"Thanks again for agreeing to this, dad." Your daughter smiled down at you, though you could tell the sentiment was vaguely half-heartedly. Her attention was clearly more directed at her phone rather than you.
"Sure...thing...Juli." You replied through the mess of your elongated flattened lips. After all, it was a bit difficult to speak given that you were currently a flattened circular disc stuck to the cushion of one of your kitchen chairs. It was, frankly, one of the weirder things that your daughter had ever molded you into, but also one of the least uncomfortable and unobtrusive, so you really weren't in a position to complain.
Instead, you simply allowed yourself to sit there as the younger of your twin daughters, Julianna "Juli" Jacobs snapped photo after photo of you, assuring you that you were the perfect size for her camera app to analyze your position and help her look up the cutest new cushion covers on the internet. It arguably felt a bit demeaning to have your daughter photograph you in such a squished state, but you found yourself simply unable to say "no" to her when she came to you with favors like this. Especially when she already had such a terrible track record of remembering to ask in the first place.
Thankfully, Juli's photoshoot of you only took a few minutes. Less thankfully, your daughter immediately switched to analyzing the photos on her phone, selecting the best ones and editing them to her desired finished state. She was, after all, a social media influencer of some renown, and in recent years she'd shown more and more attention and love to her influencer craft...often to the detriment of your safety and comfort. At least you took her lack of direct attention as a sign that you could begin reforming and actually get on with your morning, seeing as Juli was sitting in the seat beside you and no longer addressing you.
And so you did just that, beginning to will your flattened, malleable affected body to reform...but you paused as you felt the reverberations of someone approaching the kitchen. Flicking your eyes off of Juli and upwards, you caught sight of your beautiful, one-of-a-kind, incredible wife, Marisol "Mari" Jacobs. No matter how many times you laid eyes on her, she never got less unbelievably amazing to admire, and you counted your lucky blessings that you'd landed a lifetime with her each and every day.
You watched as Mari kissed Juli on the forehead and then fixed herself a bowl of cereal for breakfast. Then, she came back towards the table, and you watched in slow motion as her eyes drifted down towards the chair you were on. Yes, true, you were still stuck to the chair and hadn't yet fully reformed, but you'd been pretty confident your wife would spot you before sitting. She had a well-documented history of short-term memory issues and inattentiveness, but with you taking up so much space on the cushion, surely she'd spot you. And, indeed, it seemed as if she was about to...
...until Juli spoke up.
"Hey mom, which sale do you like the best?" Your daughter asked, angling her phone towards your wife but without taking her eyes off of it. "I'm thinking of getting some new seat cushions for us."
"Oh, let me see them, dear." Mari said happily, eyes jumping from almost spotting you to locking onto the phone. She grabbed the back of the chair, pulled it out a bit, and then plopped her considerable booty right down atop you, seconds before you could cry out to her.
The second your wife's ass decimated you, you let out a sigh. It was, all told, another typical morning.
*****
If someone had asked you twenty-two years ago where you saw yourself in the future, you wouldn't have known what to say. You certainly would have had hopes of ending up tying the knot with your long-term girlfriend, Mari, and potentially even raising a family, but you wouldn't have genuinely believed those events to be guaranteed. Not when you were probably the single most unlucky and accident-prone tiny in the entire world. Not with society largely turned against affected-kind thanks to efforts of awful groups like the CTC. Not when your own sister, Jenna Jacobs, made your life a living hell each and every day.
But then, thanks to an unforgettable Paris vacation with Mari and Jenna, everything began to turn around. Jenna had a dramatic change of heart, and you took things to the next level with Mari at a critical apex where your relationship had almost been torn apart. Your mother, Lauren Jacobs, who had long since treated you carelessly and without much thought, reconsidered her actions and apologized profusely. Your girlfriend's mother, Rio Fuertes, eased off of putting so much pressure on you and approved of your bond with her daughter, and your good friend Ashley Parker finally abandoned her misplaced crush on you and ceased her problematic and incident-causing flirting.
The snowball just kept rolling from there. Mari's lifeguard friend at The Oasis and your on-and-off romantic rival, Selena Morrow finally put her own attempts to woo Mari to rest and ended up marrying fellow lifeguard Viola Walker. The two later raised a tiny child of their own, Grace. Jenna fell head-over-heels with a rambunctious affected girl named Piper Brooks, and then Jenna gave birth to a tiny son she named Aiden. Piper's good friends Dodger Campbell and Sydney Stein tied the knot with each other and also a high-energy tiny girl named Rosa, the trio becoming polyamorous.
Alongside all of that, Jenna started a pro-tiny organization known as the Fair Tiny Treatment Foundation, and it picked up a massive amount of support nationwide. In mere years, the FTTF grew by leaps and bounds, and began seriously combating against the CTC for control over public perception of affected-kind. And thanks to a deadly blow by an internal whistleblower, the CTC lost a huge chunk of its authority and power, and the FTTF grew proportionally. It wasn't a perfect world yet, but an amazing step in the right direction.
And, while all that was going on, you and Mari were starting your own family as well. After conceiving with Mari, she gave birth to twin girls that you named Juli (the younger) and Riley (the older). Your lifelong dream of sharing a future and a family with Mari had come true. It wasn't picturesque, of course, and your habitual awful luck never went away. Hardly a day passed where you didn't spend at least a tiny bit of your time squished to someone, particularly your family members. Along with inheriting your wife's beauty and confidence, your children also inherited her memory issues and occasionally obliviousness. Your large group of friends and family also brought their own quirks and craziness to your life.
It was, all told, a fulfilling life...and you honestly wouldn't change a thing.
*****
It took Mari ten minutes to eat her cereal, and when she finally stood up and left the room, you were even more ironed into the seat cushion than you had been before. Mari's ass was, after all, essentially a deadly weapon given your size disparity with her, and your malleable form ached from having to support her the past ten minutes. Each of her massive cheeks had essentially created a crater in your face, and as you slowly started to reform, you hoped it wouldn't take too long.
Beside you, Juli was still sitting there, texting someone or other. You tried to telepathically signal her to just look a foot to her left and spot you, but her eyes remained glued to the screen as she intermittently snapped a pouty selfie to her ravenous fans. It seemed as if she'd already forgotten about you by being caught up in her social media, a common trend with her. Once you reformed, maybe you'd tried to tell her to ease off the phone usage, or maybe--
Your train of thought cut off by the sound of more stomping sounds growing closer and closer, until you saw the toned, compression-shorts-clad glutes of your other daughter, Riley hovering above you. Of course, they only hovered above you for the five seconds it took your daughter to grab a protein bar, a glass of water, and then dropping her meteoric derriere onto your face, crushing you yet again under a familial butt.
It wasn't a surprise, really. Riley had always mentally bore the brunt of inheriting Mari's forgetfulness and inattentiveness, and she'd simply proven incapable of remembering to check for you during her life prior to sitting or stepping or eating. You loved her, of course, and loved your whole family, but Riley's penchant for getting you squashed to her was equal parts legendary and exhausting. This morning was no different, as Riley ate her breakfast for the next few minutes atop you.
Juli finally put her phone down and smiled at her sister. "Morning, Riley. Love the shorts."
Riley was sheepish. "Oh? Thanks, sis. They're really comfy."
Juli stood and moved to leave the room, but then paused. "Oh, also, you're sitting on dad. Forgot to warn you he was there."
Riley paled, and subconsciously squirmed in embarrassment, further smearing her cheeks into your face. "Wh-What?!? Juli, you coulda warned me!"
Juli shrugged. "Sorry, sis!" She whipped her phone out and snapped a photo of Riley in mid-rising from the chair, your butt-imprinted face clearly visible beneath her, and then skipped from the room. Riley, meanwhile, hastily worked on freeing you, apologizing all the while.
Yep...definitely a typically chaotic morning for you.
1) Today, you're spending the day with one of your family members. But who, and what is on the agenda?
2) Today, you're heading out to Weston University for a specific task. But what task is it?
3) Today, you're spending the day with one of your close friends. But who, and doing what?
4) Today, family and friends are coming over, and all of you are going to be spending time together having fun. But doing what?
5) Today, it's a special day. But what kind of special day?
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