You practically have to run to keep up with your little sister's huge stride, her dainty feet with their bright pink painted toenails (which must have needed half a can each) starkly contrasting how dangerous they really are to you at your size. She probably couldn't kill you, but getting stepped on by her would definitely not feel good, even if you did have a foot fetish. Even more worrying than her feet is her huge, panty-clad bubble butt that jiggles with each step she takes. You're a bit ashamed to admit it, but you've always noticed the women in your family have been quite gifted in the rear. Your mom foremost, who's great ass was most definitely passed down to Liz as she reached her teen years. Now it seems June is getting a head start on hers as well, just in time for her to be able to squash you with it should an accident happen.
Your house seems strangely unfamiliar at this size; you feel like you should recognize the hallway you've walked down thousands of times before, but now that it's the size of a gothic cathedral it looks like a completely new place. You see familiar family photos, but they've been blown up to the size of billboards and hung in what seem to be custom built frames. You're pretty sure just about everything in this house would have to be custom made, aside from your normal sized room.
"Something smells delicious in here!" June says as she turns the corner to the kitchen. She certainly is right about that; as you round the corner yourself you're nearly overwhelmed by the delicious smells you're used to smelling at the breakfast table in the morning, but magnified at least ten times. You can't see up on the table, but you're certain there's a massive amount of food prepared for such a massive family. June takes her seat at one of the huge chair, sitting so high her feet dangle above your head. You can see other pairs of legs belonging to the other members of your family sitting at the table as well, like your dad's strong, hairy ones sticking out of his boxers, and Liz's long, rather attractive ones coming out of her long top.
"There you are, honey," your mom says to June from the stove. "Did you bring Steven with you?"
"Oh yeah! I almost forgot about him," June giggles, leaning down you get you. She scoops you up in her big soft hands and places you on the table; you never thought you'd feel an eight year old girl so significantly overpowering you. "There you go, Stevie," she says, her big smiling face peering at you from just over the top of the gigantic table. From this vantage point you can finally get a good view of your newly enlarged family.
Jake, as always, is sitting right next to June in his pajamas, and is currently busy devouring a pancake almost as big around as you are tall drenched in literal gallons of syrup and whipped cream. Opposite them is Liz in a pajama gown that looks like it could have been a blimp cover with a head and arm holes stitched in, she towers at least 10 feet taller than her ginger siblings, devouring a stack of pancakes of her own. To the end of the table is your dad, significantly more massive than the twins and just a few feet taller than Liz, eating a plate of eggs and sausage.
"Good morning, sweethearts," Gwen says sweetly, placing a huge plate of pancakes in front of June as she kisses her on her curly red hair. Seeing her standing up really gives you an idea how massive your nearly 30' tall mother really is. You can barely see her face past her apron covered bosom before she leans down to give you a kiss. As many times as she's kissed you through your life, there's something you've never been made to feel from them until now: fear. Even as soft, pillowy, and loving her lips appear, some primal instinct inside you is screaming at you to run away from the gigantic mouth that looks big to swallow you whole currently descending upon you. You suppress the feeling though, and allow your mom to kiss you, with the only negative result being a cowlick from the moistness of her lips.
"Feeling a little better now, Steven?" she asks as she hands you a plate more appropriately sized for you; in her hand it looks like a dime compared to a normal person.
"Yeah, I'm okay," you tell her, taking the plate from her. "I guess I... just had a kinda weird dream last night or something." You don't really believe that yourself, but you don't really want them to worry about you too much. As far as you're concerned this strange world still feels like a dream, even as many very real experiences you've had so far. But, dream or not, at least it's not a nightmare; your family seems to be basically the same as always, excusing the... awkward encounter with June earlier. You're gonna try not to think about that too much.
You sit down on the table top and eat your breakfast as your family talks about the regular old topics they usually would: your dad talking about work, the twins about cartoons, Liz about school, and your mom sparking all the conversations. The one thing you do notice however is, like June, your family seems to neglect your presence quite often, with the larger of them seeming more prone to it. You hear your name used multiple times in conversation as if you weren't even in the room, although occasionally someone would glance down at you and remember you existed again. You're certain they still love you, but it seems your tiny stature makes you almost non-existent in your family's eyes.
As you finish your breakfast, the rest of your family is still devouring your mom's gigantic cooking. Seems even with huge food they have even more huge appetites. June, in a moment where she acknowledges you, notices you've run out of food.
"Want a piece of mine, Stevie?" she asks, breaking off a piece of her syrupy pancake as big as your head and handing it to you. She doesn't realize the syrup all over her fingers until it's too late, and you end up getting covered with the sweet, sticky stuff. "Oopsie! I'm sorry Stevie, I kinda made a mess of you."
"That's okay, it's fine," you say, holding the huge piece of pancake. "I'll get a shower soon anyway." Aside from feeling a bit gross, you feel like a character out of a cartoon right now, one of those lovable mouse characters or something, holding this gigantic piece of food in your hands. You wouldn't call it a fetish, but you've always had a bit of a curiosity for what it'd be like to be that small. Seems now you'll get to live that out.
You sit down and try to think about what all this giant business means for you while munching on your huge pancake piece. Obviously you'll need to be more careful in your day to day activities now that you live with huge, neglectful giants. You'd hate to be accidentally stepped on, or sat on, or, you shudder to think of this one, eaten by your own family members out of carelessness. You know they'd never mean for it to happen, but it certainly could. Even with all the dangers, though, there's an strong feeling of safety you get from your family now as well. Obviously nobody would mess with people their size, meaning nobody would mess with you either since they'd have your back. And being held by your mom at that size sounds like the most wonderfully warm and comfortable experience right now.
After giving it some thought, you decide you'll try to ask your mom more about this situation you're in. She has to know something, right? Even if she still tells you things have always been this way, maybe you can at least get an explanation about this weird world you've been dropped into instead. You start to make your way down the long wooden table...
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