tinyguy's blog: "Tiny Story(1)"

 Fred sat on the windowsill and looked out through the glass.  Quite a storm was raging outside, rain and wind and thunder and lightning.  He pressed his hand against the window glass.  He noticed that the rain drops hitting the glass were just about as big as his hand.  After all, Fred was only an inch tall.  He was not always so small, up until a couple days ago he was a normal six foot height.  And then he woke up one day and was small.  Needless to say that both he and his wife, Ellen, were quite shocked.  Though there was nothing for them to do.  They had not told anyone.  He had simply called off work, and in fact had not left the house since it happened.  He kind of felt like a house cat, in a weird way.
     "Ready for the surprise," Called Ellen, her voice echoing from elsewhere in the house.  He perked his ears up at the sound of her voice and smiled.  She had taken care of him the last couple days.  As he was so tiny he could do almost nothing for himself.  He did not like relying on his wife to do everything for him, but did not have any choice.  Even now she was doing the dinner dishes, something he would normally do.  He was also a bit excited about the surprise she had for him.  He did not know what it was, but he hopped it was something to take his mind off his small size.  Fred turned around to watch her walk into the room.  Ellen walked over to the windowsill, her bare feet slapping on the hard wood floor.  She was simply dressed, gray sweat pants and a white tank top, her long blonde hair in a pony tail behind her head.  She had her left hand hidden behind her back.  Fred looked way up into her huge brown eyes, well aware of the huge size difference between them.  She just looked down and smiled.
     "Surprise!" said Ellen, moving her left hand forward.  In her hand was a DVD case, 'The Dark of the Moon' with a photo of a white moon covered in red blood.  Fred's face lit up.  It was a horror movie.  It was one of the great interests that they both shared.  They had spent countless nights, sitting in the dark in each others arms watching horror movies.  She loved to be scared and hide in his chest and arms.  And he, of course, loved to protect her from the scary movies.  They had not watched one scene he has shrunk, and it felt good that they would do something normal again, just like old times.  Ellen scooped up tiny Fred in her right hand and moved him over to the arm rest of the sofa.  Then moved over to the entertainment center and put in the DVD.  Fred watched her with a little frown, as putting the DVD on used to be one of his jobs.
     Ellen hit the play button and turned off the lights and then joined her husband on the sofa..  The movie started slow, as horror movies often do.  They chatted with one another, he made comments on the plot and she made comments on the costumes.  It felt a lot like old times for both of them.  Then the music of the movie changed and on the screen a young blonde girl was walking out towards a dark barn.  Fred just smiled at the classic horror set-up.  Ellen on the other hand let herself get caught up in the moment, watching the screen wide eyed.  This was where he felt the need to touch her husband and be comforted by his touch.  She knew that her husband was there, just to her left.  So she instinctively moved her body to the left, seeking out the physical contact she needed.
     Fred's view of the movie was suddenly blocked as a large round shape filled his vision.  It was Ellen's breast.  She was by no means a big breasted woman, having average B-cup breasts, though that fact hardly mattered to little Fred.  As he was only an inch tall, his wife's otherwise average breasts were huge to him, something around the size of a living room.  He watched his wife's huge breast get closer to him.  It occurred to him that he had not been this close to his wife's breast since he shrank.  She moved closer and closer to him, until her breast pinned his tiny body nicely against the armrest of the sofa.  Fred gasped in surprise as the soft weight of her breast covered him.  He felt a huge flash of panic as he thought he was about to be crushed.  After all, to him, her breast alone weighed a couple tons.  After a few seconds he calmed down and realized he was alright.  The weight of her breasts kept him pinned down, but at the same time she was obliviously being careful not to put her full weight into it and crush him.
     Ellen was wrapped up in the scene in the movie, watching as the young blonde girl opened the barn door.  She could feel little Fred, her husband, under her breast.  She felt his tiny little movements as he squirmed under her weight.  It was not quite the full body hug that she used to get from him, but he was there, pressed against her, and that gave her comfort.  Suddenly the the moon monster on the screen jumped out and killed the blonde.  Ellen jumped  against the back of the sofa, freeing her tiny husband.  Fred stood up on the arm rest.  All his far was gone and he felt nothing but warm comfort.  Even at his small size, his wife had turned to him for comfort and that made him feel good.  He looked at his wife with a big smile on his face.  Ellen meanwhile started to rub the a little warm spot on her left breast, right were Fred was pressed against her.  She then looked down at him and smiled.  Slowly she moved herself closer to him.  Though this time she maneuvered herself so her breast rested on the armrest just next to him.  Once she stopped moving and got comfortable, Fred happily walked over and laid down against her breast.

Brian stretched out on the sofa.  It was a small sofa, dark brown and only about four feet long.  As brain was only three inches tall, it was more then enough room for him to stretch out.  He heard a door somewhere open and close.  He turned and saw Erica walk into his line of sight.  She was a lightly tanned, with long black hair.  Wearing nothing but a black bikini, he could see her slim slender body and all it's curves nicely.  She was five feet five inches tall, or somewhere just under two hundred feet tall to tiny Brian.  She stopped and stood in front of the sofa, a small white box in her left hand, and looked down at him.
"It's time to get ready," she said as she set the box down on the sofa cousion,
"Ready for what?" Brian asked
"You'll see...it's a surprise.  Just get dressed.''  replied Erica.  Brian walked over and looked inside the box.  Inside was a puffy white silky shirt, blue pants, black boots and a red cap.  All the perfect size to fit him.  Erica cleared her throat and waved her hand in a couple circles, while looking down at him.  He shrugged and got dressed and then looked up at her and gave a little bow.
''Oh, your my perfect little sailor-boy!'' she squeaked out.  She reached down and scooped him up in her hand and moved down the hallway.  For his spot in her hand he got a great view of her bikini.  For the first time he noticed the white skull and crossbones, about as big as he was tall, in the middle of the bikini cups.  Then she stopped moving and he looked around.  Then were in the bathroom, right in front of the bath tub.  He looked down and saw the tub was about half full of water, with a white and red plastic boat floating in the middle. 
  She then took a step and entered the tub, sitting down all in one fluid motion.  She reached over for the boat with her other hand and moved it closer.
"OK, Captain Brian, your boat awaits,'' she said as she lowered him down and set him in the boat.  The white plastic boat was about five inches long, or ten feet long to Brian.
"so, what now?" he said, looking up at her.  Her other hand was already on the way down, a tiny two inch red plastic sword on her finger tip.  Brian took the sword and held it in his hand.  She then placed three tiny plastic gold colored coins in the boat.  Each coin was about an inch across, or two feet to Brian.
"So it's a nice sunny day and you Little Captain Brian are out for a little sea cruse.'' said Erica.  Brian sat down in the boat and set down the plastic sword.
"It's good to be the captain,’ He said as the boat rocked from side to side.
"But...oh no....look out...Pirates!'' Said Erica.
"What-'' Brian started to say.  Erica brought her pointer finger and middle finger down onto one side of the boat.
"Arrrr!" said Erica  "I've come for your gold"
Brain stood up and waved his arms.  "Wait, wait, wait!  There were no girl pirates!''
Erica just smiled and pointed to the skull and crossbones on her bikini. 
''En guard'' she said, as she reached over and grabbed a tiny two inch black plastic sword between her fingers.  She then stabbed forward with the sword, making a little thunk sound as it hit the boat, just to the left of Brian.  He quickly dove and grabbed his red sword, holding it up in front of him with both hands.
"Oh, so it's a fight you want," Erica said with a giggle and she waved her sword across the top of the boat.  Brian raised his sword to block her sword and to the plastic blades met with a tiny thunk.  The force of the blow was incredible, Brian found himself easily knocked off his feet and slammed into the side of the boat.  He did hold onto the sword tightly, though.  Erica giggled like she was mad, her whole body shaking and making little waves in the tub that rocked the boat.
  Brian waited for the boat to stop rocking, then jumped up and swung his sword at hers that she was still holding just above the boat.  His sword hit hers with a little thunk, and did not move at all.  She did stop giggling completely and looked down.  Brian swung another big over head swing and hit her sword with another little thunk.  This time the tiny plastic sword in her fingers moved, and came right at his belly.  He quickly backed up one step, then two, and then fell into the water with a little plink.
  Brian tumbled in the water, dropping his sword and his litte red hat flated away..  After a couple seconds he was able to swim back up to the surface.  The tub was only about half full of water, maybe a little more then a foot of water.  Though to Brian, who was only an inch tall, the tub was a good seventy feet deep.  He had no choice but to tread water.  Erica just smiled and watched him swim towards the edge of the tub.  Before he could quite get there, she moved her leg through the water and brought her knee up underneath him.  He was taken quite by supprise as her knee came up and thrust him into the air.  He quickly found himself holding onto her knee, about twenty feet above the surface of the water.
"You have been marooned on Knee Island," Erica said with a giggle.  Brian was able to climb up on top of her knee and sit himself down.His white silky shirt was soaked so he pulled it off and set it on the side of her knee.
"Great, now what?" He said.
"Well, time rolls on as you sit there on your little island.  However, as  the beautiful pirate captain sails on, she just can't get the thought of you out of her mind." said Erica.
"Oh, really?" He said
"Yup, no matter what she does she can't get you out of her mind.  So, soon she comes back to your little island" She said.
"To save me?" He asked, waving his arms above his head and she just giggled.
"I  give you this offer, work as a mate on my ship and I'll save you." she said.
"Ok, fine with me," he said standing up and rubbing his hands together.
"Good," she said with a smile, "Your first job will be to swap the deck"
"Ok," He said a bit confused.  She reached over and picked him up between her thumb and pointer finger.  Then she slid down in the tub to lay flat on her back and her belly, breasts and face were out of the water.  She then gently set him down on her tummy, right by her belly button.  She then reached over and and got a tiny plastic bucket and mop and set then near him on her belly.  Brian just looked at the mop and bucket, and saw the bucket had a peice of soap in it.
"Don't just stand there," She said, "Get to work!"
"And do what?" he asked
"Swap the deck, silly," Erica said.
"The deck?" He asked as he pointed down at her belly.  She just nodded.  He let out a little sigh and walked over and picked up the bucket and mop.  He moved over to the edge of her belly, where the water started and filled up the bucket. He moved the peice of soap around in the bucket to make the water full of suds.  Then he walked back to the center of his belly and set the bucket down.  Then he dipped the mop in the bucket.  Erica watched him carefuly, a big smile on her face.  Brian slowly brought the mop down on her skin and started to push it back and forth.  The tiny plastic tickled her skin and she quickly covered her mouth with her hand and fought to hold in her laughter.
     Around and around little Brian went with his little plastic mop.  Erica fought and fought to hold in her laughter as the little mop tickled her skin.  Then she could not hold it in any longer and she laughed her self silly. As she laughed her belly shook like crazy, easly bouncing little Brian all around.  Up and down and from side to side, each movement of Erica's belly sent little Brian shooting several feet into the air, only to fall back down and be shot back up in the air again.