Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick
Ryan sat uncomfortably on the kitchen table between his sister and his mother, awaiting some sort of response from his mountain sized mother. He thought back to how he felt looking up at Amanda’s enormous body back when she had first found him in his apartment. Their mother was a hair taller than Amanda was, but looking at her now, as she stared down at him in complete and utter shock, Ryan felt smaller than he ever had before.
“Mom…” Amanda finally spoke up, breaking the tense silence and removing what felt like the weight of a train from Ryan’s chest. “Are you okay?” Natalie blinked several times, her mouth hanging agape as struggled to process the bizarre reality unfolding before her.
“I… I don’t…” She stammered, searching for something to say that would effectively encapsulate the tens of thousands of thoughts in her mind. “No! No, I am not okay! What… how did this happen?!”
Ryan cleared his throat, opting to just walk her through the last week of his new life. “Well, I was at-“
“I don’t understand!” Natalie boomed, her voice immediately drowning out Ryan’s explanation before it could even begin. “You got tested! You told me that you got tested.”
Ryan sighed, biting his tongue as his frustration continued to mount. He predicted that this would be a running theme for the remainder of his time here at his mother's house. She’d ask a question. He’d try to answer. And then she’d cut him off, continuing that cycle until he got overly frustrated, lost his temper and inevitably said something regrettable.
“You told me that you were immune.”
“I lied…” Ryan said loudly, blurting out the words before she could get the chance to talk over him. However, the somewhat cold and unintentionally disrespectful manner in which he delivered that fact made Natalie’s expression turn sour. Ryan noticed this and immediately realized his mistake, quickly trying to explain himself further. “I was too nervous to go. You know how I feel about the hospital. I just got scared and so-“
“How could you be so irresponsible?” Natalie interrupted again, slamming her hands down on the table in frustration, causing Ryan to stumble from the tremor. Either Natalie didn’t notice or didn’t care because she continued to emote and rant, gesturing towards her shrunken son. “I told you to go, you said you would and then you lied to me? And now look at you!”
“Mom, I’m sorry for lying to you. But honestly-“
“But what?” She snapped. “If you had gotten tested like I told you, we would’ve been informed. We could’ve gotten ahead of this. There’s treatments available. Hormone therapies.” Frustrated desperation dripped from every word she spoke.
Ryan let out an exhausted sigh. Deep down he knew that he couldn’t fault her for it. This was shocking news being dropped on her out of the blue. Given the gift of foresight, he might have chosen to break the news to her remotely earlier in the week, but there was no changing their circumstances now; a sentiment that he desperately hoped that his giantess mother would soon adopt.
“Look, Mom, I’m sorry for lying to you, but those treatments are all just stop gaps. There’s no cure for this thing.” He replied, but Natalie simply wasn’t having it.
“That’s no reason not to take advantage of every opportunity in front of you. Look at Jenny Donner’s son. They stopped his shrinking!”
“Mom, Ben Donner is two foot two and still shrinking. Just a lot slower. Realistically there’s not a whole ton of difference between his size and mine.” Ryan replied. It wasn’t exactly a shining example of successful living post-reduction. People didn’t talk about it, but everyone remembered the New Year’s Eve party when Sarah Jennings took off her boot and stepped on Ben’s squirming head. Sure, Sarah lost her job, her friends and was pretty much a pariah now. But anytime that anyone looked at Ben Donner, all they saw was his tiny arms flailing beneath her grimey foot.
“He’s ten times your size. I’d say that’s a pretty big difference!” She retorted, clearly unamused by his excuses.
“Not really. The world’s no more accessible for him than it is for me.” Ryan said, stepping directly into a conversation that he wasn’t sure that Natalie was actually prepared to have. “And besides, that shit is expensive as hell and insurance doesn’t cover any of that crap yet. What would that buy me anyways? A fifteen percent chance to stay normal?”
“You know damn well that I would’ve helped you. That’s what family does, we help each other.” Natalie shot back.
“Mom, those treatments last for life. That payment never goes away. Ever.”
“You’re not the first person to ever get diagnosed with an incurable disease!” Natalie was shouting now, her face painted with visible frustration . “We would’ve figured something out! I would’ve done ANYTHING to help you beat this! But now look at you!” Natalie slammed her hands down on the table again, this time causing both Ryan and Amanda to flinch nervously as her voice reached an enraged crescendo. Ryan had to cover his ears as the sheer volume of his mothers booming voice began to put undue strain on his tiny ears. She paused for a moment, her stern gaze weighing heavily on his tiny shoulders. She put up her hands, gesturing broadly towards her miniature son as her face contorted with a subtle hint of disgust. “You’re the size of a fucking insect.”
“FUCK Y-“ Ryan felt his blood begin to boil in an instant. He stepped forward, unconcerned by his titanic mother’s violent outburst, pointing a finger up at her accusingly as he started to curse her out. Thankfully, Amanda moved her own tremendous body in between the two, putting a brief pause on the conversation to allow them some time to cool down. Ryan’s voice trailed off as he was faced with Amanda’s enormous butt, blocking his view of Natalie with her round cheeks.
“Mom! You can’t say stuff like that!” Amanda shouted loudly, turning briefly to look down at her tiny brother. “Ryan, take a deep breath. Mom, you need to apologize. Now.” Amanda then stepped to the side, allowing the two stubborn hotheads to look at each other once again.
Natalie looked stunned by the sudden emergence of her eldest daughter coming to the aid of her frustrating son. She began to stammer and stutter, choosing to defend herself rather than simply apologize for her remark. “I… For what?”
“You can’t call reduced people insects!” Amanda retorted.
“That’s the whole reason we stopped talking in the first place! You saying shit like that! Why the hell do you think that I called Amanda when I shrunk?”
“I didn’t call you an insect, I said you were the size of an insect. It’s totally different. You’re putting words in my mouth!” The Miller matron shouted back, crossing her arms in defiance of her children’s accusations.
“Everyone needs to just take a deep breath and calm down.” Amanda said, doing her best to maintain the thin veil of peace between these two agitated family members.
“I will not calm down! My son is three inches tall! Look at you! You’re going to…” The two siblings waited expectantly as Natalie’s voice trailed off. Her mouth hung open slightly as she seemed to be momentarily lost in thought, until suddenly the older woman’s eyes carried back to her shrunken son. “When did you shrink?” She asked, causing both Ryan and Amanda to shift nervously. They knew that this would do little to calm their mother’s tempestuous fury, but there wasn’t really any way for them to avoid the question now that it had been asked.
“How long?” Natalie reiterated. Ryan let out a tired sigh and looked up at his gigantic sister with an apologetic shrug.
“A week.” He said plainly.
“A week?!” Natalie repeated back, her shock and betrayal displayed loudly on her face. Her eyes bounced back and forth between her two oldest children, searching for some sort of explanation. “And I don’t suppose that you’ve been staying on your own since you shrank?” She asked, already knowing their response.
“No, he’s been staying with me.” Amanda replied, causing Natalie to throw her hands once again, turning on her heels to march into the kitchen, unsure of what else to do with herself at this moment. Amanda and Ryan waited patiently for their mother to finish her theatrics before she came stomping back into the dining room.
“Your sister? You’ve been living with your baby sister for this whole week? Putting her out? Jesus Christ, Ryan, she’s a student. She has more than enough on her plate already!” Natalie shouted angrily. Amanda straightened up, not appreciating being infantilized by her mother and used like a weapon to spite her brother.
“I offered to take him in, Mom. And I’m not a child, so don’t act like-“
“And you didn’t once think to mention this to me?!” Natalie snapped loudly, startling the younger woman and immediately silencing her. “We’ve talked five times this week and you didn’t tell me that my son was shrunken?!” Natalie’s voice reached its crescendo as she slammed a hand down onto the table in frustration.
“HEY!” Ryan shouted, his blood now boiling over his mother’s misdirected rage. “Don’t you give her any shit! That was my decision, not hers. You want to be pissed at someone, be pissed at me!” He screamed, no longer feeling quite so dwarfed by the platinum blonde giantess.
“Oh I am plenty mad at you…” Natalie said, dropping her gaze back down onto Ryan.
“The fact of the matter is… I was scared.” Ryan’s admission gave his mother pause, allowing her temper to begin to cool as Ryan shared his fears with her. “I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what was going to happen to me. And I was too scared to call you. I was too scared to reach out because lately I don’t know where we stand with each other. So honestly, if I didn’t have Amanda looking out for me… I might very well have been dead by now.”
A long, heavy silence sat in the air following Ryan’s revelation. Both Ryan and Amanda watched wordlessly as the pain of failing to be there for her child resonated with the older woman. Natalie did her best to hold her composure, shakily falling into a seat as she struggled to cope with being confronted with her shortcomings. No matter how much her children confounded her, no matter how many mistakes they made, never did she want them to feel like she wasn’t in their corner.
“Mom, I’m sorry if I hurt you, but Ryan asked me to let him tell people in his own time and I respected his decision.” Amanda said, her voice soft and calming. “And Ryan, I appreciate you sticking up for me, but I am a grown woman and I made the decision to respect your wishes and I would do it again if I had to.”
Ryan stared deeply into his mother’s eyes. Seeing the tears beginning to well up, he felt a twinge of guilt in his stomach. Regardless of the rocky history between them, she was still his mother. And being responsible for the pain she was suffering right now was weighing heavily upon him.
“Mom, I’m sorry that I hurt you, but the fact is, I’m shrunken. There’s no changing that now. All we can-“
“Hey, what’s going on?”
Everyone turned to find Brooke standing at the patio door, looking confused as Amanda stood over their mother while Natalie appeared to be extremely upset. As the youngest Miller daughter stepped into the house, approaching over her mother’s chillier, her eyes went wide once she finally spied her tiny brother standing on the kitchen table.
“Holy shit, Ryan is that you?!” Brooke shouted, her face breaking out into a wide smile as she stepped in between her sister and mother and dropped to one knee so that she was looking at him face to tiny face. “Woah… this is crazy.” Ryan smiled awkwardly as he gave his little sister a polite wave. Brooke’s reaction to the news of his shrinking was markedly different from his mother’s and honestly it was pretty far removed from Amanda's initial reaction as well. Instead of confusion or outrage, Brooke seemed to be largely amused by her brother’s adorable stature.
“Hey Brooke.” He said meekly, getting buffeted by the hot fog of her breath as she let out a hearty laugh.
“Oh my god! This is so fucking crazy! Look how cute you are now!” Brooke shouted, clearly much more amused by this whole thing than anyone else was. She smirked as she gently reached one finger in Ryan’s direction, poking him in the stomach before retracting her finger a moment later. “Wow. I thought you said you were immune.” Brooke commented, not realizing that she was inadvertently kicking a hornet’s nest.
“That’s what we all thought.” Natalie commented snidely, eliciting an unamused glare from both Ryan and Amanda.
“Ehhhhhh, alright, yes. Ryan told all of us that he was immune, but he lied because he was nervous about going to the hospital and having the test done. So he contracted the virus, shrunk down a week ago and he’s been living with me in my apartment since then.” Amanda explained, causing Ryan to then look up at her, throwing his hands up in frustrated exasperation. The blonde giantess just shrugged and returned an apathetic look. “Listen, she was going to have questions. Let's just get it all out into the open so we can get past all of this tension and start working towards something productive.”
Upon that remark, Brooke looked over her shoulder to where her mother was struggling to retain her composure and finally all of the pieces began to fall into place. The youngest sibling smirked, reaching down to wrap her fingers around Ryan’s tiny body. Ryan let out a short yelp but he was snatched off of the table before Amanda could even react to what was happening.
“Hey! Hang on. You can’t just go picking him up all willy nilly. You need to ask!” Amanda chided, not at all unaware of the irony given how often Ryan had yelled at her for doing just that. Thankfully, Brooke held her tiny brother very carefully in her palm, hoisting him up to her face so that she could inspect him a bit more closely.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be careful. I just wanna get a good look at him.” She replied, studying her tiny brother closely. She smiled as she reached out to begin inspecting his adorably miniature limbs between her fingers. “Heh, I bet you wish you had gone and gotten tested now, huh?”
“Yeah, thanks so much for pointing out my fuck up. Where were you years ago?” He asked sarcastically, trying to tug his arm free from Brooke’s grip, but failing to do so in the face of her overwhelming strength.
“I was probably off getting tested. My god, look at you. You’re like a freakin action figure.” Brook replied, gently lifting Ryan off of his feet in her hand. In response to being dangled by the elbow, Ryan let out a sharp yelp that caused all three of the nearby giantesses to perk up. Brooke released her grip after hearing the helpless squeal, letting Ryan fall onto his back in her palm. “Oh, shoot. Sorry.”
“Brooke, he’s not a toy. He’s our brother and we all need to be more careful about how we’re interacting with him.” Amanda said firmly. Brooke nodded her head, smiling sheepishly at her shrunken brother while she lowered her hand down to the surface of the kitchen table.
“Sorry Ry. I was just messin with ya.” Brooke said, giving him a halfhearted smile as he stepped off of her hand.
“He’s been through a lot in the last week Brooke. He doesn’t need your jokes, he needs our support.” Amanda reiterated. Ryan looked up at the visible embarrassment on Brooke's face and he couldn’t help but feel grateful for how protective Amanda was being over him. But ultimately she was right. What they needed right now, it wasn’t more division. They needed to start healing.
“Sorry.” Brooke repeated, but Ryan waved at her with the arm she had pinched a moment ago.
“No harm, no foul. See? Apology accepted. And thank you for that.” Ryan said, eliciting a relieved smile from his big little sister. He then looked over to where his mother was sitting, still scowling in their general direction with a look of frustration and anger painted across her face. “Hey Mom, are you okay?”
The matronly titan looked up from her hands, her eyes sliding lowly over to where Ryan was standing on the table. To his chagrin Natalie’s expression did not soften at all. In fact her brows began to furrow as her lips pursed ahead of what was going to be a surprisingly angry tirade.
“Okay? No… no I am not “Okay.” My children have been lying to me for a full week and my only son is only three fucking inches tall.” She slammed one hand down on the table, causing Amanda and Brooke to flinch and Ryan to tumble back to his knees. “I am feeling a lot of things right now, but none of them even remotely resemble being okay!” The angry woman stood up from the table with a huff before exiting the room, her thighs slamming into the table and throwing Ryan a few feet backwards, knocking flat onto his back. There was a tense moment of silence, where Ryan felt so incredibly vulnerable. If his mother were to lose control and succumb to her rage, he doubted that either of his sisters would be able to intervene in time. Every little micro movement in her arms made Ryan fear that he was about to be reduced to nothing in a moment of enraged passion. Thankfully though, instead of squashing him like an insect, Natalie angrily stormed off, disappearing into the hallway before the loud SLAM of her bedroom door echoed through the house.
“Jesus. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her that mad.” Brooke said, her voice soft as she looked towards the hallway to make sure her mother wasn’t returning. “Kinda scary.”
“Yeah me either.” Amanda said, her shoulders slumped in disappointment. Ryan climbed back to his feet, shaking his head as he stared off towards NAtalie’s bedroom before turning back towards his sisters.
“Well, that went about as well as I expected.” He remarked to Amanda who just shook her head and shrugged.
“It certainly couldn’t have gone worse, that's for sure.” She replied.
“I mean, it wasn’t that bad right? She could've, like, squashed him or something.” Brooke added in, causing both Ryan and Amanda to look up at her, dumbfounded.
“What the fuck Brooke? Why would you even say that?” Amanda scolded.
“Oh come on, it was a joke. I’m trying to lighten the mood a little, jeesh.” The younger, slightly taller sibling put up her hands in defense, unaware of just how sensitive the topic of squishing was going to be.
“A joke about our mother brutally crushing our brother to death? Are you fucking dumb? Why don’t you-”
“ENOUGH!” Ryan shouted as loudly as his tiny lungs could muster, bringing both of his sisters to a dead silence. He paused for a moment, waiting until he was certain that he had both of their attention before continuing. “Look, we don’t need to be fighting with each other. There’s been enough of that for a moment.”
“Sorry.” Both girls replied in unison, each one giving the other a wordless look of apology.
“So… what do we want to do now?” Amanda asked, finally cutting through the awkward silence.
“We should probably just give her some time to cool off right?” Brooke asked. Ryan nodded his head. It would do his mother some good to sit and marinate with all of this news for a little while.
“Well, you want to go out to the pool? Talking to Mom had me feeling so friggin nervous, I could use a dip.” Amanda suggested.
“Works for me.” Brooke replied.
“What about you Ry, go get some sunshine?”
“Yeah, yeah that sounds fine. Better than sitting in here alone.” The small man remarked.
“Cool, well, I’m gonna go get changed. Brooke, you want to carry him out to the pool?” Amanda asked, hoisting her bag up over her shoulder. Brooke leaned down, lowering her hand flat against the table and adopting a posh British accent as she gestured for Ryan to climb on.
“Your limousine, sir.” She joked, pantomiming the removal of a small cap from her head.
“Thank you Jeeves.” Ryan replied with a laugh. “To the pool, posthaste.” Brooke smiled and laughed softly as her tiny brother climbed into her hand before she escorted him out onto the back patio and then down to the inground pool in the backyard. Brooke kept Ryan level with her chest as she proceeded out towards the pool. He tried to keep his eyes pointed forward, but with every single step the giantess’ massive breasts jiggled tauntingly.
“This is so surreal. You’re so light, it’s almost like you’re not even there.” Brooke commented, staring down at the shrunken man to make sure he had sailed away on a gust of wind.
“Have you never held a reduced person before?” Ryan asked, crouching down to more effectively use Brooke’s fingers to shield himself from the gusts being generated by the simple act of her walking around.
“No, have you?” She asked, causing Ryan to chuckle loudly.
“No, but it’d be pretty hard to do now.” Brooke laughed at his comment, finally arrive poolside where she walked over to a pair of lounge chairs with a small table between them.
“So you’ll just have to take my word for it. It’s weird.” She repeated, setting her tiny brother down on the table between the two chairs.
“I know, imagine how I feel. Everything is so friggin big and terrifying. And I can’t do anything on my own anymore. It’s a huge adjustment.” Ryan wasn’t trying to be a bummer or anything. He didn’t want his sister’s pity, but it did feel nice to be able to at least talk about it with someone.
“I can’t imagine. It sounds terrifying. I’m just glad that I’m immune.” Brooke said, unwrapping the towel around her waist and laying it down on the concrete pool deck beside the clear, sparkling water. Ryan remained silent as he took in the statuesque form of his youngest sister, her large butt sticking out in his direction as she leaned over to flatten her towel. He wanted to look away, but as Brooke idly hummed, gently rocking her hips from side to side, he couldn’t help but stare at the gentle curves of her cheeks.
“Yeah, well. This is just my lot in life now I guess.” Ryan said, gulping nervously as Brooke reached behind herself to remove a mild wedgie that she was getting. The towering titaness quickly stood up to her full height before turning around to approach the table where she had left Ryan.
“I guess, but if that was me, I’d be freaking out right now. I mean, look at me… I must look so huge to you right now.” Brooke said, smirking down at her little toy sized brother. As she stepped up to the table, her muscular thighs gently impacted the edge, causing Ryan to stumble momentarily. He certainly couldn’t argue with her. Craning his neck to stare up at the Greek Goddess before him, Ryan would’ve admired how flat and muscular her stomach looked if he weren’t so deeply unsettled by the way that she was looking at him right now. While he had his unfortunate run-ins with Amanda, those were at least accidental. But there was something… sinister, about the way that his youngest sister was looking at him now.
“Yeah, I mean you're definitely… big. Maybe a tiny bit intimidating too.” Ryan stammered, eliciting a slight giggle from his titanic sister as she began to extend her hand towards him.
“Scuse me.” Brooke said, smirking as her hand slowly moved forward towards the table. Ryan felt his heart begin to race as time slowed down around him. No one else was around. It was just him and Brooke now and she had him totally cornered with nowhere to run.
“I bet you wish you were immune…” The giantess said, though in reality it was all just a figment of Ryan’s overactive, paranoid and frustratingly deviant imagination. Ryan was paralyzed as Brooke’s powerful fingers coiled around him, squeezing him enough to force the wind from his lungs as he was hoisted back up to her smiling face. “But you’re not immune… you’re just a little toy.” The gigantic blonde sneered, pulling Ryan forward and mashing his tiny, helpless body against the sturdy wall of her abdominal muscles. Ryan’s face was dragged across the surface of Brooke’s tummy as the giantess grinned at him from on high.
“You know, a body like this doesn’t come easily… it takes a lot of hard work.” Brooke twisted Ryan’s body, rubbing his face against her sweaty skin, dragging all across her stomach and even dunking his head inside of her navel. Ryan coughed and sputtered as his mouth filled with the acrid taste of sweat until she finally removed his head from her belly button with a loud pop. She grinned at him with a sinister smile, gently rolling his tiny body between her two fingers
“Hard work… and a proper diet.” Ryan watched in horror as Brooke opened her mouth, her eager tongue wiggling around beneath him as he was dangled precariously between two of her fingers. Brooke let out a loud, hearty laugh that rang in his ears, his nostrils filling with the scent of her warm breath.
“How about that, little Ry?” She asked, bringing Ryan close to her mouth before dragging her tongue across his face before lowering him down towards her neck. “Would you like being your little sissy’s snack?” Ryan sputtered and coughed, trying to shout and beg for her to stop, but for some reason the words got caught in his throat.
“That’s right, you’re going to slide all the way down my throat…” She once again pressed Ryan against her warm skin, starting at her throat and slowly dragging him down the path of her esophagus. Ryan squirmed wildly between his sister’s fingers as she began to pass him down her chest, through the sweaty valley of her cleavage and down to her flat, toned tummy. “And then PLOP. You’ll land right inside my belly, trapped with my stomach acids and whatever other stupid little snacks I decide to eat. It’ll be dark and smelly and you’ll have no way out.” She taunted pausing for a moment before pulling Ryan away from her stomach and in front of her face again.
“Actually, that’s not quite right.” She said, her lips curling into a sinister grin that sent chills running down his body. “There is one way out. But you’re not gonna like it.” With that, Brooke brought Ryan down and around her back, bringing him face to face with her massive, perky rear. Ryan felt his heart stop. She couldn’t be serious… she couldn’t be this cruel.
“That’s right Ry, I’m going to eat you up and then tomorrow morning, I’m going to squeeze you out of my fucking ass.” Brooke jammed Ryan forward, pressing his face uncomfortably into her ass cheek as she rubbed him around in circles, gently tracing the outer edges of her asscrack. “God how fucking humiliating for you! Can you imagine, getting swallowed by your little fucking sister, traveling all the way through my digestive tract, only to get pushed out my fucking ass? So fucking pathetic.” Ryan’s face was suddenly pushed deeper into his sister’s crack, dragging along the bumpy, sweaty flesh in between her heavy cheeks.
“I wonder what you would prefer, being digested in my stomach, or surviving long enough to escape my colon the natural way.” She said with a sneer, pulling Ryan’s tiny body away from her butt and bringing him up towards her face.
“I’ll bet you’d actually like it you fucking perv. Well? Would you? Do you want to get eaten by your little sister?” She brought the helpless squirming little man to her lips before whispering one last taunt in his ears. “Well too fucking bad, cuz this is happening and there’s not a single fucking thing you can do about it.”
With that, Brooke gently placed Ryan on her tongue, keeping her mouth open for a moment to give him one last chance to crawl to freedom before she maneuvers him towards the back of her throat. The sound of cruel laughter echoed in his ears as Brooke’s jaws slammed shut, sealing him away from the outside world.
“Scuse me.” Brooke said, snapping Ryan out of his strange nightmarish illusion and dragging him back to reality. The tremendous blonde reached beyond the smaller man, grabbing a plastic bottle of sunscreen and gently shaking it. .
“Ryan… Ryan? You okay?” Ryan blinked several times, shaking his head as he realized that he was just standing there staring up at his sister with the dumbstruck, slack jawed expression on his face.
“Huh? No, yeah… I’m fine.” He replied clumsily. Brooke cocked her head to the side, raising an eyebrow at her brother’s strange behavior.
“You get lost on me? You seem a little zoned out.” She lowered her head down towards the table, closely inspecting her brother once again, unsure if maybe the shrinking had some other weird side effects on him.
“No, I’m fine. Totally fine. Just lost in thought/” He admitted, though never in a million years would he ever tell her the truth about those thoughts. Not only because he didn't want her thinking that he was scared of her or that she had to treat him like some delicate little thing all the time, but also because he wasn’t sure exactly how she would react to the admission of the strange, semi-sexual nightmare. The giantess started at him for a good long moment before shrugging her shoulders and squeezing a large, fat blob of sunscreen onto her hand.
“Want some?” Brooke asked, gesturing down to the glob of white, oily grease in her hand. Ryan swallowed hard, trying to force the visions of Bully Brooke from his mind as he forced out a meager reply.
“Uh, um. No, I’m all set.”
“Suit yourself.” Brooke replied with a shrug, smearing the sun screen over her hands before she began to apply it to her arms. “I’m looking to get a bit more of a bronze going, but I really don’t want to deal with a sunburn.” Ryan watched, fascinated, as Brooke continued to apply the protective balm to her skin, staring with her moderately well denied arms, moving on to her slender shoulders and impressive chest. As she made her way down her body, Ryan was mesmerized by the glistening shine of her toned abdominal muscles. Why the hell were both of his sisters so fucking fit?
“Jesus Christ.” Ryan frantically tried to avert his eyes as Brooke leaned forward to apply a generous layer of sunscreen to her legs. As she bent forward, her round, perky butt poked out, clad in a cute, light blue swimsuit that clung seductively to her ample posterior.
“Did you say something?” Brooke asked, looking over to where Ryan was now oddly staring up into the sky.
“Hmmm, nope. Nothing.” Ryan muttered, looking back down to find Brooke smirking at him. Did she know? It wasn’t his fault that his sisters seemed so keen on acting all provocative in front of him.
“Hey, so… could you give me a hand?” Brooke asked, her voice suspiciously sweet.
“Ummm, sure, what do you need?” Ryan asked. Without warning Brooke scooped him up off of the table, collecting another dollop of sunscreen in her free hand before she laid down on her beach towel. Once settled, Brooke placed Ryan on the small of her back before scrapping the glob of sunblock nearby to where he now stood.
“Mind getting my back for me?” She asked, lowering her chest down to the ground to give her miniature brother a flatter walking surface to work on.
“Are you serious? That’s going to take forever.” Ryan complained, surveying the vast landscape of his sister’s warm back.
“Oh don’t be a whimp. I need your help. I’m sore from all the training I’ve been doing lately.” Brooke looked back over her shoulder. She flexed her buttocks for a moment before shaking them gently from side to side. “From volleyball practice to circuit training in the weight room. God it’s been killing me.” Ryan stared wordlessly at the twin moons of his sister’s peachy rear. His mouth ran dry as he recalled the threats made to him by his nightmare version of the unstoppable blonde goddess. He turned back towards Brooke’s head, not wanting to let his focus longer on the giantess’ massive butt.
Ryan let out a heavy sigh as he stepped up to the large glob of sunscreen on Brooke’s back. “Yeah, I remember running two-a-days for football. God it was brutal. But it seems like it's doing some serious good for you.” Brooke giggled as she felt Ryan’s tiny hands begin to press into her back, very slowly moving across her back one centimeter at a time.
“Thanks. I definitely think so. Some days are tough, but I love the results. Plus most guys go fucking crazy for a muscle mommy these days, so its a win-win. I can see why Amanda was so adamant on keeping up with her workouts going into college.”
“You know, I’m really not so sure about this.” Ryan said. After only a minute or two of trying to help with the application of sunscreen, almost all of Ryan’s body was coated in the greasy slime. Even if he were able to keep up this pace consistently, it was going to take him all damn afternoon to finish this task. “I mean, you’ll probably get a sunburn just waiting for me to finish.”
“Well then you should speed up a bit.” Brooke replied snarkily.
“Did you forget that I’m three inches tall?”
“Did you forget that you owe me?” Ryan paused for a moment, unclear about what she was even referring to. The titanic blonde looked back over her shoulder, seeing Ryan staring up at her with a confused look on her face and let out a loud sigh. “Ughhhhhhhh, my birthday. You missed my birthday!” Ryan was taken aback.
“No… I was totally at your birthday. I got you that bluetooth speaker that you wanted.” Ryan argued.
“You showed up for five minutes and then left. That’s not “coming to my birthday.””
“Well, it was right after I got in that fight with Mom and It was awkward and I didn’t want to kick up a whole other fight on your birthday.” He said, genuinely believing his intentions to be good.
“Well, I would think that my big brother could find a way to remain civil with our mother for one day in order to celebrate his little sister. I was bummed when you left. You only turn 18 once.”
Ryan let out a heavy sigh. She was right, of course. He could try to justify it all day long, but ultimately it was a selfish choice. “I’m sorry B. I didn’t… I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Apology accepted, but if you’re still feeling guilty then you can ease your conscience by rubbing in that sunscreen.” Brooke said cheerfully. Ryan relented, walking back over to the goopy pile of cream and dipping his hands in before falling back to his knees and smearing it across her skin. Brooke let out a satisfied sigh as she lowered her head down and rested it on her arms. Ryan continued his assignment for another couple of minutes until the landscape of Brooke’s body began to shift, knocking him flat onto his face.
“Hey, what’re you…” He looked up to find Brooke reaching a hand behind her back, undoing the string of her bikini top and letting it fall to the side. “Is that necessary?” Ryan asked, growing more uncomfortable with this situation.
“I don’t want tan lines.” Brooke replied, very matter of factly. “Chop chop, back to work pool boy.” Brooke teased, resting her head down on her arms again and leaving Ryan to his chore. Thankful, only another couple of minutes passed before Amanda emerged from the house, clad in her own two piece swimsuit that showed off her equally impressive physique.
“Well what’s going on here?” Amanda asked, setting her stuff down on one of the lounge chairs before standing overtop of her siblings, casting a long shadow over Brooke’s back, much to Ryan’s relief. “Did she force you to do this?” Amanda asked, placing her hands on her hips.
“No, he volunteered.” Brooke chimed in, but the eldest sister gave an unconvinced look down at her shrunken brother.
“Sort of. It took a bit of guilt tripping, but I did technically agree.” Ryan admitted, causing Amanda to chuckle loudly as she knelt down beside them.
“Oh, and how’d she do that?”
“It’s cuz he missed my birthday party.” Brooke loudly complained. Amanda scoffed and leveled a sharp, quick smack against her sister’s plump ass, sending ripples across the mound of soft gluteal muscle.
“You brat, you were so busy with your friends that day that I didn’t even get a chance to hang out with you for more than twenty minutes.” Brooke leaned to the side to try to smack Amanda back, however the shorter giantess deftly hopped back a couple of paces. But unfortunately for Ryan, he was in no position to retreat as Brooke rotated her entire body, sending Ryan sliding down off of her back. In a desperate unconscious attempt to avoid landing hard on the concrete below, Ryan grabbed ahold of the only thing he could see, which happened to be a stray strand of Brooke’s long blonde hair. The thin fiber acted like a makeshift rope swing, altering his trajectory as he rolled over the slope of her ribcage, entering freefall. As he continued to descend the hair got caught in Brooke’s armpit, causing Ryan to swing forward between her arm and her breast, landing with an awkward tumble in front of Brooke’s titanic body. As he slowly opened his eyes, grateful to have yet again avoided any serious injury, Ryan froze in utter horror as he realized that he was now lying on his back, staring up at Brooke’s massive bare breasts.
“Jesus Brooke, your top.” Amanda said with a hearty chuckle that one could expect from a person delighting in their sibling’s embarrassment. Brooke looked down at her chest and quickly realized her mistake, desperately trying to fit her top back into place.
“Oh, shoot.”
“Wait!” Ryan barely managed to eke out a single word as he watched his giant sister’s massive tit flying towards him like a meteor. Ryan realized too late that he had landed within the cup of Brooke’s discarded bikini top. Brooke lowered her chest, unwittingly smushing Ryan down beneath her as she reached back and began to tie the straps together.
Once she had finished, Brook rolled over, sitting up on her butt and taking a moment to adjust her boobs to make sure that everything was settling in properly. Unfortunately for Ryan, despite the fact that his tiny face was pressing directly into her gargantuan nipple, Brooke seemed to be completely unaware of his presence in her cup. Amanda took a seat over on the lounge chair, still grinning from ear to ear over Brooke’s faux paus, when suddenly she began to look around for Ryan.
“Hey, where’s Ry?” Amanda asked, not seeing the tiny man anywhere on the ground. Brooke quickly joined in the search, scanning the ground around her, feeling around on her back and then eventually lifting her butt off the ground, praying that she hadn’t accidentally sat on her tiny sibling.
“I don’t know. Ryan! Where are…. WHAT THE FUCK?!” Brooke’s face flushed a deep shade of red as she finally felt Ryan’s frantic squirming against her nipple. Reaching into her top, Brooke pinched two fingers around Ryan’s body before pulling him away from her tit and in front of her face. “AHHHHHHH!” Brooke let out a shrill screech, flinging Ryan out of her hand as if he were some sort of insect that had invaded her space.
“OHSHIT!” Amanda lunged forward with surprising speed, cupping two hands to catch Ryan before he could land painfully on the concrete. “What the fuck Brooke, you could’ve-”
“ME?! What about HIM! What the hell were you doing in there?” Brooke screeched, scowling at her tiny brother and wrapping both arms around her chest to block his view of her breasts.
Ryan coughed in Amanda’s hands, his body racing with adrenaline from his impromptu flight. “I wasn’t trying to. I fell off you back when you rolled and I landed on your towel. Before I could even stand up, you squashed me.”
“How the hell did you fall off my back? I barely moved. And how did you wind up under my boobs? That’s so gross! You’re my brother! God this is so fucking humiliating!” Brooke shouted, visibly upset with her brother’s perverted actions.
“It’s not like I wanted this, I’m just as embarrassed as you are. The last thing I want is to see my sister’s boobs!” Ryan snapped back. “And you’ve got to remember, I’m only three inches tall. A small roll to you is like an earthquake to me. Plus, if we’re being fair, I’m not the one who had the great idea to put sunscreen on your back.”
“Alright, everybody relax, this was an unfortunate accident. No need to blame anyone.” Amanda interjected, trying to avoid a second blowout for the day.
Brooke glared at him angrily before letting out a frustrated groan and stomping off towards the house. “I’ve had enough sun…” She said, quickly climbing up onto the patio and disappearing inside.
“Great, now Brooke’s pissed at me too.” Ryan said, throwing his hands up in exasperation. Amanda took a seat back down on the lounge chair, setting Ryan down on the seat beside her massive thigh. She let out a sigh and shrugged her shoulders, shaking her head as she looked back towards the house.
“She’ll be fine.Give her an hour and she’ll be over it.”
“And if she doesn’t? What If I’ve fucked up two of of my familial relationships in the course of an hour?” Ryan asked, wishing desperately that he hadn’t come here today.
“Oh come on. When have you ever known Brooke to hold a grudge? And even if she does, it's nothing a little ass kissing couldn’t fix.” Amanda said with a chuckle.
“That’s not funny.”
“I didn’t mean literally you dork.” She gave him a sly grin before throwing her arms up and taking a long, exaggerated stretch. “Now, I for one could use a little dip. You in? Or are you going to sit here and pout some more?”
Ryan looked up at her goofy, smiling face and shook his head. “I think I’ll sit here and pout, thanks.”
“Suit yourself.” Amanda replied, leaving him to sulk on the chair as she stood up and began sauntering towards the pool. Ryan watched her leave, his eyes locked on to her perky round butt as it jiggled with every step she took. As she descended the stairs into the water, he couldn’t help but think about how her poor bikini bottoms were so clearly losing the fight against her bubbly cheeks, the fabric being swallowed up into her crack with no hope for escape.
“When is this day going to fucking end?” Ryan asked himself crawling farther up the chair to hide in the shade being cast by Amanda’s bag.