Ryan sat on the edge of his mother’s dresser, quietly watching as his titanic mother scurried about the room, stuffing various outfits into her suitcase. Based on what she had said during her conversation with Brooke, Ryan assumed that she would only be gone for the night, that she would return at some point tomorrow. However, anyone watching her pack her bag would think that she was departing on a two week vacation in a foreign country. Natalie had always been an overpacker, bringing along more than twice the amount of clothes she would need for a given trip was pretty par for the course for the headstrong tech company executive. Ryan figured that it probably had something to do with her intense desire for absolute control over every situation. Almost as if she believed that having an extra pair of pants was the only way to avoid spilling her coffee.
The three inch man felt his breath catch in his chest for a moment when Natalie spun on her heels and began staring at him, almost as though she had heard him thinking. Wordlessly the imposing titaness began walking towards him, her face stern and unyielding. The dresser upon which Ryan was quietly stationed came up to about the height of his mother’s stomach, forcing him to crane his neck to look up past her hefty chest to meet with her imposing gaze. Ryan watched her dig around in the drawer for a moment, casually removing a handful of clean underwear before slamming the drawer shut. Natalie set the underwear down on top of the dresser, drawing Ryan’s attention as she knelt down to go digging her way through a lower drawer. As his mother’s head dipped just below the top of the armoire, Ryan eyed the three pairs of panties cautiously. The pair right on top, the dark red pair, was a bit frillier than Ryan would’ve imagined his mother to be wearing. It wasn’t as though it was lingerie or anything scandalous like that, but still… even though he knew that she was a normal woman like any other, Ryan really didn’t like to think of his Mom as a sexual being in any way. Finally Natalie stood back up, clutching a small black bag in her hand that she set gently beside her clean underwear.
“I feel like one of those rednecks with an ever growing collection of junk in my front yard.” Ryan quipped, nodding towards the pile of underwear and the mysterious black satchel that might as well have been a beat up camper and a run down Pontiac sitting up on cinder blocks. Natalie shifted her gaze to Ryan, letting out a soft, amused chuckle as her lips curled up into the faintest hint of a smile. The giantess rolled her eyes and shook her head, showing the most positive attitude toward her shrunken son since the moment Amanda had first revealed him to her.
“The homeowners association isn’t going to be happy.” She replied dryly. Ryan chuckled slightly, beginning to think of a retort, but once he watched Natalie turn on her heels and begin walking off towards the master bathroom, he simply let the conversation go.
“Good to know she’s still capable of laughter.” Ryan muttered to himself. Why the hell wasn’t she capable of acting like that more often? It wasn’t much, but that singular moment of pleasant camaraderie was such a stark contrast to every other interaction he had shared with her so far that he couldn’t help but take it personally. After all, he had watched her act sweet with Brooke, right up until it came to the topic of respecting his autonomy, then she was right back to being the frigid ice queen that he had come to know in recent months. Why the hell did she feel the need to treat him like this?
Feeling an intense anger beginning to well up inside of him, Ryan walked over to the short stack of undergarments that his mother had placed atop the dresser. He hated feeling this way, feeling… helpless; unable to stand up for himself. He placed his foot on the rear of the pantie pile. Natalie had left them so close to the edge, it wasn’t his fault that they slipped off. They just… fell. Ryan could hardly contain his grin, pushing his foot deeper into the soft fabric of his mother’s underwear, slowly working it closer to the edge of the dresser. Suddenly, just as he anticipated, the underwear began to slowly slide forward of their own accord, pulled by the forces of gravity; slowly at first, but with increasing speed as more weight shifted into free fall.
“What the… oh shiiittttttt!” Ryan realized too late that his foot had become lodged within the intricately knit lace of the lightweight garment. “HEELLLLPPPPP!” Ryan screeched as he was pulled over the edge of the dresser, plummeting down towards the floor at a terrifying speed.
THUMP
Mercilessly, Ryan’s fall was cushioned by the soft padding of Natalie’s panties. Letting out a gracious sigh of relief, Ryan slumped back, taking a moment to let his heart rate come down. Mentally he began to kick himself for being so goddamned childish. Push her underwear off the dresser, really? What kind of idiotic ploy for revenge was that? Plus, now he was on the floor with the goddamn underwear, so he was going to have to figure out how to explain that to Natalie when she returned from the bathroom. He figured he could sell the story of them slipping off the edge of the dresser, but now it looked pretty obvious that he had been the one to push them onto the floor. Maybe he could try to say that he saw them slipping and tried to intervene. Not that Natalie would appreciate any sort of effort he put into trying to be helpful, but it might make him look like less of a mischievous shithead.
“Hmph… what the hell?” As Ryan attempted to stand up from the pile of panties, only to find that his arm felt ensnared in something. Confused as to how he managed to get stuck, Ryan tried to roll over, hoping to get a bit more leverage on the snare that had his arm pinned down. However, as he tried to roll over, the tiny man found that his other arm was also tied down. “What the fuck?” Ryan began to yank hard on his appendages, trying to free himself from the twisting vines of thread that made up the lacey pattern of Natalie’s underwear.
GRRRRRRUUUUSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHH
Ryan felt his blood run cold as the sound of a toilet flushing could be heard from the ensuite bathroom.
“Fuck… fuck fuck fuck fuck. This isn’t real… this isn’t happening.” Ryan began to panic as he heard the sink come on in the other room. This had to be one of these bizarre recurring nightmares. It just had to be. He pulled hard on his arms and legs, pain flaring up as he frantically tried to release himself from the bindings. Why the hell wasn’t he waking up? This couldn’t be fucking happening!
THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP
Emerging from the bathroom, a now scantily dressed Natalie began to stomp her way across the room, carrying her work outfit in her arms over to the hamper in her closet. As the giantess stepped past the dresser, Ryan couldn’t help but stare at her thong as it disappeared between her heavy cheeks. Like hell he was going to experience the same goddamn fate. He didn’t care what it looked like, Ryan needed to get her attention right fucking now.
“MMMMPH! MMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHHH!” As Ryan attempted to scream, he found that his mouth was now filled with the very same cords that held his limbs firmly in place. Unable to move or scream thanks to the seemingly sentient threads of this cursed bit of clothing, Ryan tried to take solace in the revelation that this was in fact, just another nightmare. However, as Natalie discarded her clothing in the hamper, the tiny, trapped man was washed over by an overwhelming sense of dread.
Pausing as she turned away from the clothes basket, Natalie shrugged her shoulders and began to wiggle her way out of the thong that she had been wearing all day. The mammoth blonde casually tossed the garment in with the rest of her dirty clothes, finally turning her attention over to the small pile where Ryan was helplessly trapped amongst her clean undies.
“Tsk…ughhhhh.” Natalie let out a long sigh and rolled her eyes as she began to stomp her way over to Ryan’s soft cotton prison. This was perhaps the first time ever that Ryan was relieved to be the target of his mother’s ire, since acknowledgement was infinitely better than the alternative. “Goddammit.” The giantess said, her large feet stopping just shy of where Ryan was helplessly constrained. The shrunken man waited helplessly, staring up towards the towering nude form of his titanic mother. Unable to scream, Ryan groaned quietly into his gag as Natalie crouched down to collect her undergarments from the floor.
“Such a hassle…” Natalie muttered, strutting over to her bed. Ryan was carelessly discarded onto the mattress, landing beside another pile of clothing; nice blouses and tight fitting pants. Much less of the formal attire she typically wore to the office, and more practical clothing for when she needed to employ a bit more “hands-on” problem solving. One after another her clothing was neatly packed away into her suitcase, leaving nothing on the bed but a t-shirt, some comfy sweaty pants, and the pile of underwear that was piled atop Ryan. Hearing another sigh from his mother, the shrunken man felt a weight lifted off of him as Natalie tossed the last of her underwear into the suitcase, however, Ryan remained on the bed.
As Natalie began to close up her suitcase, it was not lost on Ryan why he remained outside of her luggage, though despite his desperate struggles, the tiny man couldn’t move his body a single inch. Frantically hoping that his gigantic mother would notice him before the inevitable happen, Ryan squirmed against his binding as he was lowered towards the ground, watching in abject horror as his mother’s pillar-like legs stepped into the holes on either side of him.
“MMMMMMHHHPHHHHH MMMMMMMMM!” His muffled screams made no impact upon his ascent as Ryan was slowly dragged higher and higher, up towards the massive crevice between the giantess’ pale moons. Intense heat and odor began to overwhelm the shrunken man as he was poised just at the edge of her terrifying crack.
“Hmph… pathetic…” Was the last thing that Ryan heard before he was unceremoniously catapulted forward into the abyss.
…
“Ryan… Ryan!” The sharp sound of Natalie’s voice snapped him back to reality, shattering the illusion of his nightmare and revealing him to be standing back on top of the dresser. Ryan gasped, struggling not to double over to catch his breath. Natalie’s firm, unamused gaze trained on him as she stood before the dresser. Raising an eyebrow at her son’s odd behavior, the giantess leaned forward, inspecting him more closely as he struggled to recover.
“Ryan, why is my underwear on the floor?” She asked, her eyes narrowed in accusation.
“Uhhh, well…” Ryan stammered slightly as he began to speak. Having evidently stripped out of her professional blouse, the giantess’ impressive bust loomed directly over Ryan’s head as she leaned down to study him. “They slid off. You set them too close to the edge.” He lied, trying to get his heart rate under control. “I tried to grab them, but they started to pull me off, and I didn’t want to go flying. I’m too small to do anything, anyways.”
After a brief, tense pause, Natalie rolled her eyes and knelt down to collect her undergarments, turning her back to Ryan without a word as she went about packing her bag. Struggling to push the horrifying nightmare he had just experienced from his mind, Ryan sat quietly unable to keep his eyes off of the giant as she moved about the room, ogling her large round bum despite the horrors it had nearly inflicted upon him within his dream. Only once the titaness began to strip out of her skirt did Ryan finally turn his back, trotting back inside of his miniature house where he could sit quietly and stare at the wall.
“Ryan… come out here.” Natalie called out, reminding him of when he was a kid; that sinking feeling in his stomach that would come when he didn’t know whether or not he was about to get in trouble. Letting out a long, heavy sigh, Ryan slowly rose from his tiny couch and meandered outside, carefully peering around the doorframe to find his mother sitting on the bed in a comfy looking pair of sweatpants and nothing but her overworked brassiere to contain her heavy mammaries. She kept one foot up in her lap, pulling on a clean, white and grey sock before moving on to the other foot, only then rising from the mattress to stand face to navel with her miniscule son.
“Alright, I should be back sometime tomorrow afternoon, but while I’m gone your sister is in charge. So if she tells you to do something, I expect you to do it.” Natalie said firmly. Unsurprising to the matronly goliath, Ryan rolled his eyes and began to argue.
“Mom, we’re both adults and we’re going to be here in the house. We don’t need someone to be in charge.”
“On the contrary…” Natalie said, lifting one hand and pointing a long, manicured finger in Ryan’s direction. No longer surprised by her assertive, condescending demeanor, Ryan braced himself for impact just in time for his mother to reach forward and poke him in the chest. The impact easily knocked Ryan down onto his ass, seeming to reinforce whatever point it was that the giant was trying to make. “I need someone to look after you, my tiny son. As we just discussed a moment ago, you’re simply too small.” There was an unmistakable sneer to those final words as Natalie peered down at the shrunken man. Ryan once again felt the argument welling up inside of him, however, experience told him that he would be better served just letting her have this little triumph if it would get her out of the house just a bit sooner.
Seeing that there was no snarky comment or passionate argument coming her way, Natalie let out a scoff with a satisfied smirk. “And with that being said, I won’t have these…” The large woman reached over to the side of the dresser and wrapped her fingers around the shiny metal ladder that was fastened to the side.
“Wait!”
SNAP
“Cluttering up my house.” Natalie finished, pulling the ladder free with a single loud pop. Ryan felt deflated. She couldn’t even give him the ability to move about the house on his own?
“So what, I’m just a prisoner up here?” He asked, unable to contain his frustration. Again Natalie just brushed off his concerns, shrugging her shoulders as she walked over to her vanity and collected a handful of items before returning to her irritated son.
“You can choose to see it that way if you want, I think of it more as keeping you out of trouble.” She remarked, setting down a large hairbrush and a fistful of makeup sponges on top of the dresser. “And since boredom leads to trouble, I’m going to give you some chores. And since you can’t do too much of anything useful around here, you’re going to have the hair cleaned out of this brush and the makeup washed out of these sponges before I get home.”
Ryan winced in disgust, cautiously eyeing the tangled mess of stray hairs woven between the teeth of her massive, car sized hairbrush. “Jesus mom, that’s disgusting.” He groaned, but she quickly cut him off.
“I don’t want to hear it. You’ll get it done, or I’m going to find something for you to do that you really won’t like.” Ryan gritted his teeth at the threat. There really wasn’t anything that he could do in this situation. Arguing certainly wasn’t going to get him anywhere and he didn’t doubt his mother’s ability to find something even more degrading for him to do if he didn’t comply.
“This is so fucked up.” He muttered, struggling to keep his emotions in check as he was once again forced to face his own helplessness. Natalie narrowed her eyes at his profanity, the muscles in her face twitching at his continued defiance to her authority. The titan placed her hands on her hips, leaning forward to loom over her miniscule son in an attempt to clarify her superior position. And unfortunately for Ryan, he couldn’t deny the effectiveness of this simple intimidation tactic. Trapped within her shadow, Ryan could feel himself reflexively shrinking in stature as his mother’s massive chest blocked out the sky above him.
“Watch your language. I don’t want to keep telling you that.” She snapped sharply. “And while you’re here, you’re going to pull your weight and contribute. I won’t tolerate you simply sitting around doing nothing all day.” There is another tense moment of silence as Ryan desperately bit down on his own tongue to avoid letting loose a slew of profanity that would only serve to make his situation that much worse. Thankfully, Natalie seemed to be in enough of a hurry to get on the road that she did not linger long to denigrate him further. Without hearing any further complaints from her miniature son, Natalie crouched down to begin digging through her dresser again. After a moment of searching the giant woman stood up and pulled on a simple looking sweatshirt, finally covering herself before she spun around and collected her suitcase off the bed before she strolled out of the room, not even bothering to say goodbye as she closed her bedroom door behind her.
Ryan sat quietly on his front porch for about a half hour, fuming internally as he stared at the massive pile of trash on his front lawn. Just upon a visual inspection, Ryan knew that clearing the hair out of his mother’s hairbrush was going to take a good long while to accomplish the task set out before him. And yet, he remained stubbornly resistant to getting a head start on the mission. Instead he spent his precious time angrily and nervously thinking about what “chores” Natalie might have in store for him if he failed to yield to her will. Immediately his mind was filled with several humiliating and downright dangerous punishments. But no matter how nervous he was about his mother’s unbalanced demeanor, Ryan’s pride made it impossible for him to submit to this ridiculous assignment.
“Yeah… she just left. I’m gonna start getting dressed…” Ryan could hear Brooke’s voice through the door. Suddenly his focus was drawn away from the degrading task of cleaning the hairbrush, refocused on the fact that his baby sister was planning on sneaking out to go clubbing with her friends. He patted his pockets, quickly remembering that his new phone was still stuck in the bathroom with his other clothes.
“Goddammit.” He muttered. So typical of his mother to go out of her way to punish him for his size while simultaneously ignoring her rebellious teenage daughter who was currently planning to sneak out and go clubbing. But despite the fact that everyone in this house had made it clear that they didn’t respect him anymore, the tiny man still felt an obligation to try and stop his sister from putting herself in a dangerous situation.
Having been stranded on more than one elevated surface before, Ryan immediately set about searching for a power cable to help him safely descend towards the floor. As expected, his miniature house had a long black cord that spilled over the back of the dresser, leading almost the entire way down to the ground. It was similar in height to Amanda’s desk back home, though he still didn’t find himself enticed into jumping down onto the hardwood floor from here.
Suddenly a flash of inspiration hit, causing Ryan to quickly dash into his new bedroom. Still wrapped around his bed, adhering the bed to the wall, likely to keep it from sliding around the room while it was in motion, was a long black twist tie. It took a bit of effort to get his hands back to where he could begin untying the loop so he could free up the plastic twist tie. Returning outside, Ryan wrapped the tie around his back, twisting it around like a belt before using the remaining slack to tie himself to his habitat’s power cable.
To his surprise, Ryan’s makeshift rappel equipment functions incredibly well; allowing him to slowly and carefully descend to the floor without incident. Once he reached the outlet, the miniature mountain climber only had to contend with the short free fall from the plug to the floor before he stood up, dusted himself off and began walking towards the door. The trek across the house was uneventful, if not a bit tedious. Ryan decided to keep his twist tie utility belt wrapped around his chest like a bandolier; given the fact that reduced life came with a whole new host of challenges, it was probably a good idea to consider how mundane items might provide new benefits to him.
After a few minutes of walking, Ryan finally entered the hallway that led towards the kids bedrooms. Just as he began walking down the hallway, the bathroom door loudly swung open.
“Yeah, I’m almost ready… okay. Yeah… bye.” Ryan began to jump and shout as Brooke emerged from the bathroom, cell phone pressed to her ear as she quickly took two steps across the hallway before disappearing into her bedroom and shutting the door with a loud click.
“Goddammit.” Ryan muttered softly. Letting out a heavy sigh as he resumed his journey, adding nearly another ten minutes to his walk before he finally arrived at the massive obelisk that granted his moody teenage sister her highly valued privacy. Knowing better than to invade her space uninvited, especially when he knew what an uphill battle it was going to be to try and convince her to change her evening plans. He paused for a moment, listening through the gap at the bottom of the door. Not hearing any loud music or continued chatter on the phone, Ryan raised a hand and rapped his tiny fist against the door several times, swinging harder and harder until he felt satisfied with the volume of the knock.
“Ryan? Is that you?” Brooke’s voice called out from the other side of the door.
“Yeah… can I come in?” He shouted back, getting a loud chuckle in response.
“I’m not sure, can you?” She asked back, less interested in correcting his grammar and more genuinely curious as to whether or not he was physically capable of making his way inside on his own. However, after a few moments of labored crawling, Ryan appeared underneath her door, causing Brooke to to furrow her brow as she made a mental note to find something to block the bottom of her door with. As he entered the room, Ryan took a quick scan of his surroundings, but quickly came to regret that decision when he caught an eyeful of his sister’s round, bubbly butt moments before she shimmied the hem of a ridiculously form fitting dress just below the curve of her cheeks. “What’s up?”
“Well… I wanted to talk to you about tonight.” Ryan said, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably as Brooke continued to tend to her appearance, jiggling her top in the mirror until she was satisfied that her tits were sitting just perfectly. “Listen, I know you’re young and eager to do dumb shit with your friends, but I really, really don’t think it’s a good idea to go to Halo tonight.” Ryan pushed on, trying to get his whole pitch out before Brooke could get a chance to shut him down. “I know that you’re an adult now, but still, it's just a risk that you really don’t need to be taking. Maybe we could hang out tonight, just the two of us. We could watch a movie, pop some popcorn, just have fun like we used to.”
Brooke let out a soft chuckle as she pulled the chair out from her vanity desk, taking a seat as she began to assemble a line of different beauty products in front of her.
“Sorry Squirt, no can do.” She said, staring into the mirror as she began doctoring up her face. “Mom’s gone for the night so I’m not gonna pass up the chance to go out without getting a check in text every five minutes or getting harassed about curfew.”
“Well, I mean… you do have school tomorrow. Should you really be staying out late?” He asked, trying to avoid coming off as hostile. But this only made Brooke roll her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh.
“Now you sound like mom.” She replied, a hint of annoyance in her voice. “When did you stop being fun?”
“Well, believe it or not, after you’ve made some stupid decisions, it becomes a bit easier to recognize when someone else is making one.” Ryan replied.
“Yeah, well, I want to make my own decisions, so get off my back.” She said firmly.
“Well, what if the school calls mom when you don’t show up tomorrow because you’re too tired, or hungover, or whatever?” He pressed, walking across the floor on approach towards his titanic sister.
“I’ll just call them in the morning and pretend to be mom, tell them that I’m sick. Wouldn’t be the first time.” Brooke admitted, applying a bit of mascara to her long eyelashes. Ryan opened his mouth to reply, but paused for a moment. He wondered where his sweet little buck toothed sister had gone; when had she been replaced by this confident, headstrong woman? Before he could regain his composure, Brooke slid her chair back, rising up to her full height as she struck a quick pose for her tiny brother.
“So… how do I look?” She asked, smirking brazenly down at the miniature man as her bare toes lightly drummed on the hardwood floor.
“Oh… you look… uhhhh….” Ryan struggled to find the right words, as his eyes crawled up the length of Brooke’s long, muscular legs. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to truly be searching for an answer, as rather than waiting for him to respond, Brooke let out a slight chuckle before stepping over her tiny brother on her way to the closet.
“That was rhetorical you dork. I look fucking hot.” She said confidently. Ryan quickly averted his gaze as the giantess passed overhead, though not before he got a quick look up her painfully short skirt, where a triangle of thin pink fabric struggled to cover her genitals before disappearing into the canyon between her heavy round cheeks.
“Uhhh, Brooke? Don’t you think that’s a bit…” He struggled to find the right word; one that would get his point across without offending the giantess. However, it seemed that Brooke was already three steps ahead of him.
“Slutty? Yeah… that’s the point.” She said, bending down to retrieve a pair of high heeled shoes from her closet before standing back up and adjusting the hem of her dress. “The sluttier we look, the more drinks I get from horny weirdos.”
“Brooke… that’s not a good idea. Some guys can get nasty when they feel like they’re being used.” Ryan explained, having known friends with countless stories about horny assholes getting aggressive after buying them a drink. But Brooke didn’t seem to take this in the informative nature that it was intended.
“Don’t put the responsibility of your gender’s bullshit expectations on my fucking shoulders. Buying me a drink doesn’t entitle anyone to–”
“No, Brooke, I know, I know. That’s not what I mean. It’s just… it can be dangerous. You don’t know who’s a psycho or not.” Ryan argued, growing more and more nervous about his baby sister putting herself in harm's way.
“Relax Ryan. Jeesh.” Brooke groaned, sitting on the edge of her bed as she slipped her heels onto her feet. “It’s not the first time we’ve done this.” The massive woman let her feet fall to the floor with a loud, resounding click. “You know, Amanda’s told me stories about how you used to cover for her with mom when she snuck out to see her friends or go to her boyfriend’s house.” Brooke stared directly at her tiny brother, her face softening ever so slightly as her lips curled into a gentle frown. “Kinda wish you would do that fun “big brother” stuff for me too.”
Ryan’s heart ached for a moment as he watched his sister’s face dim. Thinking back, he and Amanda had been so close growing up, but Brooke had never really been as close with either of them. Was that her choice, or had they left her behind? God, it made him feel like a dick. “Brooke… I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I don’t really have much of a “big brother” vibe going on these days. I can’t say shit to mom without her treating me like a bug. I can’t punch assholes in the face when they get too handsy. I just… I can’t.”
Seeing the little man slump his shoulders in disappointment, Brooke rolled her eyes and walked over to scoop him off of the floor with a giggle.
“Tsk, awwww. I appreciate you wanting to punch guys in the face for me.” She said with a warm smile, lifting the miniature man to her lips and placing a soft kiss on his miniature head. “But, that being said, Jess is gonna be here in like two minutes so why don’t I put you back in your house, and I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” She said cheerily, carrying Ryan out of her bedroom and towards their mother’s room. As they exited out into the hallway, Ryan peered into the bathroom, seeing the pile of his dirty clothes sitting beside the sink.
“Hey, you mind grabbing my phone? I left it beside the sink after my bath.” Brooke stopped in her tracks, the sudden cessation of movement causing Ryan to lurch forward in her palm.
“Yeah sure.” The giantess replied, walking into the bathroom and collecting the whole pile of Ryan’s discarded outfit between two fingers.
“Thanks, I would’ve gotten it myself but apparently being able to traverse the house on my own isn’t worth the eye sore.” Ryan snipped, not bothering to hide his disdain for Natalie’s arbitrary bullshit. Brooke chuckled as she continued towards the living room.
“Yeah, I’m wondering if I just don’t take them down, will she stop nagging about it?” Ryan shook his head. It was nice that Brooke seemed to be on his side, on this issue at least. But he doubted that Natalie was going to let this slide just because Brooke ignored her requests. Pushing the door to their mother’s bedroom open, Brooke casually deposited her tiny brother on top of the dresser. Just then a pair of headlights shined through the bedroom window, panning across the room in a slow moving arc. Realizing that his window of opportunity was nearly closed, Ryan made one last ditch effort to prevent Brooke from making this decision.
“Brooke, c’mon. Stay here and hang out with me tonight. When was the last time we got to spend some quality time together without mom or Amanda around? Please?” Brooke looked lovingly at her little brother, shaking her head as she gently pressed one finger into his stomach, knocking him onto his butt.
“I’ll catch you later Ry. Don’t wait up!”
SLAM
And just like that, Ryan was alone, once again stranded on top of Natalie’s dresser with no way down. Well… getting down was doable, he thought, adjusting his handy little utility belt. But without a ladder in place, it would be just about impossible to get back up here. And since there wasn’t really anything he needed to do elsewhere in the house, Ryan figured he might as well take some time to relax. Taking some time to get the tiny television in his living room up and running, Ryan spent the next hour or so just relaxing; sending off the occasional text to his “little” sister that went mostly ignored.
“Sup. How was class?” Ryan fired off a quick text to his other sister, figuring he should at least check in with her once before he went to bed tonight.
“Shit! Sorry Ry! I totally forgot to text you!”
“All good. I’m texting you lol.”
“Still, sorry I spaced. Some of my friends wanted to grab dinner after my last class and we all decided to head to Alex’s house after. Just lost track of time.”
“Damn, how did I wind up being the boring one? I gotta get some more friends.”
“?????”
“WYM?”
“Lol nothing, don’t worry about it. Mom had to travel tonight so Brooke snuck out to go hang out with friends tonight. So I’m just hanging out by myself tonight.”
“Oh, sorry to hear that. Want to FT?”
“No I’m good, you get back to your friends. I won’t complain about getting a chance to relax a bit.”
“Lol. I bet. At least Mom is gone…”
“Yeah. One less night having to deal with her bullshit is fine by me. Thanks for splurging on the new digs btw.”
“Haha you should thank Mom, she paid for it lol.”
“Yeah but if she had her way, I would’ve been living in a literal cracker box.”
A few minutes passed with no response before Amanda sent back a series of laughing emoji faces. Ryan chuckled to himself and took the hint, not wanting his sister to miss out any fun with her friends on his behalf.
“Alright, I’ll let you go. Have fun, be safe. I’ll shoot you a text tomorrow. Love ya.”
“Goodnight Ry! Love you too!”
The small man set his phone down and sprawled out on his little couch. He continued to watch television for the next couple of hours, periodically reaching out to check in on Brooke until he eventually began to doze off. When he later awoke to the loud slam of the front door, Ryan nearly jumped off the couch, frantically searching for his phone in the darkness of his mother’s bedroom. The clock on his phone read 12:47am, leading Ryan to assume that Brooke was just now getting home from her night out. He breathed a deep sigh of relief, grateful to learn that she had at least made it home safe. However, with Natalie’s door still open, Ryan was able to quickly ascertain that the hushed, muffled talking and exuberant giggling was being produced by more than just one young woman. Slowly creeping his way out of the house, Ryan stepped out onto Natalie’s dresser and walked closer to the edge, trying to peer through the darkness to get a good look at who had just entered the house.
“Why are you fucking whispering? Your mom’s not home!” A voice suddenly shouted, loudly cutting through the silence of the house. Ryan cocked his head, reaching deep into his mind, he was pretty sure that he recognized that voice.
“Shhhhhhh shut up. My brother’s asleep!” Brooke snapped back, her voice, while more hushed than the other woman, still more than loud enough for Ryan to hear from inside his house. Suddenly the living room light switched on, causing light to spill down the short hallway that led to the master bathroom and allowing Ryan to get his first look at the handful of Brooke’s friends who were now spreading out into the living room. One of the ladies, a tall brunette wearing a short, sparkly silver dress, walked around the side of the couch, her high heels clicking loudly across the floor as she entered Ryan’s cone of vision. Panic overtook the shrunken man as the stranger brushed her hair behind her ear, turning her head ever so slightly so that she was staring right through the open door into Natalie’s bedroom. Acting off of sheer instinct, Ryan dashed backwards into his house, disappearing into the darkness while he silently prayed that he wasn’t seen.
“Your brother’s shrunk right?” Another voice asked from outside of Ryan’s sight. “You should go get him, I wanna see.”
“Me too!”
“Yeah I’ve never seen a reduced person.”
“Wake his ass up!”
“Alright, alright… hang on.” Ryan heard the thumping of footsteps drawing near and began to panic. He immediately considered some of the different places that he could hide, but aside from the closet, nothing really came to mind. Plus, it wasn’t likely that it would take Brooke too long to find him, especially if all of her friends got involved too. And then he’d be left trying to explain why he was trying to hide from a bunch of highschoolers. So instead, he decided to try a different tactic. The shrunken man raced back into his bedroom and threw himself underneath the covers, just as the whole complex shifted jarringly. Outside of the miniature house, Brooke was clumsily turning the structure, trying to get a good vantage point to look inside at Ryan’s bedroom. Ryan kept his back to the window, but as a single massive blue iris appeared, blocking out the entire plastic pane, he could feel the weight of her gaze weighing down on him.
“Ryan…” Her voice came in a restrained whisper. Ryan was confident that it would’ve been loud enough to wake him if he were actually sleeping, but still he feigned unconsciousness.
“RYAN….” She repeated herself a bit louder this time. There was a brief moment of silence as shadows began to dance across the far wall. For a split second, the tiny man was foolish enough to think that the giantess had left him alone. However the sudden rattling of the building’s frame let him know that the giantess was simply getting less subtle in her attempts to rouse him from his slumber.
CRRRAACCCKKKK
The roof of the facility suddenly popped off, granting the young blonde unrestricted access to Ryan’s personal space. Finally, he was left with no choice but to sit up and face they grinning titan.
“Brooke? What’re you doing?” He asked, slowly backing away as the blonde haired titaness approached his bedroom.
“Everybody wants to see you.” She replied plainly, her face now close enough to give Ryan a whiff of her heavy, vodka laden breath.
“What? No… I don’t care, I was asleep. Take your friends and get to bed.” Ryan said, doing his best to sound as though he had just been ripped from his slumber.
“C’mon… It's still early. You’ve got a bunch of hot girls who want to see how cute you are…” She said with a slight giggle, her words slurring ever so slightly.
“Jesus Christ Brooke, how fucking drunk are you?” Ryan shouted, feeling a slight stinging sensation in his eyes from her breath alone. Brooke cracked a wide smile, letting out a loud giggle as she reached out and scooped Ryan into her fist. “HEY! Wait! I said–”
“I’m not drunk, you’re drunk…” She said with a snort. His sister’s gigantic fingers coiled around Ryan’s chest, completely immobilizing him as he was carried out into the living room before being placed down in the center of the coffee table. Ryan landed in the center of the table with a dull thump, rolling over several times and causing him to get wrapped up in his comforter which Brooke hand clumsily pulled off of his bed when she abducted him; a fact that he was now extremely grateful for as five sets of eyes excitedly studying every inch of his tiny form (all three of them.)
Brooke collapsed backwards onto the couch, falling in between two of her friends while another sat down in the recliner. The fifth and final giantess, the same brunette who had unfortunately spotted him standing out in the open, dropped to her knees beside the short table, staring intensely at Ryan’s tiny frame. It was a bit unsettling to have all of these eyes on him, as all four of Brooke’s friends stared down at him with wonder and amazement. As Brooke took off her heels, resting her tired feet on the edge of the coffee table, Ryan was busy taking stock of the giants sitting around the room. Obviously there was Brooke, and he recognized her best friend Jess Domme, since Jess spent practically every other weekend at the Miller’s house as they were all growing up. As for the brunette, Ryan was pretty sure that she was Brooke’s friend Carli Perez, though it had clearly been a while since he had last seen her.
Ryan pulled his blanket up, using it to cover himself as these drunken teenagers leered at him. However, as soon as he covered up, One of them leaned forward and pinned the blanket down on the table with her fingernail.
“What’s the matter little guy, feeling shy?” She asked, curling her finger and yanking the blanket forward out of Ryan’s grip, leaving him standing in nothing but his boxer shorts.
“Goddammit! Knock it off! I don’t see any of you forced to sit here in your underwear!” Ryan shouted, angrily stomping his foot as he tried to reach out and take back the comforter. However, before he could get a good grip on the blanket, the giantess yanked it forward again, keeping it just out of his reach.
“What’s that? You want to get us in our underwear? What a little perv.” One of the girls shouted with a giggle.
“Oh my god, he’s so fucking small.” The shortest of the giants said, leaning forward off of the couch and landing her elbows on the coffee table with a loud thud. Mary… Mary… something. Ryan scoured his memories searching for this one’s name, but unfortunately he was coming up blank. The giggling titaness brushed her curly red locks out of her face, giving Ryan a good look at her clear brown eyes. “He used to be so fucking tall.” She said, giggling as she lowered her face closer to the table. Right now, Ryan desperately wished he still possessed even a fraction of his old height. God he used to tower over both his sisters and all of their friends. Hell, by the time that he was a junior in highschool, Ryan was taller than almost all of his teachers. But now, he was little more than bite sized to any of these gigantic, buzzed giantesses. Acting out of pure instinct, Ryan began to back away from Mary as she began to encroach on his personal space, smiling at him with an unnerving, toothy grin. However, this only served to delight the massive redhead even more.
“Ope, where you going little guy?” Mary asked playfully. Ryan continued to walk backwards, putting up his hands as he looked over to Brooke to see if she was going to intervene. Unfortunately, Brooke just stared at the show unfolding down on the coffee table, doing nothing but wiggling her bare toes against the edge of the table.
“Alright, could you just… back up… Hey! Back–” Ryan began to shout up at Mary, pretending like he had any amount of authority here, when suddenly he bumped into something soft and warm behind him. Turning around, the tiny man found Carli had now shifted around so that her chest, prominently displayed in her low cut silver dress, was now resting on the coffee table.
“Wow, what a perv!” The fifth giantess said, sitting forward as they all watched Ryan bounce off of Carli’s tits.
“Awwww, leave him alone Liz. He’s just having some fun.” Carli cooed, reaching down to gently push Ryan into the soft flesh of her breast. Finally Ryan remembered the last two of Brooke’s friends. Lizz Webb and Mary Anderson. They were the ones on Brooke’s volleyball team. Ryan recalled hearing about the nuclear meltdown that his mother had last year when she caught the two of them with weed during the team’s postseason party here at the house. Ryan didn’t doubt that these two played some role in the trajectory of Brooke’s attitude after she had joined the team. When the pressure from Carli’s finger finally let up, Ryan found himself no longer sitting on the coffee table, but rather sitting right in the giant brunette’s cleavage, looking out at the other smiling face of Brooke’s friends.
“Ugh, quit creeping on my friends you perv.” Brooke giggled as she shook her head. Ryan was about to shout back at her to put a stop to all of this, but out of his peripheral vision he spotted Carli’s massive finger came plummeting down from the sky, pushing Ryan’s head and torso down between her tits. Through the muffling layers of soft, perfumed flesh Ryan could hear the raucous laughter from his sister and her friends as he frantically kicked his legs, trying to gain a bit of traction. Eventually Carli took Ryan’s leg between two of her fingers and gently pulled him out before setting him back down atop her breast.
“Alright, knock it off. If you want to screw my brother, do it on your own time.” Brooke sneered. That made the others laugh, but Ryan could swear that he heard a short, incredibly soft moan reverberate through Carli’s throat.
“What, you don’t wanna play with the little toy?” Liz asked with a smirk. Something about Liz unsettled Ryan. Her eyes carried a certain arrogance that sent a shiver down the tiny man’s spine. Elizabeth ran hand along the side of her head. She wore her dirty blonde hair in an intricate set of multicolored braids that were pulled tight, revealing a tightly shaved sidecut on the right side of her head. As the giantess’ cherry red lips curled up into a sinister smile, her tongue darted out, passing from one side to the other before withdrawing back inside her mouth.
“Eww, he’s my brother… gross.” Brooke’s face contorted into a disgusted grimace at the suggestion.
“Oh my god if my stepdad shrunk, I wouldn’t stop playing with him.” Jess said, biting her lip as she wiggled in her seat.
“Pffft, if Dean shrunk no one would ever see him again.” Brooke scoffed. Jess shrugged her shoulders and kept her eyes locked on Ryan as she began to imagine finding her mom’s husband shrunken down out of the blue.
“Oh my god, he’d be living inside of my sneakers.” Jess could picture it now. Stuffing her foot inside of her smelly converse, feeling Dean’s pathetic fucking squirming underneath her toes as she went about her day treating him like nothing but toe-jam. “He could spend his days under my feet and if he got a bit too uppity, I’d just threaten to eat him. Or sit on him.” When she added that last part, all of the girls let out a chorus of laughter. It wasn’t comforting for Ryan to know just how amusing giant women seemed to find the idea of sitting on their tiny, helpless counterparts.
“I actually sat on Ryan tonight.” Brooke said, causing Ryan’s cheeks to flush red with embarrassment. He really didn’t need any of her friend’s knowing that he had very nearly gotten stuck between her fucking buttcheeks.
“Oh my god, really?”
“Ha, yeah. He was on my bed when I went to sit down and smush. Got wedged right up my buttcrack. Had to pull him out by the feet.” Ryan’s heart dropped as he listened to girls laughing about his time inside Brooke’s behind. Thank god she hadn’t told them about that goddamn video.
“Awwww, poor little guy…” Carli cooed, reaching down to gently stroke the top of Ryan’s head with her finger. “Don’t worry, I won’t let anyone else sit on you.” Mary scoffed at that, grinning at the tiny man sitting on Carli’s chest.
“That just sounds like a challenge.”
“Oh god, here we go…” Jess rolled her eyes, knowing that Mary absolutely loved a challenge. Dollars to doughnuts, Ryan was going to find himself staring up at the plucky redheads cheeks before the night was over.
“Ladies…” Ryan began to pipe up, not feeling comfortable about the direction that the conversation was going. However, his sister stood up from the couch, unamused by everyone fawning over her tiny brother. She placed her foot on the coffee table, pushing it back to create enough space for her to step away from the couch.
“Alright, I’m gonna get changed. Do you guys want to borrow some jammies?” Brooke asked. Mary, Carli and Liz all agreed, each of them standing up to follow Brooke towards her bedroom.
“I’ve got clothes in my car.” Jess said, rising up off of the couch. “Plus a big ass bottle of vodka… y’all wanna keep this party going?” She asked.
“Fuck yeah!”
“Yuppp!”
“For sure.”
“C’mon girls. I think everybody’s had enough. Let’s just call it a night.” Ryan said, definitely not eager to be trapped in a house with five severely inebriated giantesses. However, it seemed as though he was in the minority with that plan as Brooke, Liz and Mary simply laughed him off as they proceeded out of the room. Carli followed shortly behind, moving Ryan off of her cleavage and into her cupped hand.
“Hey, give Ryan here.” Jess said, intercepting Carli on her way out of the living room. However, the tanned brunette cradled Ryan closer to her boob.
“What? No way. He’s mine.”
“He’s yours?” Jess asked, one eyebrow raised in confusion, mirroring Ryan’s own confusion. This seemed to catch Carli off guard, causing her to shake her head and shrug her shoulders, extending one hand out towards Jess.
“Whatever…” Carli said, turning to quickly bound off towards Brooke’s room.
“Weird.” Jess said with a shrug before turning her attention down towards Ryan. Jess was the friend of Brooke’s that he had the most experience with, which made him want to believe that he was the safest in her care, after Brooke at least. However, based on her little rant about turning her stepdad into a living insole, he was a little bit nervous about where he stood with her now.
“So, long time no see little guy.” The giantess said with a smirk. Her plump lips were stained a deep shade of purple that made her ivory white teeth shine that much brighter. A pair of curly strands of silver-lavender colored hair hung on either side of her face; its pale hue a stark contrast to her luminous, copper colored skin.
“Jess. Nice to see you.” Ryan replied politely. The gigantic teenager chuckled, shaking her head as she marveled at her friend’s brother’s new diminished satire.
“Yeah, I bet. How do I look now that you’re bite sized?” She asked, moving her hand away so that Ryan could behold her in all of her youthful glory. It wasn’t as though she wasn’t beautiful. Ryan knew that she was. Just on an objective level, Jess was a gorgeous young woman. However, she was still his kid sister’s best friend and little more than a big ol’ brat in his eyes.
“Like the same girl who peed her pants at Duncan F. Dairy’s ice cream shop at Brooke’s teeth birthday party.” He quipped back, puffing his chest out to let Jess know that she wasn’t going to intimidate him. There was a beat of tense silence before Jess broke out into a hearty laugh as she walked towards the front door.
“God you’re such a dick.” Jess said with a laugh, recalling the downright embarrassing episode from when she was just a little girl. “That was like seven years ago.”
“Yeah, well you all got to have a good laugh about Brooke sitting on me, so we’ll call it even.” Ryan shot back. Jess’ eyes narrowed. It took a lot of guts to be the size of a ketchup packet and still have the nerve to try and embarrass the hell out of a goddamn redwood tree. However, it wasn’t really a memory that embarrassed her anymore. And besides, ever since he had pummeled the absolute hell out of Tommy Jennings for calling her a racial slur in the ninth grade, Jess had come to think of Ryan as her own big brother.
The giantess's face softened, letting out a slight chuckle as she shook her head and pushed open the front door. She kept her tiny friend cupped against her body as she walked out into the cool night to retrieve her bag from her car. “So, how have you been… since shrinking, I mean. Like… how are you doing?” She asked, keeping her eyes locked forward as she spoke.
“Uhhh, I mean. Fine. It’s an adjustment for sure.” Ryan admitted, feeling touched that this young lady seemed to genuinely care. “I’ve been staying with Amanda for about a week, but thanks to some unfortunate circumstances, I’m back home for a little bit.”
“Yeah… I heard from Brooke. Still though, it’s good that someone came and found you. Glad you’re okay.” Jess pulled open the door of her car and retrieved a small duffel bag before slamming the door closed and popping the trunk. Ryan watched from over her fingers as Jess began digging through her trunk, muttering under her breath until she found what she was searching for; a large, nearly full bottle of Darton’s brand raspberry vodka.
“Thanks.” He muttered, staring at the massive bottle that was taller than a four story building.
“There we go… gotta keep the party going.” Jess said excitedly, slamming the trunk closed.
“Do you though?” Ryan asked from her fist. “Everybody could just go to bed… I mean, you all have school in the morning.”
“Fat chance Ry. We’re partying tonight.” Jess affirmed, not giving a single second of thought to the tiny man’s comment. “I know for a fact you skipped plenty of school. Hell, you used to buy beer for Amanda and Tracy Adams all the time, so get off my ass.”
“It was like twice.” Ryan shot back, realizing that it didn’t really make a difference just how often he used to break the law for his little sister. “And I’m not in any position to help you guys if things get out of control anymore.”
“Relax short fry. Everything’s gonna be fine. It’s gonna be fun.” Jess said, gently tucking the small man into her cleavage in order to free up a hand to pick up the handle of cheap vodka. Ryan rolled his eyes, not possessing the energy to engage in an argument about being pushed into the young lady’s chest as she walked away from the car and back towards the house. Pushing open the front door, Jess kicked the door closed behind her and began to shuffle melodically across the room as Brooke queued up a bit of music on her phone. Crossing over to where Brooke was already seated on the couch, Jess set both Ryan and the bottle of vodka down on the coffee table before heading off towards the bathroom to get changed into her own pajamas.
Brooke’s eyes flicked over to her tiny brother as she busily shuffled a deck of cards between her hands. The giantess smiled as she reached one hand over towards the end of the table where Brooke had already set up some supplies for their evening of underage imbibing. She pushed past a couple bottles of bright red sports drink, her massive hand emerging with two fingers pinched together.
“Look what I got you. It’s a little plastic cup from that Mego block coffee shop from Amanda’s room. Now you can drink with us!” She said excitedly, handing over the small plastic cup to her tiny brother.
“Brooke, this isn’t…”
“God dammit dude… can you not?” Brooke's demeanor flipped in an instant, her smile vanishing immediately and her tone now dripping with irritation. “You’re not my fucking dad, so stop trying to fucking act like it. I’d love for you to act like my brother and have some fucking fun with us, but if you can’t be bothered to do that, I’m going to just put you in your house and leave you alone.” Ryan let out a deep sigh and eyed his massive sister with hesitation.
“Fuck it… I’m in.” Ryan said, surrendering the nagging obligation of being the voice of reason and deciding to just enjoy some time with his little sister. The titanic blonde’s face lit up with excitement at the prospect of getting to party with her not-so-big brother.
“This is gonna be sweet!” She shouted excitedly, pouring a deep pool of vodka into a red solo cup before adding in a painfully small splash of sports drink. Brooke took Ryan’s cup and dipped it into her own, handing back the concoction of pure ethanol reeking jet fuel. The miniature man took a deep breath, clinking his cup against the base of Brooke’s before they both raised their beverages to their lips and polished it off in one giant gulp.
“GAH!” They both grimaced in unison, watching as Liz returned to the room, rocking a pair of soft boy shorts and loose t-shirt. The muscular teen paused in the center of the room for a moment, staring at the two Miller siblings before lifting her fists into the air.
“Let’s get fucked up!!!”