My heart was already beating faster and faster in my chest. Deja Vu. I had plugged into a few video games over the last few months to help forget my Tiny experience. But lying in my bed, staring up at the ceiling fan, I couldn’t help but feel a little paranoid. Was I really this dumb to do this again?

Yes, yes I was.

  I powered my rig back on, then closed my eyes. It didn’t take long until I was back in that ocean of darkness. Everything had been worked out over the weekend. Syncing my rig to the illegal little tiny in the kitchen, testing the tiny under Sam’s fist, and then going over the roleplay Sam wanted to have. But she was so wishy washy and impulsive, there was no telling what all might change between then and now.

  None of that mattered as I blinked awake. Sitting up, I looked at the world around me. I was on my little wooden kitchen table. It was big enough to seat two people, that was it. It had been so small when I was normal sized, but now it was an endless grainy field. I stood up, feeling my fingers, wiggling my toes, looking down at myself. I was chocolate again. Because I was an idiot. I should have been a pink donut, right?

‘I’m Wendy. Heya, I’m a cheerleader. I’m so pretty. Heh.’

It was still my voice, which apparently only I could hear. Bummer. Still, it basically meant that I didn’t have to roleplay back. I had made Sam promise to use mouthwash before she put me in. Just the thought sent another shiver down my spine.

  Rockets exploded off in the distance. I squinted my eyes and looked over to see something amazing. It was Sam and she was… Fuckin gorgeous. So so beautiful, and she was washing dishes at the sink. I could hear her humming to herself. Her voice was so different. So loud and deep and- Was that Stephen Universe? She really loved that show.

  I walked towards the edge of the table nearest Sam, jumping up and down and waving my arms as she looked my way. Her eyes rolled right over me, a look of disappointment on her face, and then she turned off the water and began to dry a pair of cereal bowls and spoons.

  Unattended, being tiny was still cool. Looking around my kitchen alone was an experience. Everything was huge. Like, I knew it would be, this wasn’t my first rodeo, but just taking it all in again. My furniture looked like mountains. The ceiling may as well have been the sky.

  A wild thought came to my mind as I stood on the table, spinning around and taking in the sites. I was sturdy, unbreakable. Sam had clobbered this Tiny Bot with her fist over the weekend, didn’t even leave a dent. It was a little squishy, but always reformed. If I could survive that.. I could survive a jump off the table.

  That wasn’t the plan. The plan was for me to be discovered by Sam on the table. She would do her little acting scene, as she too was a Drama geek, finding a tiny shrunken cheerleader in her house. Then she would gently lick at me until we were both satisfied. After, she would put me up, unplug me, and we’d make a better skit for the next time we wanted to play.

  But I wasn’t in danger. I was kind of a superhero. Sam was my best friend, and being someone with an inversion of my kink, she would totally understand my desire to explore. And so, like an idiot who would do this twice, I went with my instincts. I ran and leapt off the table, the wind blowing against my body as I descended the mountaintop.

‘Woohoohoo!’

  The ground came up much faster than I thought it would. It had been another painful splat. I literally had to peel my face off the floor, and I felt like I just wanted to lie there forever. It kind of felt like maybe falling off a ladder? Like it hurt, but nothing was broken. I was just in a daze. This was definitely something I would need to practice.

The world began to vibrate as Sam’s voice boomed out high above me, “I guess it’s time to sit down and get ready for school. I sure hope there aren’t any bugs in my house. I hate bugs.”

  I rolled my eyes as I stood up. That was the worst acting I had ever seen. Taking a breath, I rolled my shoulders back and looked around, expecting to see a giant foot nearby that I could poke to get her attention. That was not what I saw at all.

  The ground beneath me moved hundreds of yards backwards as I was sent rolling onto my back. It was Sam, but it wasn’t how I imagined seeing her. She was looming above me, but I was at thigh level. What was I thinking when I jumped? I was just so caught up in everything being huge, I didn’t think about the consequences.

  As I lay on the chair, I screamed up at my best friend in the entire world, ‘Sam, WAIT!’ And then without mercy, her ass came crashing down right on top of me, the world going black once more.

--

  Sam had just finished the dishes when she walked back to the table. She was supposed to be in character, wiping her expression with a poker face. She couldn’t do it, though, she was just too excited.

“I guess it’s time to sit down and get ready for school. I sure hope there aren’t any bugs in my house. I hate bugs.”

  Just for dramatic effect she began slapping her bare feet against the tile floor, her smile wide, throwing off her ‘character’. She grabbed a chair and sat down at the table, staring at the center and drumming her fingers against the wood. When was Wnedy going to wake up? Sam ran her eyes across the table, licking her lips, then paused. Wow. She couldn’t even see the little lady. Leaning forward, her eyes traced the grains in the wood. Tiny brown person on a brown table. Real smart, Sam. Still, her stomach was bubbling with anticipation. She had finally done it. She had a tiny girl all to herself. Well, technically it was- Nope. Nope. She had to lose those thoughts or it would ruin the whole thing. Wendy Pope. Captain of the cheerleaders, wouldn’t give her the time of day. Now who was in charge?

  Only, as hard as she looked, Wendy was gone. Sam’s eyes widened as she scooted her chair back to look at the floor. Minutes passed as she scanned every detail of the tile and the table. She then lifted her feet, one at a time, to inspect the bottoms. No sign of Wendy.

  Panic struck. She had lost her already. One minute into the game and she had lost her. No, no. Not lost, misplaced. Little Wendy couldn’t have gone far. Sam put her elbows on the table, pushing her hands against her forehead and just took a minute to herself. The whole apartment was quiet. Should could probably hear a pin drop, so maybe if she just listened hard enough, she would hear the pitter-patter of little feet. Right? Only she didn't hear anything. Instead, she felt something. It was just an irritation at first, an itch. Sam squirmed in her seat, readjusting, until it happened again.

  That little pervert better not have..

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Seven Minutes in Heaven.

  That was a game the kids played in freshman year at some alcohol-free party, once upon a time. I had been too nervous to play, but I remembered the name because it shared the name of a story I had read online somewhere. Seven minutes in heaven was about a man and his wife. He had shrunk in his sleep and she had rolled over onto him, trapping him under her butt for seven minutes. The story described it as intoxicating. Pure bliss. It had been terribly written, with no plot, nor conclusion. Probably just some guy jerking off while writing about being trapped in his imaginary wife’s ass.

  I had been in that situation for seven minutes, and it was HELL, not heaven. Sam had a very athletic bouncy bubble butt. It was part diet, exercise and genetics, she had a killer dumpster. I had tried not to notice, cause friends don’t look at one another like that, but when it’s literally falling from the sky, you pick up on these things. It was super hot. It was better than any video I had ever seen, where girls sit on cameras.

  And then it was nothing but agony. It wasn’t a soft pillow, it was a million pounds of best friend booty, smothering me against a hard chair. Fortunately I was directly in the middle, so I had just the tiniest bit of room to breath. She was wearing black soccer shorts, a thin shiny smooth material. I was buried alive in buttcheeks and if I thought socks and mouths smelled bad, I was mistaken. -This- was the worst smell of my life. I knew she was a clean person, it didn’t make any sense, but it smelled like shit. Literally. Like that time my grandpa’s dog ate a diaper and smeared it across the room. It was shit, but also sweat, like just sour rank sweat. Why was her butt even wet!?

  Or was that me, was I sweating? Could I even sweat? I had thought so before, back when I was in- My mind wouldn’t even let me process the thought. I was pinned to the chair while my best friend sat on me, oblivious to the hell I was in. And then she began moving around. I could hear the wrinkling and folding of her shorts as they shoved into me, and then somehow I was smeared along Sam’s crack, the shorts almost sucking me in.

  I dry heaved, now stuck in a standing position. I had booty all around me. Above me, pinning my legs below me, trapping my arms. It was pitch black and felt like a hundred degrees. That part of my brain that I can’t control, that Sam agreed we all couldn’t control.. It was raging. It wasn’t ‘my best friend’s butt’. It was a ‘giantess’ butt’. It was hell, but it was heaven. Pain and pleasure. I swallowed, feeling my throat closing as my pelvis rubbed against the wall I was pressed again. Sam was constantly moving, constantly fidgeting. I always thought people were relatively still, but every minor shift on her scale was several feet on me. And somehow I just kept getting wedgied up further and further. I began kicking and pushing and wiggling my whole body. Her butt didn’t have a lot of ‘give’ but somehow it was more forgiving than feet had been.

  My stomach dropped as the butt around me lifted and quaked. It wasn’t tossing me about, exactly, it was more like a constant vibration. I was being shaken to my core, over and over. And then I felt myself drop, as a set of chewed up fingernails had reached into the wedgie and pulled at her shorts.

  I fell onto the floor, Sam digging in her butt thousands of feet above me. After her shorts were fixed, she took a step back, her bare sole flying over my head and landing on the tile behind me like a plane crashing to the earth. It was loud, shaking my entire world, and my heart was beating faster and faster.

  Brown eyes locked onto me, anger on her face. She had never looked at me that way before. I gave a small wave, ‘Hey it’s me uh… Wendy. Please- Shit, I’m worse at this than you. Let’s just unplug me, and try again another time, yeah?’

  Those same chewed up fingernails met me on either side, bringing me up to Sam’s face. She was gorgeous and terrifying. She was scowling at me, her eyes narrowed and pissed. Her voice came so strong I had to press my ear against the flesh of her finger to dull it. All around me I could feel a warm gust, and the weird sweet smell of old milk and cereal.

“Hello, Wendy. I thought we were going to play a game. Let me find you on the table and have -my- fantasy come true. But no, you wanted to be a perverted fucking bug and crawl around in my ass. It didn’t matter what I wanted, only that you got what you wanted. Well guess what, Wendy? Fuck you.”

  I had never seen Sam so mad. ‘Sam, it’s not like that, I didn’t mean to!’  It was no use, she couldn’t hear me anyways. Nobody could. My world began to sway at rocket speeds, back and forth as Sam walked about my apartment with me still pinched between her fingers.

  Then everything stopped as I was dropped on the couch. It was another free fall, hundreds of feet. Thankfully it was a softer landing. I watched as Sam stood, staring at me, and pulling her shorts off. What was she doing?

  “Is this what you wanted, Wendy? Wanted to ignore your homophobic ass parents and see what it felt like to be with someone like me? Well, you should have asked. God, you’re so stupid, I would have done anything to be with you. But now you’re just a bug and it’ll never work out. You’re just a stupid tiny toy of a girl. A lil speck, living in my house. And what, now I gotta take care of you, feed you, keep you alive? I didn’t ask for this. Part of me thinks I should just give you what you want, right?”

Her fingers grabbed at me again, her brown eyes staring daggers at me.

“This is what you wanted, right?”

  I was so fucking confused. Was she pissed at me for being trapped in her shorts? Cause she kept calling me Wendy, which was the roleplay name. And this whole monologue was a little hard to fol- Oh shit, oh shit!

  My body was brought behind Sam. She couldn’t even see me any more as she dangled me above her backside. With her free hand she pulled at the back of her panties, dramatically stretching them to the point where I could hear the threads straining and snapping.

“Have a good life living in my asshole, you fuckin bug.”

‘Sam, no, don’t do this!!!’

I thought I was going to go hoarse from all the screaming. And then it was over. I didn’t drop. I was spun around, facing Sam again, only this time she was laughing her ass off.

“Oh my god, you should see the look on your face. You’re such a turd, you’re lucky I didn’t really do it.”

I caught my breath, staring at her, confused.

“Okay, so I was a little annoyed that you broke the rules, but I wasn’t really mad. Just figured that if you could change the story, so could I. Anyways, this is really really hot, and I need to take care of some stuff. Oh, by the way, you’re coming to school with me. I mean, if you wanted to stick to the script, you wouldn’t have jumped onto my chair, you little idiot.”

  The world whirled by again as I was brought to Sam’s backpack. There was a little side pouch that she unzipped, then dropped me in with a wave of her fingers before zipping it back up. She wasn’t pissed at me, it was all pretend. I was Wendy the cheerleader who.. Apparently shrunk herself to feel Sam’s butt? Whatever. As weird as it was, I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t hot. But school?

‘Sam! Let me out you jerk!’

  No response. Just the thundering quakes of feet moving about the apartment. It was going to be a long day.

---

  Sam found herself panting in the shower. That whole experience had been so real for her, so.. Fucking great. As soon as she got back from school she was going to write up more stories. She had to keep this going. He was going to be okay, right? She shook her head, not wanting to think about him as ‘him’, not until she could act on what had happened at least.

  Wendy. She had Wendy Pope, right where she wanted her. She had been right there, helpless in her fingers, squirming and waving and.. It didn’t matter. Wendy was a big deal at high school, but here at home? She was a little toy, a bug and a snack all put together. What would she taste like? Sam swallowed, her mouth filling with saliva at the thought. Fuck, shit. No time for that. She had to hurry up and shower, then head to school before she was late.