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.