Stan looked down at his phone and saw ‘Mom’ in white digital letters. Nothing to special on her contact name. He didn’t hate her, in fact he loved her and he was sure she loved him too, but after how rough his childhood was, their relationship is complicated. He breathed a deep sigh then answered her call.
“Hi, honey!”
“Hi Mom, what’s up?”
“Whoa, jumping right into it, ain’t ya squirt?”
Great she was already getting miffed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that, I just got off work.”
“Uh huh, sure. Listen you want to have lunch tomorrow?”
“Yeah sure, where at?”
“Roxxie’s by the gym.”
“Alright.”
“Be there at 1. Love you!”
“Love you, mom.”
Ugh he thought. Tomorrow was a day off for Stan and he was actually looking forward to a day in, where he wasn’t flattened or farted on. He also wasn’t to thrilled about going to Roxxie’s either. It was a health bar next to his mother’s gym, a lot of amped up sweaty muscle monsters was terrifying for him.
It was a safe bet his mom would be a sweaty mess too considering it’s proximity to The Artemis Gymnasium. Your mom’s gym. Co-owned with former Hollywood stuntwoman Pryianka “Pry” Singh. Pry was Hollywood’s premier stunt performer appearing in over 200 films! Rumor has it that she was even going to begin her own action star career, that is until the legendary Chang v Singh case.
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Pry had begun her career before the Shrinking Virus and had an off and on again relationship with stuntman Brett Chang. Once the virus struck, he disappeared as many me. Did during this time. He remained hidden until Baker’s Law when she revealed to the press that Brett was living as her thong and said that he chose to disappear to love out his life as her good luck charm on set. She was one of the first people to get a usage license for a tiny and did a lot of press with the Baker people advocating for even more ‘rights’ for tiny usage.
This all changed though, when a clandestine infiltration into Pry’s mansion rescued Brett. For the first time in over two decades, he was no longer a thong and able to speak. He released a statement detailing how expressed great distaste in Ms. Singh’s disturbing advances post-virus and was forced into becoming her thong. This caused quite an uproar. With the help of Miles Jacob’s team (who is considered to secretly have been the man to orchestrate Brett’s release) he was able to have his usage license suspended and eventually it was revoked entirely. He also sued Pry for her actions, which he won, gaining much of her fortune, specifically the piece she made while wearing him as underwear. Hence why she was co-owning a gym far away from Hollywood.
Pry had been outcast by Hollywood and the Baker people. She never did time, despite committing kidnapping, fraud, assault and many other crimes, but that’s how it goes. A giantess can steal years upon years from a man’s life and get a simple slap on the wrist from the law. This was about 3 years ago, in that time she used her wealth to get a crappy house in her former hometown which coincidentally was Stan’s city and went in with his mom on this gym.
He tried to tell her that she was an unrepentant monster, but Allese never listened to that. Pry always denied Brett’s claim and insisted that everything was a simple misunderstanding and his mother believed it completely. “Everybody makes mistakes.” Stan’s mom would say.
In her time in exile Pry Singh had changed significantly. In the heyday of her career she was known for her slim yet strong physique, she had to maintain it so she could stand in for the twiggy actresses she often did stunts for. Now, however, she had packed on some pounds. Going from 90 pounds to 190 in just a few short year. Her backside was very ballooned with cheeks like bowling balls. Probably in terms of density too. Like Allese, Pry was a workout nut, but this was impeded greatly by her new unhealthy diet she accrued in her new life. So, behind this fat was some significant muscle. She had also developed a potbelly though, hanging slightly but wrapped up in the tight leggings in an attempt to hide them. She had a heavy rack sporting some double D’s. Rumor has it that she had them enlarged back when she was considering a career as an actress. She had beautiful symmetrical features on her face, her Indian heritage certainly helped with that, she had thick lips and big brown doe eyes and shoulder length black curly hair often put up in a bun. She perpetually wears an annoyed scowl and often has on a brown leather jacket. Stan had only met Pry twice and both times she crushed him. Not accidentally either, the first time they met he was sitting in his Mom’s hand and before she could even get his name out, she slammed her fist down on him. The second time, Stan’s mom had set up a lunch at Roxxie’s, much like how she just did. When Pry showed up she swiped him off the table into the chair and butt slammed down onto him, hard enough to iron him to the seat until closing time. So many swamp cracks were seen that day. After Brett, Pry had a white hot hatred for all tinies, blaming them for ruining her career, even though it was most definitely her fault.
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The proximity to this dangerous woman scared Stan, but he already told his mom he’d meet her. it’s better to not disappoint Allese. Stan slept restlessly, having nightmares of disembodied feet flattening him as he kept hearing a voice in his head saying “REFORM”.
He arrived at Roxxie’s, luckily it wasn’t busy, great at least he wouldnt be trampled on. Then as if on cue his world went dark as an assailant behind him crushed him into a pancake. “Surprise drill for being late!” His mother boomed. He groaned, well he twitched as defiantly as he could, the tread of her sneakers engraining into his skin. “Tardy guys have to do one foot reform drill!” Allese said, chuckling. It couldn’t have been more that two minutes past one, but she was a stickler for these things.
Stan was incapable of reforming as his mother was in motion looking for a table, each squish sticking him to the bottom of her shoe over and over again. Eventually she got to a hightop and let her legs dangle. Perfect conditions for him to reform. Which he did, but in the meanwhile his mom had already ordered a drink and an entree, without getting him anything.
Stan climbed the perilous high top chair and eventually got up to see his mom. “10 minutes, your reform time has gotten slower. You need a good girl to run some drills with… maybe Tessa-“ “Mom! Mother… I don’t want to talk about Tessa.” His mother tried to say before he cut her off. “Alright alright, I don’t understand why you’re so embarrassed of your crush, but whatever.” She said. “You could’ve at least ordered for me.” He responded. “You’re a big boy, you order for yourself. Besides, they don’t serve tiny portions here. Why don’t you just eat some of my bits?” She responded. Stan just nodded his head.
Time went on as they waited for food, Allese got hot and unzipped her track suit a little, revealing Dirk. Her husband of ten years, Stan didn’t even know what he sounded like. He was turned into a bra while they were dating, at the behest of Tessa. He didn’t understand why she would sentence her father to this fate, but knowing her it was probably just because she could. He always felt sorry for Dirk, Allese’s boobs stretched his eyes into a wide squint, his brown hair was always disheveled and damp thanks to her sweat. Before Baker’s Law, Stan begged his mom to free him, explaining the true hell of being clothes and he had almost convinced her. That is until the law passed creating fantasies about certain Tinies loving it. That day his mom got a permanent usage license for Dirk, putting the final nail in the coffin in that was Allese’s jugs.
The food came, salmon burger on a whole wheat bun, no fries. She generously offered Stan some with a few drops of water. “So, honey, I have a favor to ask you.” She said suddenly getting timid. “Well, what is it?” He asked. “It’s kind of big… here’s the thing…”
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