Ryan sat up in his bed, awakened by the same kind of nightmares he had been having more frequently.  Ryan looked to his left and watched Emily move around in her sleep.  She was completely oblivious to Ryan’s situation.  Ryan wished he could be his normal size, to be sleeping in the same bed as his girlfriend, to be able to wake her up and tell her about his horrible dreams.  

However if Ryan wanted to get Emily’s attention he would have to jump across the nightstand and race toward her slumbering body and get right next to her ear and scream for her to wake up… and even that might not be enough to wake the sleeping giantess.  

Sighing, Ryan got out of bed and started his early morning like usual.  Bathroom, kitchen, and than lots of waiting…

There wasn’t much else he could do, while he was stuck inside his apartment like this.  Ryan found that being tiny was a lot worse than he thought it would be.  What were you suppose to do while you wait for others to wake up?  He couldn’t watch TV, there were no books to read, any form of entertainment that Ryan used to do was now impossible for him to use.  All he had were his thoughts and himself.  Something that was starting to dig into him.

Ryan finished his morning marathon, having to run and climb upward just to use the bathroom.  This was probably the only upside to his shrinking, it kept him in some decent shape just by trying to do the normal stuff.  Finished using the bathroom, Ryan made his way to the kitchen.  By the time he made it to the large counter-top, the house was already starting to wake up.  Ryan climbed upward as he heard his mother starting to get out of bed.  Emily letting out a sound between a yawn and a groan as she exhaled her sleep away.

He could imagine Emily sitting up and stretching with a sleepy face as she yawned and let out what he used to think was a cute noise.  However at his current size it was horrifying for him.  He once caught her doing this one morning, and watched as her mouth opened to an extreme size.  It was larger than any house he had seen in his life as it parted open and stretched wide.  Her tongue curling as she yawned showing how flexible it was, able to easily scoop him into her large mouth.  Teeth bigger than he was, the back of her throat opening to an equally gulping size.  Than the ending sound as she exhaled.  It was somewhere between a jet engine and a massive car crash in noise.  Ryan gritted his teeth the first time hearing it, and would never find that cute gesture appealing ever again at his current size.

The sound of Emily slowly entering the bathroom was followed up by the sound of Ryan’s mom entering the guest bathroom in the hallway.  It kind of annoyed Ryan that they could easily take a few steps and reach the toilet for their morning business, when it took Ryan a good while just to relieve himself.  The two giantess would never know how difficult Ryan’s every day life was.

Fixing up some breakfast, Ryan grabbed a piece of a stale muffin that Emily bought a few days ago.  She had eaten an entire muffin, while Ryan was still trying to finish up the crumbs that were broken off for him.  Just a pinch had lasted Ryan three straight days.

As Ryan was working on his food, Emily was the first one to enter the kitchen after using the bathroom.

“Morning,” Emily muttered as she tried to fix herself some morning coffee to wake herself up quicker.

“Mor-” Ryan stop as he noticed she wasn’t wearing the earpiece again.  Very typical.  

It might have been the lack of speech from Ryan but Emily turned to see Ryan standing there looking at her.  It took her a few moments, “oh, right…”  She headed back to the bed room and grabbed the missing piece of plastic and came back, “Sorry.”  She started to insert the ear plug.

Ryan did his best not to have any bite in his greeting, “Morning.”

“I had the most amazing dream,” Emily went on as she started to sip her coffee.  Still getting breakfast and her morning started, Emily went on as she turned her back to Ryan and started to turn on the stove.  Emily went on talking about her dream to Ryan when he almost didn’t notice the dark shadow coming up from behind.

Once the darkness set in, Ryan couldn’t do more than turn around as he watched his massive mother standing behind him.  Ryan didn’t have time to greet her or even cry out as his mother leaned in and over the side of the counter toward the coffee that Emily had made a few minutes ago.  Ryan dropped what remained of his muffin as his mother started to push forward, shoving her chest out and downward toward him and the counter beneath.  Ryan watched the massive field of white belonging to his mother’s wimpy looking T-shirt, looming forward.  The fabric straining to keep her chest in as best they could and nearly failing.  Ryan frozen in shock and surprise as he gaped up as his mother’s stomach smashed into the counter top  in front of him, soon followed by her breast barreling down toward himself.  

Mary was simply reaching over the counter to grab the pot of hot coffee, but Ryan was in the way of his oblivious mother.  Clearly she didn’t see him, and he had not time but to inhale for a shout for help.  Ryan had just enough time to see the flash of his mother’s flesh through the very see through-able material, and it looked like her mother was going topless this morning.  

The wall of clothed flesh pushed down and mushed into Ryan like a tidal wave of dough threatening to engulf him.  Ryan let out a muffled cry as he was hit by his mother body.  Emily heard the sound, and it sounded like the noise someone would make to let them know they were listening.

“And than we went to that place, you know the one with the burgers that you like?  We were ordering or food…” Emily went on, not looking behind her to see Ryan being smothered out by his mother.

Ryan never felt anything so heavy or crushing than his mom’s breast pinning him to the cold counter top.  Oh wait, yeah he had, IT WAS JUST LIKE LAST TIME!

Ryan fought with vigor at the humiliation of being pinned to the ground by his mom’s merciless melons.  This was the second time and ironically enough nearly the same exact spot that Ryan was last time he was being bashed by Mary’s bust.  The only saving grace for Ryan was that this didn’t last long.  Luckily Mary was quick at grabbing what she needed and was up off the counter in a few seconds.  However the damage was already done as Ryan was beaten down by those boobs, that almost seemed magnetically attracted to try and punish him under themselves.  Ryan gasped and coughed as he trying to recover from nearly becoming a splatter mark on the counter top.  As he took in more air, Emily turned around and spotted Mary.

“Morning,” Emily spoke greeting her.  Emily didn’t notice Ryan laying flatter than the pancakes she was cooking at the stove.

“Mmmm, something smells good,” Ryan’s mom retorted as she took the pot and cup in hand and started to pour some for herself.  Ryan watched with a glare in his eyes as his mother, was NOW walking around the counter top into the kitchen.  Ryan spurted as what his mother put him through.  All that torment when she could have just taken a few steps more to get INTO the kitchen instead of trying to dive across the counter.  And it wasn’t like she wasn’t going to enter the kitchen, she was going that way anyway.  That small blip of torment that Ryan had to go through, was just for his mom to have a few seconds shaved off of her getting a cup of coffee.

Emily nodded, “Making some pancakes for everyone, I’m even trying to cook a few tiny ones for Ryan.”

Ryan continued to glare at his mom, as she checked on the food over Emily’s shoulder, “Oh they look good, but don’t burn them.”

Ryan could see Emily let out a small tick as she muttered, “I know how to cook thank you.”

Mary either didn’t hear her or didn’t care as she went on, “Is my little boy up yet?”

“YES!”  Ryan shouted staring at the back side of his mother, still ignoring him.  However his mom didn’t turn around, “MOM!  Oh my god… do you not have-”

“Mary do you have your ear piece,” Emily said tapping her ear with the device in it.

“Opsie,” Mary laughed and gave the air a wave at the silly mistake, “No, I keep forgetting about that silly little thing.”

“Well, Ryan needs you to wear it so you can hear him,” Emily tried to explain for maybe the hundredth time.

Ryan watched his mom give a gesture like it didn’t mater, “Oh please, I can hear my baby boy just fine with out that stupid thing.”

“OH REALLY?!”  Ryan nearly roared clearly annoyed at the fact that she perfectly could not hear him.

Emily couldn’t help but glance at Ryan and gave him a smirk, “Oh yeah?  Than what did he just say?”

Mary looked around and finally turned around and saw Ryan on the counter behind her.  “Oh I’m pretty sure it was something like,” she leaned in toward Ryan.  He couldn’t help but take a step back as his mother got closer and so did those orbs that nearly crushed him from before, “Good morning mom, I love you,” Mary said smiling as her face came in closer to Ryan.  Before he could correct what she was saying, Ryan watched his mother’s face and mouth grow larger at her approach.  Ryan watched his mother’s lips push outward as she went in for a good morning kiss.

Ryan wasn’t really looking forward to this, he never was that big of a fan of motherly affection from his mom.  Now that her lips were easily his size or large he didn’t want this.  “Mo-”

He was instantly assaulted by the lips as his mother made a smooching sound and plowed her lips right into Ryan knocking him down.  Ryan felt a soft layer of moister left around him from the kiss mark his mother mashed into him.  “Love you too sweetheart,” Mary called out as she pulled back laughing.  “See I know my son just fine enough to not need an earpiece.”

Ryan started to get back up and looked up at his mother who was still smiling like she hadn’t just pushed him down twice in the past few minutes.  Let alone ignore his actual words and pretended like she knew everything about him.  However before he could speak, his eyes were brought to the slight shifting shirt that his mother was in.  It was now that Ryan’s attention was brought back to his mother who was once again, topless underneath her garments.   

“Oh, mom!  Come on, put something on, for Christ sake,” Ryan said trying to not look at his mother’s chest area.  He could clearly see her skin through the shirt.  In fact it was almost like she wasn’t even wearing a shirt at all.  It was so see through that Ryan could see the pink tips poking into the shirt.  Ryan couldn’t help and recall the massive tits pushed into him and how clueless his mother was about him being pinned down.  Quickly Ryan looked away from his mom not wanting to recall this morning’s incident anymore.

Emily spoke up, “Mary, are you not wearing a bra?”

“Hmm?  Oh, no.  I haven’t been able to shop for a while and the few I have are now dirty.  Was going to wash them sometime today.”

Emily was able to feel for Ryan as she gave Mary a puzzling look, “Uh, maybe you should put one on… It’s kind of noticeable,” Emily told her.

Mary cocked her head at Emily’s words.  “Why?  We’re both woman, it’s not like you haven’t seen breast before,” Mary scoffed at Emily.  Ryan felt annoyed at his mother’s reasoning.

Emily gave her a stern look, “No, but Ryan…” Emily began again, trying to get her point across.  Ryan could tell that Emily was trying to be kind about calling his mom out.

However Mary again Scoffed, “Oh please honey, my boy’s seen my boobs before.  I let him suckle them for almost a full year when he was growing up-”

“MOM!”  Ryan shouted in humiliation.  “GO PUT ON A FUCKING BRA!”

Mary kept on talking as Emily looked a little embarrassed on Ryan’s part too.  “He sure loved to grab-”

“Mary, I think I get the point,” Emily cut in.  “Just, do you mind?  Please?”

Mary seemed displeased by the request but she final huffed, “Fine.  I guess I can go put on an old dirty bra if it makes you more comfortable.  Jeez, when did woman get so offended by a pair of tits,” Mary muttered as she walked out of the kitchen to put something on under her see through shirt.

Ryan shook his head as his mom walked off, her ample size swaying as she sulked off like a child kicked out of the kitchen.  “I don’t understand what she was thinking,” Ryan complained.

“Well, I mean…” Emily started for some reason trying to defend his mom but couldn’t.  “Anyway, looks like the pancakes are done,” Emily said as she started to remove the small disk of bread from the pan before setting them down on a plate.  She offered the small little ones she made for Ryan.

Ryan recalled his breakfast being interrupted by the his mother’s knockers knocking him on his ass.  He shuddered at the thought of her staying on top of him a little longer, applying more weight as she just wanted a stupid cup of coffee…

“So did you think about it,” Emily asked as Ryan started to eat and tried to forget this morning as soon as possible.

“Uh… think of what,” Ryan asked confused as to what Emily was talking about.

“Tomorrow.  Remember?”  Emily asked, almost as if that itself was suppose to clear everything up for him.

Ryan was hesitant before responding, “Tomorrow??  Friday?  What, uh, what about Friday?”

Now Emily looked a little upset, “Date night?  We were talking about it, like all week.”

Now Ryan recalled the conversation.  Emily felt lonely and wanted to go out.  She wanted to eat a dinner with Ryan or do something other than stay inside, where it was safe.  Ryan was obviously uninterested, but the sound of Emily really wanting to do something fun hit Ryan hard.  He knew it had to be difficult on her too, changing her whole life around just for him, but he didn’t feel safe out there.  Heck he barely felt safe here.  However he did tell Emily that he would think about it… and he totally forgot about it.  

“Uh, yeah… look I-”

The look on Emily’s face slowly faded and turned sour, “You didn’t think about it, did you?”

“No, I did,” Ryan told her trying to convince her this.

It wasn’t working.  “You always have that look on your face when you lie about stuff.”

“What look?” Ryan asked perplex.

Emily’s finger pointed right at Ryan’s face, “That look.  That one, right there.”

Ryan moved his hands up to his face to see what kind of face he was making, “What are you talking about?  I always look like this.  It’s called my face.”

Emily rolled her eyes and shook her head.  She looked pretty upset now, “Whatever… I guess another night inside it is… whoopee,” Emily spoke up, tossing her hands up at the news.

“No, wait, Emily.  Come on, don’t be like that.  You can still go out without me-” Ryan tried to tell her.

Emily spun around and looked at him, “Oh yeah really?”  Emily asked sound extremely pissed and sarcastic, “Me, on date night, by myself without a date… What do you think I’m going to do?  Talk to myself?  Jesus, Ryan, that’s not a date.”

Ryan held his hands up in defeat, “Well, I don't know what to tell you.  Take Allison with you or someone-”

“Allison is my friend, not my BOY FRIEND!  You’re suppose to want to be with me, but you obviously don’t.”  Emily shouted.

“That’s unfair and you know it,” Ryan shouted back.  “What am I suppose to do?  Go out in public and risk something happening to me?  All for what, a stupid date night?”  The word stupid came out before he could hold back his wording.

“Oh is it stupid,” Emily asked seething now.  “Date night is soooo stupid now?”

Ryan found himself trying to back up on what he said, “Now that’s not what I meant, okay?”

“Than what did you mean by that Ryan?  Cause clearly you don’t want to spend any personal time with me.  You know what, you’re right, this is stupid.  Just forget about date night.”  Emily started to storm off.

Ryan tried to keep up with Emily as he ran to the edge of the counter-top calling out, “Wait-”

Emily easily yanked out the earpiece without saying a word and head into the bedroom and closed the door.  Ryan was aghast at how upset Emily was.  Why was she acting this way?  She was acting way too upset over nothing.  However she couldn’t hear him if he tried to explain it now.  Ryan looked at the ladder and was tempted to go rushing through the bedroom door to confront Emily, but barging in on her would only make things worse.  

Ryan sighed as he stood there.  His mother still seemed to be locked up in her room.  It seemed she too was avoiding Ryan.  

“Great,” Ryan muttered.  He headed back to his pancakes and ate some before he realized he lost his appetite.  What a great morning.

Ryan didn’t have time to talk to Emily or his mother.  In fact, they stayed away from him the best they could.  Ryan wasn’t really sure how he pissed off his mother too, but she seemed to be avoiding him just as much as Emily was.  It also didn’t help that when he did see them, Emily and his mother weren’t wearing their ear pieces.  Any attempt to try and call out to them was unheard or just straight up ignored.  It was a very frustrating issue for Ryan, one that he couldn’t fix.

It wasn’t too long before the day was over.  As much as Ryan didn’t know quite exactly what he did wrong to upset both woman, he figured he might as well apologize to them the next time he saw either one of them.  He needed to apologize to Emily first, but she hadn’t left the door open.  As easily as it would have been to crawl under the door and find her, Ryan had a sinking suspicion that the act of sneaking into the room might just piss her off even more.

He didn’t want to tempt the possibility of any more of Emily’s rage and figured he would wait outside for her to show up again.  Lucky for Ryan he had found a spare blanket and tried to sleep on the counter-top till the next morning, where Emily would have to come out and see him.  As Ryan laid down on the cold counter-top, he found it hard to get comfortable but it wasn’t too hard to sleep.  

Sadly by the time he woke up, he had heard the front door close.  The sound startled Ryan awake.  A quick glance to the bedroom showed the door wide open, and the smell of fresh coffee just hit Ryan now that he was awake.  

“Emily?  Shit, did she leave already,” Ryan asked the silly question with the clearly obvious answer.  She must have snuck around the kitchen this morning without waking him.  What was worse was Ryan wasn’t sure if it was out of anger, to not talk to him or out of kindness, to not disturb his sleep.

Ryan cursed his weird sleeping patterns.  One night the slightest gust on the complex would wake him, the next he could sleep through an atomic blast and not wake.  It seemed this morning it was the latter.  Ryan sat up from the blanket feeling the stiffness of waking up on the cold counter-top.  Ryan stretched again and looked around for his mother.  She hadn’t woken up yet.  Ryan headed to his room and deiced to at least get ready for the day.  Changing clothes, bathroom, and back to the kitchen for food.

By the time Ryan was ready and eating the one day old pancakes, his mother came out of her room.  Still sleepy and again wearing a simple T-shirt over her body, this time Ryan got to see the dark black bra clearly visible through the light colored shirt.  It was a slight improvement from yesterday, but still didn’t fix the problem.  Ryan was begin to think that his mother might want to get a different type of shirt.

“Morning mom,” Ryan greeted, “I just wanted to say sorry about yesterday…”

His mother walked past the counter-top and once again, for the millionth time, Ryan spotted the empty ear.

“Why do I even bother!”  Ryan groaned throwing his hands up.  At this point, Ryan should just assume no one was wearing their ear pieces at anytime.  Hell, it would be more shocking if he found his mom wearing one of them.  Like how hard could it be to put it in your ear?  Ryan shook his head as he tried to get his mother’s attention to see him. 

Mary on the other hand was not a morning person, so spotting Ryan was going to be hard if not impossible.  Ryan watched his mother doing her morning routine, making some coffee and eating some breakfast.  All of which were on the other side of the kitchen.  Ryan would have to run around the counter-top to the other side or pretty much jump on his mom as she walked by.  Neither were appealing to Ryan.

Sighing, Ryan figured he would try and get his mom to notice another way that didn’t involve any extreme actions on his part.  He could have try and to reach the dinner table where his mother was going to sit.  However by the time he got up there in time she would be done eating and already on the move.  No, Ryan had to think ahead of his mom and what she would do next.

It was most likely she would head back to her room after eating.  Ryan should have plenty of time to get to the bedroom and find somewhere to be that his mom would notice.  Figuring that this was the only way to get his moms attention to apologize and make amends, Ryan headed toward the edge of the counter to climb down.  

As much as Ryan didn’t like this idea, he also didn’t want to go another day or two without talking to his mom or Emily.  It was already bad enough being isolated for a day, and as stupid as it sounded, he didn’t want it to be longer.  Wanting to talk to someone sounded stupid but really it was something that Ryan wanted right now.  Ryan made his way toward his mother’s room.  The guest bedroom was actually a little farther to reach than his own.  Yet, once he arrived he could still hear his mother sitting at the table eating.  That gave him time to find a way to get noticed.

Ryan looked into the room that was similar but slightly different from his own bedroom.  The wall color was the same, so was the carpet, but the bed was smaller, and there was no bathroom connected to it.  Ryan looked around as he entered the room.  First thing he would need to do is get off the ground or at least out of his mother’s walking path.  Last thing he wanted was his mother to walk in and step on him by accident.  Ryan took a few nervous steps into the room, feeling oddly weird entering his mother’s room without her actually knowing he was here, it felt creepy.  He walked further into the room and the feeling only grew as he looked around.

“Maybe this wasn’t a good idea?” Ryan said feeling the weight of guilt from sneaking into the room his mom was staying.  Ryan turned to leave only to hear his mother getting up from the table.  Spinning around he caught a glimpse of his mother already removing her plate from her seat and heading to the kitchen.  Sure enough the steps of his mother started to get louder as she headed toward her room.  There was no going back now, she was coming back to her room.  It only took a few moments but Ryan soon watched as his extremely large mother came walking into her bedroom.  She entered and quickly closed the door behind her, leaving Ryan and his mother in the same room.  

It was clear that Mary had no idea about her son being in the same room as her.  As if to prove this point, Ryan watched his mother let out a tired sigh and yank off her shirt in one quick gesture.  Ryan blinked once and than twice before he averted his eyes from his mother’s half nude body.  The only cover she had on was the black bra still attached-

Mary unclipped her bra and let it fall and flop to the floor, releasing a tired sigh and yawn to follow it, “Much better.  So tight,” she complained in a sleepy voice.  Ryan gawked at his mother’s now bare breast busting out of the discarded clothing.  Ryan quickly averted his eyes to the carpet where the clothing dropped, it was between him and the door.  The stomping feet of his mother heading toward the bed, it continued before she headed pass the bed and to the dresser on the other side of the sleeping area.

Ryan, not wanting to witness anymore of his mother changing or whatever it was she was doing, he made a dash toward the door.  He had made a BIG mistake, thinking this was a good idea.  As his mother proceeded to dig through her dresser for clothes, Ryan came across the large black field of clothing.  The bra was much bigger now in person.  The large black fabric cups pointing upward, making an almost dish like shape blocking Ryan’s path.  He could try and run around the bra, but in his mad dash to escape his mother as fast as possible, Ran started to climb up the lip of the right cup.  As he climbed up and into the inside padding, he found it quite squishy… and slightly damp?  The soft smell of his mother’s odor seemed to be coming up from the interior of the brassiere.  

Ryan’s face frowned at the new found smell that he wasn’t expecting.  He paused for a few moments recovering from the shock and unexpected raw smell coming from the clothing.  It wasn’t till a grumbling noise behind him that broke his shock.  Ryan went back to crossing the large field of black felt to reach the door.  The muttering and grumbles grew louder as the ground shook again causing Ryan to slip and fall into the ground.  He had just enough time to flip over and watch with a strong sense of fear as his nude mother reached out for him.

“Mo-mom!”  Ryan protested but got no response as he was quickly pulled upward along with the dark fabric.

“God, I really need to get new clothing,” Mary muttered as she brought her top up to her chest.

“WAIT MOM STOP!”  Ryan screamed out as he watched his mother’s bare chest coming closer and at an alarming speed.  He quickly and violently was pushed and mashed into the underside of Mary’s right bosom. The warm and slightly damp skin filling up as much space as it could.  Ryan felt the immense pressure of his mother’s skin enveloping him and pinning him mercilessly to her brassiere.

How did it end up like this?  Ryan tried to move around but found the jiggly sack of skin pushing into him was actually really compressed and tight.  Instead of something fleshy it was more like being pinned up against a rock or hard substance not moving at all.  It reminded him like that time a few days ago when he was trapped under by a giant freaking foot.  However, instead of it being a hot sweaty foot from a random highschooler, this was his mother’s boob.

Just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, he heard a clicking and snapping sound, as his mother now clamped the bra closed.  What was now tight became crushingly painful.

“MOOOOOM” Ryan screamed and moaned out as he felt the sack of flesh grow tighter and more firm.  This was horrible, and what was worse, he could already feel the heat from her fleshy skin seeping into him.  The heat from her body slowly cooking Ryan to a point that his own sweat was building.  As much as he tried it didn’t work, his cries were not heard by his mother’s unhearing  ears.  Ryan tried to squirm out from beneath the layer of thick fatty flesh but it wasn’t possible.   

If all that wasn’t bad enough, Ryan wasn’t able to breath very well as he was snuggled too tightly by his mother’s chest.  Unable to breathe well, and the only air he could get was the hot smelly trapped air, he found his head getting lighter.  Each small inhale was giving him less fresh air, and more refreshed stale breaths.  Soon Ryan was blacking out as his mother started to walk somewhere.

Ryan was woken up by a slight cool breeze washing over him.  He still couldn’t move, and it was still hot and even more damp than before, but the gust of cold fresh air brushing over his body helped.  Ryan slowly woke up, quicker when when he heard the sound of his mother talking, her voice sounded like it was coming from the heavens and all around him at the same time.

“It’s so damn hot in here,” She complained.  The sound of a shirt being fanned nearby filling the air with it’s flapping.  

Ryan realized his mother was using her shirt to shove fresh air on her skin underneath it.  He still couldn’t see as he was currently being smothered alive by his mom, but the gust of clean fresh air help revitalize him.

“Mmmoooommm,” Ryan’s muffled cry for his mother reverberated through the space he was stuck in.

“How does the mall run out of AC,” Mary grumbled in an upset tone.  “It’s the freaking mall.”

The mall?

Ryan was in the mall?  Why was he in the mall, what was his mother doing here?  The sound of passerby and other people in a crowded area could be heard over his mother’s breathing as she walked through what Ryan could only assume was a crowd of people in the mall.  The sounds of his mother’s foot steps, her throbbing heart, her inhaling, and her exhaling; it all filled Ryan’s world.  It was hard to focus on anything else… well except for the constant bone crushing pressure his mother’s boob was pressing and jamming into him.  In fact each movement, breath, or heck even her heartbeat seemed to put more strain on his body.  Ryan felt his limbs going numb or maybe that’s just lack of blood flow.

“Welcome to Freshly Pressed!”  A woman called out.  Ryan perked up at the name of the store.  It was a clothing store in the mall.

“Where’s the woman’s department,” Mary asked, her voice vibrating Ryan with each syllable.

“Right over there Ma'am.”  

Ryan listen to his mother shop in the clothing store, picking out what she wanted.  She was spending a good amount of time looking through whatever clothing it was looking for.  Each second, Ryan could feel his skin starting to melt from the heat from not just his mom’s sweating body temperature, but breathing air too.  Just before Ryan thought he would pass out, his mother flung more cold air up her body which help to cool and replace Ryan’s air.  Prolonging Ryan’s experience inside his mother’s top.

“This looks cute.”  Mary exclaimed.

“Too red…” Another comment she made about something.

“I guess, but it’s not in my size…”

Ryan rolled his eyes at his mother’s words.  Ryan never liked cloth shopping with Emily or his mom.  It was like woman could never determine what was right to wear and would spend hours trying everything on in the store.  Something that was made even more horrendous in his current position.  Ryan would have liked to black out again, but his mom inadvertently saw to it that he stay conscious through her whole shopping spree by blasting cool air upward and towards him.

Finally it was time to try on some clothes.  The sound of a door closing and things being put on a rack or bar was heard.  Ryan’s mom pulled off her shirt and Ryan felt the fresh air starting to seep through the layer of clothing that bra was made of, pinning him into her skin.  Ryan wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but when his mother unbutton her blouse, Ryan wasn’t expecting to see light and quickly had to shut his eyes to keep them from burnt out by the bright lights.  When Ryan’s eyes adjusted to the glare, he quickly found he hadn’t moved from this mother’s tit.  Even with the top pulled off, Ryan wasn’t released from his position just under his mother’s bosom.  In fact, it seemed he was still stuck… like he was glued to it.

It seemed all the booby sweat his mom produced, help stick his body to her skin.  Ryan tried to break free or call out, but soon to his dismay and horror, his mother was starting to try on some clothes.  And it looked like they were all different types of bras.  Each one looked to be around his mother’s size and they all had different colors and designs making all of them unique.  Meaning she would have to try each one on.

Ryan watched as his mom started to bring one set up to her chest.  A dark red colored bra.  Ryan hardly even got a letter out of his mother’s name when she pushed the flush colored clothing into her.  The force and new fabric wasn’t as bad as his mother’s own underwear.  It was less crushing and more relaxing, but not by much.  It was still tight, just not suffocatingly tight.  With the new material on, Ryan found to his delight, he had slide a little further downward, closer to the exit of the brassiere.  He would just need to slide past-

Ryan felt a strong firm wall push into him.  It shoved him into his mother’s meaty mound.  The sound of his mom letting out a pleased sound, “Mmm, looking good.”  The hard pressure dug into Ryan as it seemed like mom was cupping herself and holding parts of her breast up and examining herself in the mirror.  Ryan was pushed and shoved back deeper into his prison.  He was slowly being moved to the middle of the bra as his mom groped herself.  Her fingers dragging Ryan along with themselves as she traced and played around with the bra.  When she was done, Ryan found something lumpy between his legs.  

“Okay, next one,” Ryan’s mom said as she didn’t even look down.  Ryan was revealed and found he was just above his mother’s nipple.  The pink areola was distinctly different from the rest of Mary’s breast.  Ryan shook his head as he looked up from the top side of his mother’s tit.  

“M-”

Yet again, Mary shoved another top on, covering herself up before looking in the mirror behind herself.  Years of putting on and removing the underwear lead to her able to slip them on without having to look.  She had already put a white silky one on, and Ryan was now covered in the new feeling of the silk cloth digging into his back and pushing him into the warming embrace of his mom’s boob fat.  It seemed the brassiere was slightly larger than Mary’s original sized one she came in with.  Still it didn’t allow much movement from Ryan, and any struggling he did seemed to go unnoticed by his mom.  That was till her hands came back to rearrange the garment she just put on.

As Mary pulled and yanked to get more comfortable in her bra, Ryan felt the weight on his back let up, and he started to slide on the still damp and inclined skin.  Ryan slipped and dropped less than an inch lower or so, but still he ended up flailing and grabbing onto whatever his body could.  The hard rubbery nub he touched with his hands forced him to grab and clench down hard on it.  Ryan heard his mother inhale deeply.

“Oh…” She muttered.

Ryan frowned at the weird tone his mother just released.  It sounded very similar to Emily’s tone when he would mess around with her.  The sound of peeked arousal building…

“mmm,” the sound was let out as Mary touched somewhere nearby Ryan pushing and groping at her silk covered breast.  “Yeah… oh that feels good,” Mary cooed to her self in a soft tone.

“M-om-mo,” Ryan tried to shout but kept getting pushed and rubbed by a fleeting hand touching and poking.  Ryan couldn’t see them hit him, but it seemed anytime he tried to talk a finger jammed his head into his mother’s puckering nipple.  Ryan did his best to keep his face away but it was too hard.

“What am I doing,” Mary asked but it didn’t stop her hands from playing around.  Ryan felt the ripples through the flesh he clung too as Mary rubbed and molded her ample chest that was only covered in a bra.  “It’s been way too long,” Mary muttered between some sounds she was making.

Ryan didn’t want to her this!  Not from his mother!

However his mother didn’t seem to be holding back a she smushed and rubbed her hands over herself more and more.  Ryan was near most of the action as she focused on her sensitive area, which was exactly where he was.  Ryan was mashed, crushed, pressed into, and grounded into his mother’s ever stiffen nub.  As Ryan did his best to ignore the sounds and smells coming from his mother’s body, Ryan was finding it difficult to keep his grip and position.  The ever changing landscape inside his mother’s bra was chaotic and crazy.  Her dark shadowy hands blocking light from outside as they glided over Ryan’s spot multiple times.  Things were getting faster and Ryan could feel the warm skin start to get hotter from all the attention that was given to it.  Ryan gritted his teeth as his mother finally slapped her hand on Ryan’s spot and gave it a nice squeeze, or at least nice for her.

Ryan cried out as the enormous hand balled him and his mom’s flesh all into one cup sized hand.  She pushed, turned, twisted, and grind everything into her palm.  Ryan heard a noise he never thought he would hear his mother make and her body shudder.  Ryan was so appalled his mouth hung open, did she just-

Something wet splattered Ryan’s face and body as a warm cream like liquid came out of no where!  Ryan was caught completely off guard as he got the warm liquid in his mouth.  Ryan swallowed out of instinct and gagged on what it was.  His mom was lactating… he just drank her milk.

Ryan let out a mental scream of disgust as he continued to hold on and gag at what was happening to him.  

“Oh shoot… am I leaking,” Ryan’s mom commented in shock.  Not as horrified as Ryan was but it seemed this wasn’t uncommon for her.  “Well, looks like I have to buy them now.”

Still stuck, and now half drenched in his wet mother’s milk, Ryan could hear the tag being ripped off and soon the world grew dark as her shirt came over top of him.  Ryan was still stuck, the smells now trapped inside his moms clothing.  The combined smells of her perspiration and now lactation filled Ryan’s nose.  It was a sickening combo that made him want to just die, especially after what he just endured.  

Ryan was in an increasing daze as his mother gathered her things and went to a cashier.  She said something about liking the top so much she’ll keep it on.  Ryan picked up the sounds of ringing up items and soon they were moving again.  His damp and sticky body still semi-glued to his mother’s boob that continued to jiggle with each step.  It seemed the large bra gave her room to move in, unlike the other one.

It wasn’t an improvement, just a change.  He was still stuck and trapped to his unsuspecting mother.  Still being cooked alive by the ever increasing temperatures from his surroundings.  Ryan felt loopy and dizzy, almost as if he was going to black out again.  In fact he swore he heard someone’s voice that he shouldn’t have.  It sounded like Allison?

“Oh, Mrs. Day, what are you doing here?”

The all too familiar rumbling of his mother’s respond vibrating through Ryan as she spoke, “Oh just doing some shopping.  How are you Allison?”

“You know, the usual.  So, how’s things with… you know who,” Allison asked.  

Ryan’s mother let out a sigh, “It’s not easy, that’s for sure.  He’s just hasn’t been himself ever since the shrinking.  I swear it’s like he’s a whole different person.  I remember there used to be a time he just grab a hold of me and just wouldn’t let go.  He would cling to me like a little baby, but now he keeps trying to push me away.”

Ryan was in fact desperately trying to push off his mother’s skin, but was sadly unable to let go.

“Do you want to talk about it,” Allison asked.

Ryan was starting to realize this was less a dream and more of a reality as Allison’s voice wasn’t fading away.   A shiver ran up his spin as he heard Allison talking with his mom.

“Oh that’s so sweet of you, dear.  How about I treat you to some lunch?”

Ryan found himself now going on a lunch date between his mom and Allison’s

“He didn’t,” Allison gasped after a slurp from her drink.  Ryan groaned as he listened to his mom complain about him to Allison, who was just gulping it down, just like her drink.  It seemed the AC was fixed or they found the one cool spot in the entire food court, because Ryan wasn’t passing out from the heat.  He was stuck or more like plastered to the large mammary gland.  He wish he could defend himself right now, to speak up about his actions, but his mother was painting him out to be a spoiled brat.  

“I know, my little Ryan saying something like that,” Mary sighed.  “It broke my heart.”  Ryan suddenly felt a large impact from behind bashing into him, as his mother patted her chest when she said heart.  Letting out an annoyed sound at his mother’s carelessness Ryan once again started to struggle and wiggle off the big tit.

Suddenly there was a shocked and sharp gasp from across the table.  Allison had a shocked but sly tone to her voice when she spoke, “Mrs. Day… do you have a shrinky in your- I’m so shocked that you would do something like that.”

Ryan stop moving…

He was spotted, and by someone he least wanted to be found by.

“I’m sorry, dear, what was that,” Mary replied confused.

“Right here,” Allison said, most likely pointing at Ryan or somewhere on herself to indicate where Ryan was right now.  Ryan prayed that there was another poor shrinky that Allison had spotted beside him.  Maybe there was one-

Ryan felt his mother moving and the pressure of the shirt she was wearing eased up.  She was searching down her shirt.  Ryan tried to glance up through the silk fabric, and he could just make out the blurry face of his mother through the material.  Her eyes looked to be squinting at his general direction.

“Want me to squish it for you,” Allison called out from behind Ryan.  

Before Ryan could freak out over the thought of being squished to death by Allison, his mother spoke, “No, you might stain the bra.  I just bought them too,” The anger in her voice was adamant, “And it came with a pest!”  

Allison laughed, “Sounds like you got a deal, what store did you get them from again?”

“Hold on dear, let me get the little thing out.”

Ryan tried to call out for his mom, but her blurry face vanished.  Soon two large fingers came dipping in through the opening at the top of the shirt and started to aim for the top of the bra.  Ryan prayed his mom looked before she did anything to him.  He wasn’t sure how she was going to react once she finds out he was there, but hopefully it wouldn’t be anything too harsh.

The sound of Mary digging around for Ryan could be heard when finally the tip of one of her fingers jabbed at Ryan’s head.  “There it is, Mary said pinching at Ryan and dragging him across her still damp breast, pulling him out from her bra.  “Come to Mama…”

Ryan was yanked out into the open and held up to his mother’s face.  The look of disgust was present as she held Ryan up to her sneering face.  However it only last for a few moments before a look of confusion came up.  “R-r-ryan?!  RYAN WHAT-”

“MOM I CAN EXPLAIN-”

Mary nearly dropped Ryan in horror and shock but she continued to hold onto Ryan, “BABY WHAT- HOW… w-when?”

Ryan gulped.  “Uh…”

Ryan’s mom looked like she was about to exploded from shame and horror, “Oh god, that means-”

The sound of Allison moving in her seat from behind made Ryan turn around.  She was leaning in closer to examine him.  There was a look of surprise and shock, the same as his mother’s, but there was something else too.  Something hidden behind her eyes as she looked at him.  “It really is him…” Allison spoke from across the table.

“Why were you in my underwear,” Mary asked bring Ryan’s attention back to her.

“I was trying to talk to you this morning, and you weren’t wearing your ear piece-”

The look on his mother’s face grew firmer as she cut in, “What does that have to do with this?!”

Ryan huffed, “I’M GETTING TO THAT!”  

Allison seemed to be leaning in closer now, eyeing Ryan up from the other side of the table.  Ryan continued his explanation, “I was trying to apologize about yesterday and you were changing, and so I was going to leave-”

Mary gasped, “You watched me change?”

“Oh my god,” Ryan muttered as he slapped at his forehead, “JUST LET ME EXPLAIN!  I wasn’t watching you change, I was leaving, okay!  Your bra was in the way, and I went to climb over it, and then YOU put it on.”

“Mrs. Day, did you really not know he was in there,” Allison asked.

Now it was Mary’s turn to have everyone looking at her.  Something she wasn’t expecting.  Her voice was filled with hesitation, “I… well that’s, he was just too small…”

“Really,” Allison asked almost with a hint of excitement in her voice, “He was just that small?”

“H-hey,” Ryan objected.  “Mom, just look, it doesn’t matter, okay.  You found me, I’m not hurt, and we can pretend today never happened, okay?”  As much as Ryan wanted that to happen, it seemed his mother was more worried about something else.  The look of shame and embarrassment covering her face told Ryan that she couldn’t forget what had happened today.  “Mom?”  Ryan called out trying to get her attention.

The hurt that Mary had from what she put Ryan through was all over her face, easy to read.  Something that told Ryan that her mother was devastated by what he had to have gone through.  It broke her heart and it was clearly all in her expression that she was giving Ryan.

“Mom?” Ryan called out again looking at her mother more closely.  

Before Ryan could probe anymore into his mother’s emotions, Allison quickly chimed in, “Mrs. Day, if you want, I could take Ryan home for you.”

“WHAT?!” Ryan quickly shouted at the news.  Allison was going to take him home?  Ryan had the sinking feeling that home was the last place they were going.  Ryan shook his head trying to get his mother to see that he didn’t like the idea, but her focus was on Allison instead of him.

“Would you,” Mary asked sounding a little hopeful.  The look of shame and embarrassment seemed to slowly melt away at Allison’s words.  

Allison laughed, “Of course, I finished shopping a while ago, and was heading back before I ran into you.”  Allison’s hand was already reaching out, palm up for Mary to hand Ryan over.

“Mom, no please wait,” Ryan quickly blurted out.  His mother didn’t react, like she couldn’t hear his words.

Than she said some of the most horrifying words Ryan never thought he would find frightening, “Well… I do have some more shopping to do…”  It was now that Mary glanced at Ryan quickly.  As if to avoid a conversation with him she gave a quick kiss on his forehead and went on, “I’ll see you at home Sweetie.”

Ryan protested but his mother seemed to be unwilling to talk as she was already dropping him into Allison’s awaiting hand.  Once he landed on the warm skin, Ryan watched his mother get up from her seat.  It seemed Allison was the perfect scapegoat to use for his mother to run away from him.  Escaping the impending and much needed talk about what transpired not even an hour ago.  However even a mother could be ashamed to talk to their children about things, one of those things was getting off in a changing room while their child is with them…

“MOM!”  Ryan tried to call out for the last time as his large mother was speed walking away from the table.  It wasn't till the moment his mom vanished into the crowd that he recalled who he was with.  Slowly turning around in Allison’s palm, he was greeted to a sicken smile as Allison just smirked.

“Hello Ryan…” Allison nearly purred.  “It’s been a while, heck it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.”  Allison pulled her outstretched arm inward and brought Ryan closer to her face.  “Have you been avoiding me?”

Ryan looked around, off to the sides of Allison’s hand, and the thought of jumping occurred to him.  However he saw the slight bending curve upwards in her fingers.  They were prepared to react on the slightest movement he made, ready to close her fist.  She had him in the palm of her hands, quite literally.

“Avoiding you?  Why-why would you say that,” Ryan asked hoping the fear in his voice wasn’t showing.

Allison went on, “Well, we haven’t talked in like, forever.  You didn’t visit or even tell me about,” She pointed at him with her other hand, “THIS.  Than I ask to see you and Emily keeps dodging the question.  Almost,” Allison moved in closer, her smile grew many times larger than Ryan’s own size, “Like you were avoiding me.”  Allison’s piercing gaze dug into Ryan.

Ryan still tried to play it off and just shrugged a little shakily, “I was dealing with a lot…”

“Yeah I can see that,” Allison scoffed.

Ryan didn’t say anything as he continued to sit in Allison’s hand.  After a little while he finally said something, “So you-you’re taking me home?”

The look on Allison’s face wasn’t something Ryan wanted to see, “Oh, don’t worry I’ll get you home, but I never said when…”

“Wha- when?  What do you mean?”

Allison continued to have that plotting look on her face.  “Welllll, you see, Emily’s been blowing me up all day.  She’s keeps messaging me about something you did.  It sounds like you really messed up this time, something about ruining date night?  Anyway, she keeps talking about hanging out tonight.  I think we should all go out tonight, kind of like the old times.  What do you say, Ryan?  Ready for a night out, just like the good old days?”

Ryan wasn’t sure what was scaring him more, the way Allison couldn’t stop smiling or the mention of going out tonight.  Both were giving Ryan a mini heart attack as he started to feel his fear rising and his limbs freeze in place unable to move.  It was even more horrifying when Allison decided it was time to go and started to stand up.  The safe table top that might have been an easy leap to, vanished in moments and soon Ryan had over a hundred feet to fall to the floor below.  

“Don’t worry,” Allison said picking Ryan up from her palm and holding him out above a pocket in her purse.  “We’re about to meet up with Emily in a little bit.  Than we can really talk things out between the three of us, bye bye for now,” Allison called out as she dropped Ryan into the safety of her purse, and his new prison.

Ryan tried to pick out the sounds of Allison and Emily talking over the music, but it was far to loud.  They had been chatting away for what felt like hours.  Ryan had tried to find a way out of the purse he was stuck in but it was far too big for him to climb out.  There didn’t seem to be any lipstick or items in the pocket that he could try and use to get out.  Even if there was, where would he go?  Ryan was in some kind of club of some sorts, but he had no idea which one.  As messed up as it sounded, he was safer with Allison right now than trying to run away.

It didn’t help that the longer Allison and Emily talked, Ryan could hear Emily getting louder.  This only happened when she started to drink and was getting heated on a topic.  Something that Ryan used to find cute, but now in his situation things changed.  It wasn’t cute anymore, it was frightening.

“- AND THAN, OHHHH HO HO, AND THAN HE SAID,” Emily’s voice peeked over the music.

Allison’s laughter was heard before she tried to ease Emily down a little, “Okay take it down a notch Em, were out in public.

“Oh,” Emily quickly said before her voice dropped down and she continued on her tirade of about this person.  Ryan felt like he was being paranoid, but he had a sinking suspicion that they were talking about him.  However not being able to hear the exact words didn’t help Ryan’s case.  Instead he continued to listen to the sounds around him.  The ever growing tone in each girl’s voice as the night went on.  How long they sat there Ryan didn’t know, but he was exhausted from being trapped inside this purse for the greater majority of the day.   

Suddenly Ryan heard Allison’s voice grow closer as it seemed she was moving toward her purse.  “Okay, so I know this is a bad time to bring it up, but I thought since Ryan isn’t here, that someone should get you an anniversary present.

Ryan felt a dreadful feeling wash over him, Anniversary… oh no!  

Ryan’s head spun as it seemed he lost track of what day it was.  This wasn’t just any day, it wasn’t just any DATE night… this was their sixth year Anniversary.  No wonder why Emily was so upset about today.  Ryan didn't have much time to dread over the day, as the opening above him was parted to reveal several fingers descending into the bag to pull him out.  Ryan felt the large digits push into him as they yanked him free and out into the open.

For being trapped in Allison’s bag for the whole time, he was surprised at how right he had been about the area.  They were in a slightly dim club, near the bar.  The dark lights made it almost too hard to see, but the flashing lights help fill the room with an energetic hyper mood.  Ryan was gently but firmly set down on a slick surface bringing his attention to his surroundings.  Sure enough, Emily and Allison had been drinking, the evidence was all over the small club table.  Empty or nearly empty cups made a semicircle around Ryan leaving only Allison and Emily on either side of Ryan.  Ryan looked up at a confused and bewildered Emily.

“What’s this?”  She squinted and moved in closer.

“Oh come on Em, you know a shrinky when you see one,” Allison laughed.

“...a shrinky- RYAN?!  THAT’S RYAN-”

“Girlfriend!”  Allison snickered, “Keep it down,” She hissed.  “Jeez why not tell everyone about  it will you?”

“Ops,” Emily covered her mouth before repeating again, “Why is Ryan here?”

“Oh, thank God, Emily,” Ryan called out trying to get Emily’s attention, but she was focused on Allison.  Ryan wanted to rush to her, but Allison kept her fingers around Ryan, preventing any movement away from her hand.  Unable to move far, he couldn’t get Emily to look down at him.

“Cause it’s a gift… Emily, we were just talked about this.  You know,” Allison said glancing down so Emily would look at Ryan.  “Letting go.”

Ryan’s struggles stopped at those words.  “Letting go… what’s she talking about Em?”  Ryan felt his gut clench at what he feared was happening.

Emily seemed flustered as she looked red in the face, “I, uh, well… I-”

“You can do it, Emily,” Allison pushed.  “Just say what you said before.  How you really feel about this relationship.”

Ryan spun around as he was looking at the devil herself, “Allison shut up!  Emily don’t listen to her, look I’m sorry about today, okay?”

“Emily are you going to let him talk to your best friend like that?  You going to let him push you around, and control you… at THAT size?”

Ryan snapped again, “Shut up Allison!”

Suddenly Emily snapped downward at Ryan, “NO RYAN, YOU SHUT UP!”

He had never heard Emily speak so angrily before.  He was silent.  He was terrified at what was coming next.  He remained quite as he watched Emily’s emotions play on her face.

“Yeah, that’s my girl,” Allison praised Emily.  Urging her on to finish her speech.

“Ryan, I’m so tired of this.  I thought what we had was… was something.  I don’t know, something special, but I guess I was wrong.  You haven’t been the same since, well you know, and you just haven’t been the same since...”

Allison interrupted with a whisper, “You said that already.”

Emily seemed to break her train of thought, “Oh right, uh… haven’t been the same,” Emily muttered as if to get back into the flow of thought she was derailed from.  When it was clear Emily found the words she was looking for she went on, “You used to like to go and do things, have fun, and actually be happy.  Now, your like the complete opposite of the person I loved.  You don’t go anywhere anymore, you always look so depressed and sour.  I wanted to enjoy and celebrate our anniversary and you just straight up say no?  You rather stay cooped up inside the house and do nothing.”

Ryan wanted to correct Emily, he really did, but she was all over the place.  Her words were just slightly louder than the music and it seemed like she was more focused on herself talking than anyone else.  Ryan would have to bite his tongue and let her finish and pray that she listens to his side of the story.  

Finally Emily said, “I guess… I guess what I’m saying is…” She looked at her drink and took a quick sip finishing it, gaining that liquid courage she needed to say these last few words, “It’s over.  I’m breaking up with you.  Instead of celebrating anniversary tonight its celebrating the ending of a relationship.  Ryan,” Emily said with a stern face, “I’m done.”

Ryan’s mouth hung open at Emily’s statement.

Allison’s hand let got of Ryan sending him flopping to the table as she started to clap and howler, “THAT’S MY GIRL!  WOOOOW!  YOU TOLD HIM!”

Ryan was still stunned at the crushing break up that he was hit with.  She was dumping him?  Ryan shook his head this didn’t make any sense.  Sure they were having a rough patch, but this… this wasn’t like her.  Ryan spun on Allison, “What the hell are you doing?  What did you tell her?  Stop manipulating Emily!”

Allison held a hand over her mouth as she giggled, “Oh my god, he’s so mad.  Look at him.”

“Ryan stop attacking Allie,” Emily defended her traitorous friend.

“Emily, this isn’t like you.  Just, please, sober up and let’s go home and we can talk about this,” Ryan pleaded.

“Go home,” Emily asked as she actually thought about it.

“Emily, your letting him control you again,” Allison chimed in from across the table.  Ryan could see Allison hiding her smile behind her glass.

“God damn it Allison,” Ryan growled.  He wouldn’t be able to get anywhere with Emily while Allison was around.

“Let’s do a shot to celebrate and finalize the break up,” Allison quickly added.

She waved down a waiter for another round of drinks.  Ryan used this chance to run to Emily and try and get her to listen to him, “Emily, Babe, please listen.  I’m sorry okay?  I’m really really sorry, but please let’s just talk about this and work this out.”

“Work this out,” Emily repeated to Ryan.  “Work this out, but we just did.  We’re breaking up.”

Ryan went to Emily’s closest hand, “Babe you’re not thinking straight you need-”

The sound of a shot glass slamming on the table made Ryan jump.  Before Ryan could turn around he felt to familiar fingers grabbing at him.  Ryan was pulled away from Emily as Allison continued to hold him up.  She gave him a slight shake before Ryan’s struggles slowed down.

“Hey Em, remember those shrinky shots we used to do back in college?”

It took Emily a moment before a surprised and delighted look came over her face, “Oh my God!  I forgot about those.  Oh those were amazing-”

Ryan felt himself falling as Allison let go.  Ryan tumbled through the air and ended up in a small hot tub like sized cup. He surfaced and felt the strong stinging biting sensation of hard liquor all around him.  Looking up he saw the hesitant gaze of Emily looking down in confusion and shock at Ryan in her drink.

“Just like college,” Allison added.

“I don’t know…” Emily said slowly shaking her head trying to understand what Allison was saying.

“Em, come on, for old time sake…. For me?”  Allison pleaded.

Ryan wasn’t sure what he heard was for real, was Allison trying to get Emily to… 

Emily let out an uncertain sound, but her hand was already reaching for Ryan’s glass.

“WHOA, WHOA WHOA WHOA WAIT!”  Ryan screamed as the little glass cup was being lifted closer to Emily’s mouth.  Allison made a delighted sound as she watched Emily carry Ryan up to her mouth and held him just at her lips.  Ryan watched the plump and luscious mouth he adored beforehand, now bare at him with a sickening ugly red color that made Ryan fear for his life.  Those lips went agape as they approach the lip of the glass.  The cup Ryan was soon pushed to the bottom of her lip, just waiting for the right moment.  Some of the liquid spilled out and down her lip and toward her chin.  “EMILY!  OH GOD WHAT THE FUCK NO NO NO-”

“CHEERS!”  Allison shouted.

Ryan was shoved deep into Emily’s mouth with the cup full of alcohol sending him into the darker terrain.  The stale smell of liquor filled the new room along with the hot moister of Emily’s mouth.  The liquid on Ryan’s body washed off in an instant as it rolled off his skin and somewhere around it the dark cavern.  The large tongue he landed on, wasted no time as it moved and crushed Ryan to the ceiling of Emily's mouth.  He felt the air and life force drain out of him as he was smothered to the surface of her maw.  The deafening sound of gulping could be heard, but Ryan stayed still in Emily’s mouth.  A soft cough erupted deeper in the cavern before the whole chamber shook and Ryan was spewed out in a half cough and spit from Emily.

“BLEH… oh Jesus, what was that battery acid?”  Emily coughed.

Ryan laid drenched in the shot glass that was now half full of Emily’s saliva dripping off of himself.  Ryan gripped the brim of the cup like it was the only thing that could save him from another attack like that.

Allison let out a defeated sound “Awww, that was like top shelf stuff… thought you would like it.”

Ryan was still recovering from the shock of nearly being swallowed by Emily.  However neither Giantess seemed concerned with his well being.  In fact they were talking like he didn’t even exist.  It was now that Ryan realized, he had to go.  NOW!

Looking around Ryan tried to find an escape route, but between all the empty cups and the sheer drop of the table, Ryan had no where to go.  He was literately stuck between two evils.  

“Why don’t you go and dance,” Allison offered.  “Go mingle, dance, celebrate!  Have fun, you’re single again, remember?”

Emily seemed to be pondering these words, taking a few moments before she nodded and decided to go and join the moving and waving crowd dancing to some loud music that Ryan never heard of before.  Not sure if Emily was the nicer of the two giantess, Ryan watched his drunken EX girlfriend vanish.  After a few moments of shock and disbelief of what was happening, Ryan spun around to see Allison just giving him that snotty smirk.  That look like she had everything under control.

“Wh-why are you doing this,” Ryan finally asked.

Allison acted like she didn’t understand Ryan’s question, “Why?  What do you mean by that?”

“Stop filling her head with your bullshit!  Your suppose to be her friend, OUR friend!  What the hell is wrong with you?”

“My friend?  You’re suppose to be my friend,” Allison asked sounding upset at those word.  “If you were my friend, why didn’t you tell me?!”  The sudden shift in her tone hit Ryan as it was clear this was the main issue.  Allison’s demeanor finally broke as she laid it out, “You don’t even tell your best friend?!  We work together.  We drank, joked, and mess around after work!  Heck we shared things that even EMILY doesn’t know…” Allison pointed toward herself, “And you don’t tell me about your Shrinkism??  In fact you went out of your way to even ghost me!  No… no were not friends.  I thought we were, but we’re clearly not.”  Allison shook her head before going on,  “So, if you can’t treat me like a friend, than I’m not going to treat you as a FRIEND.  I’ll treat you like a simple shrinky… and Emily deserves better than having a Shrinky for a boyfriend.”

The emotion that Emily had behind her words showed how clearly upset and hurt she was at Ryan’s actions.  His lack of regard toward Allison cut deeper than Ryan would have ever imagined.  He could see the tears in the corner of her eyes building.  The anger and betrayal that she had been feeling all this time surely was coming out in full force.

“Allie-”

She quickly cut Ryan off, “Stop.  I don't care what you have to say.  A Shrinky like yourself doesn’t have the right to talk to me.  You’re nothing to me now.  And soon,” She leaned in and the sadistic cruel look on her face showed, “You’ll be nothing to Emily either.  It’s time that you leave all our lives, for good.”

Ryan felt pure fear and panic roll over him as it was clear Allison wasn’t just trying to kill him, but to remove any trace of himself from Emily.  She was deliberately sabotaging their relationship to end things between them.  The manipulative witch was going make sure Emily finished him off and most likely paint it as “he had it coming”.

Ryan was left at the table with Allison who clearly didn’t like him.  Ryan tried to say a few things but Allison was too busy looking through her phone and not paying much attention to him.  Ryan was able to get out of the shot glass after a few attempts, but he was back to square one.  Still stuck on a tall table, in the middle of a club, and no sober friends nearby.  Ryan was in a bad spot.

After another refill on Allison’s drink, and a very hungry look from the waiter, Ryan watched Emily emerge from the sea of moving bodies.  However she wasn’t alone.  Ryan watched as someone a couple of years older than himself being towed behind her.  The man was relatively good looking, or at least to Ryan’s ego of himself.  Ryan saw the man and couldn’t help but feel jealous of more than just the man’s height compared to himself.  Emily wobbled a little as she made her way back to the table.  She looked happy but really zoned out of it.  She was clearly walking a little too far to the right and than the left, dragging the man who seemed happy to follow her toward Allison.  Just before they reached the table, Allison looked up from her phone and had a surprised look.

“Look at you!  Getting back out there already?  You go girl!”

“This is David…” Emily introduced the man.

“Hey,” He just gave Allison a quick wave.

“Oh?  Well aren’t you two a nice looking couple.”

Emily seemed to blush… or the alcohol was kicking in hard all over her face.

“Emily…” Ryan called out from the table.  

The only one to respond was Allison.  “So, you guys like, vibing?”

Emily giggled, “Maybe…”

“Is she always this energetic,” David asked with a laugh.

“Only when she had a few too many,” Allison replied.  “Sooooo, you two look close,” Allison pressed.  “You both kiss yet?”

Emily blushed harder, “WHAT? No-no?  We, we just meet.”

“Oh come on, you two are cute,” Allison said getting up and closer to Emily and David.  She slowly made her move, and Ryan was helpless as he watched all three giants come closer.  Allison nudge Emily closer to David, who didn’t protest.  Allison cut Ryan a dirty look as she whispered something into Emily’s ear.  She moved in closer and closer.

“PLEASE JUST STOP!”  Ryan shouted as he watched Emily’s plump lips collided with David’s.  It was all over once they connected.  The one peck turned to three and than it was full on smooch city as they went to town.  The sounds of each giant being making out filled the air over all the other noises.  Ryan fell to his knees, watching Emily kiss and get felt up by this… this David guy.  Some random stranger.  The only one that noticed Ryan was Allison, and it looked like she was getting pleasure in watching him fall apart.

Ryan didn’t know how long it went on, but it was long enough that David and Emily moved into the seat across from Allison still stuck to each other.  Emily stuck in David’s lap and head dipped close to his.  Every once in a while they would get back to kissing after a brief few moments of just looking at each other.  Ryan could see David’s hands crawling over Emily, touching her all over and in certain spots that Ryan knew she enjoyed feeling.  If Ryan wasn’t his size right now, he would have tackled David and attempted to beat him senseless… but that wasn’t happening.

As horrible and torturous it was to watch Emily and David nibble and suck each other’s faces, Ryan heard Allison suggestion something much more horrific.

“Maybe you guys should take it to the bathroom…”

The making out stopped for a moment as both giant lovers looked at each other.  It was like they were talking telepathically.  Each knowing what the other wanted to do.  Slowly Emily got up off of David and he soon slid out of the seat.  David took Emily’s hand and started to leave.

“Hey Em’s wait.”

“mmmm” Emily muttered as she turned around.

Ryan wasn’t ready for Allison to swipe him off the table in quick motion.  Ryan was stuck in Allison’s hand as she carried him toward Emily.  Suddenly he was dropped into Emily’s semi open hand.  The fingers slowly curled around him and Emily instinctively closed her hand on him.  As Ryan shouted for Emily he heard over the music the words Allison spoke.

The first few parts were unrecognizable till the end, “You guy should have a threesome.  I’m sure it’ll be fun.”

Ryan gasped, “Three-threesome?!?!  ALLISON! WHAT THE FUCK!  You, this guy, and Emily?!”

However it wasn’t till Emily responded with a, “mhmm…” that he, David, and Emily started to walk away from Allison.

“Enjoy!”  Allison called out, and something in her voice told Ryan that she was talking to him.

The sounds of Emily and David walking around could be heard before the sound of a door swinging open filled the air before it was shut closed.  The loud music that was muted and dumb down.  The soft thumps barely audible through the barrier.  It didn’t take long before the sound of kissing and mooching filled the air as Emily and David got back at it again.  Emily’s fingers tightening and squeezing each time David grabbed her and brought her closer.  They were like some kind of crazy sex machine as they moved in time with each other, walking toward somewhere.

Ryan heard another door shut close, and a lock.  They were in a bathroom stall.  The sounds of heavy gasping and panting increased as the pace of swapping spit increased.  Ryan felt disgusted but above all, he felt betrayed by Emily.  All it took was a few drinks and some slippery words from Allison, and their relationship just crumbles like that?

Suddenly David’s voice cut through the sounds of the two making out, “So… a threesome?  Your friend going to be joining us soon?”

Emily let out a deep chuckle fused with a snort, “Noooo, not her… my Ex.”

Ryan heard David let out a startled, confused, but also worried, “EX?!”

“mhmmm, right here…” Emily muttered as she lifted her fist with Ryan in it up.  Ryan watched as Emily’s fingers opened and Ryan was faced to face with the large male’s big ass face.  His curious eyes and pointed noise filling Ryan’s sight.

“Oooooh, a shrinky?  Shit girl, you should have started with that,” David chuckled.

Ryan knew he wouldn’t get any where with David, so he tired Emily.  He spun around in her palm and looked at her…. It wasn’t pretty.  Her eyes were half open and she had blissful look on her face.  She was so zoned out that she probably didn’t even know where she was.  However this didn’t stop the male from taking the lead.  David was already unbluckling his belt.

“I like what you can do with your tongue…” David spoke.

“mhmmm,” Emily muttered almost as if in a dream.

“How about you show your EX-boyfriend, how you suck dick.”

“Hehehe,” Emily giggled, “Silly… he knows… how… I, uh, lick his …. yeah,” Emily said nodding in confirmation.  Ryan watched as Emily started to slink downward.  He was still in her one palm as Emily crawled down David’s body.  It wasn’t till she was at his belt and buckle that she didn't know what to do.  Ryan still trying to get her to notice,  watching as she fiddled with David’s belt.  Finally helping after a few moments, David pulled his pants down and let his underwear stick out in front of Emily’s face.  The clear outline of his member showing for everyone in the stall to gaze at.

“Whenever you’re ready… just don’t take too long,” David chuckled again.

Emily took that as a challenge as she started to pull down the only garment that was covering the man’s junk.  Ryan watched the long shaft of the male’s member pop up and stick out like a spear.  Ryan was horrified at the size of the said beast as Emily looked and gazed upon the monster in her face.  It wasn’t till Emily’s other hand reached out and touched the meat stick that Ryan realized the true situation he was in.  Emily finally decided to use her other hand, the one with Ryan in it.  Ryan felt his body falling as Emily tilted her palm to grasp David.  Ryan landed on the hard and flaming hot stiff member sticking outward.  Ryan held onto the long log, not wanting to fall down to the dirty bathroom floor and left to be forgotten.

“OH FUCK!” David gasped as the sound of Emily’s moth slurping up the long length of the male.  Ryan just happen to be in the path as Emily slurped upward toward Ryan.  Fearing his fate, Ryan struggled toward the hips of David, to escape the all consuming mouth of Emily.  The sound of Emily moaning around the schlong, vibrated up the length like an earthquake.  Ryan felt his legs and arms tremble not in just panic and fear, but from the reverberating noise as he tried to stay attached.

Ryan seemed to just be out of Emily’s reach with her mouth as she bottomed out behind him.  The sound of Emily breathing around the meat stick tickled Ryan’s back as he did his best not to cry from the nearly mouth gulping experience.  Still Ryan wasn’t going to sit there thinking it was safe from Emily’s lips and throat.  Instead Ryan started to climb a little further up the throbbing penis beneath him.  Ryan scooted forward a few more inches.

A shadow came over Ryan as he looked up.  Emily’s right hand passed by Ryan.  He watched with pure dread as Emily used her hand to grip David’s dick by the base.  In a slow but rushing wave of skin, Emily jerked her hand down the shaft.  Ryan sat up and held his hands up in protest but the hand was too large and it quickly collided with him.  Any progress Ryan made was deleted as he felt himself being carried away with Emily’s hand.  Struggling against the force of Emily’s hand pulling and pushing him closer to the tip, he could feel the ground under him turn from warm hot skin to a moist layer of slime as he was now sliding down the path Emily’s mouth was just sucking on.  Ryan felt the change in the surface he was on, and spun around.

It was just in time as Ryan witnessed the most horrifying sight he had ever seen in his life.  Emily had her mouth open and her head tilted back just beneath the tip of the cock he was on.  It was like Ryan was going down a water slide, only at the end of the slide wasn’t a pool, it was Emily’s open mouth trying to catch him and anything else falling off the penis.

Emily’s grip on David’s pecker didn’t let up as it continued to roll Ryan closer to the tip.  No amount of struggling that Ryan did prevented the hand from shoving him forward toward the edge.  It wasn’t till Ryan was launched toward the bulbous head near the end that Ryan heard the sounds coming from Emily’s mouth.

“Maaaaaaaahhhhhh,” She utter with her tongue out and her throat open wide, gasping like a sink hole.  Ryan frantically tried to regain his grip and ground, but on the slight slopping edge, he was losing ground.  Emily’s hand pulled back and like a piston, started to push her hand along the length once again.  Faster now.  Stronger.  More intense force behind her hand.  The groan from David far above proved that Emily was doing something right.  However it was all wrong for Ryan, as once her hand reached the tip again, he was launched off the top of David’s cock.

Ryan let out a cry for help as he looked up at the long penis being jerked up above growing out of size, while the hot heat rising from below grew stronger.  The scent of alcohol filled the air as Ryan spun around and caught the sight of the dark abyss awaiting for him.  Emily didn’t even react when Ryan hit the back of her tongue.  He was either too small or she was too distracted to notice.  However the sounds coming from deeper in Emily’s throat were still coming up in a reverberating mess.  Ryan shook from the cords echoing up from her throat.  Combined that with the slick and down hill angle her tongue had him on, Ryan slowly started to roll down the back of the tongue and toward the gaping opening below him.

“Nonono,” Ryan again cried out in a panic as he struggled to grab something that wasn’t slick and damp with spittle and could hold his weight.  The only thing he could grasp at was the slick damp tongue that was giving way to his weight pressing into it.  Ryan couldn’t do anything but struggle as the jostling flesh around him threaten to shake him lose.  High above he could hear David making more noises as he was almost ready to cum.  Emily’s hand beat faster on his meat, while Ryan slipped deeper down her gullet.  Finally it happened and Ryan lost all his strength in his hands and arms and he fell backwards into the moist open hole behind him.  Light vanished as he fell deeper, bouncing and rubbing up against the slick sticky walls around him.  They threatened to crush him as he got caught somewhere.  The sound of air rushing past him above, meant he was past the trachea.  Somewhere deep in Emily’s throat somewhere, heading toward her stomach.  The smell of alcohol in the air was much thicker and stronger.  It was tempting to make Ryan drunk from the fumes.  However he used his arms and legs, to find some kind of sturdy brace on the walls.  Holding himself up from slipping deeper.  Ryan had hope… he could climb upward.  Try and get out of this hellhole-

The sound of Emily breathing suddenly getting cut off from above confused Ryan.

Ryan froze baffled as to why she stop breathing.  The sound of gagging and gurgling could be heard above as it sounded like something was chocking her?  What the hell was going on??  The walls started to shake and ripple around Ryan.  His hold was loosening as he slipped a little deeper as Emily’s throat was being opened up.  Ryan panicked and wailed out for it to stop.  The only answer he got was louder noises and something smelling strongly of fish or musk.  

Before Ryan could determine what was making that smell or the sounds above him or what the hell was going on.  A rumbling roar from outside of Emily was heard.  A sound of thick liquid came pouring down on Ryan.  The slimy sticky substance slathered him as the walls all around him opened up wider and he lost his grip.  He started to slide down before another large copious amount of fluid blasted Ryan and he was launched deeper and deeper into Emily hunger food tub.

Gurgling on the fluids collecting around him, Ryan descended further down.  He was chocking on the nasty salty fluids as he descended and in a rush toward his final stop, Emily’s stomach.  The heat increasing each every inch he fell downward.  The sounds of gurgling and growling growing and increasing only reminded him of his sealed fate of where he was heading.  The horrible fact that he was just another shrinky to her after all…