Hot Cocoa and Chill

There were three things Jess needed for wintery mornings. Cocoa, corn flakes, and Chinese cartoons pirated off the internet playing on a plasma screen television. Curled up under a thick blanket with a nice cup of marshmallow lovers on the side was more or less her current impression of heaven. What else could anyone want? It was the perfect place, lounging along the side of a beautiful new couch. Under the covers, she fiddled a bit with a remote, turning the volume up just a tad bit. This, more than anything else, was why she loved having her own apartment off campus. It was pretty pricey, and a bit far for her likings, but there were benefits, too. Like the view from the window overlooking nearly the entire city, painted white with the delicate touch of a thousand angry preschoolers. Or the proximity to stores that weren’t constantly manned by half-asleep college students. Or moments like this, where she was perfectly alone in her own place in the life she always dreamed of living. Well, almost perfectly alone. She had her Chinese cartoons, warm colors of 90’s oversaturated animation cels basking the room in a certain sort of heat. She had her corn flakes, in a bowl on the ground. She had her cocoa. And, of course, she had her beautiful Chloe…. somewhere around here.

Somewhere around there, with somewhere referring specifically to under the area right underneath Jessica’s right underarm, was Chloe, feeling very warm for somebody trapped in a blizzard. Jessica’s two inch tall tiny wonder was currently feeling very hot and bothered indeed, and not just because half her body was being pressed against the soft, almost squishy wall of her best friend and girlfriend’s chest. At least that was what Chloe thought it was, because at that moment Chloe couldn’t see a damn thing. She could certainly feel things, quite a few things that she was being squeezed gently between, she could even vaguely make out some of the shitty 90’s magical girl anime that Jess was almost definitely watching right then, but the area was far too dark to make anything else out. Occasionally the right movement would bring a bit of light, tinted red through the filter of Jess’s hideous red sweater, but it was only here and there, nothing more. Chloe was beginning to hate witches, and she was especially beginning to hate having to date a witch, especially the kinds that just randomly shrank you down whenever they felt like it. Especially the ones who didn’t even realize when it happened.

Chloe felt distinctly uncomfortable with how distinctly comfortable she felt right then. It felt like more like an all-encompassing hug than anything. A warm goodness just wafting over, sealing around her body. She could wiggle and squirm a bit, but even the light bit of pressure from above was basically holding her in place. Every arm movement was being measured against the absurd weight of a giant some fifty or so times her own height. She might as well have been trying to push the sky out of the way. She was stuck, had been since the morning. But it felt nice, warm, and suddenly dam, she noted, as a warm wetness touched the top of her head and slid slightly down her neck, then down her shoulders, her back. Chloe shivered. Another came wave of wetness came down. Then she felt it. A huge glob, twice the size of her head, slid into her head, momentarily blocking off her air. And it was some combination of the drowning and the disgust and the frustration and the realization that she was literally trapped in an armpit, swimming in another human’s sweat that drove Chloe a bit past the point of reasoning. She broke into a frenzy, squirming and moving to the degree that her fleshy prison let her as the tiny young woman struggled to hold onto her breath.

Jessica was currently deep into her yearly rewatch of Evangelion when she felt an itching sensation against her lower arm. There was something there, maybe. Possibly corn flakes that fell down there during designated eating time. She didn’t really wanna take the time out to go fish through her shirt to find out whatever it was, in any case. Today was her lazy day. No bra, no class, and no fucking strenuous exercise. There were a lot of things on Jessica’s mind, like kittens and snowmen and giant robots, but a living person trying and failing to beat against her skin wasn’t exactly one of those things. Instead, she pulled her blanket a tiny bit more inward, turning just a bit more to a perfect 90 degree angle to the ground/couch.

She didn’t realize it, but that slight moment Chloe’s luck began to change. The pull of gravity slightly tweaked, the glob of sweat that had been tightly around Chloe’s head earlier was now drawing away, rolling down the Jessica’s side harmlessly. But Chloe wasn’t done. She continued to beat senselessly against both of the walls of her prison cell, dark and panicked and very much done with this entire gag routine. She just wanted to be out, whether it meant she got teased for being accidentally shrunk again (why was it always shrinking around Jess?) or even getting into deeper shit. Her hair was slick with some of the most disgusting fluids she had ever had to acknowledge. She smelled like Jessica all over, which was as horrifying as it was exciting in the most uncomfortable of ways.
She could feel the pull of gravity stronger now. For Chloe, “down” was now not either one flesh floor or another but quite possibly actual escape, at least onto the floor of Jessica’s shirt, which would be Valhalla compared against her current luck. She just needed a little bit of luck in order to squeeze out of here. She moved once, twice, three times, feeling herself get a bit unstuck every swing. Four, five, she knew she’d be free soon. Six, seven, and Chloe just realized that she wasn’t actually getting anywhere, but was somehow getting unstuck. Which would mean one of two things: either Jessica was adjusting her position, or…

She didn’t get to finish that last thought as a familiar but terrifying sensation of vertigo overtook her.

Jessica adjusted her shirt a bit. Whatever bit of cornflake there was beforehand was gone now. She was getting a bit bored of this. Jessica wanted a bit of coffee. She stretched out a bit, first her upper body, her arms, then her torso, hips, and finally a quick wiggle of the legs got her back to her senses. She was probably going to have to grab food soon, but right now she just wanted to bask in how nice the whole setup was. She adjusted her shirt a slight bit, more than a healthy bit of cleavage showing. It always felt nice to look nice around the house.

Chloe blinked a few times before getting her bearings. She had never gone through this twice in a row before. Usually Jessica would stop, realize her mistake, and undo whatever magic that had somehow leaked from her nuclear wasteplant of a roommate/best friend/girlfriend. She blinked a few more times, to make sure that this was all really happening. She closed her eyes, shut them tightly, then plugged in her ears, returning to the fetal position. If what she thought had happened had happened, she really didn’t want to see nor hear what happened next.

So instead Chloe felt it. A thunderquake, a vibration strong enough to break the heavens in two, stormed through the ground beneath her feet, nearly pulling her face to the ground. So Chloe slowly opened her eyes. She didn’t want to raise them. She could see now, see plenty of somewhat tanned somewhat reddened peachy skin at her feet. But she did, in a single motion, move her head upwards. And quickly realized that she needed to look further up. And further up. And further. And further. Until her body was almost completely horizontal from her fragile frame of reference. Chloe screamed. A huge wail of panic and dismay and despair let out from her lips that nearly blew out her vocal chords once and for all. Because up and up and up away was something that Chloe could only describe as mindmelting.

It was, of course, Jessica. But huger. Way huger. She had somehow gotten up on this stage, which she now recognized as Jessica’s exposed chest, in the mess of bings and bongs that had followed the last few seconds, giving her a full view of the worst thing that Chloe had ever seen, that Chloe could ever see. It was like looking at a mountain, but the mountain was breathing, and with every breath the air current blew even stronger than they already were. Just the distance to Jess’s neck was unthinkable, while the distance up to her head blew skyscrapers out of the water. She was just… huge, and everywhere. Wherever Chloe stood, there was Jessica. Everything she smelled was Jessica. So much of her vision was already taken up by Jessica. And, in a way, she was already poking into Chloe’s mind. She felt the winds from her humid disgusting morning breath blow her hair every which way, threatening to blow her off onto the air currents, never to be seen again. Not that it would have been that hard. Any slight move Jessica made right then would almost certainly throw her off onto the ground, or more likely into the air.

Well, almost any slight move. Jessica slightly twitched as she adjusted her shirt slightly, which to Chloe was a cataclysmic, world-ending break that made the world briefly unreadable as her dust-like body flew far off the ground, up, up, and…

Jessica stood up, moving to go grab another cup of hot chocolate.

…into the infinite black chasm of Jessica’s chest. It all happened so fast. Chloe clawed and batted at the air, but not a single movement she made could have changed the trajectory. She simply had too little mass in the material world to change a thing about her fate. It seemed to suck her in like a black hole, the pit of Jessica’s cleavage drawing her in with its size, her chest miles wide and across, until it eventually pulled her in whole, drowning the light, and Chloe’s world, back into the familiar warm, soft, moistness, this time that much more all-encompassing. And that was how Chloe spent her Saturday morning, tired, exhausted, and broken down, hopelessly lost as a fleck of dust trapped deep within her best friend and lover’s breasts. At least she got to stay close to Jessica.