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2: Introductions

As soon as the front door opened two girlish voices squealed in high-pitched unison, “Movie niiiight!” A tall redhead burst inside and embraced Chloe in an energetic hug, and John realized just how lucky he was that at least he wasn’t still trapped under Chloe’s booty shorts as the girls bounced around excitedly.

“Oh my gosh, Chloe, this place is awesome!”

As the large girl admired the spacious hallway, John took a moment to admire her… well, her everything.

So THIS was Amy…

Standing a full head taller than Chloe, the remarkably buxom beauty towered over John like an auburn-haired goddess. Her already-imposing size became even more awe-inspiring to the little man when she moved to stand beside the hall table, unwittingly drawing his attention up her hopelessly short miniskirt and between her gigantic legs to where her panty-clad crotch now loomed enticingly above him. Even as John struggled to avert his gaze, the thin underwear—which made every smooth contour of her flesh painfully visible—lingered within the periphery of his upturned vision like a tantalizing reminder of what he was missing out on by looking away.

The giant’s sweet and bubbly voice boomed from above, “Hey, where’s your little roomie? Isn’t he supposed to be joining us???”

It was John’s usual experience that girls wouldn’t spot a tiny person without a lot of help or luck, and Amy was no exception. Despite the fact that he was positioned out in the open on the only piece of furniture in the hallway, her eyes passed right over him as she searched blindly about. It was pure luck that he wasn’t crushed when she set her purse down on the table, as he managed to dodge nimbly aside at the last moment.

As John stared nervously upwards at the beautiful woman who had very nearly crushed him with a completely mundane action, Chloe’s warnings about Amy’s total obliviousness suddenly came to mind. He was certain his exact view was the same thing many tinies had seen right before being imminently flattened at the hands of this enormous ditz, and it was only a matter of time before something worse happened.

John hurried to get her attention, “Here! I’m down, uh, down…” His voice croaked to a halt as, looking skyward, he was forced to acknowledge just how truly buxom she was. Suddenly, the nickname Boobzilla didn’t seem so silly…

Amy easily possessed two of the biggest, squishiest tits most tinies would ever lay eyes on in their entire lives. She could have cast an entire tiny football stadium into shadow just by sticking her chest out. Whereas Chloe made a conscious effort to highlight her less pronounced assets however possible, Boobzilla’s curves would have been outright impossible to conceal…

Not that she’d made even the slightest attempt.

Her long-sleeve jacket ended just below her armpits, leaving a deliciously soft midriff, hourglass waist, and acres of pale underboob visible for any who bothered to look. John almost felt pity for the poor piece of clothing, which had been cruelly forced to accommodate a chest that was clearly several orders of magnitude bigger than what it was designed to contain. Her party-balloon sized breasts were so tightly compressed that John humorously wondered if she could turn coal to diamonds within that deep and wobbly crevice of her under-cleavage. Then, much less humorously, he wondered what would happen to a person in there… Just imagining the pressure made him shudder.

While Amy’s outfit may have looked plenty revealing from head-on to someone of Chloe’s height, it was from below that the full extent of her attire’s indecency became most apparent. Between her ass-hugging miniskirt and her underboob-flaunting jacket, there was such an overabundance of exposed skin that John couldn’t help but wonder if she was trying to draw attention to herself. She couldn’t have shown off any more unless she’d stripped naked! The only other explanation was that she hadn’t stopped to even consider the vast canopy of underboob and ass-cheek that she was so casually leaving on display… unless she was as inattentive as Chloe had said. Some girls really were just that oblivious.

Speaking of obliviousness, Amy was still ineffectively searching for him, and raised one foot as she asked, “I didn’t step on him or something, did I?”

Chloe said, “No, dummy. He’s over there.”

Amy spun, causing her bosom to shake considerably, “Where???”

An exasperated eye-roll from Chloe, “Beneath you? On the table?”

“Table???” A pair of big hazel eyes peeked out over the cusp of those enormous breasts, “Oh! I see him!”

Then she bent down. And what a sight it was.

If Amy had been a treat to view from below, seeing her actually bending over was what dreams were made of. John gaped in astonishment as her prodigious chest came level with this end table and encompassed his entire field of view. The only thing holding back an undoubtedly exceptional display of cleavage was one severely overworked jacket zipper that jingled precariously against the fleshy mounds contained within, threatening to slip further undone at any moment. John was frankly amazed that she had been able to cram her monstrous assets into such a pathetically inadequate piece of clothing, and could only marvel at the level of fashion engineering required to prevent her from simply exploding at the seams at any given moment. A tiny flower-shaped pendant dangled distractingly over the half-exposed flesh chasm, giving a dizzying sense of scale to her full figure. That pendant was nearly the size of John’s whole body, yet it was a mere speck compared to the enormous bosom it had the good fortune of hanging over… John was almost jealous of it.

It took a herculean effort for John to separate his eyes from all the feminine eye-candy that was wobbling (and wobbling, and wobbling) before him, but witnessing Amy’s smiling face was its own reward.

Despite having used the term “boner-fuel” earlier, Chloe had hardly done her amazonian friend’s appearance justice. John could handle hot, but nobody in their right mind would consider it sufficient to classify this curvy bombshell as a mere “hot.” No, she was center-of-the-sun blinding hot. If Chloe was an irresistible pocket-sized succubus, then that made Amy a towering goddess of pure sex-appeal. In fact, Amy could have been the most effortlessly provocative woman that John had ever come into contact with. How the hell was he expected to avoid staring at a girl like that!?

Yet her freckled face held none of the thinly-veiled naughtiness or blatant smugness that Chloe’s so often did; her great big eyes practically lit up with glee upon spying John, and her heart-warming smile betrayed no signs of ulterior motives or mischief whatsoever. She may have been smoking hot from head to toe, but she was nothing but innocence and charm from the neck up.

Amy tucked a long curl of auburn hair behind one ear and introduced herself with the bubbliest voice imaginable, “Hi cutie, I didn’t see you there! I’m Amy!”

But John had lost control of both his eyeballs and brain, especially after being called “cutie” by this angelic figure. After a moment he stuttered, “I, er- my jame is Nohn! I-I mean- my name is John. It’s… always an adventure meeting one of Chloe’s friends, but it’s a real treat when it’s someone so pleasant for a change. Chloe’s told me all about you, but it’s nice to finally put a face to the name.”

Amy smiled at the comment, “Haha, aww, how sweet! And here I was worried Chloe’s tiny friend would be just as much of a smartass as her!” Amy chuckled as Chloe rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out defiantly.

John was relieved to have something in common with the enormous woman, “Don’t come to any conclusions just yet. The night is young, and I can be pretty snarky when I set my mind to it.”

“Ooh, I can’t wait!” Without looking away Amy spoke gleefully over her shoulder, “He’s even cuter than you described, Chloe! Even for such a teensy little guy!” As she spoke her chest began to press between her elbows, and John nearly had an aneurism trying not to look: if he broke eye contact for even a second, she’d definitely see… as would Chloe, who was watching over her shoulder like a damn hawk.

But John surprised her with a quick comeback, “You know what they say; Big things come in small packages.” Fortunately for him, spending all of his time around “Chloe the mega-tease” had turned him into a master of speaking without the benefit of blood flowing to his brain.

Amy tittered cutely, “Haha! A pocket-sized smooth talker, huh? No wonder Chloe wanted to hog you all to herself. She must be quite the handful for you!” Amy gave him a surprisingly suggestive smirk, and John couldn’t help but imagine that great, big smile pressing up against him as she gave him a full-body kiss.

John found himself smiling back, "Well if there’s one thing Chloe’s always been good at, it’s keeping me humble. Not that I can’t handle a handful of woman if I need to…" John blushed at his own forwardness. It was impossible to remain unaffected by this young woman; bouncy display aside, her inviting smile was more than enough to melt him on the spot.

Thankfully, his joke earned another eager giggle from the gigantic woman. For whatever reason, Amy didn’t seem the least bit uncomfortable bending over to flirt with a cashew-sized man below her. It was as if she was well-accustomed to the situation, yet totally oblivious to John's apprehensions. She let her eyes wander up and down his body, and John blushed, hoping she hadn't noticed the crotch of his pants rapidly rising to meet her gaze…

All he could think about was exactly how many people of his size she could easily stuff into her bottomless cleavage, if she were so inclined.

As Amy looked down at him, several locks of reddish hair slipped from her shoulders and cascaded over her jacket like a waterfall, but a practiced toss of her head flung them out of the way and sent her chest wobbling madly within the confines of her jacket. John was transfixed as the little zipper slipped down a quarter of an inch *zrt!* and brought just a hint of creamy cleavage into view.

Boobzilla didn’t seem to notice, however, and continued with innocent sweetness, “Well I know who I’m picking to give me a full tour of the house later! You can be my teeny tiny tour guide!” Normally when a girl used a term like ‘teeny tiny’ they meant it to be belittling, but John could tell Amy meant it with nothing but affectionate (if naive) intent. Then she added, “I can carry you riiight here, in one of my pockets!” and she traced a finger over one skin-tight jacket pocket, practically circling the visible bump of a nipple that was nearly as wide as John was tall.

John was struggling. He knew if he actually gave Amy’s bursting-at-the-seams jacket the attention it so truly deserved, she (or Chloe) would notice. And the last thing he needed was either of them realizing just how enticed he was at the moment.

But as Amy grinned down at the tiny man beneath her, she leaned in even further so that her massive tits were practically dangling directly over John’s head. Without realizing, Amy ever-so-gently squeezed her elbows together, putting even more strain on the poor little zipper until another little *zrrp* noise signified the moment that it slipped a half-inch further…

Was she blind? Didn’t she realize how precariously packed her top was!? Or was this her way of “flirting” with him??? Thus far John had heroically managed to (mostly) avert his gaze, but this was too much. No longer able to maintain eye contact, John was stuck watching from below as Amy’s breasts bulged against her dark top, attempting a desperate escape by forcing their way through the widening gap. Holy shit… John’s mind was frying and his heart was racing while Amy, seemingly oblivious (or just indifferent?) to his struggles, simply smiled down at him as her breasts poured forth.

Amy grinned, mistaking John’s failure to maintain eye contact for simple appraisal of her outfit, “Like the top? I borrowed the jacket from Chloe a few years ago! I kinda stretched it out, but isn’t it cute???” Perfectly happy to show off for her little audience of one, Amy wiggled herself about just above eye-level, sending a ripple through her chest that caused John’s mind to go blank. Suddenly every brain cell he had was busy speculating exactly how heavy those breasts would feel in his hands, if he were back to regular size. It was obvious they’d overflow his fingers and then some. Not to mention the softness… he could almost imagine his hands sinking into them like the world’s softest pillows.

It was then, while John was hopelessly distracted, that Chloe interrupted from behind, “Feel free to crush the little pervert under your thumb if he stares too much.”

Amy tittered, “Oh, that’s alright, I wouldn’t wanna squish my outfit’s number one fan! The little guy can look aaall he wants!” Amy shot John a smile so warm that it nearly melted him. He could marry this girl.

But Chloe pestered further, “Whatever you say, Amy. It’s not like you could crush him even if you tried, anyway… he’s basically indestructible.”

Amy’s eyes widened in amazement, “Woah, really? That’s, like, so cool!” Still smiling, she asked John sweetly, “Mind if I try???”

“I- try what?” was all John managed to get out before a great big pinky finger came down and mashed him into the table all over again.

*SQUISH!*

Apparently Amy had decided to simply test the theory for herself, instead of waiting for a response. After a few seconds of wiggling her fingertip back and forth and turning the little man into a gum-like smudge, Amy frowned, “Huh… he seems, like, pretty squishable to me, Chloe…” It took another moment of crushing for her to realize she’d been deceived, “Chloe! You tricked me!!!”

From behind Chloe snickered mischievously, “Whoopsy, guess I was mistaken. Who knew?”

Amy’s expression was caught between an apologetic pout and an amused smirk, “So not funny, Chloe.” Then she bent back down over John, “Sorry, little guy… I promise that wasn’t, like, on purpose, or anything! I really didn’t mean for you to get squished like that!”

What did you expect to happen, then, you gigantic ditz??? John didn’t say that, of course, and not just because the gigantic ditz was now his best hope of rescue. She really did look genuinely remorseful as she frowned down over the wobbling curve of her breasts, even if her apology didn’t exactly un-flatten his body. With some effort John managed a weak smile, “It’s… it’s alright. You didn’t mean it. Just please try to be a little more careful in the futu-”

Then Amy enthusiastically interjected, “Don’t worry, I know just how to help!” Completely ignoring John’s frantic attempt to decline her offer, she stuck out one finger and… smashed him flat, again. She began rubbing back and forth, trying to use friction alone to peel him free. Instead she only succeeded in imprinting him further into the surface of the table… a brainless decision that might’ve been less frustrating for John, had it not been for the fact that her monumentally sized chest was now jiggling directly above his upturned face as she ineffectively prodded his body with her soft fingertip.

To make matters even worse, the jacket zipper holding her outfit together began to slip centimeter by centimeter, with little *zrrp* noises to signify its downward progress. Amy, meanwhile, seemed oblivious as her unintentional jostling put constant strain on the poor zipper, so single-mindedly focused was she on completing her good deed. John could only stare as those two huge breasts bulged and strained against the fabric. *zrrt, zip!* She was scant seconds away from an unforgettable wardrobe malfunction, and John was actually looking forward to it…

Then, long after it should have been obvious that her rescue plan was flawed, Amy paused and commented on John’s pitifully pancaked form, “Huh, it doesn’t seem to be working…” She leaned in for a closer look, unwittingly spilling another expanse of creamy, wobbling cleavage out of her top. She grimaced once she saw that she’d practically made her new acquaintance into a 2-dimensional shape, “Oops…” For a moment the kind hearted redhead nibbled on her lower lip, contemplating her options. She turned to look over her shoulder, “Umm, hey Chloe? I kinda sorta squished your roommate.”

From behind, Chloe reassured her, “Don’t worry about it, it happens all the time. Really.” Gee, thanks Chloe.

Amy glanced back towards John, as if debating whether she should apologize to someone that she’d managed to crush not only once, but twice within less than a minute of introducing herself.

But when she saw the state of her own jacket, she immediately forgot all about rescuing John, “Hmm, hold on a sec, this stupid zipper keeps coming undone.” Amy struggled to pull the zipper up over the mounds of flesh that were still fighting to escape her clothing, putting on a gratuitously lewd and jiggly show in the process. And since she hadn’t bothered to do this somewhere other than right in John’s face, he could only watch somewhat disappointedly as the one good thing (or two good things) about his current perspective disappeared from view.

Once she’d succeeded in forcing each breast back into the confines of her clothing Amy proclaimed, “There!” and gave her chest a little test bounce, causing the zipper to jingle as her jam-packed top strained against its fleshy cargo. It didn’t seem like Amy was deliberately trying to frustrate John, but neither could she have been more provocative if she’d wanted to. Her eyes flicked back over to him, and her look of triumph disappeared as she recalled the hopelessly flattened state she’d left him in. Amy murmured hesitantly, “I’ll just… give you some time to reform, and stuff, kay?” John couldn’t manage a response, but he nodded pitifully, hoping that she wouldn’t notice the frustration on his face or the prominent bulge in his pants.

With one last apologetic glance, Amy awkwardly stood back up, rising into the air until she was well out of earshot. Evidently she’d chosen to simply give up on assisting John whatsoever, leaving him to undo the damage she’d caused. At least she couldn’t make things any worse for him…

Then she returned to her conversation with Chloe, all regrets instantly forgotten, “I can’t wait to see what movies you guys have picked out! This’ll be so fun!!!” As she spun around, she clumsily hip-checked the table with her enormous legs, jostling the platform under John as if it had been struck by a bomb.

Still, despite his irritation at having been so casually abandoned and then bumped around, John felt a pang of guilty excitement as he realized he was finally going to see the humongous, perfectly proportioned redhead from behind: the tiny scrap of stretchy fabric that barely qualified as a “skirt” certainly promised a grand view for anyone in his position. Two colorful straps of her frilly underwear stretched up from between her legs and ended in small attention-grabbing bows over each hip, that might as well have been flashing neon “Look at meee!” signs for any male observer. And, of course, the true magnitude of her colossal rear end was becoming undeniably evident as she turned away.

But his excitement quickly gave way to concern. Amy’s rounded cheeks were so large that they actually protruded out and over the table where he now lay. What’s more, she’d unthinkingly positioned her monumental behind right above his upturned face.

Now that he was forced to stare directly into the dark abyss of Amy’s ass crack, John wondered just how deeply her underwear had managed to bury itself… as well as whether or not the huge woman even realized the unfortunate consequences of wearing such a skimpy outfit. Not only would those she towered above all be exposed to the maximum amount of ass possible, but anyone she happened to inattentively sit on wouldn’t even have the benefit of a single layer of fabric to separate themselves from her descending body. Her clumsy nature and carelessly revealing attire only served to put tinies at even greater risk…

As the gigantic, scatterbrained redhead chatted with her friend she leaned backwards, thoughtlessly bracing her huge-a-rific backside against the hallway table John was still stuck to. He could do nothing but stare in horrified disbelief as the gigantic klutz began to sit. He let out a whimper as her bare ass descended, buttocks spreading slightly apart and giving him an unexpected and terrifying glimpse of the heart-patterned underwear wedged into the deepest recess of her buttcrack. If John was lucky she would land on him crotch-first and he’d only be subjected to the soft weight of her panty-clad sex… otherwise he could end up pressing against a much less pleasant part of her body. It all depended where exactly she sat.

The odds were not in John’s favor. There was a 50-50 chance that he was about to meet Amy’s wedgie face-to-face… not a particularly pleasant proposition. Suddenly he longed for the time she had been clumsily mashing him into the table; at least then she’d been aware of what she was doing to him!

When John was mere inches away from being crushed underneath a mountain of ass, Chloe decided to intervene, “Careful where you sit, Amy.”

“Huh???” Amy looked over her shoulder and registered John’s presence with an apologetic smile, “Oh! Erm… this’ll only take a sec, I just need to get my shoes off.” Rather than going to the effort of moving somewhere else, she simply began to kick off her footwear right where she was, happily wobbling her enormous cheeks a menacingly short distance overtop of the tiny, immobilized man beneath her.

While thankful that Chloe had actually saved him for once, John was surprised. He would’ve thought she’d be perfectly content to allow him to get stuck to her friend’s gargantuan ass, if only so she could point and laugh when it happened.

Of course, Chloe’s motives quickly proved to be less than selfless, because she reached around and gave Amy’s ginormous rump a firm slap that left it jiggling invitingly but well out of her little companion’s limited reach. Despite the very real danger still posed by that quivering mass of booty, John could not bring himself to so much as blink lest he miss even a single moment of the hypnotic display.

Amy gasped at the sudden impact, “H-hey!”

Snickering, Chloe said, “I swear your ass gets bigger every time I see you.”

“Shut up, it does not.” But Amy giggled as if she knew that was a lie. “Okay, maybe my skirt felt a little tight today… but it totally fit last week!!!”

Chloe grinned wickedly, “A little tight??? It’s basically buttcrack city back here, haha!” As if to prove her point, she then reached under Amy’s skirt and gripped one butt cheek, pulling it aside to reveal the obscene depths to her tiny, table-bound housemate. John’s jaw fell open at the sight: Not only was Amy’s skimpy patterned underwear now in full view, but a considerable portion of her taut pink asshole and soft pussy lips had stretched out from beneath her panties as a result of Chloe’s firm grasp… John was positioned so close that he could actually feel the warmth emanating forth from that delightful yet menacing feminine crevice.

As her fingers sank further into Amy’s supple round buttcheek, Chloe leered around her friend’s shoulder and chuckled playfully, “Just look at this thing! It’s friggin’ huuuge!!!”
John glared back bitterly, Yes, thank you for stating the painfully obvious.

Chloe’s lewd demonstration was all the more enviable for the simple reason that, for someone of John’s size, even so much as pulling a woman’s panties aside was a hopelessly insurmountable task. Thus John could only stare in gobsmacked awe (and no small amount of envy) as Chloe effortlessly groped and played with what amounted to many hundreds of tons of round booty, for no better reason than to make him jealous. And it was working: more than anything in the world, John wished he could have been in Chloe’s position, if only for a millisecond.

The only resistance Amy put up to being aggressively fondled was a giggly exclamation as she wriggled ass-first into Chloe’s hand, “Quiiit iiit!” Though she appeared anything but upset; rather, she seemed delighted by the attention she was receiving, although she gave no indication that she cared whatsoever about John’s proximity to her half-exposed privates. Or had she forgotten him already?

But Chloe was well aware of his thirsty gaze. She gave Amy’s behind another tantalizing squeeze, only to cut the spectacle short by allowing the mountain-sized buttocks to smash back together with an audible *clap!*

Chloe joked, “I don’t know if that dumptruck ass of yours will even fit on our couch.”

Amy glanced doubtfully over her shoulder and attempted to stretch her skirt down over her own prodigious behind, but only managed to squeeze her buttcheeks together until they were bulging more than ever out from beneath the taut fabric, “Oh c’mon, it’s not that bad, is it???”

John, still unable to look away, couldn’t believe his ears. “Not that bad,” she says. Her miniscule skirt hardly covered anything… It was like she’d filled the entire damn sky with her big fat ass!

Chloe couldn’t believe it either, “Yeah right! It’s probably nothing but bare ass when you sit down!”

Unable to deny it, Amy cheerfully admitted, “Haha, it totally is!”

“Hear that, John? Unless you want to end up an addition to one of Amy’s sweaty butt-prints, you better watch out for booty avalanches, tonight!”

John gulped. Yes, he’d better.

Suddenly recalling the third and tiniest member of the conversation, Amy smiled over her shoulder without bothering to move her humongous behind out of the way, “Don’t worry, I’m always, like, super duper careful around tinies! I barely ever sit on you guys anymore! Plus I’m wearing underwear so even if I do squish you, you won’t get stuck, like, anywhere too bad!” The casual, even bubbly tone with which Amy discussed the possibility of John getting crushed under her own ass was far from reassuring.

Chloe spoke up, “Alright, enough standing around. Let’s go pick out a movie to watch. Lead the way, Amy!”

Utterly oblivious to John’s despondent fantasies about what lay beneath her clothing, Amy cheered, “Okay! I’ll meet you two in the living room!” and bounced to her feet, pausing only to give a merry little wave towards the shrunken guy that she’d casually left stuck to the table below her. With that, the eye-catching young woman’s shapely hips rocked into motion and carried her down the hallway, her short skirt doing practically nothing to hide her pumping legs and swaying backside.

John watched in dumbfounded awe as she sauntered off.  Dear god, her chest was so big he could see it bouncing from behind… Despite his aggravating (but oh so enticing) introduction to Chloe’s towering klutz of a friend, he couldn’t stop thinking about that perfectly shaped body of hers. Hell, even if he’d been regular size he was certain Amy would have been capable of waterboarding him to death with her tits… As it was, she could suffocate him just by putting him in any one of her pockets. He couldn’t decide whether to be more concerned or aroused by her inattentiveness, but his throbbing cock had seemingly made up its own mind as it pointed longingly after her.

John was still looking down the empty hall (hoping for one more look) when Chloe loomed over him with a smug grin, “Sooo, what do you think?”

John had to blink a few times, his mind still preoccupied with Amy’s flirty attitude (and boner-worthy exit), before he managed a numb reply, “I think I picked the wrong giant roommate…”

Chloe snorted, “Uh huh, I bet.” While John was too flattened to retaliate, she reached down and flicked his protruding erection with one finger.

“Hey!” John wanted to defend his own dignity, but couldn’t so much as twitch an arm, leaving him entirely vulnerable to his gigantic friend’s obnoxious teasing.

“Hey yourself, Officer Ogles-a-lot. I’ve never seen anyone so eager to jump into Amy’s pants before.”

John snapped back, “She isn’t wearing pants! And how was I supposed to know she’d be so, so… So smoking hot??? And so flirty!?”

Chloe grinned derisively, “Remember an hour ago how I said my pretty friend was coming over, and warned you that she was insanely clumsy, and then you immediately ignored all my advice and almost got yourself squished just because you couldn’t stop drooling over Boobzilla’s massive jugs for even five seconds, and-”

John impatiently groaned, realizing (and hating) that she was right, “Okay okay I get it, I’m a horny dumbass that can’t control his eyeballs! Spare me the ‘I was right’ lecture, please!”

Chloe rolled her eyes, “Nice to hear you admit it, you little perv. Now are you gonna spend all night reminiscing about your new friend’s two biggest qualities down there, or shall we go get movie night started?” She held her hand down, palm up, for John to climb aboard.

John tried to get to his feet, but found he couldn’t budge an inch. He was still flattened firmly to the table.

Chloe watched his struggles with scant empathy, “Are you coming or what, teeny?”

John frowned sharply upwards, “Gee, y’know I would and all, but if you hadn’t noticed, I can barely move!!!”

She leaned down to peer at this flattened form with a condescending smirk, “Heh, seriously?”

“Yes, seriously! In case you’ve forgotten, Amy basically hammered me flat... Thanks to you, I might add!”

Happy to take advantage of the fact that he couldn’t lift so much as a finger to stop her, Chloe reached down and began tracing one fingertip in a leisurely circle over her tiny friend’s crotch. “Wow, no kidding. Amy really did a number on you…” Did she mean his whole body, or just below the belt???

John stared daggers, trying very hard to ignore the distracting presence of her finger against his shaft, “Amy did a number on me!? You’re the one who told her that I couldn’t be crushed!”

“Heh, I did tell her that, didn’t I?” Chloe’s expression was so god damn smug, it made John’s blood boil.

“Why!?”

Chloe shrugged as if the answer were perfectly obvious, “Because it was a genius prank of epic proportions, duh. Another classic Chloe caper. Plus I wanted to see if she’d actually believe me.”

“So don’t you think you ought to give me a hand, considering it’s mostly your fault I’m flat right now???”

Chloe lifted her finger away and tapped it patiently to her pert lips, “I dunno. I mean, technically, you aren’t supposed to ask for any help tonight, cuz of the wager and all that… And I don’t really like your tone…”

“What, do I have to beg???”

Chloe grinned evilly, “Now that you mention it…”

John groaned, “Oh come on, Chloe!”

But the giant brat relented, “Well… Alright, I suppose I can make one teeny little exception… But just this once!”

For a brief moment John was grateful that she was being so reasonable for a change, but then her fingertip loomed over him, encompassing him entirely in shadow. “Um, Chloe???”

*squish!*

Evidently Chloe had chosen to “assist” him by smashing her finger into his body and, in the laziest manner possible, smearing him back and forth in the hopes that he’d eventually come free.

But, as expected, Chloe’s half-hearted efforts proved less than effective, and John remained stuck fast. Whether she was deliberately tormenting him by prolonging his situation, or just being lazy, he couldn’t tell.

When her lack of progress became obvious she huffed in annoyance, “Ugh, you’re not coming off at all!” Having experienced her first obstacle, the giant girl instantly lost her patience, and ground her fingertip forcefully into the table, reducing John to little more than a man-shaped smudge. Chloe frowned downwards as if the situation were all John’s fault, “What gives?”

Despite the immense discomfort he was in, John managed to muster a sarcastic reply, “Keep crushing me under your finger, I’m sure that will help.”

Chloe rolled her eyes, probably considering taking him up on his suggestion, “Hey, I did save you once already, didn’t I? If it weren’t for me, you’d probably be a smudge on the back of Amy’s underwear right now. Not to mention I’m the one scraping your shrunken butt off the table! So how about a ‘Thank you Chloe, you’re the best Chloe, I dream nightly about your tight round ass Chloe’ to show some appreciation, instead of just being snarky?”

John hated to admit it but she had a point… about everything. Unless he wanted to become part of the hallway furniture, he still depended upon this ginormous brat’s good will. Still, he was far from happy about it, “Fine. Thank you for saving me from your unbelievably ditzy friend, you unbelievably smug know-it-all. You’re a shining example of compassion and courtesy towards tiny people everywhere.”

Chloe beamed as if she’d just been crowned Queen Brat, “Aren’t I, though?”

John cleared his throat, “Now if you’re finished, how about peeling me off this stupid table?”

“Fine, fine, keep your pants on, sheesh…”

Using her fingernail like a spatula, Chloe unceremoniously scraped John’s body up and deposited him in the palm of her hand, where he landed with a grunt. Why didn’t she just do that to begin with!?

As she stood, Chloe held John up to her face and asked, “Okay, but seriously, what did you think of her?”

It took a moment for John to recover enough to speak, “What do I think?” He considered it a moment, “Okay, since you asked, what was her deal? Is she always that oblivious???”

Chloe paused, “Oh, that. You know, I’ve never really seen Amy act so careful around a tiny before... she must like you an awful lot.” Chloe gave John a congratulatory -Lucky you!- smile.

It took John a moment to fully process that statement, “Woah woah woah, back up. THAT was her being CAREFUL with me???” Amy had seemed so… Naive? Clueless? Alarmingly uncareful at every turn? Sure, she’d been perfectly friendly with him, there was no denying that, but even her brief attempt to “help” him off the table had ended in disaster. He shuddered to imagine what it was like for the poor tinies that she didn’t bother taking extra precautions for…

Chloe chuckled and set off down the hall, “She did listen when I reminded her she was about to sit on you, didn’t she?”

“I guess so…”

“Look on the bright side. Most tinies are introduced to Amy because she accidentally steps on them, or loses them down her bra, or something.” Chloe giggled, “Or, y’know, because they’re in her seat and she’s too lazy to find somewhere else to sit down.”

John turned pale, “Y-you mean… she might have sat on me anyway? Even if she knew I was there???” He imagined the nightmare of screaming for her attention, only to be ignored and crushed under a towering mountain of flesh as if he wasn’t even there…

Chloe shrugged indifferently, “Well, she seems to like you, so probably not you specifically. And she’d only do that if she had a really good reason, like her feet were tired or something.” Right… a really good reason.

“So, I’m… safe?”

Chloe’s evil chuckle was even less reassuring, “Oh no, I didn’t say that. Any tiny within the same room as Amy is basically one millisecond away from being squished at all times… Whether she likes you or not.”

John shivered, “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

“And just so you know, that was your last freebie save for the night. You’re really on your own after this, until you give up and concede that I win our little wager.”

John groaned loudly. Five minutes and he’d already lost what scant mercy Chloe had been willing to offer? That did not bode well for the rest of the night. John began to wonder if this wager was a very, very bad idea after all…

Next chapter.