This choice: Tiny in the Cushing's House(Reserved) • Go Back...Chapter #6Tiny in the Cushing's House by: Haro-Haze   As Jordan approached Sarah's house, he kept looking at the device in his hand. Would it really work? It seemed insane. But then again, so much of the last two years had seemed insane. Was a device that could shrink people really any crazier than the fact that he was an alien?
His plan was simple. He'd shrink himself using the device behind the bush next to their front door. Then he'd sneak inside, find Sarah, tell her everything, and have her retrieve the device and regrow him. Then Mrs. Cushing wouldn't have any reason to have him stay away from Sarah anymore because she'd know the whole secret.
He snuck up behind the bush and placed the device on the ground. Then he took a deep breath and pushed the button.
It worked just as advertised. A beam of green light shot out of it for only a moment, striking Jordan. In an instant, he was bug-sized, standing in the garden. He steeled his resolve and leaped onto the step leading up to the door. He was now small enough to crawl under it.
The small Half-Kryptonian boy dove underneath the door, using his enhanced strength to break apart a small piece of gravel that would have been an obstacle for an actual bug his size.
"I'll have to remember to patch that hole once I tell Sarah the truth," Jordan said, getting ahead of himself.
His tiny frame exited on the other side of the door, completing the first phase of his three-step plan, infiltration, allowing him to focus on the next step, which was to locate Sarah and get her to notice him.
He walked forward into the Cushing household, taken back by the scale of everyday items. "Might have made myself a little too small." he thought out loud as he passed a shoe rack. Sarah's dad had moved out at this point, so it was only women's shoes, each the size of a firetruck, if not a little bigger.
He could see a detailed imprint of Lana's heel through the hole in her flats, making the tiny 15-year-old boy a little nervous about what the towering mayor might do to him if she caught him sneaking around her house.
Unfortunately, Lana's footwear didn't even compare to her daughter Sarah's boots, which now stood over seventy feet tall each over Jordan's miniscule body, making him feel more and more like a bug compared to the household inhabitants. The top of his head didn't even reach the canopy of her toe cap.
"I really hope this wasn't a bad idea." Jordan thought to himself, realizing how much bigger Sarah must be than him at that exact moment, somewhere in the house.
However, neither his girlfriend's nor her mother's footwear sent a chill down his spine in the way that Sophie's sneakers did as he crossed paths with the 9-year-old's turned-over white Skechers, which had turned a dull grey over the last year she'd been wearing them. The opening had been turned towards him, allowing him to peer inside a see the worn-away label that read "Sk_c_er_ Size U_-_!", surprised to see that some of the letters, as well as the younger girl's shoe size, had been erased almost entirely by her foot.
Jordan swallowed the spit catching at the back of his throat, assuring himself that it was too late to turn back. Not when he'd already come this far. All he needed to do was avoid Lana and Sophie, and his plan could still succeed. However, one of those two would prove harder to avoid as an ominous and foreboding shadow eclipsed Jordan's entire body.
Startled, Jordan turned his neck quickly, focusing his gaze upwards at a ninety-degree angle as his girlfriend's skyscraper-sized younger sister turned the corner, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt but without socks.
"Sophie! Down he-!" he yelled as the colossal girl's bare foot came crashing onto the carpet, cutting his sentence short.
Jordan was pinned to the ground, completely pinned beneath the giant foot as Sophie paused to stand on him unknowingly.
"Where are you going Soph?" Lana asked. Even under a giant foot, Jordan's hearing was good enough to make out the conversation.
"Just outside to play. I want to practice jump roping." Sophie said, before sitting down on a stool next to the shoe rack.
Jordan gasped in air as she lifted her foot, only to find he was stuck to it. The slightly sweaty skin and high pressure had adhered him to her. And based on what she just said about jump roping, the underside of her foot was about to be a very dangerous place to be.
Jordan saw the opening of a sock appear above him, and knew he had to move quickly to avoid being trapped inside. In a burst of panic managed to detach himself, pushing off and shooting away from her foot at max speed, no care for where he was headed. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Sophie finish pulling the sock over her foot, and knew he'd avoided aa terrible fate. When he turned forward again though, he saw something his gaze had lingered on many times: Sarah's breasts.
He crashed headlong into the front of Sarah's right boob, his impact cushioned by the soft fabric of her shirt and the fleshy hill underneath. Her boob absorbed his momentum as he sunk into it for a second, and then it threw it back at him, bouncing him up and off her boob and back into the air.
Still reeling from the collision with Sarah's breast, Jordan didn't know exactly where he was. He was floating in the air, rubbing his head, when he noticed he was still in front of Sarah, now at eye level. And her eyes were locked directly on him.
"Sarah, don't freak out." Jordan started to say, hopefully not loud enough for her sister to hear. Unfortunately, it wasn't loud enough for Sarah to hear either.
"Ugh, how'd a bug get in here." Sarah said, before swinging her hand at it.
Jordan feebly threw up his arms, but there were no match for Sarah's strength. Her palm struck him directly, knocking back his arms before launching him like a rocket across the room. He was angled downward, but moving back first, meaning he saw Sarah rapidly retreating while he headed towards the unknown.
His landing was surprisingly gentle. As he gasped in surprise and relief, he recognized the upholstery of the Cushing's couch. He had landed safely on a couch cushion, the first bit of luck he'd had since he entered the house. This might be harder than he'd thought.
His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden eclipse of the rooms light. A shadow had overtaken him, and when he looked to see what caused it, he gulped. This was bad.
It was Mrs. Cushing's butt. She was standing over him, ass clad in tight sweat pants, and from the looks of it, he was in her seat.
"No no Mrs. Cushing wa-"
WHUMP
Jordan was buried under Lana's sweat pants covered butt. He soon realized he had ended up right under her butt crack, pressed against her sweatpants from the sides and from above as her massive round cheeks settled into the couch cushion. Her cheeks embraced him in a sort of one-sided hug as they closed around him, creating a warm, soft, but inescapable prison for the tiny half-Kryptonian.
Up above, Lana was totally unaware of the tiny teenager she was sitting on. She was just happy to be off of her feet after doing some cleaning, and so she put them up on the ottoman and sat back, comfortable and relaxed.
Jordan experienced this as her cheeks squeezing him more tightly. Her butt seemed to officially claim him as she settled in, glutes tightening around him. If he'd had any hope of escape before, it was certainly gone now.
Jordan's plan was not going well. He'd barely been inside his ex-girlfriend's house for a minute before being stepped in by her sister, swatted out the air by her, and sat on by her mother. That was about as close to failure as he could get without dying. At the very least, he knew he could take some serious punishment at this size. Still, it was hard not to be discouraged as he remained pinned under the woman who had forced him to stay away from Sarah in the first place. He didn't dare move, knowing that if she found him he'd be in a lot of trouble. He could easily end up spending a long time as Lana's cushion.
What happens next?
1. Lana finds him under her butt, and is pissed when she realizes that this was clearly a plan to get to Sarah.
2. Lana doesn't notice him, and he is carried to the kitchen between her cheeks when she eventually gets up.
3. Lana schooches over, only for Sarah to sit down next to her, leaving Jordan pinned between the two women's giant hips.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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