With a guilty sense of acknowledgement, you remembered that today was, in fact, your wife's birthday. Brinley was turning forty-one, and you hadn't even remembered to say 'Happy Birthday' to her yet! How could you call yourself her loving wife when a simple squishing was all it took for your brain to fog up and forget your beloved's birthday? That was so horribly insensitive of you, wasn't it?
True, yes, Brinley was also ditzy enough to forget her own birthday, and most evidently had, in fact, forgotten. But just because she could slip up, you still didn't want to be so quick to assuage your own guilt.
Then, you heard the sound of the front door, and you re-remembered something else. Inez was going to take Brinley out on a shopping trip, while you and Carmine stayed behind to help decorate the house for the party later in the afternoon! Of course! And that also explained why Inez had somewhat uncharacteristically been generous enough to peel you off her ass earlier, because she knew you were needed for decorating for the party!
Re-energized (and determined to make this a birthday your wife would never forget) you quickly cleaned yourself up, scarfed down some food scraps to keep yourself full, and began dashing around the house to decorate and prepare as much as you possibly could.
And so, for the next two hours, you did exactly that, and Carmine pitched in too. Of course, your eternally narcissistic younger cousin grumbled and complained under her breath the entire time about having to 'work so much' and that it was all 'for someone I'm not even related to', but to her credit she did actually help. And, given you were a tiny, there was a lot you couldn't have done on your own without her, so you were honestly grateful she'd pitched in. The time flew by working alongside your younger cousin, and it was almost a genuinely decent time spent with her, for once.
So, of course, Carmine had to inevitably ruin it.
When the two hours were up, you stood on the coffee table in the living room, admiring the work you and Carmine had done in prepping for your wife's big birthday bash. She'd be home in about an hour with Inez, and shortly before that the rest of your family and friends should be arriving to celebrate too (that being your sister-in-law Briony, Inez's girlfriend Sloane, Sloane's daughter Shaye, and your best friend Anneli). Some friends from work had even promised to try and stop by, but your excitement at seeing someone like Shizuka or Frankie was matched with apprehension at the thought of apathetic Linda and twisted Theresa coming by.
Streamers hung from the ceiling and the windows, bright, pink, and sparkly just the way Brinley loved them. A big banner with the words 'Happy Birthday Brinley' lined the archway between the living room and the kitchen. Little party games like Pin the Tail on the Donkey and Beer Pong had been set up at various stations around the house, and catchy pop tunes were playing from the speaker system. A plethora of party hats and silly accessories were sitting out, awaiting use.
From the kitchen, you could smell the delicious scent of the chocolate cake you and Carmine had baked together. It'd been harrowing to work in the kitchen alongside your devilish younger cousin, but she'd again shown restraint and had refrained from screwing with you. Instead, it had been somewhat wholesome to make your wife's birthday dessert alongside her, and all that remained to finish off the cake now was to decorate it.
So when Carmine came strolling up to you, it wasn't until you noticed the wide spread of her shit-eating grin on that pretty face of hers that you realized something wasn't right.
"Um...Carmine? Is something funny?" You inquired up at the towering form of your curvaceous cousin.
Carmine's smirk widened. "Only all the possible ideas of what I want to do with you next, Insectito. Because, god, there's just so many great choices, I hardly know which to go for."
"'Do with me'? Carmine, you aren't seriously going to act up on my wife's birthday, are you?"
"'Fraid so, little bug." Carmine shrugged. "Only reason I waited so long is because, even at your pathetic size, you still helped a bit with getting the house ready, so leaving you alone meant less work for me in the long run. Now that we're basically done, though? You're all mine, Insectito!" With a vicious lunge, Carmine lashed out and caught you between her thumb and forefinger, crushing your chest and preventing you from wriggling away.
You still tried, though, and it obviously did nothing more than cause your cousin to laugh cruelly at your futile attempts to escape her pinching grasp. Eventually, you tuckered yourself out, and Carmine cleared her throat to announce whatever this new twisted scheme of hers was.
1) Carmine noticed your gift for Brinley, a beautiful necklace with an ornate transparent pendant brooch. She's decided she's found the perfect treasure to slip inside the pendant...you! And with some superglue to re-seal the pendant after putting you inside, Carmine's ready for you to join your wife's jewelry collection for a long, long time!
2) Carmine reveals she didn't get a birthday gift for your wife. Why bother, when all along she's been planning on snatching you and molding you into a gift instead? Carmine gets to save money, and laugh her ass off knowing you're now owned by your wife!
3) Carmine tells you its time to finish decorating the cake, and she's now got the final missing ingredient: you! She's planning on coating you in candy residue and sticking you atop the cake like a little edible person, disguising you with toppings so that no one recognizes the 'delicious-looking candy girl' before its too late.
4) Noticing all the party gamers strewn about the place, Carmine realizes it would be more fun if you were added to one of them in some capacity. But which game does Carmine add you to, and in what twisted way does she ensure you suffer as much as possible?
5) Before Carmine can act, the party guests start arriving. Your cousin begrudgingly puts you back down, meaning you're safe for now. But with a house soon to be full of giantesses (and not all of them friendly towards you), this party might still be an exceptionally chaotic one.
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