The ground vibrated. Three chattering girls came from the end of the hallway, chattering and walking abreast. They filled the width of the hallway. The one on the left wore a pale blue dress, a pair of sandals, and had her curly copper hair cut to her neck, framing her porcelain face. She seemed like the quiet member of the group, content to listen to the other two girls' gossip, speaking only occasionally. Then there was the busty one in the middle. She wore round glasses, a puffy black jacket, a plain shirt, a pair of jeans to show off her curvy body and thick thighs, and black leather boots. The rightmost girl wore simple grey workout clothes, her slate grey sports bra and pants emphasising her great figure and round butt. She also wore running shoes and had her hair cut short. The girls came nearer and nearer, talking excitedly. Once they were close enough, the centre girl knelt in front of Blake, while the two moved around Blake to see what caused her to stop. "Wow, look at this!" She grabbed Blake and whisked him through the air. She held Blake in her palm for her friends to see. "Is that a ... guy?"
"Looks like it," said the one in gym clothes.
"I wonder where he came from," in a lilting voice, from the girl on the left.
"Well, guess you're coming home with us, little guy," the last girl said sweetly, before she shoved Blake into her jeans pocket, scraping him against the rough denim as she did so. Blake was at once excited and scared. There was nothing to do in the dark space, and it was too tight to even move, so Blake could only stay upright and hope for the best. Blake was patted a few times. 
Eventually, Blake was snatched roughly from the pocket. Blake quickly checked his surroundings. He was raised above a small coffee table, in a room with a single bed, watching three girls reclining on chairs seated around the table. Blake surmised that two of the other girls met regularly in the third's dorm room. "Hello, little guy!" the girl cooed. She tossed Blake up in the air. It was just a little bit, but Blake's stomach flipped. She then tipped her hand over, letting Blake fall, then caught him with her other hand. Blake felt disoriented as he rolled from one surface to the next in an endless cycle. "Hey, don't hog the little guy, toss him here, Casey," whined a small voice.
"Sure," answered Casey. Blake flew through the air at horrifying speed, until he was abruptly stopped by another girl's hand. He looked up, and the blue-dress girl looked back at him. "Wow, how cute!" She examined him gently, prodding him here and there with the curiosity of a small child. "OK Sylvia, my turn," barked the final girl, the gym rat. Without waiting for Sylvia to pass Blake gently, she grabbed him. Sylvia yelped in shock. "Hey, that's rude, Chloe!" Chloe didn't reply, she just squeezed Blake painfully. "I wonder how you taste," she growled, then before anyone could react, she opened her mouth hungrily. Chloe stuck Blake into her mouth, forcing him into the hot, humid, dark area. She then licked Blake, more than that, pushed her tongue onto Blake and moved it around. Blake tried moving around to avoid the tongue, but it was no use. Blake was continually slathered with wet, warm saliva and scraped with a rough, abrasive tongue. He was dripping with spit from the waist up, and his lower body was pinned. "Eww, stop it!" cried Sylvia, and Blake was pulled back out of her mouth, the fluorescent light blinding him. Blake was placed gently on the table, dripping with saliva, looking up at 3 giantesses gazing down at him with curious looks in their eyes. Sylvia picked Blake up gently and, with her other hand, grabbed some tissue paper from a box on the table. She apologised for Chloe's brash behaviour while she wiped him off delicately, saying that "she gets like that sometimes." 
"Anyway, it's time we hit the sack. It's pretty late, and we all have early lectures tomorrow," pronounced Casey. With that, she swept Blake off the table, maneuvering her hand such that Blake could rest on her palm.
"Hey! Why do you get the tiny?" shouted Chloe.
"Yeah, it really is unfair." This from Sylvia.
"OK, OK, we'll put it down to a vote." Casey set Blake back down on the table. She leaned close, and whispered, "Who do you choose to spend tonight with, little guy?"
"Pick me!" shrieked Chloe.
"Pick me!" pleaded Sylvia.
Suddenly, all three girls had leaned in to Blake so close that their heads touched, eager for him to designate them as his evening companion. Blake chose