With an earth-shaking groan, Mary stirred. Her eyelids fluttered as her giant hand slammed down on the pillow. Suddenly, she catapulted herself upwards, launching her tiny twin up with her. Jamie landed hard on the soft matress while his enormous sister stretched and yawned. He looked around, and saw a massive wall of fabric in front of him -- Mary's butt. Meanwhile, Mary twisted back to mutter "Morning, Jamie ... Jamie?" Her rear slid gently back on the soft matress, and she unawaredly covered her much littler twin.
Jamie fully expected to be crushed, but found himself impossibly alive, if also a bit cramped. His twin's rear slowly pressed into him, but the soft mattress absorbed the worst of it, leaving him uncomfortably forced against Mary's warm posterior instead of a blood stain the size of a pin-prick on her underwear.
Unaware of her tiny brother's position, Mary stood up and began to get dressed, taking Jamie with her. As she forced on her jeans, Jamie felt the static cling that kept him on his twin's rump starting to fail. Beside him, nestled in the crack of her butt, was a tiny tear too small for any normal-sized person to notice. But as he wriggled towards it, his giantess hostess started her inexorable walk towards her seat in the kitchen to have breakfast. What happens to poor Jamie?
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