Movie Night (7)

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7: Out of the Frying Pan…

John had a problem.

There wasn’t enough room within the confines of Amy’s front pocket for both her body and his, and the only space remaining was guarded by the pocket’s previous sole occupant: Amy’s monstrously large, bulging nipple. The tight pocket had become a cramped arena, pitting John up against many tons of soft flesh in a constant battle for his own survival. And while Amy herself may have been unaware that any struggle was even taking place as she strolled along, her single boob still outranked its tiny opponent by several thousand weight classes. John put up the best fight he could, but within just a few short steps he had been soundly defeated and shoved aside by Amy’s insurmountable—though mercifully soft—nipple.

But John’s defeat didn’t end there. After pinning him against the outer pocket, Amy’s gigantic chest had taken him for a victory lap by jiggling triumphantly against his naked body. John wryly wondered if Amy’s chest was offering him a consolation prize, or simply rubbing victory in his face.

With a bit more effort John turned himself around until he was facing outwards, so at least he wasn’t being forced to dry hump Amy through the fabric every time she moved. It wasn’t much, but it was the best he could make of the situation for now. And he had bigger worries on his mind anyway…

Like Chloe. John wondered how hard the little devil would laugh when she saw him like this. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d found him stuck under another woman’s clothes before, nor the first time it had been her fault to begin with. If he was lucky she’d only crack a joke or two before helping him out of there and getting the movie started, at which point—he hoped—things would calm down for him.

It’s not like things could get much worse, right?

*

Chloe looked over once Amy finally skipped into the room with popcorn in hand, “Took you long enough, I almost started watching Cybercop 4000 on my own! What were you guys doing in there?”

Amy explained, “I forgot John was still in my top from earlier, and I had a little trouble finding him, is all.”

Chloe nodded, well accustomed to her busty friend losing things (and people) down her top. “Heh, fair enough. But if you suffocate my roommate with your boobs I swear I’ll make you cover his share of the rent.”

“Relax, I totally won’t let that happen. And on the upside, I think he spent so long in there that he might be able to get scuba certified now! Or, like, booba certified, at least?”

Chloe smirked, “Ooh, maybe we can sell the movie rights! 20,000 Leagues Under the Titty!” Then they both devolved into girlish snickering.

While Amy’s laughter shook him around, John was forced to listen as the girls turned one of the top five most embarrassing moments of his life into a comedy routine. While he was thankful that Amy had offered to help him get through the wager, her and Chloe’s flippant commentary wasn’t doing his self respect any favors.

But John could tolerate all that, because fate actually seemed to be on his side for once:  as she entered the room, Amy’s bag of popcorn had very conveniently hid him from Chloe’s view. Amy must have held it there without even thinking! Normally John didn’t like being overlooked, but this time it worked to his advantage to stay out of sight as long as possible. As long as Amy didn’t move the bag, he’d have some much needed time to rest.

As a bonus, he could even see most of the television now that he’d turned himself around! Now all he needed was for the girls to sit and start the movie before anyone brought attention to him.

At that instant, Chloe was wondering how her little roommate was doing. It had been a while since she’d laid eyes on him, but that didn’t mean her desire to torment the little guy had diminished one bit. Quite the opposite, in fact.

“Careful Boobzilla,” Chloe nodded towards the zipper that had once again failed to contain her friend’s ballooning chest, “If you show off any more cleavage, you’re gonna end up with more popcorn in your top than in your mouth.”

“Very funny. I’ll just zip it back up if that happens.”

“Are you sure you can even get the zipper closed anymore?”

Amy defiantly scrunched her nose at Chloe, “Yes I’m sure.”

“I bet you can’t.” Chloe had set her trap…

And Amy stepped right into it with both feet. “I bet I can!”

“Prove it then, chesty.”

Amy may not have been anywhere as competitive as Chloe (nobody was), but Chloe had a talent for antagonizing people into doing her bidding. Amy accepted the challenge with glee, “Watch me!”

With a few determined tugs and bounces, Amy worked her jacket zipper back into place until it was straining visibly at the seams. “Boom! Told ya.”

Chloe struggled to act sufficiently ‘humbled’ through her mirth. As far as she knew, she’d just managed to trick Amy into unwittingly flattening John in cleavage all over again—and without even lifting a finger herself! “Dang, I guess you win. Lucky for all the popcorn that’s just been spared from becoming cleavage food, heh.”

“Right???” Amy was too busy giggling to catch the subtle reminder about the little man who had already spent half the night as her “cleavage food.”

Meanwhile, John actually did feel pretty damn lucky that he’d narrowly avoided being crushed to death. It wasn’t much of an achievement (and he still had to deal with Amy’s chest jostling him from behind), but when you were less than an inch tall it was important to savor even the smallest victories against someon as aggravating as Chloe.

Amy’s voice cut John’s silent celebration short, “Speaking of all the popcorn I just saved… I have plenty to share. You want some before we start the movie?”

Amy held the bag up, and through the cloth stretched over his face John could suddenly see the short, smug girl sitting on the couch beside him… Which meant she could see him now. Curse Amy’s natural generosity! There was no chance he’d go unnoticed now: Chloe never overlooked a tiny in peril—the little she-devil was as perceptive as she was unhelpful.

John sighed; Why couldn’t Amy have been the observant one!?

As expected, Chloe’s eagle-eyes locked onto John with predatory speed, though she seemed merely bemused upon seeing that he’d escaped the “cleavage trap” she’d so purposefully left him in. No doubt she was curious how he had avoided succumbing to Amy's cleavage trap not once, but twice now, effectively avoiding her attempts to mess with him both times. John desperately hoped she would be impressed by his resilience—even if he’d only endured through a combination of luck and Amy’s mercy—otherwise he’d have to deal with her attempts to “get back at him” for having the audacity to survive her schemes thus far.

After scooping up her share of popcorn and popping a morsel into her mouth, Chloe leaned comfortably against one of the couch armrests. Despite her relaxed demeanor, John knew her devious mind was hard at work coming up with new ways of screwing him over without alerting Amy to her true intentions.

It didn’t take long for her to hatch a plan.

After sparing John the briefest glance (and a smirk so subtle anyone else might’ve missed it), Chloe spoke sweetly over his head, “By the way, Amy, I didn’t notice until now just how cute the color of your top is. And the fabric of these pockets seems super soft.”

As she spoke Chloe reached out and traced one finger around John’s position, pretending to inspect the cloth while she amused herself with John’s helplessness. Worse yet, the mild stimulation was causing Amy’s nipple to harden against John’s back; in seconds it was pressing him into the cloth more than ever.

But Amy herself was too busy soaking up attention and praise to notice anything amiss, “Thanks! The only problem is that the front pockets are too tight to fit much in them, so I mostly leave them empty.”

“I see what you mean. Something would have to be real teeny to fit in there…” Chloe smirked and looked John right in the face as Amy’s nipple began crushing him against the cloth. She probably thought her own commentary was hilarious… Ugh.

John knew from experience that Chloe was only taunting him like this because she wanted to get a reaction. The little brat loved nothing more than gloating whenever she had the upper hand—which of course she basically always did around tinies, given she was a thousand times bigger. But talking back would only encourage her: the smartest thing he could do was keep quiet and wait for her to eventually get bored of a toy that didn’t fight back, or for Amy to eventually object to being felt up right in the middle of the living room…

But Amy made no such objection, even as Chloe’s prodding finger poked nearer and nearer to John’s immobilized body. Clearly she wasn’t even thinking about what he might be going through.

But when Chloe came mere inches from bulldozing John’s head with her finger, he’d had enough, “Hey! Isn’t it some kind of party foul to smother your opponent in a wager!?”

Chloe had heard him; he knew because he could see her smirking about it. But she acted like he hadn’t said a word, and slid her hand another millimeter until his face had been sandwiched between her fingertip and Amy’s cushiony nipple.

John grated, louder this time, “Knock it off Chloe!!!”

Chloe’s finger lifted as she pretended (unconvincingly) to notice him for the very first time, “Oh, sorry little buddy, guess I didn’t notice you. Heh.” She leaned in for a closer look, bringing herself almost level with Amy’s prodigious chest and offering the tiny man flattened against it a smile that was somehow both charming and smug. She casually blew a dark strand of hair out of her own face before asking, “How’re you holding up, big guy?”

At first John had preferred seeing out of Amy’s pocket to the blind darkness of her cleavage, but he was having second thoughts now that he had to deal with Chloe’s smug face leering down at him. And with Amy’s nipple still mashing his face into the cloth, he had no way of escaping her constant teasing.

As Amy’s flesh threatened to crush him out of existence, John wasted valuable lung capacity just to answer the obviously rhetorical question through gritted teeth, “I’m—urgh—just peachy, Chloe, thank you so much for your—mmf—heartfelt concern. Though I could do without you sticking your finger in my face, if that’s not too much trouble.” John kept most of the aggravation from his voice, but enduring Chloe’s brattiness was an impossible test of patience.

Case in point, Chloe scoffed as if John were subjecting her to a great injustice, “How was I supposed to know you’d hidden yourself in Amy’s pocket? I’m not a mind reader, you know!”

“You have eyeballs don’t you!?”

“If you’ll recall, the last time I saw you was right after you practically swan-dove into our houseguests' cleavage when we were picking out movies.” The two girls tittered at that. Chloe’s self-righteous retelling of that event was far from accurate considering it had been entirely her fault John ended up there in the first place… But history is written by the victors, and Chloe was all too happy to claim every victory in reach, deserved or otherwise. “Speaking of which… I see my little roomie’s gone from ‘jiggle jail’ to ‘pocket prison’ since I last saw him. How’d the squirt afford that upgrade, Boobzilla?”

John’s perspective of Chloe’s smug face danced as Amy chuckled at her own monicker, “I moved him a little bit ago. I, er, was worried he wouldn’t be able to see the T.V. where he was before. Plus this spot is probably comfier for a tiny, right?”

Chloe eyed the faint shape her teeny friend made in Amy’s outrageously tight jacket, noting how his body and limbs conformed to the smooth curvature of flesh he was trapped against. She knew John would stay stuck like that until she or Amy bothered to help him, which made Amy’s naive assumption all the funnier. “Oh yeah, waaay more comfy, heh. Definitely.”

John may have been trapped inside the world’s tightest pocket against his will, but that didn’t mean he was going to sit there and let Chloe ridicule him without a fight. “Weren’t you all jazzed to start watching your lame low-budget ripoff of Robocop like ten seconds ago, Chloe? Or does being obnoxious always take precedence?”

Chloe’s eyes narrowed to irritated slits; John had finally found a way to antagonize her back. Good.

Amy looked down, “What’d he say? I missed it.”

Evil intent sparkled behind Chloe’s eyes even as her lips formed a sickly sweet smile, “He’s just trying to tell you how much he likes it in your pocket. He’s even giving you a great big hug to show he means it, can’t you tell?”

What!? No he wasn’t!

Amy cooed unsuspectingly, “Aww, how cute!” But when she tried to reciprocate by puffing her chest out, she unwittingly compressed the tiny sliver of space that John occupied to barely an atom’s width.

As Amy’s jacket constricted as tight as physically possible, John attempted to curse Chloe’s name before his lungs collapsed under the pressure. “Damn you Chloeeenngghk!”

But John’s impotent rage meant nothing to the smug girl, who simply smiled and watched with delight as his body flattened under the compressive force of the pocket against her busty friend’s enormous boob.

John could only groan as Chloe’s diabolical plan became crystal clear. Amy might mean well, but it was painfully obvious that she would happily go along with just about any suggestion that Chloe could phrase innocuously enough. Which meant that her gigantic body had become yet another superweapon in Chloe’s arsenal. All Chloe had to do was sit back and let her bigger, bustier friend wear down his dwindling resolve with one innocently provocative act after another, essentially delivering her victory on a silver platter without being any the wiser!

Amy could only barely see past her own humongous chest, and didn’t realize the pleasant sensation she was feeling was actually John compressing against her body. “You sure are lucky to live with such a little sweetie, Chlo.”

Chloe smiled merrily, “I’ll say. Just today John was nice enough to lend me one of his old shirts from back before he shrunk, so I’d have something to wear around the house for comfy clothes.” Chloe smiled and tugged at the hem, hoping John could see her drawing the stolen shirt tight over her own perky chest from inside Amy’s pocket. “He’s a generous guy.”

Amy admired the top, clearly eager to repay Chloe’s earlier compliments, “It’s super cute on you, and I love that band!”

It took real effort for John to remain patient, since he was forced to wobble back and forth every second Chloe spent basking in the undeserved flattery. But his temper flared when Chloe casually replied, “You want one? He’s got a bunch more packed away that are all too big for him to use.”

Amy smiled, “Ooh, I love thrifty outfits and stuff like that!!! You don’t think he’d mind?”

Yes he’d friggin’ mind! John pictured Amy forcing herself into one of his favorite shirts, but couldn’t envision her getting it more than halfway over her nipples without the stitching bursting. He couldn’t envision any regular shirt surviving her oversized chest… A girl as buxom as Amy was where tight shirts went to die. And now Chloe was just offering up his old mementos as a sacrifice to Boobzilla’s namesake!?

John balked, “You can’t just go around giving my stuff away, Chloe!”

John’s disapproving voice was muffled as Amy’s chest swung around, but the huge redhead still got the gist of his words, “Aw, it sounds like he might not like the idea.”

Chloe snickered and reached for Amy’s pocket, “He’s only arguing because I’m the one that suggested it. Here, maybe if you ask him nicely…”

The threat of being pulled out into sight by the huge, approaching hand caused John to panic, “Wait, I changed my mind! Don’t take me out! YOU CAN WEAR ALL THE SHIRTS YOU WANT, JUST—ack!”

Chloe hadn’t expected John to lose all his clothes in such a short time, so when she yanked him from Amy’s pocket and held him up to her face, she couldn’t help but laugh hard enough to send the little man bouncing and swaying as he dangled from her fingers. As far as she could tell, she’d just found solid evidence that her little friend had lost the bet, and in record time! “Well well well, looks like someone’s enjoying themselves!”

John, still naked and dangling in front of two gigantic women, grumbled sarcastically, “Oh, you know me… I’m just so excited to experience some quality cinema.”

“Mmm, I don’t think that’s all you’re excited about, streaker boy.” Chloe took a good look at John’s exposed privates before he could hide them, then looked him in the eye and whispered with triumphant smugness, “Gotcha.”

John swallowed. The jig was up; it had been silly to think he could ever sneak his situation under Chloe’s nose without her noticing. The little brat was far too observant to be tricked that easily. He was doomed.

John had his mouth open to begrudgingly admit defeat and beg for mercy that he knew wouldn’t come when, like a guardian angel from heaven, Amy spoke up on his behalf, “Oh, that’s my fault.”

Chloe frowned as her plans for her own victory parade came crashing down around her, “Huh?”

“Yeah see, I accidentally ripped his clothes off while trying to get him out my cleavage, so I tucked him away until I could find him some pants, but then you mentioned popcorn and I sorta… Forgot. I just didn’t want to embarrass him by mentioning it earlier.” Amy shrugged sheepishly. Aside from a few carefully chosen omissions, everything said was very close to true.

John closed his eyes and swore a life debt to Amy for her assistance, promising he’d let her stretch out as many of his favorite shirts as she wanted. Hell, he’d buy her a thousand ill-fitting shirts if that’s what she wanted!

Although Amy’s lie was made more believable by the fact that it hinged on her own forgetfulness, Chloe’s eyes became suspicious little slits, darting between John and Amy, “Sounds like you two had a conveniently uneventful time together.”

Like a cornered animal, John desperately latched onto his only hope of survival and corroborated Amy’s half-truth, “Like she said… Just a little wardrobe accident, no big deal.”

“That’s it? Nothing else happened?”

Amy twiddled her thumbs and shrugged, her cheeks a deep crimson as she struggled to maintain the lie, “Uhhh… No?”

John would’ve preferred to fight an actual tiger than have to lie right to Chloe’s face, but confidence was the only way he could beat her, so he simply focused on keeping his voice from shaking, "See? Verified by credible eyewitness testimony. Why, what did you think happened, Chloe?"

Chloe’s eyes bore down on him like big, beautiful daggers. “You know what I ‘think,’ twerp.”

Meeting Chloe’s gaze was like staring directly into the sun, but John managed it. All he had to do now was feign ignorance, and he’d be home-free. He’d gotten away with it!

Then, for some reason, his mouth said four suicidal words, “Then prove it, shorty.”

John turned white as a ghost, and considered whether it would’ve been wiser to commit to a vow of lifelong silence, like one of those monks. Why had he said that? Did he think he was being clever by using her own words against her? Maybe he had every right to get back at her for messing with him all night, but only an absolute idiot would actually antagonize Chloe!

The little dark-haired woman breathed in through her nose like a rhino about to charge… Then exhaled perfectly calmly, and bared her white teeth in what almost nobody would describe as a smile. “Hmm. Well I guess it would be pretty pathetic if you lost a simple bet before the movie even started. Wouldn’t you agree?”

A snub to John’s ego was far from the worst Chloe could inflict upon him, so he simply grumbled, “Yep, totally.”

The tension abated somewhat when Amy leaned in with a pleasant smile, “Um, should I grab some extra clothes for John before we forget again? Or should we just get the movie started, and all promise not to sit in his lap or anything in the meantime?”

John smiled, “Actually, another set of clothes would be great, Amy, I—” John froze when he noticed Chloe awaiting his response with the intensity of a starving jackal that had seen meat. He’d almost broken the other cardinal rule, and accepted outside assistance. “I mean, er, that is…”

Chloe’s grin began to return, “Well? Do you need any help, teeny?”

John hastily backpedaled, “Y’know, on second thought, I’ll be perfectly alright, thank you Amy.” John would have very much preferred not to spend the next hour-and-a-half sitting naked with two beautiful women, but there it was.

Chloe held him closer, “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you… What was that?”

John made sure to heap the maximum amount of sarcasm possible onto every word, “I said thanks but no thanks. I know rescuing tiny people from certain humiliation is basically your life’s calling,” Even Chloe quirked a smile at the blatant insult to the truth, “But I think we’ve postponed the movie—you know, the thing you wouldn’t shut up about earlier—long enough, don’t you?”

Chloe pondered that, and then shrugged calmly, “Suit yourself!” Then, because she was feeling especially petty, Chloe curled her finger back and flicked John towards the couch like a discarded cigarette butt.

John tumbled and spun before he smacked against a large pillow, stuck there for half a second, then peeled away and fell to the seat cushion in a dizzy pile. Well, he’d managed to both narrowly avoid defeat and also piss off the world’s most vindictive shortstack. Now all he had to do was survive more than an hour while Chloe did literally everything in her power to make tonight the worst of his life. Piece of cake.

Speaking of cake… John’s rest was interrupted when a humongous, wobbling mass loomed overhead; Amy had arrived at the couch, and turned around as if to remind him that all she had on beneath her miniskirt was some ludicrously tight underwear. John was staring mouth open as she asked, “You’re sure I can have John’s side of the couch, Chlo?”

Chloe answered, “Absolutely. Not like he needs to hog all that space for himself anyway!”

Satisfied, Amy began to descend without so much as a cursory glance beneath her.

“Shit shit shiiit!” John scrambled to his feet and raced away, barely making it to safety before the gigantic redhead thumped into place behind him like a bomb going off. John was catapulted away as the cushions bent under her weight. Amy’s huge body was still settling to a stop when she noticed what had happened and tittered apologetically at the sprawled out little man, “Oops, sorry John! I hope you don’t mind if I borrow your seat for a bit?”

John wondered if Amy would have even noticed if she’d sat on him, and felt grateful that he wouldn’t have to find the answer to that question today. “Normally I charge a fee to sit there. But I suppose I can wave it, just this once.”

She snickered, “How very chivalrous. Don’t worry, I’ll keep your spot nice and warm for you.” Amy spoke a little quieter and smiled a little wider as she said that, and John realized she wanted him to think about how ‘nice and warm’ she was… His reddening face was his only reply, but that only seemed to please Amy.

But Amy had noticed a problem: she alone already took up at least half of the seating space on the narrow couch. “Uh, will we all fit on here, Chloe?”

Chloe glanced down, “I dunno. One of us might need to sit on someone else’s lap.”

Amy’s eyes sparkled, “I don’t mind sharing a spot! I just need a cute little volunteer to share with me…” The giant redhead began bouncing in place, subjecting the couch to the battering of a lifetime underneath her immense hips and almost launching John into the air with each shuddering impact.

John couldn’t stop glancing at the way Amy’s backside was squishing against the couch just a few inches from him… Still, much as it pained him to do so, he hastily shot down the proposal, “I veto on the grounds of my own survival. In fact, I hereby veto any seating arrangement that will literally end in me suffocating to death underneath either of you.”

Amy fiddled with her skirt, flashing another inch of pale thigh, “I would’ve gotten up to let you breathe every once in a while!” John’s look of uncertain horror caused her to giggle lightly, “Just let me know if you change your mind.”

John was still trying to wrap his head around Amy’s words when Chloe sauntered up and declared, “Alright well I’m sitting right where I always do, and good luck to anyone below who wants to share my spot.” Chloe had an evil, knowing grin on her face as she swung her big backside over John’s head, going as far as to stick her ass out so that her skintight shorts made every contour of her lower body, pussy lips, and thick thighs visible. She must’ve wanted John to get a good look before she crushed him flat… Or maybe she just wanted to savor the moment for herself.

Either way, John  was in trouble.

“Fuck fuck fuuuck!” John’s exhausted limbs ached as he about-faced and sprinted back towards Amy, hoping she might offer him some manner of shelter. But as he ran, he could see Chloe coming down like a fleshy, sadistic ceiling—she was even drawing it out, going slow enough to make him think he had a chance, that sadistic brat! But John was absolutely desperate not to give her the satisfaction. At the last second he hurled himself recklessly through the air with every ounce of strength his body had left…

Whump!

After landing heavily, Chloe made sure to get comfy by wiggling around and around… But was annoyed by the distinct lack of “squirming for mercy” she’d hoped to feel beneath her sizeable rear end. She looked down and was disappointed to see that John had managed to dive into the gap between her and Amy, very narrowly escaping becoming the flattened seat-cushion she’d planned. He gasped for breath, his chest rising and falling as if he’d just seen his life flash before his eyes.

Chloe sounded almost bored as she acknowledged what she’d done, “Oops. Didn’t see ya there.”

John rose shakily to his feet, having to brace himself against Amy’s thigh. He’d expended all his energy just to avoid Chloe’s impact, but it had been worth it just to see the brief annoyance on her face once she realized she’d missed her shot. “Yeah yeah, very funny Chloe. Too bad your aim sucks. Maybe you—”

WHAM!

Chloe slid over and slammed against Amy with the force of a 100-mile-an-hour train crash, catching John between their hips. All that remained of the gap that John had occupied was a jiggling, tightly-compressed division between Chloe’s spandex-clad butt and Amy’s bare skin—every single inch of space available had been taken by one of the girls’ enormous behinds, leaving nothing at all for the inch-high man.

Chloe smiled down and offered the world’s most sarcastic apology to that narrow crevice, “Oooops. Didn’t see ya that time, either.” Then she turned smugly toward Amy, “See? Told ya we’d all fit!”

Which was technically true. All three of them were on the same narrow couch, even if the girls were rubbing against each other and John had quite literally disappeared between them.

Amy considered the tight crevice for a moment, “It’s a little cozy… Are you sure he has enough space down there?”

Chloe flapped a dismissive hand, “Oh yeah, there’s plenty of room for a little guy like him. If he wants us to move he’ll let us know.”

A pitiful little moan came from somewhere between the girls' round hips, and Amy pursed her lips thoughtfully. “Shouldn’t we check on him, just to be sure?”

Amy proceeded to rock slightly to the side, creating a tiny gap between her and Chloe. John, still suffering from the booty collision, remained firmly stuck to the smooth surface of her outer buttock, splayed out like a little starfish and unable to move even now that he wasn’t being crushed… The only part of John’s body that reacted at all was his cock, which rapidly unflattened to fill the new space Amy had left him—until the space ran out and he was stuck with his erection pressing firmly yet pointlessly against his number one rival’s huge wobbling thigh.

Amy grinned, clearly oblivious to her tiny friend’s discomfort, “Hey cutie, got enough room?”

John tried to talk, and discovered that his lungs were so flat he could only emit an unintelligible moan.

But since Amy wasn’t listening nearly close enough to hear his feeble response, she simply repeated the question with a little more emphasis, “Hellooo? All good down there???”

Amy punctuated her question with a light-hearted hip wiggle that was meant to get John’s attention, completely failing to account for the absurd difference in size between them. John’s eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets as the redhead’s thoughtless little movement dragged his stiff erection firmly across Chloe’s hip—first one way, then the other—leaving behind a faint trail of precum along her skintight short-shorts. Chloe watched, first in surprise and then in silent delight, as Amy shook John back and forth like a helpless toy.

After the fourth time his crotch was slammed against Chloe, John tried to scream—but he only ended up emitting a tormented whimper. If only he could signal the humongous ditz, somehow!

With a great deal of effort, John eventually managed to free one arm from Amy’s skin and reach upward, using his only working hand to gesture for help or mercy… Please help me...

Unfortunately, Chloe was the first to comment on John’s feeble attempt to communicate, “See? Thumbs up, A-Okay, nothin’ to worry about!”

But Chloe’s deceit didn’t end there, and she explained, “As a proud and self-respecting tiny person, John actually prefers not to receive any assistance unless he explicitly asks for it. He wants to fight his own battles, y’know? And of course I always try to respect his wishes, since I’m such a good friend.”

What!? No, no, no!!!

Amy smiled understandingly and started rolling back into place, “Oh, I guess that makes sense! That’s really thoughtful of you, Chloe. John’s lucky to have you!”

“Isn’t he?”

John directed a baleful glare up at Chloe, but that only prompted the smug brat to wink back at him right before he was smooshed tight up against her hip and sealed away from the world once more. Now all he could do to express himself was wobble there, helplessly, with his entire body sandwiched between the two girls…

Chloe didn’t even wait for John to stop jiggling before she chuckled, “Alright, enough delays! Let’s get this movie night started!” Amy voiced her approval with a cheer, and the TV screen opened onto a cheesy title screen for Cybercop 4000, showing a panning shot over a hazy and crime ridden Los Angeles.

Neither girl noticed as their combined body heat began warming the air around them, causing the heat to rise exponentially where their bodies touched. While the girls were perfectly comfortable, the space beneath and between them was becoming warmer and warmer…

John wondered if he could survive being trapped like this for 90 long, long minutes…

From between the girls John heard Chloe announce, “Oh, I hope you don’t mind but I put on the Director’s Cut, which has another half-hour of super awesome deleted scenes!”

The despairing cry that emanated from between Chloe and Amy’s broad hips was drowned out as the movie’s theme synth and electric guitar theme song started up.

Movie night had officially started.

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