Swapping the new for the old

She looked around as if trying to decide what to do. Jordan had always told me about these trips, about how they get the first couple days to themselves to relax and then they come together to enjoy the vacation as a family. So it was safe to say unless Jordan came looking for me, who knew how long I would see her again. My thoughts were cut short as her foot lifted off the ground and stepped forward, hovering over my tiny body for a moment before come crashing down. My body was pressed into the fabric as I waited for it to pop like a grape but that moment never came, her foot lifting off me as she continued walking across the room. The clothing must of compressed enough around my body to support her weight, or something like that, I've never been good with physics. I watch as she walked about the room, the memory of her soft sole hovering over my body before pressing against me, filling my sense of smell with the fresh sweet smell of lavender body wash. Not knowing where else to go, I layed where I was at as I watched her. She walked over to her suitcase and pulled out clothes, pulling them on. She looked over in my direction and sighed, walking quickly over and scooping up the pile of dirty clothes and walked out the door. I was stuck in the middle it seemed, the mass shuddering with each foot step. "Mom, do you have any dirty clothes. All of mine were dirty when we left the house and I figured I would just wash them when I got here. " "Sure Hun, I have the beginning of a pile over there. Just add your clothes to mine and I'll start a load in a moment." Panic entered my mind, the thought of swirling around in a washer triggering my feet of drowning. I was in a sudden freefall, Jordan's sister dumping her clothes onto the ground. As everything dropped, I somehow ended on top again with a view of her mother's room. Jordans mother looked just like her, just 20 odd years older with the wider hips of a mother and maybe her breast a sagging a little bit more with age. Though, it's not like they were gross or anything, they still had some size to them, especially to me at my new size. My thoughts were interrupted as she walked over and scooped up the clothes, slingshot me up into the air. The clothes rolled towards her as she hugged them to her chest, throwing me off the clothes and into her cleavage. I was wrong about how I thought her breast were sagging as I sunk in-between the mounds. The were still firm to the touch, maybe the formation of a wrinkle her and there. With each step, I sunk lower and lower till I was completely surrounded by them as she made her way to the laundry room. Everything turned over as she leaned forward, dropping everything onto the table before she started sorting the clothes. Everything she did mad her breast wobbled, banging against my small body back and forth. Done, she collected up a pile and dropped it in the washer, adding detergent before closing the lid. Done, she walked back to her room and closed the door. "...so that'll take about an hour, might as well take a nap." I feel her crawl into bed and lay down, sitting up suddenly as light appeared overhead as she pulled off her shirt and unclasped her bra as she layed back down. Throwing the clothes onto the floor, she lifted her hips off the bed and slid her shorts and panties off, the whole while her breast rolling around in her chest keeping me from crawling away in fear I might be thrown somewhere and layed on. Clothes off, she layed down, pulling the covers up to her chin. Her breast rolled towards her side, leaving me free finally under the covers as her heart rate slowed as she fell to sleep. I wondered what I should do, my perverted mind wanting to explore her body and the other half wanting to escape to Jordan's room and beg for mercy.