“Fuck…” Amanda cursed quietly as her keys accidentally slipped from her finger and fell to the door mat. Tired, sweaty and overwhelmed, the athletic blonde simply leaned forward, resting her forehead against the cool metal door of her apartment. She considered just how frayed her nerves must’ve been if something as benign as dropping her keys felt like it was pushing her to the edge of her sanity. Letting out a heavy sigh, the weary coed crouched down, her muscles aching after a particularly draining weight room session, and collected her keys off the floor. Finally pushing her way into the apartment, Amanda let her backpack and her gym bag drop to the floor, lazily kicking off her shoes and pacing across the hardwood floor with wet, sweaty socks.
Immediately she made her way into the bathroom, turning on the shower to just about the hottest setting available as she began to strip out of her sweat soaked clothing. It had been quite some time since she had gone that hard in the gym. The unfortunate circumstances of her tiny brother now being trapped with her evidently psychotic mother was weighing pretty heavily on the young woman’s mind and so subconsciously she was trying to work that guilt out through physical exertion. As she waited for the water to reach sufficiently scalding temperatures, Amanda shimmied her way out of her tightfitting compression shorts, letting them drop to the floor with a wet plop.
“Whoop, sorry…” Amanda said to no one in particular, remembering that Ryan hated it when she left her smelly clothes on the floor. Once her brain caught up to the fact that Ryan wasn’t going to be around for the next couple of weeks, a fresh wave of sadness washed over her. It was all her fucking fault. Ryan had tried to warn her, but she just HAD to try to fix their goddamn relationship. God, how had she not seen it before? Had her mother always been like that? Had she just never noticed what a fucking bigot she was? Amanda let out an exasperated sigh as she climbed into the shower, feeling as though the infernal water was doing something to wash the guilt off of her. For several minutes, the frazzled young woman simply kept her head underneath the torrent of steaming water, postponing the actual scrubbing of her tired muscles until she heard the telltale sound of the building’s pipes rattling to keep up with her demand for hot water. By the time that Amanda finally stepped out of the shower, she felt like a completely different person. Her skin was flushed slightly red, forming a swath of goosebumps on her arms and legs as the cooler air from the bathroom shocked her system. No sooner did her feet hit the fuzzy green bath mat did her phone begin to ring.
“Shit…” In her haste to get into the shower, Amanda had accidentally left her phone in the pocket of her gym bag, which now sat right beside the front door. Springing out the door into the hallway, the perky blonde quickly jogged through the apartment, naked and still soaking wet as she went to get to the phone. “At least I don’t have to worry about Ryan complaining about seeing my ass.” She thought to herself, not realizing that Ryan would probably be more concerned about the full frontal than getting yet another peek at her peachy rear. Upon reaching the front door, Amanda began digging through the large front pocket of her gym bag, which served more like a purse these days, carrying loads of useful nonsense that right now only served to get in her way.
“Goddammit!” She muttered loudly, her wide, nude ass wiggling unconsciously as she searched the bag. “AHA!” Finally she plucked the device from the depths of the messy pouch, looking at the screen for a moment before her heart leapt into her throat.
“RYAN!” She shouted, immediately answering the call. Unfortunately it was only as the screen showcased a quick loading screen that Amanda realized that she had just accepted a video call. “FUCK!” Panicking, Amanda flipped the phone, making sure that the front camera was turned away from her bare tits before the video had a chance to load.
“Amanda? You there?” Her brother’s voice emerged from the phone, immediately filling the young woman with an overwhelming sense of relief.
“Hang on… just a second!” She shouted, keeping the camera pointed away from her body as she retreated into the hallway closet. In a matter of seconds Amanda had a fresh towel wrapped around herself, giving her enough cover to flip the phone back over and greet her brother with a wide, toothy smile.
“Ryan! Oh my god, it’s so good to see your face!” She shouted loudly. If she was being honest, seeing her brother smile at her through the phone was exactly what she needed to get over this sickening feeling in her gut.
“He-hey Mands, how ya doin?” He asked, grinning widely as he saw Amanda from a somewhat normal perspective for the first time in a long time. “I just got my phone stuff transferred over, figured I should give it a quick try.”
“Awwww, and you thought to call me? How sweet.” She cooed with a dorky grin. Ryan shrugged his shoulders and shot back a sly smile.
“Well I tried calling Nicole Byrnes, but she was busy so she said she’d call me back later.” Ryan quipped, grinning from ear to ear. Amanda knew he was lying. Nicole Byrnes was one of her best friends since they were kids and Ryan used to always get under Amanda’s skin by talking about how cute Nicole was. It didn’t bother her at all anymore, but it remained a bit of an inside joke between them over the years.
“Heh, I fucking dare you to call Nicole. You gonna tell her that you’re tiny? I honestly bet that you’ve got a shot with her now.”
“Well first off… I always had a shot with Nicole. She was crazy about me.”
“Whatever dork. How was the clinic?” Ryan shrugged his shoulders, quietly nodding his head.
“Honestly? It’s actually kinda great.” He stood up from his chair spinning around so that Amanda could see the large suite behind him. “I’ve got this whole area to myself. I actually think this suit is bigger than my apartment was.” Amanda nodded her head, impressed.
“Nice, that’s awesome.” She replied.
“Well… I guess relatively speaking.” Ryan clarified himself needlessly. “Literally speaking it's a bit smaller. Hell, I bet this whole goddamn complex would fit inside your bedroom.” Amanda chuckled at that, imagining having a whole hotel of shrunken people meandering about her bedroom. A smile crept onto her lips as she pushed the thought from her head. It might be fun, but she’d probably have to worry more about walking around the apartment naked.
“So… what about the test and stuff? Terrible?” She asked, her smile dying out slowly. Ryan shrugged his shoulders, taking a seat once again and rolling up the sleeve on his shirt.
“Ehhh, it wasn’t awful. I had a few appointments yesterday and I actually just finished up with my morning set today.” He turned so that Amanda could see his arm and the several red bumps that cascaded down the length of it. “I had to do a bunch of different allergy panels, which sucked. Evidently shrinking can change the things that you’re allergic to, which actually makes up a huge percentage of the health complications that people talk about with shrinkers.”
“Seriously?” Amanda asked incredulously. She had never heard of that before. Not that she really knew any RPs other than Ryan, but still. This seemed like something that would’ve shown up on Facegram or something.
“Yeah, someone would go their whole life eating shellfish and then BOOM. They wake up three inches tall with a deadly shellfish allergy.” Ryan said with a shrug. “Works the other way too. Someone with a peanut allergy could shrink down and suddenly be able to eat peanut butter. Crazy.”
“Seriously. That's so weird. Did they say if you’ve got any new allergies?” She asked. Once again Ryan shrugged.
“Uhhhh well, I guess cherries.” Ryan said, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Cherries?”
“Yeah. I guess cherries are like a super common allergy for RPs.” Ryan admitted. “Thankfully though, I guess there are some pretty cheap adrenaline aerosols for anaphylaxis, so we’ll just have to get some of those for emergencies.”
“I’ll start looking into it.” Amanda suggested, walking towards her room to grab a sticky note.
“Nah it's fine, the doctors gave me a bunch of paperwork. They can actually set me up with a prescription and everything.” Amanda felt her shoulders slump as Ryan dismissed her. She wanted so desperately to do something, to be useful to him in some way, to try to make up for her stupidity. Ryan continued, not noticing his sister’s face dim ever so slightly. “Honestly the staff here have been fantastic. Everyone’s real polite and big on consent. Couple of the doctors were a little rough and there’s this one nurse, Jackie, with fingers that are made of fucking ice, but really everyone’s been awesome.”
“That’s great Ry, I’m really grateful that you’ve got people there watching over you.” She said softly. “I really wish that I could be there to pick you up today.” Ryan smirked and waved her off.
“Nah don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine.” He turned to look at the room around him. “Honestly I kinda wish they still did the two week stay thing. It would feel like a goddamn vacation, especially compared to going back to mom’s house.”
“I’m sorry…” Amanda said, so softly that Ryan couldn’t actually be sure that she had actually said anything.
“What?”
“I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault. If I would’ve just listened to you then none of this-”
“Amanda…. Relax.” Ryan interrupted his sister, shaking his head and smiling at her. “It’s alright, honestly. I mean, I appreciate and accept your apology, but if we’re being honest here, I really did need to get my shit together and get in to see a doctor. All in all, it worked out for the best.” He paused for a moment. They both knew that his temporary internment at the shrink clinic wasn’t what she was apologizing for, but truthfully he didn’t see the benefit in rehashing an argument at this point. Amanda had offered to rearrange her schedule but he had been the one who opted to stay with his mother for a couple of weeks. They had both made their choices, now they just had to make the best of it.
There was a brief pause as the siblings both searched for what to say next. Frantically searching for a way to get the conversation chugging along again, Ryan began recounting the events of his clinical stay in his head. Suddenly his face lit up as he realized something exciting that he could share.
“Oh, shit, you’ll never guess who I met while I was in here!” Ryan said excitedly. Amanda smirked, raising an eyebrow to the phone.
“THE QUEEN!” She shouted loudly, grinning from ear to ear. Immediately Ryan’s smile disappeared, replaced with an irritated scowl that only served to elicit a loud giggle from his sister. She knew all too well how much he hated when she would undercut his dramatic reveals with silly nonsensical guesses. Because now when he revealed that he had bumped into an old college buddy whom Amanda likely met a grand total of three or four times, it was going to seem pretty lame in comparison to finding the Queen of England shrunken down in a random clinic in Minnesota.
“Goddammit… no.”Ryan said, shaking his head. “I was sitting at the bar grabbing a drink and I-”
“The clinic has a bar?” The young blonde asked incredulously. Ryan paused for a moment, now realizing that it did sound a bit strange if you didn’t consider the fact that it was more of a medical resort than an ordinary clinic.
“Well… Bar and restaurant. But Curt… Curt Collins… my buddy from HYU? We randomly bumped into each other at the bar.”
“Curt, the tall one with the beard?” Amanda asked, raising an eyebrow curiously.
“Yeah, that's the one.” Ryan said excitedly.
“Ugh, he was always trying to sneak peeks at my ass. God, why were all your friends such pervs.” She said with a half hearted scowl, recalling the handful of times that she drove up to hang out with Ryan on campus. Those visits were an early lesson for the young woman that helped her learn that men were going to be gross to her everywhere she went for the rest of her life. And while Ryan’s friends were all genuinely sweet to her and acted incredibly protective of her when it came to total strangers, none of them were above ogling her for themselves. Ryan shrugged his shoulders. She wasn’t incorrect. He genuinely couldn’t count the number of times he had punched his friends for making lewd remarks about his sister’s body. However, he’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t doing the same shit with women who weren’t his sister.
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, if he pulls that shit now you could just sit on him.” Ryan said very purposefully. If someday Curt and Amanda found themselves in the same room, Ryan would count it as a huge win to see his friend get sat on by his little sister. It also seemed like Amanda found this idea to be acceptable as well.
“Hmm, good point. Now if your friends are gross to me, I can be gross right back.” She said with a smirk, biting her lip. With how much Ryan complained about her feet or her accidental flatulence, it shouldn’t be too hard to get his drinking buddies to quit treating her like some sort of sex object.
“Yeah well, to his credit, Curt does seem to be a bit more mature than when we were in college. We had some drinks, got caught up and apparently I know like four other people who wound up shrinking down somewhat recently. And we think some of them might actually be pretty local. So I guess my social life might not be as doomed as I initially thought.” Ryan said with a chuckle.
“Awwww, that’s so nice to hear Ry. I’m so happy for you!” Amanda smiled sincerely at her brother, delighted to see him smiling so brightly despite all of the bullshit circumstances of his current situation.
“Thanks Mands. Oh and hey, do you remember Megan Peters?”
“Your ex?” Amanda asked quizzically.
“Exactly. Apparently she shrunk too.” Amanda raised an eyebrow at this little tidbit of info. It had been remarkably sad for Amanda especially when Ryan and Megan parted ways. It had been a fairly amicable breakup between the two college students who found themselves attending two different universities with three hundred miles between them. Megan had always been incredibly nice to Amanda when they were younger, never getting protective of her time with Ryan, frequently inviting Amanda to tag along on the occasional ice cream date. The giant blonde lips curled up into an eager smile, her mind already beginning to piece together the abstract beginnings of a plan to make sure that Ryan never went back to that bitch Laura.
“Oh my god, I love Megan, she’s so sweet! Ugh, you should definitely call her, reconnect.” Amanda said cheerily.
“Yeah I mean, I agree. I’m definitely going to reach out and see how she’s holding up. It’ll be nice to have more people to commiserate with, ya know?”
Amanda smiled and nodded, very eager to see her brother integrating more people that were like him into his social circle. Anything to help guard him from falling victim to the full sized people in his life who weren’t looking out for his best interests. While staring at the phone, Amanda’s eyes happened to catch a look at the time displayed at the top of the screen.
“Oh fuck! I’m gonna be late! I’m sorry Ry, I’ve gotta go!” She shouted, already on the move towards her bedroom. Ryan just chuckled and shook his head.
“No worries, we’ll catch up later.”
“For sure, I’ll text you tonight? I’m so happy that things are going good for you. Let me know if anything comes up, or if mom is being shitty again. I can be there to pick you up in a couple hours.” Ryan waved her off.
“I’ll be fine, Mands. Get going, have a good time in class and I’ll talk to you tonight.”
“Love you, bye!”
“Love ya.”
The screen went black as the call disconnected, leaving Ryan staring at a reflection of his own face in the glossy screen of his new device. He began to tuck the phone into his pocket, however he quickly began to struggle getting the damn thing to fit. It was definitely a bit unwieldy, sort of like a thin brick that really put up a struggle going into or coming out of his pocket. Evidently there was a lower limit to just how small they could make a phone and have it still work. “Oh well.” He thought to himself, pacing across the room before flopping his butt down onto his reduced queen sized bed. He flipped on the television, lying back on the bed, preparing to kill some time before his last clinic of the day.
Later that morning…
“Hey Ryan, ready to head home?” one of the nurses asked, opening the massive metal door that separated Ryan’s domicile from patient room #4. Ryan let out a loud huff, kicking his feet off of the bench and taking a moment for a quick stretch before proceeding towards the tremendous nurse. He forced a smile as he waved to the facility attendant, trying not to take his frustrations out on her. After all, it wasn’t her fault that Natalie was already more than a half hour late for picking him up.
“Only if you’re sure I can’t keep renting this room out for the next two weeks.” Ryan quipped. The older woman chuckled loudly as she bent over, lowering her hands down to where Ryan could comfortably climb on, but afford him the opportunity to do so of his own volition. She then collected the plastic bag filled with his personal effects, like his wallet and old phone, in her other hand before shutting the door into the tiny side of the clinic.
“Oh sweetie, if only. We just don’t have the space we need to accommodate all the clients we get.” Her face softened as she lifted Ryan higher into the air, only stopping when he stood level with her chubby chin. “But if you don’t feel comfortable-”
“That’s alright Heather. I’ll be fine.” Ryan said, gently patting his hand on the massive woman’s thumb. “I’ve just never had a bed that comfortable before. I’m gonna order one of those for myself once I finally get settled down.” Heather smiled, her short, grey hair bouncing gently as she cocked her head to the side and smiled warmly at him. Ryan resented his mother for each and every pitying gaze that he received while here at the clinic. Word had spread quickly about what a frigid bitch Natalie was and Ryan had to meet with a trauma counselor to make sure that his living situation was safe. Ultimately he had convinced everyone that the tension between him and his mother was nothing more than a tense familial dispute. Most of them accepted that, though he did have to listen to countless comments about being careful which full sized humans he trusted, but Heather seemed to be one of the few who saw through his little deception. The sixty year old giantess was a sweetheart to her core, genuinely incapable of doing any harm. If only they could all be like that.
“Okay sweetie. Well, I look forward to seeing you again. I’ll make sure to pop in and say hi when you’re back for your checkup.” Heather said, turning on her heels and walking towards the door into the larger section of the clinic. As the pair proceeded out of the patient room, Ryan was forced to re-adjust to reality, having just spent two days walking around normal sized hallways. Sitting in Heather's hand felt akin to riding on a train with how little she managed to bob her hands with each remarkably long stride, however looking out into the massive “normal” sized corridors Ryan was quickly reminded of how truly small he was. While he might have been looking forward to getting back to Amanda’s apartment, spending this weekend in an RP sized space really had Ryan thinking about the upsides of permanently relocating himself into a shrunken community.
After a minute of walking, Heather and Ryan reached the checkout lot behind the front desk. His giant guardian lowered her hand onto the countertop, allowing Ryan to disembark before turning to give her one last wave. Heather placed Ryan’s belongings in a small dropbox that opened up into the lobby, smiling warmly at her small friend before turning and walking abc into the clinic. The miniature man then walked over to the tiny double doors, taking a moment to brace himself before he returned to a life of stress and frustration with his bigoted mother, before finally pushing forward and walking into the lobby of the clinic. Once there, he scanned the room, searching for his mother’s signature scowl, only to quickly find that Natalie was nowhere to be found.
“Ah, there you are.” Ryan turned to find his youngest sister rising out of a nearby seat, striding directly towards him. Dressed in what looked like her practice outfit, Brooke was wearing tight fitting spandex shorts, riding far enough up her ass crack to make anyone uncomfortable, as well as a baggy, light gray hoodie sporting the logo of her highschool volleyball team. As the giantess approached the counter, Ryan had to swallow nervously as he was reminded just how much bigger than him his baby sister was.
“Brooke? Where’s mom?” Ryan asked as she finally reached the counter, leaning forward so that her head hung ominously over him, forcing him to crane his neck to meet her gaze. The giantess smiled a big toothy smile as she mused over how cute and tiny her “little” brother was. As she began to speak, Ryan felt the humid heat from her breath with each word.
“She had some sort of work thing come up at the last second. She’s not gonna be home till late so she asked me to come pick you up instead.” The giantess explained as she began to lower her head, bending at the waist to bring her head closer to level with her miniscule sibling. Ryan couldn’t help but notice the older woman standing farther back in the lobby shift her gaze over to Brooke as she stuck her butt out behind her.
“Ahh, gotcha. Alight well, guess we better get moving. Can you grab my stuff out of the dropbox there?” He asked, feeling embarrassed as he watched the older woman roll her eyes. Brooke nodded her head, grabbing the ziplock bag before lowering her hand on the countertop, surprising Ryan as she allowed him to climb into her palm as opposed to snatching him off of the desk. Clutching him close to her chest, Brooke carried Ryan towards the door and out into the parking lot.
“So, how was it? Did they jab you with a bunch of needles and stuff?” She asked.
“Not really. I mean, there were definitely some needles. They had to test me for a bunch of new allergies, so I got poked a few times, but for the most part it was just kinda hanging out in a nice hotel.”
“Ugh lucky…” Brooke said, throwing open the door to her little red sedan.
“Yeah, I’m as lucky as they get.” Ryan remarked sarcastically, crouching down to brace himself as Brooke swung her body into the car, settling down into her seat before she began to look around.
“So, uh… where should I put you?” She asked, looking around the front of the vehicle.
“Just over on the passenger seat is fine.” He replied.
“Seriously? You know how I drive. What if you splat onto the dashboard?” It was a valid point that Ryan had to acknowledge. Brooke drove like a goddamn maniac and he wasn’t too keen on getting catapulted into the footwell. As he was thinking about where else he could sit, Brooke’s hand started to move, lowering him down between her legs where he was roughly deposited onto the driver’s seat between her thighs. “There, how about that?”
“Uhhh, no. Come on, just put me in the cupholder or something.” Ryan argued, trying his best not to touch Brooke’s tacky skin. “You’re all sweaty.”
“Well, mom called right after practice and I didn’t have time to shower.” She said, smirking as she began to flex her thighs. The titanic blonde let out a slight giggle as she watched her toy sized brother struggling to not touch her legs. “You’ll be fine. It’s the safest place for you.”
“Brooke, I said no. I don’t want to ride between your damn legs!” He shouted, looking defiantly up at his little sister. However, the wide smile that she gave him didn’t make him feel any more confident that she was going to bend to his desires.
“Well, it’s the safest place for you to ride. Unless of course, you’d rather go under my ass.” Ryan’s face went white as the prospect of getting stuck underneath his sister’s sweaty ass. Amanda had occasionally threatened to sit on him, but she wasn’t typically malevolent enough to actually follow through with her threat. But after that humiliating fart incident the other day, Ryan had no doubts that Brooke would actually follow through with something like that.
“Oh my god, can you imagine? I’ve been sweating my ass off.” The giantess chuckled to herself for a moment, silently considering whether it was actually funny enough to just proceed with that plan anyways. However, her better judgement won out in the end, leaving her to buckle her seatbelt and turn on the car. “So, your choice.”
Ryan opted not to respond, his pride refusing to let him admit defeat to his bratty little sister, while his survival instinct prevented him from pushing the issue with the giantess. Brooke nodded her head as Ryan turned and sat down crossed legged between her thighs.
“It’s like ten minutes back to the house. We’ll be there in no time at all.” Putting the vehicle in gear, Ryan closed his eyes and began to center himself, opting to practice some de-stressing meditation while they made their way home. However, when Brooke backed out of her parking space, the vehicle lurched forward violently as Brooke pressed hard on the gas.
“Ahh, Jesus! Brooke!” Ryan shouted as he rolled uncontrollably in the seat. The tiny man managed to climb back to his feet, standing for just a single second before Brooke reached the exit out of the parking lot, hitting the brakes and causing Ryan to tumble onto his back again. “HEY!”
“Hang on! BEEP BEEP MOTHERFUCKER!” Brooke shouted playfully, spotting a narrow gap in the traffic flowing down the busy city street. Not wanting to wait the additional ten or fifteen seconds it would take to enter traffic safely, the teenager stepped on the gas hard, quickly accelerating to match the speed of the other cars.
“SHIT!” Ryan shouted, sliding uncontrollably as they suddenly sped up. He started to claw desperately at the pleather seats of the car, horrified as his sister’s massive sweaty crotch got closer and closer. Unfortunately for him, the seat was far too slippery to grant him any real grip, leaving him to slide forward until he was practically squished up against her spandex shorts. Immediately he was overwhelmed by the intense heat and pungent smell radiating out from the titaness’ crotch.
“BROOKE!” He shouted, now struggling to free himself from this awkward and compromising position. However, now that she was safely out on the road, Brooke leaned forward to crank up the radio, unintentionally squishing Ryan even more while she drowned out his tiny cries. Thankfully the trip was short lived, though each second being pressed down by his sister’s crotch felt like it passed agonizingly slowly. After pulling the vehicle into the driveway, the torment mercifully came to an end. Ryan watched his sister’s massive thigh cross over his head as she exited the vehicle. Brooke took a second to pause and pick a wedgie out of her ass before turning around to pick him up. But when she did turn, the giantess paused, a quick snicker escaping her lips while she pulled out her phone to snap a quick picture.
“Oh my god look. You’re right in my butt imprint.” She said with a giggle, turning her phone to show Ryan that he had slipped even lower into the seat as she exited the vehicle.
“Hilarious.” He said flatly, infinitely less amused than Brooke was with the prospect of a sweaty buttcrushing.
“Alright, c’mon.” She said, reaching down to let Ryan climb back into her hand. He did so, grateful to be out of the car and not seeing any value in trying to scold his sister for either her carelessness or her pisspoor driving skills. Without any further holdups, Brooke carried her miniature sibling into the house, setting him down on the kitchen island before opening the fridge and retrieving a bottle of coconut water.
“Okay so I definitely need a shower.” Brooke said, finally saying something that Ryan could agree with. The small man took a quick sniff of his own clothing, the smell of his sister’s sweat now thoroughly woven into the damp fabric.
“I could use one too.” Ryan commented, causing Brooke to look at him confused.
“I…. don’t know how to help you with that. Wait… do you and Amanda shower together?” Brooke asked, her face contorted into a look of disgust.
“What? No. She puts the stopper in the sink, runs some warm water and gives me a few drops of soap so I can clean myself up.” He explained.
“Oh. Okay, I guess that’s easy enough. Tell you what, let me go take my shower and when I’m done I’ll run you a little bath. Good?”
“Yeah that’s fine.” Ryan said, pulling his phone out and getting comfortable on the countertop. Now, if he had realized exactly how long Brooke was going to be in the bathroom, Ryan might’ve asked to take his shower first. After almost forty minutes of watching videos on his little brick phone, Ryan’s battery was down to eight percent by the time that he heard the shower stop running. After another few minutes of waiting, he heard Brooke stomp her way up to her bedroom, finally returning to the kitchen after nearly an hour of leaving Ryan to fend for himself.
“Oh my god, that was fucking perfect.” Brooke sighed, finally returning to the kitchen, dressed in a pair of fluffy pyjama bottoms and a tiny thin t-shirt that revealed an immense amount of cleavage and exposed her midriff. In fact, shirt probably wasn’t even the correct word for it, as Ryan discovered once Brooke began to lean forward, resting her weight against the edge of the kitchen island. Ryan might’ve called it a shawl, based on just how thin the fabric was, or he might’ve just called it a bra, since it really covered nothing besides her relatively gargantuan breasts; though it seemed to be struggling to accomplish even that much, since her nipple was no more than a handful of millimeters away from slipping out into the open. Ryan attempted to avert his gaze, however, with how far she was leaning over the counter, there weren’t a whole lot of places he could look that weren’t filled by her chest.
“Jeesh, leave any hot water for me?” He asked, trying to act like he wasn’t anywhere near her chest, especially after the way she reacted the last time that he came into contact with her breasts, through no fault of his own.
“Mmmmmmm. That was so fucking refreshing. ” Brooke just let out a soft groan, choosing to ignore her tiny brother’s snide comment. Suddenly the giant woman began to lower her titanic frame even further, letting her head drop down as she basked in the soothing sensation of her post shower bliss. Unfortunately for Ryan, he now found himself corralled in between Brooke’s immoveable arms and the treacherous wall of her soft, warm cleavage, while her massive head loomed directly above him. The tiny man began to panic. Right now, Brooke’s eyes were closed as she savored a brief moment of peace, but that wasn’t going to last forever. And he really didn’t want to give the gigantic brat any reason to accuse him of perving on her. Just the thought of that video that she already had on him was enough to make him fear his little sister’s temper.
“So… how about helping me get to the bathroom? I’m still a bit… sweaty.” Ryan said, trying to stick close to Brooke’s arms. Brooke let out a heavy sigh, her warm breath washing down over him before she slowly opened her eyes.
“Yeah, alright. Come on.” She said, scooping Ryan off of the counter as she lazily began to make her way out of the kitchen. Brooke kept her hand tucked against her tummy, leaving Ryan underneath the shadow of her chest as he was escorted into the bathroom. The atmosphere inside the small, cramped room was already akin to a sauna thanks to the prolonged duration of Brooke's undoubtedly roiling shower. Brooke lowered her brother down to the side of the sink, placing a rubber stopper in the drain and running a stream of warm water, making sure to check the temperature with her finger to make sure that Ryan wouldn’t get burnt. “Alright dude, I’ll set a time to come back and check on you in like…. Fifteen minutes? Is that good?”
“Uhhhh, I still need some soap.” Ryan said, looking down at the wisps of steam coming off the surface of the water.
“Oh, right. Sorry.” Brooke spun on her heels, loudly throwing back the shower curtain as she began to inspect the multitude different soaps and scrubs that made up her personal collection. She thought for a moment, considering which products to set out for her miniature little brother to clean himself up with. “Hope you like cocoa butter.” She said flatly, stepping into the shower to make her selection.
“Yeah. Love the smell of cocoa butter.” Ryan admitted. However, his enormous sibling returned with much more than just a dollop of soap like Amanda typically provided. Several bottles were set on top of the countertop beside him, looking more like a science experiment than a bath. Brooke’s face painted a picture of pure focus as she went about preparing the spa-like treatment for the miniature man, dropping a large dollop of creamy white soap into the sink, stirring it up with her fingers until the water was a milky, soapy mixture. She then reached into one of the cabinet drawers, retrieving a wide, flat makeup sponge, upon which she carefully plopped a series of different products before setting the whole thing adrift in the shallow water of the sink.
“Okay, so the green one is your shampoo… that one is conditioner. The orange one is a facial scrub and the black one is an exfoliating sugar scrub. Do you do anything with your hair?” She asked, staring down at her dumbfounded little brother.
“No… no this is plenty. Thanks Brooke.” He said, surprised but not upset by her attention to detail.
“Sure thing. I’ll be back to check on you in fifteen.” She said, stepping towards the doorway.
“Could you make it thirty?” Ryan asked, seeing no point in not capitalizing on the over the top treatment that he was receiving. Brooke looked back at him with a wry smirk.
“And I’m the shower hog?” She said sarcastically, shaking her head as she began to set a timer on her phone. “See you in a half hour, Squirt…”
Ryan simply shook his head, slowly inching his way down into the basin until he was chest deep in the blissfully warm water. “Sweet mother of god, that’s nice.” He said softly to himself, resting his back against the marble bowl of the sink as he shut his eyes for just a moment. He knew it wasn’t going to last forever, but moments like this were to be enjoyed at every opportunity.
CLACK
Ryan flinched as he heard the sound of the bathroom door opening, his sense of serenity immediately shattered as he waited to determine who it was that was coming in to see him. He didn’t have a clock in here that he could see from inside the sink, so he couldn’t be sure, but Ryan was fairly confident that he hadn’t been soaking for a half hour quite yet, which led him to believe that perhaps Natalie had made her way home earlier than expected. However, he was pleasantly surprised when it was Brooke’s massive head that appeared in his view, rather than his mother’s. But with that concern pushed out of his mind, Ryan became suddenly aware that his body was very poorly concealed beneath the mildly hazy water. In a desperate attempt to cover his nude crotch from her piercing gaze, Ryan began to frantically scoop a mountain of bubbles towards his body, only to look skyward and find that Brooke wasn’t even looking at him.
“Brooke?” Ryan asked, confused to find his massive sister stepping up to the sink, though her attention seemed completely focused on the large mirror that hung on the wall, high above where Ryan was soaking.
“Yeah…”
“What are you doing?” He asked, feeling that same uneasiness from earlier as the giantess leaned forward, her buxom chest poised directly over the sink basin.
“Nothing…”
“Ummm, soooooo…”
“No, I just had to pick up my brother after practice…. Yeah, he’s staying here at our house because he shrunk.” Ryan was confused for a good long moment, trying to determine what hell she was talking about until finally Brooke brushed her hair back behind her ear, revealing a small white earbud plugging her ear. “Yeah, it’s crazy. He’s like… super short. Like a half an inch tall or something.”
“Goddammit.” Ryan said quietly, lowering his head so that he wasn’t looking up at Brooke’s tits. She was talking to one of her fucking friends, about him no less. Plus, she wasn’t even right; according to the doctor, he was clocking in at just over three inches tall. Sure, maybe that seemed like a nitpicky distinction, but if you told a six foot tall man that he was two foot nothing, then he would be likely to say something about it.
“No, for real. He’s so small, it’s crazy….. No, but actually though. Oh my god, your step-dad would be missing in less than a week, hahahaha” Brooke turned on her heels, exiting the bathroom just as quickly as she had arrived, not once acknowledging her brother’s existence. Ryan let out a heavy sigh before dunking his head down underneath the water. Just another facet of being reduced, the giants could go about their daily lives without even noticing that people like him existed.
Ryan returned to his soak, cleansing himself from thoughts of his near encounter with Brooke’s sweaty butt, slowly and carefully climbing his way out of the sink where he began to dry himself off with the hand towel that Brooke had set out for him. He had a few minutes to spend drying himself off before Brooke finally returned, this time her focus locked completely on the tiny man. Ryan tried his best to cover his crotch, realizing that he didn’t have any clean clothes to change into.
“You done?” Brooke asked, stepping up to the countertop so that her well toned belly was right at eye level with her tiny sibling.
“Yeah… I just need something to wear. Can you go look and see if Amanda left my stuff here before she went back to school?” Ryan asked. He had asked Amanda to pack a couple extra sets of clothes in her purse on the off chance that he ever needed a change of clothes outside the house. It was thoughtful foresight on his part, but now he just had to hope that his former host had been equally considerate. However, instead of leaving to check for extra clothes, Brooks just reached down, lowering her palm to the sink for Ryan to climb on to.
“Come on, I’ve got a little surprise for you.” She said with a wide grin painted across her face. Though he was slightly nervous about what Brooke’s idea of a surprise might be, Ryan’s curiosity won out in the end, thanks in no small part to how kind his little sister had been today. Stepping into the giant’s hand, Ryan attempted to keep himself covered as he was once again whisked away into his childhood home, though since he couldn’t see Brooke’s face past the shelf of her breasts, he had to imagine that she couldn’t see him either. Moments later, Brooke pushed open the door to her mother’s room, turning on the light and proceeding over to a large dresser where she finally lifted Ryan up and revealed his surprise.
“Ta-Da! I wanted to put it in Amanda’s room, but mom almost had a meltdown when she demanded that it go in here. Do you like it?” Brooke set her brother down on top of the dresser so he could inspect his new living accommodations. From the outside, the structure looked fairly basic, made of a plain white plastic that appeared to be reinforced with metal supports. However, looking through the open side panel, Ryan could see that the interior looked to be a fully furnished apartment.
“Holy cow… this is incredible.” He said to himself, quickly jogging inside the little building. It was roughly the size of a couple of tissue boxes set side by side, half of which looked to be made up into an open floor studio, complete with a fully furnished living room and kitchen. In the other half of the building, Ryan found a large, spacious bedroom, fit with a relatively king sized bed. The miniature man stepped inside, excitedly touring his new “apartment” as if it were more than just a small box located in his mother’s bedroom. He couldn’t help but feel as though he were actually starting up a new chapter of his life, holding on to that feeling of clawing back even a tiny bit of his old independence. However, as he stepped into the small “bathroom” just off from the master bedroom, the illusion was dispersed as Ryan peered down into the small plastic toilet, finding nothing but a hole in the bottom that led into some sort of little plastic chamber. He let out a soft sigh. Perhaps it was a bit much to expect running water in the neighborhood of his mom’s dresser.
“So, what do you think?” Brooke asked as her brother stepped back out of his bedroom, returning to the living room where the wall was currently swung wide open. . Ryan nodded his head and smiled.
“Yeah, it's awesome. Thanks Brooke.” The giantess beamed brightly, clearly excited to know that he was enjoying the space.
“Well, it was Amanda’s idea. She insisted that we figure something out for you while you’re here. But I picked it out.” She explained, cracking a cheeky grin. “And I guess you should thank Mom too, since we used her credit card.” Ryan let out an involuntary chuckle at that revelation, unsurprised to find that Amanda was taking shots at their mother wherever she could. After seeing how fired up she was leaving the clinic, Ryan had to imagine that there had been a fair bit of extra arguing that happened while he was away.
“Plus, check this out!” Brooke stepped forward, lifting up onto her tiptoes so that she could place her hands on top of the enclosure, while inadvertently closing off the wall to Ryan’s living room with her tits. Ryan was stunned into silence once again, unable to avoid staring at the giant woman’s nipples as they barely hid within the confines of her shirt. Then the whole complex shook slightly before the ceiling lifted away with a loud CRACK. Moments later, Ryan found himself staring up at Brooke’s smiling face through the now open roof of his new apartment.
“Look! The roof comes off. So I can come see what you’re up to whenever I want!” She declared excitedly. Ryan couldn’t tell whether or not she understood that he wasn’t a fan of this dire failing of privacy, but he decided to explain his opinion either way.
“Yeah… not a big fan of that…” He said flatly, eliciting a soft pout from his gargantuan sister. Begrudgingly the giantess obliged him, replacing the roof before lowering her head to look at him through the open wall.
“Well… we got you a bunch of clothes too. Oh! And take a look at this…” Brooke shuffled to the side, pointing one hand towards what Ryan recognized to be the same type of ladders that Amanda had purchased for him to get around her apartment with. “I put those ladders up so you come and go whenever you want. I put some up in the kitchen and the living room too. Oh and there's some in my room, but don’t come in my room without asking, alright?”
“Yeah, yeah… of course. Thanks for the help Brooke, that’s really nice of you.” Ryan said sincerely, taking notice of the way that her face lit up as he praised her good deeds. The giantess opened her mouth to respond, when suddenly the sound of a ringing phone could be heard from somewhere else in the house. Instinctively Brooke patted the “pockets” of her shorts, only to realize what Ryan was already thinking; that those shorts were barely able to contain her feminine curves, so there wasn’t any place for a smartphone to hide inside as well.
“That’s me.” She said, spinning on her heels, clearly putting her impending phone call on a much higher priority level than finishing her conversation with her brother. Not that it bothered Ryan, mind you. As he watched his sister exit the room, his eyes were helplessly drawn to her large, round butt; her cheeks bouncing entrancingly as they labored to swallow up her tight fitting pajama shorts. Shaking those irritatingly intrusive thoughts from his mind, Ryan retreated back inside of his apartment, proceeding into his bedroom to search for these clothes that Brooke had mentioned. Now that he was looking around the room, Ryan found a surprising lack of auxiliary furniture. No dressers, no nightstands, just a large bed that occupied a huge chunk of the room. He walked over to the closet, pulling open the door to once again find nothing at all, aside from a simple metal bar where he could theoretically hang his clothes once he had them. For the next five minutes, Ryan paced around the habitat, searching for something to wear but coming up empty handed. Eventually he reached a point where he was ready to re-engage with his titanic sister, since walking around naked was starting to get a little bit cold. However, it was at that moment that Ryan realized his new tiny phone was sitting in the pocket of his sweaty, smelly pants, back on the bathroom sink.
“Fuck.” It was becoming clear that Ryan was going to have to venture back out into the house to track down his massive sibling. Not wanting to waste any more time, the tiny man walked over to the dauntingly tall ladder. He carefully slipped on the clip-on safety harness, being careful to avoid pinching anything since this was his first time doing this in the nude, before he began to quickly descend towards the floor. The journey across his Mom’s bedroom floor took even longer still, making Ryan wish that he had brought his electric bike with him, though in his defense he hadn’t intended to stay here this week. After another six or seven minutes of walking, Ryan finally made it into the kitchen where, as he rounded the corner, Brooke’s gargantuan foot swung overhead, very nearly kicking him across the floor.
“HOLY SHIT! BROOKE!” Ryan screeched, diving to the side to avoid being caught in the path of her monstrous ped. The titaness kept moving, completely unaware that she had very nearly flattened her brother underfoot. “BROOKE!” As he shouted a second time, the giantess stopped in her tracks, allowing a wave of relief to wash over the shrunken man. However, instead of turning to look at him, Brooke simply reached a hand behind her back, lifting her leg slightly as she gently picked her wedgie, causing her massive cheeks to jiggle in response to the surgical removal of the bunched up fabric.
“Oh, I’m a bitch? – That’s just me, don’t give a shit.
Pick a fight, put me on blast? –Don’t give a fuck, eat my ass!”
Ryan, rolled his eyes as Brooke began leaning against the kitchen counter, keeping her back turned to him as she began to sing along to the music that he now realized was playing in her ears. “God I hate that fucking song.” He muttered, adding this particular experience to the mounting list of reasons that he hated “FMB” by $tr3tch.
Still nude, Ryan pressed onward, hoping to get a bit more elevation in an effort to catch Brooke’s attention so he could get some goddamn clothes. He began to cross the kitchen floor, making his way towards the shiny metal ladder that would lead him back up onto the kitchen island and right into Brooke’s line of sight. As he carefully made his way across the wide open plains his mother’s kitchen, Ryan’s towering sister suddenly pushed off of the countertop, walking back across his path where she stopped in front of the refrigerator. Evidently she was making dinner because before Ryan had made it three quarters of the way across the floor, Brooke had already amassed a large pile of fresh ingredients that she was now piling up on the counter.
“Jesus Christ Brooke, just look down sometimes.” Ryan bemoaned, stumbling slightly as his sister’s massive foot landed much closer to his body than he was comfortable with. When he finally reached the base of the ladder, Ryan paused for a moment, nervous about the fact that Brooke’s massive heel was positioned right next to the ladder, only a quick step away from standing right where he would need to be in order to start climbing. The tiny man turned his attention skyward, trying to gauge where the titan was going next, only to find that Brooke's enormous ass was now careening straight for him.
“BROOOOOKKKKEEEEE!!!!!” He screeched, pointlessly covering his face with his arms as he awaited the impact of his sister’s mountain sized cheeks. However, the impact never came. Ryan peeked through his fingers to find that instead of parking her enormous rear end right on top of him, Brooke’s butt was now hovering just above him, bouncing rhythmically to her humming as she searched through the lower cabinets; eventually coming up with a colander that she proceeded to use to begin washing some lettuce. Ryan took a moment to collect himself, trying to rid himself of the mental imagery of being squashed by his little sister’s massive ass.
Suddenly the sound of keys rattling within a doorknob preceded the sound of the front door swinging wide open. Not expecting the sudden reaction from his massive sister, Ryan did the only thing that he could as she spun around and began walking towards the front door; he began sprinting in the opposite direction, not wanting to to wind up a stain on her foot any more than he wanted to be a splotch on her ass.
“Oh, hey Mom.” Brooke said, peeking around the corner to find her mother in the process of hanging her jacket by the door.
“Hello sweetheart. How’re you doing?”
“Good, just making some dinner. Was gonna have a chicken caesar wrap.” Brooke had already begun making her way back into the kitchen, still not spotting Ryan down on the floor. Once again the tiny man had to roll out of the path of his colossal sister’s foot as she returned to her kitchen workstation.
“Fuck me…. OH FUCK ME!” Ryan stammered, barely having recovered from dodging Brooke’s foot before he rolled onto his back to find the equally vast sole of his mother’s high heel now heading straight for him. Even less interested in being trampled underfoot by his mother, Ryan frantically rolled to the side, avoiding being squashed by mere inches as the impact of her massive shoe tossed his tiny body several feet away.
“Mmm, that sounds good. Would you mind making me one?” Natalie asked, standing behind her daughter in the kitchen as she began to take out her earrings. Ryan laid flat on his back, trying to let his heart rate come back down from the thrill of dodging bus sized feet. Unfortunately for him, however, Ryan now found himself staring directly up his monumental mother’s skirt. He couldn’t help but notice the sight of her powder blue thong disappearing into the cleft of her bulbous ass cheeks, thoroughly putting a damper on his mood.
“Sure Mom. Busy day?” Brooke asked, looking back over her shoulder.
“Incredibly. And yet I feel like nothing got done. I spent all day putting out fires.” Natalie said, venting about the often-times hectic nature of her work. “I’ve got to drive out to Lexington tonight, so I won’t be here for breakfast tomorrow.”
“No worries, I'll be fine.” Brooke said, more than capable of looking out for herself at this point. Natalie stepped forward, leaning down to give her daughter a kiss on the cheek.
“Thanks sweetheart. How was school today?”
“It was fine. Pretty boring stuff, per usual.” Brooke complained, as she often did. Natalie chuckled, reaching over her shoulder to pluck a crouton off of a plate to pop it into her mouth.
“Hang in there sweetheart. Soon enough you’ll be off to school, having fun, meeting new friends, making good choices….” Natalie smirked, gently squeezing her daughter in a light hug that caused the younger woman to squirm in embarrassment. Ryan felt slightly saddened by the wholesome display, trying to think back to a time when his relationship with Natalie had been like that.
“Oh, shoot, I almost forgot! Did you get your brother?” Natalie asked, standing up straight.
“Yup, he’s in his little apartment on your dresser.” Brooke said, keeping her focus on the food in front of her.
“Tsk… apartment.” Natalie scoffed condescendingly. There it is. Ryan thought to himself. There was the Natalie that he was accustomed to. With one last kiss on her daughter’s cheek, Natalie turned and began exiting the kitchen, mercifully walking away from where Ryan was busy trying to catch his breath. After about a minute had passed, the sound of Natalie’s voice could be heard shouting from her bedroom.
“Brooke…. Ryan isn’t in here. Where is he?” Brooke turned towards her mother’s room, still failing to just look down where a shrunken person might reasonably find themselves.
“He was there when I left him like ten minutes ago.” Brooke shouted back in typical snarky teenager fashion. Moments later, the telltale clicking of high heels against hardwood could be heard returning towards the kitchen, each sharp clack drowning out Ryan’s voice as he attempted to get the attention of his titanic sister before his mother could get a chance to find him.
“Are you telling me that he ran off? And how did he accomplish that?” Natalie asked sternly. Brooke let out a heavy, irritated sigh, already overburdened with being given the slightest amount of responsibility over her shrunken brother.
“I don’t know Mom, I guess. I put up those little ladders so he could get around. I guess–”
“Uh-uh. I said no, I don’t want those hideous ladders all over my house.” Natalie protested, her voice growing more irritated with each passing moment. “I want you to take them all down.” Brooke rolled her eyes with her back turned to her mom.
“Ugh fine. I’ll do it after I eat.” She said, tossing a large heap of lettuce in a bowl with chicken and a heavy helping of caesar dressing. Natalie huffed loudly and began to walk back towards her room when finally, she looked down towards the floor, her eyes sweeping across the room like an eagle searching for her prey. Out of pure instinct, Ryan slipped behind the legs of one of the kitchen stools, his heart beginning to race. He had no clue why the hell he was hiding from his mother. Granted, they had their issues, now more than ever, but he didn’t really think that she would hurt him… did he?
“Ryan?” Unfortunately the tiny man hadn’t moved quite fast enough and since she didn’t expect to find any wild rodents or insects inside her immaculately kept home, Natalie had to assume that the thing she saw scurrying across the floor was her shrunken son. However, Ryan remained in hiding, hoping that she was perhaps a bit uncertain about what she had seen. “Ryan, I know you’re hiding. Come out this instant.” The giantess demanded, her foot tapping impatiently against the cool tile floor. Begrudgingly the tiny man accepted that the jig was up, slowly walking out into the open where he could face the disapproving glare of his overbearing mother.
“Ryan, what are you doing on the floor? You could’ve been stepped on.” Though he was relieved that people at least knew where he was now, he still would’ve preferred if Natalie was not one of those people.
“I was trying to find Brooke so that I cou–” Before he could finish, Natalie reached down, scoping Ryan off of the floor without a second thought before bringing him up to her face.
“I don’t want you walking around on the floor anymore. The last thing I need is to rush you to the hospital because someone stepped on you.” She snapped. “I don’t want to have to run you to the clinic because you got stepped on during your first day home. Especially after that whole ordeal with that parasite in the waiting room.”
“How am I supposed to–” This time, Ryan let out a small shriek of frustration as he was once again interrupted.
“What happened at the clinic?” Brooke asked, evidently having not heard about her mother’s accidental buttcrushing.
“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” Natalie snapped, shooting her daughter a firm stare that caused the young blonde to roll her eyes in annoyance. Turning back to look at her tiny son, Natalie’s face then contorted into an expression of confusion and disapproval as she studied his naked form.
“And why are you naked? Your sister’s in the house. That’s totally inappropriate.” At least they could agree on that much.
“Well, Brooke said that she had clothes for me and I was–”
“Oh, they’re in one of my bags. I forgot to give them to him.” Brooke admitted, once again preventing her brother from being able to speak for himself. Ryan found himself being whisked through the air before he was abruptly dropped into Brooke’s open palm.
“Well go and get him dressed. I don’t want him streaking around the house.” Natalie said, speaking about her son like he was some sort of pet.
“Fine, just let me finish wrapping this–” This time, it was Brooke’s turn to be interrupted.
“I said, now young lady.” Natalie snapped, causing Brooke to angrily stomp her foot in frustration.
“Fine!” The young blonde huffed, walking out of the kitchen towards her bedroom with her brother in hand. When they arrived in the highschooler’s bedroom, Ryan realized that it was his first time seeing her room in probably over a year. The floor was littered with dirty clothes, shoes and socks and underwear scattered about like a bomb had gone off. As the blonde haired titan casually tossed him down onto the forest green bedspread, he landed amongst even more haphazardly scattered clothing, much of which he was certain was not clean.
“I know it's in one of these bags.” Brooke muttered to herself, leaning down to pick up a large purple duffle off of the floor. Much to his chagrin, Ryan found himself once again staring at her massive, peachy rear end. Why did the women in his life have to have such nice butts? Ryan thought to himself. He even became so entranced in thought that he failed to realize that Brooke’s large butt was now in motion and it was headed straight for him.
“BR–”
Once again Ryan was cut off before he could speak, though this time, it wasn’t his mother’s condescending voice that interrupted him, but rather a mountain of soft, warm butt flesh that dropped down like a meteor. This was it, exactly the thing he had been dreading most about being home alone with Brooke; Ryan was pinned down, firmly wedged into the crack of his sister’s ass, completely undetected by the hapless giantess. And this was his conundrum; on one hand, Ryan desperately wanted to get his sister to move. Each and every breath that he took, he was picking up faint whiffs of the distinct smell that he now knew to be giantess ass. However, since she was freshly showered and wearing a fresh pair of shorts, he wondered whether it was worth it to remain still and avoid letting her find out that she had managed to squish him with just her gigantic butt. Just picturing the look on her face when she found at that he had gotten stuck in her asscrack was almost worse than any other outcome he could imagine.
Guuuuurrrrggglle
Almost. Ryan heard the distant sound of Brooke’s tummy working to process whatever post training protein boost she had consumed before picking him up today and he recalled the humiliating experience of being subjected to one of her noxious releases, point blank. That memory alone was enough to stir the tiny man into action.
“There it is. Alright, you’ve got lots to choose from. Ryan? Ryan?” Brooke looked across her bed, certain that she had just set her tiny brother down there. How could he have possibly ran off in the two minutes that it took her to fetch his clothes? Just then, the titanic volleyball player felt a tiny tickle coming from in between her ass cheeks. Confused, she leaned to the side, reaching a hand down to retrieve what turned out to be a squirming Ryan between two fingers. The giantess stared at him for a moment before her face broke into an unamused scowl.
“Oh you little fucking perv.” She said, clearly irritated as she hoisted Ryan up by the ankle.
“Why don’t you look where you’re sitting?” Ryan shouted, frustration evident in his voice.
“Why don’t you look where I’m sitting?” She quipped back, her lip beginning to twitch, as she began to consider how best to handle her brother repeatedly crossing her boundaries. “You’d think that someone like you would be eager to not be standing wherever my ass is going to be.” Ryan threw up his arms. How the hell was this on him?
“Brooke, I’m only three inches tall.” Ryan argued, implying that the responsibility was on her not to crush people like him with her enormous ass. However, she didn’t seem to see it that way.
“Exactly, you’re tiny. You should be looking out for big people like me who could accidentally kill you without realizing it. I mean, my butt is bigger than that little house of yours so it shouldn't be hard to spot.” Ryan had to thank his lucky stars that Brook was currently holding him upside down by his ankle, otherwise he feared that she would’ve spotted his erection as they continued to talk about her big butt. “Like, do you want to get stuck up my butt? Cuz I promise that you’ll regret it.” She said with a sneer, tossing Ryan back onto her mattress. He prepared to continue arguing with her, hoping to help her understand that she was beginning to tread down the same path that had ostracized him from their mother, but before he could, Brooke’s phone rang again. The giantess lifted the phone to her ear, no longer participating in the conversation with her tiny brother.
“Hey Soph…” Ryan tried to listen in on the other side of the conversation, but found it impossible to hear what they were saying.
“No, I’m done with that.”
“Yeah.”
“No, my mom’s heading out of town tonight. We should totally go out.”
“Oh my god, do you want to? Call Maddie and see if she wants to go to Halo.”
Ryan tilted his head. He knew Halo. It was a club out in downtown. Specifically a 21 and up club. Definitely not somewhere that he wanted to see his little sister spending her time.
“Totally. She’ll be gone in like… a half hour.”
“Okay, I’ll text you in a bit. Byeeee.”
Brooke ended the call, dropping the phone away from her ear. Ryan considered for a moment, keeping his mouth shut. However, as much of a pain in the ass (Okay, poor choice of words) as she could be, Ryan didn’t want Brooke putting herself in danger by heading out to some sleazy nightclub.
“Brooke, you’re not old enough to get into Halo.” He said, reminding her of information that she already knew. The giantess turned to scowl down at him, quickly scooping him off of the bed and holding him in a closed fist.
“I don’t need you telling me how fucking old I am.” She said firmly, squeezing her fist around his tiny body. “And I don’t need you ratting me out to Mom either. Don’t forget, I’ve still got that little video of you kissing my ass. If you don’t want that online, then you need to keep your mouth shut.” The giantess smirked, moving her fist back around towards her butt. Ryan winced as his face was forcefully pressed into the soft flesh of her round buttcheek.
“And that’s not even mentioning all the ways I could pay you back while you’re stuck here with me.” Brooke pulled her brother away from her butt, bringing him back towards her face. “Now, are you gonna behave?” Ryan hated being condescended to by a goddamn eighteen year old, however, when she showcased both an ability and a willingness to torment him with her monstrous ass, he really didn’t have any choice but to agree. Not wanting to die on this particular hill, Ryan nodded his head quietly.
“Good. Now, let's go.” Brooke said, carrying Ryan out of her room and back into Natalie’s room where she set him down on the dresser, handing over a small plastic satchel of miniature clothes before she spun on her heels and exited the room.