“A day of shopping with two of my favorite ladies! What could be better?” Brinley beamed as she reached towards the center console to grab herself a pair of sunglasses. Sliding them over her gorgeous face, she flipped down her sun visor and checked how they looked, all the while she wiggled in the driver seat, her bountiful proportions hugged by the leather cushions. Carmine responded in kind with a warm smile that would have looked blatantly disingenuous to you, but in the eyes of your airheaded wife it was totally sincere.
“Alright babe, you pick the music toda--” Brinley started to say as she tried to peer down at her shoulder where she believed that you still were.
“Uhhh actually Brinley, you mind if I choose the tunes today?” Carmine interjected before your wife could finish. The drive to the mall was no more than 20 minutes, but Carmine would have hated to see such a delightfully horrible situation for you go to waste by having Brinley notice your position too quickly.
“Sure! Just turn it up!” Brinley responded while sticking the key in the ignition and revving the car to life and backing out of the driveway.
As you laid flattened into a two-dimensional disk underneath the overwhelming weight of your wife’s massive ass cheek, feeling the slightly rough texture of her short shorts smear you into the warm, sticky leather of the driver’s seat, you would be lying if you had said that this wasn’t something you expected. Hell, you getting crushed under Brinley’s ass hadn’t even required any interference from your demonic cousin at all. Brinley’s own clumsy, ditzy nature had caused that all on its own. Getting utterly squashed by your wife with alarming consistency was something that you had long grown accustomed to over the years, but having Carmine put salt in the wound by intentionally distracting Brinley at every turn was frankly an added layer of torture that you really didn’t need. Maybe someday you could convince your wife that Carmine truly was out to torture you at every turn, but Brinley’s happy-go-lucky nature combined with her incessantly positive outlook made it practically impossible to convince her that anyone, let alone your own cousin, was that evil. But as usual, your swirling thoughts about the harsh reality of your life were quite literally crushed out of your mind, as Brinley hit a small pothole, sending her massive booty no more than an inch in the air, before landing and completely decimating your one inch tall body.
Brinley furrowed her eyebrows as she felt a nearly imperceptible irritation under her ass cheek after hitting that pothole. She took a moment to wriggle her ass cheeks deeper into her seat, unknowingly wiping out the last traces of the third dimension from your body and adhering your now-turned sticker form onto the outside of her shorts. Brinley smiled to herself, content that the annoying little itch under herself was gone. She struck up casual conversation with Carmine as she laid out the plans that you two had previously made to look for swimsuits and other intimate articles of clothing. Carmine nodded, immediately calculating the best possible way for her to twist that situation to become hellish for you.
The next 15 minutes passed by relatively normally, at least for the two regular sized women, as they finally arrived at the mall. You of course, suffered under the rapidly heating booty of your statuesque wife, now firmly plastered to her shorts like some odd decoration. After parking, Brinley and Carmine got out of the car and sauntered towards the mall. At 6’1” and 5'10” of jaw-dropping curves, both your wife and Carmine turned heads of the other shoppers in the parking lot. Brinley, of course, didn’t notice any of the looks as usual. She was often genuinely unaware of her goddess-like appearance. On the other hand, Carmine was the polar opposite. She noticed and soaked in every single stare. Whether they were born out of jealousy, appreciation, or lust hardly mattered to her. She even took a moment to blow a kiss and wink at an affected husband sitting in his wife’s palm, prompting the man’s wife to toss him into her mouth and start chomping down on his tiny body aggressively as punishment. But after a silent giggle to herself about ruining that man’s day, her gaze drifted downwards towards your wife’s ass cheeks, jiggling to and fro as they wobbled with every step. She noticed, clear as day, your splattered from plastered onto the fabric of her short shorts. Carmine smiled with satisfaction once more, she knew today would be a fun day.
You, meanwhile, knew that you were utterly squashed onto Brinley’s ass from the moment that she rose up out of the driver’s seat and started walking through the parking lot. Unfortunately, you were crushed face first into her shorts so your vision was complete and utter darkness. But you felt the warm sun against your back at the very least, as you struggled to fight the increasing sensation of nausea brought on by Brinley’s jiggling ass flesh that wobbled powerfully with every step. You could only whimper as you hoped that your wife would notice you, which was quite unlikely given her proven track record of cluelessness. And your only other hope was Carmine taking pity on you and pointing you out, which was even more laughably unlikely. After a few more minutes of walking, and as the air on your back transitioned from warm sun to temperate, air-conditioned breeze, you figured that Brinley and Carmine had reached the store.
“Ooh this one’s cute!” Brinley said almost immediately upon entering the store. It was a rather large storefront from a popular lingerie, swimwear, and other undergarments brand. They carried everything from socks to bras to thongs, even carrying various Tinex products on their shelves. It was a wonderland for people like your wife, and a veritable torture chamber for tinies with extremely bad luck, like yourself.
“Brinley, that's a XXS petite thong… it’s practically small enough to fit a tiny.” Carmine joked, before kicking herself for mentioning tinies at all.
“Ooh then maybe I’ll buy it for… ALLEGRA! Oh my goodness where did my little lady go?” Brinley said out of shock initially, but quickly relaxing into her happy-go-lucky brand of nonchalance that often drove you crazy. She genuinely did worry for you, that was never in question, but you just wished that she was a little bit more urgent and intentional when it came to rescuing you at times.
Brinley spun around a few times, before a stroke of rare luck hit and she caught a glimpse of her own ass cheek in the mirror, seeing your splattered form stuck to the outside of her shorts. She gasped before reaching down and slowly but surely digging a fingernail between you and the fabric of her shorts. She peeled you off and held you in front of her face with a smile.
“There ya are, babe! Sorry about that, I probably squashed you in the car huh… Anyway, I appreciate you making my booty look even hotter with your sexy self glued onto my shorts, but I need your help shopping today!” Brinley said enthusiastically, breezing past her apology and returning back to the original plan that you two made to shop together today.
Carmine scrunched her face up as she knew that she would need to figure out a new way to torture you for the day. Meanwhile, Brinley grabbed item after item off of the racks, grabbing bras, pairs of socks, thongs, and more traditional underwear as her eyes practically lit up looking at all of the cute stuff for sale. Thankfully, she held your flattened form in her other hand, giving you a temporary reprieve at the very least. Finally, a lightbulb flashed in Carmine’s brain as she figured it out.
“Hmm, all of this stuff looks cute and all Brinley. But honestly, do you think it’s worth it to buy all of this random stuff when you’ve got the comfiest and most versatile piece of clothing in your hands already?” Carmine questioned your wife.
“Huh? Which do you mean?” Brinley said as she looked at the various items hanging off of her other arm.
“Wrong hand, girl.” Carmine retorted, causing Brinley to turn her head back and lock her gaze onto you.
“You mean Allegra!?” Brinley exclaimed.
“Yeah! I mean can you really say that any of this cotton and spandex is comfier than a tiny? Sure, Tinex is a close second but it still can’t compare to the real thing!” Carmine responded.
“Uhh, first of all Carmine, I believe that they prefer to be called… umm, effectives…” Brinley said as you rolled your eyes. At least her heart was in the right place. “And second of all, I know that I’ve worn Allegra once or twice on accident in the past, and yes I admit she is undeniably the most perfect and comfy clothing on the planet, but at the end of the day she is my wife first, and only clothing when she wants to be!”
Your heart warmed as Brinley’s words brought you some modicum of peace, despite everything being ever-so-slightly wrong.
“Oh sorry Brinley, you know I didn’t mean to insinuate that! I totally respect tinies--err affected. I just think that if Allegra sets the standard for how clothing should fit and feel on your body, then maybe that’s how we can figure out if this stuff is worth buying today!” Brinley raised an eyebrow as Carmine continued, “So for every piece of clothing that you try on, I can quickly shape Allegra into the same thing and you can try the store-brand version first, then slip on the Allegra-brand version after and compare the two! If Allegra is noticeably better, then I say don’t buy it. But if Allegra and the one from the store are comparable, then it might be worth buying! That way you can know exactly what is worth buying and what isn’t!”
Brinley rolled the idea around in her brain for a moment, the gears turning, before a smile flashed on her face.
“That’s genius! Let’s do it!” your wife responded, and you whimpered with fear.
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