The New Normal by omanahan88

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“Uuugh, goddammit…” Ryan rolled over groggily as the blaring sound of an alarm going off rang in his ears. Unable to ignore the overwhelming sound, the tiny man sat up in his bed, placing his feet on the nightstand onto which he had been so rudely transported last night. He felt the rumbling vibrations of his mother’s cell phone as it shook the surface of the table, rattling his bones as he sat up and waited for the titanic woman to finally roll over and silence the damn alarm. 

“Mom? Are you gonna…” Ryan dropped his head into his hands as he turned to see his gargantuan mother burying her face deeper into her pillow. Evidently she had set this alarm for him and not for herself. “Goddammit.” The shrunken man sleepily stood up from his tiny bed, shambling towards his mother’s car sized smartphone with the intention of silencing this godforsaken noise. However, before he managed to climb up onto the glossy surface of the device, Ryan’s eyes caught a bit of movement in his periphery. 

WHAM

“JESUS…” Ryan tumbled backwards onto his ass as Natalie’s monstrous hand came crashing down onto the nightstand. Her first swipe accidentally shoved Ryan’s whole bed several feet closer to the edge of the nightstand, filling his mind with thoughts of how bad his morning could’ve started if he hadn’t woken up before his mother did. On the second pass, Ryan rolled flat onto his stomach, allowing the giantess’ thick fingers to brush over him as she blindly felt around for her phone. 

“Ughhhh shut up.” Natalie mumbled, her face still buried in the plush pillows on her bed. Finally the titanic blonde’s finger’s found the button to silence the alarm, coaxing a long, exasperated sigh from the Miller matron. Though she seemed unenthusiastic about it, the slumbering woman did finally peel off her heavy comforter, rolling over to set her feet firmly on the floor as she continued to rub the sleep from her eyes. 

Ryan remained silent as his mother rose from her bed, taking a moment to stretch her weary limbs and get the blood flowing ahead of what was promising to be a very busy day. The giantess slipped her feet into a pair of slippers, casually unbunching a bit of the fabric of her nightgown as it was pinched under her breast. Though as Ryan was very plainly able to see, Natalie's nightgown needed significantly more attention around her large, round bum. The poor boy was entranced by the spectacle of his mother’s fat ass desperately trying to gobble up her evening wear, making every last curve of her wide hips perfectly visible to any sneaky onlookers. 

“Errmmmmmm. “ Natalie let out another heavy sigh, strangely turning her back to Ryan on the nightstand as she lifted one foot up onto the bed frame. Ryan’s eyes went wide as he found himself standing at the edge of the nightstand, staring up directly into the crack of his mother’s ass. He watched on in nauseating horror as the giant woman’s butt flexed, one cheek lifting slightly as she seemed to arch her back, sticking her butt out in his direction even more. 

“No….” Ryan couldn’t believe it. Was she about to fucking fart on him? He closed his eyes and braced himself, terrified that his life was trending in the direction of becoming some sort of weird fetish stress toy for his family of gigantic women. Thankfully however, what Ryan couldn’t see was what actually had his mother acting strange this morning. Having detected a small cut on her knee as she pulled off the covers this morning, Natalie was trying to inspect the mysterious abrasion, having no clue that she was making Ryan think that he was about to experience a horrendous gale of fetid morning wind. 

The tiny man was able to breathe a refreshing, untainted sigh of relief as Natalie shrugged her shoulders, reaching back to gently scratch an itch on her bum before she began plodding off toward the ensuite bathroom. Ryan sat back down on his bed, taking a moment to gather his thoughts as Natalie left him alone to tend to her morning routines. Because she had failed to fully shut the door, from the nightstand Ryan listened to the unmistakable sound of her peeing, accompanied by a loud sigh of relief before the toilet roared to life. He shuddered. Ryan could’ve contentedly lived his whole life without listening to his mother piss out a whole goddamn waterfall, but no, her need to control every single iota of his life continued to inflict unforeseen torment on the tiny man. A few minutes later, the sound of running water preceded Natalie’s return to the bedroom, where she meandered purposefully into her walk-in closet, still paying no mind to her shrunken son. Ryan watched silently as Natalie discarded her nightgown, leaving the titanic woman in nothing but the pair of jet black panties that she had been wearing the day before. 

“”Alex… play my morning playlist.” Natalie said firmly, causing a small white cube on top of her bureau to light up with a pale green hue. 

“Yes, ma’am.” The device said, taking a brief pause before some eighties hair-band  rock song started loudly playing within her bedroom. Ryan rolled his eyes as he stood up and began shifting his bed back away from the edge of the nightstand. 

I can’t believe she has it call her ma’am. Ryan thought to himself. Even the goddamn robots had to show her the utmost respect. Purposefully trying to avert his gaze from the closet, since he wasn’t specifically looking to get a look at his mom’s boobs, Ryan continued to wait quietly as Natalie dressed herself for the day. However, as shameful as he felt about it, the tiny man couldn’t help but cast a few side glances in her direction. She slipped on a pair of tight fitting jeans, not bothering to discard her underwear and apply a clean pair. Ryan couldn’t help but glance over as the tremendous blonde struggled to get into her pants, fighting against the narrow waistband as she tried to stuff her ample buttcheeks down inside. The small man felt his mouth run dry as he helplessly ogled the giantess. Given the intensity of last night’s confrontation, Ryan couldn’t help but imagine his mother banishing him into the back of her jeans to drive home her point. Hard to talk back if I was fighting for space in her ass. He perished the thought. Goddamn these women had him so fucking on edge right now? As ridiculous and implausible as it was, Ryan couldn’t shake the feeling that his gigantic mother was going to sit on him. In his mind, he pictured the doctor’s office; a cold, sterile room that made him feel even smaller in comparison. He would interrupt a conversation between two giants as they discussed the direction his life would take and then, out of sheer annoyance, Natalie would hurriedly place his body upon the cold plastic seat of a waiting room chair before effectively silencing him with an avalanche of denim clad ass fat.  

“Fuck… I need Amanda…” Ryan muttered to himself, shaking his head free of the nightmare scenario just in time to watch Natalie select a fresh bra from her collection, casually adjusting her breasts to get everything comfortably in place before she pulled on a pure white tank top that struggled to contain her ample bosom. Slipping on a loose fitting cardigan, Natalie finished off her outfit with a few pieces of jewelry before confidently striding across the bedroom, only, instead of heading towards the nightstand where he was currently trapped, the tiny man’s colossal mother simply strode out of her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. 

“Uhhhhhh, mom?” He said meekly, not entirely sure of what to do next. Did she forget about him? What was he supposed to do, just wait here until she finally remembered and came back for him? How far into the day would she make it? Would she get all they way to the clinic, try to check him in, only to realize that he wasn’t there? Ryan smirked and shook his head. He’d honestly pay to be a fly on the wall when she made that realization. Just to see the look on her face… god, if only. 

Still, did he really want to sit here and just wait for rescue all fucking day? Ryan turned his gaze down to his mother’s mattress. Sure, it was a decent midway point between the nightstand and the floor. Plus he had managed to successfully climb down off the mattress to the floor last night before his mother had put a firm stop to his retreat from her bedroom. But he wasn’t certain that this was a good idea at the moment. She hadn’t made the bed yet this morning, so in order to get down the same way as before, Ryan was probably going to need to start crawling underneath the comforter, all the way down to the foot of the bed and then try to slide down the bedsheets from there. A lofty proposition for sure. Not to mention the fact that making himself harder to detect on Natalie’s bed was almost certain to carry some unfortunate, unforeseen circumstances for the tiny man. And that wasn’t even considering the fact that the door was still closed. No… Ryan was going to need some help. He needed to get ahold of Amanda, to tell her all about their mother’s plan and to get him the fuck out of this place as soon as humanly possible. Suddenly and without warning the door to the bedroom swung open, dashing Ryan’s schemes to bits as Natalie returned, stomping purposefully towards the nightstand. 

“Alright, let’s get a move on. Appointment’s at 8.” Natalie said firmly, reaching down to scoop Ryan up in her hand without waiting for any sort of consent from the shrunken man. 

“Ah, Jesus mom, could not just manhandle me?” Ryan complained loudly, squirming uncomfortably in his mother’s grasp. 

“I’ve been ‘handling’ men since before you were born. I don’t need a lecture from my toy soldier son.” She quipped back, spinning on her heels and making her way towards the bathroom. Ryan squirmed uncomfortably again. There was something about being carried into a bathroom by someone you considered to be hostile. Nightmares too grim to consider danced at the edges of his conscious mind, forcing Ryan to actively ignore the horrid thoughts as his mother walked into the bathroom and began to lower him towards her toilet. 

“Alright, hurry up and go. We’re on a schedule.” Natalie commanded, gently placing her son down on the seat of the toilet. Ryan shuddered, still feeling the warmth of his mother’s behind radiating out of the plastic seat as he stood at the edge of the porcelain basin. Nervously he looked up to find the giantess staring down at him, her brow furrowed, clearly unamused by the tasks set out before them today. 

“Could I get a bit of privacy?” He asked, hesitating to pull down his cotton pajama bottoms. 

“No.” Her response was flat as she stood over him, unmoving. 

“Jesus Christ mom, I don’t think it’s too much to ask for. I’m not going to run off.” Natalie rolled her eyes, crossing her arms and adjusting all of her weight onto one leg. 

“I’m not worried about you running off, I don’t want you falling in.” She clarified, gesturing towards the bowl. “Does that seem like a fun way to start your morning? No? Despite a hundred thousand warnings, I’m not the only person who uses this toilet. Is that how you want to spend your day, Mr. Independent Man?” Ryan felt himself shrivel up at the implication. It was a ridiculous hypothetical, but to her credit, it was one that deeply disturbed the tiny man. “I thought as much. Now, get going or lose your chance.”

Slumping dejectedly at being treated like some sort of second class citizen, Ryan undid the button on his pajamas, trying to keep his back to his mom as he pissed into the massive bowl. As the thin stream slowly dribbled to a stop, Ryan saw the movement in his mother’s shadow, watching over his shoulder as her hand approached him. Desperately he tried to put his pecker away, only managing to do so while getting a tiny bit of urine staining his trousers. Without flushing or even letting him wash his hands, Natalie lifted her son from the toilet and clenched him painfully in her closed fist. God, she’s so much more aggressive than Amanda. Ryan made a mental note to be more appreciative of his sister’s tender method of carrying him around. 

“What about a shower… or breakfast?” Ryan complained as Natalie quickly vacated the bathroom, headed for the kitchen. Only now did Ryan realize that he was still wearing pajamas. All throughout their lives, Natalie had threatened to murder her children if they went out into public without putting in the basic effort of taking a shower and putting on real pants. But evidently she was no longer observing that little rule. The giantess simply scoffed as she crossed through the living room and into the kitchen. 

“You’ll be fine. You can have a piece of my bagel. And I have wet wipes in the car if you stink that badly.” She said, not entertaining any of his nonsense this morning. Ryan bit his tongue as frustration welled up inside him. It wasn’t about whether or not he stunk. It was about starting the day feeling clean. It was about living his life like he was a fucking normal human being. But Ryan didn’t air that particular grievance with his mother, simply because he wasn’t sure if he could handle her response. 

Natalie carried her undersized son into the kitchen, setting him down on the countertop beside the sink before she continued her morning routine. The giant plucked two halves of a freshly toasted bagel from the toaster and haphazardly slid it across the counter, trying not to burn her fingertips. Thankfully the wheel of sweet, cinnamon bread came to a stop without forcing Ryan to dive into the sink. His mother turned to the refrigerator, pulling open the heavy stainless steel door and retrieving a large bottle of creamer from the shelf before bending down to fetch a tub of cream cheese spread from the lower drawer. As the giantess stood up and turned around, Ryan averted his gaze, desperate to not get caught ogling the massive woman’s behind in her ridiculously tight jeans. 

Not noticing her tiny son’s lingering stare, Natalie continued to assemble her breakfast; spreading a thick schmear of cream cheese across her bagel, taking a large bite before turning to pour a veritable ocean of steaming coffee into a large travel mug. She then took a moment to top it off with a hefty dash of cream before finally turning her gaze down to her eldest child.

“Here…” The tremendous woman tore a small piece off of her bagel, ensuring it had a tiny bit of decadent cream cheese on top, that she passed down into Ryan’s hands. “Is that too big? Do you need me to cut it smaller?” She asked, her voice seeming more condescending than normal. 

“No… this is fine.” He said softly, grateful to be getting something to eat, but feeling even more dehumanized by the blatant disregard that his mother was showing to him. 

“Good, eat up. We’re on the road in five.” Natalie said, stuffing another large bite of bagel into her powerful maw, washing it down with a slug of coffee before spending a moment to clean up the mess she had made.

“Already? What about Brooke and Amanda?” Ryan asked, silently hoping that his former guardian would emerge from her bedroom and put a stop to their mother’s tyrannical occupation of his life. “If I’m going to be gone for two weeks, I’d like to at least say goodbye.”

Natalie shook her head, not bothering to even look at her son as she began sweeping crumbs into her palm for a quick disposal. “The girls are sleeping. I'm not going to wake them.” Finally she turned to collect the shrunken man, plucking him up between two fingers and bringing him closer to her face as she continued to address his concerns. “I’ll fill them in when I get back later today. It’s only two weeks, they’ll be fine.” 

“What about me?” Ryan asked quietly, not actually expecting a response. He was genuinely gutted at the idea of not at least getting the chance to say goodbye. Suddenly he was a child all over again, crying his eyes out as he was sent off to summer camp all by himself. Thankfully he managed to withhold any tears, but still the sadness weighed heavily on his heart.

“Oh don’t be so dramatic. You’re a grown man, act like it.” Natalie said, her patience for Ryan’s attitude growing thin. Ryan had to catch the argument in his throat. How could she tell him to act like a grown man when she insisted on treating him like a child? The hypocrisy that she was capable of seemed to perfectly encapsulate the nature of her entire generation.

“Oh shoot, hang on.” Natalie said, her eyes scanning around the room before her face scrunched up with a look of discontent. “I’ll be right back. Finish your breakfast.” She ordered as she quickly strode back towards her bedroom. Ryan quietly sat down on the countertop, bringing his bagel ball to his mouth and chomping into the volleyball sized morsel of cinnamon flavored carbohydrates. Everything felt so desolate right now, like he was completely alone in the world.

THUD THUD THUD THUD

Ryan’s eyes went wide. Footsteps… footsteps coming from the other side of the house. Spinning around, Ryan tried to peer around the side of the kitchen island, hoping to catch the attention of whichever of his sisters was coming into the kitchen. 

Entering the kitchen with a long stretch and sleepy yawn, Amanda blinked a few times as she paused in the center of the dining room. With a sudden shudder that traced all through her body, Amanda shook the last sleeping neurons to life before taking her seat at the dining room table. 

“Morning Ry… Ryan? Hey Ryan?” Finally the titanic blonde realized that neither her brother nor his bed were where she had left them last night. In an instant a wave of panic set in, causing the giantess to stand up from the table, knocking her chair back as she began to search the rest of the room for her shrunken sibling. A million thoughts raced through her mind, lingering on the tense altercation they had engaged in last night. “RYAN?!”

“AMANDA!” The RP leaned out as far as he safely could over the edge of the kitchen counter, frantically waving his arm in her direction. Thankfully, Amanda noticed him immediately and quickly walked her way into the kitchen, resting her elbows on the countertop as she let out a heavy sigh. Ryan felt her warm morning breath wash over him as she loomed above, her smile telling a story of genuine relief.

“Jesus Christ, I thought… I don’t know. You scared me!” She said with a chuckle. “Where the hell's your bed?” Ryan’s heart raced. He desperately wanted to get the details of Natalie’s plan to Amanda so that she could intervene on his behalf. Maybe this nightmare would finally be coming to an end.

“It’s in Mom’s room.” He started, preparing to elaborate before Amanda cut him off with a scoff.

“Heh, why?”

“Because she showed up in the middle of the damn night, drunk on wine and abducted me.”

“Abducted you?” Amanda asked facetiously. Clearly she was assuming that Ryan was exaggerating out of his innate frustration with their mother.

“YES! Abducted me. As in;  took me to her room, trapped me on the nightstand, and told me that she was sending me away to a clinic for two weeks before she makes me a permanent home here.” Amanda recoiled in shock, not fully understanding what he was getting at.

“Here? Why?”

“Because according to our mother, me living with you is inappropriate and out of the question.” Again Amanda shook her head in disbelief. 

“What? That’s not her call to make.” Amanda explained. Ryan nodded his head, grateful that his sister was finally catching on.

“Yeah. Welcome to the problem. I tried to tell her that much last night, but no one seems to give two shits about my opinion anymore…” Ryan winced slightly as soon as the words left his mouth. He wasn’t trying to pick a fight with Amanda over the stunt she pulled last night. Even though it was the entire reason that he was in this situation, Ryan decided that this was not the time to have that particular argument. 

Amanda’s expression softened, clearly feeling no small amount of guilt as she began to realize the stress that she had put her brother under. “I’m sorry Ry. I’ll talk wi-“

“Oh, good morning dear.” Natalie said, her tone noticeably lighter while addressing her fully sized daughter. “You’re up early.” Having collected her purse, Natalie was now prepared to hit the road, but as she turned her gaze down to Ryan, she noticed that Amanda stepped over, fully placing herself between the RP and his mother. “What’s wrong?”

“Mom, you’re not taking Ryan from me.” Amanda stated firmly, unconsciously stepping back towards the counter. Ryan marveled as his sister’s titanic butt bumped into the countertop, the soft flesh of her buttcheeks rolling slightly onto the cool marble landscape. 

“Amanda, listen to yourself? Take him from you? He’s your brother, not a toy.” Natalie said, stepping forward and gesturing for her daughter to step aside. However, Ryan’s titanic sister remained steadfast, keeping him shielded from Natalie’s sight. “Amanda, this is not up for discussion. Step aside, now.”

“You’re right, it’s not a discussion. You don’t get a goddamn say!” Amanda shouted, her voice suddenly dialing this confrontation up to 11. She spoke so loudly that both Ryan and Natalie were momentarily staggered; Ryan from the sheer volume of her voice and Natalie from the unforeseen insubordination.

“Don’t you dare speak to me like that! I am your mother and I will-“

“I DON’T CARE! YOU'RE NOT MAKING THIS DECISION WITHOUT HIS GODDAMN SAY SO!” No one expected this sort of response from Amanda. While Ryan had hoped that she would intervene on his behalf, this was more of a fervent defense than he could’ve ever imagined. It was getting so intense in fact, that he actually got worried that this argument was going to devolve into something much worse. 

“Thanks Ama-“ Ryan began to speak up, hoping to calm things back down to actual discussion levels. However, Natalie, not content to sit back and be scolded by her own child, began to match Amanda’s intensity.

“Stop acting like a petulant little child!” Natalie snapped loudly, dropping her purse onto the floor. “I’m sick of the two of you acting like this is all some sort of goddamn slumber party! You need to grow the fuck up, both of you!”

“Guys, can we calm down for a sec-“

“Just because the only opinion you’ve ever given a shit about is your own, doesn’t mean that-“

“What the hell is going on?! Why are you guys screaming?” Brooke’s arrival in the kitchen, sleepily rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she tried to figure out what the hell was happening, caused a singular moment of silence. And that moment was enough for Ryan to finally interject and take hold of the conversation.

“Both of you, please listen to me for just one minute!” Ryan shouted, projecting his voice as loudly as he could. To his surprise, the room fell deathly quiet as Amanda stepped to the side, removing her big, pajama bottom butt from his field of view, replacing it with his extremely agitated mother. With a deep sigh Ryan looked up towards his gargantuan mother and clasped his hands together. 

“First of all, let’s be very clear… this is all, in its entirety, my fault.” Natalie looked a bit shocked by her son’s sudden admission of guilt. Amanda opened her mouth to speak but Ryan put up a hand to keep her from interrupting. “That being said… I will not, under any circumstance, be moving back in with you.”

“Ryan… you can’t just-“ Natalie began to interrupt, but this time Brooke stepped in, still not understanding what was going on, but not wanting to listen to any more screaming. 

“Mom, let him finish.” Brooke said, effectively silencing her mother. Ryan nodded in silent appreciation towards his sister before he continued to speak.

“That being said, you are right. It’s time for me to take some responsibility. So, I’ll agree to go to the clinic for my appointment today. But when they release me in two weeks, I’m going back with Amanda.” 

“Two weeks?” Amanda asked loudly. 

“Yeah, evidently I’ll be away for the next two weeks while they run some tests.” Ryan turned his attention back over to his mother who seemed to be struggling to digest these terms. “Now, if you can’t come to terms with that, then I don’t see a way for us to stay in contact moving forward.” Despite the additional surge of confidence that Ryan felt now that he wasn’t being secreted away from his giant protector, he still couldn’t help but feel his stomach turn as he continued to stand up to his overbearing mother.

Natalie remained silent, her cheeks feeling warm and flushed as her emotions spiked feverishly. Immediately she wanted to start shouting again, to just put her foot down and take control of her household again and put an end to all of this unwelcome disobedience. However, the tense, silent stares of a three of her children weighed heavily on her, combatting her authoritative fury with a sense of maternal shame. Had she truly pushed her son to the point of wanting to cut contact with her? And her daughters… Amanda had always been a little bit headstrong but Brooke? She couldn’t bear the way that her baby was looking at her right now.

“I suppose as long as you’re taking account of your well-being and going to the clinic, then I can handle tabling the rest of the discussion for the time being.” Both Ryan and Amanda rolled their eyes. That was probably the best they were going to get with Natalie for the time being. But so long as Amanda was aware of her mother’s intentions, it was enough to form a tenuous peace. A long beat of silence followed while everyone waited to determine if any further arguments were going to come out before Natalie pulled her phone from her pocket and checked her phone.

“Well, if we’re going to make your appointment, we need to be on the road now.” Natalie said, collecting her purse from the floor and making her way towards the door. She looked at her eldest daughter, raising an eyebrow as she gently shifted her weight to one leg. “I assume you plan to join us?” 

“Yeah, give me a minute to get changed.”

“Make it quick.” Natalie chirped, extending her hand expectantly towards Amanda who was now holding her brother in her palm. Amanda gave her mother a bit of a sneer as she turned and began walking towards her childhood bedroom.

“Tsk, as if.” She said loudly, brushing past Brooke as she carefully cradled her tiny brother close to her chest.

“Good morning, how can I help you?” The receptionist asked, greeting the Miller family, sans Brooke, as they proceeded into the warmly decorated lobby of the reduction clinic. Natalie strode forward quickly and confidently towards the desk to greet the younger woman with a polite nod. 

“Good morning. We have an appointment for Miller, Ryan. We’re a touch late.” Natalie turned slightly to look over her shoulder at Amanda who was looking around the room a bit nervously, clearly still uncomfortable with the idea of just handing over her tiny ward. “Sorry about that.”

“Let me see…. Miller… Miller… Ah, Ryan. Here you are.” The woman said, her fingers rapidly hammering away on a keyboard as she searched her screen for Ryan’s information. “And…” The woman then turned her attention up from the screen, looking back and forth between Natalie and Amanda until she finally noticed the way that Amanda was holding her hands together. “Ah, Mr. Miller, I presume?” Natalie cleared her throat, causing Amanda to break out of her haze and finally look back at the clinic employee. 

“Oh right.” Amanda unfurled her hands, revealing her tiny brother crouching down in her palm. The stranger smiled warmly at Ryan, nodding her head briefly before she began digging through some folders stacked up on her desk. 

“Wonderful. Nice to meet you Ryan. I’m Jessica.” She said, removing a pale blue folder and gently sliding it across the surface of the desk towards Natalie who very clearly seemed to be the one in charge of the trio. “Well, since this is your first time, we’ll need to have you fill out some info in this packet right here. Since we’re a tiny bit behind schedule, we’ll have you head back into the waiting area. Once you’ve got that all filled out, we’ll get you into a screening room for your intake physical.”

“Thank you.” Natalie said, taking the folder and turning to head towards the hallway that the attendant had motioned towards a moment ago. However, before she could pass beyond the desk in the lobby, the young woman spoke up again. 

“Oh one last thing. Let’s just confirm your return appointments.” All three Millers looked at Jessica, confused.

“I’m sorry, appointments?” Natalie asked. 

“Yes, so after Ryan’s been picked up on Monday, he’ll have to-”

“Wait, this monday? I don’t have to stay here for two weeks?” Ryan asked, his voice giving away how hopeful he was now feeling. It was at this point that Jessica finally caught on to the nature of the misunderstanding, letting out a soft chuckle as she waved her hand. 

“Oh… no no no, we don’t do that anymore.” She said, washing Ryan in a wave of relief. “Standard practice is a two night observational stay following your intake visit. Then, you’ll just have to come back twice a week for checkups for the next two weeks.”

Ryan and Amanda looked excitedly at one another. And before Natalie could speak up, AManda interjected. “Does it have to be this clinic? Do you have one near MHU’s campus?” She asked excitedly, earning an unamused eye roll from her mother.

“Uh, well… we don’t recommend transferring between clinics after onboarding has started, but we can certainly make accommodations for it.” Jessica said, a slight pause in her speech creating the freedom for Amanda to grin victoriously before the clinic administrator finished her thought. “However, this is actually the closest site that we have to the university.” Ryan felt his sister’s shoulders slump. He, however, wasn’t prepared to give up quite yet. 

“Well, do we get to choose the days that we come in?” Ryan asked, looking up towards his tremendous sister’s face. “Maybe we could work it around your schedule.” The pair turned back to look at Jessica who looked sheepishly at them, as if she were about to deliver some bad news.”

“Sort of…we actually require a strict two day gap between checkups to administer an allergy panel. So the check ups are always Monday-Wednesday, Tuesday-Thursday, or Wednesday-Friday.” Ryan and Amanda both began working out the schedule in their heads as Jessica began typing away at her computer. “So since you’ll be discharging Monday, we could set you up for a Monday-Wednesday, but… it looks like Wednesday is fully booked already. So we’re gonna have to do Tuesday-Thursday.”

Both Ryan and Amanda looked at each other disappointedly. That wasn’t going to work for Amanda’s schedule at all. The trip was simply too long to squeeze in between all of the other stuff that she had going on. “Well, if I skipped-”

“Absolutely not.” Natalie punched on that immediately, her voice carrying the familiar authority that she wielded over her family so well. Amanda glared over at her mother. On the ride over here she had tried to quietly pry some info out of her brother regarding what had happened between the two of them last night after Natalie abducted him. However, Ryan had simply shook his head and offered to fill her in later. Clearly he was too rattled to speak of it in where there was a chance that Natalie might hear him. Oh how much Amanda regretted pushing for this reunion now. 

“Well if you think that we’re going to just leave him with you, then you’ve-”

“I’m going to have to stay with mom until I’m fully discharged.” Ryan said, speaking up and stunning his sister into silence. The tiny man turned to look up at his tremendous mother, her eyes latching onto him, clearly trying to discern his intentions. The miniature man looked back to his sister who was staring right back down at him, silently pleading with him not to voluntarily leave her protection again. “Mom’s right. I don’t want my presence to impact your schoolwork. I said that I wouldn’t burden you, and I stand by what I said.” His eyes darted back over to Natalie, wordlessly conveying the intention behind his comment. 

“So, I’ll stay with Mom until my last appointment, and then I move back in with Amanda. Agreed?” He looked back to Natalie who crossed her arms with a wry smirk. 

“Agreed.” A long, tense moment of silence as the Millers stared at one another while Jessica stood awkwardly off to the side, sensing no small amount of tension between the mother and her two kids. While Amanda turns her back to Natalie and Jessica to try to argue things out with Ryan, Natalie finishes setting up dropoff and pickup times for all of Ryan's upcoming appointments. 

“Alright, come on.” Natalie said, having finished up with Jessica and now prepared to turn her attention to Ryan’s intake paperwork. Based on the look on Amanda’s face, she had failed to convince Ryan to agree to her idea of skipping classes. Natalie fights back the urge to scoff, unamused to find her daughter acting even more childish than her tiny, shrunken speck of a son. 

The Miller family proceeded down a very short hallway, pulling open a heavy wooden door and crossing over a threshold that changed their surrounding from a warm colored space with light brown carpets to a cold grey, clinical space fitted with cheap, speckled white linoleum floors. Listening to the rhythmic sound of the giant’s footsteps as they proceeded down the corridor, Ryan looked down and noticed two bright red strips running along either side of the hallway. These were clearly marked “Reduced Persons Only” areas, allowing for a space where shrunken humans could safely navigate around the clinic. Ryan smiled a bit. It felt nice seeing some protections for people like him built into the business. 

“Mom, watch out! You stepped on the ‘RP Only’ tape.” Amanda remarked, seeing her mother plant her sneaker carelessly on the swath of red tape that crossed from one side of the hallway to another right at the entrance to an open waiting area. Natalie paused for a moment, looking down and noticing the tape for the first time. She gently twisted her ankle, making sure that she didn’t just splatter a tiny person across the underside of her shoe. Once she found a lack of bloody nastiness on her sneaker, Natalie shook her head and rolled her eyes, proceeding into the waiting room. 

“Not sure who had the bright idea of putting– crosswalks underfoot.” Natalie commented, catching the word “insect” before it managed to escape through her lips. “Honestly, a little bit of segregation might actually save some lives.”

“Mom, watch out!”

Ethan’s head snapped up from his phone upon hearing a loud voice from across the room. Ever since shrinking down, the tiny, three inch tall father of three had become unbelievably receptive to loud sounds. Peering over the lip of the massive plastic chair upon which he was seated, Ethan saw her, a truly tremendous woman unlike anything he had ever seen before. Her long, wavy blonde hair came down to her shoulders, gently bobbing back and forth as she briefly scanned her eyes around the room. In the nine days since first shrinking down, the only normal sized people that Ethan had encountered were his children and his wife and a few of the staff members here at the clinic. So as he watched the unknown, yet admittedly striking, giantess walk across the room towards him, Ethan couldn’t help but feel overwhelming dread wash over him. 

“Honestly, a little bit of segregation might actually save some lives.”

He heard her powerful voice ringing in his ears, shaking him back to reality. Slowly craning his head towards the sky, Ethan tried to force out a horrified scream as the mountainous woman approached the charity that he was sitting on before spinning around. The stranger presented her unfathomably large ass to Ethan, taking a moment to adjust her extremely tight jeans around her hefty ass cheeks before she began to lower herself directly on top of him. Was she doing this on purpose? Did she know he was here? Ethan wasn’t sure if it was simply his perspective or not, but it seemed like the giantess’ ass was descending almost in slow motion. Still unable to produce a scream to notify anyone else of his position under the gigantic woman’s rump, Ethan managed to peer between her legs and make a split second of eye contact with another stranger. A second pretty blonde who looked suspiciously similar to the woman who was about to crush him under her ass.

Amanda almost didn't see it. Had she spent even one more second rolling her eyes at her mother’s careless attitude, she wouldn’t have seen the helpless little RP trapped under her butt as she sat in an already occupied seat. The young woman stood a few feet away from her mother, too dumbstruck to move as she waited for her mother to notice that she was squishing another human being with her ass. However, Natalie remained seated as she opened up the small blue folder she had received from Jessica and began reviewing the document. 

“Amanda…. I think Mom just sat on someone.” Ryan said nervously, keeping his voice low enough to avoid rousing the attention of the several other people in the area. A knot formed in the pit of Ryan’s stomach. It was impossible not to imagine himself in that position; trapped underneath his uncaring mother as she mercilessly dropped her butt onto the seat. He thought about the fact that she hadn't bothered to change her underwear that morning. Ryan could only pray that his fellow RP wasn’t suffering too much under his mom’s bum. 

Finally Natalie looked up from her paperwork, raising an eyebrow at her daughter who was just standing awkwardly in the center of the room. The unyielding matron motioned to the unoccupied chair beside her, gently shaking the info packet in her hand. “Amanda, sit down. I need Ryan to answer some of these.” Finally snapping out of her trance of absurdity, Amanda rushed over to her mother, leaning down to whisper into her ear. 

“What?” Natalie remained firmly in place, not understanding her daughter’s frantic nagging. “I sat on something?”

“SOMEONE!” Amanda repeated in a hushed whisper. It took another long second for Natalie to realize what Amanda was getting at, but finally she focused her attention down on her rear end where she could finally feel a tiny amount of squirming. 

“Ugh… unbelievable.” Natalie muttered, slowly and laboriously lifting herself out of her chair. The titanic blonde made no effort to rush herself off of her tiny cushion, but once she was back on her feet, she spun around and glared down at the tiny man who was suffering a coughing fit in the center of her seat. “What the hell are you doing sitting in human chairs? There's a whole damn seating area for your kind right there!” Natalie couldn’t contain her disdain for the tiny man and all of his kind. How arrogant could one person be? To take up a seat the size of a football field and not expect to be squashed? Ridiculous. Before the tiny man could formulate a response, Natalie spun around, moving to a row of seats against the opposite wall and plopping herself back down into the seat. Though this time she at least took a second to inspect the chair for occupants before sitting down. 

“Oh my god, are you alright? I’m so sorry about that.” Amanda pleaded for forgiveness from the tiny man, offering a finger to him to help him sit upright. Still struggling to catch his breath, Ethan took the young woman’s aid, slowly getting back to his feet. 

“Thank you. I’m okay. I just need a moment to catch my breath.” He said, unable to take his eyes off of the larger, older woman who sat nearby, occasionally glancing over her paperwork to glare in his direction. Ethan winced as he rose to his feet, struggling to stand up fully straight. He was pretty sure nothing was broken, no doubt thanks to the tiny pocket of space he was left in underneath the giantess as she sat down. He glanced over in her direction. Her wide hips spilled over the sides of the seat ever so slightly as she shifted back and forth. Ironically, had Natalie’s wide butt been just a bit smaller, her cheeks would’ve conformed perfectly to the slope of the seat and there may not have been enough space underneath her to avoid being crushed. However, that being said, Ethan was pretty sure that might’ve sprained his knee and his chest was aching something fierce.

“Are you sure? You look like you’re in pain.” Amanda asked nervously, starting to move her hand forward towards the shrunken stranger, but immediately stopped when she saw him flinch. A deep sadness washed over the young woman as she realized just how scared he must be. 

“She’s not usually…” Ryan poked his head up over the edge of his sister's hand. In truth, he was just glad that Natalie hadn’t accidentally smothered the poor guy. And his guilt kept him from lying to this complete stranger. “I’m sorry. Do you want some help getting over to the RP seating?” Ryan offered, volunteering Amanda’s relatively immense strength to the cause. However, the man simply shook his head. 

“No, no that’s okay. I’m waiting for my wife. She had to use the restroom. I’ll be alright, honestly. I’m just a bit shaken up, that's all.” He lied, looking back over towards Natalie. The icy glare she shot him sent a horrified chill down his spine. The absolute last thing that he wanted to do was draw more of her ire. Especially after getting a firsthand taste for just how fragile his body was now. “I’m still getting accustomed to all of this. Please pass along my apologies.”

“You don’t have anything to apologize for.” Amanda said, standing up to her full height and giving the man an apologetic look. “Sorry again.”

As Amanda walked over to take a seat beside her mother, she couldn’t help but keep taking glances over towards the miniature man, thinking about how she had accidentally sat on Ryan last week. Was she like her mother? Did she give her brother reason to fear her? Her gaze dropped down towards Ryan who looked back up at her with a familiar look of concern on his face. 

“Mom, I think you really hurt that man.” Amanda whispered, her eyes still locked on to the tiny stranger. Natalie scoffed, shaking her head as she flipped over a page of the intake paperwork. She was far more concerned with getting the necessary down on the form than she was with the damage she had inadvertently inflicted on a grown man from the simple act of sitting in a chair. She thought about her late husband, how much he loved to have her sitting in his lap. They would be sitting around the house, simply tending to their own responsibilities when Jack would grab her by the arm, pulling her down into his lap as she squealed and giggled fitfully. God how he made her feel so young and desirable. Now that was a real man, not some pathetic fucking… insect. 

“Jesus Christ Amanda, we’re in a goddamn hospital for those people. Shrinkies are fragile, accidents happen.” Natalie spat dismissively. “If he was smart, he wouldn’t be lounging somewhere that he would reasonably expect to be crushed.” Amanda winced at the callous nature of her mother. Evidently Ryan wasn’t being all that dramatic when he complained about their mother’s views on reduced persons. Her stomach began to turn as she thought about the future. If only she had listened to Ryan earlier when he expressed doubts about coming to see their mother. Now she was going to have to leave her brother in Natalie’s care for the next two weeks?

“Hillford?” A tall nurse appeared on the entryway to the waiting area, reading a name off of the form on his clipboard. 

“Yep, that’s me.” One of the reduced persons in the RP seating area sprang up from their chair. Making sure to adhere to the red “RP Only” walking sections, the tiny man slowly began to cross the waiting room floor. Hearing a long, unamused sigh from his mother, Ryan looked up to find her face locked into a deep scowl as her eyes followed the slow moving man. Letting out a nervous sigh, Ryan silently wondered how long this was going to take.