(Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
You mentally groaned. It was gonna be one of those days, huh?
"Oh, Matt! I'm so sorry! I didn't even see you sitting there." Lauren whined, stomping her foot in frustration. That single stomp sent a quiver through her body, jostling you around even more.
"Hold up, mom!" Jenna bit back a laugh, pausing to adjust her glasses. "Stop moving and I'll finish peeling him off!"
Lauren froze. "Oops. Sorry."
With practiced precision, Jenna slid her fingernail in the thin gap between your crushed body and your mother's skin, and peeled you free like a little sticker. Left as a flat blob, Jenna sat back in her seat at the kitchen table while keeping you hooked to her fingernail. From one crushed eye, you could just barely make out the image of your mother flashing you a sympathetic smile, before she turned and went back to the fridge to fix herself a glass or apple juice.
Suddenly, your world titled, and you found yourself staring at your younger sister's giant face. The pleasantly casual smile morphs into one of expectant, cruel joy, as she puckers her lips and leans closer. With a slight gasp, your sister sucks in air and then blows a powerful steady stream of gusting breath at you, the scent of her cherry mouthwash overwhelming. Your tiny body flapped in the breeze, before finally detaching from her finger just long enough to see Jenna wink at you before you began spiraling away.
Floating around aimlessly, you spun head over heels, unable to control your direction as your tiny body danced across the kitchen table, skidding along the slick surface. Your momentum not stopping, your body was carried right over the table's edge, until it smacked against the backing off a wooden chair. Slowly, you drifted down the chair's back, settling onto the seat itself. As the seat was mildly indented to enhance comfort, your tiny body sank from the back edge right into the middle of the chair. Your mother's chair, to be specific.
Sure enough, a second later and the towering form of Lauren came into view, glass of juice in hand. Right as her eyes were about to drift downwards, Jenna spoke up, stealing your mother's attention away with a conversation starter. Not looking at all at what lie under her, Lauren simply grabbed the chair, moved it back from the table, and then plopped her gargantuan tanned buttocks onto the seat, and onto you, pulverizing you instantly...for the second time in three minutes.
*****
Your name is Matt Jacobs, and you've been a tiny since birth, and live with your mother and sister in Oakland, Maryland. You have all of one-inch of height to your name. Well, that, and the unique squishy and stretchy properties all tinies share. You've made it work, more or less, even though you have infamously awful luck. Life seems to be out to screw you over every chance it gets. Sure, you've got a loving mother, an incredible girlfriend, supportive friends and family, a college degree, and a few parttime jobs you've bounced between. Compared to some tinies you've heard of, you can't really complain. Still, you wish life would cut you just a bit of slack.
Most of your terrible life situations stem from Jenna, your younger sister. You're not sure if it's exactly an inferiority complex, some sort of inherent sadism, or something in between, but Jenna makes it her daily mission to screw you over for her own amusement. Somewhere deep in her heart, you can tell that she still loves you like a brother, but she sure goes out of her way to make it difficult for you to love her back. She'll do anything and take advantage of anyone to put you through the wringer, and into the most embarrassing, painful, and humiliating circumstances imaginable. Her favorite targets are your girlfriend (Marisol), your girlfriend's mother (Rio), her own best friend (Ashley), and your semi-famous aunt (Cass). And, of course, your mother, Lauren.
Your mother used to be your guardian angel, and your brightest beacon of hope day after day. Unfortunately, as a moody teen, you just couldn't see it that way. Your mom always protected you, kept you safe, rescued you from harm, and almost never was responsible for crushing or squishing you. However, you saw it as her being overprotective, overbearing, and clingy. Wanting to prove yourself a man, you insisted she stop coddling you and treating you like a kid, and your mother agreed. As if a switch was clicked in her head, she honored your wishes to stop being so abundantly careful and attentive around you...and it had disastrous results. Overcompensating for years of stressful care over you, Lauren swung hard in the opposite direction, now barely being observant around you, and finding more humor in your humiliating circumstances than concern. Obviously, she didn't love you any less, she just genuinely believed this is now how you wanted her to act.
Take this morning, for instance. You'd woken up without incident, made it from your bedroom to the kitchen without incident, and fixed yourself a small meal without incident. But, you'd let your guard down, and Jenna had gotten the jump on you, squishing you and throwing you onto your mother's chair right before she sat. Thankfully, Lauren stood after a minute, having felt you, and asked Jenna to peel you off. Not without giving a quick laugh at how quickly you'd ended up under her butt, having almost set a new speed record. But, of course, the moment Lauren turned her back, Jenna whisked you right back onto Lauren's chair...and why would your mom think you'd end up under her TWICE in the span of minutes?
You mentally groaned again. Yeah, it really was gonna be one of those days.
*****
Breakfast took another twenty minutes, of which you spent the entire time buried under your mother's ass. She hadn't yet gotten dressed, and was only wearing skimpy underwear, so you spent the whole time crushed under her hot and heavy bare skin. Lauren twisted and turned several times, clearly enchanted by some story Jenna was telling, and each twist of her gargantuan booty further smeared you against her flesh. She obviously didn't feel you at all, and merely laughed and ate along with her daughter, having apparently not noticed your absence.
You finally caught a break when she stood to put her dishes away, revealing you once more to the fresh air of the world. Jenna smirked at your predicament, snapped a quick pic of your smushed body for future amusement, and then leaned forward, ripping you off your mother's butt cheek with a quick snap.
Lauren cried out in surprise, hopping back and turning around, startled. Jenna simply held out your flattened form.
"I think you brushed him off the table and back onto your seat when you got your juice." Jenna explained. Lauren put a hand on her chest and laughed.
"Oh, really? Goodness, I'm sorry, Matt." Lauren giggled. "We just aren't having the best luck today, are we?"
Flattened, you couldn't respond, and you could sit mutely as Jenna dropped you onto the table and helped Lauren put away the dishes and clean up. You weren't exactly sure why Jenna freed you when she could have left you smeared onto Lauren's ass cheek for the rest of the day, but the knowledge did not bode well. Desperate to avoid further mishap, you put all of your energy and focus into reforming, and managed to pop back to normal after a few minutes, just as your family finished tidying up. Thankfully, your clothes were still intact.
Lauren peered down at you with a soft smile. "Good morning, Matt! Eventful day so far, huh?" She teased, sharing a laugh with Jenna.
You shrugged, trying to laugh off the humiliation of being buried under your mom's bum twice in one morning. "Uh...yeah! Yeah, eventful." Your gaze drifted, as you suddenly remembered that you were going to do something today. What was it again?
Jenna snapped her fingers, drawing your attention back to her. "Earth to Matt. You zoned out, dude. Already forget what today is, huh?" She smirked, the light glinting off of her glasses. "You're lucky to have me around. I'll remind you."
You gulped. Feeling a sense of dread. Surely today was just going to be a normal day...right?
What exactly is your future on this day?
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