Meeting the Couple
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 11
by
Bobob1
With a very confused look on her face, Rachel uttered a response.
"I...I think it did just talk." She was awestruck. Stacy put her hands on her hips.
"See! I told you it looked real!" She whined.
"Oh quiet. Maybe we were both hearing something." Rachel tried to find a logical answer.
"Only one way to find out." Stacy eyed Rachel's butt. Rachel let out a sigh, and began prying her thong free from the clutches of her ass. Her hand clambered down ontop of you, and she started to pull the thing out. Once it was out of her butt, she slipped it down her legs and pulled it off. She tossed it onto the couch and took two steps back.
"Are...are you alive?" She asked. Stacy shook her head.
"Come on Rachel. It's nothing to be scared of." Rachel refused to move closer, so Stacy walked up to the couch. She gripped the thong in her hands, and turned it over until she could see you. She frowned, puzzled. "What is that?" To Stacy, you looked like a little logo plastered on the fabric of the underwear, but you were in a different position, and she could have sworn she saw you talk. She poked you twice. You couldn't respond, as your head had been reflattened when Stacy had slingshotted you into Rachel's ass. Stacy scratched at you, doing nothing but hurting your face.
"I'm right!" Rachel suddenly declared, stepping forward. "I isn't alive. We were imagining it! Ha!" She tore the thing from the dumbstruck Stacy. "I'm going to put this back on now, if you don't mind." Hearing that, you gained a renewed sense of vigor. Not wanting to go back into her ass, you pulled and pulled until you popped loose. Stacy and Rachel clearly saw your head pop up, and you yelled to them.
"Please!" You screamed. "Help m..."
"AAAAAAHHH!!!!!!" Rachel's ear splitting scream broke you off. She flung the thong at Stacy who grabbed it. Rachel ran off into the bathroom. Stacy looked down at you, smiled, and peeled you off.
Five minutes later, you were sitting on the floor of the apartment. Stacy and Rachel were sitting in front of you, crisscross on the carpet as well. It had taken a few minutes for Rachel to calm down, but finally she had left the bathroom.
"So..." Stacy broke the silence. "Who and what are you?" You took a deep breath.
"My name is Ben. And yes, I am a real person. I was born one inch tall."
"One inch tall?" Rachel asked quizzically. "That's impossible!" You shrugged. "I guess...there you are though..."
"I went with my family on a trip to the beach, but some things happened."
"By things you mean ending up in my ass? How did that happen by the way? I want to make sure you aren't a pervert."
"Please! I'm not. I was crushed flat, and a breeze sent me flying. I just ended up inside your ass."
"Sure. Sounds very like..."
"Rachel!" Stacy warned. "Let's hear him out." She gestured for you to continue.
"Anyways...my family would have gone back home by now. They probably assumed I was in their suitcase or something. They won't know I'm missing until I get back. And my house is about three hours from here." After that last part, Stacy winced, but Rachel just shrugged.
"Oh well." Rachel sighed.
"Rachel!" Stacy exclaimed. "We have to help him! He got left behind because of us. Because of you!"
"But I...what can we do?"
"I don't know!" Stacy looked ready to cry. Rachel suddenly had an idea.
"Tell you what tiny...Ben...here's what we're going to do. Stacy and I have work every other day this week, but next weekend we will be able to drive you home. Sound good?"
"But..." You stammered. "That means I would have to stay here for..."
"Five more days. Yep."
"Five days?!?" You yelled.
"It's your only option. Yes or no?" You realized she was right. After some thought, you said yes. Rachel leaned back, and Stacy cheered. "I knew you would say yes." Stacy looked at you and grinned.
"Here's a bigger question Ben. Who do you want to sleep with tonight?"
"What!?" You and Rachel asked in unison.
"He has to choose somebody." Stacy replied, putting her hands up in defense. She looked at you again. "Me or Rachel?" You gave this question even more thought, before finally choosing...
"I...I think it did just talk." She was awestruck. Stacy put her hands on her hips.
"See! I told you it looked real!" She whined.
"Oh quiet. Maybe we were both hearing something." Rachel tried to find a logical answer.
"Only one way to find out." Stacy eyed Rachel's butt. Rachel let out a sigh, and began prying her thong free from the clutches of her ass. Her hand clambered down ontop of you, and she started to pull the thing out. Once it was out of her butt, she slipped it down her legs and pulled it off. She tossed it onto the couch and took two steps back.
"Are...are you alive?" She asked. Stacy shook her head.
"Come on Rachel. It's nothing to be scared of." Rachel refused to move closer, so Stacy walked up to the couch. She gripped the thong in her hands, and turned it over until she could see you. She frowned, puzzled. "What is that?" To Stacy, you looked like a little logo plastered on the fabric of the underwear, but you were in a different position, and she could have sworn she saw you talk. She poked you twice. You couldn't respond, as your head had been reflattened when Stacy had slingshotted you into Rachel's ass. Stacy scratched at you, doing nothing but hurting your face.
"I'm right!" Rachel suddenly declared, stepping forward. "I isn't alive. We were imagining it! Ha!" She tore the thing from the dumbstruck Stacy. "I'm going to put this back on now, if you don't mind." Hearing that, you gained a renewed sense of vigor. Not wanting to go back into her ass, you pulled and pulled until you popped loose. Stacy and Rachel clearly saw your head pop up, and you yelled to them.
"Please!" You screamed. "Help m..."
"AAAAAAHHH!!!!!!" Rachel's ear splitting scream broke you off. She flung the thong at Stacy who grabbed it. Rachel ran off into the bathroom. Stacy looked down at you, smiled, and peeled you off.
Five minutes later, you were sitting on the floor of the apartment. Stacy and Rachel were sitting in front of you, crisscross on the carpet as well. It had taken a few minutes for Rachel to calm down, but finally she had left the bathroom.
"So..." Stacy broke the silence. "Who and what are you?" You took a deep breath.
"My name is Ben. And yes, I am a real person. I was born one inch tall."
"One inch tall?" Rachel asked quizzically. "That's impossible!" You shrugged. "I guess...there you are though..."
"I went with my family on a trip to the beach, but some things happened."
"By things you mean ending up in my ass? How did that happen by the way? I want to make sure you aren't a pervert."
"Please! I'm not. I was crushed flat, and a breeze sent me flying. I just ended up inside your ass."
"Sure. Sounds very like..."
"Rachel!" Stacy warned. "Let's hear him out." She gestured for you to continue.
"Anyways...my family would have gone back home by now. They probably assumed I was in their suitcase or something. They won't know I'm missing until I get back. And my house is about three hours from here." After that last part, Stacy winced, but Rachel just shrugged.
"Oh well." Rachel sighed.
"Rachel!" Stacy exclaimed. "We have to help him! He got left behind because of us. Because of you!"
"But I...what can we do?"
"I don't know!" Stacy looked ready to cry. Rachel suddenly had an idea.
"Tell you what tiny...Ben...here's what we're going to do. Stacy and I have work every other day this week, but next weekend we will be able to drive you home. Sound good?"
"But..." You stammered. "That means I would have to stay here for..."
"Five more days. Yep."
"Five days?!?" You yelled.
"It's your only option. Yes or no?" You realized she was right. After some thought, you said yes. Rachel leaned back, and Stacy cheered. "I knew you would say yes." Stacy looked at you and grinned.
"Here's a bigger question Ben. Who do you want to sleep with tonight?"
"What!?" You and Rachel asked in unison.
"He has to choose somebody." Stacy replied, putting her hands up in defense. She looked at you again. "Me or Rachel?" You gave this question even more thought, before finally choosing...
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April 23, 2025
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