“Holy fucking shit this is fucking incredible!” Ryan said, swinging his fist down hard to crack off a large splinter of the corn chip obelisk that he was sitting upon. After shattering off a chip about the size of a dinner plate, Ryan leaned to the side and dragged the crunchy morsel through a large pile of sour cream before rolling over and dipping it in a small river of queso running down off the side of the veritable mountain of nachos before him. With the basics taken care of, Ryan popped back up to his feet and walked towards the remaining bulwark of carnitas nachos. Craning his head toward the sky, he spotted the perfect little cluster of toppings sitting on the edge of a precariously hanging tortilla. “Hey, how bout a little assist?”
Lying down on the sofa, Ryan’s massive sister began to adjust, shaking the plate of nachos that rested on the couch seat beside her. Amanda tilted her head, still chewing loudly on a large mouthful of cheesy, spicy goodness and regarded her tiny brother with a smile. Ryan watched the giantess’ eyes shift over towards the plate of nachos beside her. Rolling over and reaching one arm down to knock a small pile of scattered toppings off of the top of the pile so it would land somewhere that Ryan could reach it. Chopped onions, black olives, pickled jalapenos and small bits of crispy bacon came raining from the sky, landing at the base of Mount Nacho with a wet PLOP. Ryan stepped forward and began piling his oversized chip with all the toppings that he wanted before dunking his hand into a large glob of guacamole and slapping it atop his scrumptious creation.
“You know, I really hate to admit it, but when you're right, you’re right.” Ryan said, bringing the chip to his face and taking a long inhale, savoring the spicy aroma of his late night snack. “This guacamole shit isn’t half bad.” As the small man stuffed a bite of food large enough to satisfy a normal sized person into his gob, he heard the echoing sound of Amanda’s laughter behind him. Ryan couldn’t help but join in the laughter himself, tonight was just too much fun. Here he was, enjoying a literal mountain of awesome, greasy ass comfort food, watching his third favorite action movie and just enjoying life with his best friend.
“What can I say? People should listen to me more often!” Amanda said with a laugh as she scooped a chip the size of a large suv off of the plate and carried it over to her waiting maw. Ryan watched Amanda’s massive tongue wiggle out and accept the heavily loaded chip with glee, disappearing between her plump lips as the giantess began to chew loudly on her morsel. Ryan shook his head and returned attention to his own food, methodically chewing his way through the chip before he felt the sudden urge to wash down his spicy snack. Walking over to the edge of the plate, Ryan hopped down onto the sofa and proceeded over to where he had a small cough medicine cap filled with still moderately cold beer. With a low groan, he lifted the large vessel to his mouth and began drinking like he was a twelfth century viking drinking straight from a damn keg.
“AHHHHHHHHHHH.”
“Mmmmmmm, you called it.” Amanda said, mouth still half full of crushed up corn chips and cheese. Feeling equally thirsty the young blonde reached across the sofa and retrieved the open beer bottle from the floor. As Ryan polished off the last of his beer, he was buffeted by the heat radiating off of his sister’s armpit as she leaned overhead. Moments later Amanda threw her head back, tilting a massive brown bottle of beer upside down and draining what looked like hundreds of relative gallons of the liquid into her parched throat.
“Did I miss your birthday or something?” Ryan asked sarcastically, his eyes helpless drawn to Amanda’s chest as she started to roll on the couch again. “Because correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re not twenty one yet.” Upon hearing his complaints, Amanda shot her tiny brother an unconcerned smirk as she reached down and fetched an unopened beer from the pack on the floor.
“I correct you… you are wrong.” Amanda said snarkily, lifting the bottle up towards her face when she suddenly did something unexpected. Pressing the bottle cap into her eye, Amanda clenched the muscles surrounding her eye socket around the bottle cap before twisting the bottle and releasing the cap with a loud hiss. Ryan watched the bottle cap tumble down from his sister’s face before disappearing into the edge of the cushion. “Ta-da!”
“Hmmmm, gross.” Ryan said flatly, grimacing as he watched the giantess shovel another large mouthful of nachos into her maw before washing it down with another long draught of beer. “Those were supposed to be for me, you know.” Ryan said, raising his cap into the air and shaking it expectantly as he cleared his throat. Amanda rolled her eyes as she lowered the mouth of her drink and poured a flood of lemon shandy into the clear plastic bucket. “And since when do you drink anyways?”
“What are you? A cop or something?” Amanda scoffed, raising the bottle to her lips to take one last swig before returning it to the floor beside the couch. “Newsflash dork, I’m a college student, I’ve had alcohol before.” She sneered playfully, adjusting her massive body so that she could prop her head up with one arm and regard her tiny brother properly. Ryan raised an eyebrow and leaned cautiously towards the edge of the cushion, noting the four remaining bottles still left in the pack.
“Oh, and you’re going to finish off that whole six pack by yourself?” He asked facetiously. “I believe those were intended for me. You know, the LEGAL drinker in the house?” He quipped with a goofy smirk on his face. Amanda shook her head and used one finger to gently prod at Ryan’s tiny body.
“Well I don’t see you helping.” She snapped back tauntingly. “You’re going to finish these off yourself? One capful at a time?” Ryan lazily waved her off, knowing she was right in theory, though it was more an issue of principal at this point.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Go ahead. Take advantage of your brother with the disability.” Ryan said, feigning disappointment with a soft sigh that made Amanda scoff loudly.
“Oh Jesus Christ, it didn’t take you too long to pull that card did it?” She asked, poking Ryan in the stomach with her pinky. “Tell you what. I’ve got a bottle of eight dollar BigSave wine in the pantry. By the time you drink your way through it it’ll probably be thirty year old wine. So… you're welcome.” She said, sticking her tongue out at the tiny man.
“That’s not how that works.” Ryan replied, grimacing at the thought of eight dollar wine. Not that he was any better in college, mind you. But still, it hurt to see his baby sister making the same mistakes that he did. “And eight dollar wine? Goddamn Mands, are you really that broke?” He asked with a chuckle.
“Shut up. Wine can be cheap. It’s super sweet and still gets you fucked up. The future is now old man, we’re done with that piss flavored beer pong beer that you used to drink.” Amanda said, reaching down to the plate, carefully prodding her way through the pile of nachos to select a chip with a hearty amount of toppings.
“Kids these days.” Ryan scoffed with a chuckle. “First they steal your beer and then they disrespect your culture. I never…” His voice trailed off, shaking his head as Amanda let out a slightly piggish snort while she laughed.
“Jesus, alright grandpa. Listen, if you need more beer, I’ll get you more beer.” She bargained, reaching down to take another drink, partially to taunt Ryan and partial to date her thirst. The giantess then rolled her eyes and let out a soft chuckle. “God knows Gino would jump at the chance to do another favor for me. He’s convinced that if he does enough favors for me then I'm going to sleep with him.” The pretty blonde scoffed, laughing at the notion that her attentions could be bought with a pack of domestic beer.
“Who’s Gino?” Ryan asked curiously. Amanda looked down at her brother with an apathetic shrug.
“Just one of the dishwashers at work. Nice guy. Has a wicked crush on me. Practically fell over himself to be the one to go grab me the six pack.”
“Well if he’s a nice guy, you probably shouldn’t lead him on like that.” Ryan said quietly, trying to speak carefully so as not to ignite another conflict with the giantess and sour the night. However, Amanda shook her head defensively in response.
“I’m not leading anyone on. I asked the whole kitchen for a favor and Gino jumped at the chance. He could’ve said no, but he chose to help me out. Whatever he reads from that is not my problem.” She replied, chomping down loudly on another chip. Ryan’s gaze drifted downward, almost involuntarily as he studied his giantess sister’s immense body.
“Well, the way you dress probably doesn’t help the situation. Poor guy probably can’t help himself.” Ryan said with a nervous chuckle. Amanda scoffed and rolled her eyes before returning to Ryan with an annoyed look on her face.
“Oh please. I’m so fucking sick and tired of the idea that it’s so fucking hard for men to exist in the presence of hot women. Like I have a duty to safeguard the frail egos of the men around me, just because I happen to have big tits and flat stomach. If a guy thinks I’m hot and wants to sleep with me, then he can nut up and ask me out. It’s not that hard…” Amanda trailed off when she realized that she was beginning to rant, nearing the point of shouting. Her lips came together to form a thin, pursed line as she swallowed the remainder of her irritated tirade in the interest of a friendly evening. “Besides, I already told you. I dress the way I do because it makes fiscal sense. Alcohol and a low cut shirt means I can afford my rent with enough left over to still enjoy myself. Plus I always tip out the back of house staff. So… you know. Everybody wins.”
“So this Gino guy… has he ever actually, you know… asked you out?” Ryan asked.
“I mean… he’s invited me out to parties with his friends before. And the staff will sometimes go out for drinks and stuff after close and Gino will usually try to convince me to join them.” Amanda admitted.
“How come you don’t go?” Ryan pressed.
“Well, he’s like forty.” Amanda said, trying not to sound like a bitch, though she did feel justified in the fact that she wasn’t interested in a man twice her age. However, Ryan waved his arm and shook his head.
“No, I mean… how come you don’t go out for drinks with the other staff?”
“Oh, I mean. It’s just not my vibe, you know? I don’t really go out to bars unless I’m with my friends. Plus by the time that everyone gets done it’s already midnight and by that time I just want to be home in my bed, just to relax and unwind by myself.”
“Oh, well sorry.” Ryan said sheepishly, his eyes darting over to the clock on the wall. However Amanda just scoffed at his apology.
“Not you, you’re not so bad to be around.” She said playfully, giving him a wink as she continued. “Besides, at this size it’s like you’re not even here at all.” Immediately Ryan thought about his time skulking around her bedroom trying not to be detected. If only she knew how correct her assessment was, Amanda might think twice about letting her tiny brother roam freely around her apartment.
“Heh, guess I’ve got that much to be grateful for.” Ryan said sheepishly. Amanda returned a warm smile and nodded her head, lifting her beer bottle and lowering the mouth towards where her miniature brother stood. The pair of siblings touched their vessels together, causing Ryan to lose a fair bit of beer onto the couch cushion from the unexpected force of Amanda’s tap.
“To your new size!” She cheered, taking another drink before patiently waiting for Ryan to finish so she could top him off once again.
Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrppppppppppp
A loud, bellowing belch caused Ryan to flinch from the sheer force of volume. Afterwards the pair looked at each other for a long quiet moment before breaking out into a fit of raucous laughter.
“Jesus Christ woman! Bring that up again and we’ll vote on it.” Ryan laughed loudly as the bouncing from Amanda’s belly laughter shook the couch, knocking him down onto his ass. The Miller siblings continued to eat, drink, laugh and talk with one another, catching up on all the time together that they’ve missed out on recently.
After another hour of chilling, Ryan was left lying against Amanda’s tummy as the giantess rested her head on the armrest, lazily watching the television as she finished off the remnants of the final bottle of their six pack. Feeling himself beginning to lose the battle against the ever-inviting call to slumber, Ryan popped up onto his feet, stretching his muscles before he began to saunter over to the nacho plate. Furrowing his brow as he reached the edge of the plate, Ryan was disappointed to find that the remnants of their snack was little more than a few sparse chips soaking in a coagulated swamp of queso and salsa. He didn’t much prefer to eat soggy nachos, but with what amounted to about four or five buckets worth of beer, Ryan was eager to add a bit more to his stomach.
“Up we go.” He grunted as he heaved his body up onto the plate. Though he was certainly dealing with a bit of a buzz, Ryan was somewhat surprised by how coherent he still felt. Relative to his new body weight, he drank an absolute shit ton of beer tonight, but he was far from feeling as sick as he might’ve expected. Perhaps it was because of the newfound sturdiness that accompanied his new size. But whatever the cause, Ryan was simply grateful that he wasn’t going to bed as the room spun around him.
WHAM
In the midst of his self analysis, Ryan found himself being roughly knocked forward as something smashed into his back, launching him into the marsh of cheesy tortilla pieces and chopped veggies. As he quickly surfaced from the nacho cheese, Ryan spun around to determine the cause of the attack, finding Amanda’s hand hovering ominously near the edge of the plate. He flicked his gaze up toward his sister’s face, finding her staring blankly at him as he tried and failed to climb his way out of the sticky muck.
“Little help here?” He asked, slightly annoyed about her sudden decision to soak him in cheese. However, when Amanda failed to respond, instead only reacting with a slow smile that began to morph into a loud snorting laugh, Ryan quickly realized that this unfortunate fall was not a result of malicious trickery, but rather from drunken clumsiness. He could see the dullness in her gaze as Amanda slowly reached for him, using two fingers to pluck him out of the cheese before setting him on the side of the plate.
“Jesus. Thanks for that.” Ryan said angrily, pointlessly wiping cheese from his chest. Amanda’s delighted giggles rang out, causing Ryan to look up just in time to watch her massive finger come plowing into his chest, knocking him back into the gooey nachos. “What the fuck?!”
Ryan was stuck in place, unable to free his arms or legs as Amanda slowly reached in and plucked a large, somewhat limp chip out of the cheesy swamp, carrying with it several jalapeño pieces as well as her miniature brother. It appeared that while Ryan had become quite resilient to the effects of alcohol, Amanda wasn’t quite so resilient and that fact was now starting to make Ryan feel a bit nervous.
“Mands, what’re you doing?” Ryan asked nervously as his tortilla chip was raised up into the air and brought before the giantess’ plump lips which curled up into a hungry smile.
“What’s the matter Ry? Stuck?” She asked rhetorically, licking her lips with a giggle.
“Yeah, a little bit. Thanks for that. I’m covered in goddamn… cheese.” He said, forcefully pulling his arm from the muck.
“Mmmmmm sounds delicious.” She said, her words beginning to slur slightly as she lowered the chip into her mouth.
“Hey! Hey!! Not funny!” Ryan shouted, desperately trying to free himself from the tasty morsel. As Amanda opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, she could not suppress her laughter, clearly bemused by the idea of snacking on her tiny brother. However, before Ryan could become plagued by the fear that his sister was genuinely intending to eat him, the giantess plucked him off of the chip before allowing it to drop carelessly into her waiting maw. He watched Amanda crunch loudly on the chip before unceremoniously swallowing.
“Ahhhhhh, sooooo gooood!” She said goofily, snickering as she collapsed her weight backwards, keeping Ryan poised above her head as she laid on her back. While he was grateful to not be sitting in his drunk sister’s stomach, Ryan was still coated in nacho cheese and wasn’t loving it.
“Yeah, yeah, hilarious. Can you put me down now? I need a friggin shower.” He muttered, already feeling the cheese beginning to cool and harden around his legs. Amanda simply responded with another laugh as she started to lick her lips again.
“Alright, I’ll help you out…” She said, her voice suddenly low and soft as she began to lower his body back down to her mouth.
“Uh, Mands? What’re you doing?” Ryan asked nervously as his feet landed on his sister’s giant lips. As the giantess parted her plush lips, her hot breath rolled up past his body, the thick scent of alcohol and Mexican food worming into his nostrils as a massive, wet tongue came wiggling out and lapping against the backside of his legs. “Hey, c’mon! Knock it off! Jokes over!” He pleaded fruitlessly with the inebriated goddess. However, his protests quickly began to lose luster as he was lowered into her waiting mouth.
“Hey hold- ahhhhhhhonnnnnn…” Ryan’s desperate pleas quickly turned into a ragged moan as Amanda began to lick the cheese from his body, leaving only his head and shoulders poking out from between her lips. He wanted to protest, really he did. Amanda was his sister and there wasn’t any way to examine this situation and not realize how freaking weird it was. However, perhaps because of the alcohol flooding his system, Ryan couldn’t help but get lost in the moment. The sound of Amanda’s laughter echoed through his bones as she continued to suck gooey cheese from his skin. “Wait… I nee-” Before he could finish his thought, Amanda sucked hard on his tiny body, causing his head to disappear inside of her mouth. Once fully engulfed in her mouth Ryan found himself being disorientingly washed around in a wave pool of beer tainted saliva as her massive tongue continued to scrub around his body.
With a loud giggle, Amanda brushed her tongue against her brother’s tiny ass before finally opening her mouth and rolling out her tongue, giving Ryan a breath of fresh, untainted air. The candy sized man panted desperately as he laid flat on his back. Unable to square the shame he was feeling against the unbelievably divine sensation of being inside of the giantess’ mouth as she sucked him clean, Ryan simply laid quietly on her tongue, staring up at the ceiling as his mind raced a thousand miles per minute.
“Where the hell is my shirt?” Ryan thought to himself, feeling nothing but bare skin as he laid his hand on his chest. He lifted his head, trying to search for the garment in the cavity of Amanda’s maw, however, he was pretty certain that it had joined the nachos in the depths of her belly. In the face of the sheer absurdity of this situation even Ryan couldn’t help but laugh a deep belly laugh.
“Rinth thycle…” Amanda said sweetly, trying not to disturb the man on her tongue. However, when Ryan looked up towards the ceiling, he was shocked to find the open mouth of a beer bottle headed straight towards him.
“WAITWAITWAIT!” He shouted loudly as he was slowly retracted back inside of the giantess’ still giggling mouth. Helpless to change the situation in any way, Ryan simply watched nervously as the mouth of the beer bottle was brought to rest on Amanda’s lower lip before a seal formed around the glass. As the ass end of the bottle was raised skyward, a veritable ocean of citrus flavored amber pilsner drained inside of his cell. What seemed like hundreds of gallons of slightly below room temperature beer began to pour in around him.
“Oh fuck…” Ryan muttered trying but failing to get a good foothold on the giantess’ wriggling tongue as the chamber around him. As he slipped off of the slimy organ, he landed in a waist deep pool of beer, the sound of Amanda’s giggles reverberating off of the walls of her mouth began to vibrate his eardrums. By the time that he surfaced, a second wave of beer crashed into him, causing him to roll backwards. Panic set in as he worried that he had no idea where the start of Amanda’s throat was and in her current state, there was a very real possibility that she might just forget he was in here and wash him down with the beer.
Finally breaking his head above the surface of the beer, Ryan took a deep breath, listening to the sound of beer draining down the back of Amanda’s throat. Thankfully he managed to avoid a similar fate, remaining precariously perched against her massive tongue until the glass bottle was removed from her lips and Ryan found himself being unceremoniously deposited back into the giantess’ waiting hand.
“There, all clean!” Amanda said with a giggle, flicking her tongue out playfully as she pawed at Ryan’s chest with her thumb. “Better?”
Ryan wheezed heavily as he laid in her palm. Without a doubt he was grateful to be out of her mouth, however, looking back in her face, seeing the eager, playful smile painted across her face… something inside him couldn’t help but feel elated. He began to laugh heartily, somehow enjoying the sheer absurdity of his new life and shortly thereafter Amanda joined in as well, bemused by the sight of her tiny brother laughing his ass off in the palm of her tremendous hand.
“Well…” He said, trying to squeeze a word in between laughs. “I seem to have lost my shirt somewhere in there, but I guess that’s why I have more shirts.” The giantess tilts her hand up, studying him closely with a curious eye before shrugging her shoulders with another drunken giggle.
“Oh… sorry. I must’ve swallowed it.” She said, using her tongue to explore her mouth in search of the lost article of clothing.
“It’s alright, let's just not do that again.” He replied. Amanda nodded sleepily, lowering Ryan down onto the couch before she shifted the plate of dying nachos onto the coffee table. Laying half naked on the couch, Ryan watched the titaness roll overtop of him, nearly crushing him with her chest as she repositioned onto her stomach before scooching down so that she could rest her chin on the cushion in front of her.
“Okay fine.” She mumbled, grabbing the remote and switching off the movie. “But I don’t wanna watch this anymore.”
“Okay… well, maybe it’s time to turn in?” Ryan suggested trying to catch Amanda’s attention as she stared over his head. Unfortunately for him, Amanda was far too focused on the TV to really parse what he was saying. “I mean… I’m feeling pretty drunk. I think I swallowed like a damn gallon of beer inside your mouth. And I KNOW you’re wasted.” He said with a chuckle. However, it was at that exact moment that Amanda happened to tune back into the conversation as she settled onto a channel playing loud pop music.
“I’m not drunk. You’re drunk.” She said, not realizing just how loudly she was being defensive. The tiny many covered his ears, instantly backing down, as he was smart enough not to pick a fight with a tipsy giantess.
“JESUS! Alright, alright.” He declared, stepping back from Amanda’s devious smile and predatory gaze. “If you’re so sober, why don’t you do a handstand? You used to love that gymnastics shit.” He said, smirking as he recognized that look of willful determination on her face.
“I can TOTALLY do a fuckin handstand.” She shouted excitedly, the thick stench of alcohol on her breath betraying that very sentiment. Without needing any further encouragement, Amanda hoisted her body from the couch and planted her hands on the floor before kicking her socked feet high into the air overhead. Ryan laughed, both amused and impressed at the amount of coordination that she was managing to show off. However, his enthusiasm for the situation quickly died off as Amanda tripped slightly, rotating her body and leaving Ryan in the looming shadow of her perky, pajama clad ass. “Oh… Nonono wait…” He took three steps back as it began to look like that giant peachy bottom was about to come crashing down on top of him
“Whoa…fuck!” Amanda’s arm began to give out, causing her to topple sideways. Thankfully this imbalance did not result in the shortest of the Miller siblings being crushed undercheek. Instead, Amanda wound up on the floor and Ryan nearly busted a stitch laughing at her slipup.
“Hang on!” She shouted from the floor, quickly springing back up onto her hands. The momentum of her ascent quickly proved to be a non-starter for the handstand. She began tipping forward, unable to readjust her trajectory until her arms bumped into the coffee table, causing her to fling forward and land her ass right on top of the plate of soupy nachos.
“OH! Holy shit!” Ryan shouted, his laughter dying down in the face of his sister’s accident.
“Fuck… my butt’s all wet.” She complained, rolling off the side of the table and turning to inspect her now cheese covered butt. Bits of chip and black olive slowly dropped down off of her shorts and Ryan could feel a powerful laugh welling up inside of him. “I gotta get changed.” She grumbled, scampering out of the room, delicately rubbing the back of her head as she began to peel off her soiled shorts before she even made it to the hallway.
“Jesus Christ…” Ryan said softly, shaking his head in disbelief. Despite the large stain splattered across both cheeks, the tiny man couldn’t peel his eyes off of her round cheeks as she sauntered away, finally breaking the spell only as she turned the corner and disappeared into the hall. Left alone with nothing but the now noticeably loud hit song of some pop-punk artist that Ryan didn’t recognize, he began to saunter around the couch, heading over to his medicine cap beer mug. With a disappointed scowl he gently nudged the bucket with his foot. Unfortunately he had drained the last of it prior to Amanda popping him into her mouth and she never bothered to top him off. “Hmmmm.” His train of thought was snared on that particular encounter with his sister’s giant tongue. He knew he should be grossed out about the whole thing, but right now all he could think about were her lips, how they looked as she licked them, preparing to treat him like a little snack.
“Fuck… I’ve gotta be more careful.” He muttered to himself. He hadn’t considered the consequences of his mountainous caretaker throwing her inhibitions to the wind. It was bad enough that he couldn’t help himself form staring at her massive tits or her giant fucking ass all the time. His shame kept him in check, but if Amanda lost her sense of self, there wasn’t going to be much he could do about it. “Oh…. shit.” Another sudden thought hit him like a freight train, causing Ryan to nervously inspect his surroundings. Thinking about her ass had made him realize that she had managed to sit on him twice now, stone cold sober. This couch was the last goddamn place he needed to be right now.
“Fuck!” He shouted, not realizing that Amanda had already returned until he saw her turning the corner into the living room. Ryan was paralyzed, unable to stop staring at the colossal blonde’s long, smooth legs as she walked back over to the couch. Mercifully, Amanda did not simply turn her back to Ryan and drop her rear end on top of him, though she was a bit more reckless than he would’ve liked as she flopped onto the couch onto her belly. Feeling her energy reserves beginning to hit critical levels, Amanda let out a heavy sigh, resting her chin on her hands right in front of Ryan’s tiny body. The pair of siblings stared at each other for a good long moment, quietly studying one another. Amanda inspected the surprisingly discernable musculature of her tiny brother now that he was so close to her eyes. Ryan, stared deeply into the peerless, shining pools of crystalline blue color that wrapped around her inky black irises. He smiled, stepping forward to playfully punch her puffy pink lip.
“Take a picture dork, it’ll-”
BUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP
Ryan was completely blindsided as what could only be described as the single most inhumanely large belch blasted out of Amanda’s mouth, flinging him back several yards in a cloud of hot, beer stinking breath. His eyes watering from the potent stink of the giantess’ heinous burp, Ryan let out a small yelp before covering his nose and fanning his hand desperately before his face. Seeing this unfold, Amanda couldn’t help but start to laugh jubilantly, rolling to the side and very nearling spilling off of the couch as a result.
“Fucking hell woman, that’s a goddamn violation!” Ryan shouted, crawling backwards on his butt as he tried to put some more space between himself and the source of the burp. He intended to continue chastising the young goddess, only he was stopped as he looked up to find Amanda’s tits nearly spilling out of her loose fitting top as she rode out the fits of laughter. “What are you…” His voice trailed off, mesmerized by the sight of her perky tits, jiggling with each and every giggle that rose from her chest. By the time that Amanda finally settled back down and rolled onto her stomach again, Ryan was ignorant to the fact that the giantess was once again staring directly at him.
“Are you staring at my tits?” She asked, causing Ryan to turn pale as his breath caught in his throat. All around him the world seemed to collapse away as Amanda’s gaze turned to iron, bearing down on him like the weight of the sun. As he tried to rebuff the accusations, he struggled to get the words out, terrified that something he said would only serve to anger the titaness.
“N…no…no. I… no, of course not.” The tiny man continued to trip over his words as he slowly tried to back away from the giant woman. Several agonizing seconds tick away as Amanda raises an eyebrow curiously. For a time it seemed as though this torture would endure for the rest of time, but eventually Amanda’s somewhat stern, unreadable face gave way to a a boisterous fit of laughter.
“PFFFFTTTTTTBWWWWAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Amanda’s laughter erupted out of her like a volcano, her deep chortles shaking the couch violently as she reveled in the awkward pleas of her itty bitty brother. “Relax you little perv, I’m totally fucking with you.” She said, her words emerging slowly with just a hint of a drunken drawl. On one hand, Ryan was grateful that he no longer seemed to be trapped in the hot seat. However, on the other hand, he was a little bit nervous about the fact that she was now hoisting her chest off of the couch and pressing her sizable mammaries together.
“Do you think…” A small burp erupted from her throat, wafting over Ryan as she gently jostled her massive tits. “Do you think that… if I got a little bitty boyfriend, would he like playing with my titties?” The question hit Ryan over the head like a hammer. Social taboo or no, it was just about impossible to avoid watching the show unfolding before him. Amanda stared down at her own tits, jiggling them delicately and enjoying the way that they bounced around.
“I… yeah. I’m sure that…” Ryan felt his mouth run dry, gazing into the warm, inviting canyon between her breasts. It was difficult to imagine a man… or anyone for that matter, not enjoying what she was suggesting. “I’m sure any guy would have a hell of a good time with my giant sister.” He placed a fair amount of emphasis on that last word, hoping to remind Amanda that they were, in fact, related. However, instead of seeing clarity behind her eyes, Ryan saw only one thing when the giantess snapped her attention back onto him; mischief.
“I wanna try something…” Amanda said, heaving her massive torso off of the couch and plucking Ryan up between two fingers so that when she sat up with her back against the armrest, he wouldn’t be squashed beneath her. Instead the miniature man found himself dangling precariously overtop of the bosom of his titanic sister. “Buh-bye!”
“NO AMANDA WAIT!” Ryan screeched as he entered freefall, landing a moment later in the giantess’ cleavage. Thankfully Ryan managed to avoid sliding all the way down the front of Amanda’s shirt, however he only managed to do so by getting wedged between the soft curves of her breasts. He looked up to find Amanda staring down at him with a toothy smile, her neck producing an extra chin from the way that she had to tuck her chin to look at him. “What the hell are you doing?” He shouted, growing even more nervous as he watched her massive hand move into position above his head.
“Hang on, I wanna see somethin’.” She cooed, lowering her index finger until it was pressing against Ryan’s face. The tiny man’s cries were immediately muffled as he was plunged down into Amanda’s cleavage until only his head and shoulders remained out in the open. Thankfully the massive pillar of flesh pressing down onto his face was quickly shifted away once the giantess was satisfied with his effective entrapment. However, Ryan barely had a second to conjure up another complaint before Amanda grabbed ahold of her chest and began vigorously shaking them around.
“WAIT! AMANDA WAIT!” Ryan cried out, losing the light as he slipped further and further down between Amanda’s tits. In the span of a second Ryan had lost all perception of the world around him. Everything around him, the whole world, it was all Amanda. He got lost in the smell of her skin, the intoxicating miasma of perfumed sweat worming into his nostrils and sending his libido into overdrive. Not to mention the fact that with each bounce of her massive tits was forcing his dick to rub against his leg inside his pants. Despite his silent protestations, Ryan found himself sporting an erection, hoping and praying that she wouldn’t notice his member poking into her skin.
Thankfully the bouncing and jiggling came to a stop before Ryan jizzed all over himself. Amanda reached two fingers down into her cleavage and plucked out the tiny intruder. She lifted him up to her face, giving him a quick study and a smile before lowering him back down on top of her right breast.
“So, how was that?” She asked. “Think that's a ride that your tiny friends would like?”
“Uhhh… yeah… I guess.” Ryan muttered, trying hard to adjust his pants in a way that would hide his erection from her sight. “But it's hard to form an opinion on it since ya know… it's my sister’s boobs and all.” The titanic blonde simply rolled her eyes at his grievance, not feeling the same amount of shameful taboo regarding the nature of their unusual relationship.
“Oh calm down.” She huffed, her breath washing over him in a fog of hot, beer-stinking air. “They’re just boobs.”
“No… they’re my sister’s boobs. One of very few sets of boobs that I really would prefer not to interact with at all.” Ryan asserted, not sure why he was the only one who seemed to feel this way. “I mean, if you really just-”
“Oh my god, I love this song!” Amanda shouted, cutting off her brother and leaping off of the couch. Ryan wasn’t sure that he would ever get used to the sensation of such a rapid change in elevation. He was grateful that Amanda was at least coherent enough to wrap him up in her clammy hand, rather than just letting him tumble down to the floor, but the ascent was still incredibly jarring inside of the giantess’ closed fist.
“GAH! AMANDA CAN YOU-” Ryan tried to shout to his massive sister as she finally opened her hand, however he was quickly drowned out by the sudden swell of the music as Amanda turned up the volume on the TV. “AMA… A… AMANDA!!!” He screeched as loudly as his miniature lungs could muster. Unfortunately he was simply no match for the decibels being output by the large soundbar at the base of the television. And trying to wave to get the buzzed giantess’ attention was an inane endeavor, since it took every ounce of his strength to simply hold onto her hand as she waved her arms freely to the beat of the music.
Jump up the jam, Jump it up
While your body's bumpin
And the jam is jumpin
Amanda’s massive fingers coiled around him subconsciously as she raised her hands over her head, shutting her eyes and rocking her body around the living room. Ryan was beginning to feel like there was barf in his immediate future if something did not intervene in this fresh type of torment. In a vain attempt to get Amanda’s attention, the small man began kicking and punching against the thick skin of her palms, pleading loudly for reprieve,
“AMANDA PLEASE!!!!” He screeched. Mercifully, then next time that the mountain sized woman opened her hand, she was gently depositing her tiny brother onto the armrest of the couch. “Tha… thank you.” He said between ragged pants. Amanda simply smiled and blew him a kiss before going back to her little dance. While Ryan sat and collected himself, he watched quietly as Amanda continued to enjoy the song. With the return of the chorus, the curvy blonde sang half heartedly, swinging her hips and running her hands up and down her body, unwittingly putting on one hell of a show for her shrunken sibling.
“Jesus Christ…” Ryan muttered, hypnotized by the display of irresistible sexual charisma. Fuck. A familiar twinge of excitement caused things to start stirring once again in his pants; though this time, given Amanda’s insistence on the fact that nothing she was doing was weird, Ryan decided that he didn’t feel like wallowing in shame tonight.
“Ryyyyyyaannnnnnnn… come dance with me!” Amanda pouted, spinning around and leaning her chest overtop of the couch’s armrest. No longer wanting to be inhibited, Ryan shrugged his shoulders and climbed back to his feet, awkwardly bobbing up and down, dancing how he always did in clubs or bars. Seeing him starting to dance, Amanda’s face lit up with glee, causing her to squeak loudly and start dancing again alongside her tiny brother. When the song came to a stop and the next one began, Amanda didn’t slow her pace at all. Instead she continued to turn, giving Ryan a great view of her peachy rear with every spin and mesmerizing him with each bounce of her cheeks. Eventually the dancing turned into strictly twerking as Amanda began to back up closer and closer to the couch.
“Hey hey… alright. Yeah!” Ryan cheered quietly, still unable to pull his eyes off of the massive cheeks of his gargantuan sister as they bounced before him. “Woo! Alright! Hey… woah, hold on. Amanda…. Wait, Amanda!”
“Woah, shit!” Amanda cried out, feeling a sudden bout of dizziness and stumbling backwards. Thankfully she managed to catch herself without dropping flat onto her face, although Ryan was noticeably less grateful as his sister’s twin moons came crashing down on top of him. “Bahahahaha!” Amanda erupted with drunken laughter as she slid backwards onto the couch, completely unaware that her miniature brother was wedged in the crack of her ass.
“Amanda!? Little help?” Ryan shouted. He was plunged deep enough between her cheeks that the sheer pressure exerted from the weight of the two globes was more than enough to prevent him from escaping on his own. Bunched up folds of her soft, cotton pajama shorts encroached around the little amount of light that penetrated her crack as Amanda began to wiggle her way down the couch, finally losing the battle against her body’s call to rest.
“Mmmmmmm dizzy. Need to lie down.” She muttered to no one in particular, snuggling up against one of the pillows on the couch as she rolled onto her stomach. For a moment, Ryan was worried that he was going to be stuck in between the giantess’ cheeks all night when her butt dragged down onto the couch cushions. However, once he could see the open air outside of her crack, Ryan breathed a sigh of relief and began wiggling his way out.
“Amanda? Mands? Hey?! Amanda, I’m in your butt! Little help please!” He shouted, desperately trying to pull his way towards the surface. However, once he managed to get his head out of her ass, Ryan heard the soft snoring coming from the far end of the couch and realized that the giantess had finally fallen asleep. He was on his own now.
For the next fifteen or so minutes, Ryan inched his way free from Amanda’s butt, paranoid of moving too quickly and disturbing the giantess’ slumber. The last thing that he needed was to make her think he was some sort of irritant and mindlessly send a hand back to deal with his intrusion. He recalled the decimated plate of nachos and the entire six pack of beer that were going to be spending the remainder of the evening inside Amanda’s gut. Running the risk of getting pushed in deeper and winding up on the wrong side of her shorts after she picked a wedgie was simply not on his bingo card for this evening. Thankfully he managed to free himself from the giantess’ grip without any incident, though it did leave him completely drained.
“Jesus Christ Mands…” He gasped, crawling his way up to the peak of her right butt cheek before flopping down on his stomach. His body sunk into the soft squishy cheek, her skin welcoming him like a fluffy down mattress as he nuzzled into the warm globe of flesh. He laid there on the skin of Amanda’s cheek, using the fuzzy hem of her high riding pajama shorts as a makeshift pillow, promising himself that he’d head off to find somewhere safe to pass out. He just needed… “one more minute…” He mumbled as he drifted off to sleep.