The New Normal by omanahan88

“Come on Amanda, knock it off!” Ryan shouted, shaking like a leaf as he desperately tried to maintain his balance on the little floating kitchen sponge. Nearby the top half of his sister’s head peeked out of the depths of the pool, her eyes, mere millimeters above the waterline, quietly studied him like she was some sort of undersea predator. Suddenly a massive burst of bubbles rose up in front of her face as she wordlessly dipped back beneath the surface. 

“Seriously? I’m not kidding… I’ll pee in the water.” He threatened, knowing that she wouldn’t hear him while she was submerged. Carefully peering over the edge of his obscenely wobbly raft, Ryan watched Amanda glide expertly through the water beneath him like some sort of terrifying kaiju before she turned around and made another pass towards him. This time as she cruised through the glassy sea of chlorinated water, Amanda kept her head above the surface, only dipping back down once she was a foot or so away from Ryan’s raft.

“Aaaaaaaamanda!” The giantess’ butt crested above the water as her head plunged. For an impossibly long moment, Ryan watched the massive bum hung above the surface, shining in the light of the late afternoon sun before it disappeared beneath the waves like the Loch Ness monster. 

“AHHHHHHHHHH…..” Ryan had to drop to his belly to avoid slipping all the way into the water as Amanda’s head popped up on the other side of the sponge, her mouth hanging open as though she were a massive shark about to sink his helpless vessel. Though, unlike his odd fantasy with Brooke a couple of hours ago, Ryan was under no terrifying illusion that Amanda was going to consume him. So after a few moments of rudely exhaling directly into his face, the behemoth blonde snapped her mouth shut before smiling adorably at her nervous little big brother. “Nom.” 

“Are you done yet?” Ryan asked, clinging nervously to the sponge as it rocked up and down on the waves. Amdana smirked and shook her head, taking a small mouthful of pool water and childishly spitting it at her brother who had nowhere to run and was thus forced to simply take it. 

“Haven’t decided yet. I’m still having fun. Aren’t you?” She asked, gently corralling the floating sponge with one hand while she gently bounced around in front of him. 

“Not particularly. I feel like I’m adrift in the goddamn Atlantic.” He said, nervously looking down into the unsettlingly clear pool of crystal clear water. It wasn’t normal to be able to see so far down into the water like this. Imagine being out on the ocean and being able to just look down and see the seafloor miles below you. It was a terrifying prospect. “Can you please just take me back to the deck?” 

“Awwww come on, don’t be a party pooper.” Amanda teased, leaning forward to nudge the sponge with her nose. 

“Amanda seriously, can you not get how uncomfortable this makes me? I’d like to be back on dry land again.” Amanda’s smile vanished as she sunk partway beneath the surface again. Ever since she was a kid Amanda had always loved being in the water. The pool, the beach, the bathtub… it didn't matter. She just liked splashing around. And growing up Ryan was always the one she begged to take her to the beach, to do flips with her in the pool, to just have a good time making waves. So learning that he no longer felt comfortable joining her for a quick dip and a splash was weighing a bit heavily on her. 

“Yeah, alright.” She murmured, scooping the sponge out of the water and guiding it towards the side of the pool. Ryan breathed a heavy sigh of relief as he was set back onto solid ground. Amanda heaved herself partially out of the water, balancing her toned stomach against the curved edge of the pool as her chest filled the sky above Ryan’s head. “You know that I’d never let you drown or anything… right?”

Ryan let out another heavy sigh, waving his hand towards the blonde giantess. “I know Mands, I know. You’ve got my back. And I love you for it. But you’ve gotta think about it from my perspective. Even Mom’s swimming pool is like a goddamn ocean to me. And having my only lifeline be goddamn Godzilla just makes me a bit nervous.”

“God, it’s like you're asking me to step on you.” Amanda replied flatly, not impressed being referred to as a Godzilla. 

“Ugh, whatever. Are you done yet? I’m kinda starving here.” Ryan admitted, his stomach gurgling loudly as hid in the protection of his sister’s long shadow. 

“Yeah me too. Figured Mom woulda stopped pouting by now. I wonder if dinner’s burnt to shit.” She said, looking towards the patio door. Ryan chuckled, not having considered that until right that second. 

“Shit, I hope the kitchen isn’t on fire.” Ryan added, causing a look of shock to appear on his titanic sister’s face. 

“Oh fuck.” Amanda dragged herself the rest of the way out of the pool, cascading a massive flood of water down onto Ryan as it dripped off of her body. Not waiting to see if he was okay with it, Amanda scooped her tiny brother up in her palm and dashed towards the house, literally sliding into the kitchen through the patio door as her wet feet hit the tiled floor, very nearly knocking over Brooke who stood before the stove tending to a pot of spaghetti sauce. 

“Jesus Christ slow down you psycho!” Brooke shouted, nearly jumping out of her own skin as her older sister suddenly came crashing into the kitchen with their shrunken brother in tow. 

“Oh, Brooke. Sorry.” Amanda stammered. “We thought the kitchen might’ve been on fire.” The youngest of the Miller children simply rolled her eyes and turned her back, not understanding Amanda’s actual line of thinking.

“Very fucking funny. I happen to be a great cook, actually.” She said, removing the simmering pot from the heat as she turned to begin scooping a heaping pile of spaghetti onto a glass plate. As she continued making her plate, she turned to look at AManda who was still dripping all over the kitchen floor. “If you want to grab a goddamn towel… dinner’s ready. There’s garlic bread in the oven.”

Amanda stepped back onto the patio, wrapping herself in a towel before returning to the kitchen to fix a single plate for both herself and Ryan. They took a seat at the table with Brooke where the three of them enjoyed a nice home-cooked meal while Ryan and Amanda filled Brooke in on all the details of the past week of their lives. Ryan decided to omit the evening he spent getting farted on several times while crawling around Amanda in the dark. But thankfully Brooke seemed to be taking the news much better than their mother was, having the occasional laugh at the idea of Amanda needing to avoid stomping on poor little Ryan. 

“Jesus Christ… we’re gonna have to get you like a construction worker’s vest to wear around the house.” Brooke said with a giggle collecting her plate from the table and carrying it back into the kitchen. 

“Or a thumbtack hat.” Amanda said, laughing into a overpowered glass of wine. Despite the teasing over his newfound size, Ryan just shrugged and drank from the bucket of wine that sat beside himself. A thumbtack hat wouldn’t bother him too much. It would be one of these titanic ladies who would wind up with a hole in the bottom of their foot. He swallowed a large gulp from his miniature drinking glass, polishing off the last of his wine and holding his hand over it to prevent Amanda from dripping another drop off of her finger. 

“No need ladies, now that I’ve got myself a sweet new ride waiting back at home, I’d love to see you try to catch me underfoot.” Ryan boasted, letting out a surprised squeak as Amanda gently clasped him between two fingers, the same two fingers that she used to pinch the stem of her wine glass before she moved out into the living room and plopped down onto the couch. The mountain sized woman gently set her brother down on the coffee table before leaning back, and taking another long sip from her glass. Ryan looked back over his shoulder at the giantess, cautiously studying her as relative gallons of deep red wine drained into her throat. He hoped desperately that she was going to pump the brakes soon. He really didn’t want to have to step in and say something, but since he wasn’t able to operate the car anymore, he really needed her to be sober enough to drive. 

“That sounds like a challenge.” Brooke shouted from the kitchen, quickly making her way into the living room with a new bottle of wine and landing beside her sister on the couch with a heavy thump. Ryan met Brooke’s gaze, feeling slightly chilly at the way she looked back down at him before she set her massive bare feet on the coffee table beside him. “You looking to get stepped on, squirt?”

“Brooke!” Amanda half scolded, half chortled as she smacked her sister on the arm. Ryan was far too busy staring at the somehow menacing way in which Brooke was scrunching her massive toes. He thought back to his vision from earlier, the idea of being forcibly pressed into her enormous backside, humiliated and tormented by his cruel little sister. Deep down he knew it was just a strange little figment of his hyperactive imagination, but now, knowing that she was at least a little bit pissed off at him made it seem just a little bit more possible that she might press her warm sole onto his tiny body. 

“Oh, shit. Swinger Sex Island is on!” Amanda shouted, suddenly realizing the time. Brooke snapped out of her fixation on Ryan, suddenly searching the couch for the remote control. When she found it, the TV was switched on and the volume skyrocketed, making it both impossible for Ryan to participate in the downright nonsensical conversation that Brooke and Amanda were having about last week’s episode of this spirit grinding reality television dreck, as well as ignore the mind numbing bullshit prattling of the hot, but dumb actors on the screen. 

“Oh my god, I seriously hope that Katie claws Jennifer’s fucking eyes out.” Amanda says with a hearty laugh, nonchalantly setting her own bare feet up on the coffee table. 

“Great… more feet.” He muttered, confident that this god awful intro song would drown out his complaints about his sister’s giant feet being in such close proximity to him. Thankfully, the only smell pervading his nostrils was the lingering smell of chlorine with vague undertones of sunscreen, despite the fact that every now and again Ryan could swear that Brooke’s foot was scooting even closer to him. Unfortunately, Swinger Sex Island was not one of those shows with the default twenty one minute runtime, instead occupying a full forty four minutes of Ryan’s evening before Amanda finally stood up from the couch, loudly declaring her need to use the restroom before she quickly bounded out of the living room in the hopes of finishing her business before the commercial break ended. 

SLAM

Just as the bathroom door could be heard loudly swinging shut, Brooke removed her feet from the coffee table and leaned forward to slam a massive glass bowl of popcorn down onto the table beside her tiny brother. Slowly turning around, Ryan found Brooke’s gargantuan head looming above him, her lips curled up into a deeply unsettling smile as she glared down at him. 

“Thank god, I thought she would never leave!” Brooke sneered a bit reaching one finger down to poke Ryan in the belly, knocking him flat on his ass. “Now I’ve got you all to myself.” 

“Uhhhh, yeah, sure. Something you need?” Ryan asked nervously. Brooke cocked her head to the side, scoffing lightly and shaking her head. 

“You and me… we’ve got a score to settle.” She snapped, setting her hands on the table on either side of the small man. “That little maneuver you pulled out by the pool… sneaking a peak at my boobs? That was fucked up…”

“Brooke it wasn’t a maneuver, it was a goddamn accident. And I already said that I’m sorry! What more do you want?” He asked, slowly backing away. 

“What I want is some goddamn payback.” She replied, sliding forward even more. “There’s a power imbalance between us now and we need to rectify that.”

“And what do you propose?” He replied, feeling remarkably uncomfortable in the dark abyss of the giant’s shadow. 

“Take off your pants…” A long moment of confused silence passed as Ryan stared up at his massive sister in total confusion. But after ten seconds of unbroken eye contact, he realized that she was actually being serious. 

“W-what? What the fuck?! NO! Why the fuck would I do that?” Ryan shouted defensively, clasping his hands over his crotch. Brooke shook her head and pinched Ryan’s leg between two fingers, gently tugging on it and pulling him several feet across the coffee table. 

“Come on, drop ‘em mister. You saw my tits, it’s only fair.”

“What? No! This is totally different and remarkably fucked up!” Ryan shouted nervously. He couldn’t believe how fucking weird his sister’s were about familial nudity? How did they not see how fucking strange this was?

“BAHAHAHAHA! Look at your fucking face!” Brooke rolled back in a fit of laughter accidentally bumping her shins against the coffee table. “Jesus Christ you freak, like I’d want to see your itty bitty dick.” She waved him off before rising up off of the couch, towering over the small man even more. “But…. that being said, you did embarrass the shit out of me. Which means that I do need to get even.”

“I’m not taking off my pants.” Ryan said, a bit cagey by this whole interaction. Brooke shook her head and turned around, squatting down so that her big, round butt was resting on the edge of the table. 

“No, no. But since you embarrassed me, I think I have earned a bit of payback. So, here’s what we’re gonna do. You’re gonna crawl over here on your hands and knees and give my butt a big ol’ kiss.” Ryan watched as Brooke wiggled her butt in front of him, her big juicy cheeks smushed against the table as she held her phone up over her shoulder. “And I’m gonna get a little video of it. To make sure you never breathe a word about seeing my boobs.”

Ryan recoiled in shock at this bizarre request from his bratty little sister. “Wh-what? No! That’s so… why the hell would you even suggest that? That’s fucking crazy!” Brooke smirked and shrugged her shoulders. 

“I don’t know… when Amanda said she sat on you earlier in the week, everybody got a kick out of that.” Brooke said, drawing her inspiration from Ryan’s previous misfortunes. 

“Wha…. I DIDN’T!” Ryan snapped back. 

“Well I did and so that’s how I’m gonna get even. You’re gonna pucker up and do some ass kissing.” She bit her lip and wiggled her butt again.

“Brooke, I’m not gonna say anything to anyone. I’m just as embarrassed about it as you are. Moreso probably!” The tiny man argued, but Brooke wasn’t having any of it. 

“I know you won’t cuz I’m gonna have this little video of you doing some ass kissing to hold over your head. Now chop chop, let’s get this done before Amanda finishes up.” She said, aiming her camera down at Ryan. 

“No! Brooke I’m not kissing your ass.” Ryan began walking away from Brooke’s massive behind, only to quickly realize that they were not in Amanda’s apartment anymore. Without the ladders that he needed to get down, Ryan was effectively trapped here. The giantess smirked and scoffed. 

“What’s the matter Ry, feeling a bit stuck?” She lifted her butt off of the table and scooched back towards Ryan, momentarily scaring him into thinking that she was just going to drop down on top of him. 

“Brooke, please set me down on the floor.” Ryan said calmly, trying not to let on how anxious he was beginning to feel. The titan took on a haughty look and slowly nodded her head up and down. 

“Sure… sure I could do that. In exchange for a little kiss.” Ryan watched the massive rear end shake back and forth in front of him. “Alternatively I could move you over to the couch and just sit right on top of you. How long do you think it’ll be before Amanda notices you’re gone? She’s in there taking a shit so she’ll probably be gone a while. Ooof, what if she sits on you by accident? After getting out of the bathroom?  Phew…probably more embarrassing than one little kiss, right?”

Ryan let out a heavy sigh as he weighed out Brooke’s threat. How was this actually happening? This was bone-chillingly similar to his twisted fantasy from beside the pool and if this was the only thing he could do to avoid being forcibly pressed into the crack of his sister’s titanic ass, then he supposed that one quick, humiliating kiss was a small price to pay. 

“One kiss and then we’re even?” He asked, not wanting to get tricked somehow by his malicious little sister. 

“Yup, just one teensy weensy butt kiss.”

“Jesus Christ, fine.” He wheezed, slowly moving forward toward Brooke’s behind. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Oooooh yes, alright. Great. Go ahead and get on your knees…. That’s good. Just like that.” Brooke directed, watching Ryan move through her screen. It was a bit awkward trying to maintain the angle she wanted as Ryan slowly inched forward towards her butt, disappearing from view as he neared the crevice of her crack. “Alright now just give it a little bitty kiss.” 

Ryan hung his head in frustration as he knelt in front of his little sister’s massive behind. Sheer humiliation welled up inside of him, as he stared into the dark canyon before him. There was nothing but the thin fabric of her soft cotton shorts separating him from her abyss of her enormous buttcrack. 

“That’s it… just a little kiss.” Brooke cooed, grinning from ear to ear as she tried to zoom her phone in on Ryan’s little legs sticking out from underneath her. “Wait, hang on. I’m not gonna feel it through my shorts.” Brooke reached back and hiked up her bottoms, pulling the fabric up into her crack so that Ryan could actually plant a kiss on the soft skin of her fat butt. “There you go! Kiss kiss…”

Ryan rolled his eyes, faced with the pale skin of Brooke’s right ass cheek. Realistically there wasn’t that much of a difference between kissing her skin or planting his lips on her shorts. Either way he was still kissing her ass. So if he could get out of this without anyone else ever finding out about this, then Ryan would chalk that up as a victory in his book. 

“Whatever…”  Mwah. “There, are you hap-”

Without warning, Brooke suddenly leans forward, lifting her ass ever so slightly off the table before a powerful gust of warm air raced out from between the giant’s butt cheeks. The intense heat and thundering volume stunned Ryan immediately, causing him to stumble backwards a few steps before he finally acknowledged the smell. “AWWWWW JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, BROOKE!” Ryan tried to scramble backwards away from the source of the vile emission, literally gagging on the wretched, roadkill stench that was quickly spreading across the surface of the coffee table. 

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA LOOK AT YOU TRYING TO RUN!” Brooke shouted, sliding her butt off of the table and loudly slamming down onto the floor as she played back the video, cackling like a hyena the whole time. “It looks like I farted you out of a cannon!”

“DELETE THAT FUCKING VIDEO!” Ryan shouted, his voice hoarse from only a few seconds of violently trying to cough the horrid flatulence out of his airways. Unfortunately for the shrunken man, no matter where he crawled, each new breath he took carried with it the sour, pungent stink of Brooke’s bowels. 

“Not a fucking chance!” Brooke turned to look at her tiny brother shouting at her from the coffee table, but as soon as she turned her head towards him, she accidentally took a sniff of her own potent release. Recoiling in disgust, Brooke rolled onto her back, still laughing loudly as she moved away from where Ryan was still trapped. “Oh my god that fucking stinks!”

“Yeah it fucking does! So get me off of here!” Ryan screamed back. Not that he wanted to be getting into the habit of ranking his sister’s farts, but this was five times worse than anything Amanda had accidentally subjected him to.

“Holy fuck, I’ve been holding that in forever.” Brooke said, standing overtop of Ryan and brandishing her phone towards him so that he could see the video of her farting on him playing back with sickening clarity. “My god, look at that, if that’s not viral, I don’t know what is!”

“Brooke, delete that video, seriously. I’m not fucking kidding.” Ryan said boldly, acting as though he had some sort of leverage over her and not like someone who had just been literally farted on. 

“No can do buddy. This is my insurance policy.” Brooke explained, tucking her phone back into her pocket. “This video here means that you’re gonna do everything I say, or that shit’s going on every social media platform I can find. Capiche?”

“God you’re such a fucking brat!”

“The word you’re looking for is genius.” Brooke corrected. “Now, you’re gonna be a good little man and keep this between us, right?”  

Ryan hung his head in shame. Why the hell didn’t he just put his foot down with Amanda? Coming here was a terrible fucking idea and things would be better if neither Brooke nor his mother had ever learned about his condition. 

“Goddammit, can you just fucking put me on the floor. It still smells like shit up here.” Ryan stood by the edge of the table. Thankfully his massive sibling seemed to be done forcing him to stew in her rancid gas, as she began to extend her hand down towards the table. However, instead of setting him down on the floor to go walk off his emotions, Brooke lifted Ryan up into her lap and set him down on her thigh. 

“No, you can sit over here with me though while we watch TV. Now, get comfy.” She ordered, adjusting her own position on the couch so that she could give Ryan a flat surface to settle down on. 

“Jesus Christ Brooke, I don’t want to be around you right now.” 

“Well, count yourself lucky that you’re not under me right now.” She teased, gently flexing her thigh muscles. “Cuz I could always squeeze out another fart for ya. So just sit tight and quit being a crybaby.”

“Brooke I already sa-”

“Shh!”

Brooke loudly shushed her brother as the sound of the bathroom door opening signaled the impending return of their sister. Ryan did as he was told, immediately dropping the issue as Amanda came stomping back into the living room, quickly taking a seat on the far end of the sofa. Landing with a soft thud as she displaced a wave of air from the leather cushions beneath her, the sporty blonde lifted her feet up onto the coffee table before finally realizing that Ryan was no longer standing there. Just as she was about to ask Brooke where the tiny man had gone, she finally spied him sitting quietly on her thigh as she sprawled out on the couch. 

“You good Ryan? Did you guys finally make up?” She asked, looking hopefully at her mismatched siblings. 

“Yup, we’re good.” Brooke replied, however Amanda remained fixated on Ryan, clearing awaiting some sort of response from him as well.

“Yeah, like she said. We’re good.” Amanda smiled and let out a huge sigh of relief. Knowing that they were back on good terms again, Amanda smirked and nodded her head towards Ryan. 

“So… how come he’s sitting on your lap? Ryan, blink twice if you’ve been taken hostage.” She said sarcastically. For a moment, the shrunken man became a bit nervous that something he would say was going to wind up blowing this whole charade and wind up causing Brooke to post that cursed fucking video online. 

“I got cold, that’s all. It was drafty as hell over on the coffee table. You goddamn giants don’t feel wind currents like I do…” Ryan lied, hoping to put this conversation to bed. 

“I’ll bet.” Brooke replied, grinning playfully as they both recalled the wind current she had gifted him with just a few minutes ago. Ryan rolled his eyes and shook his head. He had walked right into that one. 

“Oh, do you want me to grab one of your sweatshirts?” Amanda offered, starting to get up off the couch to retrieve her bag from the kitchen table. But Ryan just waved her off. 

“No, it's fine for now. I’ll be okay until we head out.” As he said that, both AManda and Brooke turned their heads to look down at him. Brooke’s face was painted with obvious confusion while Amanda looked more guilty than anything else. 

“Head out?” Brooke asked. “Where are you guys going?”

“Uhhhh, back to Amanda’s place.” Ryan said, not entirely sure why that seemed to be anything other than obvious. Again he looked to Amanda who finally broke down and explained to him the nature of Brooke’s confusion. 

“Well, you see. I actually told Brooke that she and I could go shopping tomorrow, so my plan was to stay here tonight.” She admitted, already preparing for the shock and outrage that she knew was coming. 

“What? No! Absolutely not! We need to go home.” Ryan shouted, immediate frustration and concern welling up in his voice. 

“Jeesh… bossy much?” Brooke quipped, though Ryan remained entirely locked in on his conversation with Amanda. 

“Come on Ry, it’s just one night. You’ll be-”

Ryan spoke up to interrupt her. “I don’t even have everything I need. My bed, my clothes, toiletries. All of that is back in your apartment.” Amanda’s lips twisted into a strange looking, guilty half smile. 

“Actually…”

“Oh you’re fucking kidding me. You planned this?”

“Ryan, please. It’s just one night and-”

“How could you lie to me?”

“Well, I knew that if I told you that you wouldn’t even want to come and-”

“YEAH NO SHIT! I would have NEVER agreed to staying the night. Regardless of the damn motorcycle. What were you thinking?”

“Amanda rubbed her neck nervously. “Well, I was hoping that tonight would go a bit better and that you’d want to-”

“I can’t fucking believe you! This is just like before. You get to make unilateral fucking decisions about my life and I don’t get any fucking say because you don’t fucking respect me at all!” Ryan was practically foaming at the mouth, his face turning beet red as his heart began to pound in his chest. Trapped. He felt trapped right now; between a mother who seemed disgusted by him, a little sister who wanted to torment him and the one person he had to trust in the whole fucking world who had just stabbed him in the goddamn back.

“Ryan, I’m sorry. I thought that you might want to spend time with your family.” Amanda replied softly. 

“I DON’T… Can you please just take me to the table? I would like to lie down. I need some fucking space right now.” Ryan said, his voice suddenly dropping and becoming desperately soft. Amanda was overwhelmed with guilt, looking sadly towards her tiny brother who now refused to meet her gaze. 

“Okay…” She said softly, standing up from the couch and lowering her hand down to Brooke’s thigh so that Ryan could climb on. Without another word Amanda carried her brother into the kitchen, quietly unpacking his bed from her bag and setting up his bedroom on the table. Evidently he had been too preoccupied with the presence of his mother when he was hiding in AManda’s bag earlier today, because she had packed a shit ton of his belongings. Once the bed was set and she had established a couple of privacy screens around him, Amanda watched Ryan immediately climb into bed, still not saying a single word to her. Letting out a heavy sigh, Amanda reached back into her purse, removing Ryan’s phone and setting it up on the table beside his bed. 

“Come on, we can hang out in my room.” Brooke said, standing behind Amanda and lowering the dimmer on the lights, lowering the ambient light around the kitchen so that Ryan wasn’t left staring at the ceiling and listening to them talk and watch TV. 

“Goodnight Ryan… I’m sorry.” She said, feeling her heart sink a bit when she received no response in return. He bit his tongue as he stared into the glossy screen of his phone, waiting until his titanic sisters finally turned on their heels and left the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts. At that point, Ryan unlocked his phone screen and began idly watching videos online, trying to get his mind off of his overly frustrating family. He moves from one video on to the next. Gaming videos, cooking videos, cute animals and nasty car crashes, from one genre to the next Ryan continues to consume content, unable to watch anything for more than a few minutes before he finds himself thinking about his sisters again. First there was Brooke, freaking out about something that wasn’t even remotely his fault and coming around to completely and utterly humiliate and emasculate him. That would’ve been enough to cost Ryan a restful night’s sleep, but even worse than that was Amanda lying to him. It would’ve been one thing for them to at least discuss it before Amanda told him that she was proceeding with her own plan, but to flat out lie to his face? He couldn’t believe it. Eventually he checked the time on his phone, realizing that he had burned three hours just sitting here watching videos and stewing in his own volatile emotions. 

“Jesus Christ… I need to get some sleep.” He said to himself, turning down the volume on the phone and playing something relaxing in an effort to help lull him to sleep. Lying on his back, Ryan stares up into the ceiling, taking one last deep breath before shutting his eyes and committing to getting some rest. However, before he can get lost in the restful waves of slumber, Ryan’s eyes shoot open when he hears a loud CLANG somewhere out in the darkness. Trying to listen over the deafening sound of his own heartbeat, Ryan peered out into the darkness, finally recognizing what sounded like footsteps not far from where he was. He considered calling out to whoever was out there, knowing logically that it was probably just Brooke or Amanda coming out to grab something from the kitchen. But something inside of Ryan forced him to remain silent, something instinctual that he wondered if it was inside him the whole time or if it was a result of his newfound prey status. 

CHUNK

A loud, heavy sound that Ryan recognized as the refrigerator door being pulled open. He waited for a moment, listening intently to the sound of footsteps slowly following one of the immense titans around the dark kitchen. Feeling a bit vulnerable, Ryan tapped twice on his phone’s screen, dimly illuminating the surface of the table just in time for a gargantuan wine glass to slam down onto the table beside him.

“Jesus Christ!” Ryan shrieked, not expecting the sudden attack from the shadows. Slowly, the towering frame of his mother moved within the shallow glow of Ryan’s phone, her massive face looking down at him unamused. Ryan nervously cleared his throat as his mother sat just at the edge of his vision, lifting her wine glass to her face and draining three large gulps into her throat before loudly dropping it back onto the table. 

“We need to talk.” Natalie said, her voice slow and quiet. It was clear that this wasn’t her first glass of wine for the evening. Hell, it probably wasn’t the first bottle. 

“Mom, go to bed. We can talk in th-”

“You don’t tell me what to do.” Natalie snapped sharply, leaning forward some more as her hand shot out of the darkness like a viper, coiling her thick fingers around Ryan’s waist and effortlessly lifted him off of the table. 

“Mom what the h-” Ryan’s voice trailed off as he finally got a good look at his titanic mother. Barely visible in the dim light cascading from his phone screen, Natalie's torso was elegantly draped in a thin purple nightgown, displaying an incredibly generous amount of cleavage. Held tightly in the iron clad grasp of his giant mother, Ryan tried desperately not to think about how goddamn slutty her outfit looked as he was raised up towards her chest. The absolute last fucking thing he needed right now was an uninvited erection.

“Quiet you…” Natalie breathed a heavy breath across her tiny son, filling his nostrils with the potent stink of wine before she moved her thumb onto his face, completely smothering his protests as she stood up from the table, quickly polishing off the last of her wine before collecting the glass and the bottle and proceeding back into her bedroom. 

Ryan struggled ferociously against the firm pressure of Natalie’s thumb on his face. He was able to slip his head from side to side, allowing him enough time to breathe; but before he could muster enough oxygen in his lungs to let out a cry for help, Natalie would simply shift her thumb back onto his face, effortlessly keeping him silenced as she pushed open the door to her room and casually tossed Ryan down onto her bed. Landing with a soft thud, Ryan frantically climbed back to his feet, not sure what to expect with his clearly still aggravated mother. Standing before him, Natalie subtly shook her head in irritation as she set her wine down on the nightstand, turning her back to Ryan and giving him an unfortunate view underneath her nightgown at her wide, panty clad rear end. Without bothering to look behind her, Natalie fell backwards, her large behind crashing into the mattress and launching Ryan several feet into the air. 

“I suppose I should look where I sit from now on, since you could be anywhere.” Natalie sneered, leaning over to pour herself another glass of wine. Ryan rolled his eyes and climbed to his feet again. 

“Well, I was sleeping peacefully in my own bed, but alright. Since I evidently don’t have any say in the matter, what do you want to talk about Mom? I take it you’re still upset.” Ryan said snarkily, causing his mother to scoff loudly. 

“Yes, seeing as how my only son is still tiny; a tiny little liar who hid the fact that he was a shrinky for a whole week. Not to mention the fact that you convinced my daughter to lie to me as well. So yes, I’m still… upset.” Natalie sneered, lifting the glass to her lips and taking a long drink. 

“Jesus Christ, don’t use that goddamn word!” Ryan shook his head in frustration. How could she not be getting it? Even now? “You know that I hate it when you call them that.”

Natalie’s eyes snapped down to Ryan, her lips curling up into a slight smile. “Them? Don’t forget, you are a ‘them’ now. And don’t start with that again, I’m not rehashing that conversation with you.”

“Jesus Christ mom, look, just.. The proper term is reduced person, or just RP. It’s not that hard.” Ryan was already getting exhausted. They had experienced this exact conversation a dozen times before and the last time that they did, the resulting argument and fallout was devastation on all of them. 

“Oh please. They can hardly be called people anymore.” She said with a less than subtle amount of disdain in her voice. Ryan felt a twinge of sadness in his heart, more so than any other time that he was faced with his mother’s bigotry, because there was some small part of him that believed, or perhaps hoped, that his unfortunate circumstances might soften his mother’s callous worldview. 

“Jesus Christ m-”

“ENOUGH!” Natalie’s thunderous voice seemed to reverberate off the walls as she raised her voice and spoke with an authority that instantly shattered any noble resolve that Ryan may have had. “Enough swearing! I’ve had enough of that vile language! And I told you that we are not rehashing this conversation again. End of story! Are we clear?”By the time that her tirade came to a close, Ryan felt as though he were going to buckle at the knee. Something about the way she spoke made him feel less like a scolded child and more like an animal of prey. 

“I said, are we clear?” She reiterated her statement, a slight scowl forming on her lips. Ryan now recognized the situation for what it was, a dangerous mixture of alcohol with his mother’s already calamitous emotions. Not wanting to critique this foul attitude of hers without backup, Ryan decided to simply go along with whatever she wanted. 

“Yes ma’am.” He replied softly. Finally the giant woman’s face softened as a slight, satisfied smirk formed on her lips. Natalie took another drink from her glass before unconsciously adjusting her posture, pulling her nightgown up a bit to reveal a bit more of her soft thighs. 

“Good. Now, first thing tomorrow, you’ll be going to the shrinky clinic. I’ve already made you an appointment. You’ll be there for two weeks and-”

“WHAT?! NO! I’m not going to-” Ryan couldn’t help but blurt out his objections, but once again Natalie effectively silenced him by pressing her palm into the mattress, flattening Ryan beneath her massive hand. After a moment, she spread her fingers apart, allowing Ryan’s head to poke out.

“Hush. Now, I’m taking you in first thing in the morning but we’re going to need to get some of your documentation, so we might need to stop by your apartment. So, plan for an early start.” Ryan couldn’t believe what he was hearing. She was treating him like a fucking child. 

“Mom, I said that I would make my own appointment.”

“But you didn’t, you acted irresponsibly and now it needs to be done for you.” Natalie scolded.

“You have no right!” Ryan wiggled fiercely beneath his mother’s hand, but she remained steadfast in her incarceration. 

“Like hell I don’t. You’re my son. And the first two weeks after shrinking are the most critical. There are a dozen different complications that can result from shrinking. I mean, how can you be this reckless?” Natalie let up on Ryan’s body, freeing him from the immense pressure as she leaned to the side once again to set her glass back down on the  nightstand. Ryan was treated to an up close view of her ass as one cheek lifted slightly off the mattress. Unfortunately for the tiny man, the divot created by her massive shifting body caused Ryan to begin to slowly slide towards the crater underneath his gigantic mother. 

“FUCKFUCKFUCK!” Ryan panicked, desperately trying to stop his slide underneath her bum. Given the way that this conversation had gone so far, the last thing he needed was to have his titanic mother find him trapped underneath her butt. He could only imagine how unfathomably superior the lecture would be while she made no rush to stand up off of him. And after his altercation with Brooke’s behind earlier in the evening, he didn’t feel as though he was overreacting as he painfully dug his fingernails into the bedspread. 

“I mean, some of these complications can be fatal! How can you just ignore that?” Natalie asked, settling back into her seat, looking down to find Ryan crawling backwards away from her hip. 

“Mom…” Ryan tried to hide how much his heart was racing as he narrowly avoided being buttcrushed. “Do you have any clue how rare it is to be afflicted with reduction related health concerns.” 

“Regardless, you’re going. End of discussion.” Natalie said, metaphorically putting her foot down. “And when you’re released back home, you’ll be staying here for the foreseeable future. I’ll be having Amanda drop off your things before you get back.” A deep pit formed in Ryan’s stomach. He would sooner wander off into the wild world outside than spend the rest of his life cooped up here with his goddamn mother. 

“What? No! That’s not your call to make!” Ryan screeched. “Amanda gave me permission to stay as long as I needed. And I don’t intend on changing my current arrangement.”

“Too bad mister. Your sister has enough on her plate between school, sports and might I add, an active social life. She doesn’t need to add the stress of caring for her irresponsible shrinky brother to that list. I won’t have you dragging her down.” Ryan could now feel himself beginning to fight back tears. Of frustration. Of rage. Of humiliation. Leave it to Natalie Miller to make him feel as small as he truly was. 

“That’s not your call. That’s between me and Amanda!” Ryan shouted back, trying to frame his overwhelming emotions as anger rather than sorrow. But Natalie remained unmoved. 

“It is my call to make. I pay for her education and I will not have you getting in her way and distracting from her studies.” 

Feeling unadulterated rage welling up within his tiny body, Ryan had to start moving or else he feared that he might literally explode. He began to pace away from his immense mother, moving towards the foot of the bed. “Oh my god, you’re impossible. I’m a grown man, I think I can-”

“Pshhhh, you’re far from a grown man.” The giantess sneered, causing Ryan’s face to flush red. “You used to be a grown man, but those days are behind you. Why else would you need Amanda to take care of you?”

“I’m done talking to you!” Ryan shouted back, continuing his journey away from the gigantic blonde. Natalie just chuckled and shook her head, amused by her son’s inability to properly storm out of a conversation. She quietly sipped her wine as she watched him make it to the end of the bed, finally stopping as he began to peer over the side and search for some way down.

“What’s the matter? Stuck? A grown man wouldn’t find himself stuck on the bed, would he?” Natalie teased, shifting her position on the bed and swinging one foot up onto the mattress. Ryan looked back, unamused by his mother’s jokes, staring up past her wrinkled sole as she smirked arrogantly in his direction. Ryan gritted his teeth and leaned over the side of the bed. 

“I can get down.” He said firmly, looking for a crease in the bedspread that he could use to slow his descent towards the ground. Natalie watched, bemused, as Ryan finally found the best place to descend, slowly working up the nerve to finally leap off of the mattress and slide down to the floor as if the bedspread were an aircraft slide. Ryan appeared out from the gently billowing satin sheets and turned back to look at his immense mother one last time before he began making his way toward the still open door. “You see? I can manage on my own. I’m in control of my own life.”

“Tsk.” Natalie sighed and stood up off the bed, crossing over to her son in a single step before she crouched down over top of his miniscule body. Ryan’s eyes nearly bulged out of his skull as the giantess knelt down, her massive crotch looming above him, shielded only by her black cotton panties that stretched across her sex, curving around beneath her before disappearing into the clefted valley between her heavy asscheeks. With a smirk, Natalie shook her head disappointedly before standing back up to her full height. Ryan begins to feel a bit of vertigo, craning his neck to look up towards his mother’s sneering face that stood some twelve or so stories above him. Natalie’s heaving chest obscured his view of her face, but based on the soft chuckle that fell down upon him, Ryan could imagine the scowl she wore. 

“Do you feel in control, my grown son?” Natalie asked, her voice dripping with condescension. Ryan stumbled backwards, struggling to stay on his feet as the muscles in his mother’s legs flexed threateningly. 

“Y-yes.. I’m in control of my own life…” He replied timidly, looking back over his shoulder towards the door. Finally something deep inside of him told Ryan that he was not safe here, causing him to turn and begin sprinting towards the door. Unfortunately for him, it took only a single step for Natalie to immediately place herself between him and the door. Her nightgown billowed slightly as she forcefully shut the door, completely sealing off any chance for escape that he had before she slowly turned to look down at him with an unsettling smile. 

THUD THUD THUD

Natalie’s massive feet slammed heavily against the hardwood floor as she repositioned herself, leaving Ryan standing mere inches from her massive, wiggling toes. The terrified shrinky watched helplessly as the woman’s monstrous hand began barrelling towards him as she spoke. “We’re not done talking young man… and I did not give you permission to leave.”