?? awoke screaming, “No, Susan!” His body was covered in sweat, tossing his hands around, thinking he was still inside that nightmare. After realizing he wasn’t dreaming anymore, he started to calm down, his chest puffing in and out.
“It was just a dream. It wasn’t real. Shrinking, that’s simply impossible.”?? whispered to himself. While Reeling from the shock, he decided to ignore his dream and go back to sleep but couldn’t help but notice the mattress felt weird. He didn’t feel the cotton in it, the springiness that kids loved. Instead, ?? felt this paper-like softness, and it felt colder. Curious to what fabric was, patting the texture around him. It almost felt like Charmin? “No, no, it was a dream, all a dream,” he said to himself as if he didn’t believe it. There’s no way he was sleeping on toilet paper, he thought. As if to prove his point, he rolled, expecting to fall right out of bed. He rolled and rolled and rolled. ?? began hyperventilating. Deep down, he knew he had shrunk. People under immense stress would smoke, drink, get laid, or eat more.
?? didn’t have any of these, so he went into denial. Change is hard because people overestimate the value of what they have—and underestimate what they may gain by giving that up. In his case, it was the opposite. He underestimated the size he once had and overestimated his independence. ??, not wanting to accept the reality of his situation, was too scared to open his eyes, yet he did. It took a while for his eyes to adjust to the dark, and once they did, he absorbed his surroundings, the moonlight peeking through their bedroom window, as he sat still in the center of his emotions. An endless wasteland of wood flooring and occasional house-sized makeup equipment, it all came back to him. He started shrinking a week ago and reached his final height yesterday. Over the week, Susan and ?? talked about how everyone’s lives would change with his new size.
Flashback
“There will be some hardships. We agreed on your independence. No matter what size, you shall hold some of that. But remember, I get to make decisions for your safety as well. We will fight, cry, but most importantly, we will laugh and smile. We will only get through this together, as a family” he vaguely remembered her saying that. Yep, that’s the woman he fell in love with. That fact also frightened him. ?? has known Susan for 14 years. The main problem was her cluelessness, forgetfulness, and misinterpretations. It was a deadly factor now, Yet kind and bubbly by nature; she also had a cold-hearted business attitude as expected of one raised in a business lineage.
End of Flashback
?? now stands at a quarter-inch tall. On the nightstand sleeping in a makeshift toilet paper bed because “I might roll on you and crush you, you know how much of a messy sleeper I am.” How degrading, he thought. She couldn’t have at least gotten a pillow, napkin, hell a tissue is better than something you wipe your rear with; even if ?? voiced his opinions, he would still get vetoed for safety reasons. Since he shrank, he has bottled up his feelings constantly. No one around was his size, so that meant that none could relate to his situation, not one ear he could lean on. ?? ’s voice was inaudible to his wife, Maria was considerate but too young, and Sarah was a baby. He had to get it through his thick head that he wasn’t an independent man anymore. Like it or not, he had to depend on his family. He used to be a family man, a 5’9 tall cheery person. For 18 years, ?? was self-sufficient. All he had to do was work for it. Now that same ?? was standing barely past a Lego’s shin and smaller than most bugs. He was depressed over his circumstances and feelings of unimportance, pathetic, and helplessness. Why?
Examples would be going down the stairs to the living room. It would typically take someone a few seconds, but it would take ?? a few hours without help. Eating breakfast is even an obstacle to him. His teeth can’t penetrate most foods like meat, apples, etc. Without help slicing and giving him food, he’ll starve.
While analyzing his feelings, ?? walked across the nightstand to sit on the ledge and gaze around. From where he sat, he thought Susan looked like a mountain range. The moonlight shined through the window, basking his wife in its radiance, revealing her curves. “I am married to the curviest woman ever!”?? thought, trying to find a positive view of this situation, though few there were. She never had above-average curves, but things change when your wife is the size of a mountain. One peak is her shoulder, and the other is her hip. In the middle, a U formed the perfect mountain range. Most of Susan’s bareback is concealed by golden hair. He could barely make out some skin. He felt like he was a stalker, “Well, time to go… hot damn,” As if Susan heard him about to go back to sleep. She shifted, and the covers lifted, revealing her naked butt so soft, succulent, and lovely. He couldn’t help recalling the good times when he used to touch, smack, squeeze it and rub his face all over that soft, heart-shaped ass. But his nostalgia quickly left, knowing what would happen if he tried it in his current state. Even if the unlikely hood Susan felt it, she would smack the itch, thinking it was a bug. He used to hug, kiss, and make love to her. All that felt like a lifetime ago now. A dildo can please her more than he could. The same nightstand he was sleeping on used to be one of many locations they had... let’s go with lovemaking.
After recollecting all those memories, he got up and jogged to his bed, jumped, did a 360 mid-air and a few backflips, and stuck the landing. At least that is what he would have liked. He isn’t batman. In reality, his jump couldn’t even make it over the first fold of toilet paper. He had to climb the wrinkles in the sheet. He shed a single tear, letting his emotions out, for he can wear a perfect mask tomorrow.
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On Monday morning, ?? flew up and landed face-first into the wooded surface. Sensing the world-shaking in rhythm, he quickly recovered and frantically looked around. “World war three! The predictions were right, call the National Guard!!... oh, it’s just my wife.” Susan caused the tremors from simply waking up and casually walking back and forth, getting ready for her day. ?? admired the curve and swaying in her giant hips as she walked, a literal moving mountain. Let’s say his body wanted something badly. Two-toned, sleek legs were leading up to a gorgeous rear. He stared for a good solid second, admiring it. He felt like his jaw hit the floor as she began to dress in front of him.
Those tears he shed last night were soon going to be tears of joy. The heart-shaped ass was wiggling around simply spectacularly. As she finished putting on her clothes, she turned and approached the nightstand that leveled with her crotch to check herself out. What he saw made his mouth stretch even further. Today she had her mid-back length golden hair in a ponytail. Her outfit was a pair of yoga pants that stopped mid-calf and her sports bra that exposed enough cleavage, at least what she had ahem not much.
Directly in front of him was Susan’s gigantic crotch. He imagined under all that fabric. There was a pulsing vagina. Just the mere thought made him aroused. Still, he could feel the heat surrounding it. Even with the material covering it, it was noticeable. It had this anonymous presence hard to explain, the hormones it spread surrounding his body, how easily it could warm him up from a night of coldness, and how easily it could end him. He thought the intense warmth surrounding it felt like a kitchen with stoves on. As he was admiring it, he felt a gust of wind coming from above, cooling down the temperature. What he saw made him rock hard. His wife was touching her breasts, cupping them, and moving them in a circular motion. There’s no way her making that movement was causing these gusts of wind. ?? felt like he was invading someone’s privacy.
“Susan, I am down here. May you please pick me-” Before he could say anything else, she turned away, causing her ass to bump into the nightstand. ?? ’s entire world shook, he tried to get his balance, but he tripped, stumbling forward and landing on something soft. She was unaware that simple motion affected someone’s much smaller world.
?? patted the area around him, and whatever he landed on was vibrating for a moment than when it stopped. The ground below his feet stopped too. How weird. Hmm, squishy, firm, not too soft or too rough, he thought.
?? ’s naked front body was pressed into his wife’s butt-covered leggings, and the world had stopped shaking because of her butt being pushed into the nightstand. Absorbing the kinetic energy she unleashed. ?? removed his face from the soft material, only to have his penis stroke at sight. If this keeps going, he has to find a way to release all this pent-up energy(Hubba Hubba). His penis deflated instantly when an enormous shadow enveloped his part of the nightstand. Susan’s black yoga pants were hugging her two building-sized cheeks, and in the middle of those cheeks, there was a cut like a valley, complimenting her peach-shaped ass even more. He forgot the most simple thing, these assets that grew were maybe even more fantastic to gawk at, but they also could endanger him.
*Boom*
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Susan woke up and saw a messed-up bedroom due to her being a messy sleeper. Her husband mentioned that she was crazy while sleeping, which might be true. Susan threw bedsheets everywhere, pillows scattered throughout the floor, and her foot hanging out of the bed. Seeing this mess made her Not want to get up. Instead, she rolled over, expecting to fall on ?? ’s chest and then be received, cuddle with her, embrace her with his warmth, and possibly feel his morning wood near her bottom. All Susan had to hug was the air. Hmm, confused at first why he wouldn’t be in bed with her till she remembered it was a Monday. Why does Monday come so quickly? She thought, finally getting the bearings to get up and sighed. Susan knew today’s morning was Gonna be difficult because, without ?? here, she would shoulder the morning’s responsibility all alone. Susan was finally getting her workout clothes on, consisting of a loose tank top that constantly reminded her of her tiny chest. Why couldn’t she have gotten her mother’s largest asset hogger, she thought. Her tank top cut just below her breast, revealing a smooth, toned stomach with signs of abs and leggings hugging the right places. Susan walked to the mirror on the nightstand admiring her face and checking for pimples, thinking how pretty she is and ?? should feel lucky to be married to her, unaware of the tiny admirer near her crotch. Then she remembered ?? ’s Step-sister Madelyn if he grew up around her sister, who had a massive chest, probably a foot of cleavage. Why would he be interested in her petite ones?
As Susan thought this, she groped her breasts, trying to make them touch each other to prove that she too had it going, which was a struggle, and after half a minute, she still couldn’t do it. Enough playing around. She had a busy day today. Take Maria to school. After that, leave Sarah at the daycare. Come back and do her daily workout, shower puts on her work clothes, and go to the company. Susan turned around, ready to check up on her daughters, but couldn’t help but feel she bumped something. It didn’t surprise her much. Her butt had a habit of doing that. She looked over her shoulder as if the universe had answered her question, why would ?? be interested in her? It wasn’t her chest but her other weapon.
From the mirror, Susan looked at her back. She had an hourglass figure from behind, and she could remember him calling it heart-shaped or apple-shaped, something like that. Their nightstand wasn’t oversized, relatively small. It stood at 20 inches tall and 20 inches wide, yet it was cute. Susan could easily cover the surface with her butt. Then she had a thought, why not take a picture showing her most significant asset ?? after all? He was an ass guy. How do millennials nowadays take pictures? Oh yeah. She backed up, pressing her behind on the bed stand and aimed her phone camera over her shoulder. It seemed wrong, they didn’t do it like this. After scouring through her memories, she remembered. Surprisingly Suan didn’t recollect ?? ’s current predicament as well. Oh yeah, they did it like this, she thought. She slightly lifted her butt enough to sit on the ledge of the nightstand, and her incredible weight made the nightstand lift off the ground.
She stuck her tongue out and winked a complete Millennial picture right there. As Susan took the picture, she felt something slide under her left cheek. She sighed, pushed her hand under her left cheek, and fished out whatever it was. She was stunned to see toilet paper, curious as to why it would be there of all places. Then she felt a slight tingle below her right cheek and looked over her shoulder once more to see a very tiny toy covered by her rear, only its top spilling out. Was it one of Maria’s Legos, no too small, couldn’t be Sarah she didn’t have toys these little because for obvious reasons? While she was thinking, she didn’t notice how she was subconsciously leaning back, causing the landslide of fabric to engulf the toy slowly. She couldn’t help but think it looked like ??!
The memories started flooding in how she watched countless tutorials on strengthening eyesight. She did all this to spot ?? and recognize him. How could she have forgotten, she thought. Susan bolted up from the bed table and crouched to get a better view of his state, fearful only to see a red spot. Thankfully he was ok because he was standing back up.
“Sorry… I forgot about the whole shrinking thing. Umm, Good Morning!” Susan said sheepishly.
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He watched, petrified as it slowly descended. He started running away for his life, and sadly it wasn’t enough. When she sat down, it sounded like an explosion. Her fat yet muscular muscle ass started to spill like a tsunami swallowing everything it saw. Even as pathetic as it sounded, the motion of the cheek was faster than ??, and it bulldozed over him. Cloth smothered him into almost nothingness under the leggings’ soft, incredible mass, but his running wasn’t in vain for only from the waist and below got caught. Its advance suddenly stopped. Now it’s his chance. He started to bang on the fabric with all his might. He watched how it absorbed his punches. His fist would sink into the cloth, like punching a pillow. ?? ’s fists would leave no mark, but he would watch the material retract and envelope his fist.
“Susan, get your FA-”?? lost all his air as the cheek resumed its advance, squishing the air out his lungs, he hoped it would stop, but it didn’t, unlike last time. The cheek was practically eating him slowly. He started to wiggle his lower body, hoping to make her feel him before being encased in a tomb of pure ass. Now he would be buried underneath his wife’s rump when not long ago he could effortlessly lift her and pin her to the wall. Thinking it was the end, he started silently praying.
“Well, if I die, God can you please tell my wife through a vision when she wakes up without cleaning herself up she looks like a witch- '' His plan worked even God dreaded things. Still, as the landmass lifted off him, his lower body was going along with it for a moment, then *bam* he landed back on the surface.
?? got up And looked at the face peering from above. Susan’s blue water-like eyes examined me head to toe, he would have felt flattered, but they were checking him out for injuries. After confirming he hadn’t suffered any injuries, she smiled. The smile that he fell in love with and the smile that made him confess.
“sorry… I forgot about the whole shrinking thing. umm GOOD MORNING!” Suan said with a booming voice. ?? could hear the genuine apology in her voice and tried to defuse the situation by bursting out a good morning, but it had the opposite effect. The force she created from her burst speed of speech flattened him against the wooden surface. He was feeling his eardrums about to burst.
Susan noticed this. “Sorry, how about I put you on the dinner table till we get back,” she said, speaking softly so as not to injure his ears again. He was furious.
“How you could have forgotten! And most importantly, why a tissue! Do you know how hard it is-” he couldn’t have finished before her giant fingers plucked him off the nightstand giving him a full-body hug between her fingers. She then gently hovered him above her open hand and dropped him.
It was an inch drop to her, but it was a 20 ft drop to him. He screamed like a girl though he would deny it if you asked him. Luckily ?? landed safely on her palm due to his soft cushioned skin landing. Susan then began to walk, causing him to fall flat on his back. Though she probably did her best to keep it steady, her movement still couldn’t allow him to stand, so he stayed flat on the bed water-like surface. It wasn’t like he wasn’t enjoying the journey to the living room. Being on a hand the size of a field can be exciting as the first man on the moon.
All that faded, remembering how he was dismissed so easily, two fingers shut him up, and Susan didn’t even notice his rant of him being forgotten. He started thinking long and hard. She mentally blocked his new height, thinking Alejandro was still regular size. Why, though? he knew it would be stressful for both of them, but unlike him, she had stress relief options. Could Susan smoke and drink? No, she wouldn’t do it because of the kids. She wants to be a positive influence. How about eating? No, she wants to be in shape. Then what of going out and enjoying shopping and, most importantly, girls night, no with him shrunk, there is no one to watch the kids and now including him it was like taking care of another kid. Getting laid was the last option. ?? ’s skin lost color when he realized it was not that she couldn’t get laid. It’s that she chooses not to.
As Susan reached her destination, she asked him to hop off. Her skin felt strange under his feet, warm and supple yet firm, and he could feel every bump as he got off. ?? couldn’t help but watch her grab the controller and turn on the TV, and adjust the audio for his benefit, probably to keep him distracted. He watched her disappear into the kitchen, making the tremors and explosions seem like distant echoes. ?? felt like he needed to do something. She couldn’t even hear his rant. He thought that Susan might not listen to him, but she could see him. ?? felt the table shake, indicating her return. She came back holding two cups of glass filled with milk. ?? felt gravity suddenly disappear as he went airborne for two seconds, unaware that it was caused by Susan putting the cup rather forcefully. Why? Ignorance. He looked upwards only to see her quickly chug down millions and millions of gallons, lumps repeatedly seen in her throat going down. She must have been in a hurry, But what if he was in that cup? Would she have noticed? He thought. Then Alejandro imagined himself being eaten.
...
He stared at the vast, wet cavern of his wife’s mouth. It seemed hungry. Susan opened her mouth as wide as she could, then extended her appendage outward, like a fleshy, bumpy, red carpet only multiple times bigger. She released him, thinking of him as a simple candy. ?? landed right in the center of the hot, sticky mass of flesh. ?? felt his body sink into the taste buds covering Susan’s tongue. He felt scared. It only amplified when everything started to get darker. He quickly turned to see her lips beginning to close. “Susan.. comes on, haha. Susan!!” ??’s instincts activated, and he ran to the glimmer of light but wasn’t fast. It turned pitch black.
“OH, Sh-” he felt the slimy mass below him start to move; it licked him up, down, and all around his body, then repeatedly passed between her cheek, teeth, and finally tongue, then it stopped and the chaos suddenly disappeared. “Thank God you noticed I wasn’t a candy,” just as ?? finished saying this, her tongue tilted, making him land in a puddle of water?
No, it wasn’t. He tried to lift his hands but couldn’t. This substance stuck on him, making him heavier and soaked to the brim. He realized what this was, but it was too late. She started swishing you around her spit for a while, presumably trying to get the flavor out of him. A massive glob of saliva carried you around her mouth like transportation. He thought he was a goner until light reentered, but ?? felt like he was on a water slide. He traveled down her tongue only to see her tip pointing upwards. He didn’t care where he would land as long as it was far away from the cavern. Susan demolished ??’s hopes away by making her tongue tip curl sandwiching him and the glob of spit he was on.
“AHHHH,” he heard from above. Confusing him, Susan wasn’t this childish.
The tongue uncurled, but the spit made him glued fast to it. “Mom, this candy is so good!! What flavor is this again?” visibly confused, he looked at the person across him talking to his captor. Susan!!
“Green Apple sweetie, you’re favorite,” Susan said sweetly. ?? Couldn’t believe he was currently on his daughter Maria’s tongue.
“It’s delicious... Buy me another one later, please, Mom!.” Maria said, retracting the appendage back into her mouth.
“No Maria, it’s me, Daddy... Don’t do this, please.'' His words reached no one’s ears as the massive glob of saliva carried him down her throat with an audible GULP.
A vast lump was seen going down her throat in the outside world.
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?? was pulled out of (his fantastic, creative daydreaming ability... He crazy.) By a booming voice.
“Honey, I have no idea where to keep you while I am gone to drop off the kids. Usually, I would leave you on the floors to your devices, but after this morning, I am not sure,” asked Susan.
“Babe, you could leave me on the floor like usual. I haven’t stretched my legs since waking up,”?? answered, waiting and waiting for a response, but nothing came, just the blank stare of Susan. “Oh, I see that you can’t quite hear me… Hehe, this has its benefits finally after all this time… When you wake up every morning without cleaning yourself up... YOU LOOK LIKE A WIT-”?? couldn’t finish letting out the heaviest thing he’s been carrying for 14 years. He was unaware. While he spoke, he made gestures with his hands pointing at the empty glass of milk.
She looked at him and noticed ?? pointing to the empty glass genius, she thought. While he looked at what his wife was staring at, She wouldn't. Yet she did. Turning the glass over and placing it over him, trapping him. ?? felt the atmosphere seal off, causing the smell of milk to be left magnified by his size, and it wasn’t a pleasant smell at all. He wanted to be left on the floor to explore, not this; he ran towards the glass shouting and banging, “don’t leave me in here,” but all the response he got was her leaning back, nodding her head in approval of what she did as if she solved a puzzle. “Now stay here till I return, honey. This glass should keep you protected from any uninvited guest,” she said with fake chivalry as she was a prince saving me.
Fantastic, how much longer do I have to wear this mask, he thought.