R.B. Ashton
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Erin's Living Nightmare - Ch 9
🕑 Added 2025-01-13 11:00:08 +0000 UTCI wish everyone could see what a nightmare my life is…
The world went dark as Erin was hit by the weight of a falling building. Her scream was knocked out of her as the giant bum pressed her flat into the seat cushion, smothering her face and squishing her, spread out wide. She was pushed down hard but not immediately killed as she expected, the combined give of the cushion and the great pillowy mass of bum denting just enough to save her. For a moment, everything was rough cushion lining and thick denim, before the giantess lifted again, light pouring in as she shifted to get comfortable. Erin surged up, to crawl quickly towards the back, but the monstrous shape fell again. It didn’t flatten her completely this time, a little gap in the crushing ceiling of denim, and Erin flashed back on her encounter with Julia in the lift, where she’d slid into the damn woman’s crack. Her legs were pinned, but she managed to arch her back, dragging against the cushion with her elbows, and realised she had indeed made it to the centre of this woman’s behind to get just the slightest bit of space in her crack. Equal parts miracle and impossibly demeaning.
The giantess settled there, bum flattening around Erin, extra weight squeezing her legs. She wriggled with all her strength, trying to pull free, and when that failed she pushed at the surface that held her, barely able to depress the thick flesh of the woman’s bum. She shouted, “Down here! Help! You’re going to squash me!”
When there was no response, Erin felt her panic rising and shoved harder. It’d only take one wrong move, a minor adjustment, and she’d be smothered again, or crushed. She raised her voice shrilly, pushing and striking at the bum that held her.
Abruptly, the other bum cheek lifted and she saw a shape sweeping down. Fingers. The woman wasn’t moving off her, but bringing a hand down to scratch the itch! She flinched aside as the fingers poked roughly in and scratched the surface beside her, then Erin rapidly slapped at the closest one, making it stall. The giantess was frozen for a second, before the bum lifted properly and light poured back into Erin’s eyes. She was dazzled for the brief moment it took the giant woman to register her and bring the hand suddenly back down. Erin cringed, expecting to be splatted like a bug, but she was plucked up in a soft fist, and spun up rapidly through the air as the giantess reseated herself.
“Dobby?” a familiar voice said, and Erin wearily drooped over the fingers that held her. Of course. It was Chloe. The giant intern regarded her with wonder. “What are you doing under my arse? Did you…”
Erin scowled, not sure what she was possibly going to suggest but trying to convey that it was wrong.
Chloe smirked, thankfully dropping it. “Sorry, I didn’t know the seat was taken. Are you alright?”
Erin wearily shook her head. She hadn’t been alright for a while.
“No,” Chloe concluded. “I suppose not. I guess I shouldn’t have taken your desk like that. I was only trying to fit in.”
Leaning back to regard the giant face more carefully, Erin let the journey here fall away as she reconsidered the enormous young woman who now held her. Her sitting at Erin’s desk hadn’t been the problem, she remembered. There were tiny versions of her…
Chloe opened her hand, so Erin could slide back into her palm, and Erin clumsily sat up, watching her warily. Her plump lips, not far away, were big enough to receive her whole, as she had done with her clones. The mouth curled in a smile.
“Yvette let me go home early too,” the giantess said. “Seeing as you weren’t there to help me anyway.”
Erin stiffened, but it was typical, rewarding the slacker for her inability to work without guidance. “Great.”
“What’s wrong?” Chloe’s smile dropped. “Are you still angry at me? That really shook me up, you know.”
“You were eating me!” Erin cried. “Little versions of me! I don’t even know what’s going on now – but that was not okay. How could you think that’s okay? This is all so messed up.” She heaved with exhaustion, only made worse by how Chloe was watching with genuine confusion.
“They weren’t you,” the intern said. “I thought it was just a bit of fun. You know, hazing for the new girl, see if she’s brave enough to eat her mentor.”
“That’s not a thing,” Erin replied with despair. “How could that be a thing?”
Chloe frowned, having to carefully consider it, then nodded. “Right. The whole nightmare wish business. Now you mention it, I guess it’s kind of messed up. I could feel them all swimming about in my stomach for a while. And I was secretly hoping to ask you for more.”
“There aren’t any more!” Erin insisted, with no way of knowing that. “They were some sort of magical clones of me and I don’t know where they came from or what they were supposed to do, but you just bloody ate them, and –” She cut herself off, seeing her hands were shaking again, and Chloe was starting to look upset. Had no one ever told this girl off before? Erin slowed right down. “I’m under a lot of stress here. If you could just be a little bit more considerate.”
“I’m not going to eat you, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Chloe replied earnestly, chilling Erin’s blood. She hadn’t really thought that was a possibility, but now did. The intern added, “I wouldn’t be able to do the work without you.”
Erin rubbed a hand wearily over her face and groaned loudly.
“Lighten up. You know I read a bit of that diary? I do get where all this is coming from.”
Erin raised an eye warily. “You what?”
“All this,” Chloe repeated, holding up a finger and thumb about Erin’s height apart. “Being tiny, having giant coworkers. Seeing yourself getting eaten. Insecurities, just like I said. I think you might be depressed. Maybe you just need to believe in yourself more.”
“That’s what you think.”
“Or at least you should stop caring what other people think.”
“Kind of hard when I’ve got Janet and her cronies blocking my path every day,” Erin growled. “Tossing work on my desk. Complaining to Yvette over work they should’ve done.”
“Yeah, alright, it’s not fair,” Chloe said, though with that usual roll of her eyes that showed she wasn’t entirely engaged. “But what else are you gonna do about it?”
“Wish for the power to shrink them,” Erin answered bitterly, not expecting it herself. She considered those words again as Chloe stared at her. Maybe there was something in that.
“Nah,” Chloe said, though. “That’d be crazy. You can’t make more wishes, Erin, for crying out loud. If anything, you need someone else to make a wish, then the bad stuff will happen to them instead.”
Erin paused. “You think that would work?”
Chloe shrugged, which almost knocked Erin over in her palm. “Who knows. Most people would know better than to trust a genie, so I don’t know how you’d convince anyone. I’m not doing it for you. Unless… Do you think maybe because this is all your mess, if someone else made a wish it might still backfire for you and not them?”
“God, I hope not,” Erin sighed. “What I really need to do is get back to Radik. The woman who started all this. I need to get more answers from her.”
“Oh, fun!” Chloe beamed. “Where is she? I can take you.”
“You’re not filming me again.”
Chloe looked serious. “I didn’t say I would. That was just for a laugh, jeez. I want to help you, see what all this about. Not everyone’s out to get you, Erin.”
So said the woman who had literally eaten smaller versions of her alive. Erin didn’t bother pointing that out, instead considering maybe she could use this giant girl’s help. At the least, it might keep her relatively safe from strangers like those awful youths. But back to her question, she considered Radik and that strange bridge, and found herself unsure of exactly where it was. She also sensed, though, that it didn’t matter. If she wanted to go there, they’d find it. She said, “If you really want to help, I’ll tell you where to get off the bus. We need to go under a bridge.”
“Okay.”
That would do for now, Erin thought, with a little relief. She slumped back in Chloe’s warm palm, taking stock once more of her injured body. Nothing serious, but everything aching. Seeing she was done, Chloe lowered her hand to her lap and let Erin gently lie there for a bit, as she took her phone out with her other hand. Erin eyed it suspiciously, to make sure the camera wasn’t pointed her way, but Chloe appeared to just be typing away, scrolling again.
“You’re famous, you know that?” Chloe said after a minute.
“Not in a good way,” Erin replied.
The intern considered this, then nodded, agreeing. The world had seen she was a pathetic little thing, and instead of wanting to help, the world had laughed. Erin would’ve laughed herself, it was so absurd. She didn’t have the energy, though. She lay back in Chloe’s hand and closed her eyes, wanting to be big again, but for once appreciating this wasn’t all bad. The young woman’s palm was both solid and pleasantly cushioned by flesh, a comfortable place to rest, made more soothing by the reassuring throb of Chloe’s pulse under her. She was free from work for now, despite Yvette’s ridiculous expectations for whenever she came back, and seeing as she physically couldn’t fend for herself, she might as well enjoy the prospect of having someone else take care of her. Only…
Erin sat up with concern, and Chloe looked down.
“Do you really want to help me?” Erin asked.
“Of course,” the intern said, though with half a shrug to suggest as long as it didn’t put her out too much.
“You’re not just making fun? Waiting to video something else? Hoping for another chance to eat more little mes?”
“No, Erin. I think you need some help. Maybe I’m just kind like that?”
“In that case…” Erin bit her lip, not liking the idea that was forming. “You might be in danger. People who get close to me are getting hurt by this thing. It’s all part of the process, I think. You need to stay away from Janet, and, I don’t know…” Xavier came to mind, shooting up her nose. You need to stay away from me. She said, “Watch your back.”
Chloe only smiled, though, unbothered, and Erin had a terrible sinking feeling that this was not going to end well.
