Dahlia's words are cut off as the rest of the family arrives, the Southern giants once again crowding your world as they sit at the table and tuck in to their breakfast. You are once again horrified by their appetites, by how much food each can cram into their massive mouths. Also, you feel your own hunger.
Dahlia coughs gently, and you turn to find her extending a pinkie finger to you. She has dipped the tip of it into her eggs, and profers it to you. Great; not only is she obsessed with you, but she's perfectly prepared to feed you like a pet. You're not a full person to her. Still, you approach, and scoop some of the mass into your own mouth. There's more on the tip of this girl's smallest finger than you could eat in a week, and you've barely scraped the surface before you're full. As you step back, you watch your little nurse giggle before popping the finger into her mouth to suck it clean in a second.
"Ma, can we feed 'im too?" Tyler (or possibly Durden) says. You shudder, but George's strident tone drowns out the kid: "No. Dahlia's the one lookin' after 'im, so don't the two a' ya git in her way, unnerstand?"
"Yessir," the twins chorus, while Dahlia smiles and winks at you.
"So," the girl says, dragging her fork through the ravaged remains of her meal, "Ah was thinkin' that me an him - the li'l guy, ah mean - could go off to the movies t'day, if'n that's alright with y'all?"
"Dahlia - darlin' - I don't think that's right," George begins, but then Mabel lays her huge hands on his shoulders. She begins to massage him, her motions immensely seductive, as much as you know that the merest motion of that grip would annihilate you!
"Now, now, poppa bear," she coos into her husband's ear, "afore we get ' makin' money off the li'l guy, Dahlia pro'ly needs ta bond with him. Let 'em bond, while they're gone we c'n have a li'l fun of our own..."
And so the patriarch nods his assent, and his daughter squees with delight. Before you can react, her hand has scooped you up in its irresistable embrace. You cling tight to the dominating digits as you are brought once more to her face, rubbed against her vast cheek. There's not quite enough force to hurt you, but the pressue certainly makes that possibility float in your mind!
At that point, things are pretty much decided. You have no say in the matter, and barely have any sensations beyond Dahlia's grasp for the near future. The girl holds you tight, unwilling to give you even the chance to scamper away from her: does she like the feel of you in her hand, or does some part of her recognise that you may want to escape?
Her hand does open eventually, and you see her smirking down at you. "Ah've snuck inta plenty a' movies unnerage afore, but Ah ain't never tried ta smuggle a whole extra person in fer free!" She blows you a kiss before her palm funnels, and you are shuttled down a slope into the darkness of her handbag.
At three-quarters of an inch tall, everything inside the bag is a monstrous mystery to you, and lacking light you spend most of your imprisonment simply trying to figure out what these items are. That, and struggling to keep your feet with Dahlia striding along, the bag carelessly slapping against her side with every step. Her phone is here, and you soon give up any hope of activating it to call for help, lacking the strength to apply enough pressure. A water bottle sloshes back and forth, the main sound in this darkness beside the resounding CRASH of Dahlia's hip against the outer surface. The smell of cheese points to some loose crisps that must have dropped out of a packet in the past. The crumbs are probably too small for a regular person to have noticed, but you seize upon them immediately, feasting on the stale flavourings. You have to grab every chance you can!
Given more time, and not expecting a giant to find you, you'd love to spend more time looting and scavenging here, but you'll settle for just living through this right now!
A sudden unsettling as the bag swings forward at a greater rate than before, its arc not halting against a human body! You stumble and grasp onto the side of the phone, but then a great rumble presages the bottle shaking loose from its place, rolling toward your position! The simple item will crush you with its weight, and there's nothing you can do!
Light from above, and then the hand of a god halts the rolling obliterator. Great fingers stop its progress as they grip it tight, and then Dahlia's second hand picks you up just as easily. It's not much brighter outside the bag as you sit in the hand of a girl in a darkened cinema room. You can hear the monstrous booming of the trailers, feel the clammy warmth of gathered giants out in the darkness. But Dahlia dominates all, looking down at you with her biggest grin yet.
"That weren't so hard. Hope ya like scary movies! If'n ya do get spooked, just hug me tight. An' we are in the back row, so if'n ya wanna try kissin' ma neck, Ah won't be offended!"
She giggles and places you on her chest. She is wearing a t-shirt - black, of course - with a plunging neckline, leaving you on an expanse of skin just above her heart. Pumping blood and rising breaths define your world, and it is possible for you to look upward at the screen. You cannot take in the whole image at once.
Now may be your chance to get away, while she's distracted, although she may feel your movement across her skin. Perhaps, if you played up her desires a little - climbed up to that towering neck, maybe - you could trick her long enough to evade her?
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