Ana had sat on you enough times to know what to look for. She pulled out where her panties had created a bit of a wedgie and felt around the middle of her cheeks for her small, malleable friend. "Ah, there you are", she said to herself as she dug her nails into your outline, slowly peeling your pancaked form off of her violet-colored panties. "Oh god, Jill, I'm so sorry!", Ana said, blushing heavily as she set you down. "I-I should have been paying attention. I'm such a-"
"Jeez, relax", you said as you quickly started to reform. Because your body was much smaller than your dad's, it took a shorter amount of time for you to regain your shape as long as your body hadn't gone through too much punishment. "It's not like you meant to turn me into a butt-sticker. Besides, I'm just fine now", you said as you had now completely reformed. "Now let's go eat", you said as you jumped onto Ana and climbed onto her shoulder.
"Oh. S-sure", she whispered as she walked to the dining room. You always thought that Ana was a little weird. She was so shy, you remember her being almost completely unable to communicate unless either you or her sister were with her when you were kids. She once caught Patricia eating you and couldn't speak up until Kat walked into the room. You've been helping her with her social awkwardness, but you still thought she had a little ways to go. Once she brought you to the table, she set you down on a pile of paper towels and in front of her own plate.
"There you girls are", Stacy said as she brought out a pitcher of tea. "Got lost on the way over here, huh?"
"No. There was an, um, accident..." Ana said quietly.
"She didn't look before she sat down and I got turned into a butt pancake", you spoke up as you grabbed a spoonful of yams and began chowing down. You didn't need to eat much. Just a handful of food was enough to fill you up, but you could still eat a lot more if you wanted to. You'd just end up getting rather pudgy later on.
This made the rest of the girls laugh, while Ana simply blushed heavily. "Hah, reminds me of your dad's little misadventures, right Emma?", Stacy said as Emma sat down.
"Oh god", Ana's mother said. "I'm surprised your grandmother still allowed the little guy to come near us with all the crap he got put through", Emma said, making Ana feel a bit better about accidentally squishing you earlier.
Eventually, the conversation went to some of their memories of your mom and dad, and eventually made their way to you and later your problems with your sister.
"So, why do you think she's so mean to me?", you asked as Ana wiped your mouth off.
"Hmm. It's tough to say. Your uncle wasn't very nice to your dad when they were kids, either", Stacy said.
"Maybe she thinks you're your dad's favorite", Kat said. "I mean, your way smarter than her, and your designs are already pretty popular", your friend said, snapping her sports bra inside of her shirt, both of them being a couple of your designs.
"Whatever the case is, I'm sure she'll grow out of it, just like your uncle", Emma said, reaching over and tousling your hair. "Besides, I wouldn't worry too much. You're tough, just like your dad", she said, making you blush a little.
"Um, mom", Ana said. "C-could I go speak to Jill for a moment?", she asked, trailing off into a whisper.
"What's that, honey?", Stacy asked.
"Come on, speak up, sis", Kat said.
"C-could I go speak to Jill for a moment?", Ana shyly asked.
"Uh, sure", Emma said. "But hurry back before your food gets cold."
Ana nodded before grabbing you and taking off into the living room. "Hey, what gives?", you asked your friend. "Is it important?"
"W-well, s-sorta. I mean... it's kinda..." She blushed heavily as she fumbled over her words. You had known her practically your entire life, but you had never seen her act like this. To be honest, you were a bit worried.
"Come on, Ana, spit it out!", you cried up to your giant (to you, anyway) friend.
"I was wondering if... well..."