"And since the airline is unwilling to compromise on this issue, we need to get you both processed first. You may not end up on the same flight as us, but you should reach the same destination as us."
"Wait, wait, wait," you said nervously. "I've never heard of a Tiny Hold before."
Steph's face remained stoic but you could tell she was suppressing annoyance.
"It's standard in many countries," she said. "It's similar to Tiny Economy Class, except the container tinies are stored in isn't placed up with normal passengers, but instead set in a secure compartment. As there's no more room in the Tiny Hold of the plane your family will be boarding, we have no choice but to place you on another. Your flight will likely be longer, but you'll both be retrieved from the airport and taken to the hotel when you land."
Though Steph presented it in a manner of fact way, something about traveling that way still didn't feel safe.
"This is just so sudden. I'm not sure--"
"Your options at this point are either travel to Japan via the Tiny Hold or stay home. I assure you that tens of thousands of tinies travel in these holds everyday and reach their ultimate destinations without incident."
"Come on, Matt, you heard the lady, the Tiny Hold's fine," Piper called from Jenna's shoulder. "You're gonna make everyone miss our flight. Just suck it up and quit being such a baby!"
Jenna giggled and even Mari was unable to completely stifle a laugh. You blushed furiously and said, "Fine."
"Good," Steph said. "You get that, Izzy?"
"Way ahead of you, boss," Izzy said, lowering her phone.
You blinked. Had she been... recording your consent? You opened your mouth to ask questions but before you could, Steph grabbed you and Piper.
"Now let's get you both processed," she said as she approached a nearby airline employee.
*****
Your luggage was taken first. Then all your personal belongings save the clothes off your back. All of them were stored in a plastic case with countless other doll-size possessions. Then you and Piper were subjected to a series of unnecessarily invasive tests and security screenings before being deposited into the container that would be holding you throughout the flight.
When you'd heard the term "Tiny Hold", the first thing that came to mind was you and Piper being stuffed in a box with a bunch of other affected, packed in tightly like sardines. When Steph had told you the container you'd be held in was more like Tiny Economy Class, your expectations had shifted accordingly. Upon seeing it, however, you realized your initial assumption had been spot-on.
The transparent container you and Piper were brought to was little bigger than a plastic case where unaffected stored pills they had to take throughout the week. A grid of walls separated you from other passengers, each square "cubicle" holding multiple affected uncomfortably squeezed together. You and Piper were stuffed into one such cubicle, but due to her bigger size, you ended up crushed up against the wall by her bulk, and not even the one wall with two pinprick air holes poked into it. Things grew considerably worse when the lid was snapped on, causing Piper to duck down to avoid hitting her head.
Once the lid was fastened securely on and locked, a second plastic container was put on top of yours as new affected were processed. Once that one was filled up, three more containers of tinies were loaded before you were finally transported through the airport and out onto the runway where your plane was waiting. Your container was passed from employee to employee until you finally were put into the Tiny Hold, a hatch roughly the shape, and depth of a laptop computer.
No sooner were all five containers of affected loaded up than the hatch to the Tiny Hold was shut and locked, leaving you and your fellow passengers in darkness, hearing the loud thud of suitcases and other pieces of luggage being piled on top of you.
It was a situation miserable enough on its own, but it was made all the more insufferable by your cellmate, who'd you'd been bickering with ever since your container was first shut.
"Geez, would it kill ya to be a gentleman and make some room, Mite?" Piper complained loudly.
"Stop calling me that!" you snapped, fuming at the hated nickname bestowed upon you by your old bully, Penelope. "And you don't get to make demands, you're the one who got us into this mess!"
"You heard the lady, it was either this or stay home! Honestly, I wish you would've stayed home so at least I could have more leg room."
"You're complaining about lack of leg room? You're practically crushing me here!"
"Oh please," Piper rolled her eyes. "As if that's a new experience for you."
"Hey, you're the one who told me to suck it up and quit being such a baby. Maybe you should take your own advice?"
Though you couldn't see it from your position crushed behind her, Piper gritted her teeth in annoyance. She was mad enough at being separated from her darling Jenna for a 14 plus hour flight, but being stuffed in a cell with a twerp who wouldn't stop whining was seriously getting on her last nerve.
"Watch your tone, Mite," Piper growled.
"Make some damn room and get your fat ass out of my face, Babbling Brooks!"
You knew it was one of the many horrible nicknames Piper's hated brother Doug had given her, but you hadn't expected the aura of unmitigated rage to come over Piper like it did now. She turned around, towering over you even with her head and neck at an angle as they brushed the ceiling, her mint green eyes glowering in hate. You swallowed nervously, realizing you'd pushed her too far.
"I'm sorry--" you said, but it was too late.
Piper seized your face between her massive hands and kept squeezing until your head was crushed flat. Next, she began folding your limbs back then compacting your torso into a ball the size of an affected man. Then, she wrapped your flattened face around your back and over your torso. Finally, she smeared away your mouth, leaving only your eyes and nose visible as she dropped you to the ground.
"Alright, Matty," Piper said in a faux cheery voice that couldn't hide her palpable anger. "I've decided to meet you halfway. As you can see, I've made some room. But as for getting my fat ass out of your face?" she said, turning around to show off her bubble butt that was bigger than your head, slapping it so it jiggled. "No can do, Mite. So just sit back and enjoy the flight, cause I know I will."
You tried to protest but without a mouth, all your could do was blink a plea for mercy. One which went unheeded as Piper fell back and plopped her ass onto your face like you were a beanbag chair. Not satisfied with your initial shape as a cushion, Piper got up slightly and slammed her butt down on top of you several more times, then ground her cheeks against your eyes and nose until your face finally formed into a perfect imprint of her butt.
Annoying little shit, she thought. Can't believe someone as perfect as Jenna has to deal with a brother as scummy as him. I should've done her a favor and stuffed him into some random lady's luggage. With luck the little twerp would spend the rest of his life in the Himalayas.
Piper smiled at the thought but slowly frowned. Much as it was nice to fantasize about, Piper knew she could never actually do it. Not because she cared about Matt, god no! But because she knew Jenna did. The two had been together long enough for Piper to know her better than Jenna knew herself. Much as Jenna loved abusing her bullying big brother, Piper noticed the lengths her girlfriend went to in order to make sure he never came to any permanent harm, as well as the obvious fear Jenna expressed when it looked like he might be gone for good. Piper didn't know why Jenna cared about someone who'd caused her so much pain. She knew if Doug disappeared without a trace, she'd party for a week straight. Maybe it was some kind of Stockholm syndrome holding Jenna back, but one thing was clear. Jenna would be heartbroken if anything happened to her brother, and Piper couldn't let her love experience such pain.
So Piper would have to content herself with pranking the jerk every chance she got without ever actually dealing with him permanently... unless he ever did anything to truly hurt Jenna himself, in which case no god could possibly save him from Piper's wrath.
But, no use dwelling on hypotheticals. If she was going to be stuck here for 14 hours, she may as well try to get some sleep. With any luck, she'd dream of Jenna.
*****
The flight seemed to last forever, pinned as you were beneath Piper's restless sleeping form. Your own attempts at slumber had been constantly interrupted as Piper tossed and turned on top of you trying to get comfortable, meaning you were subjected to a steady rotation of her butt, breasts and feet in your face.
Eventually the plane landed and you heard airport personnel working above you. Piper woke up with a lazy yawn minutes before a woman opened the hatch of the Tiny Hold to take the containers out. As you were carried outside, you gave thanks that this awful flight was over.
Then you took sight of your surroundings and panicked.
This wasn't Japan!
They must've put you on the wrong flight!
But where were you?
1) Brazil. Most tinies are licensed in this country, and the average unaffected sees tinies as pets that they show affection for by squishing. At least Mari's extended family is in the area. You'd just need to get in contact with them.
2) France. Most tinies are licensed in this country, and the average unaffected sees tinies as products and property to be used. It's a dangerous place to be and you don't know anyone.
3) Russia. All tinies are licensed in this country, but the average unaffected doesn't own a tiny. Only a small portion of the civilian unaffected population owns a tiny or two, while the government controls the rest.
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