Triple's Threat - Part 1 (Patreon)

At precisely 11:13am on the brisk Monday morning of Steven Cartwright’s 5th anniversary of marriage to his wife Gabrielle, the 43 year old husband and his two younger brothers Dylan and Jacob found themselves inexplicably shrunken to less than half an inch in height.

It was an otherworldly occurrence that wasn’t preceded by any sort of fantastical or explainable event. One moment, the young twenty-somethings were discussing with him how their time in grad school had been going, and the next thing they knew they were all waking up at their newfound height, stranded upon the vast couch cushions where they’d previously been seated in the living room. Though they had all been together just moments ago, the distance between each other as a result of their shrinking now resulted in the three of them feeling like they were all alone, and each of them took several minutes to process the feeling of inexplicably and spontaneously withering away to a size that was nearly incomprehensible.

Steven and Jacob, the middle brother of them all, had been sitting together on the couch when the phenomenon transpired, but their relative closeness became a thousand feet apart in this newly sized realm. Once the initial shock wore off for them, they were able to just barely spot each other, and Jacob took a minute to run over to Steven so the two of them could make sure they were alright. Their clothes and shoes and everything on their persons had shrunk with them, so there seemed to be no evidence lying on the couch of what had happened. And they weren’t surprised to see that though their phones had shrunk too, neither of them worked, since they were only a few nanometers in size. Steven concluded that if he and Jacob had both shrunken where they had been sitting, and there was no sign of Dylan where he’d been sitting, then he must’ve also shrunk on the recliner where they’d last seen him. Except that recliner now seemed to be over a mile away, so not only could neither of the Cartwrights see the youngest member of their family, but there was now a vast canyon in the way of the three of them all easily reconvening.

“Our brother’s a smart guy,” Steven told Jacob, although it was more to reassure himself than anything. “He’ll realize that what happened to him will have happened to us. Let’s find a way to get down from here, and hopefully we’ll meet up with him in the middle.”

It was a reasonable plan, and Jacob went along with Steven’s notions. But even though they were right that Dylan soon realized what had happened to his two brothers, he felt much more in danger by himself, and took the opposite approach in response to what had happened. He knew that at his size, previously tiny creatures like spiders and cockroaches and flies would be just as big as him, if not bigger. And heading to the floor would put himself in more danger than staying where he was.

So while Steven and Jacob took over an hour to carefully plan and test the material of their couch, before scaling down from the terrifying height that they were at, Dylan actually climbed even higher, scrambling onto the recliner’s armrest and sitting down at the end. He had no idea if everyone in the world had shrunk, or just the people in that room, or some amount in between. But he figured his best chance at being saved would be for Steven's wife to discover him. Because if Gabrielle didn’t, then it was unlikely that anyone else ever would.

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A little after 3pm later that day, Gabrielle Johnson (she hadn’t wanted to take Steven’s name after marrying him) came home from her job as an executive assistant for a independent record label. She'd expected her marriage to Steven to position her as a kind of trophy wife, but staying at home all day had quickly become boring, so Dylan had helped set her up with a job for one of his old high school friends, Matthew. He was a couple years older than Dylan, and graduated shortly after they became friends, but somehow the two had managed to keep in contact throughout the years—which, as Dylan didn’t know, was mostly because he spent a lot of time around his brother and his wife, and since Matthew spent a good bit of time around Dylan, he'd found himself increasingly drawn to the married woman. Dylan didn’t work at the label, so neither he nor his brothers knew that Matthew had recently struck up an affair with Gabrielle. She’d already blown him at least a dozen times in the past few weeks, and wore increasingly suggestive outfits to work without any care for the sexual tension she established at the office. But with a handful of other employees at the company, Gabrielle hadn’t actually “gone all the way” with her boss yet. And the 32 year old woman had grown increasingly impatient and frustrated by the seemingly constant presence of Steven whenever she was home, hindering her from ever inviting her Dylan's friend over. Until today.

“Hey, I’m home early,” Gabrielle’s voice monotonously rang out as the front door opened, hoping, as she always did, that for once nobody would answer her back. She had come home early today on purpose, assuming that her husband would be at work and the house would be empty. She hadn’t known that the three men had been planning to surprise her for her and Steven’s 5 year anniversary. But their plans had been rendered moot, thanks to some crazy accident that they couldn’t explain and Gabrielle wasn’t even aware of. From her perspective, they were just gone.

“Thank God,” Gabrielle muttered to herself, unaware that her husband and his brothers were watching her from their microscopic position in the living room. “Finally I can have some me time. At least for a little while…” As nice as lounging around the house without anyone home sounded to her, she’d been waiting for weeks for a proper time to finally invite her boss over and have some fun with him. She sent him off a text, letting Matthew know the coast was clear, and then breathed a sigh of relief, settling into the chair where Dylan had been sitting just a few hours earlier.

Watching Gabrielle walk through the front door had given Dylan a greater flood of relief than anything he’d felt in years. Her arrival—which he’d always known was inevitable but still been anxious for—meant that he actually had a chance at being saved now. When she called throughout the house to see if anyone was home, he enthusiastically shouted back, “Gabby, over here! I’m over on the armchair!” But she didn’t actually respond; clearly, she hadn’t heard him. And what’s more, he hadn’t even heard his brothers call out for help either. Which either meant something had happened to them after they’d shrunk, or their voices were too tiny for him to hear. He genuinely didn’t know which was worse.

With every step Gabrielle took through the house, Dylan shouted her name over and over again, and the anxiety he’d felt before she came home started to creep back into his brain. But while his mouth was busy yelling for her attention, his eyes seemed to be a part of a different line of thinking.

Dylan knew Jacob shared his attraction towards their older brother's wife, even though they'd just barely finished high school by the time the beautiful 29 year old woman wed their brother. She was tall and slender, with medium-toned black skin and shining brown eyes—the total opposite of the short, burly, pasty boys that all three of the Cartwright men were.

In short, Dylan couldn’t keep from feeling a mesmerized sense of awe as he looked up at the beautiful woman who’d become a significant yet distinctly unintimate part of his life just a few years ago. And though he wanted her to save him, obviously, there was a tiny part of him that pestered him to shut up, just for a couple minutes. Even though it could mean life or death, his dumb male brain fantasized about what it’d be like to jack off while watching her, while she was completely oblivious to his presence. Admittedly, he’d masturbated to some of her Instagram photos in the past, mostly when he’d been in high school and she and Steven had still been dating. But jacking it while she was right in front of him, a million times bigger than him and unable to catch him in the act… was unfortunately a dangerously big turn-on for the horny college boy.

It was a terrifying combination, fear and infatuation. While Dylan stood on the armrest, watching as Gabrielle took a seat on the mountainous furniture he was perched on, he nervously reached into his pants. It was surreal, to be so close to her that he naturally felt like she saw him, and yet despite pulling his pants down and grabbing his dick, Gabrielle had no idea her husband's speck-sized brother stood just inches from her hand.

For a few minutes, Dylan tempted fate by standing in the presence of this goddess-sized woman, fiercely stroking his cock like he was scared she’d catch him in the act at any moment. Her hand, slender and perched like it was an art exhibit, stood nearby him on the armrest. Every twitch from one of her fingers made his heart skip a beat, until he quickly became conditioned to ignore the sudden movements. Even when she drummed her fingers nearby, he paid no mind to it. So when Gabrielle actually moved her hand for real, Dylan didn’t realize he should jump out of the way until it was too late.

Too absorbed in his own licentiousness to recognize the danger of her gargantuan hand, he was suddenly swept up in their motion, hurtling towards the woman’s hips. She hadn’t grabbed him, since she still had no idea he was even there, but his body was so small that her hand’s momentum was enough to carry him where her fingers were headed. Just seconds ago the microscopic boy had been pleasuring himself, yet now Dylan was practically fighting for his life, scrambling to not get caught in Gabrielle’s clothing as she shimmied her skirt down from her hips. He was so preoccupied with not dying from the myriad of ways that the giant woman might crush him that he didn’t even think to start screaming for help again, since every fall and tumble he took nearly knocked his breath out. He also didn’t realize right away that she was partially undressing herself, shimmying her skirt and panties down so she could masturbate while waiting for Matthew to arrive.

“God, I hope Steven doesn't come home with them again,” Gabrielle muttered to herself, using her other hand to pull up Matthew’s Instagram as she traced her finger around her labia. “Them” was referring to Dylan and Jacob, of course; she didn't hate them exactly, but she was aggressively apathetic to their dull personalities. The comment only halfway registered with Dylan; before he could steady himself enough to try and get her attention, he fell onto Gabrielle's fingers again, just in time for them to slip past her lower lips and plunge him into a dangerous and disorienting darkness.