Ryan sat quietly on the couch, angrily staring off towards the hallway as he recounted the details of his encounter with Amanda. He replayed her arguments over and over again in his mind, over analyzing each and every point she made and coming up with counters to each one. It was absurd to think that his twenty year old sister was effectively grounding him, acting as if she had some moral high ground to use as justification for exploiting his disability. Like it or not, he was a fully grown man who was allowed to have his own opinions, even if they clashed with that of his caretaker sister.
“Tsh, goddamnit.” Ryan muttered softly to himself as those words got stuck in his mind. Fully grown. He’d laugh at the irony of that, were it not so goddamn frustrating. Having to bargain with someone not even through college for access to his only line to the outside world. It was unacceptable and while they had put the shouting aside for now, Ryan knew that he was going to have to confront the giantess again sooner or later.
Suddenly, Ryan heard the sound of a doorknob rattling elsewhere in the apartment before light began to cast into the hallway. It seemed that round two was starting soon. The miniature man stood up, walking to the edge of the couch before patiently waiting for Amanda to emerge. He looked to the side briefly, spying the small metal ladder still lying on the floor near the foot of the couch. Perhaps it would be a good idea to address that prior to starting another dustup with the titaness. At least that way he wouldn’t be trapped here on the couch in the ensuing post match downtime. Although to be perfectly honest, he couldn’t imagine too much of a change in his current predicament even if he weren’t trapped on the couch. It’s not like he could get onto the coffee table to grab the remote and occupy his mind with some TV. And if anything, it would probably just increase his chances of getting stomped on by his monstrous sized sister. His eyes then quickly darted to the large cushion he was standing on. Already in the short time that he had been shrunken down, Ryan had found himself in the unfortunate position of being buried beneath Amanda’s enormous rear end, but he had yet to find himself in an encounter with her unaware feet. A quick shudder rippled down his tiny spine as he imagined the full weight of his mountainous sister descending on top of him with no restraint. He couldn’t imagine any world where he wouldn’t be pulverized in an instant, his bones shattering and his mangled body being absorbed into the dirty fabric of Amanda’s dirty sock.
In the midst of his daydreaming, Ryan spied Amanda’s blonde hair briefly crossing into view over in the hallway, causing him to shake his mind free of the visceral nightmare he had inadvertently conjured up for himself. “Hey! Hey Amanda!” Ryan shouted as loudly as he could, however, the giantess either did not hear him or was not concerned with whatever he had to say. The tiny man couldn’t see much from his inconvenient vantage point, but he heard another door swing open before Amanda’s glossy hair disappeared from view.
“Shit…” The sound of running water informed Ryan that his sister was now taking a shower. And unless she had undergone some serious changes since they were both living back at home, she was going to be in there for a while. With a heavy sigh, Ryan sat back down and laid back on the couch. It didn’t matter too much. Sooner or later they were going to talk about this and it was almost certainly going to get ugly. He might as well try to relax and enjoy the peace while it lasted. Ryan felt his eyelids growing heavier with each passing minute as he sat quietly on the seat of the couch
“Hey there sleepyhead.” Ryan’s eyes opened groggily at the sound of a familiar voice calling out to him. His limbs felt slow and unresponsive and his mind felt cloudy as he was roused from his nap, but all of that changed in an instant upon seeing the massive, smiling face looming directly above him.
“Holy shit… Laura?” With her face poised directly overtop of Ryan’s tiny body, the giantess let out a soft giggle, the warmth of her breath washing over Ryan as she began to speak.
“Hi baby… I missed you.” Ryan’s thoughts were scattered to the wind as he tried to comprehend what was happening right now. Her voice… it sounded just like her. The shrunken man took a deep breath in, savoring the familiar smell of her floral perfumed skin. This looked like Laura, smelled like Laura, sounded like Laura. But it couldn’t be her, could it? Slowly Ryan reached up one hand, holding it high above his head. Laura tilted her head to one side, studying the miniature man for a moment before she shut her eyes and lowered her face until the tip of her nose came to rest against Ryan’s palm.
“It’s really you?” Ryan asked, feeling the physical sensation of her skin pressing up against his hand. Laura’s massive eyes slowly opened up once again and the mixed sized couple simply stared at one another for a long moment before the giantess finally broke the tense silence.
“I was so worried about you. I wasn’t sure I was ever going to see you again…” Ryan was instantly reminded of the perils that had endangered his long term relationship. The tiny man’ smile quickly vanished as he thought about Laura’s affair, his eyes dropping away from her massive, beautiful blue pupils. “Hey…” The giantess cooed, using her massive finger to lift his chin. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”
Ryan took a deep gulp as he tried to process his emotions. “I… I am. It’s just…. Things are different now.” He replied somberly, referring both to his former girlfriend’s infidelity as well as his drastically reduced stature. Upon hearing that, Laura began to adjust her posture on the couch, arching her back and shifting herself forward so that her massive chest, peeking out through her low cut shirt, was resting directly in front of her tiny companion. In the shadow of her gargantuan (now even more so that prior to his shrinking) bust, Ryan toppled backwards onto his butt as he tried to retreat. Laura giggled softly as she watched Ryan try not to get squashed by her tits.
“Mmmmmm I noticed. You didn’t tell me that you were so… fun sized.” Ryan eeped out a tiny squeal as an avalanche of soft, tanned skin collapsed onto him, burying him alive under her chest. Once again trapped under the warm flesh of a beautiful giantess, Ryan was surprised to find himself feeling totally serene. He recalled being subjected to several unintentional squishings beneath his titanic sister and remembered the intense feeling of awkward shame that he experienced when he found himself enjoying the situation. That overwhelming shame was nowhere to be found this time, as he was more than comfortable with the attraction he felt towards Laura’s now tremendous body.
By the time that Laura lifted her chest off of Ryan’s tiny body, he was left smiling goofily towards the ceiling. The giantess smiled back down at him, laughing at the sight of his miniature torso sticking out from beneath her cleavage. The sweet perfume wafting off of her skin was flooding into Ryan’s nostrils now, filling the tiny man with a sense of overwhelming arousal. God how he had missed her smell.
“Laura… I… I don’t know what to think.” Ryan said, his voice wavering as the elated highs of being pummeled by his ex-girlfriend’s gargantuan boobs slowly gave way to the intense pit of loneliness he had been feeling a few days ago when he had initially shrunk down post-breakup. “I just… I was scared of what you would think about me… like this.” He said, choking back an awkward cry as he contended with a thought that he had yet to truly confront. Obviously he was grateful to Amanda for the way that she dropped everything to come and rescue him from his home. But it almost felt obligatory based on the nature of their relationship. With someone like Laura, Ryan had been subconsciously nervous about how she might feel about him now.
“Oh baby…” The giantess cooed, gently pulling Ryan out from under her and lifting him up to her face. Laura held him in the palm of her hand as she adjusted herself, shifting from lying on her stomach to sitting up on Amanda’s couch. Ryan stared deeply into Laura’s gigantic gleaming eyes, feeling a sense of genuine warmth radiating through him as her lips curled up into that familiar smile. “You should know, no matter what happens, no matter what you look like… I’m always going to love you.”
After she spoke, the giantess leaned forward and planted a large kiss on Ryan’s tiny body, causing him to shut his eyes and simply embrace the relief he felt after hearing those words of affirmation. When he finally opened his eyes again, Ryan was confused to find himself lying flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling, completely alone in Amanda’s living room.
“Wha…what?” He asked himself groggily, searching the room in a confused panic as his heart raced within his chest. It was all a dream? Ryan shook his head to try to come to grips with what the hell had just happened. A myriad of confusing thoughts raced through his mind as Ryan tried to make sense of what his subconscious was trying to tell him. However, his pondering was cut short by the sound of the nearby shower suddenly coming to a stop. Making the decision that he would need to analyze that more later, Ryan slowly climbed to his feet again, shaking his limbs to get the blood flowing. Thankfully as the giantess emerged from the bathroom into the hallway, she did not immediately retreat to her room to continue with her routine, instead choosing to enter the dining room adjacent to the living room. However, as he prepared to shout across the room to get her attention, Ryan found himself at a loss for words as he watched his titanic sister, draped in nothing but a seemingly impossibly small bath towel. He was transfixed by her long, powerful looking legs striding quickly across the horizon as the giantess crossed the room, each confident stride causing her hefty round ass cheeks to bounce tantalizingly, even through the thick cover of her plush bath towel. Arriving in the kitchen, directly before the fridge the massive blonde bent down to search for something towards the back of the fridge, causing the already too short towel to ride up the back of her legs, lending even more definition to the mind bending curvature of the giantess’ fit cheeks. With each passing moment, Amanda unwittingly wiggled her hips, shifting her booty back and forth as Ryan watched quietly from the sofa, helpless to move his eyes from the show unfolding before him.
“Jesus fucking christ…” Ryan muttered under his breath. Despite the fact that the attractive young woman owned more revealing pairs of shorts, there was something so remarkably uncomfortable for him simply knowing that she was a simple slip of a towel from being fully nude.
When Amanda stood back up, having successfully retrieved a bottle of blue sports drink from the fridge, Ryan dropped his gaze to the ground immediately; terrified of having her turn around to find him perving on her in nothing but a skimpy towel. The small man waited patiently for the sound of the giantess’ booming footprints to leave the room, preferring to delay their confrontation once more if it meant that he could wait until she was fully clothed. Unfortunately each thundering step grew louder and louder until he was all but certain that the massive blonde was towering above him.
“Hey… I’m getting ready to head to work. You need anything?” She asked with no indication of lingering anger or frustration in her voice. However, when Ryan opened his eyes and began to lift his head, he found the giant woman’s thighs just about pressed against the couch on either side of him. Immediately he shut his eyes again and simply kept his head lowered .
“No. Thanks.” He said quietly. How the hell could she be this oblivious? If he were to look up to meet her gaze, there wasn’t a single doubt in his mind that he would be looking directly up her skirt into her certainly uncovered crotch. Not ready to deal with the ramifications of crossing that taboo threshold, Ryan was dead set on just ignoring the literal elephant in the room.
“Ugh whatever. Keep on pouting then.” Amanda said with an annoyed sigh, evidently not hearing his soft spoken response. Given the recent tension, Ryan was tempted to speak up and clarify once he heard the mountainous woman begin to depart, but as he opened his eyes to retort, he immediately caught a long, tantalizing glimpse of her soft looking butt cheeks bouncing as she stepped out of the room. In a flash, the giantess disappeared back into her bedroom, leaving Ryan left alone on the couch, trying desperately to prevent the formation of a shameful erection that he could feel coming.
Another thirty or forty minutes later, Ryan heard his sister’s bedroom door swing open again. This time the giantess entered the living room fully dressed, wearing a neat, tight fitting pair of black slacks that hugged her hips incredibly well. She was also sporting a clean, simple white button down shirt, tucked neatly into her pants, with the top several buttons undone to allow a fair bit of cleavage to stick out. As she approached the couch, Amanda tossed a black apron over her shoulder before stopping a few feet away with her arms poised defiantly on her hips.
“Alright, I’m headed off to work.” She said, her head tilting to the side, causing her long ponytail to spill over her shoulder. “I’ll put out some water and a snack for you to have while I’m gone. I’ll be gone until like ten-ish, ten thirty if I don’t get cut first.” Amanda turned to the large black screen of the television, lifting an earring to each ear and using her reflection to help guide them into place. Ryan’s eyes were once again dragged down to the young lady’s large round butt, packed tightly into her slacks. Goddamn were those pants fucking tight. Despite wanting no part of the fantasy, the young man’s mind was unable to avoid imagining the utter lack of space for someone like him in those pants.
“I know it’ll be late, but if you want, I can bring you back something to eat as my shift meal. The place is kind of a bougie steakhouse, but Gino usually has the stuff to make whatever.” The pretty blonde then spun around and shot her tiny brother a goofy smile. “Plus if he doesn’t, he’ll just send one of the line cooks to go shopping. He’s got like a crazy fucking crush on me.” Ryan rolled his eyes as Amanda giggled to herself. He didn’t doubt it one fucking bit. And though their circumstances were markedly different, he couldn’t help but feel a certain kinship with the other man, since Amanda clearly occupied a very similar place within their psyches, whether he liked it or not.
“Yeah, I mean. Whatever is good. You know me. I’m not picky.” Ryan replied, not wanting to feel like he was imposing on someone. However, Amanda did not find that to be an appropriate answer.
“Ryan, goddamn man. Surely you have something you’d like. You can’t just be a man with literally no opinions at all. So come on, what sounds like a really good, late night binge?” She pressed.
“Fine, fine. How about some nachos? Maybe a couple beers?” Ryan shot back reluctantly. Finally satisfied with the answer, Amanda nodded her head approvingly as she backstepped towards the kitchen.
“Nachos and beer? Good call Ry, that sounds fucking awesome.” She replied, spinning around to retrieve a bottle of water from the fridge and a chewy granola bar from the cupboard. Amanda began to prepare the accommodations for her brother, unwrapping the granola and dropping it on a paper plate while pouring the water bottle into a glass with some ice cubes. She eventually made her way back to the living room, setting the plate down on the seat and tucking the glass in between the couch cushions so that the top was accessible for the small man. “Honestly, I’m going to be thinking about having nachos all goddamn night now. Ugh, I wanna eat now.” She pouted playfully, slumping her shoulders and donning a deep frown as she looked down at her little big brother. The pair of siblings stare at each other for a long, tense moment, each of them trying to determine if now was the right time to address things.
“Look, I’m really sorry about earlier.” Amanda said, being the first to break the silence. “I know that was probably a bit over the top from me, and I’m sorry for losing my cool. But I want you to understand that I am only trying to help keep you safe. Like it or not, you’re going to need someone to have your back from now on. And that’s what I’m doing… having your back.”
Ryan scoffed and threw up his hands. “Oh come on Amanda. You can piss on my head but don’t fucking call it rain.” He snapped back, digging up an old adage that his dad used to say that, only now in this current circumstances, did he finally realize was a fairly insane saying.
“Gross.” Amanda said, agreeing with obvious disdain for the old fashioned saying.
“You know what I mean… goddammit. It’s… ugh. There’s a difference between having my back and treating me like a child.” He argued, keeping his tone and volume perfectly civil. Amanda just rolled her eyes in response and shook her head.
“Grown men don’t try to go crawling back to their cheating exes.” She quipped, not backing down an inch on this argument.
“Yes they do Amanda. Literally every single day it happens. Because people and their relationships are complex. It’s downright immature to think otherwise.” He argued back.
“Look Ryan, I’m not changing my mind on this one. I don’t like her. I get back fucking vibes from her and I sure as shit don’t trust her now that you’re incapable of physically defending yourself.”
Ryan threw up his hands again. It felt remarkably hypocritical to judge Laura for a perceived chance that she might become physical with him, when Amanda had already gone ahead and thrown her weight around with him. “Christ Amanda, you’re going to have to trust me eventually. You can’t keep me locked up in here forever.”
“Of course not Ryan, and I’m not locking you up anywhere. But if I didn’t bring you here into the safety of my home… after you called me, then you’d literally be screwed right now. So while I do trust you. I also need you to trust me. I mean look at how easily I was able to pin you down. With one damn finger, Ryan. Now what happens when the two of you dig up an old argument, things get heated, and you’re left with no way to stop her from doing something to you?” Amanda stared intensely down at her tiny brother, though she appeared to remain perfectly calm and collected.
“I hear you Amanda. But I know her well. And that’s not the type of person she is.” Ryan argued. “She’s not dangerous.”
“Mmmmm, answer this then. Did you know that she was the type of woman to cheat on you when you started dating?” Amanda asked. Immediately a pit formed in Ryan’s stomach and his heart descended into it like a stone. “Or is it maybe possible that people do sometimes hide who they really are from the people they supposedly care about?” Ryan was left silent after that final remark, reeling from the pain that he had partially experienced in the days prior to shrinking down.
“Look, I promise you that we will continue to talk about this and I promise that we will come to a conclusion that works for both of us. But we need time and unfortunately, right now… I don’t have it.” She said, looking at her watch. The giant woman then bent down, lowering her massive face down to the seat of the couch where Ryan was now quietly grappling with some intense emotions. “No matter what, I want you to know that I love you so goddamn much. You’re my brother, my best friend, and despite any drawbacks, I’m really enjoying that we get to reconnect like this.” The giantess then pursed her massive, pillowy lips and pressed them firmly into Ryan’s head and chest, compressing him with a warm tender smooch that left him feeling a bit more put together after that gut wrenching reminder of the death of his relationship.
“I love you too Amanda. And I really appreciate youuuuuurrrrr…. Uhhhhh wow.” Ryan lost his train of thought as Amanda lifted her head, but stopped her ascent still leaning over the couch. Ryan was left staring down her shirt, getting a hearty eyeful of her tits pressed firmly together, almost as if she were spilling out of her top. “I uhhh, I think you missed a couple buttons there, sport.” Amanda looked down briefly at her own cleavage before letting out a cute giggle.
“Nope, that's all a part of the plan bro.” Amanda said, standing back up to her full height, but not before grabbing her tits and giving them a slight jostling. “Gotta let the girls out to do their thing.” She said with a smile. Thankfully, she couldn’t see the grimace on Ryan’s face as he shook his head.
“Come on Mands, you’re better than that.” He argued, not loving the idea of his sister letting total strangers leer at her all night. “You don’t need random assholes checking you at work.”
“Pffft, please. I work for tips dude. And random assholes are going to be staring at my tits whether or not my top is buttoned. But when it’s not buttoned, I make a fuckload more cash and that’s just a goddamned fact.” Amanda said, once again reiterating that she wasn’t ever going to be made to feel shame over the body that she worked damn hard to maintain. “I literally make more than double what the flat chested girls make on most nights.”
Ryan shook his head. He couldn’t argue with that logic and it would be hypocritical to refuse to admit that he also enjoyed a pretty waitress being the one to serve him when he went out. He let out a heavy sigh and shrugged his shoulders. “Well, then I guess you’re good to go.” Amanda smiled at him, but after a few moments, that smile began to fade and she was left staring at her brother with a very somber look on her face.
“So… are we good?” She asked, somewhat nervously. Ryan nodded his head.
“Yeah we’re good. So long as you give me back my phone.”
“Nope, sorry! Not getting it back yet.” She said with a smile, stepping quickly towards the door.
“Wait! Come on Amanda, you can’t just leave me here with no way to occupy myself!” He shouted up at the young giantess. Amanda stared at him blankly before grabbing the remote off of the end table and tossing it onto the couch, far enough away that Ryan felt it land, but wasn’t knocked down by the impact. “But what if there’s an emergency?”
Once again Amanda paused her retreat towards the door. “Nice try buster, but no dice. You can’t get up to too much trouble on my couch. Just don’t do anything stupid or dangerous. And the only butt you have to worry about squishing you is mine and I’ll be at work, so you’re good.” She said with a devilish smile, making light of her brother’s accidental encounter with her rear end. “So you’re safe until at least ten o’clock. But just be on the lookout around then because if I’m coming home with beer and nachos, then you do NOT want to get sat on then.” The giantess chuckled at her crude joke, not realizing how much her comment actually put her tiny brother on edge.
“Not funny Amanda. I don’t want to get sat on literally ever.”
“Hahaha whatever you goober. I’ll talk to you in a few hours.” She replied, turning the knob and pulling open the front door.
“WAIT!” Ryan screeched. Amanda slumped her shoulders and rolled her eyes, growing slightly annoyed as her window to avoid being late was dwindling rapidly.
“Seriously Ryan, I have to go. I’m not giving back your phone right now. End of story.” She said firmly. Ryan shook his head. He knew that wasn’t an argument he was going to win right now.
“No, I know. But could you at least fix the ladder on the couch. I got knocked off when you…” His voice trailed off. They both recalled what had happened earlier. Wordlessly Amanda walked back into the living room, taking a moment to secure the ladder to the front of the armrest before quickly and effortlessly pulling the couch back into position.
“Good?”
“Good, thanks.” Ryan said quietly.
“Alright, love you. See you in a few hours.” She said before disappearing out the door. And just like that, Ryan was left alone once again.
With no one around to keep him entertained, the small man walked over to where the remote control landed, laboriously flipping it over so he could turn on the TV. He began browsing a seemingly endless catalog of movies before settling on a random comedian’s stand up special. He sat quietly on the couch, watching the man pace across the stage, telling his jokes that Ryan just didn’t really show any interest in. Unfortunately his mind was otherwise occupied, trying to determine how he was going to possibly convince Amanda to take it easy on Laura, at least long enough for him to reestablish a connection and get the two of them into a room to come to terms with each other. But no matter what argument he came up with, he had a hard time imagining it landing with Amanda. Unfortunately for him, the giantess seemed perfectly prepared to die on this hill.
“Goddammit.” He cursed the whole situation. Disagreements aside, it simply did not sit well with him that his sister made the executive decision to take away his property. Thinking back on his surprisingly vivid dream from earlier in the evening, Ryan felt his resolve to contact Laura growing to overwhelming levels. Scanning the room, his eyes landed on the top of the ladder barely sticking over the edge of the cushion. It was only seven o’clock right now, so he still had a good amount of time before the giantess keeper of this castle would be coming home. “Fuck it.” He said loudly, standing up to gather a couple of sticky oats in his pockets before beginning the long trek across his sister’s gigantic apartment.
THWACK
Ryan’s bare feet landed on the hardwood floor with a loud slap. He looked around in all directions, finding the low perspective of the room to be somewhat unsettling, despite having been shrunken down for a few days by this point. He began walking across the living room floor, quickly coming to the realization how monotonous it was to traverse this vast wasteland. Thankfully he had left the TV running when he descended off of the couch, so he at least had the sound of the comedian’s voice to keep him entertained; at least until he reached the threshold of the kitchen when the video came to an end, leaving him alone with nothing but his own thoughts to occupy him on this trek.
“Jesus fucking Christ…” Ryan said between a couple of heavy breaths. If this is how he was supposed to navigate the apartment from now on, then he was going to be getting some serious cardio in. For a moment, he reconsidered his stance on being carried all over the place by Amanda. If nothing else, it would cut down on the sheer amount of time that he was going to spend just getting from room to room. Hell, at this rate he’d have to wake up an hour earlier to make it to the bathroom to start his damn day. Maybe he should be a bit more open to using all of the resources at his disposal. As he thought that, Ryan suddenly recalled the mission that he was currently undertaking and pushed the idea from his mind. If this is how his little sister was going to act, the last thing he wanted to do was increase his reliance on her in any way. “Walking it is…” He said with a heavy sigh. “Maybe I could get an RC car.”
Determined to reach his phone, Ryan soldiered on quietly, slowly and methodically working his way down the hall towards Amanda’s bedroom. Finally he arrived at the base of the gargantuan wooden obelisk that obscured his entry into her private space. The doorknob seemed like it was a mile up the sheer wooden cliff face, making him realize how little he had actually thought this through. Thankfully, there was a small gap between the bottom of the door and the floor, meaning that he didn’t actually need to worry about closed doors in this particular building. Lying down on his stomach, Ryan began to slide his body beneath the door, finally emerging on the other side in Amanda’s bedroom.
“Okay… If I was a cell phone…” Ryan’s voice trailed off as his eyes scanned the perimeter of his sister’s bedroom. His attention quickly snapped over to the polished silver ladder secured to the side of her desk. That was probably as good of a place to start as any. Even if the phone wasn’t on the desk, he could see over to her bedside table if it was there and there wasn’t really any possibility of getting on top of her dresser so that was a moot point anyways.
“I doubt she’d leave it on the…. Floor.” Ryan’s train of thought was interrupted as he was scanning the mostly clean floor of his giantess sibling’s room. His mission was interrupted by the discovery of one of the titaness’ gargantuan bras. “Holy shit. This thing is fucking huge!” He muttered to himself, in complete awe of the oversized brassiere. Losing out to his base curiosity, Ryan began to trot away from Amanda’s desk, instead choosing to climb inside of one of the cups of the gigantic bra. He drew in a long, deep breath, savoring the perfumed scent that lingered on the garment before he slowly laid down on his back, facing the ceiling. Looking around, Ryan once again considered how insignificant his body appeared to be relative to the size of the cup. Meanwhile, based on what he had just seen earlier tonight, Amanda’s breasts were more than capable of filling out these holsters with ease. The tiny man laid in place for a few minutes, really appreciating just how comfortable this bra was as a hammock. A small chuckle escaped his lips as his eyelids seemed to grow progressively heavier; a chance encounter with Amanda’s gigantic boobs seemed like a much better prospect than another chance encounter with her gargantuan ass.
GHAH
Ryan awoke with a startle, hurriedly looking around in a panic. “Shit!” He quickly scrambled to his feet, searching his surroundings. Evidently he had dozed off in the cup of Amanda’s bra and now, based on the diminished amount of light pouring in through the window, he had no clue what time it even was now. His heart began to race as he looked across the room and spied the ladder pressed against the leg of Amanda’s desk. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Knowing that he might not get another chance at this, Ryan leapt from his sister’s bra and began sprinting over towards her desk. Thankfully the trip was much shorter than the trek from the living room, however, given the fact that he had no idea what time it was or how long he had until Amanda would be home, Ryan’s heart was still beating like crazy. By the time that he reached the top of the ladder, it felt as though his tiny lungs were literally on fire.
“Phone? Phonephonephone… where is my… PHONE!” Ryan screeched excitedly when he spied his cell phone resting on the bedside table. Though this was a step in the right direction, Ryan was still faced with the problem that even the two foot gap between the two surfaces was an impassable void to him now. “Shit. How do I get up there?” He said aloud, standing on the edge of the desk, searching the nightstand for some way to reach the top. Unfortunately, it seemed that Amanda hadn’t bothered setting up a ladder for this particular surface; unsurprising since he had been so dismissive of the idea of sleeping in her bedroom.
In the midst of his frustration, Ryan finally noticed that the large reading lamp sitting atop the nightstand had a power cord that hung between the two tables. Tracing the cabling with his eyes, Ryan then found that the charger plugged into his own phone was descending over the back of the nightstand, crossing remarkably close to the cable that powered the lamp.
“Well…shit.” He said nervously as he peeved together what was going to be required of him to reach his phone. It appeared to be at least theoretically possible, though if he were to lose his balance or if the pure vertical climb up the phone charger turned out to be too difficult, Ryan was certain to knock himself out from the fall… if not something even worse. And by that point, even if he did survive the fall, Amanda would almost definitely piece together what he was doing in here and he would have eroded the last shred of trust that remained between them. Ryan’s eyes drifted down to the floor as he took a deep breath and began walking towards the back of the desk. He had come too far to turn back now.
“Alright, slow and steady.” Ryan said softly, slowly inching his hands forward on the thankfully thick power cable that spanned the gap between the two tables. Progress was coming along much faster than he would’ve initially thought as he continued to crawl across like a monkey on a vine. After about fifteen minutes of crawling, Ryan reached the true test of this whole endeavor. Before him was a thin, white cable that rose the remaining twenty feet up to the surface of the nightstand. It had been well over a decade since he had done this particular exercise back in middle school and now he was faced with more than just embarrassment before his classmates if he were to fuck up and fall.
“Alright Amanda. Try and keep me from my phone? Well, jokes on you…” Ryan flexed his fingers before leaping from the safety of his current platform and latching onto the phone charger. Immediately his hands began to ache as he dug his fingers as tightly into the soft plastic sheath that housed the electrical components of the hanging rope. For a moment, Ryan just hung there, trying to ensure that his grip was going to hold his weights. Silently the small man pleaded with himself to avoid turning his gaze towards the floor, knowing that despite the face that he was essentially about knee height right now, the fall below him would cause his stomach to turn in knots in an instant. Just one more reminder of how small and pathetic he had truly become.
Gritting his teeth, Ryan slowly pulled his body upwards, inching his way up towards the peak as his muscles quickly began to ache for relief. With every single pull, his resolve grew stronger and stronger, causing his pace to quicken until finally the miniature man was able to heave his tired body up onto the surface of the nightstand. “FINALLY!” He screamed aloud as he laid on his back, desperately panting to try and regain his breath. He was truly proud of himself now. Despite everything; his condescending sister, miles of hiking through the apartment and a dangerous rope climb that never in a million years would he have attempted in his old life, finally he had achieved what he had set out to do.
After resting for a few minutes, Ryan climbed back to his feet and stepped up onto the screen of his phone. The screen below his feet lit up at the touch of his skin, revealing several new messages and a couple of missed calls from Laura. For a moment, Ryan’s eyes lifted from the screen below him, distracted by something in his periphery. Sitting atop Amanda’s nightstand, tilted slightly so that it could be seen from her bed, was a large picture frame sporting a picture of his family. He stood motionless, studying the picture intensely as a complex mixture of emotions overwhelmed him. Mom, Amanda and Brooke, all standing around him in a big group hug. Ryan, a few inches taller than both his mother and Amanda at the time, with each of them standing under one of his arms while Brooke climbed across his back, just a tiny bit shorter than Ryan was himself, causing all four of them to erupt in laughter just as the photo was snapped. He remembered the day they took this picture vividly. It was about a week before Amanda was set to graduate highschool. They had just received two pieces of good news, both that Ryan had been given a spot in the internship program that he had been dying to get and that Amanda had been nominated by her teammates and coaches for a graduation honorific, based on the leadership qualities she had embodied throughout her senior season of soccer. Their mom had surprised them by pulling her two youngest kids out of school and inviting Ryan to play hooky for the day, instead opting to take them out for a day in the city. They shopped, went to the mall and even went bowling before finally going out to dinner at his and Amanda’s favorite restaurant as kids. It was easily one of the best days he could remember. However, the memory was somewhat bittersweet, as it was the last time they had all spent the day together as a family before he and his mother had their falling out.
Ryan couldn’t help but imagine going back to a time like that, spending a whole bonding with the people he loved the most. Though, he couldn’t ignore the fact that if they were to try taking a family photo now, he’d find himself standing in Amanda’s palm as she held him before her chest; nothing but a toy for the colossal ladies in his life. Turning his head to the side, the small man wiped a bit of moisture from his eye as he pushed the painful memories from his mind, shaking his head to refocus on the task at hand.
“What the…” Before Ryan could return his attention to his cell phone, something else caught his eye. Peeking out from behind the family photo, Ryan saw a strange, bulbous obelisk. He took one step towards the large object, his curiosity demanding a closer inspection until a horrifying realization caused him to throw himself backwards and scramble as far away as he could. “Awwwwww, Jesus fucking Christ Amanda. Put this shit away!” Ryan scolded loudly, recognizing the object as a massive butt plug. Instinctively the tiny man began to hold his breath, fearing that even the slighted proximity to the sex toy would flood his nostrils with the accursed stink of Amanda’s bowels again. Upon a second, undesired inspection,driven by morbid curiosity, Ryan came to the realization that this unremarkable possession of his sister’s stood a full foot taller than he did. This pathetic piece of polished mental, designed for nothing other than occupying a space in the giantess’ massive ass, to be chewed on mercilessly by her gargantuan asshole, was still larger in size than his whole pathetic body.
“Jesus fucking christ…” Ryan muttered once again, turning his back on the backdoor plaything and returning to his cell phone. How pathetic could one man possibly be? To be less significant than his titanic sister’s helpless fucking anal toys. At this moment, he was remarkably grateful for the fact that Amanda had left his phone lying face up, because right now, he desperately needed some sort of distraction.