"Unaware" (Patreon)

I often wonder if the tinies in my home think I don't see them...

Early in the morning, I awoke to the sounds of squeaking. I hadn't thought much of it, this old house always makes all sorts of noise, so I simply rose from my bed and went about getting dressed per usual. However, the squeaking persisted. Telltale signs someone was trying to get my attention.

Do they know I can't hear what they're saying...?

I smile to myself as I pull on my shirt and let my jeans roll up the length of my legs before snuggly gripping my butt. I really oughta get new pants, I'm getting too big for these ones.... I sigh, before moving over to my desk and flicking on my computer, ready to answer client emails, search for job listings, browse social media; the usual state of affairs. And then I see it.

Ah, there's the noise. Heehee~!

In my desk chair, a tiny waves up at me, no taller than maybe an inch or two. I see them, and they clearly see me, but I wonder if they register I'm looking at them. At that size, its often hard to tell facial expressions. Was there a smile? Excitement? Hope? I can't tell if the shouts grew more excited or if that was simply my own imagination, but I paid it little mind. That'd change soon, after all.

"Wonder what emails I've got..."

I say aloud, looking away from my chair and towards my computer screen as I pull my chair out from beneath my desk, knocking the tiny on their butt. I step in front of my chair and bend down, giving the tiny ample view of my behind as I give them plenty of time to register exactly what is about to happen to them.

Ah, the screaming's started~!

I smile to myself, the volume of the squeaks increasing enough to where I can almost hear a few words. Down here? Wait! Please!! Don't sit!! At least, that's what I imagine they're saying. I pay it no mind as my ass slowly approaches the soft cushion below. The chair has all but molded to the shape of my asscheeks, likely my own fault given how much time I spend in it, and doubly so for when I get an opportunity like this.

"Its gonna be a looooooooong day......"

I speak again as my butt comes crashing down. I do not hesitate, nor let up any pressure. I sit with my whole weight, completely engulfing the seat to the point that parts of my butt spill off the sides. Hmmmm, maybe I'll need a new chair soon too.... But I like this one so much!

The screaming stops. At least as far as I can hear...

I shift from side to side before really grinding my entire weight into the seat. Those silly actions you read in unaware giantess stories online. Just to really drive it home how little they are. How insignificant and miniscule in comparison to someone like me. So small that they do not even register on a girl's radar. So small they become nothing but a stain on her butt as she sits down to work for the day.

Maybe I'd feel worse about it if they hadn't chosen my chair. Tinies often do this. They stand on my chairs, in my shoes, in my underwear drawer. I wonder if they think I don't notice them. If I'm really THAT oblivious. Its almost condescending to think about. Thus, I don't really think too hard about it. Its better that way.

After all, they got onto my chair! Why not climb onto my desk? That's a much better vantage point to try and grab my attention. But no. They chose my chair. Why? The only conclusion I can come to is, on some level, they wanted me to sit on them. They wanted my big, juicy ass to fully engulf them. To succumb to the sheer size of my massive rear end and be buried beneath its enormous beauty.

If they survive, I'll be sure to apologize and tell them I didn't notice. I'm sure they'll just think I hadn't seen them...