You eventually recalled that today was a big outing day for you and your friends.
After pulling yourself together and eating a makeshift breakfast from some scraps left out by your wife (bless her ditzy, messy heart), you made your way to the living room to await the arrival of your guests. Before you made it to the coffee table you planned to scramble atop, however, thundering footsteps from behind you caused you to freeze and whirl around, only to find yourself staring down the giant wriggling toes of Carmine.
You trailed your gaze up your massive cousin's body, settling on her face (partially blocked by her breasts, from this angle). "Carmine, please don't step on me. I was about to climb onto the table."
Carmine feigned offense, putting a hand on her chest. "Ah, Insectito, how cruel! You really think I'd just step on you? Sure, you're a dumb little bug, and deserve it, but you really think I'd do that?"
You put your hands on your hips. "I spent almost all day yesterday under your heel because you stomped me first thing in the morning."
"God, and you felt great there." Carmine grinned. "So much nice padding. A genuine use for you, little cousin." Carmine clicked her tongue. "But no, Insectito, I'm not gonna step on you. Everyone else will." She grinned devilishly.
"What do you--"
Your question got cut off by Carmine kicking her foot out, slamming you in the gut with her big toe, and painfully crushing your face with her sharp toenail. Like a train had slammed into you, you flew backwards, sailing through the air, before finally impacting against the front door. You crushed into the door, bounced off, and toppled weakly onto the floor mat.
Not even a second later, and you heard the doorknob jingling as it turned, the door itself opening soon after. Your wife had unlocked the door for your guests earlier, and now it seemed they were about to arrive, and your battered body was right in the splash zone of danger! A big red, dirt-speckled flipflop sole hovered into view.
Unceremoniously, the flipflop descended, and you let out a strangled cry as you were mashed into paste. Your body crumpled in on itself instantly, your malleable form folding into a splattered splotch under the full crushing weight of whoever the woman atop you was. Your face was slammed firmly into the dirty undersole of the shoe, your half-open mouth forced to lick right onto the grime and stained residue.
Just barely, you heard a voice say 'did I just step in...?', and then the foot that had claimed you began to scrape and grind back and forth. Your mental screams of pain intensified as your body was dragged violently against the coarse fabric of the floor mat, your body being smeared and ground into dust. Finally, you detached from the shoe, and were left behind as a misshapen lump of quivering flesh, dirt-coated and aching with discomfort.
With a single eye, you glanced up at your tormentor, and spotted the towering form of Briony, your wife's younger sister. She looked so much like a more refined iteration of Brinley, it was almost scary. The same lightly-tanned skin and golden-blonde hair, and the same tall physique. Her curves were almost as massive as your wife's, though her breasts were a touch smaller (still mindbogglingly huge), and her perky butt was a fair bit lighter. She was slimmer overall, and really fit the 'sexy secretary' mold that was apt, given her profession.
You, however, admittedly didn't quite like Briony as much as you wish you did. You wanted to love your sister-in-law, and you definitely didn't hate or dislike her. She could just be...problematic. Briony was pretty openly anti-tiny, though in her eyes it was more that she was 'indifferent'. Her apathy, though, could be monstrous, and many, many times you or even other tinies had been screwed over by Briony's absolute lack of care towards affected, or watching her surroundings. Her bluntness was refreshing in conversation, but you sometimes tired of her apathetic behavior, and in turn she seemed to sometimes tire of you getting squished by her...even when, 9 times out of 10, it was her own fault.
Case in point, Briony gazed down at you with mild disinterest. "Oh, Allegra? Uh...sorry, I guess?" She said in a definitely-not-convincing way, before she glanced away and walked off further into the house, to say hello to Carmine. You were left to piece yourself back together before the next houseguest arrived.
You didn't get your chance, though, as a mere moment later you heard two sets of feet stomping up the front porch, and you viciously tried to tremble and wriggle around to become more noticeable, not wanting to endure yet another round of crushing. Briony's shoe alone had left you battered, to say nothing of your rumpled and ripped clothes that you'd absolutely need to change out of.
Far up above, you spotted the pretty red hair of Sloane Burton, then her equally pretty face. And then her sandal-clad feet rising up to crush you beneath them!
Before you could scream, though, a second voice beat you to it.
"W-Wait, mom! Allegra’s down there!" The soft voice of Sloane's daughter, Shaye, piped up. Sloane's sandal hesitated right over your body, before thudding down right beside you. The towering woman then beamed down at you, a coy look on her face.
"My goodness, she is! Allegra, darling, what are you doing down there? That's dangerous!" The flirty woman knelt down, scooped you up into her hand, and then returned to her full height. "A precious thing like you should know better, darling! Honestly, it looks like you've already been stepped on. Here, let me make it better."
Puckering her lips, Sloane leaned in, and you couldn't even attempt to resist. The eternally playfully woman submerged your entire body in a kiss, drowning you in her lipstick-coated lips, her plump mouth nearly swallowing you whole as she pressed you tightly into her lips. Your eyes went wide with surprise and not-entirely-unenjoyment at Sloane's kiss, until finally the woman broke off with a loud *mwah* sound, and another flirty wink. Flirting was Sloane's entire reason for existing, and you honestly should've expected this reaction.
What you definitely didn't expect was to be snatched out of Sloane's hands a second later, whipped through the air, and then slammed against a modest but perky pair of breasts. Your body was squeezed into the firm pale boobs, squished tightly, and you could hear a rapidly beating heartrate echoing all around you. You tried to wriggle free, but the hand holding you didn't budge. If anything, you were squeezed tighter as a result.
"She's not a baby, mom. She doesn't need a kiss to feel better." Your holder, Shaye, insisted. As she spoke, her breasts gently pulsed against you.
"Ooh? So what's 'that' then, sweetheart?" Sloane teased her daughter. Shaye blinked, then glanced down, and realized just how tightly and intimately she'd been holding you.
Turning bright pink, Shaye instantly set you back down on the floor. "S-Sorry, Allegra. I didn't mean t-to overreact like that."
The younger girl winced, then walked away to join Briony on the couch. Sloane strolled off too, but she diverted to attack her girlfriend, Inez, and drown her in kisses and proclamations of 'I love you Nezzy'. Your older cousin feigned begrudging acceptance of her love.
Just then, a sneaker thudding onto the floor beside you caused you to scream and whip around, only to find yourself staring up at the hughmongus form of your best friend, Anneli. She'd apparently just arrived and kicked off her shoes, and was now barefoot...and smelling extraordinarily ripe. Or at least her feet were, and you had to pinch your nose.
Anneli smiled down at you. "Sup, Ally! Thanks for the invite. Looking forward to...ooh, Carmine, looking good!" Anneli grinned at your younger cousin, then took a step forward...
...right into you.
Caught off guard by her sudden movement, you found yourself smashed under Anneli's giant, sweaty toe, and as your snow-haired bestie squeezed her toes reflexively into the soft carpet, you found yourself dragged under her toe, crunched and crushed by the wriggling digit, and dragged into an abyss of sweat and toejam.
Up above, Anneli held out her arms towards your cousin. "Bring it in, Carmine!"
"Gross. Not unless you actually bothered to shower for once." Carmine frowned, Anneli one of the few people to actually put Carmine on the back foot.
"You mean, like, this week?"
Carmine gagged.
Anneli broke into a shit-eating grin. "Course I fucking showered, you big-busty bitch! Don't I just smell awesome?" Anneli held out her arms and did a little spin (grinding you under her toe all the while).
Faint pink in her cheeks, Carmine muttered something under her breath and stalked away.
Anneli then rejoined everyone around the table, and thankfully propped her feet up, which allowed you to slowly (agonizingly slowly) peel yourself free from her foot. Covered in sweat, you reformed, and realized with a blush of embarrassment that you were utterly naked. Anneli's toes had done the final number on your poor clothes.
Before you could say anything, Brinley spoke up excitedly. "Alright, ladies? Like, what are we doing today?"
1) Carmine suggests a day at The Oasis, and everyone happily agrees to visiting that awesome waterpark (though Briony, who works there, can't help but sigh).
2) Sloane suggests attending an all-day dancing competition at a popular local club, Club Actual Size. Food, drink, dancing, music, flashing lights...what's not to love?
3) Anneli suggests hitting up the local arcade, which is having a tournament today. Whichever group of gamers scores the most points on as many games as possible, wins some sort of fabulous prize!
4) Shaye points out a nearby stack of photo albums, and suggests starting the day with looking through all sorts of old memories as a group.
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