Though you awoke to darkness, it took you less than a second to figure out where you were.
From the heavy, fleshy mound squishing down upon you, the faint trickle of sweat clinging to your body, the fact that your inch-tall malleable body was smushed as flat as could be, and the fact that you were jiggling around in a constantly-wobbling manner meant two critical things.
One, you were glued to your wife Brinley's breast. And two, she was awake.
Because she was awake, you wasted no time in twitching and vibrating, hoping to flag her attention as she let out a sleepy yawn and rolled out of bed.
Honestly, it really would've been safer to sleep in your own affected-sized bed, rather than share one with your beautiful, curvaceous, nude-sleeping wife. Brinley already only had a track record of remembering to look for you on 50% of mornings, and then only a 50% chance of finding you before getting dressed. But you just couldn't help yourself. You loved Brinley more than life itself, and had infinite patience for her constant ditzy mishaps. Also, she was really hot, and her plentiful curves were softer than any bed when they squished you with their warmth.
After a minute, your wife let out a cute gasp, finally feeling your tickling sensation. "Whoa! Why the heck is my boob twitching? Oh my gosh, that's so funny!" Brinley laughed, and you winced as she began carelessly poking and prodding at her breast, mashing your body even tighter into her tanned, weighty tit. Through her unintentional onslaught, you continued twitching, until she spoke again. "Or, wait...am I, like, dying? Is this, like, some sort of boob disease?"
With one final twitch, your wife's eyes finally opened fully, her airheaded mind conquering its early-morning-sleepiness. Walking over to the vanity mirror, she spotted your smushed form, let out a gasp, and then giggled.
"Oh, gosh! Of course it's just you, babe! That was, like, really silly of me. Sorry, hun!" Brinley then scraped you free from her tit, planted a sloppy, saliva-filled kiss on your smushed self, and deposited you on the vanity. With a wink, she sauntered off to the bathroom, leaving you to reform.
As your squishy body reinflated, your dug out your clothes from a trunk you and Brinley kept on the vanity, and changed into some pretty catch-all comfy clothes, namely sweats and a plain tee. The clothes clung to your rather curvy frame, but at your one-inch size, that sort of thing never really attracted much attention aside from your wife, and you'd long ago accepted that. You tended to be pretty humble anyway, so it hardly phased you.
When Brinley returned (in very Brinley-common attire, a daringly low-scoop tee that exposed the vast swathes of her gargantuan breasts, and short-shorts that looked practically painted on to her large booty), she scooped you off the vanity, gave you another kiss, and then carried you downstairs from the second-floor of your house to the ground floor, and into the kitchen.
Inside the kitchen, you spotted a glass of orange juice sitting on the counter, right beside a steaming mug of coffee. Even a month after the moment that threw your life out of alignment, you still weren't used to seeing evidence of the presence of more than just you and your wife living in the house.
Brinley set you down on the table and went digging in the pantry for some cereal, so you took a moment to catch your breath and, yes admittedly, admire your wife's ten-out-of-ten butt. Your focus was diverted elsewhere, however, by the thundering sight of a second unaffected walking into the room, the towering giantess looming over you as she snagged her orange juice from the counter, and then re-approached the table.
It was your younger cousin, Carmine.
As Carmine drew near, you watched as, barely noticeably, her eyes flicked onto you, then hastily went away. It was a subtle tell, but it was the only clue you needed to know what your cousin was about to do next. Leaping aside with a startled cry, you just barely avoided being crushed under her orange juice glass, landing in a heap right beside the condensation-dappled drink.
Glancing down at you, Carmine's face flashed with disappointment, but she quickly recovered, giving you one of her trademark shit-eating grins. "Oh, hey, Insectito, didn't see you there. So sorry about that."
You flinched a bit at hearing the demeaning nickname she'd penned for you decades ago, 'Insectito' (itself a crude collision of two different words essentially meaning 'tiny bug'), but otherwise you remained stoic. "Good morning, Carmine. Sleep well?"
You always tried to meet Carmine's nastiness with kindness, as it sometimes killed her mood, but today she was really fired up. Clearly annoyed you'd dodged her first prank, she wasted no time in sneering at you, swiping her hand across the table, and brushing you off with the force of her giant fingers slamming into you. You let out a strained gasp as you flew backwards, toppled over the edge of the table, and landed on one of the empty chairs.
Carmine then hastily claimed the seat opposite the one she'd knocked you onto, and turned to Brinley. "Hey, Brinley, could you grab me some bagels, since you're in the pantry?"
Brinley was not, in fact, in the pantry anymore, but your wife always had boundless love, happiness, and technically naivety to spar for those with ill-intentions, so she let your spoiled cousin play you like a fiddle as she also fixed Carmine's breakfast. Brinley, in a roundabout way, got the last laugh though, as she returned to the table and plopped right down beside Carmine, instead of the seat your younger cousin had obviously intended for you.
Carmine winced. "B-Brinley, you could sit across from me, and--"
"Are you kidding!" Your wife gushed. "I love spending time with you! You're so funny!" Brinley affectionately nuzzled against your cousin, causing her to blush in embarrassment, on the back foot for a change. Brinley then frowned, her confused expression always looking adorably empty-headed. "Say, wasn't Allegra here? Where'd she go?"
"The bathroom, probably." Carmine grumbled, before tearing into her bagel.
Brinley mused for a second longer, then brightened. "Okay, makes sense!" The two girls then began chomping down, while you yourself neared reforming, right on the cusp of conquering one of your cousin's ceaseless cruel pranks for a change.
And then your other cousin walked into the kitchen, and everything fell apart.
Inez strolled in, gave a perfunctory 'hello' to her little sister and sister-in-law, grabbed her coffee, and headed right for the chair you were on. Desperately, you tried to scream up to her, only to find your lungs still flattened and sound-less. So you could only stare, jaw agape, at the sight of your older cousin's monstrously huge ass descending from above to crush you.
As soon as she sat, Inez just barely heard the muffled 'squish' from under her titanic rump, and she frowned. She ground her ass a bit into the seat, smearing your body, and finally realized what had happened. And instead of freeing you, she merely rolled her eyes, sighed, and went right back to drinking her coffee.
And so your three family members enjoyed breakfast for thirty minutes, while you marinated under your older cousin's ass.
*****
"I hope you know," Inez began, as she roughly scraped you off her booty, a half-hour later. "That this is your one and only freebie for the day. I didn't put you on that chair, Allegra, so you should've been able to free yourself. But, just for this moment, I'll let it slide. I won't show a shred of mercy any other time today, I promise you."
Finished monologuing, Inez set you down on the table, a mashed lump of flesh, and walked off. Carmine and Brinley had already left for the bathrooms, leaving you relatively in peace to reform...though with a grumbling tummy for the breakfast you'd been robbed off.
All told, this was a typical morning for you, ever since your cousins had moved in one month ago. The house they'd lived in had been rocked hard by a hurricane, totally flooding everything except for Inez and Carmine's personal belongings. So they'd come to you, and out of the kindness of your heart, you and your wife let them in for the time being...a 'time being' that could very well be permanently, honestly.
Did you regret doing that? No, you were a kind-hearted saint. Was it exhausting and chaotic? Absolutely. Inez was a strict-as-hell drill instructor of a woman who had, for some reason, made it her mission in life to squash, train, and toughen you up without cease. And Carmine was even worse, your younger cousin having deep resentment and jealousy for the life you lived, and taking it out on you constantly with cruel schemes.
Then there was your ditzy wife and her own occasional issues, and the whole mess at your work, the physical therapy clinic Small Stature, Big Heart, which was now going to allow unaffected clients for the first time ever. Your simple life had really turned upside-down lately.
But as you reformed, you pushed those thoughts aside, and thought instead of what the day was going to hold.
1) It's a work day, so you and Brinley are headed to the clinic.
2) It's a day of errands and chores with you and your wife, yet to your dismay Carmine wriggles her way into coming along.
3) It's a day with Inez, and to start you're going with her over to the apartment of her long-time girlfriend, Sloane, and Sloane's younger daughter from a previous marriage, Shaye.
4) It's a big outing day, and all of your friends and family are joining in. Oh boy.
5) It's a pretty special day, actually. But what...?
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