"Okay, I think I've got it. Charlotte, you can sleep with Stacy, Chloe can go ahead and share with Shannon, and I'll share with Sammy!" Mia blurted out, smiling as if she had just solved some great riddle.
"Hold on, don't I..." you tried to interject before Mia's voice completely drowned you out.
"Shannon and I used to share beds all the time when we were younger, but I think we might be a little too big for that now," Mia added with a giggle, raising her eyebrows at your mom's and her own assets, "so this way works out the best for everyone!" she concluded. You sighed, knowing that this brief explanation was enough to convince your mother at least, and there wasn't much use in pushing the issue. "At least it's not Charlotte" you thought to yourself as you noticed her eyeballing you and grinning mischievously.
"Let's go get settled in then we can regroup and hang out, the trip was long and I think we all need a day to relax." Mia finished her statement and her daughters nodded in agreement. "Come on Sammy, you can give me the grand tour." She finished, depositing you on her shoulder before beginning to walk down the hallway. You quickly grabbed onto a few strands of hair to keep yourself from falling and turned around to see the rest of the girls heading into their rooms as well. Stacy glanced back at you and shrugged her shoulders. It was clear that she didn't agree with the sleeping arrangements either but for once either your mom or your aunt made up their minds, you and Stacy were equally powerless to change them.
Mia sauntered into your room, you couldn't help but glance down at her athletic-wear-clad body, jiggling to and fro despite the tight spandex struggling mighty to contain her curves. In a moment you two had reached your room and you glanced at the desk, seeing your makeshift clothes-rack made out of popsicle sticks sitting right in the center. A few years back you got tired of keeping your clothes in drawers that you could get lost in and decided to fashion yourself a little piece of furniture to hold your limited wardrobe. You smiled briefly, always proud of your work, but at that exact moment you felt Mia's body stir beneath you. "Hup!" She grunted, swinging her heavy suitcase in the air and over the desk. *CRACK* she slammed her suitcase down, utterly obliterating in an instant something that took you days to create. You facepalmed, knowing that this was only an omen of things to come.
"Hmm? What was that noise?" Mia asked, lifting up her suitcase. She glanced underneath and saw some shattered popsicle sticks and teeny, half inch long pieces of cloth strewn between them. "What are these little scraps of cloth?" She said aloud again. The way she was talking sounded as if she was talking to herself rather than you.
"That was my clothes-rack, Aunt Mia." You responded dejectedly.
"AH" Mia shrieked and jumped upon hearing your voice. "Oh Sammy! I almost totally forgot about you! You startled me!" She laughed, and you quietly groaned. It seemed she was just as forgetful as you always thought she was. "I'm so sorry about destroying your little thingie, but here, there's more than enough room for both of our clothes in the drawer." Mia spoke to you as she separated the clothes and popsicle sticks, before opening the nearby dresser drawer and dropping your entire wardrobe in. She then unzipped her suitcase, an impossibly giant container stuffed to the brim with her clothes. She reached into one pocket and pulled out a mountain-sized (compared to you) pile of underwear and dumped it all in right on top of where she placed your clothes. "See! Perfect!" She exclaimed giddily. You shot a weak thumbs up at her, hiding your pain. Having to get anywhere near Mia's underwear seemed like the worst idea imaginable, and now you would be forced to do it if you ever wanted to get dressed.
"Well I'll just set you down over here while I finish up, then maybe we can all relax around the house for the day!" Mia didn't even wait for your response as she placed you on the bed and resumed packing. At the other side of the room she was too far away for you to really reach her with your tiny voice, so you resigned to sitting back and chilling for the time being. Nearly 30 minutes passed as you would periodically glance over to see Mia's gigantic ass swaying back and forth, humming some tune and unpacking all of her junk. Just as you felt around your mother, while every other guy on the planet would be drooling at this sight, it inspired almost exclusively fear in you, knowing the damage that her derriere could do to you in an instant. Finally, Mia finished and walked back to you.
"Alright, let's go see what everyone else is up to!" She said as she scooped you into her hands, holding you a bit too tightly in her fist as she walked into the living room, where everyone else was already watching TV. Almost surprisingly, she handed you to Stacy and you breathed a sigh of relief. You knew that for the time being, Stacy could at least keep you safe.
For the rest of the afternoon she did just that. All of the ladies hung out, watched TV, played some board games, ate snacks, and Stacy kept you out of harm's reach the entire time! In all honesty it was actually a decent afternoon! With nobody squashing you, you were able to enjoy the company of Mia and Chloe, even Charlotte to some extent, although you did often catch her sneaking looks at you in a rather uninviting way.
Hours seemed to fly by and night came around. You began to notice Mia and the rest of the giantesses yawning frequently until finally she spoke up, "Alright guys it's been a great day but I think it's about bedtime." She stated. Everyone else agreed quickly and they began to disperse. Stacy shot you one last look of worry before handing you over to Mia. Mia smiled and held out her hand as you jumped into it. She quickly closed her fists and took you to your room before closing the door behind her.
"Alright Sam, I hope you're ready for bed because I'm super tired." In reality, you weren't all that tired yet, but you figured it would be much safer for you to try and sleep at the same time as she did rather than attempt to enter the bed of a sleeping, curvy woman like Mia. It seemed like every time you had attempted the latter you ended up pulverized under one body part or another, so you were ready to try something new.
"Yeah, sounds great, Aunt Mia. I am pretty tired too." You responded. Mia smiled before carelessly tossing you onto the bed. You tumbled through the air, flipping countlessly before landing on the squishy mattress and bouncing up towards the pillow. Almost immediately you began to scale the pillow, figuring that it would be the safest place for you once Mia decided to lay down. By the time you reached the top you looked across the room and your mouth dropped. Mia had changed into a soft, crop-top t-shirt and practically inexistent booty shorts to sleep in. While this was as slight step up from your mom's usual underwear outfits, it was almost just as inappropriate. She spun around and bent down, plugging her phone charger into the wall. You couldn't look away as nearly 3/4 of her massive, creamy ass cheeks were revealed beneath her tiny, billowy shorts. You gulped, knowing that this wouldn't be a night of restful sleep. A moment later Mia spun back around and scanned the bed, most likely for you, before she somehow spotted you minuscule form on the pillow. She smiled and hopped onto the bed, landing on the opposite side of you before getting under the covers.
"Isn't this fun, Sammy! It's like a little sleepover! And boy is your bed comfy!" Mia giggled, bouncing slightly on the mattress.
"Uhhh yep, sure is. I think I'm just gonna sleep over here for the night though. You know, no offense at all, but it would be really easy for you to crush me without even noticing." You attempted to use legitimate reasoning with Mia, hoping that she would understand. Almost immediately she laughed, shattering any expectation you had of a reasonable conversation.
"Oh come on, Sammy. I'm not gonna squash you! I'm not as ditzy as Shannon is." You thought to yourself that yes, yes she was, before Mia continued, "Now you'll get much too cold sleeping up there, why don't you......"
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