“No, I actually took some time off work. I had a bit of time banked up so I’m taking a couple weeks. Just to relax a bit.” Ryan stared at the screen, waiting for the three dots to appear as Laura formed her response. Mercifully he didn’t need to wait long, as Laura had been fairly responsive all evening.
“That’s good. You deserve a break. You’ve always worked so hard. You should do some traveling. Remember that trip to Maldives we kept talking about?”
Obviously he remembered. He had actually put quite a bit of research into the idea; looking at hotels, comparing flights, budgeting excursions and all that junk. God, if he hadn’t been so goddamn noncommittal they might’ve already taken the trip. Hell they might be on the trip right now, together, if he had been a fucking man and just taken the initiative. They might have avoided all of this…
A realization hit him like a freight train. How scary would it have been to suddenly shrink down while traveling abroad? That would’ve been a ton of pressure on Laura to try and smuggle him back home. He didn’t know too much about specifics, but it was no secret that protections for reduced persons was even worse outside the US than it was here. He could only imagine how terrifying it would’ve been to find himself shrunken in a foreign country. He had heard horror stories about dark, heinous shit that people would do after buying shrunken people from traffickers. Just the thought of it sent a chill running down his spine. Thank god he had Amanda to take him in.
“Yeah… Maldives would be great. Just going to lay low for the time being though. Unwind a bit right here at home.”
He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath as his heart raced out of control. Ryan started to type again, finally working up the courage to make his ask.
“Hey, I wanted to ask. Would you mind coming over to meet me here sometime? I feel like we should sit and talk about some stuff.”
He was prepared to wait a little while as Laura considered his request, but surprisingly the answer came in less than ten seconds.
“Yes. Of course. Want me to come over right now?”
Jesus, he was surprised by just how eager she was. A part of him was comforted by how much she seemed to want to reconnect. But he also couldn’t meet with her tonight, he wasn’t ready for that. He needed time to prepare, time to think about what he was going to say.
“No, not tonight. I’ll reach out and let you know when. I just wanted to make sure that you’re open to the idea.”
“Yeah sure. I’d really really like that. I just wanna clear the air.”
“Good. I’d like that too. I’ll let you know once I’m ready.”
With that weight off of his chest, Ryan breathed a sigh of relief. He swiped up on the screen, minimizing the messages app and swapping over to the stream he had been watching for the last hour or so. Thankfully MightyMoe was streaming again tonight, a nice little bonus on top of getting to chat with Laura again. He was still playing Call of the Gunslinger, but since the campaign was so short, Moe had already moved on to playing online multiplayer. At first Ryan considered going off and finding a different stream to entertain himself with. He had never really pictured himself being the kind of guy to just sit and watch someone play a video game. To get to see the story mode? Sure. But to sit here and watch him just run around killing other players? He didn’t see the appeal in that.
However, after getting to know a bit more about Moe and his Moejestic, it wasn’t even about the game anymore. Ryan was enjoying the feeling of having a community that he could belong to. In the few streams he had already watched, it had become clear to him that there was a pretty high concentration of shrunken folks within the Moejestic.
“Hey yall. Question for the smallfolk.”
“Sup RyGuy”
“Yoooo Ry!”
“Whaddup Ryan!”
“Hit us with it!”
“Right now I’m living with my sister and it’s just unimaginably frustrating trying to maintain some shred of dignity or autonomy. How the hell does everyone else do this?” Ryan stared at the screen, watching a myriad of different emojis and short unfocused responses come in. Some people laughed. Plenty of people made jokes. But there were actually a good number of people trying to share some genuine wisdom.
“That’s tough man. There’s no good answer.”
“I feel you! I’ve got three kids. All under fifteen. I swear I’d be dead if not for my wife haha.”
“Truth is, you’re just gonna have to get used to being treated like a pet. My girlfriend is great, but at the end of the day, my opinions are suggestions, nothing more.”
“Love my wife. But I agree. Sometimes I feel like she’s humoring me more than actually listening to me.
“That’s just life for tinies my man. Unless you wanna move into an RP community, this is the new normal.”
“Hey ho, what’s goin on here? Things are getting real philosophical in chat. What’s happening?” It seemed as though their streamer had finally taken notice of the discussion taking place in his chat. “Uhhhhhh, oh hey. Ryguy95! Welcome back my man! Glad to see you again. Sorry to hear you’re struggling to find balance with your sister. Is it just the two of you or no?”
“Yeah, just the two of us. She’s great. Love her to death and she really saved my ass when I shrunk. But goddamn is it hard to just sit here and take it when a twenty year old tries to take away my damn cell phone.” He replied, being surprisingly forthcoming about his predicament to total strangers.
“Lol!”
“Grounded by lil sis… sadchamp”
“God siblings are the worst!!”
“Ehhh, I feel you there man. A lot of us do.” Moe said, his eyes scanning the dozens of messages that came in every other second or so. “It’s a big adjustment for sure.”
“W”
“Big adjustment? Can’t be that big lol”
“Are you going to play the new Devil Spirit dlc?”
“Ya RP community is the way to go”
Ryan noticed quite a few of those comments about RP communities. The thought had certainly crossed his mind. Essentially it would be like stepping back into his old life. A scaled down house amidst a whole neighborhood of similarly sized homes, complete with RP vehicles to take him to RP stores, employed by fellow RPs. It was a way to live a semi-normal life, away from dangers and frustrations of living alongside giant folk.
Ryan minimized the stream window as he began to search online for any RP communities near to city where he was living. Surprisingly there were actually quite a few different communities nearby. There was even one right on campus, though he couldn’t really tell whether or not you needed to be a student to register to live there, since it seemed to be a totally separate installation from the RP only dorm that Amanda’s college offered. He thought about the proposition of moving into a tiny-only community as he continued to investigate, considering what his future might look like in a place like that. He’d have to give up on his relationship with Laura. And no doubt there would be some amount of complaining coming from Amanda, though he figured that she would probably repent eventually, since it wasn’t as though either of them had any plans on spending the future together prior to this week. It’d honestly be like starting over from scratch. A new life in a totally new place. Was that what he wanted?
“Dad? Hey Dad!”
A new voice coming through his phone’s speakers caused Ryan’s focus to return to the content of the stream. As he began focusing fully on the video, he realized that he could actually hear the familiar sound of gigantic footfalls in the background of the stream.
“Sorry y'all, that’s Ashley.” Moe said, turning in his chair just as a pair of monolithic legs appeared from off screen. The massive creature continued to cross the frame, appearing to get larger with each step until the entire background of Moe’s stream was made up of a pair of massive pale feet.
“Dad, we’re gonna be late.” A voice boomed from on high. Ryan watched the giantess flex her massive toes, making him wonder whether or not she was doing it consciously. He could picture the giantess standing above her tiny father, imagining the annoyed impatient posturing of a teenage girl as she unwittingly pounds her thick, heavy toes against the hardwood floor.
“Sorry sweetheart. Lost track of time.” Moe shouted up over his shoulder. “But hey, while you’re here. Why don’t you say hi to chat?”
“Tsk, really? Do I have to?” She replied in turn. Ryan could see the slight slump in Moe’s posture as his daughter showed her indifference and he couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for the man.
“C’mon, just say hi to the gang. I’m sure they’ll love to see your smile just as much as I do.” Moe returned, turning to look up at his massive daughter. Ryan heard a sigh come through the phone before a pair of massive hands appeared on the edges of the screen, gripping what he now realized was a self contained box that served as Moe’s stream room. MightyMoe (and by virtue of his streaming setup, chat as well) was lifted rapidly into the sky, only stopping once the background of the stream was filled with the massive chest of the streamer’s giantess daughter.
“Hi everybody. I’m Ashley. And sorry to say, but we need to get going now!” As Moe examined his screen, it became evident on his face that he was feeling a bit awkward about Ashley’s cleavage being broadcast on the screen.
“Uhhh, a little higher sweetie.” Moe requested, moments before the platform was raised up to meet with Ashley’s massive face. The giant woman gave a slight scowl to her father, not amused by his delay to their schedule, but her face lightened when she looked down into the camera, giving a gentle smile before she spoke once more.
“How bout that? Better?” She asked, almost a bit sarcastically.
“Much better. Gang, this is Ashley, my daughter. And don’t tell anybody else, but she’s my favorite child.” Moe said with a sly wink.
“I’m your only child.” Ashley replied flatly, causing Moe to chuckle and shrug his shoulders.
“Still though. She’s my favorite.” Ryan couldn’t help but smile as he watched the joy on the tiny streamer’s face. It was sort of comforting for him to see that someone was able to live a normal, fulfilling life despite being a reduced person.
“Alright. Seriously Dad, we have to go.”
“Okay okay. Just give me a minute to-“ Despite his protests, chat watched Moe disappear into Ashley’s fist as she lowered the platform away from her face, setting it somewhere about waist height before she turned and began to walk out of the room, giving chat a good look at her butt in remarkably tight jeans before she disappeared from the room. Once they were left alone, chat began erupting into a frenzy of comments, everyone sharing different sentiments. Some folks were disappointed in the end of the stream or frustrated by the way that the young woman so carelessly disregarded her own father’s boundaries. However, moderators of the stream quickly intervened, shutting down any task of Ashley that became disrespectful, reminding everyone that regardless of their own feelings, Moe was always adamant to defend his loved ones.
Ryan remained in chat for a little while longer, enjoying the conversation with the community despite the fact that they were all just staring at an empty room and the Call of the Gunslinger pause menu. He learned that this was far from the first time that Moe’s streams had been suddenly cut short by his normal sized daughter. Evidently he wasn’t the only one who struggled to maintain his individuality after shrinking. A young woman nearing her 19th birthday, Ashley was apparently struggling to be mindful of her father’s boundaries now that he no longer held the stature of an authority figure that she knew as a younger child. After chatting with some of the long-time Moejestic, Ryan learned that Moe’s wife, Caroline, did a lot to help enforce the rules and maintain order in the house.
As conversation began to turn towards Caroline as well as the normal sized spouses of other chatters, it quickly became clear that having someone you could trust on your side was the key to maintaining intersized relationships. This brought Ryan back to his own situation. All in all, his transition into shrunken life admittedly had gone pretty smoothly. Despite her flaws and the undeniable tension between them, Amanda was undoubtedly a godsend for the tiny man. But looking towards the future, seeing himself stuck between two giant women who both claimed to care deeply for him, Ryan realized that he was rapidly approaching a point where he was probably going to need to make a decision between the two.
“So how long does stream go on?” Ryan asked in chat, realizing that despite the fact that he was genuinely invested in the community and the insight they could provide to his new life, he was definitely missing the vocal interaction of Moe himself.
“Probably go till about 10:30. I’ll give folks some time to filter out before shutting things down for the night.” One of the moderators replied. This caused Ryan to look up at the time, feeling a pit form in his stomach when he realized that it was already quarter past ten.
“Fuck!” He shouted to himself, laboriously closing out of all the apps before putting the phone to sleep. With the luminescence of his phone’s screen suddenly removed from the room, Ryan found himself trapped in a void so impossibly dark that he nearly lost his balance and fell upon his face. Sitting mere inches from the screen for so long had rendered the tiny man ignorant to just how little remaining light there was. “Shit, goddammit!” He cursed loudly, trying to crawl his way forward through the darkness. Slowly his eyes began to adjust to the abject darkness, as Ryan frantically attempted to come up with some sort of feasible way to get safely down to the floor.
His heart racing as he awaited the inevitable return of his giantess sister, the shrunken man dashed to the edge of the night stand, searching for a good way down to the floor where he’d be able to escape from Amanda’s room before she made it home. His initial thought was to jump off onto the bed and descend from there. The jump down to Amanda’s mattress wouldn’t be a problem, it was a bit of a drop, but he had no doubt that the landing would be soft enough. The problem was that the drop from the bedframe down to the floor was still higher than he felt comfortable with when it came to free falling onto the hardwood floor. And the only other option he could think of was to jump into the hamper at the foot of Amanda’s mattress and crawl down towards the gaps in the base of the wicker container. However, given the unfortunate circumstances he had found himself in over the last couple of days, Ryan was hesitant to jump into a mountain of Amanda’s dirty laundry. Based on his luck, he’d probably jump in just as she came home and wind up catching a freshly worn sock to the face.
No, Ryan had experienced enough strife beneath his sister to risk going that route. So with the bed off limits, he was much more limited in options. Trying to move carefully but swiftly, Ryan raced towards the backside of the nightstand where several cord and cables cascaded over the side. Peering down into the shadowy abyss behind the nightstand, Ryan could see a small power block plugged into the wall that split the dual AC outlet into eight different sockets. The power brick was still a bit more elevated off the floor than he would prefer, but the charger that was plugged into his phone would get him down that far and then there was another cable that ran from the underside of the brick down to the floor before it disappeared somewhere beneath Amanda’s bed.
“Shitshitshit!” Ryan muttered nervously as he watched a set of headlights pan across the room through the window. He couldn’t be certain that it was Amanda, but based on the time, it was too much of a risk to assume it was anyone but his giantess sister returning home from work. With no time left to spare, the tiny man swallowed his fear and heaved his body over the edge of the table, clinging tightly to the rubbery phone charger cable that descended down the backside of the massive nightstand. Descending towards the floor in complete and total darkness proved to be even more challenging than anticipated for the tiny man. However, with no other options but to trudge onward, Ryan continued to slug his way down the cable, finally managing to make his way down to the power brick after only a few minutes. However, before he could make it down all the way to the floor, Ryan heard the front door slam shut before Amanda’s voice rang out through the apartment.
“Hey, Ryan? Where you at?” He heard her say, evidently she had already noticed that he was not currently sitting on the couch. He was out of time now and it would only be a matter of minutes before she inevitably made her way into the room here to look for him. With a new priority on speed over care, Ryan flopped down onto his belly, trying to hang over the front of the power brick to grab onto the second cable that would take him to the floor. In his haste and suffering from a lack of light, Ryan misjudged the distance of his next handhold, grasping desperately for a cable that was out of reach. His terrified screams caught in his throat as the miniature man began to freefall through the darkness.
THUD
Unprepared for his sudden impact, Ryan landed awkwardly on his feet, but forcing his knee to jerk painfully to the side, sending waves of discomfort arcing through his body.
“Ahhhhhhh FUCK!” He shouted loudly, gripping his joint in despair as he rolled around on his back. Internally he cursed himself for being so damned stupid. How the hell could he let himself get so distracted and lose track of time like that? And how pathetic was he? Sneaking around his kid sister’s room, trying not to get caught on his phone because he was texting a girl that he wasn’t supposed to? God, what a humiliating set of circumstances it was that landed him here.
“Ryan? Where are you? I’ve got the nachos?” Amanda called out once again. Ryan was pretty sure that he could hear her moving furniture in the kitchen, probably looking for him beneath the table. He was running out of time. Trying his best to ignore the shooting pain in his leg, Ryan began to limp out from beneath the nightstand, making his way towards the door. However, as he passed out into the open, it occurred to the miniature man that if he were to go running to the door, his odds of encountering the giantess was extraordinarily high. And what the hell was he going to say when she found him inside her room. No, that’s a terrible idea. What he needed to do was remain in hiding and get out into the hall after she came into her room to get changed. But where? Under her desk? She would almost certainly look under there. Maybe in the closet or beneath her dresser. Dammit, where could he go?
“Ryyyannnnnnnn?! Come on out. One of the dishwashers went out and grabbed me a six pack of that summer shandy you really like.” Ryan could hear Amanda’s laugh just beyond the door to the hallway. Panic gripped at his heart as he frantically searched his surroundings. It was too late, he had to think fast. “Gonna get changed!” Amanda shouted, throwing open the door to her bedroom as she declared her intentions to the empty apartment behind her. The giant blonde walked into the room, her posture displaying the weariness that flooded her aching muscles. She pressed further in, walking over to the nightstand where she left Ryan’s phone to charge. Still she saw no sign of her tiny brother, though she did spot one of her sex toys sitting out in the open on the table, bringing a slight blush to her cheeks as she quickly slid open the drawer and deposited the plug inside.
Ryan could feel his heart thumping loudly in his chest as he spied on his giant sister from beneath her bed. Suddenly light flooded into the room, searing Ryan’s eyes and forcing him to retreat several paced back into the darkness under the bed. Amanda’s titanic sneaker crashed down a few feet from his hiding place, displacing a wall of wind that knocked him back onto his butt. Very carefully Ryan peeked out from the shadows, getting a look at the mountainous blonde as she remained eerily motionless in the center of her bedroom.
Amanda stood stoically for another half a minute or so before letting out a heavy sigh and walking over to her desk. Ryan heard the scraping of her chair’s wheels against the floor mat as Amanda pulled it out from under the desk. Peeking out from his hiding place, Ryan watched Amanda exhaustedly drop two plastic bags onto the desk with a heavy THUNK, no doubt the nachos and beer she had promised to come home with. With a slight shroud of her shoulders, Amanda removed a bottle of beer from the six pack, casually twisting off the top before taking a long, satisfied swig of the lemony beer.
“Uggghhhhhhh so tired.” She complained loudly to no one in particular, flipping the bottle cap playfully. “Oh shit.” Amanda cursed as her tired fingers failed to grasp the bottle cap in its descent, causing the trinket of thin, crimped aluminum to bounce out of her hand and down onto the floor, where it began to roll towards her bed. Ryan’s eyes widened in horror as the bottle cap started to roll towards him. He knew his sister well and she wasn’t the type of slob who would just let garbage roll under her bed and stay there. And true to his horrendous luck, the bottle cap was rolling perfectly towards him, threatening to blow his cover and leave him with a terribly precarious conversation with his enormous keeper.
WHAM
Suddenly, before it could fully roll beneath the bed and ruin his hiding place, Ryan watched as the bottle cap disappeared beneath Amanda’s massive black sneaker. The shrunken man stood paralyzed by fear as seconds passed by like hours, until finally Amanda’s shoe lifted, revealing a crumpled and malformed bottle cap behind on the floor. From his hidden vantage point, Ryan could see the giantess’ massive pale fingers come into view, delicately collecting the destroyed bit of trash and carrying it away.
“My feet are absolutely wrecked.” Amanda complained, to no one in particular, as she carelessly discarded the bottle cap in the trash can beside her desk, before sitting up straight and lifting one foot off of the floor and up into her lap. Ryan watched silently as Amanda lazily tugged on the shoelaces of her plain black sneakers. The shoes the giantess wore were more practical than anything else. They were comfortable and they didn’t stand out from her all black uniform that the restaurant made her wear, though they weren’t anything that she would wear anywhere aside from work.
With a soft grunt, Amanda forcefully peeled the sneaker off of her foot, letting out a long sigh of relief before carelessly tossing it onto the floor behind her and moving on to the other foot. Ryan felt himself jump as the massive sneaker bounced loudly on the floor between his hiding spot and the giantess sitting before him.
“Jesus, you better come out soon.” Amanda said, speaking to herself, though it was clear that her words were intended for her still unlocated brother. “No way I’m letting these bad boys get cold.” The massive blonde leaned forward, pawing gently at the plastic bag that held her delicious shift meal. With her face planted firmly within the bag, Amanda took a long, loud inhale from the bag before she sat back and shuddered with excitement. “Smells fucking amazing.”
Ryan gritted his teeth, disagreeing whole heartedly with his massive sister. Unfortunately for him, Ryan was not blessed with the pleasant aroma of Mexican cuisine where he was sitting. Instead the bug sized brother found himself trapped in an invisible cloud of thick foot stink that was wafting out from the open mouth of Amanda’s sneaker. The result of several hours of nonstop walking poured out of the massive shoe like chemicals from an overturned tanker truck.
“Fucking hell Amanda, get the hell out of here!” Ryan muttered quietly to himself, pinching his nose closed with one hand. Part of him considered just ditching his hiding spot right now and making a break for the door, however, every little movement that the giantess made paralyzed the nervous older sibling. He couldn’t think of what he would say if he were to get caught now and so he remained in place, silently suffering in the thick odor of a working woman’s tired feet.
“Ugh. Ryan! I’m gonna get changed real quick, can you put yourself somewhere that I can find you? I’ll grab you for dinner and beers. Promise not to step on you!” She shouted loudly, wheeling back away from the desk in her rolling chair.
“Thank fucking god.” Ryan muttered to himself, watching as Amanda reached down and began peeling off her socks. Tossing the large boulders of sweaty cotton into the room behind her. Mercifully they landed a good distance away from Ryan, though he wasn’t sure how much more polluted his airspace could get. Finally Amanda stood up from her chair, unbuttoning her shirt the rest of the way as she casually rocked back and forth in place, humming softly to herself as she stripped off her clothing. Lingering just barely at the edge of the shadows, Ryan could not help but leer outwardly as Amanda’s fingers labored downward, one button at a time, her impressive chest clearly thrilled to be freed from the tight constraints of fabric. With her shirt discarded onto the floor, Ryan dropped his gaze to the floor, trying to respect his massive sister’s privacy as she moved her efforts on to her brassiere. Though even in his periphery Ryan could still see the giantess’ massive body. Overwhelmed by embarrassment and shame, Ryan retreated even further back into the shadows.
Amanda, completely unaware of the little spy in her room, then began to shimmy her way out of her tight, black slacks. She began wiggling her butt back and forth as it fought to be free of the overly form fitting pants, letting out a gracious sigh of relief as she felt the cool air start to tickle her behind. Ryan heard the massive pants fall to the floor just beyond the edge of the bedframe and felt himself tempted to peek out once again. As he slowly crawled back towards the light, Ryan peered out from the shadows just in time to get a glorious view of Amanda’s massive, curvy backside jiggling freely as she stepped out of her pants. He watched with a morbid fascination as Amanda turned her back towards him, reaching back to fish her underwear out from between her hefty cheeks, ridding herself of a wedgie that had surely been irritating her for some time now.
“Fuck it!” Ryan thought to himself as he watched his sister step away and pull open the top drawer of her dresser as she began to dig through her clothing. He decided that this was his best chance to sneak out into the hallway, slipping out from under Amanda’s bed and painfully limping his way across the open floor. While having to strain himself, Ryan pushed forward at an impressive pace, dashing across the open barren floor while his sister had her back turned. The run seemed to stretch on forever with Ryan looking over his shoulder the whole time to ensure that Amanda was not turning around.
“Hmmmm.” Upon hearing the noise from his massive sister, Ryan made the choice to dive back underneath the bra that he had dozed off in earlier. Panic settled into his chest as Ryan began to fear that he had been caught. With his heart beating out of his chest, Ryan slowly looked around the edge of the bra, relieved to find that Amanda was not staring at him or his hiding place, though she did look towards the hallway, seemingly searching for something. What Ryan did not know is that Amanda was in fact searching for him, but only to make sure that he was not currently standing at the threshold of her room. From his hiding place Ryan could see Amanda’s face contort into a strange look before…
Poooot
“Ahhhhhhh….” Amanda sighed with relief before letting out a childish giggle regarding her crude release. Ryan couldn't help but roll his eyes and shake his head at his sister’s childish demeanor. It wasn’t as though he was close enough to be trapped in the proximity of the poisonous cloud, but still he couldn’t believe his giant college aged sister was laughing at farts. Truthfully he couldn’t really fault her for laughing at her own gas. Like many of his friends, Ryan too, found farts to simply be comical in nature. However, given his change in stature and the occasional discomfort of finding himself trapped underneath his massive sister’s butt, it was a struggle for him to find the humor in such a display anymore. “Oooop, scuse me.” Amanda said playfully to herself, as she continued to collect her pajamas. Determined not to be distracted, Ryan began to sprint once again as soon as he watched Amanda turn around again.
With each step, pain throbbed throughout Ryan’s leg, but he pushed forward regardless; that is, until he reached his sister’s massive pair of pants. Quickly reaching the point of overwhelming pain, Ryan made the spontaneous decision to dive under the cover of her slacks, giving himself a small break to catch his breath, survey his surroundings and give his leg a moment to rest. Similar to his previous hiding place, Ryan found himself awash with the unmistakable scent of the giantess’ sweat. And while not quite as overbearing as the smell of her sneakers, this particular scent quickly became the only thing that Ryan could think about as he continued to strategize his escape. Turning back to see where Amanda was standing, Ryan looked up just in time to watch the titanic blonde adjust her simple gray underwear, ridding herself of a slight wedgie as she finished removing her pajamas for the night from her dresser.
Bzzzzz Bzzzz Bzzz…. Bzzzzz Bzzzz Bzzz
A couple of quick vibrations from above his head caused Ryan to look up in a panic, seeing the bright light of Amanda’s phone screen shining through the fabric of her pants. Before the frantic man could think of his next steps, the thundering sound of giant footsteps approaching his position meant that his enormous sister was upon him.
“Shit! SHITSHITSHIT!” Ryan muttered, falling back on this ass as he watched Amanda’s hand descending towards him. He was so close. The hallway was right there, he was nearly free and all of it was now falling apart thanks to her fucking cell phone! The next minute of Ryan’s life was a whirlwind of confusion and physical discomfort as Amanda bent down to collect her pants, lifting the garment from the floor as she reached into her pocket to retrieve her cell phone, completely unaware that Ryan was caught up in the fabric of her pants as she began to ball up the sweaty garment. For his part, Ryan was once again jostled around disorientingly as powerful fingers compressed him on every side.
“Oh, nice.” Amanda said, typing away on her phone as she tucked her balled up pants under her arm and began responding to the text she had just received. Once satisfied with that, Amanda strolled across the room and lifted the lid on her laundry hamper, carelessly tossing her work pants inside. Ryan emerged from a fold in the black fabric, trying to figure out what the hell had happened when he realized that he was now standing in the center of his sister’s hamper, trapped atop a mountain of dirty clothing.
“Fuck this.” Ryan said, desperately scrambling his way to the top of the pile as he watched Amanda turn and walk away. The last thing he wanted was to stay stuck in this gamy hell hole, however, as he continued to climb out from under a layer of musky clothing, the lid of the hamper was suddenly thrown open once more. Ryan froze in place, terrified that he had just blown the whole damn operation because of Amanda’s unexpected return. What was she going to say when she found him rooting around in her dirty clothing? How would she react to this little discovery? And what was he going to do to explain things?
WHAM
Ryan’s train of thought was cut off as a massive missile of sweaty cotton descended from the heavens, as Amanda’s work sock crashed into him, immediately soaking him in a thick coat of pungent foot sweat. Ryan spit a mouthful of salty sweat as he regathered his footing, finding himself dangerously close to slipping off of the edge of the clothing pile. However, before he could muster a second shout, Amanda tossed her work shirt on top of the pile before shutting the lid on the hamper, completely oblivious to the plight of her tiny brother.
“Alright Ry, grabbing a quick shower. Please stay somewhere that I can find you and we’ll have nachos and watch a movie.” Amanda shouted, unaware that Ryan was quietly suffering in the stuffy atmosphere of her dirty laundry.
“God fucking dammit!” Ryan shouted loudly to himself as he heard Amanda’s footsteps proceeding out of the room. He decided that this was simply a product of his own piss poor decision making. Sneaking into the room to text his ex, hanging around and watching videos on his phone, and then running and hiding instead of just standing up to his sister. All of it led him right here, trapped in her hamper, sitting on top of an incredibly pungent pair of sweaty socks as if they were his own wax wings; brought low by his refusal to accept this new reality.
Despite how humiliated he felt right now, Ryan made the decision that he simply could not afford to waste time wallowing in this smelly pit. Though he did not intend to pursue this path, Ryan did consider this escape plan earlier and so ultimately his plan did not change at all. The base of the hamper was cutely wickered wood and would provide him with a place to escape through. So now he simply needed to determine a safe way down to the base of the hamper without injuring himself any further.
Walking over to the corner of the hamper Ryan peered down the slope of clothing mountain, unsure of how deep the pit actually was, though he was quite certain that it would lead him all the way to the base. But how was he going to get down quickly? Giving it a moment of thought, Ryan let out a heavy sigh as he came to realize that there was only one obvious solution to his predicament. Digging his fingers into the damp fabric of Amanda’s sock, Ryan mounted the balled up garment as if it were an oversized yoga ball before scooching himself forward and sliding down the slope like a bat out of hell. The terrifying ride was over in an instant as the shrunken man landed with a dull thud at the bottom of the mountain, a spray of sweat soaking his clothes as the impact wrung out the sock.
Slowly, feeling humiliated and defeated, Ryan limped his way out of the base of the laundry hamper, quietly walking his way across the now clear floor of Amanda’s bedroom. By the time that he was nearing the threshold into the hallway, Ryan heard the shower turn off, followed by the loud clattering sound of the curtain being pulled back. Using the last of his energy reserves, Ryan jogged out of his sister’s room, collapsing onto the floor in front of the bathroom door to catch his breath just as the massive wooden obelisk swung open, revealing the titanic blonde
“Oh, Jesus Christ dude. Scared the hell out of me!” Amanda shrieked loudly, her expression of shock quickly giving way to a lighthearted chuckle. “Where the hell were you?” She asked, couching down above him. Ryan watched her pale blue pajama shorts start to ride up her muscular legs as Amanda dropped into a deep squat overhead. Catching himself staring at her monstrous ass, Ryan shook his head and loudly cleared his throat, reclining back on the floor as he struggled to control his labored breathing.
“I uhhh, I was over by the door when you came in. Walking around under the couch. You walked right past by the time I managed to get out.” He lied, hoping to sell her on the idea that she had simply missed him. Amanda raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to the side, trying to reconcile what he was telling her.
“Oh, that’s weird. I looked all around the couch for you.” She replied.
“Yeah, I barely missed you. Then I was just trying to catch up once you walked into the kitchen.” He pressed his luck, praying that he was being vague enough that what he was saying wouldn’t raise too many more questions. Mercifully, Amanda’s expression softened as she nodded her head apologetically.
“Well sorry man, I totally didn’t see you. My bad.” Ryan breathed a sigh of relief as it appeared that he had successfully gotten away with things. He raised an arm and waved Amanda off.
“Don’t worry about it. Not your fault. I’ve gotta get used to getting around on my own anyways. I guess I just forgot how much cardio sucked.” He said, trying to sell his story and hopefully explain his breathless state. Amanda smiled warmly and let out a soft chuckle as she lowered her hand down to her tiny brother.
“No kidding. You were always more of a lifting guy than a cardio guy.” She said, gently pressing her fingertip against his head. “I guess you’ve got some work to do, you’re absolutely soaked in sweat.” She commented, her massive finger gently tugging against his visibly sweat soaked shirt and pants. Ryan chuckled and nodded his head, opting not to tell her that it was more her sweat than his own. “Well, I’m gonna grab the nachos and beer and I’ll meet you in the living room. Get moving trackstar.”
Ryan had to suppress a groan as Amanda rose up from her crouched stance to step over top of him and retrieve her late night snack from the bedroom. He turned his gaze back down the hall towards the living room. On one hand, he was glad that he had managed to get away with sneaking into her room and texting Laura. But on the other hand, the only thing he wanted to do now was bury his face in a pile of greasy nachos and suck down an ice cold beer.
“Better get a move on Ry, or you’re gonna be shit out of luck!” Amanda declared teasingly. He watched her massive bare soles soared over his head as the giantess excitedly skipped down the devastatingly long hallway and disappeared into the living room.
“Fuck me.” Ryan muttered to himself, standing up and following in her footsteps. A dull pain throbbed in his knee with every step he took, but still he pushed himself forward. By the time this was over, Ryan was certain that he’d be able to finish one of those beers all by himself.