Realizing that it would be a fairly unique tale to tell your new friend, you proposed the idea. “Well, I actually could tell about this one time where I accidentally ended up tagging along with my mom on one of her business trips.” You said.
“Accidentally? How’d that play out?” Quinn inquired.
You chuckled lightly. “About as well as you might imagine. Basically…”
(FLASHBACK BEGIN)
It had been pretty much just a normal week of July, of which you’d spent most of that time trying (and frequently failing) to avoid Tracy, and catching up on TV shows you’d missed during the school year. It was the summer between your ninth and tenth grade. Just a day prior, your mother had revealed she was leaving on another sudden business trip, lasting from Friday to Sunday. She’d informed your younger sister that she was in charge of keeping you safe.
Tracy didn’t take that too well.
“But MOM!” Tracy whined, stomping her foot once for emphasis. “I was gonna hang out with Lindsey all weekend! We’ve had these plans for over a month!”
Your mom shrugged. “I’m sorry, sweetie, but this is how it is with my job. As a consultant, I always have to be on call at any moment. I’ll make it up to you when I get back.”
Your sister sneered. “But why can’t Hunter just hang out by himself all weekend? He’s practically an adult.”
Helen patted her daughter on the shoulder. “And he’s also an inch tall. All it would take is one tiny accident without your supervision, and we could lose him. You need to stay home and look after him. Don’t baby him, but check in on him at least a few times a day.” She paused. “Speaking of, he’s still asleep, isn’t he?”
Without faltering a beat, Tracy nodded. “Yeah, I think. Haven’t seen him all day.”
Your mother sighed. “Oh well. Tell him I say goodbye. I’m going to run to the bathroom once more, and then I’m off.” She turned from Tracy and gestured to her already packed suitcase. “Could you make sure each pocket is zipped up nice and tight?”
Tracy groaned, but nodded. “Sure, mom.”
Helen wandered off to the bedroom, and Tracy waited until she heard the door shut before swearing under her breath. Angrily, she tore off the hairtie she’d been wearing, which of course was actually your squished, molded body. Glaring at your flattened form, your giantess sister frowned…until her expression morphed into one of inspiration, her eyes darting back and forth between you and Helen’s suitcase.
Finally, Tracy grinned, and leaned over you. “Ya know what, Hunter? I’m not putting my plans on hold just to look after you all weekend. Why don’t you take a nice little trip instead?” Tracy smirked, and mimed blowing you a kiss before angling her palm and letting your papery body roll off her hand and into the main pouch of the suitcase. You couldn’t do a thing to slow your descent, and merely glimpsed a final sight of your sister’s mean-spirited grin before everything became darkness as she zipped up the suitcase.
You reformed fairly quickly, but not enough to do anything about the fate Tracy had bestowed upon you. As your mother returned from the bathroom and grabbed her suitcase to begin rolling it, you toppled over, falling deeper into the piles of clothes all around you. Slipping deeper into the suitcase, your attempts at crying out to get her attention were useless, as your voice was nowhere near loud enough to penetrate outside the mound of clothes and the walls of the suitcase.
Hugging Tracy goodbye, Helen strolled out to her car, tossing the suitcase into the backseat before driving off. The simple act of tossing her suitcase into the car caused all her clothes inside to bounce around wildly, and your miniscule body was tossed around like a toy, banging into the sides of the suitcase and ending up buried under even more clothes. Your body was squished slightly, but at least the soft fabrics surrounded you comforted your experience somewhat.
This was not to say that you felt mentally comfortable at all. Because of Tracy’s grudge against you, and her general selfishness, you were now ripped from your relaxing home and helplessly being taken along on your mother’s business trip. You had no idea where Helen was heading, how long it would take for her to get there, or if she’d even find you once there. On top of that, you were already fearing whatever punishment Helen would dole out, as you knew from experiencing that her “strict but fair” nature would take no mercy on you.
For the moment, though, there was nothing you could do but wait. Straining your ears to hear, you could just barely make out the sounds of a typical airport, and from the shaking of your suitcase prison, you knew your mom had just checked in her baggage. Everything around you fell sideways, crushing you more in the shift of the clothes pile, and you guessed you were now on the luggage conveyor belt rumbling along to the plane.
The next few hours were a blur of noises, motion, and unsettling silence. Your suitcase was eventually loaded onto the plane, tossed inside and stacked. It took over an hour for the plane to board and take off, and then the actual plane flight was a few hours at least. You didn’t know for sure, because you eventually drifted off to sleep (having given up on trying to reform with the weight of the clothes crushing you down), and you regained consciousness right around the time your mom made it to her hotel.
You began mentally bracing yourself as Helen rolled the suitcase towards the elevator and up to her room. You needed to prepare to reform and get her attention, lest your situation spiral into even further chaos than it was already shaping up to be. You took a deep breath, and finally felt the entire suitcase shake and tilt as your mom laid it out on her hotel bed, and began to unzip the central pouch.
Traces of light shone down from the room into the deepest crevices of the suitcase, where you were currently located. You could hear your mom softly mumbling to herself as she systematically removed one item from her suitcase after another, no doubt taking mental inventory. Craning your head back, you could see some of the clothing around you, which consisted of multiple business blouses and skirts, an alluring formal dress, and a surprisingly revealing one-piece bikini. You tried to ignore the frilly panties and bras you could feel touching you from all sides.
At long last, your mom retrieved the pair of panties covering you up, revealing you to the world and momentarily blinding you from the light. Having managed to reform, you blinked rapidly to clear your sight, and soon found yourself staring up at your mother’s giant face. She was peering down at you quizzically, which then morphed into surprise, and finally landed on annoyance.
“…what are you doing in here, Hunter?” Helen asked, flatly.
You winced. “U-uh…just hanging out, mom. It was…um…comfy?”
Your mom wasn’t amused by your attempt to lighten the mood, and she pinched your chest and lifted you out of her suitcase. “So…you thought my lingerie was comfortable? Is that what you’re trying to say, Hunter?”
Your face flushed. “N-no, no! I was just–”
Helen sighed. “Trying to lighten the mood, right? Let me guess…Tracy threw you in here to avoid looking after you all weekend. That sound correct?”
Your eyes widened. “Yeah, pretty much.”
Your mother dropped you onto the desk beside the room’s TV and ran her hands through her hair. “That girl is grounded for a month when I get back. I really don’t have time to look after you this weekend. I have a meeting tonight with some company managers, and then I’m spending all day tomorrow with our client. Some rich heiress wants a sponsorship with our company, and I have to liaison with her.”
You blinked dumbly, having only caught some of what your mom had just said. Reading your blank expression, Helen groaned. “Oh, Hunter…I’m saying that I’m too busy to keep a close eye on you. It just can’t happen…” She paused, and sat back on her bed. “Well, I suppose that I could…hmm.”
“If I can do anything to help, I will!” You offered enthusiastically, earning an eye roll from your mother.
“You just want out of punishment, don’t you?” Helen inferred. “Still, I guess I DO have a few options as for what to do with you. Hmm.” Your mom rubbed her chin while staring intently at you, and you felt a small shiver go down your spine. Something about the look in her eyes, while kind and caring and loving, had the same hint of danger you sensed from Tracy frequently.
You had the sinking feeling you weren’t getting out of your mom’s business trip unscathed.
(FLASHBACK CONTINUES)
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