You sit solemnly as the car cruises down the open road, your mom humming to the tune of the song on the XM Radio. All is peaceful before a sudden noise, followed by a brief moment of chaos erupts in the vehicle, your world turning to slow motion as you deduct a crash. You are thrown from your place on the dash as a window shatters, the gust of air swallowing you outside onto the pavement. You look inside the massive SUV to see your mother, knocked out against the steering wheel.

In a haze, you look forward to see a small sedan, with a familiar Asian girl, Kara, from your English class emerging from the vehicle. She makes her way to see your unconscious mother, booming her sandals dangerously close to your tiny body. Freaking out, she looks around for potential evidence of her involvement. That was when she locked eyes with you.

She bent over and plucked you off the ground, looking you in the eyes, saying "Sorry bud, but I can't afford another court date, my parents would kill me!" She pulled back her T-Shirt and dropped you into her cleavage, before the darkness of the cloth consumed you. You rested in between the jiggly pale flesh mounds, scared for your life as the woman jogged back to her sedan. The car accelerated, as you could tell by the sound of tires screeching.

The car ride was one of panic, your blood rushing with adrenaline as the thumping heartbeat of the Asian girl helped this uptempo tone of the situation. The car keeps driving fast, as the woman comes upon a small bump, and soon the car parked, presumably in her driveway. The woman got out, and walked inside the home, before walking upstairs, yelling something unintelligible into the other room. When she stops walking, she lies down on her bed, before plucking you from her shirt, examining you for a moment before placing you on her bare stomach, which was revealed from her shirt being slightly pulled up.

You look up at the titaness as the stomach muscles contracted underneath you, giving you a slight uneasiness as you looked up at Kara.

"Now little guy, I didn't plan on taking you home, but the little 'incident' with your mom lead us here. Now I can't let you go, as you'd obviously tell the authorities about our little hit and run, so I think I'll make you my own personal
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June 3, 2023
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