worry.” He said, still getting his bearings. “Just get me over there. I got this!”

“Okay, just…let me rinse you off first.”

“Ugh…” Miranda woke with a groan, immediately feeling a stiffness in her neck. You gotta be kidding. She'd actually fallen asleep on her textbook. After a few drowsy moments, she sat up and was grossed out when the page came with her. 

Ew… She peeled the historical text off her cheek, cringing at her own half-dried drool. 

Miranda stood from her desk and stretched. The better part of last night had been spent studying for her final with a few classmates. They'd gone past midnight, and her whole body was stiff after spending all that time hunched over her desk. Scratching at her exposed navel, her thoughts drifted to the three partners she’d been working with. She shrugged after a moment. They must've gotten a ride home.

If Miranda had a rough night's sleep, Tyler's was downright miserable. He'd been walking along the pages of her textbook last night as she read. Taking notes is slow going when you're a quarter of an inch tall. He’d been so exhausted he didn't realize Miranda was dozing off until it was too late. One moment Tyler was rubbing his own heavy eyelids the next he was flattened, pinned beneath the plush skin of the enormous brunette's cheek. 

Over the next several hours, he’d drifted in and out of sleep. Her skin was smooth and warm but it was anything but a comfortable experience. He couldn't get more than a few minutes of shut-eye before a particularly resonant snore or a sudden surge of drool would jar him awake. 

Tyler had no way of knowing it was morning until his world was rattled by a yawn louder than a foghorn. He was relieved when Miranda sat up and he was no longer mashed into the page, though he was immediately blinded as sunlight streamed in through a distant window. After a moment his eyes adjusted and he found himself stuck to the girl’s cheek. He was near the corner of her mouth, close enough to flinch at the overwhelming smell of morning breath.

Miranda brushed some dark brown hair out of her eyes as she trudged over to the fridge. She smacked her lips, peering inside for something to eat.

“Miranda! Hey!” Layla was shouting as loud as she could but the hum of the fridge was enough to drown her out. She was clinging to the thin gold necklace that Miranda wore. Her efforts to climb up to the larger woman's ear had been thwarted when she woke up. Now she could only hold on for dear life as Miranda lumbered through her dorm. The necklace bounced gently against her modest chest, though it was an entire mountainside to Layla. 

She was dangling by her collarbone when Miranda leaned down to reach into the fridge. Layla let out a yelp as the necklace swung back and forth, threatening to send her plummeting to the floor below. When she finally lost her grip luck was on her side. Layla landed on the relatively stable ridge of Miranda's clavicle as she stood back up.

Miranda sighed, grabbing for a carton of orange juice. Need to pick up food later. She considered grabbing a cup before shrugging and raising the whole carton to her lips. Some juice ran down her cheek as she quenched her thirst.

From Tyler's perspective, she was gulping down a lake’s worth of citrus. It suddenly felt like he was a little too close to her lips for comfort. Before he could even start looking for a way down, a stream escaped from the corner of her mouth. Still glued in place by dried drool, all he could do was watch as it flooded toward him. He squeezed his eyes shut upon impact but it still stung. The cascade of juice washed over his tiny body, and before he knew it he was being carried away with the current.

Layla had only just managed to get her footing. Her back was pressed against the pale skin at the base of Miranda's neck. It was like standing on the edge of a living, breathing cliff. All she could hear was the humbling sound of hundreds of gallons of orange juice rushing down behind her. At least, that was all she could hear until a faint cry rang out from above.

“What the-” She looked up in time to see a rivulet of juice run down the giant sophomore's chin. As if guided by fate, the ominous droplet at the end ran out of momentum directly overhead. There was no time to flee. The golf cart-sized drop of orange juice raced down to drench Layla. She didn't realize Tyler had been inside until he slammed into her.

The tiny pair skittered down the center of Miranda's chest. Despite their best efforts, the steep angle and dampness of the juice made it impossible to slow their descent. With all the grace of a few wayward crumbs, Layla and Tyler slipped beneath the neckline of her t-shirt. Sunlight filtered through the white fabric, allowing them to catch brief glimpses of the crevasse they were tumbling toward. The flesh they were sliding down became softer as they bounced into the depths of her bra.

“Oof!” Layla crashed roughly into the floor created by the center of the enormous undergarment. She looked around, feeling as if she'd dropped into some otherworldly ravine. It was humid and dark and the omnipresent smell of sweat made it abundantly clear that Miranda hadn't showered since the day prior. A soft thud nearby alerted her to Tyler's landing.

Miranda's every movement, every breath sent them tumbling around inside her shirt. In the dim light, all either tiny could see was a wall of cloth to their front and two hulking masses of flesh on either side (though at normal size Miranda wasn't especially well-endowed.) They were forced to huddle against her sternum for stability.

“I guess there's worse ways to start the morning.” Tyler said flatly, earning a punch in the arm.

“Mmm…” Miranda licked at the corner of her mouth, wiping the underside of her chin with the back of her hand. She walked back over to her desk and picked up her phone before sitting in her computer chair.

“C'mon, just look down!” Amelia had spent the last several minutes climbing onto the screen of Miranda's phone. She stood atop the glass expanse, hoping she'd be noticed by the approaching titan. She waved for her bleary-eyed classmate’s attention and for a moment, it seemed like she’d caught her eye. As it turned out, Miranda wasn't looking at her but the phone itself. She picked up the reflective landmass with ease, sending Amelia sliding down its surface. Her fall was mercifully short. She landed in a heap on a rolling hillscape of black fabric.

The tiny student looked up in time to see Miranda turn her back. Her sky was dominated by the presence of a curvy rear, angling overhead like some gigantic jiggling glacial structure. She realized with a gasp that she'd landed on the cushion of a computer chair. The last thing she had a chance to comprehend was the floral print of Miranda’s leggings. Not a second later she was crushed. Two vast, soft worlds collided. Miranda’s ass sunk into the cushion, sealing Amelia into suffocating darkness.

If there was a more demoralizing fate, she couldn't imagine it. She was smothered beneath a butt cheek, lost to the outside world. Miranda's rear was more flesh and muscle than fat but there was no meaningful difference for the speck of a girl beneath her. An ungodly amount of booty strained against her leggings, seemingly intent on swallowing Amelia into its mass. She nearly wept with joy when Miranda shifted her weight. For an instant, she had just enough space to breathe, writhing on the cratered cushion. “Thank FUCK! Get your fat ass off-”

Miranda dropped back into her chair after scooting forward a bit. She adjusted an itch in her bra as she started scrolling social media. Glancing down at her textbook, she grimaced at the thought of her final. Her mind momentarily drifted to her classmates. She briefly considered setting up another study session before nudging the book aside with an elbow. Eh, I'll check in with them later…