(Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
Your eyes widened. "Oh, wait! Is today our flight to California to visit Aunt Cass?"
"Visit? Jenna smirked, adjusting her glasses. "Oh, big bro, we're spending the entire summer with her, remember? Three whole months with just you, me, and Aunt Cass." Her smirk widened. "Don't you think it's going to be so much fun?"
You gulped. For as much as you'd been looking forward to spending honest time with Cass, you'd also been dreading this trip in equal measure. Did it really have to be today? Did it really have to happen at all?
Oblivious to the conflicted expression on your face, nor the devious glint in Jenna's eye, Lauren laughed heartily. "You two are gonna have so much fun! Cass has been talking my ear off day after day when we chat on the phone. She's over-the-moon to spend these next few months with you two!" She paused, and theatrically dabbed at an imaginary tear in her eye. "Too bad you'll be leaving your poor mother all alone..."
You snapped out of your stupor and looked at your mom, wryly. "Aren't you going over to Rio and Mari's place to stay for the next few months to have some company?"
Your mother pouted indulgently. "Shush, Matt. Let a mother miss her children."
Jenna playfully poked her mother's arm. "Don't worry, mom. We'll be back before you know it. And I promise I'll take real good care of Matt."
Lauren laughed. "Oh, will you? Well, that's nice to hear, but I know how you two are always pranking each other. Try to rein it in a bit around Cass, okay?"
Jenna laughed along with her mother. "Sure, sure. I promise."
You gave your own half-hearted laugh, even if the phrasing of your mother's request made her continually obliviousness to the true deviousness of Jenna even more blatant. Somehow, Lauren had internalized all the downright cruel and unusual things Jenna did to you as simple sibling rivalry and pranks. This contributed to her always letting Jenna off comparatively easy to what you had to suffer through. Also, you don't know where she got the idea that you liked to prank Jenna back. If anything, you actively avoided Jenna whenever possible, knowing she could always screw with you at a moment's notice.
Regardless, it was clearly a done deal. Jenna wrapped her hand around you and walked into the living room, where two suitcases were already packed and waiting. One of them was still unzipped, and you took note of the small black shoebox in the corner, amidst a bevy of swimsuits and lingerie. You recognized the shoebox, noting it as the place where your mother had you pack your belongings for especially lengthy trips. Apparently, you'd been so out of it, that you hadn't even packed your stuff yet.
Lauren caught your eye and shook her head ruefully. "That's right, young man. I packed everything you'll need for three months, once I realized you'd clearly forgotten and hadn't done it already." She almost looked a little smug, but in a teasing way. "I'd say that's worth one of your patented little feet massages when you get back from California, wouldn't you?"
You nodded begrudgingly. "Sounds fair, yeah. Sorry mom." You hated putting her out, especially after being so insistent that you were now a responsible adult. Also, you hated doing those 'little foot massages'. They almost always ended up with you gunked up between your subject's toes. Still, apparently you were good at them.
Lauren and Jenna then loaded up the car and climbed inside, Jenna dumping you into the empty cupholder. The drive to the airport was short and uneventful, which was surprising considering your usual track record. Once at the airport, Lauren parked in the garage, and Jenna scooped you up from the cupholder and carried you in her breast pocket. Then, Lauren helped your sister check her luggage onto the plane and confirm her tickets. Because you and Jenna had your own individual tickets, there wasn't even the need to smuggle you onto the plane!
At the entrance to the security boarding line, Lauren leaned down to your sister's open palm and planted a wet kiss on you, her plump lips nearly swallowing you whole. She pulled back, then gave your sister a kiss on the cheek.
"I love you both. Have an amazing time!" She said warmly.
"Love you too, mom." You and Jenna responded, almost in perfect sync. The unintended synchronization prompted the two of you to look at each other, secretly glaring. Lauren just laughed, amused at the friendly bond her children shared.
With your farewells taken care of, you and Jenna passed through security without issue. It was still such a strange thing, for someone like you, as you had to walk through a separate line for tinies. You said a few awkward hellos to the other tinies, and then marched along through security, going through the world's tiniest scanner booth, and then a quick pat-down from a fellow tiny TSA. Out on the other side, you rejoined with Jenna, who picked you up again and placed you back in her breast pocket. It was a somewhat embarrassing method of travel, but it got the job done, and you had a feeling Jenna only did it to annoy you.
The wait for the plane wasn't long, and thankfully, the flight was scheduled with no layovers. Jenna passed the time waiting by idly scrolling through social media on her phone, and you passed the time by trying to not admit how comforting being in the dark confines of Jenna's breast pocket was, listening to the slow and methodical rhythm of her heartbeat. It almost lulled you to sleep, but you kept yourself awake by climbing up clinging to the rim of the pocket and staring down at Jenna's phone, watching her skim through vapid videos of insta-influencers.
The plane finally boarded, and you settled back into the pocket to avoid bouncing out as your sister walked. Jenna entered the plane and claimed her seat, which was a window seat that thankfully had no one in the seat beside it. Your sister settled in comfortably, spread her legs, and sighed happily. Finally, she plucked you out of her pocket and dangled you in front of your face. You squirmed a bit, trying to make clear your displeasure of being held so awkwardly, but Jenna merely looked at you inquisitively, like she was examining you.
Jenna quirked her mouth in thought. "You know, my ears always pop on plane rides. I wonder if...hmm..." She trailed off, an unsettling glimmer in her eye.
You frowned at her. "Can you put me down, Jenna? I can try and find some gum from your purse. I heard chewing gum helps on a plane."
Jenna's trademark smirk returned. "Gum, huh? I was just thinking the same thing, bro."
Without missing a beat, Jenna's lips parted as she opened her mouth wide, and tossed you in. You didn't even have a second to scream before she chomped down, shiny white molars crushing your body. Over and over and over again Jenna chewed, mercilessly tearing into you as she chomped away. From the very first bite, any attempt you had of escape was gone, and you were a total prisoner of your sister's hot, swampy mouth. It was abysmal.
And yet, it had only been seconds. Jenna kept chewing util the plane finished boarding, then kept chewing as it took off, and then kept chewing for the entire six-hour flight to California! Since you were a tiny and not actual gum, your body didn't deteriorate or digest in her saliva, and kept being just as satisfying for Jenna to chew for the whole six hours. She simply slipped some headphones in, turned on her favorite music, and sat peacefully in her seat, wondering why she'd never tried this with you before.
In between the crushingly painful bouts of teeth gnashing, your short lucid thoughts drifted towards the upcoming three months with Cass. Was this single plane ride going to be an ill omen of things to come? You were already dreading the summer with Cass. Was this just the beginning?
You loved Cass, you really did. The problem was that the will of fate obviously didn't want you to spend any meaningfully time with her. Over the hundred or so times she'd been around while you were growing up, not a single time passed without you ending up wedged in her butt, stuck to her heel, or eaten by her, sometimes without even the outside interference of someone like Jenna. In particularly her gargantuan booty practically had its own gravity that affected specifically you, and always you. Fate just really screwed you over with Cass, to the point where you genuinely could recognize her monumental ass cheeks on sight, and yet you'd hesitate for a second if you saw her face.
It hurt, because you really wanted to get to know Cass better, like hearing about her life and hobbies. And, from what you overheard while squished around her, she wanted to get to know her tiny nephew better too. Fate just never wanted it to be so. Cass was a smart woman, exceptionally so. Observant, attentive, caring, considerate, strong memory. Somehow, fate still found a way to throw you in her path. Jenna really took advantage of that.
Finally, the plane landed. Jenna disembarked, still munching away, and retrieved her luggage from the carousel. She paid for an uber to head to Aunt Cass' place, and FINALLY spat you out, drying you off with a tissue. The uber pulled up, she slid in, and let you slowly begin to reform in her hand.
What happens next?
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