Movie Night 1 (Preview) (Patreon)

I'd hoped to finish and post this before September, as a surprise, but I don't think I'm going to make it. Instead of delaying I'm posting this preview of the unfinished rework for you to enjoy in the meantime!

This is the first chapter of the final rework of Movie Night, which takes all the results of the recent polls into account and adjusts several story components in ways that I think you all are really really going to enjoy. Let me know what you think so far in a comment :)

Additionally, for those not on my Discord yet, I've created an album of reference images to show approximately what Chloe looks like to help you visualize (at least until I draw her myself).

… 1: A Friendly Wager …

Chloe’s velvety voice held its usual note of playful mischief as she announced her entrance into the living room, “Hellooo, teeny, are you in here???”

“Over here, on the table!” Measuring slightly less than an inch from head to toe, John had been sitting at an appropriately miniaturized desk placed atop the much larger, regular living room table, and had to shout to be heard. His elevated position also made it impossible to ignore the approach of his normal-sized housemate’s far-from-normal-sized hips as she sauntered in his direction. Especially since she was wearing only a tiny crop top and cotton panties, leaving nothing whatsoever to the imagination… Either way, Chloe took her sweet time crossing the room, so he took his sweet time watching her.

After coming to a stop next to the dining table at a distance that left her slender, attractive body towering above him, Chloe stated, “We’re having a movie night tonight. Is that cool with you?”

John looked up with comically exaggerated surprise, “What? When? Here?” Unfortunately his comedic delivery was largely wasted on the straight-faced likes of Chloe, and the only reaction he elicited from his gigantic female friend was a sarcastically raised eyebrow. Ever since he’d known her, Chloe had been a tough nut to crack, which made her rare smiles all the more rewarding. But for now she continued looming impassively, forcing him to crane his neck painfully upwards just to see anything beyond her toned stomach or the soft bumps of her breasts.

Even from such an awkwardly low angle, Chloe’s beauty was astonishing: big brown eyes rimmed by thick eyelashes, a shining sweep of pitch-black hair, perfect pale skin… and lips that would make a succubus jealous. The term “gorgeous” was an understatement, and she knew it. She always delighted in positioning her amazingly perky, amazingly squeeze-able, amazingly fuckable body juuust out of John’s reach whenever the opportunity presented itself. John suspected she simply enjoyed forcing him to hold a conversation while he had a boner.

Chloe must have noticed his wandering eyes, because a satisfied smirk formed on her beautiful face. Nevertheless she was happy to let her tiny friend drink his fill of her mouth-watering looks while she replied, “Movies. Tonight. Obviously here, duh. We didn’t get that new TV just so it could sit there and gather dust, you know!”

Her incredible looks and constant smarminess might have made Chloe appear a little on the unfriendly side at first, if not downright imposing to those so much smaller than herself, but John knew her secret: More than anything else in the world, she loved to banter and tease. He smiled easily in her direction, “Oh, really? Then why have I been diligently pouring handfuls of dust all over the TV whenever you’re not around?”

This time his humor landed, and he was instantly rewarded for his cheekiness. Bending forward, Chloe gently squeezed her perky breasts between her arms and flashed her most charming smile at her favorite little jokester, nearly knocking him flat just from the sight. Her sarcastic nature wasn’t far behind, either, “Hah. Should I add dust-mite to your list of nicknames, then?”

But as John’s eyes lingered below Chloe’s neckline, he noticed something. He ignored her remark and said, “Hey! Did you shrink another one of my old shirts in the wash!?”

Ever since the two of them had moved in together, Chloe—whose slender and well-proportioned body was the very definition of “eye-candy”—had become drastically less concerned with John’s ability to concentrate in her presence, as evidenced by her increasingly skimpy household attire. The worst and most recent development in John’s quest to go just one day without getting a boner for his housemate was Chloe’s unexpected discovery of an old box containing all of his favorite shirts, dating back to before he became an inch tall. She had immediately claimed them all for herself by insisting “it was only fair” since none of them fit him anymore. When he pointed out she was also too small for the shirts, being the petite young woman she was, she’d stubbornly begun to see just how far she could shrink them down in the washing machine. Today’s shirt (once a perfect fit for John) was now so reduced that it ended juuust below the curve of her perky breasts, revealing her entire smooth, toned midriff all the way down her narrow waist and to her broad, rounded, chair-overflowing hips. Once Chloe had realized how easily she could annoy John simply by forgoing bras and forcing him to stare as she bounced around in his old shirts-turned-crop-tops, well, that only cemented the tradition.

Hence why Chloe didn’t even glance downwards before she replied with a smug expression, “I don’t know, am I?” and leaned in until her nipples bulged prominently against the taut fabric like two hanging yoga balls. Despite Chloe’s many past claims that she “had no intention whatsoever” of leaving John with an inconvenient boner, they both knew that was a flat out lie. She enjoyed the attention far, far too much.

John cleared his throat and said flatly, “Yes, you are. That one was one of my favorites, too. I’ll make a note to crank the thermostat up so at least you don’t poke two holes in my shirt.”

Chloe sneered, “Ha, you couldn’t reach it, shorty.”

John raised an eyebrow and teased, “Which? The thermostat dial, or those two dials you’re waving in my face?”

That elicited a flirty chuckle, “All of the above, you little perv, and if you make another joke that corny I’m turning the temperature down a few degrees! Then I can laugh when she catches you staring at her rock hard nipples, heh. Speaking of which, do you think you can find an opening in your busy, busy schedule of eye-fucking me all evening to join us for movie night?” Chloe smirked, clearly proud of her jab at John’s inability to keep his eyes off her, and suggestively waggled her enormous hips to draw his attention down eye-level, where her panties were now dancing nearly within his reach. “I know we’d both enjoy having a little plaything to keep us company~❤” Despite her bullying nature, there was still sincere affection (and a hefty dose of sensuousness) in her voice.

John, overcome by the rare but oh-so-sensuous invitation, could only mutter a dumb, “Y-yeah… of course I’ll be there…” as Chloe continued subtly gyrating directly in front of his face.

By now John had plenty of exposure to Chloe’s habit of parading her immense sex appeal around in plain sight without regard for the dignity of those staring mouth agape from below, but that didn’t mean he’d developed an immunity to her charms. It also didn’t help that Chloe had the kind of great, big, round, peach-shaped behind that was simply begging for a good spank. Come to think of it, her bratty, provocative personality might have benefitted from the same… But John could only spend so much time in the presence of such a perfectly contoured female figure before having to sneak a glance or two (or three). Practically every time his gigantic housemate turned around or bent over in the same room as him John was left daydreaming about walking up and giving her backside a proper slap. Instead all he could do was try desperately to avoid being crushed every time she was too lazy or preoccupied to check a chair or couch before sitting down. Getting accidentally sat on was hardly an equally empowering or satisfying experience, as far as John was concerned. Which was why he was never hesitated to enjoy Chloe’s more sexually indulgent moments.

Before his brain shut completely off from the hip-tastic display taking place in front of him, John processed the rest of Chloe’s words, “Wait, when who gets here? ‘Us’ girls, plural?”

The two of them had been friends for so long (even before the shrinking epidemic) that Chloe had developed a keen familiarity with John’s libido by now, so she patiently repeated herself but made no move to stop her bare midriff and thin panties from waving enticingly in his face, “Putting that super-hearing to work, I see. I said: my bee-eff-eff from college is coming over tonight, to celebrate us finally getting moved in. It’s gonna be like a housewarming celebration! Cool huh?”

John faked a hurt expression, “Woah, hold on, I thought I was your BFF?”

Chloe stuck her tongue out, “You’re my smallest BFF, dummy, but not my only BFF! Anyway she and I were talking, and she was amazed when I mentioned that my roommate was a real live tiny guy! She couldn’t believe anyone could survive more than a day as my roommate without getting on my nerves so much that I’d ‘accidentally’ step on or sew them into my panties or something. So make sure you tell her what a perfect sweetheart I am, kay?”

John muttered under his breath, “Maybe she’s on to something…”

Chloe responded with a snarky glare, but thankfully let his quip go unpunished, “An-y-way you little wiseass, she insisted on coming over and seeing you for herself. She’s already on her way, and she insisted on bringing a movie even though I’ve already got one picked out. So when she asks make sure you pick mine, okay?” Chloe grinned and began to turn away, instantly distracted with thoughts of a fun upcoming evening.

John couldn't help his pang of excitement–and not just because Chloe’s perfectly shaped bubble-butt was suddenly coming into view. A big lady friend of Chloe's? That promised to spice up his evening. As if sharing similar thoughts, interrupted John’s anticipated view of her backside by turning back and setting her hands on her wide hips, “Oh, and I think it’s only fair to warn you that she can be, well, a bit of a handful.”

“To me a ‘handful’ describes every woman, remember?” That was no lie: when almost any member of the opposite sex could reduce him to a sentient smudge on the floor or chair without trying or even realizing, John’s disadvantages were not trivial.

But Chloe ignored his point. “I’m serious! You’ll need to be on your best behavior around her, kay? No messing around!”

John scoffed back, “Oh sure, because I’m the one who needs a reminder to behave himself, and you’re just a flawless example of courtesy and proper behavior when it comes to people of the opposite size, right?”

Chloe smiled shamelessly at her own reputation for constantly and gleefully flattening tiny men and women literally everywhere she went, “For your information, teeny, I barely ever squish anyone by accident.”

John made a show of rolling his eyes. He and Chloe both knew she never missed an opportunity to step on, sit on, or otherwise smoosh any tiny person who crossed her path, as long as she could claim it was unintentional. But he knew better than to call her on her bold-faced lie, and allowed the ‘by accident’ portion of her statement to go uncorrected. Chloe repaid his restraint with an appreciative, lip-nibbling smirk that oozed naughty intentions. The kind of overly-suggestive -Will you spank me if I’m bad enough?- expression that would definitely come to mind the next time John needed to work off any stress, alone, in bed… which had undoubtedly been her intent from the start.

Chloe continued, “All I’m saying is, you should be a little more careful than usual around this one.”

John narrowed his eyes suspiciously, “Why? Is she one of those spoiled brats that uses tiny people for jewelry or something?”

Chloe snickered, “No way, she's super nice. She even said she couldn’t wait to meet my ‘little buddy!’ I think you two will really hit it off.”

“Thank god for that. So what’s all the fuss about? I can handle myself, and I don’t remember the last time you actually cared whether I got squished or not.”

“Because she’s enormous. Unless you want to get yourself pancaked for good, I highly recommend avoiding any surfaces that might be walked on, sat on, or leaned against while she’s here.”

“Oh so basically everywhere is off limits for me, then? Brilliant advice.” John’s usual smarm returned, “She’s enormous, huh? Are you just saying that as an honorary tiny person?”

Despite having a face and body that left most men drooling and tripping over their own feet, Chloe’s stature was, well… unimpressive. She and John had both shrunk during the epidemic, though some very fortunate genetics caused her size to belatedly return after little more than a year, except for those last few inches of height. It was a lingering sore spot for her, to the point she considered the term “shortstack” a personal insult. Which of course meant John had to poke fun every now and then, because it was one of the only ways he could keep her overinflated ego in check now that she dwarf him to such an impossible degree. And, since he was Chloe’s very favorite tiny guy, usually he could get away with a quip or two before suffering her inevitable retaliation. If he was lucky.

But Chloe’s sour expression still hinted that John was playing with fire, “Har-dee-har, squirt. No, I mean she’s genuinely enormous. Like a mini-amazon, basically.”

Nevertheless, John tried to downplay his interest in this apparently big-and-beautiful mystery girl, “Please. I already spend every day around girls a million times my size, what’s one more?” When you were the size of a grape, you stopped noticing minor differences in scale and basically just categorized all women as “big.” Even Chloe, no matter how frequently her height was the topic of John’s teasing, was still undeniably in the big category. Case in point, her oversized ass could still easily reduce many dozens of John-sized people into breathing seat-cushions the moment she got bored and decided to sit somewhere she wasn’t supposed to. He’d even seen her use the whole roof of a multi-story apartment building like her personal chair until she finally had to move because the top floor caved in and crushed a bunch of tiny office workers.

John insisted further, “And let’s not forget that, in case you hadn’t noticed, I live with a girl who spends most of her time waving weapons-grade boner-fuel right in my face.”

Chloe grinned at her tiny friend’s accusation, “Oh, I definitely noticed. I can see your pants tightening from here, heehee!”

“Well if I can survive in the presence of that level of distraction, shouldn’t it be easy-peasy for me to survive one more night with one more girlfriend of yours?”

“Easy peasy?”

It was John’s turn to grin smugly, “Yeah. A cakewalk.”

Chloe snorted, “Uh huh. Well just so you know, her nickname in college was Boobzilla. Everyone joked that none of her tiny classmates actually knew what her face looked like. You’ll never guess why.” No doubt holding a grudge for his earlier quip about her own height, Chloe smiled sadistically, leaning further down so she could tease, “It’s because nobody could see past her big fat boobies. Her real bikini-busting milkies. Her great pair of house-demolishing honkadoos! Her two super-stuffed cum-splattered-”

Finally John had to cut her off, “Okay okay, I get it, Chloe. The chick named Boobzilla has a killer rack, big surprise. What’s your point?” Despite attempting to hide his enthusiasm, John was starting to very much look forward to ‘movie night.’ What heterosexual man wouldn’t be excited to meet a girl named Boobzilla?

Chloe cut his pondering short, “My point is that you better be prepared for a night of very difficult-to-maintain eye-contact, Mister Elevator Eyes.”

“So what you’re saying is I should get all my staring in now, and conserve the energy I’ll need to keep eye contact for later?”

“Ah-ha. And here I thought your brain had lost too much blood to make another smartass comment.” Despite ribbing John for staring just seconds ago, Chloe happily maintained her alluring pose for him while she answered, “You can try, but dunno if it’ll help. She is basically 110% eye-candy, and half the time she doesn’t even notice when little people are staring at her. I’m pretty sure she even kinda enjoys being the center of attention, now that I think about it.”

Again John was quick to joke, “Sounds like someone else I know.”

Chloe snickered, “Oh puh-lease. I always know exactly which of you little pervs’ are leaking cum into your pants because of me.” With a wicked smile Chloe flicked her eyes down to where her alluring figure was slowly “getting a rise” out of John, as indicated by the slight bulge below his belt, “Speaking of which…”

All of Chloe’s smug gloating caused John to once again roll his eyes pointedly towards the ceiling, though her height advantage meant he only ended up looking at her hanging breasts yet again. John cleared his throat and tried to change the subject, “So, to recap, you’ve invited a flirty girl with big boobs and no problem being ogled into our house, and I’m supposed to be worried? Right, I’ll be sure to stay on high-alert this evening.”

Chloe’s eyebrows rose in that devilish -I’ve got a secreeet!- way that always made John wary.

John frowned, “What?”

Chloe bit her lip like she had the most delicious secret to share, “Nooothing…”

John insisted, “Come on, Chloe! What???”

“Well… there is one more thing I should probably warn you about…” A drop of nervous sweat descended John’s face. Chloe let him sweat, clearly taking sadistic pleasure in his growing apprehension, “But what was it? It was something of vital importance, hmm…”

Finally John couldn’t wait any longer, and guessed, “Please tell me I'm going to be deliberately turned into Boobzilla’s bra-strap, or something like that.”

The mental image of John being reduced to a supportive article of clothing for her friend made Chloe giggle, “Hey, that’d be like a free chiropractic exam for you!” John wasn’t so amused, and shot her a furious glare until she answered his question, “No, she’d never deliberately do that…”

“For fuck’s sake Chloe, just tell me what-” Something about what Chloe said made a terrible thought occur. “Oh god. Please tell me she isn’t one of the clumsy ones.”

“Ding-ding, we have a winner! Though I should only give you partial credit, because ‘clumsy’ doesn’t begin to describe her. Yeah, she’s a major klutz. Like, a Grade-A ‘whoopsy-I-sat-on-another-one-oh-well-too-bad’ airhead. You know the type.”

He did know the type. Chloe may have been overbearing at times but at least she was capable of stepping carefully when she wanted to, and never failed to notice when John had gotten stuck somewhere humiliating (even if she rarely came to his rescue). Clumsy women were a different hazard altogether. They were simply incapable of improving, since they didn’t know when they’d made a mistake. It was a hopeless situation where the only losers were the John-sized people that were at risk of being repeatedly trampled and crushed as a result.

John groaned louder, “God help me, then. Why not just add another tally under the ‘John gets crushed flat by a big ditz’ column and spare me the indignity?”

Chloe only giggled at that, “Where’s the fun in that? And god help you indeed, because I wasn’t saying that just to mess with you. Amy is the biggest klutz I’ve ever met. I swear she sits on at least one of you little guys every single day! Not on purpose or anything, but she constantly forgets how big she is compared to tinies. I think that’s why she never realizes that her tits are bouncing right in their faces when she bends down to talk to them, anyway.” Chloe shrugged, “It never seems to bother her, though!”

“Super. I’ll put the tiny ER on speed dial and update my squish insurance policy while I’m at it, just so you won’t have to worry about me.”

“I’m serious, you need to be careful around this one. If Amy even suspects you have a hardon she might offer you a ‘quick hug,’ and there’s a fifty-fifty chance she immediately loses you down her cleavage and forgets about you. I’ve seen it happen tons of times, trust me.”

“What’s with all the sudden concern for my safety? Last time you saw me get trapped in a woman’s shirt you didn’t tell her until after you two posed together and took pictures to post on social media!”

Chloe shrugged casually, “Mostly I just don’t want to deal with having to come to your rescue every time you get yourself stuck to our houseguest, especially if it’s because you can’t stop hitting on her or doing that thing where you’re so busy staring that you forget to get out of the way and end up getting yourself squished.”

John opened his mouth to disagree… but she had a valid point, even if she was rude about it. That exact situation did happen more than he’d like to admit, but who could blame him? Just because he was trapped in a fun-sized body didn’t prevent him from having a full-sized sex drive! Lustful staring was nearly the extent of sexual activity most tinies could achieve at their pitiful size, and it was hard to look skyward without tripping over something.

But Chloe had more to say, “Besides, it’s supposed to be ‘movie’ night, not ‘pause the movie every five minutes because my tiny dork of a roommate can’t stop thinking with his balls’ night. Comprende?”

“Oh come on, I’m not that much of a liability. And most of the time you’re the one flattening me, remember?”

Chloe giggled, “I give you five minutes, tops, before you end up stuck to Amy and begging one of us pretty girls to save you… or, knowing you, before you decide to try and talk Amy into taking her bra off and giving you a peep show, heehee!” Chloe snickered at her own innuendo, clearly amused by the thought of John getting all hot and bothered by her and her busty friend all night.

John may have enjoyed a good ribbing, but he was never one to let a challenge go unanswered. He suspected that’s why Chloe adored him so much, since he was the only tiny that could hold a candle to her competitive spirit. “Alright Little-Miss-Arrogance, since you seem to know exactly how tonight’s going to go, how about a friendly wager?”

Chloe’s lips did that thing where they curled into a Cheshire-Cat like grin. John had walked right into a verbal trap of hers. She practically purred, “I’m listening.”

A small voice in the back of John’s mind began to shout dire warnings, but he stood his ground, “I’ll bet you I can go all night without once having to ask you for help.” John regretted that statement the second it left his mouth, but tried to maintain a confident facade.

The table rumbled gently beneath his feet as Chloe squatted down, suddenly facing him with a leering face so large and gorgeous it might as well have been a beauty-ad billboard come to life. “Oooh, that is fun! Okay, but let’s make it interesting, shall we, my teeny weeny Casanova?” Chloe’s eyes twinkled, which was never a good sign, “Since you think you’re the very model of self-restraint, you don’t win unless you can last the whole night, until Amy leaves, without cumming. With or without any help. It wouldn’t be very fair if you left to rub one out every time you saw one of us bending over, or explained the bet to Amy and got her to give you a ‘helping hand,’ now would it?”

John shot back defensively, “Fine, but you can’t go all turbo-nympho with me once Amy gets here either! That means no stripping my pants off as soon as Amy looks the other way, no sitting in my lap, no sucking on me like a friggin’ lollipop, and no making me cum in front of Amy just so you win the bet!” Chloe always got uber-competitive about everything, and would have happily rocked his tiny world for nothing more than bragging rights. It had happened many times before. Just for good measure he forbid another of Chloe’s favorite tactics, “And you can’t just squish me and say it was ‘on accident’ either!”

For a moment Chloe became visibly irritated, meaning her exact gameplan had been foiled. She huffed, “Fine, Mister Paranoid, I won’t do any of that stuff, if you’re so worried.” Of course, her assent hardly guaranteed a fair competition. Far from it.

Then Chloe’s smile grew sadistic, “Now, as for the stakes… When you lose spectacularly, you have to hand over the rest of your old shirts, and help me shrink them all down for me as much as I say, and I get to wear them whenever, however I want!” Chloe leaned in further, wafting a minty breath of air over John that left his head spinning, “Unless of course, you’re saying you don’t have the will to make it through just one movie with us big, bouncy girls distracting you???”

Of course Chloe just had to make the wager as humiliating as possible. But it was too late to back down without looking like an idiot, “Okay, fine. But if I win, I get…” John thought about it, and decided there was no reason for subtlety if Chloe was going to make things so personal. “If I win, I get to watch you and Amy have a jello-wrestling match in the backyard. But you have to tell her it was all your idea. Oh, and also you can’t wear my shirts anymore, heh.” Before John could feel too pleased with himself he was lifted from behind his desk and into the air, “H-Hey!”

Now, Chloe absolutely reveled in John’s banter, but she still had limits to how much backsass she’d tolerate at a time, and it only required two fingers for the towering goddess to lift the bitesize jokester up to her face while she gave him a sarcastic -I bet you think you’re sooo clever!- glare. Held aloft with no way of releasing himself from her grasp, John had no choice but to listen to Chloe’s insufferably smug voice, “And let me guess, we’d be wearing skimpy little bikinis, and you’d be the judge?”

John grinned sheepishly, “Something like that!” This time Chloe was the one to roll her eyes, as she released John so he fell back to the table. John let out a small “Oof.” but was otherwise perfectly fine after such a short drop. Chloe hadn’t meant any harm, she just wanted to provide a reminder how easily she could do as she pleased with him. To further demonstrate the disparity in size between them, Chloe began to stand back up, towering far far overhead like a half-naked goddess.

“Then I accept the wager!” She declared in a comically exaggerated voice, as she planted her hands on her hips and turned in place. Rather than immediately exiting the room, Chloe remained in place, for one reason and one reason only: she wanted to give John time to drool over her backside before she left. Because there was a lot worth drooling over.

While Chloe’s figure could be described as short, the word “small” would have been a flat out lie. While the perfect shape of Chloe’s slender torso, perky chest, and narrow waist were obvious from every angle, the true magnitude of her disproportionately colossal rear end only became evident to those who saw her in profile or, if they were lucky enough, from directly behind. The cruelest thing of all, though, was that Chloe knew precisely how picture-perfect her ass was, and never missed an opportunity to parade it around in front of a tiny audience. Or even parading it directly on top of them, if she felt like it. The smug temptress had even gone the extra step of aiming her monumental “please-dear-god-in-heaven sit-on-my-face” shaped behind precisely towards John’s upturned gaze, leaving him staring directly into the dark abyss of her ass crack and trying not to imagine the depths at which her underwear had gotten itself buried.

Just to antagonize her little competitor even further by doing what he could only dream of, Chloe brought a hand around to and gave one ginormous buttock a gentle open-palmed slap that left it jiggling invitingly just beyond his limited reach. John, red-blooded male that he was, could not bring himself to look away.

Confident she had his attention, Chloe taunted over her shoulder, “May the bigger person win!”

Despite his better instincts, John couldn’t let her get away with such an obnoxious comment. “Tell you what, since I’m such a nice guy, I’ll let you pick out the flavor of jello that you and Amy have to wrestle in.” For a moment John was proud of his argument-ending jab, but then the ground under his feet trembled as Chloe balanced herself precariously against the table edge. He was moments away from certain, squishy doom.

Then John’s mouth did that thing where it said the first clever thing that came to mind, without the slightest consideration for his odds of survival. “Though in the spirit of fairness, we should probably poll Amy too. She sounds like someone who’d prefer watermelon flavor, what do you think?”

John regretted his act of impulsiveness instantly, as the table rumbled under Chloe’s shifting weight. Rather than descending from directly above, she began to lean herself backwards, letting her thighs roll across the tabletop. John was rapidly eclipsed in shadow by a shapely body that filled his field vision. John backpedaled away from the oncoming avalanche of flesh, but he and Chloe both knew it was pointless. She was still big enough to cover more of the table than he could cross even at a sprint.

John cried desperately, “Wait, Chloe, I was just joking, HOLD ON A SEC, PLEA-” before Chloe rolled over him like he wasn’t even there.

As she settled into place over him with an argument-ending *Whump!* Chloe giggled audibly. She must have found his last-second panic greatly entertaining. How lovely for her. By now John had vanished entirely, nowhere to be seen. With his gigantic housemates' extra-gigantic ass immovably compressing him against the table, John’s had lost the ability to move, talk, or even breathe without great difficulty.

But Chloe decided to stay sitting right where she was, knowing perfectly well there wasn’t a thing her tiny friend could do about it. Worse yet he had no choice but to listen as she hummed casually from up above, “Mmm, y’know, I’m not actually a big fan of jello. I don’t like the texture. It’s too… squishy.” All of a sudden the unbearable pressure against John worsened tenfold, as Chloe punctuated her corny joke by placing a hand against her own backside and giving it a gentle squeeze. The table began to creak dangerously beneath her, and his poor desk, caught beneath her other cheek, fared little better. It collapsed with a muffled crunch of wood, prompting another giggle from the humongous, sadistic brat.

Meanwhile, John was no longer in a laughing mood now that he had been buried alive underneath several thousand tons of ass. And for no better reason than Chloe’s ego demanded she get the last word in! She even had to go the extra mile by forcing John up against the heaviest and jiggliest part of her body as “punishment” for his harmlessly satirical little comment, putting him in a position that he couldn’t possibly ignore without allowing him to take things any further, sexually speaking, no matter how desperately he might have wanted to… not with Chloe’s firm round bottom parked directly over him.

Of course Chloe didn’t think twice about rendering her puny friend’s active libido entirely inert, and without the slightest effort on her part. The cruelest irony of all was that she’d been able to use the same ass that had gotten him all worked up in the first place. Since John’s whole body was smaller than an almond, her plump bottom was more than enough to utterly engulf and immobilize him from head to toe without requiring the slightest exertion on her part. Getting to fondle her own ass while he was trapped beneath it was just icing on the cake, as far as she was concerned.

Thankfully for John, Chloe must have been in a particularly forgiving mood because after spending “only” a full minute bouncing and grinding against him, she finally got bored and began to stand up. Unfortunately for the tiny little man, that minute was sufficient time to adhere him to his giant friend’s posterior for good, and as she got to her feet he rose up into the air with her. Out of one eye he watched as the remains of his once proud desk, now splinters and debris, gradually separated from her other enormous pale cheek and fell to the table below.

“Uuughh…” John let out a pitiful groan as he wobbled gently in place. What more could he do?

The unhappy exclamation caught her attention. Chloe glanced over her shoulder without the slightest bit of remorse for what she’d done, “What’re all these splinters? Was that from your desk, or whatever?” Casually, as if brushing away sand, Chloe reached back and meticulously picked every last piece of John’s destroyed furniture off of her skin. “So annoying…” After ensuring the very smooth surface of her ass was perfectly clean (except for John’s flattened body) Chloe’s finger smashed into John’s back for just a moment, “Oh wait, that’s not a splinter, it’s just your ‘hardwood’! Haha!”

John groaned again. Chloe was enjoying every second he remained stuck against her, and with no way of saving himself or getting back at her for her incessant aggravation he could only play along. “Ah yes, don’t mind me… what happened to the ‘no sitting on me’ rule, anyway!?”