A day in the shrunken life was fairly laidback for Ryan, if not a little bit boring. He sat on his sister’s couch, watching a backlog of hospital dramas on his phone as he sat and waited for his keeper to return. Occasionally he would get up and stroll around the seat cushion, keeping his legs limber and checking the distance down to the floor. After a few hours of solitude, he was feeling grateful that Amanda had suggested the accessibility gear. Being in the apartment alone like this made him feel as though he were trapped on a deserted island, although reality was far less dramatic.
After about three hours of binge watching, Ryan decided to try something else to occupy his mind for a little while. He began to walk his way from one end of the couch to the other. It was a moderate walk, comparable to taking a short stroll around a couple city blocks. The real challenge came when he was forced to cross over the ravine between each of the three cushions on the couch. The gap itself wasn’t overly wide. In fact, Ryan could pretty easily clear it without needing to increase his speed very much. However, the edges of each springy foam cushion were rounded, making it a bit tricky to stick the landing without stumbling backwards. But with nothing else to do, he managed to get a bit of practice in by the time that Amanda returned from her morning classes.
“Hey dude.” The giantess said, throwing open the door and strolling inside with a speed that still seemed uncannily fast for a creature of her immense size.
“Sup. How was class?” He asked awkwardly as the gargantuan blonde approached the couch to take his bathroom bucket. Thankfully though, Amanda didn’t seem at all phased by the idea of needing to change her tiny brother’s bathroom.
“Eh, ya know. It’s school. My Tuesday and Thursday morning schedule is mostly just boring requirement stuff. Math and English.” She said, striding out of the room and running the bottlecap under the kitchen tap. Ryan watched silently as she began rummaging through her refrigerator and some nearby cupboards. After seven or eight minutes Amanda returned to the living room, her hands full of goodies. Beside Ryan, she placed a paper towel upon which she set two peanut butter and cheddar cracker sandwiches, a favorite of theirs from childhood that she still let stocked as a treat. Before the tiny man could dig in, the giantess pressed her thumb firmly in the center of each cracker, instantly crushing through it, leaving cracker shards and peanut butter scattered across the paper towel. She repeated this measure a couple of times for good measure, ensuring that Ryan had enough appropriately sized chunks to work with.
Once her brother was taken care of, Amanda plopped down heavily on the couch and quickly began to dig into her own lunch. Ryan couldn’t help but keep his eyes glued to Amanda’s tight fitting jeans as her ass crashed into the couch like a meteor. Again he found himself needing to shake these odd, unwanted thoughts from his mind.
“So, how was your morning?” Amanda asked, skewering a large mouthful of salad into her mouth as she turned to look at her miniscule sibling.
“Eh, it was alright. Watched a bunch of TV until I got bored.” He answers honestly. “Then I wound up doing some laps around the couch. Ya know, getting a little exercise.”
Amanda smiled and nodded her head, mouth stuffed with leafy greens, veggies and a sizeable chunk of hard boiled egg. “Niiice. Way to be responsible little bro. Gotta keep active.” She said, nodding her head enthusiastically. Ryan on the other hand, was too caught up by something she had said to even acknowledge the praise.
“Little bro?” He asked, slightly annoyed. “I’m older than you are.” Amanda gave him a bit of side eye and a small smirk.
“C’mon, you’re not gonna make me say it, are you?” She said with a sly smile. Ryan had to bite his tongue. Obviously he didn’t need to actually acknowledge the five hundred ton elephant in the room, but still, to hear his kid sister call him “little bro” felt like an insult on a scale he had never before experienced.
“I’m your BIG brother. I will… forever and always… be ready to kick your ass.” Ryan said semi-playfully. Obviously he was speaking with nothing but pure bravado, but for the sake of his still wounded ego he hoped that Amanda would yield to his older brother status.
“You’re welcome to try.” She joked, leaning to the side and presenting her massive round butt towards her tiny brother. Ryan silently cursed himself, turning away and focusing instead on his crackers. It was like he was fucking asking for it.
Amanda shrugged as her brother suddenly dropped the argument. For a second, she felt a bit bad about it. Obviously she wasn’t going to sit on him, just like he wouldn’t ever actually lay a finger on her. But she realized that her competitive nature might have blinded her to the fact that Ryan’s shrunken pride was probably still a bit hurt from his massive change in perspective. She shook her head as she settled back into her seat normally and continued to work through her cobb salad. “Whatever.” She thought to herself. She was probably overthinking things anyways.
“Shit, I’ve gotta go.” Amanda declared, leaping off of the couch as she noticed the time. She quickly tossed her tupperware into the sink as she raced back towards the door. “I’ll be back in a few hours. Catch you later!” She shouted just before the door slammed shut loudly. And just like that Ryan was on his own again. Thankfully now he had something to snack on while he went back to watching shows on his phone.
Like before, Ryan started to watch his ER drama shows, killing another hour or so before he started to get bored again. Searching for something new to occupy his mind, he briefly wished that he was still able to play his video games. There were a few new games out that he finally had the damn time to play, but now he couldn’t wrap his hands around the goddamn controller.
“Fuckin bullshit.” Ryan muttered to himself. In the middle of his silent temper tantrum, a sudden realization hit him. If he couldn’t play the game, then maybe he could watch someone else play it. He closed the video player and navigated over to the app Store on the phone and downloaded the Streamz app.
After getting his account made, Ryan was faced with a cascade of different streaming options, people playing countless different video games, people just sitting there and talking about random bullshit and then there were the tons and tons of hot women who appeared to be there just to siphon money off of horny and lonely jagoffs who had nothing better to do with their time or money.
He began typing the name of the video game into the search bar, prompting a series of dozens of different streamers to pop onto the screen. He began scrolling through the colorful list of thumbnails and titles like “Lets Play” and “Walkthrough.” He had no idea how many streams he had passed in just the minute or so of scrolling, but he eventually happened upon a title that caught his attention. “Tiny Streamer plays Call of the Gunslinger,” was seemingly fortuitous enough to get Ryan to click on the video.
Upon opening the stream, Ryan was treated to a fairly normal looking setup. MightyMoe, was the moniker that the stream had chosen. A seemingly ordinary man, probably in his mid to late thirties sitting at a computer setup, his camera view superimposed over a display of the video game that he was currently playing. However in the background of his camera feed, Ryan could see what looked like the side of a gargantuan running shoe, with the Badidas apparel company’s logo in plain view. He wondered if that was just a normal sneaker and this guy was, in fact, tiny.
“Hey bardo547, thanks so much for the bytes my guy, much appreciated.” The streamer said as a small animation played out on the bottom of the screen. A sixteen bit drawing of Moe appeared standing atop a skyscraper dressed as a superhero, before quickly zooming out to show said skyscraper at the foot of a similarly rendered woman who lifted her foot only to stomp on the building. While beautifully animated, Ryan couldn’t help but feel sensitive to a depiction of a tiny person getting stomped on.
“Hey, Laz, welcome back my man. Glad to see you here.” Moe said cheerily, breaking Ryan from his funk. “Thanks for the resub bro, always nice to see an OG.”
Ryan’s eye was drawn to a flashing button just below the video feed. It seemed as though supporters could opt in to spend some cash in order to grab their streamers attention for a moment, make themselves known to all those who were watching. Before today, Ryan likely would’ve never entertained the idea of just giving over his money to some stranger to watch him play video games, but right now there was just something so appealing about the idea of being acknowledged, even if it was just for a moment. He clicked on the button, pushing past all the verification screens as he sent a five dollar subscription to this stranger.
“Heyo, Ryguy95, alright, thanks for the subscription my man. First time viewer too, alright, let’s show some love in the chat.” Moe said just as a cascade of different dancing graphics and welcoming messages flooded across the screen. Instantly Ryan felt almost immediately overwhelmed by the kindness on display by perfect strangers.
“Glad to have you Ryguy. What brings you to the stream today?” Moe asked, his eyes still glued to the display before him. Ryan was a bit caught off guard by this. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting out of this whole ordeal, but it certainly wasn’t this.
“Been wanting to see call of gunslinger.” He typed into the chat. “Was going to play it myself, but I shrunk yesterday.”
What the hell was he thinking? Why in the fuck was he telling his personal business to random fucking strangers on the internet? Did he really need to vent that fucking badly?
“Oh dude. I am sorry to hear that.” Moe said sincerely, turning his attention from the screen to look directly into the camera. “I know the stress that comes with that, my man, all too well. In fact, a lot of us do. So here’s my promise to you. Six days a week, for six hours a day, we’re here for you. Myself and the rest of the Moejestic are here to remind you that the world out there… ain’t so big. So welcome my friend, welcome.”
Ryan felt a slight quiver in his lower lip as he began to watch different stories of other people’s first days of being shrunken. They began sharing funny anecdotes that turned into discussions about different tiny accommodations and resources. For the time being, Ryan was content to just sit and observe, chiming in occasionally if he was asked a direct question. But for the first time since shrinking, Ryan felt sort of… normal.
Later that evening, long after he had stopped watching the MightyMoe stream, the small man was lazily dozing against the warm screen of his phone. Ryan very nearly jumped out of his own skin as the sound of the door bursting open preceded the return of his giantess sister. The titanic blonde stepped inside the room and it was immediately apparent that she was both physically and mentally drained. She carelessly tossed her workout bag and her backpack down to the ground, the dull thud of her cleats echoing across the living room. For a moment, Ryan almost felt bad for her. He remembered his own collegiate days and coming home from class, literally the only thing he wanted was to grab a nap. And he wasn’t even on a sports team like Amanda was. He couldn’t imagine how depleted she must feel.
“Hey Mands, tough practice?” He asked as the giantess slowly and silently shuffled her way towards the couch. Amanda let out a small grunt of affirmation as she reached up to remove her hair tie, providing some very much needed relief to her sore scalp. Up close, Ryan could now see just how truly sweaty his giantess sister was now. Since she had been wearing a totally different outfit when she left, Ryan had no frame of reference from which he could judge this particular practice t-shirt. However, as she reached up to undo her hair tie, he could now see the more deeply concentrated pockets of sweat that had collected in her underarms, creating deep, dark gray patches in her pits. This realization was quickly compounded by the wet vacuum sound that occurred as Amanda peeled the damp shirt away from her body, leaving her dressed in nothing but a sports bra and a pair of short black spandex shorts. Ryan watched the subtle movements of her well defined musculature as she discarded her shirt back by the door alongside her bags.
“Jesus Christ.” Ryan thought to himself. Without a shirt on, Amanda was now revealing to her tiny brother the fact that she had a fairly well defined set of abs. Ryan wasn’t the type to feel negatively about his own body, perhaps aside from the fact that he was now doll sized, but seeing his little sister with a set of defined abs definitely made him instinctively reach down and squeeze the tiny bit of paunch he had put on in the last few months.
“Mmmmm, tired.” Amanda said, collapsing towards the still occupied couch and snapping Ryan out of his fugue state. “Scooch over.”
“Hey! I was here first!” Ryan pouted, standing his ground as the giantess paused her descent, preparing to lie face down on the couch. She let out a heavy sigh and stared at him for a long, quiet second before she just shrugged her shoulders.
“Suit yourself.” She said flatly, lowering herself further and collapsing onto the leather cushions of the sofa. Ryan squeaked out another loud complaint as he realized that she wasn't bluffing and began to retreat to safety. He managed to avoid being squashed into the seat by her chest, just narrowly lunging out from beneath her collarbone as she drowsily began to shut her eyes.
“What the hell Amanda?” He snaps, annoyed as he felt the need to immediately retreat from the wall of intense heat and pungent stink of sweat that radiated from her body. He couldn’t believe how cavalier she was being. Granted this was her house and he was a guest, but did that give her a right to just squash him whenever she felt the desire? “You’re friggin covered in sweat. You need a shower.”
Amanda simply groaned and pushed her face deeper into the couch. “Mmmmmm later. Just need to rest for a second.” She said drearily. Not satisfied with that answer, Ryan walked up closer to the giantess’ face, poking the tip of her nose gently in an effort to irritate her into action.
“Hey! C’mon. Get up. You stink!” He said truthfully. The massive woman’s eyes opened slightly with a scowl. Annoyed by her brother’s increased pestering, Amanda stuck a hand under her body and dragged two fingers through her cleavage, coating them in a thin sheen of sweat. A wry smile forms on Amanda’s face as she reaches forward and poking Ryan in the stomach and knocking him onto his ass. Immediately after coming into contact with his tissue paper toga, the sweat from Amanda’s fingers gets rapidly absorbed, drastically deteriorating the structural integrity of the makeshift garment.
“HEY HEY HEY! What the fuck?!” Ryan shouted, trying to reel back away from the sweaty finger. As he tried to scramble backwards his outfit began to come apart, leaving him nearly naked and covered in bits of wet tissue.
“Oh relax, it's just some boob sweat.” Amanda sighed, her eyes closed as she began to quietly snooze on the couch. The miniature man was left to stew quietly as the monotonous snoring of his giantess sister droned on in the background. Ryan wanted to step forward and deny his sister the comfort of her nap, however as he stepped forward the giantess released a heavy sigh from her mouth. The whipping wind from her sigh tore apart the remainder of Ryan’s tattered robes, leaving him fully nude on the sofa. This extra indignity removed the last bit of resistance from the miniature man’s spirit. Defeated, Ryan slowly returned to his phone and resumed watching the stream as his massive sister snored loudly behind him.
“Eeeerrrghhhhhh, Jesus Christ.” Amanda moaned groggily a half an hour later, peeling her sticky face from the leather cushion she had been napping on. Ryan had to slide out of the way as his cell phone suddenly collapsed forward from the sudden jolt of Amanda’s arm as she awoke with a start. He turned to face his sister as she slowly returned to consciousness and struggled to contain his laughter as he got a good look at her own face. One of Amanda’s eyelids was still only a quarter of the way open while the other had several strands of sweaty hair matted in front of it. The entire right side of her face was bright red and was sporting several white crease lines from the imprint of the couch that had marked her sweaty skin. “Mmmmmmmm what’s so funny?” She asked, only partially aware of where she even was.
“Nothin. You look great, by the way.” He replied sarcastically, grinning widely as the giantess slowly peeled the rest of her sweaty body off of the couch, rising to her feet as she began to stretch her muscles with a long satisfied grunt. As she raised both hands overhead, Amanda caught a quick whiff of the stale stink of sweat wafting off of her own body.
“Whew. Goddamn. I need a shower.” She declared as she continued her stretching. Still stuck down on the couch, Ryan watched as the giantess began to shake out her legs. He couldn’t disagree with her assessment, he thought, looking up to notice the visible discoloration of Amanda’s short workout shorts as they bunched up around her ass, clearly still soaked in swampy ass sweat. He then looked down at his own naked body. Though it had dried long ago, Ryan could still feel the dried sweat that Amanda had painted him with before she had passed out.
“You know, I could use one too.” He added. Amanda nodded her head and lowered a hand for the tiny man to crawl into. Given how exhausted they were both feeling, Ryan figured it wasn’t worth the argument to try to avoid being carried into the bathroom and so he quietly obliged and clambered up into Amanda’s palm. The giantess carried through the house, throwing open the bathroom door before placing Ryan down on the side of the sink.
“Alright, I figure it’s probably best to just let you bathe in the sink.” Amanda said, turning on the tap and letting the water warm up before she placed the stopper in the drain. She reached down and grabbed a fresh sponge from the cupboard under the sink and dropped it in the water, giving Ryan a small floating platform to give him a way to actually climb up out of the basin.
“Awesome, thanks. Give me like… JESUS!” Ryan nearly jumped out of his skin as a loud crashing BOOM scared the daylight out of him as Amanda’s sports bra hit the wall loudly before dropping down into the open hamper.
“Sorry, force of habit!” The giantess replied, before several other garments could be heard dropping directly into the dirty clothing receptacle.
“Uhhhh wait are you showering, like, now?” Ryan asked as he stared intently into the pool of water in the sink. He knew that behind him, his sister’s massive naked breasts were likely hovering directly overhead.
“Yea, I’m friggin nasty. Don’t worry I won’t take long. Just get cleaned up and I’ll get you out when I’m done.” She said, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Ryan was trying desperately not to see her naked.
“But like… I’m in here.” Ryan argued weakly. Amanda raised an eyebrow curiously, not sure exactly what his current gripe was.
“And?”
“Well, it’s… don’t you think it's friggin weird?” Ryan asked desperately, keeping his hands up around his eyes functioning like blinders to block out all of his peripheral vision. “You’re naked!”
“Uhhh, not really dude. Its a shower, people get naked to shower literally every single day.” She retorted, standing fully nude behind her tiny brother on the counter. It was now that she was fully aware that he was trying his absolute best to avert his gaze. The giantess rolled her eyes and shook her head. Her brother seemed to have some weird hangups about the human body.
“But I’m your brother!” He shouted, a thick annoyance in his voice.
“Alright, then don’t fucking look dude. I don’t know what to tell you. I’m more than comfortable with my own body. If you have an issue, then that’s your problem to deal with.” She snapped back. “Plus, if you hadn’t been whining, I would’ve already been behind the curtain by now.”
“Okay, okay! Just hurry up!” He cried, desperately wanting this interaction to come to an end. Thankfully the giantess swiftly disappeared behind the shower curtain where she would remain for the next twenty minutes. Ryan was attempting to slide down the gentle curve of the side of the water basin when he heard Amanda beginning to sing. He turned to the side and realized that he could see her silhouette perfectly through the curtain.
“Uhmmmm, Ama- Errrr. I uhhh…” Ryan stammered around his words, as he struggled to avert his gaze. Amanda stood beneath the torrent of remarkably hot water, letting it cascade through her hair and down her body, reveling in the sensation of ridding her body of the filth she had accumulated throughout the day. Ryan watched as Amanda raised her hands to her head, slowly working her fingers into her scalp to work up a nice sudsy lather before she began to move south with her scrubbing. His mouth started to run dry as he watched the giantess soaping up her breasts. Did she know he was watching? Was she doing all of this on purpose? There’s no way this little song and dance wasn’t at least partially for his benefit. After all, what kind of sister was just totally cool with letting her brother see her naked? It just wasn’t normal!
*THUD*
“Whoops,” Amanda said cheerily. “Get back here Mr Soap, you’re not getting off that easy.” Ryan let out a quiet, deflated moan. That right there was a prime example of what he was talking about. Why the hell would she say “Mr. Soap?” What other possible implications could that possibly have, but to plant the idea in his head that she was imagining the soap bar to be him? He quickly turned his gaze back towards the shower to find that Amanda had one arm raised over head as she began to apply the bar to her underarm.
“Fuck.” A shiver ran down his spine as his imagination began to spin yet another colorful scene in his mind. Suddenly he found himself standing on the narrow ledge that sat several stories above the floor of Amanda’s gigantic shower. Suddenly the giantess threw back the curtain, stepping into the cozy confines of the shower. Ryan attempted to step backwards as Amanda approached, however he quickly found himself pressed against the wall as she reached out one immense hand in his direction. The tiny man tried to scream as her immense fingers coiled around his body, but the words seemed to get caught in his throat. He was left with nothing but a soapy foam that bubbled up from his throat before Amanda began to press his body into the soft supple flesh of her gigantic tit.
“Oh goddamnit.” Ryan moaned quietly as he snapped back to reality. Looking down the shrunken man was awash with shame and frustration to find his dick pointing firmly out towards the shower. “Jesus fucking Christ…” Ryan stepped up to the edge of the sink basin and carefully slid down the slope into the water below. It hadn’t even been a full twenty four hours with Amanda and already he was coming apart at the seams.
SItting quietly in the warm pool of mildly soapy water, relishing the opportunity to feel clean and refreshed after not having a chance to clean up since the day before yesterday. He lowered his body until only his eyes and nose were left above the waterline. He thought to himself, angrily gritting his teeth. “Goddammit.” Why the hell was he like this? He would never admit it aloud, but deep deep down inside of him, he wished that he was in there with her. Fucking hell, what was his goddamn problem? Once he was cleaned up, he figured there was no reason to step out of the cozy water before Amanda was done with her own shower, and so he opted to simply wait and soak himself, enjoying the strange serenity of his makeshift onsen while he had the opportunity.
SCRREEEEEETCH
The shrill sound of metal scraping against metal tore Ryan from his meditative state as Amanda disabled the flow of water in the shower. Ryan kept his eyes low as he heard the curtain tear back, not wanting to catch a sight of the nude giantess as she went about toweling herself off. Mercifully, she had wrapped a fluffy white towel around her body when she reached into the sink to retrieve her tiny nude brother.
“Whew, that feels amazing. Was your bath all good?” She asked, gently lowering her brother towards her chest where she dried him off on her towel. Though he found the experience frustrating and a bit humiliating, Ryan did his best to keep his tongue in check, returning his sister’s warm smile as she carried him into the living room. He was placed back down on the sofa while Amanda scooped up her cell phone and began tending to a series of messages that she missed while showering. Ryan sat awkwardly in his sister’s shadow on the couch as the giantess wordlessly scrolled around her phone.
“So…. do you wa-” Ryan’s voice trailed off, realizing that Amanda was in a totally different world as she turned her back to the couch, chuckling to herself. He furrowed his brow, staring up at his giant sibling. The giantess strolled across the living room, Ryan couldn’t bring himself to break his gaze as her hips swung beautifully from side to side, entranced by her grace as she moved, completely unaware of her tiny brother’s leering gaze. “Jesus fucking christ…” Ryan’s eyes nearly bulged from his skull as Amanda bent forward to collect her bags from the floor. As the titanic woman bent over, her towel quickly began to rise up until it began to crest just above her thighs. From his lower vantage point, Ryan could just barely see the curvy round edges of Amanda’s butt peeking out from under her towel. Once again, the toy sized man found himself helplessly ogling his little sister. Godddamnit, what the hell was she doing this? It had to be on purpose, didn’t it?
“Hey, I’m gonna go change real quick. Back in a second.” Amanda said nonchalantly,standing back up and turning briefly towards the couch.
“Uh huh.” He replied, his voice quivering as he panicked and threw his gaze back down towards the couch in an effort to hide his embarrassment from the unwitting titan. He listened to the sound of her booming footsteps retreating from the room, finally letting out a heavy sigh once he was safely alone once again.
Ryan stared intensely into the seat of the couch cushion. He genuinely couldn’t tell whether or not she had any clue what she was doing to him, or how much more of this he could take. But the notion of trying to address this issue with the jovial giantess didn’t seem to be going well so far. It seemed like every time he brought up their strange sibling dynamic, Amanda just brushed him off. Could all of it really just be in his head? Was he the one making this weird? It’s not like he was sneaking around to peep on her. If anything, she was the one putting her enormous boobs and butt on display in front of him. Was he crazy? Ryan was left to quietly ponder his own sanity while he waited for Amanda to return. Ten minutes later she re-entered the living room wearing a simple green tank top and a similarly colored pair of pajama shorts that featured images of adorable little frogs.
“So, feel like watching a movie?” She asked, crashing backwards onto the far end of the couch with a crashing boom that Ryan could feel even from his place several hundred relative yards away. He agreed and Amanda began to search through the endless catalog of movies on one of the several streaming services that he now realized she was mooching from him. After settling on some moderately reviewed horror flick, Amanda rose up from the couch and looked towards Ryan.
“I’m gonna grab a snack, you want anything?” She asked. Ryan shrugged his shoulders as the opening scenes of the movie began.
“Nah, I’m good.” He replied. It was a bit surprising that he wasn't hungry, but it seemed possible that his reduced size came with an altered metabolism as well. Amanda nodded and disappeared into the kitchen, when the sound of plastic wrappers crinkling preceded the unmistakable sound of the microwave roaring to life. Ryan shook his head and chuckled. For everything in his life that had suddenly and drastically changed in the past couple of days, he could always count on Amanda needing to snack on popcorn during a movie.
“Shit, should’ve asked for a drink.” He thought aloud, turning to find his water cap fully empty. Hoping to cross the landscape before her popcorn finished popping, Ryan began to sprint his way across the couch, aiming for the end closer to the kitchen. To his credit, it didn’t take more than a minute or two to get to the far end, however he was then left with an enormous wall of leather armrest to scale before he could see into the room beyond this one.
“Amanda! Amanda!!” He shouted, however with the droning of the microwave paired with the incessant popping of popcorn, no response came from the giantess. He stood on the cushion for another minute, trying to determine a good way to climb up onto the armrest so he could actually get Amanda’s attention.
BEEP BEEP BEEEEEP
The full sound of the microwave came to a halt, leaving only the occasional pop as the few remaining kernels exploded within the bag. By this point, Ryan had successfully climbed up a good third of the height of the armrest. He waited quietly, weighing his remaining options as he listened to the sound of Amanda tearing open the bag and dumping a mounting of popcorn into a bowl.
“Amanda? Amanda?” He shouted, unsure if she could hear him even without all the excess noise. However, when he didn’t receive a response, Ryan decided to simply cut his losses and give up on the climb. He had already wasted all this time trying to mountain-climb his way up a simple armrest and Amanda was probably going to be back any minute.
“Fuuuucckk!” Ryan cried out as he leapt out, away from the sheer leather cliff he had been trying to scale. He had misjudged the initial height he had been able to reach and while it wasn’t as high up as falling off of his own coffee table back home, the dizzying fall was still enough to make his stomach turn. The shrunken man landed with a rough bounce on the soft seat of the sofa, his muscles aching from the impact.
“Uuugggghhhhhh.” Ryan moaned quietly as he slowly rolled over into his back, just in time to find something horrifying happening overhead. His eyes nearly popped out of his skull upon seeing Amanda’s groggy pajama covered butt hanging ominously overhead. “Ama-“ Was all that he managed to squeak out before the giantess dropped her massive bubble bout back into her previously claimed seat.
“Alright, so what’d I miss?” Amanda asked, shifting in her seat to get comfy as she began to shovel popcorn into her mouth, blissfully unaware that her miniature brother was screaming for his life between her heavy buttcheeks. “Oh and I brought you these.” She said, leaning to the side to remove another package of crackers that she had stuffed into her pocket. The giantess began to pass the cracker towards where her brother had been sitting, only to find the far end of the couch completely unoccupied. “Ryan? Where’d you go?”
Meanwhile, the shortest of the Miller siblings was going through a bit of an existential crisis. The absolutely mammoth asscheeks of his little sister were now weighing down on him on all sides. He was paralyzed, unable to lift so much as a finger against the otherworldly weight of the giantess’ powerful frame.
“AAAAAAAAMMMMMMMAAAAAAANNNNNDDDAAAAA!” He screamed into the unrelenting bulwark of gluteal muscle and ass fat. However, not a single decibel of his cries managed to escape Amanda’s peachy rear. With no context for what was going on above him, each rolling shift of the giantess’ indescribable weight Ryan prayed that she had realized her folly and was repositioning in order to fish him out from her bum. But salvation never seemed to arrive for the small man as he shifted back and forth under her hefty cheeks.
Finally there came a moment when Ryan found himself blessed with a bit of extra breathing room in his booty prison. He still wasn’t free, but a tiny amount of light was suddenly penetrating this hellish place, affording Ryan a look at the green froggy pajamas as they bunched up in front of him. “No… Nononono…” He moaned exhaustedly. All that wiggling around had landed him squarely in the crack of her ass; an indignity that, if he had to suffer for even one more second, he might actually go insane.
“What the fuck?” Amanda asked aloud, feeling a sudden tickling sensation in her asscrack. Suddenly the dots connected in her head and she kept up off of the couch. “Jesus, Ry? What the hell happened?”
The shrunken man heaved and coughed, sputtering mouthfuls of ass tainted air as he tried to recover from the fact that his kid sister had just flattened him like a pancake in the most humiliating way possible. Now, thankfully she was freshly showered, so realistically the stink of ass was entirely in his head, but still he couldn’t help himself from being remarkably dramatic about the whole ordeal.
“You fucking sat on me! You don’t look when you sit down?” He asked angrily. Amanda furrowed her brow slightly, not enjoying the attitude one bit.
“And what exactly were you doing in my seat?” She asked. “I distinctly remember you sitting on the other end of the couch. Were you trying to get up close and personal with my butt?”
“No!” Ryan shouted back defensively as he began to sulk back towards his side of the couch. A familiar sense of embarrassment was welling up inside of him again as he tried to deny, both internally and externally, that he had any sort of desire to be sat on by his little sister. Amanda was about to keep chastising her brother for placing himself in the path of her bum, but watching him slowly walk back to his own seat with slumped shoulders made her feel a bit bad as she remembered how strange all of this must feel for him.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” She said nonchalantly as she fell back into her own seat. “I guess my ass is the deadliest thing on this couch now.” She said with a chuckle. Ryan was relieved that she wasn’t going to press the issue. Obviously there were going to be some growing pains here and he couldn’t ignore his own responsibilities in this new dynamic.
“Heh, I don’t know… you damn near squashed me with that sweaty belly flop earlier.” He joked. Amanda scoffed and shook her head.
“Hey, I literally warned you to move. Everything after that is on you.”
“Oh, so if you wanted to sit on this side of the couch, it’s on me to get out of the way?” He asked, the disbelief clear in his voice. Amanda just smiled and nodded her head.
“Or get sat on, that is correct. But I promise to keep an eye out and ask you to move before I sit next time, deal?” They both chuckled and returned their focus to the movie. Ryan was at least thirty percent sure that she was joking.
The next hour of the movie passed without incident, with Ryan staying on his side of the couch and Amanda staying on hers with the occasional exception to pass her brother a piece of popcorn to snack on. Towards the end of the third act, Amanda wordlessly leaned to the side, inadvertently pointing her ample rear towards Ryan’s side of the couch. The miniature man didn’t notice this subtle movement until the blaring sound of thundering trumpets shook him from his cinematic stupor.
“Oh, scuse me.” Amanda apologized simply, lowering back down in her seat. Meanwhile, Ryan’s jaw was practically on the floor as he tried to determine if that had actually just happened. Did this gargantuan airhead just rip ass in front of him, and point her ass at him like a goddamn cannon?
“Dude? What the fuck?” Ryan shouted. Amanda looked over in his direction but simply shrugged it off.
“What? I can’t help it. It’s those fucking protein shakes.” Obviously he knew that she couldn’t help passing gas, it was perfectly natural and everyone had to do it. But couldn’t she at least leave the goddamn room?
“You could’ve- oh Jesus fucking Christ!” Ryan shouted as the toxic miasma finally wafted its way across the couch like an invisible fog of death and began to choke his airways. He recoiled out of pure reflex, falling onto his back as he tried to fan the fumes from his face. Amanda watched the tiny man dramatically grapple with her little toot and let out a small chuckle.
“Told ya dude, protein. Does a hell of a number on my guts. Heh, just count yourself lucky that I found you crawling around down there before I farted.” She joked, not at all picking up on the horror that poor Ryan was grappling with. “Now that would’ve been a bad time.”
Ryan wished desperately that he at least had some sort of shirt to cover his nose with, but even his tissue toga was gone leaving his defenseless nostrils alone to deal with the pungent stink. He threw out a double middle finger to the giantess who was too enthralled by the finale of the movie to think about her tiny brother choking on her fart. After the olfactory assault, Ryan wasn’t feeling all that interested in the movie any longer. He laid down on his stomach and rested his head against his arms, keeping himself faced towards the tv, but allowing his eyes to rest. Tomorrow was going to be a brand new day.