Thursday Morning:
“Ohhh my fucking head…” Ryan mumbled, rolling over to slowly and clumsily begin to climb to his feet. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dimly lit room around him, but Ryan realized that he was still on the couch. He somewhat recalled passing out on the couch last night, though more specifically he remembered falling asleep on top of Amanda’s massive butt cheek. Ryan peered over towards the hallway that led out of the living room, waiting quietly to see if he could hear her moving about the house. After another minute of serene silence, Ryan figured that Amanda must’ve woken up at some point in the night and crept off to her own bed.
“Probably for the best.” Ryan said softly, stretching out his arms and legs before he began to walk towards the foot of the couch where his ladder offered a safe way down to the floor. He was a bit surprised that, even in her drunken state, Amanda had the coherency to pluck him off of her buttcheek and set him down on the couch, rather than letting him drop onto the floor. To be completely honest, he probably would’ve preferred if she would’ve just dropped him off in his own room on her way to bed, but abandoned on the couch was certainly better than being squashed beneath her so he wouldn’t complain.
Walking across the cool hardwood floor through the living room and towards the dining room, Ryan peered out the window. He surmised that it must’ve been close to sun up, given the light gray sky and the audible chorus of birdsong just outside the window. He hated being awake this early, but now that he was up and his head, arms, back and legs all ached painfully, Ryan figured it would be worthwhile to get back to his own bed before trying to fall back asleep. It took some time, but Ryan eventually made it into the dining room, walking over to the stainless steel ladder that led up to his own makeshift bedroom.
ZzzzZzZzzzzzzz
Ryan froze for a moment, nearly mistaking the shockingly loud snoring coming from down the hallway for some sort of wild animal. He let out a quiet chuckle once he realized that the nearby bear was nothing more than his titanic sister snoozing her way through what he imagined was going to be an equally dreadful hangover. He wished now that he had access to his phone so he could get a recording of her loud, unruly snoring to taunt her with, but unfortunately it was still impounded.
“Oh well.” Ryan muttered, ascending the ladder onto the top of the dining room table where his makeshift bedroom patiently awaited his return. The shrunken man spent a full minute guzzling cool water until his stomach could no longer accept any more liquid before finally crawling back into his own bed, pulling the covers up to his chin and trying to get a bit more shuteye.
SLAMMMMMMMM
A loud, booming crash caused Ryan to tear out from under the covers, already on his feet before he could turn to see the massive, unamused face of his titanic sister looming above him. He took a deep breath, letting his heart rate settle as he acknowledged that he wasn’t in any danger, before looking the giantess up and down. If Ryan thought he was struggling this morning, then Amanda must’ve been near death. The normally bubbly and cheerful blonde looked as though she had been lost in the jungle for two days, her har a scraggly mess and her eyes barely opening to regard him. Ryan stared up at her for a short while, trying to stifle a wide grin as she let out a long, exaggerated groan.
“Ughhhhhhhhhhhh.”
“Good morning Manda Bear.” Ryan said with a smirk, referencing the nickname that their parents constantly used when she was a little girl, right up until the point where she had a mild meltdown to force them to stop using it. Of course, it was after her meltdown that Ryan had begun using the nickname ironically when he felt the need to get under the giant woman’s skin.
“What’s good about it?” She asked groggily, completely ignoring his attempt to annoy her. “I feel like fucking shit.”
“That makes sense… you look like shit too.” Ryan snickered, only stopping when his gigantic sister’s massive finger reached out and flipped over his tiny bed. Ryan jumped back, throwing his arms up in protest as his pills and blankets tumbled off the mattress and the mattress off of the frame.
“Aw, what the hell Mands? Not cool. You’re not the only one having a crap morning.” Ryan snapped.
“Mmmmm, sorry. Head hurts.” She said, her voice still so drowsy that Ryan couldn’t actually tell if that had been a sincere apology or not. “Here. This kept waking me up.” Amanda complained, sliding Ryan’s massive black phone across the table in front of him. He noticed his alarm timer on the home screen that read “Snooze: 6:52.”
“Oh yeah, that’s my alarm. Sorry about that.” Ryan said sheepishly, staring intently at the glossy screen. There weren’t any messages or missed calls from Laura displayed on the home screen and he wondered whether or not Amanda had snooped on his phone at any point last night.
“Mhmmmm.” The siblings sat in silence for another long, drawn out minute as Ryan quickly disabled his phone’s alarm. When she did not immediately reach to collect it back, the small man began to get his hopes up. Was she really not going to take it back? Was his “grounding” finally at an end?
Pppppppffffttttttttttt
“Ohhhhh my god.” Amanda let out a deep sigh of relief as she leaned to the side and released one long, thundering fart that legitimately scared her tiny brother. He looked up at the towering blonde with bewilderment. Sure, she had managed to avoid doing that while he slept on her ass… at least, he didn’t remember her farting near him last night. But still, it continued to surprise him how cavalier she was about doing something so nasty in front of her own brother.
“Those nachos fucked up my stomach.” The giantess complained with a huff. Ryan finally noticed the smell of her warm morning breath that continued to wash over him every time that she sighed. Waving a hand in front of his face Ryan walked over to his bed and began trying to flip over the frame, taking a step back when Amanda eventually reached in to correct her mistake with two fingers.
“Well, the beers probably didn’t help either. Not exactly a probiotic combination.” Ryan said with a chuckle. Amanda groaned again, letting her head droop down and slam loudly against the table. Ryan assumed that it probably sounded worse to him due to his size, but seeing her slam her forehead against the hard table and then refuse to move had him wondering if maybe he should be a bit more concerned about her wellbeing.
“Ughhhhh, do you remember what happened last night?” Ryan pondered her question for a moment. Evidently she was a bit more of a lightweight than she had initially posited last night. If a single six pack had her forgetting things, then Ryan couldn’t help but feel a bit worried about her going out and partying with her college friends. But that was a concern for another time. Right now, he had to decide what to share about their escapades from last night. With a reluctant sigh, Ryan shook his head, figuring that if she didn’t remember what happened then he really didn’t have any good reason to fill her in.
“Nah, not really.” He lied, hoisting his mattress back into place before taking a seat on the bed. “I mean, we ate nachos, we drank beer. We watched that godawful movie… but that's about all I remember.”
Amanda raised her head and gave Ryan a pouty frown before standing up and turning to see that her side was facing the table. “Did I fall down or something?” She asked, lifting her shirt as she tried to inspect her body for a bruise. Ryan did not see any evidence of a bruise, however, her tight fitting pajama shorts were riding low enough that he got a good look at her underwear peeking out from underneath. Quickly averting his eyes, Ryan waited for Amanda to return to her seat before looking up from the table.
“Uhhhh, not that I remember.” He lied. With another groan, AManda dropped her shirt back down and spun on her heels, walking off towards the kitchen where Ryan watched her fetch a glass of water, chugging it immediately before filling it up once more and grabbing a bottle of aspirin from the cupboard. The giantess slowly returned to her chair, tearing the lid off of the bottle and popping two large pills onto her tongue before draining an entire lake’s worth of water down her powerful throat.
“Gahhhhhhh oh my god.” She gasped, having to make the difficult decision between quenching her thirst or drowning herself in her own kitchen. With that out of the way, Amanda opened her hand and allowed a third pill to tumble down onto the table. Ryan stared at it for a moment, appreciating the gesture but not quite sure about how to actually consume the suitcase sized pill.
WHAM
Ryan nearly fell backwards off his bed as Amanda suddenly and without warning brought her glass of water down onto the table with a thundering slam. She twisted the glass for a moment before lifting it back up, revealing a small pile of white powder where the pill once sat.
“Enjoy… I’m going back to bed.” Amanda mumbled, standing back up and walking off towards her bedroom.
“Uhhh thanks.” Ryan muttered back, still in awe over the sheer casual force she exerted without even thinking about it. He looked down the hall, watching his little sister slowly saunter her way back to her room, not bothering to address the mild wedgie she was suffering as her large, round cheeks attempted to swallow up her shorts. As she walked away from him, Ryan couldn’t help but grapple with the new paradoxical perspective he had for his sister. On one hand, she was a giant. A veritable goddess in her capacity for destruction. With a simple flick of her wrist she could reduce him to dust without so much as a second thought. But on the other hand, she was still his little sister. He laughed at her aches and pains, though he felt deeply for her and wished for her wellbeing. He felt this odd desire to shield her from the truth, knowing that she would be overly hard on herself should she learn about how she acted around him in her drunken state. She was a monster, powerful and terrifying. But she was also a woman, soft and kind.
PPPPPFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTT
Ryan furrowed his brow, watching the giant pause in her doorway for a moment, just long enough to lift one leg and release a mighty fart before disappearing into her room. Maybe he was wrong… maybe she was just a monster all the way through.
“Whatever.” Ryan scooped a small handful of the aspirin powder, taking a moment to try to judge what a good dosage would be for his new tiny body. After a moment of lazily thinking about what a conversion would even look like, the small man just shrugged his shoulders and popped a fair amount of powder into his mouth, quickly chasing it down with water from his dispenser. It wasn’t like he was going to overdose on aspirin anyways. And with that thought, Ryan slid back into his bed, hoping to get a bit more sleep. Whatever happened, he had no intention of doing anything productive today.
Friday Morning:
Ryan awoke the following day with a long, satisfying stretch, smacking his lips together sleepily as she slowly rolled out of his bed. Taking a minute to stretch his weary limbs, the tiny man enjoyed the warmth of the sunlight radiating in through the kitchen window.
“Damn, what time is it?” Ryan thought to himself. He walked over to his phone, gently setting his foot down on the screen to activate the device. “Shit. Already past nine? God it feels amazing to sleep in.”
After waking up yesterday morning with a nasty hangover, Ryan and Amanda chose to spend the entire day simply loafing around the house, watching TV and listening to music, aside from the hour or two that Amanda spent working on some homework. Honestly it felt like just what he and Amanda needed to help get themselves back on track after all the tension that had built up between them. However, because he had slept so much throughout the day to try and nurse his hangover, Ryan struggled to get to sleep at a reasonable time and wound up watching streams on his phone all night.
“Gonna have to try to get back on schedule.” He said to himself, though in truth, he really didn’t have any reason to wake up early these days. It wasn’t bad being able to sleep in, but there was definitely some part of him that felt a bit nervous about the prospect of becoming overwhelmingly bored. “Oh… shit.” Ryan muttered. In all the excitement over the past week, he had neglected to work on his project. Having gotten his degree in software engineering and database management, Ryan had been working as a contractor for a pretty big research company for the past thirteen months. One of the perks of this type of work was that his schedule was his to manage, so long as he had deliverables to handover when the deadlines came. “Fuck, I should probably call Eric and let him know what happened.” The small man shook his head and mentally filed that task away on his to-do list. Now that the shock of his shrinking had largely worn off, the time to start dealing with his old life was getting closer and closer.
“Hey, you up yet?” Ryan sent a text off to Amanda. He listened for the sound of her phone from her bedroom, but oddly enough he was met with only silence.
“Morning… was starting to wonder when you were gonna get up. Lol.”
“Are you at the house?”
“Nope. I’ve got class Friday mornings. You alright? Need me to come home?”
“Nah, all good. Just wondering where you’re at. I’ve gotten used to waking up to the sound of your clomping feet. Gonna look into getting a laptop that I can use. I need to start thinking about getting back to work.”
“Clomp? Keep it up smart guy, we’ll see who gets clomped on when they least expect it! And some of us don’t have the luxury of sleeping in. I for one wanted to get a workout before class. I don’t suppose that you’ve done any exercise this morning?” She replied sarcastically, causing Ryan to smirk at the screen. “But that’s a good idea. We should probably look into getting you like a fridge or something too. I left a granola bar on the table, but my Friday schedule is packed so I won’t be home till late. If you’re looking for stuff online, try to think of some other stuff you used to have in your apartment.”
Ryan peered over to the far side of the dining room table. True to her word, Amanda had left a half eaten granola bar a little ways away from his open concept bedroom. He furrowed his brow, slightly disgruntled by the fact all of his means for the day were the leftovers of his little sister’s morning snack, but ultimately he was glad that she continued to think of him as she navigated her own very busy life.
“Perfect, oats for breakfast, cranberries for lunch and chocolate for dinner. So, how late is late?” He followed up his snarky text with a laughing emoji to make sure that she didn’t think he was being ungrateful.
“Exactly, the three food groups.” She clapped back with a long string of her own emojis. “I've got class at noon and at three and then I've got practice from 4-6:30. I can stop home between classes if you need me to, otherwise I’ll be back around 7.”
“I should be fine. I’ll talk to you after class.”
“See ya! Love you!”
“Thanks Mands, love you too”
Ryan let out a sigh and began to walk over towards the massive chewy granola bar. He was alone again. For as nice as it was having Amanda around to hang out with, it sort of made the apartment feel that much more empty whenever she left for the day. Maybe he ought to ask her to take him to class with her sometime? Would she do that? Would she be allowed? Ryan shook his head as he pulled a rolled oat the size of an apple away from the sticky mound of the partially eaten snack bar, silently chastising himself for how needy he was being. The last thing that his sister needed was to have to worry about him while she was supposed to be studying.
“I’m just bored. I’ll be fine once I’m working again.” He told himself, biting off a chunk of the large, syrup covered oat. Taking his time to enjoy his breakfast, Ryan spent a few minutes sitting on the edge of the table, looking out across the massive landscape of Amanda’s apartment as he roasted between the different components of the granola bar. In the midst of his serene morning snacking, Ryan was jumpscared by the sound of his phone ringing loudly behind him.
Carefully scooting back off the edge of the table, Ryan rolled to his feet and quickly jogged over to the phone, feeling eager and a bit anxious to see who was calling him. When he finally reached his phone, Ryan was stunned to see “MOM” printed across the screen in large white letters. Why the hell was she calling him? Did she know about his condition? Did Amanda tell her something? What if she went by his apartment and found that he wasn’t home? Shit, what was he going to tell her? A million thoughts raced through the small man’s head as he grappled with the idea of facing his mother. Fortunately for him, Ryan had spent so long with his mini panic attack that he wound up missing the call, sending her to voicemail. He stared blankly at the screen, frozen in place as he waited to see if she was going to call him back, almost as if the slightest movement would give away his position to his prying mother. Shortly after dropping the call, Ryan’s phone chimed again, this time signaling the arrival of a voice message. With a shaky hand, Ryan reached out and pressed play.
“Good morning sweetheart. Sorry, that I missed you. Just wanted to check in and see how you’re doing. I haven’t heard from you in a little while. I hope you get this and call your mother back. I’m always delighted to hear your voice. Anyways, I hope to see you for dinner this weekend. Love you sweetheart! Mwah!”
Ryan sat in contemplative silence for a few minutes after hearing his mother’s message. It had been nearly six weeks since he had last spoken to her. And now suddenly she reaches out to invite him to dinner, just after he happened to have shrunken to three inches tall? Something about the whole situation made him suspicious. He thought back to Amanda’s repeated requests to try to get him to reconnect with Natalie. It was likely that this was a coordinated effort on both of their parts to try to get him to start coming to family dinners again, though if he did truly know his mom, Amanda had probably asked to handle it herself but their mother couldn’t help but chime in.
“Goddammit.” He sighed, contemplating whether or not he wanted to respond. Of course there was some part of him that wanted to put everything behind them and reconnect with his family. But now… in his current condition? What would they think of him? Obviously Amanda had been nothing but supportive from the moment that she found him in his apartment, but she was special, they had always been remarkably close. But what would his mom think? Or Brooke? He certainly had some thinking to do. And most likely he was going to need to have another long chat with his sister.
Friday Evening:
“Ry! I’m home!” Amanda called out, a loud crack of thunder echoing behind her as she forced the door closed with a heavy shove. Ryan watched from the dining room table as the giantess entered the apartment, removing her dark green university branded jacket and kicking off her shoes before she began to plod across the living room with wet, heavy steps. Ryan felt bad for his massive sister, seeing her stand before him, her hair and clothing absolutely drenched from the rain.
“Jesus Christ…” Ryan muttered, looking her up and down. “I figured they would cancel practice with how damn hard it was coming down. Are you freezing?” He asked, showing a fair amount of concern for the giant woman’s wellbeing. Amanda shot her brother a puzzled look, giving a quick glance down at her saturated tank top as it clung to her torso.
“Wha-ohhhhh, yeah… no.” Amanda said, chuckling lightly as it finally dawned on her what Ryan was talking about. “We were in the gym today. Rain doesn’t usually stop us from practicing on the turf, but when it starts to thunder and lightning, we have to take it inside. This isn’t rain, it’s all sweat baby.” She gestured down at her soaked clothing.
“Oh…. ewww.” Ryan said, looking squeamishly at his sister as she laughed, pulling her sweaty tee up over her head, revealing her well toned abdominal muscles. Hearing his remark about her sweaty body, Amanda began to flex in front of her tiny brother, first showing off her biceps and triceps before twisting her body to flex her back and glutes.
“Keep talking short stuff, this is what hard work looks like!” She said playfully, showing off her impressive musculature to her very captive audience. And Ryan was hard pressed to argue with her. Sweat clung to her tanned skin, giving her the appearance of an oiled up goddess as she flexed her toned back and shoulders in his face. From where he stood, Ryan got a decent little view of her chest, spying a tiny bit of sideboob as the athletic titan posed for him. When she stood up, his eyes caught a glimpse of a large droplet of sweat that began to slowly arc downward, encouraged by the movement of her shoulder blades. He followed the droplet down the length of her back, gaining size and speed as it continued to absorb all of the sweat in its path as it raced downward. His breath caught in his throat as it descended past the small of her back, disappearing into the depths of her tight spandex shorts and leaving his gaze locked onto her round bum as she inadvertently rested her cheeks on the edge of the table.
“You know, you could come and join me at the gym. The school facility has an RP weight room and everything. I hear it's pretty awesome.” Amanda commented, looking over her shoulder. Only once she began to turn to face him was Ryan able to finally free his eyes from her butt, stammering nervously as she looked up to meet his sister’s gaze.
“Uhhh, well. I mean… I can get a pretty good workout in right here you know.” He quipped, rolling up his own shirt sleeve to flex his admittedly less impressive muscles back at her. “I’ll have you know that I went up and down the table ladder like four times today. Plus I jogged! And I even did some pushups.” He said, stretching the truth a bit, knowing full well that his athlete sister would find his claim that standing up from his bed watching videos on his phone, to be dubious at best.
“Oh yeah. I think I can even see a muscle.” She replied sarcastically, lowering her massive face to the table to inspect him with one massive eye. Ryan let his arm drop as he shrugged his shoulders, thinking a bit more about the idea of spending some extra time with his sister.
“I don't know, it might be good to get back in shape.” He admitted, not hating the idea of at least checking out this RP only gym. Amanda’s face lit up with excitement as she heard him being receptive to the idea.
“Yeah, for sure. It’ll be fun!” She cheered, smiling brightly at him as she returned to her full stature. “Now, I need a shower real quick. Wanna watch a movie when I finish?”
“Sounds good.”
“Great, back in a bit!”
Eventually Amanda returned from the bathroom, collecting her tiny brother from the dining room table on her way to the couch. As the giantess plopped her massive frame into the soft embrace of the leather sofa, she let out a grateful sigh of contentment, relieved to be finished with her day. As she began to scroll through the digital catalog of movies, Ryan was placed in the breast pocket of her plain, loose fitting nightshirt. He intended to protest at first, preferring to not sit directly on top of his sister’s breast, but once he felt the warmth radiating out from her body and smelled the sweet vanilla scent of her lotion, he decided to simply let it slide for the time being.
“So… mom called me today.” He said, not moving his gaze from the TV as the opening cinematics began to play on screen. From his place in her shirt pocket, Ryan could swear that he heard his sister’s heart begin to race at the mention of their mother.
“Oh? That’s great… how’d that go?” She asked, trying to remain casual.
“Well, it didn’t I guess. I let it go to voicemail. She left a message saying that she wants me to come to dinner this weekend.”
“I see. Well, did you tell her that you’re coming?” Amanda asked, subtly lowering the volume on the TV as she struggled to hear her brother’s soft voice. He paused for a moment, not sure why she was so confident in his intention to participate.
“No… because I don’t know that I am…” Ryan replied. At this point, AManda’s giant hand descended upon him, plucking him from her pocket and gently setting him in her palm so that they could face one another.
“But you said you would!” She pouted. But Ryan shook his head and crossed his arms.
“No, I said I would think about it. And I did think about it, but I really just don’t think it’s a good idea right now.” Ryan’s eyes fell to his feet. This was a perfect example of what he was talking about. Small enough to stand in his little sister’s palm, the small man simply wasn’t sure if he was ready to confront his mother.
“Come on Ry, you’re going to have to face this at some point. And I promise, I’m going to be with you the whole time. You have my unwavering support.” Amanda urged, pleading with her brother to trust in her care for his well being.
“I don’t know…”
Amanda paused for a moment, her heart aching for her tiny brother. She wanted desperately for him to know the full support of his loving family. If only she could convince him to get past this rift with their mother.
“Alright… hang on.” She said, popping off the couch. Ryan was set gently on the seat before Amanda walked over to a small plastic bag that sat beside her duffel at the front door. She reached into the bag and pulled out a cardboard box, using her arm to shield it from Ryan’s gaze as she returned to her tiny brother. “Alright, are you ready? Three, two, one… viola!”
Amanda unfurled her arms holding out the box in front of Ryan so that he could finally see the label.
“Kawashrinki Personal Electric Motorcycle… wait… you got me a motorcycle?!”
“Ta-Da!” Amanda shouted gleefully, tearing open the top of the box and lowering a small, matte red motorcycle onto the couch cushion. Ryan stared at the bike with awe, mesmerized by the apparent craftsmanship of such a small vehicle. He stepped forward, setting his palm against the machine’s chassis, admiring the sturdy feel of the metallic body. “Holy shit… this is crazy.”
“Yup, all electric, so we can keep it charging on the floor at night. Now you won’t have to worry about getting caught underfoot and you won’t have to spend so damn long following me around the house.” Amanda said, playfully ribbing her brother for his insistence on remaining independent around the house.
“Jesus Christ Amanada, this is incredible. Thank you!” He said, falling to his knees to closely inspect the inner workings of the machine’s engine. However, before he could climb on top and see how it felt between his legs, Amanda plucked the bike up with two fingers and placed her hands on her hips.
“Not so fast, mister. This little hot rod is conditional on you agreeing to come with me to Mom’s tomorrow.” Ryan let out a heavy sigh. Throughout their childhood, it was commonplace for their parents to use bribes to convince Amanda to do things. So it wasn’t all that surprising that she would resort to this in order to try to get him to come along to dinner. Fuck it. He thought to himself, focusing intently on the shiny new bike in her right hand.
“Goddammit fine. I’ll go to dinner.” He relented, finally acknowledging that he was going to have to face his giantess mother sooner or later. Amanda erupted into a fit of loud cheers and hearty giggles as she collapsed down beside her brother. She had become overwhelmed with joy and could not help herself from sweeping him up in her hand and firmly pressing him into her chest as she attempted to hug his tiny body.
“Alright, alright. Put me down!” Ryan cried out, feeling himself sink deep into the soft flesh of his sister’s boob. Not wanting to damage her newly brokered peace, Amanda quickly lowered her brother down to the floor before placing the motorcycle on the floor beside him. She removed the charging cable and all of the other accessories from the box, giving Ryan some time to fool around with his new gadget while she settled back onto the couch, lying quietly beside her tiny sibling, watching him play around with a smile on her face.
Saturday Afternoon:
“Hey, you ready to go?” Amanda asked as she crossed briefly through the hallway on her way from the bathroom to her bedroom. Ryan didn’t bother to respond. It was less of an actual question and more of a notice that she was simply nearing the point of being ready to go. Ryan stared at his phone’s lock screen, sitting quietly on the edge of his bed as he waited for AManda to finish her post gym shower. It was now Saturday. Officially one week after he had first shrunken down to his new size. One full week of coming to terms with all of the various challenges that came alongside his new handicap. And while he might have become more comfortable with his size, Ryan’s thoughts became burdened by more nuanced stressors. Work. Talking things out with Laura. Meeting with his mother. All of these things weighed heavily on his mind, some more so than others.
“Hey, are you ready?” Amanda asked, now standing in front of the table, putting in her second earring. Ryan looked up from his phone, looking the giantess up and down. She was wearing a pair of tight fitting jean shorts that showed off her muscular thighs as well as a cute white top that looked incredibly light, perfect wear for the bright sunny day that contrasted yesterday evening’s rainstorm. Ryan looked down at his own outfit. He was wearing a pair of khaki pants and a bright red polo shirt. God, he felt like a fucking golfer. If only he had spent a bit more time and effort in picking out a suitable wardrobe when he and Amanda went online shopping.
“Mmmm, you look good.” Amanda said, almost as if she had been reading his mind.
“No, I look like that fucking moron from those insurance commercials.” Ryan replied flatly, remaining seated on his bed.
“Blake? No… you look good. You look like you’re putting some effort into your outfit to meet with the family without being too overly formal. It’s a good choice.” Amanda said, somewhat successfully assuring her tiny brother. “So, you ready to go?” She asked, lowering her hand towards the table. The miniature Miller boy let out a heavy sigh before taking a deep breath and walking into the palm of his giantess guardian. Amanda cradled her brother close to her chest as she slipped her feet into her sneakers before stepping out the front door and hurrying over to her car. This was actually the first time that Ryan had been outside of the apartment since Amanda had brought him home that first night. When the giant woman opened the car door, an intense wall of heat radiated outward, buffeting Ryan and causing him to drop to his knees and cover his face.
“Shoot, sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” Amanda said meekly, turning her body and holding Ryan out the door as she attempted to turn on the car and get the AC running. Once the interior of the vehicle was sufficiently cool, Amanda set her brother down on the passenger seat and began driving towards their destination.
Cruising down the thru-way to get out of the city and into the suburban neighborhood where they grew up, Amanda turned up the stereo and cheerfully sang along as Ryan sat quietly in the passenger seat, focusing intently on his phone, rotating back and forth between playing a gacha game and checking their location on the map. With each and every mile that they ticked off of their trip, Ryan felt more and more uneasy about his reunion with the family matriarch. His only solace that he could find was whenever he turned to look up at his tremendous sibling, she seemed to feel his gaze upon her, turning to look at him and giving a warm smile every time.
“Alright, you ready?” Amanda asked, pulling into the familiar driveway in front of his mother’s Colonial style house. Ryan stared nervously out the window as he was picked up off of the seat and held gently in Amanda’s palm.
“Is it too late to go home?” He asked nervously, only partially joking at this point.
“You can do this. I’ve got your back. Always.” Ryan nodded quietly, attempting to calm his racing heart as Amanda threw open the car door and proceeded towards the house.
“Moooooom? I’m here!” Amanda shouted as she crossed the threshold into the front room. Ryan stood frozen in his sister’s hand as they awaited a response that never came. Amanda carried him further inside, stopping in the kitchen to set down her purse and alongside it her shrunken sibling. “Huh, must be in the backyard. I’ll go check.” She said, walking away from the table.
“Hey, wait!” Ryan called out, watching Amanda swiftly walk away from the table. It always surprised him how fast the giantess was able to move, because in a few seconds, she had completely disappeared from the immensely large room.
“Mom? Brooke?” She called out, her voice echoing back into the kitchen before Ryan heard the sound of a door opening and closing. Shit. Now he was alone. Ryan nervously wrung his hands as he silently hoped that Amanda would return before anyone else came in and found him.
“Honey? Amanda, is that you?”
Ryan’s blood ran cold, too scared to turn around as he felt the immense vibrations of a colossal titan drawing ever closer. Ryan slowly backed up toward his sister’s purse, hoping to hide from his mother’s sight as she finally crossed into his field of view. To his surprise, Ryan was greeted by the sight of his mother’s gargantuan bum, clad in a black two piece bathing suit. Quickly averting his gaze from her rump, Ryan looked up, noting the thin, vaguely see-through coverup that was wrapped around her.
“Hun? Hmmm, she must’ve gone out back.” Natalie said to herself, noticing Amanda’s things on the table, but not seeing her daughter anywhere. Ryan let out a sigh of relief as his mother’s eyes passed over him without seeming to actually notice him. The giantess turned to face away from the small man, checking the pot of pasta sauce that was simmering on the stovetop. As she leaned down to smell the beautiful bouquet of aromas wafting out of the pot, Ryan quietly studied his mother. She seemed smaller than when he had last seen her. Or perhaps… more fit was a better description, seeing as how she dwarfed his size more than a dozen times over. She must’ve been working out somewhat regularly, as her slim figure left her with a nice hourglass shape to her body. Looking at her like this, it was easy to tell that she was Amanda’s mother, built just the same, only with more time and experience resting upon her curvy hips.
Unfortunately, the similarities to his loving sister didn’t do much to soften Natalie’s image in her son’s eyes. At this scale, she was simply far too intimidating for him to creep out from within Amanda’s purse where he had slowly hidden himself, praying to avoid detection. After a brief bit of stirring the gargantuan woman looked up from her pasta sauce, pausing momentarily to look around the room, when suddenly her gaze locked on to exactly where Ryan hid within his sister’s bag. He attempted to back up even further, but found himself running into something that blocked his retreat. Natalie’s eyes remained locked directly on him as she strode curiously across the kitchen, only stopping once she reached the dining room table. Ryan’s lungs gripped within his chest as his mother’s hand reached out toward him, gripping onto the mouth of Amanda’s purse before lifting it up into the air.
“Well, this is cute.” Natalie said, admiring the craftsmanship of the adorable little purse, mercifully unaware that her shrunken son was hiding within.
“Oh, hey Mom!” Ryan finally breathed a sigh of relief as he heard Amanda’s voice, prompting his immense mother to set down the bag on the table.
“Sweeite! How are you? Oh it’s so good to see you!” Natalie exclaimed, reaching out to wrap her daughter in a tight hug, holding her tight for several seconds before finally letting her go. “How was the drive?”
“Good, good. Drive was fine. Traffic wasn’t too bad, thankfully.” Amanda said, giving her mom a warm smile.
“Well, dinner is nearly ready. Brooke’s out by the pool. Why don’t you go put your suit on and you can join us. Get a bit of girl talk in before we eat.” Natalie said with a grin, squeezing her daughter’s hands. It was at that moment that Amanda leaned to the side, searching the table for her tiny brother. Silently she began to kick herself for leaving him alone in the first five seconds after quite literally promising not to do that. As she tried and failed to locate her tiny brother, Natalie noticed this strange behavior, turning around for a moment to see what her daughter was looking at before turning back to give Amanda a puzzled look.
“What are you looking for, dear?” She asked. Amanda bit her lip gently moving the various bits of clothing and other items on the table as she looked for Ryan.
“Ummmm. Well. It's… it's about Ryan.” Amanda said, not sure how exactly she was going to broach this subject. Natalie’s face lit up at the mention of her son. She knew that Ryan and Amanda still remained close. It was the whole reason that she had asked Amanda to intervene on her behalf.
“Ryan? Did you talk to him? Is he coming?” She asked excitedly. Amanda then gently pushed past her mother, now frantically searching for the tiny man. “I tried to call him yesterday, but he didn’t respond.”
“Well, there’s something you should know about Ry…” Amanda said, finally picking up her purse from the table and peering inside. She let out a sigh of relief when she spied her tiny brother cowering behind a tube of lip balm. Staring up at his enormous sister with panic and regret painted across his face, Ryan began to flail his arms around, silently begging his sister to call this whole thing off. He didn’t care how far they had come. He didn’t care about the motorcycle. He would gladly sit here quietly in her handbag if she would just not tell their mom about him. However, Amanda had no plans on giving in to Ryan’s fear. With a gentle hand the giantess blonde reached in and concealed his body in her closed fist. Ryan tried to push away from the massive fingers, seeking refuge behind the random clutter scattered about the bottom of Amanda’s purse. But no matter what he put between himself and the slowly encroaching fingers, Amanda merely knocked it away and continued towards Ryan’s body. With a final grunt of defeat, Ryan was constricted by the giantess’ massive fingers as she pulled her hand from the safety of her purse.
“What is it? Did something happen? Is he okay?” She asked nervously, watching as Amanda turned and held out her fist in front of her.
“I should probably just show you…” Amanda said, hoping and praying for this to go well.
“Show me wh-”
Amanda effectively silenced her mom by opening up her hand, revealing a tiny Ryan standing timidly in her palm. The small man waved a hand nervously as his mother slowly moved her face in close, completely bewildered by what she was seeing.
“Hi mom…”