Your immediate surroundings are quickly covered by a shadow and you fear the worst. Either of these girls has a huge ass that will likely not just take up the whole chair, but it will likely also spill over to the sides, which means there's no room for you to hide. You keep on running, for the adrenaline pumping throughout your body compels you to do so, although you're surprised that the shadow isn't darkening, and you don't feel like anything is moving above you. You keep running, you can't risk wasting even a single millisecond on the off chance that you can somehow get away from getting crushed by an unfathomably large butt.
After what felt like minutes, or miles in your scale, the adrenaline levels in your blood drop, and soon you stop, falling to your knees out of sheer exhaustion. The shadow hasn't changed, and out of a morbid sense of curiosity, you struggle to stand up and turn around. Instead of a gigantic ass hovering over you, Lillian is standing in front of your chair with her arms crossed. Her face is miles above in the sky, and yet, you feel your eyes lock with yours, and soon her jaw drops
'Did... did she really see me?!' you think to yourself, but you're not sure if these are good or bad news, although, at least it means you got spared from getting crushed into oblivion by the biggest, fattest and heaviest ass you knew. She gives you a smile, but that doesn't do anything to make you feel better, it's the kind of smile she gives whenever she's gonna tease the ever living hell out of you, and you fear what she might be up to with you at your current size. She turns to look at Jen, who's staring at the sea and sipping her drink, probably thinking about what to do first, and Lillian looks back at you.
Almost as if she read your mind, she gestures at you to be quiet and with a silent giggle, she carefully picks you up with two fingers, which look like skyscrapers to you, which means you're probably around the size you thought, less than half of an inch, as small as an ant, if not even smaller. She then lifts you up to her eye level and stares at you intently, her emerald eyes, magnified thousands of times over, have a piercing beauty you feel you overlooked far too many times, but right now, you fear whatever thought lies behind those eyes, for they're probably nothing good for you by her smug, mischievous, and at the same time amazed look. She looked like a kid that found her Christmas present early.
You saw her pupils widen as she examined you, and, as counter-productive as it might be, you decided to try and wave to prove that you were alive, in case she thought you were some kind of toy and got some other 'funny' ideas. She stared marveled at you, and it seems like she was able to not just make out your general look, but she looked into your eyes, and stared at your body, she watched you breathe and you feel you saw some kind of thing awaken in her, but you couldn't tell if it was some sort of sinister hunger, or if her playfulness was reaching levels far beyond what you knew, and worst of all, you had no idea which would be the worse option. You can almost see the wheels turning in her head as she ponders what to do with you, with the idea of "helping you" probably buried deep at the bottom of her list of options, if not downright discarded.
Right now, you're at her complete mercy, and you hope that the judgement she passes onto you is good, or, not as painful as you think...
After what felt like minutes, or miles in your scale, the adrenaline levels in your blood drop, and soon you stop, falling to your knees out of sheer exhaustion. The shadow hasn't changed, and out of a morbid sense of curiosity, you struggle to stand up and turn around. Instead of a gigantic ass hovering over you, Lillian is standing in front of your chair with her arms crossed. Her face is miles above in the sky, and yet, you feel your eyes lock with yours, and soon her jaw drops
'Did... did she really see me?!' you think to yourself, but you're not sure if these are good or bad news, although, at least it means you got spared from getting crushed into oblivion by the biggest, fattest and heaviest ass you knew. She gives you a smile, but that doesn't do anything to make you feel better, it's the kind of smile she gives whenever she's gonna tease the ever living hell out of you, and you fear what she might be up to with you at your current size. She turns to look at Jen, who's staring at the sea and sipping her drink, probably thinking about what to do first, and Lillian looks back at you.
Almost as if she read your mind, she gestures at you to be quiet and with a silent giggle, she carefully picks you up with two fingers, which look like skyscrapers to you, which means you're probably around the size you thought, less than half of an inch, as small as an ant, if not even smaller. She then lifts you up to her eye level and stares at you intently, her emerald eyes, magnified thousands of times over, have a piercing beauty you feel you overlooked far too many times, but right now, you fear whatever thought lies behind those eyes, for they're probably nothing good for you by her smug, mischievous, and at the same time amazed look. She looked like a kid that found her Christmas present early.
You saw her pupils widen as she examined you, and, as counter-productive as it might be, you decided to try and wave to prove that you were alive, in case she thought you were some kind of toy and got some other 'funny' ideas. She stared marveled at you, and it seems like she was able to not just make out your general look, but she looked into your eyes, and stared at your body, she watched you breathe and you feel you saw some kind of thing awaken in her, but you couldn't tell if it was some sort of sinister hunger, or if her playfulness was reaching levels far beyond what you knew, and worst of all, you had no idea which would be the worse option. You can almost see the wheels turning in her head as she ponders what to do with you, with the idea of "helping you" probably buried deep at the bottom of her list of options, if not downright discarded.
Right now, you're at her complete mercy, and you hope that the judgement she passes onto you is good, or, not as painful as you think...
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May 12, 2023
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