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… 5: A Simple Misunderstanding ...

When Chloe returned to the living room—John still firmly sealed within her chest pocket—she found Amy patiently sitting on the couch and munching on a fresh bag of popcorn. The couch that Amy and John had bought together, unfortunately, was more like a loveseat just big enough for a couple to snuggle up on, and Amy had become so used to only having her inch-tall guy-friend for company around the house that she hadn’t thought twice before plopping her curvaceous figure right in center of both cushions. Chloe walked up and eyed the inadequate seating space that remained, “Uh, Amy, is there room for the two of us?”

The two of us? John squirmed within Chloe’s pocket, attempting to remind everyone that he needed a seat as well, but didn’t succeed in catching either girl’s attention (if Chloe noticed his struggles she must have been content to leave him right where he was).

Amy shoveled another mouthful of popcorn into her mouth and chirped “Definitely!” before she slid aside to make room for her friend. “See?” Even with that accommodation, it didn’t take a genius to see that it would still be a tight squeeze for the two shapely young women.

Honestly, Chloe would have preferred a big comfy seat all to herself (or a big regal throne with a few tiny people for extra cushioning), but she couldn’t get mad at Amy’s innocent efforts. So she simply plopped down (with a hefty jiggle that John had no choice but to feel across his entire body), wriggled her backside into place (while wishing John were under there), and smiled, “Just perfect, thanks. Sorry for the wait, John was taking his sweet time giving me a tour of the house.” Oh no… John could already tell Chloe had mischief in mind.

Amy was eager to hear what her two friends had been up to, and looked over with a big grin, “Cool! How’d it go? Did he show you everything???”

Despite assuring John only minutes prior that she was done messing with him, Chloe pounced on the opportunity to stir up trouble without hesitation, “Mm-hmmm, he sure did. He made me stop at his mini bachelor pad, and insisted on showing me eeevery bit of his bedroom.” Chloe fidgeted as she spoke, happily wobbling John from side to side while forcing him to listen to her made up gossip. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say he was out to impress a lady.”

John had hoped Amy might come to his defense, but she only chuckled, “Heehee, I’m not surprised. I sorta warned him that my big-boobed friend was visiting. I guess your top musta, like, gone to his head, and stuff.”

Chloe tried not to laugh at Amy’s gullibility, or the fact that she’d actually gone to the trouble of warning John about her (or that he clearly hadn’t listened). She glanced down at her cleavage (knowing John was listening from somewhere down there) and purred back, just oozing arrogance, “I guess it must have!” A muffled voice told her that John was not happy about being made to look like a desperate pervert, but that only encouraged the likes of Chloe. “That explains why I caught him drooling over me after the coin toss… poor little guy probably just couldn’t keep his eyes off me.” John cried out -That’s not what happened at all!- but since he was helplessly trapped between a taut wall of fabric and a hefty wall of feminine flesh, his furious disagreement amounted to little more than a feeble display of masculine indignation that the much larger girl found entertaining. There was literally nothing for John to do but wait and listen as Chloe happily tarnished his reputation with her fabricated story, and hope that the topic of current whereabouts might eventually come up in conversation (if Amy ever stopped to think for half a second).

Amy laughed out loud, “Haha! Jeez, John, after all that big talk about ““manners”” I expected you to at least… wait, where’d he get off to?” Ugh, finally!

Chloe was amused by how long it had taken Amy to notice John’s absence, though it didn’t look like John was about to be actually rescued any time soon since the large ditz was busy checking the floor rather than Chloe or even the couch for any sign of him. Chloe’s trademark devious-little-grin spread across her face; maybe Amy needed a helping hand finding her little pal? Slowly she arched her back and puffed her massive chest out, forcing John up against her jacket pocket until his outspread limbs were visibly outlined against the smooth curvature of one enormous, perky boob. Even from above it wasn’t difficult to notice the very conspicuous bulge where his erection stubbornly pressed against the form-fitting fabric, making it all too obvious that a tiny, very immobilized, and very aroused man was trapped inside her top. Chloe grinned smugly; there, perfect!

Feigning ignorance, Chloe turned her huge chest towards Amy and gave a bouncy shrug, “Gee Amy, I dunno where he could have gone!” John guessed Chloe was using the situation as an excuse to test Amy’s awareness, by deliberately putting his incredibly humiliating predicament in plain view just to check how long it took the oblivious girl to finally notice what was amiss…

With his body and face pressed against the jacket fibers, John had a blurry view of the outside world but he could only watch Amy frowning thoughtfully above him, “I don’t see him anywhere. Where’d he go after the tour, Chloe?” She hadn’t so much as glanced downwards!

While pretending to think Chloe crossed an arm under her chest, hefting it and John slightly upwards in Amy’s direction. Knowing every moment of delay would irritate John all the more, Chloe took her time responding, “Hmmmm. Y’know, I’m just... not…. quite... suuure.” With every word Chloe gently tilted her chest one way, then back the other, quite literally waving John back and forth in front of Amy’s face. John could hear the amusement in Chloe’s voice, “Should we start the movie without him?” John screamed, knowing that would only guarantee he remained right where he was for over an hour, but his cry was stifled by the soft pressure at his back.

Thankfully, Amy wasn’t keen on continuing without her little friend, “Nah, we should find him first… I’m just not sure where he’d be.”

Realizing how hopelessly oblivious Amy truly was, Chloe decided to help her along with one last hint, “Maybe he’s a lot closer than we think! He could be right under our noses...” As if that wasn’t enough, Chloe snuck one hand up and began tracing a circle around him with one finger, practically pointing him out while subjecting him to a rather sensual wobbling sensation. John became aware of a gently growing pressure at his back, which he guessed was Chloe’s nipple hardening within her lacy bra right behind him... she must have been enjoying herself, a thought that simultaneously angered and flustered him greatly.

John watched as Amy thoughtfully reached down and felt under her own ass for any sign of him (which was a nice gesture, though he was irritated that she never seemed to check there when he actually needed her to), but came up empty handed. Only then did she happen to look over and notice Chloe’s fidgeting, and after a moment her eyes lit up, “There! He’s in your top!!!” It seemed all it took for Amy to finally spot John was for him to be completely immobilized, half-naked, with his erection prominently jutting in her direction, in plain view, for at least several minutes. John breathed a sigh of relief as Amy’s face came closer until she was a gigantic billboard smiling down at his embarrassing situation with nothing but good cheer, “Found hiiim!!!” Though thankful to be found, John was also mildly annoyed by the fact that Amy sounded very proud of herself for her discovery, no matter how woefully overdue it was.

Chloe made a big show of looking down and pretending like she hadn’t noticed John until this very moment, “Oooh, that’s where he went!” Then she proceeded to shake him back and forth, obviously enjoying the chance to play ““innocent”” over the whole situation while bouncing him around some more. “Good catch, Amy! Who knows how long he would have been stuck down there if you hadn’t seen him!” John wondered just how long Chloe would have left him to bounce around if Amy hadn’t taken the hint, but thankfully John knew that he wouldn’t have to put up with much more of this now that Amy had caught on.

But his relief turned to horror as Chloe, in a voice dripping with lewd mischief, breathed, “Hey, what’s that little thing poking out of my top???” and gently wobbled him in Amy’s face just to make sure his boner couldn’t possibly go unnoticed.

Amy’s big eyes flicked almost imperceptibly downwards before she let out a gentle gasp, “Oh my god! John, is that, like, what I think it is?” Too impatient and curious to wait for his answer, Amy confirmed her suspicion by clumsily smooshing one finger into John’s protruding erection, making him groan in discomfort from the sudden stimulation.

Now Amy might have been well-intentioned for the most part, but one of her greatest flaws (of many) was that she very stubbornly held tinies to totally unreasonable double standards without the slightest regard for how the size difference affected them. When it came to her decision-making process, big girls were always given the benefit of the doubt and allowed to get away with causing all sorts of naughty trouble, while tinies (even John) were under constant scrutiny and liable to be blamed for the slightest misunderstanding. John suspected she just liked having an excuse to be an authority on something for a change, since she was normally so hopelessly naive… even if it meant occasionally playing “arbiter of tiny people’s behavior” and dishing out some terribly misguided ““justice”” just to satisfy her own spontaneous cravings for drama and attention.

Thus Amy didn’t think twice before loudly accusing her 1” tall guy friend of misbehaving, despite the fact that he was the one hopelessly stuck to the chest of a bratty young woman hundreds of times his size. “Joohn! You said you weren’t going to hit on herrr!” And it wasn’t much effort at all for Amy to dispense some mild ““discipline”" by giving his firm penis several careless nudges as she spoke.

Fortunately for John, even in her worst moods Amy remained pretty carefree and humorous (especially with him). While emphatically jostling his cock and balls through Chloe’s jacket as if intending to chastise him for some great misdeed on his part, Amy still had a big giggly smile on her face, “What happened to scout’s honor and all that stuff?” John struggled not to literally cum from all the mindless prodding he was being subjected to (that would have only confirmed her moronic suspicions) while Chloe merely looked on from above and tried not to burst out laughing. She couldn’t believe how easy it had been to pin all the blame on him… it had been effortless compared to getting Amy to even notice him in the first place!

Amy didn’t let up her clumsy poking and prodding as she looked up at Chloe for confirmation, “Don’t tell me he was flirting with you for the whole tour?” John cringed; Why would Amy trust her!?

With just a bit of truth Chloe could have resolved the entire misunderstanding… but as John expected, she was only all too happy to add fuel to the fire, “Oh, definitely. A real pocket-sized lady’s man. I’m pretty sure he was trying to get my number, and he kept asking me for a hug.”

Amy, amused by John’s reported boldness but equally determined to protect Chloe’s dignity, chuckled and scolded him one more time, “Is that so, Mr. I-can-keep-my-hands-to-myself?” John still couldn’t get a word out with Chloe’s skintight pocket trapping him firmly against her boob, but he could feel every disapproving, testicle-shaking impact that Amy’s finger delivered to his penis. John groaned and wondered if Amy had any clue how hypocritical it was of her to scold him for ““inappropriate behavior”” while simultaneously demonstrating how she so clearly considered herself exempt from her own earlier “hands to yourself” ultimatum. Not that he could do anything about it, either way… by the time Amy was finished making her point there was a pretty evident wet stain beneath her fingertip.

Up until now Chloe had been perfectly content to sit back and watch the entertainment, but she wondered if maybe John needed a reprieve... Not that she felt the teensiest bit of remorse about tormenting him while he was hopelessly trapped against her jiggly chest, of course! But she’d certainly given him a hard time thus far (in more ways than one) and it couldn’t hurt to give him a fighting chance, right? Plus she kind of wanted to start the movie already, and there’d be time to mess with him later. Chloe commented, “My top’s a little tight Amy, I’m not sure he can actually respond. Why don’t you pull him out so we can see what the little horndog has to say for himself?”

Amy carefully studied the miniature human figure plastered against Chloe’s bulging chest; John hadn’t so much as twitched since she’d laid eyes on him, but it hadn’t ever occurred to her that he might not be capable of moving or talking in his current state. Wondering if Chloe was right, Amy didn’t think to lift her finger from the tip of John’s throbbing penis as she inquired nonchalantly, “Ummm, John? Can you, like, talk or whatever?” The only response she detected was an exasperated grunt that emanated from where his head was clearly held in place. Amy abruptly became aware that her miniscule friend must have been helplessly immobilized the entire time she had been absent-mindedly cock-teasing him, and let out a giggle that sounded more amused than embarrassed, “Oh, whoops!” John was wondering if he was ever going to receive an apology when instead Amy commented, “I think you might be right Chloe! Good thinking!” John was furious to think Chloe was actually being complimented for her part in this, when suddenly his whole world shook violently and he found himself sliding upwards.

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With just two fingers Amy had effortlessly plucked John from Chloe’s top and set him on her meaty thigh, where he immediately collapsed into an exhausted, gasping, half-naked heap. John barely caught his breath before Amy leaned over him with a bemused expression, “Okay boyscout, what’s this I hear about you hitting on our houseguest?”

John gulped fresh air before mimicking Amy’s earlier sarcasm, “Remember fifteen minutes ago how you two decided what movie to watch by using me for a coin toss, except neither of you caught me so instead I landed in Chloe’s frigging cleavage?”

Amy giggled as if John’s complaint was simply blown out of proportion, probably since she (as usual) wasn’t the one facing the unpleasant side of the size difference, “Ooooh yeeeeah, I was wondering where you went after that!” Thankfully, it seemed she either hadn’t noticed or bothered to comment on his semi-nude state, since (miracle of miracles) his underwear had remained intact (albeit stained).

John glared accusingly towards Chloe, who merely batted her dark eyes back at him in an insulting charade of innocence, before he continued, “Why don’t you ask Little Miss Attention-whore over there where she decided to stow me away while she bounced her way through the whole house? I’ll give you a hint: it wasn’t in her hands, they rhyme with ““-oobs,”” and she’s all too proud of them since they probably make up for half her bodyweight.”

John had only a fraction of a second to regret taunting Chloe before her dainty pinky finger appeared overhead and gently but unstoppably pressed his whole upper body right into Amy’s thigh. Damn, he really hated when she did that.

While he was in no position to respond Chloe mocked, “Uh huh, sure. If you’re such a shining beacon of gentlemanliness then how come you’re not even wearing any clothes? Hmmm?” Chloe took her sweet time delicately rubbing her soft fingertip around John’s face, knowing he desperately wanted to refute all of her stupid assertions but had no chance of uttering even a word until she decided to let him (if she decided to let him).

Meanwhile Amy was getting a good look at John’s lack of attire, and though it should have been obvious to her that he was merely a victim of his size she found his near-nakedness both amusing and distracting, “Hey yeah, why are your shirt and pants missing, anyway?” Suddenly Amy hardly seemed interested in whether John had been kidnapped (boobnapped?) by Chloe just moments prior. The big redhead was lost in thought as she curiously stretched John’s waistband out, inadvertently putting pressure on his crotch as she stated the obvious, “Isn’t this just like, your underwear???” Amy must not have been aware that she was dangerously close to ripping what little remained of John’s clothing because she kept pulling this way and that, heedless of the fact that she was silhouetting his aching erection against the fabric with every indiscriminate motion. John groaned beneath Chloe’s finger; why did women always do that!? His penis wasn’t a toy! Observing the carefree way Amy fiddled with John’s last remnants of clothing made Chloe a bit envious: how come she got to have all the fun? Both girls had plenty of time to ogle the bulge under his boxer-briefs (Chloe even attempted to sneak a peek beneath them) before Amy let the elastic band snap back into place, making his erect penis waver as she continued casually, “Don’t tell me Chloe’s responsible for this, too!”

Chloe chose that moment to lift her finger from John’s face, and he immediately attempted to cry out -SHE IS!!!- Unfortunately he couldn’t even inhale before Chloe’s pinky finger came right back down and pinned his hard cock against Amy’s warm thigh in a humiliating display of her unquestionable power over him. While John’s sexual frustration was at the mercy of her smallest finger Chloe gloated, “Yeah, teeny, how could it possibly be our fault that you can’t manage your perverted urges around us?” John could only produce a breathless squeak of stunned frustration as Chloe’s fingertip smooshed his throbbing boner around until she had effortlessly kneaded another hot squirt of precum into his underwear and onto Amy’s bare leg. Chloe practically beamed with pride at her handiwork and let out a mockingly self-satisfied, “Oopsyyy~❤! See what I mean?” As happened so very often for people of his diminutive size, John was experiencing a bitter reminder that no matter how morally justified he might have been, he’d always be subject to the whims of whatever giant woman happened to be close enough to squish him at any given moment.

When Chloe eventually decided to un-crush John’s genitals and he managed to stop physically trembling, the first thing he saw was both her and Amy’s gorgeous faces looking expectantly down at him. Chloe had the kind of unbearably smug grin that said she knew just how desperately he wanted to manhandle her and teach her a lesson as payback for all her naughty misbehavior, but also that he was far too small to have any hope of succeeding, even against a snobby shortstack brat such as herself. Amy only chuckled girlishly, apparently taking his wordless silence and the sticky mess as both proof of his guilt and a sign that he’d learned his lesson for now, “Okay stud, as long as you’re done distracting our guest, we can start the movie!” John was irritated that Amy still considered him the instigator of all this, but at least she wasn’t giving Chloe a chance to-

Chloe pouted, “Hey! Don’t I get an apology from Teeny Boy or anything?” John balked; the fucking nerve of this girl!

Amy sighed, “Oh come on Chloe, if we have to wait for the two of you to finish annoying each other we’ll never even start the stupid movie!”

Chloe gave a disappointed harumph, “Ugh, fiiine! But John better promise not to distract me any more!” What!? She’d been the one causing trouble all this time!!!

John was about to tell Chloe where she could shove that promise, when Amy happily answered for him, “Don’t worry! He double promises to be extra good for the rest of the night!” Amy’s friendly voice held just a note of warning: she was obviously trying to resolve the dispute in the manner that required the least amount of effort on her part by pawning all obligations off on John. Just to make sure he got the point Amy listed off everything he couldn’t do, “That means no ogling, no flirting, no peeping, and no, like, staring at Chloe without her permission. Right, John?” John could hardly believe what he was hearing, and glanced between the two girls as he considered his very limited options. If he agreed he’d be held to whatever absurd double-standards Amy felt like imposing at any given moment, all while being constantly tested and teased by Chloe… but if he declined Amy might just decide he’d be a lot less distracting stuffed away somewhere hidden (and probably very jiggly). There was no way of knowing whether Amy was merely trying to placate her obstinate friend or if she actually expected him to adhere to all her demands (another downside of her incessantly bubbly attitude), but John didn’t want to risk it. Plus she’d basically already agreed on his behalf, anyway! God damnit, Amy...

John swallowed his pride as much as he could, “Okay. I- I promise I won’t distract you…” Chloe’s face beamed victoriously, but John continued, “As long as you promise the same.”

Amy thought it over, “Hmm, yeah that sounds fair!” and turned to Chloe, who (John was quite happy to note) showed just the slightest hint of annoyance for once amidst all that arrogance, obviously over the implication that she should ever be held to any kind of standard.

Chloe narrowed her eyes, “Oh, you little...” Suddenly her expression became so devious that John worried he might have just dug his own grave. Without a trace of sincerity she shrugged in a way that made her breasts jiggle overhead, “Fine, whatever! I promise. Truce, I guess.” All too late John realized the flaw in his plan: if Chloe simply decided to go back on her word, what could he possibly do about it? Get stepped on? It’s not like Amy was going to actually take his side after he’d already been so thoroughly painted as a thirsty little deviant. Meanwhile he’d just submitted himself to Amy’s ludicrous suggestion that he be all but squashed to death if he so much as glanced Chloe’s way, so now his very sensitive libido was entirely at the mercy of a massive, pretentious cocktease... and judging by the insufferably smug expression on her face, she had come to the exact same conclusion. This was not good.

Apparently Chloe’s half-assed ““promise”” was sufficiently convincing for Amy, who cheered out happily, “Yay! Movie time!” and reached for the remote.

But Chloe had yet another complaint to voice, “Hold on, where’s John going to sit?” John groaned, wondering what kind of antics she had planned for him now.

Next chapter coming soon.

(Edited: March 14, 2021)