author: UnderHerToes
It is the voluptuos, voluminous Bria that extends a hand for the exposed Rick. Her palm presses gently against his minute mass, as fingers wrap around, pushing him against her thumb and rolling him into warm grasp. She sweeps him off his feet, carrying him to make her acquaintance more personally under her enormous eyes made larger by her immeasureable awe.
Bria's round cheeks raise ever higher as she unveils the man in her palm, a smile spreading wide across her face, the lips of which Rick may or may not have kissed before. "He is so adorable!" She cries with glee. "Mary, you have to tell me how you did this! I would just love my boyfriend Justin to death if he was like this." She squeezes Rick against the upper land of her bosom so suddenly, Rick is nearly blown off her hand from the rush of air.
Mary, indifferently, replies, "I have no idea," she picks at the remains of her food. "His girl, that, that Rebecca, she came in and threw him at me like I wanted him so badly. She's nuts."
Mary looks up to find the shock on Bria's face which Bria accompanies with the question. "Rebecca, the cheerleader?" Mary nods and Bria carries on, "Well, you are definitely right. She has to be nuts to let go of such a cute little guy like this." She shakes Rick side to side at eye level, observing his fright as delectable distraction. "Ya know, Mary," Bria hints, "if you really don't want him..."
Mary finishes the sentence, "Take him. I don't want the runt."
Bria delights, "Oh, thank you so much Mary!" She leans over her tray, to give Mary a hug, Rick nearly falling onto a full plate of spaghetti in the process. Rick catches eyeful of the perilous fall below, and falls back onto the bed of palm at his back.
As Bria relaxes in her seat, Nina finally speaks out meekly, "We can share Rick, right Bria?" And Bria in her ecstacy agrees with a nod, and a smile, and a shallowly received hug from the timid Nina.
Bria sets the toy sized Rick on her plate, offering him a small bite of her food, which he accepts in hunger but regrets in mind of being fed from another's hand. The meal carries on as normally as it could in such situation until Mary raises the question, "So which one of you gets the runt first?"
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