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Rated: E · Interactive · Erotica · #2200726
You are a one foot tall guy about to meet the family of his regular sized fiancé!
This choice: Sophie helps you off her chair, and you decide to leave her room.  •  Go Back...
Chapter #5

Afternoon Matinee

    by: Unknown
Eventually, Sophie’s stronger sense of morals won out, and she decided that it would be way too premature to force you into helping her out with her streams. She’d just met you, after all. Maybe in a few weeks you’d be more willing.

Coming to this conclusion, Sophie delicately lifted you off of her chair and set you down on the ground. While you reformed peacefully on the plush carpeted floor, Sophie settled into her chair and explained the situation to her viewers.

After you finished reforming, you looked up at Sophie, her towering form sitting in her chair, and you tapped her on the leg. She glanced down at you a moment later and smiled.

“What’s up, lil’ Jake?” She asked, apparently already inserting cute pet names into her conversations with you. This bothered you a bit, but now was hardly the time to bring it up.

“Uh…I think I might head out. Don’t want to distract you from your stream…thing.” You said, sheepishly. Some of what Sophie had described had gone over your head.

Sophie frowned slightly, her cheery demeanor slipping just a tad. “Oh. Okay.” Then, her happiness came back. “When my stream is done, we, like, totally have to do something fun! Promise!”

You returned her enthusiasm with a smile of your own. “Heh. I promise, Sophie!”

Sophie beamed at you as you waved goodbye and then strolled out of her room. Leaving the youngest Smalls sister’s room, you didn’t really have a plan on where you wanted to go. You’d only left as to avoid any more accidents with Sophie. She seemed a tiny bit airheaded and oblivious as is, and adding her whole streaming gig onto the pile seemed like a recipe for her squishing and squashing you due to her forgetfulness.

You figured going back to Cassie was a good idea, so you returned to their stairway and climbed down to the ground floor. Going down the steps was loads easier than going up, though you almost tripped and fell headfirst all the way down. Because of your size, all you had to do was slide yourself down one step at a time, being careful to control your momentum.

At the base of the stairs, you wracked your brain trying to remember the layout of this house that was still so new to you, and finally remembered which hallway led to the spacious living room. Surprisingly, the living room was totally empty, but before you could ponder why that was, two humongous hands fell over you, grabbing onto your body and hoisting you up into the sky without warning.

You let out a short cry of shock, which was quickly muffled by soft, squishy breast flesh. It was Cassie, who had snuck up behind you, grabbed you up, and hugged you tightly to her chest, pressing your face firmly into what exposed flesh her shirt allowed. You instantly relaxed, knowing you were safe in your fiancée’s warm embrace, though you made a mental note to get her back later on for giving you such a scare.

“Hey there, handsome.” Cassie almost purred. “Wandering around all alone like that…makes me want to just snatch you up!”
With a bit of force, you pulled your head back from your wonderful bride-to-be’s tits just enough to speak. “What are you talking about, Cassie?”

Cassie snorted. “No idea. You just looked really cute walking around on the ground like that.”

You rolled your eyes. “Dork.”

Your fiancée gently flicked you on the head after that remark, and then carried you further into the living room. She plopped down onto the couch, and set you down beside her. She had sat on the rightmost section of the couch, up against the armrest, leaving the left all to you. It was almost comical, just how little space your one-foot tall body took up.

“Actually, I was thinking of watching this movie.” Cassie explained, picking up a movie case from the coffee table in front of the couch. It was apparently some film named ‘Death’s Glare’, and the over-the-top edgy imagery on the movie case made it look like a horror film that was perhaps trying to a bit too hard.

You frowned. “A little early in the day for a horror movie, isn’t it?”

“Mid-afternoon?” Cassie said. “That’s fine. Anytime is okay for a horror movie in my book! See, this one is supposed to be about a vengeful ghost that can kill someone by looking into their very soul. BUT, it only comes out on a full moon!”

You smirked. “Is it a ghost or a werewolf?”

Cassie flicked you again for berating her, though she was grinning. “Listen, Jake the killjoy, did you want to watch it or not?”
You gave your giantess fiancée a thumbs up. “I’ll watch it, yeah. But you always get really scared of horror movies, and have a hard time sleeping every night you watch one.”

Cassie flinched at your brutal truth. “…maybe, or maybe this time is different! Maybe my little man will help me feel safe and secure!” Cassie’s voice dropped in pitch, settling into a huskier tone as she sensually traced a finger down your abdomen, towards your crotch. You couldn’t help but shiver, earning a triumphant giggle from the titanic brunette.

Satisfied she’d thoroughly coerced you into watching with her, Cassie stood up briefly to put the DVD into the player, as well as close all the curtains in the room and turned off the lights. As she settled back into place, you had to admit that it was nearly pitch black in the room, even though it was still only about three o’clock in the afternoon.

The movie began, and it was a breezy two hours from start to finish. There were ghosts, there were people screaming, and there was a decent amount of death and cheap jump scares. Cassie jumped a few times, each time jostling you a bit in your seat, and let out a cute shriek once. You had laughed at hearing your adorkable fiancée cry out like that, which had earned you a dismissive tongue-sticking-out and a lightly pinched head. You had honestly deserved that. You thus tried to make up for it by scooting over across the couch towards the middle, and laid on your fiancée’s warm thigh.

When the movie ended, you weren’t totally surprised by Cassie grinning like a little girl as she grabbed the movie case for ‘Death’s Glare 2’ from the floor and proudly showed it to you. You only rolled your eyes as Cassie slid the DVD for the horrific sequel into the player, then ran off to go make popcorn. She returned five minutes later with a massive bowl of popcorn, which she laid out on the coffee table.

Right as she was about to hit the ‘play’ button, you caught movement in your peripheral vision, and looked just in time to see a massive, bikini-clad body run into the room and fly in the air towards you. By a sheer stroke of luck, a gigantic ass just barely missed you, crashing down onto the leftmost section of the couch, leaving you just a few scant inches of room between the two titans now sharing the sofa. You did bounce a bit into the air, though.

Obviously, it was Sophie, and the bubbly blonde giggled ecstatically after crashing onto the couch. “Hey, Cass! What’cha doing?” She asked, looking her sister in the eye. Apparently, she hadn’t even noticed you on the couch, nor noticed how closely she’d come to squashing you under her bubble butt.

Cassie wasn’t as oblivious. “Sophie! Watch out for–” She stopped as she glanced down and just barely saw you through the darkness of the living room. You gave her a wave and a smile, though you figured she probably couldn’t tell you were smiling.

This brought Sophie’s attention to you, and the airheaded girl leaned down and squinted. She could just barely make out your blurry shape, as her eyes hadn’t adjusted to the darkness yet. “OMG, hey there, lil’ Jake! Aw, didn’t even see you there. You two lovebirds watching a movie?” Sophie sniffed the air and almost seemed to start panting. “Oh. Ooh! Popcorn! Delish!”

Cassie shook her head at her sister’s antics. “Yeah, Soph. Popcorn and a movie. Want to join? I’ll warn you, it’s a horror movie.” Cassie explained, and you couldn’t help but grin. She was acting as if she was the confident big sister looking out for her younger sister, when she herself was scared of the films. You just found them dumb. Fun, but dumb.

Sophie hesitated a second, and then stammered out a reply. “S-sure, I’ll join. Horror movies d-don’t scare me!” Sophie proudly proclaimed, fooling no one.

Wiggling a bit to get comfortable on the couch, Sophie ended up squeezing a little bit closer to Cassie than before. Her bare thigh (as she was still wearing only her revealing two-piece bikini) pressed into your face, her supple skin heavenly soft. You backed up an inch instinctively, only to find Cassie’s equally firm thigh at your back.

It was only now that the situation dawned on you. The Smalls family couch was a short couch for two normal people to sit on comfortably, and the naturally blessed and well-developed bodies of the Smalls women were pushing the boundaries of the couch. With Cassie on your right, and Sophie on your left, the space between them was only about three inches, barely enough for you to fit, and not even enough for you to sit without touching either of their legs. If they started moving any more than this…

As if to answer your fear, Sophie shifted her right leg just a tad, and her thigh steamrolled over your left leg, squashing it flat. You tried to shout up a warning to the girl, but Cassie started that movie at that exact second, cutting you off. The film beginning, and Cassie and Sophie entranced by the action on screen, it was too late. You could only pray that watching a movie between these two jumpy, scaredy giantesses wasn’t going to go too poorly.
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