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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Adult · #2205024
A brilliant, one-inch tall guy starts a private tutor business. Maybe not his best idea.
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Chapter #6

Bounce Off

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Giving her mother a wary smile, Stacy grabbed tentatively grabbed the flyer from her and read it over. “A…bounce off competition? What does that even mean?”

Shannon giggled like a school girl, her pearly white teeth continuing to chomp your hapless body into gooey mush. “Really Stacy? You’ve never seen a bounce off game before! It’s that thing where, like, you partner up with somebody, and the lighter person sits on a big inflatable trampoline…thing. THEN, the heavier person leaps down onto the inflatable and launches their partner into the lake!”

Stacy paled. “Uh…and you’re sure something like this is…safe?”

“Would they be holding this competition for everyone if it wasn’t safe?” Shannon asked, raising a surprisingly good point. Unable to think of a counterargument, Stacy simply shrugged. Hopefully this would just be a fun way to pass some time, and not lead to some bad situation. Actually…as she thought about bad situations, she wondered where her tiny brother had run off to.

Turning to her mother, whose eyes were practically sparkling with giddy anticipation, Stacy frowned. “Um…mom? What did you do with Sammy? You were the one who last…”

“ATTENTION!!!” A loud voice blared from down near the water, as an attractive lifeguard shouted into a megaphone. “ANYONE INTERESTED IN THE BOUNCE OFF COMPETITION, PLEASE COME DOWN RIGHT NOW! DON’T MISS THIS CHANCE!”

Grinning happily, Shannon grabbed Stacy’s arm and ran off towards the lifeguard, practically dragging her daughter behind her. Stacy’s words caught in her throat, and she found herself unable to properly voice her concerns about her brother’s whereabouts and wellbeing.

Shannon and Stacy were the first to stand before the lifeguard, who flashed them a warm smile. Over the next ten minutes, nearly fifty different giantesses all gathered around in a big circle, all eager to see who could launch their partner the furthest and claim the special winner’s prize. An atmosphere of friendly competition had settled over Lake Crestview.

Shannon blew out the piece of “gum” in her mouth, inflating your squishy body to a painfully agonizing shape. A nonchalant smile on her face, Shannon waited a moment before sucking the gum back into her mouth, and resumed smacking the tasty treat against her teeth and tongue, counting down the minutes until the competition began. You were helpless to do anything to stop her in this state.

Stacy, out of the corner of her eye, watched her mother blow bubbles with the gum in her mouth, wondering where she had gotten a piece of gum in the first place. As she glanced closer, she could almost swore she saw the faint outline of a face on the gum whenever it was inflated, and she felt a gnawing sense of dread in her gut. She cleared her throat to speak up, but once again, the lifeguard cut her off.

“Alright ladies, time’s up for anyone to show up. Looks like you all are our contestants for the day, so I’d best get to explaining the rules, huh?” The lifeguard addressed the crowd, acting the perfect host. “So, it’s real simple. Whoever wants to be launched will, when it’s your turn, sit on the far end of the inflatable trampoline.”

As the lifeguard talked, Stacy’s full attention was on her, processing and contemplating her every word. Stacy could be competitive when it came down to, a trait she most definitely inherited from Shannon. Thoughts of her tiny brother gone from her mind, Stacy analyzed the rules and developed the best plan of action in her head.

The lifeguard gestured to a large, tube-shaped trampoline out near the middle of the lake. One end faced the deepest part of the water, while the other end had a tall ladder and a diving board attached to the top. Everyone who had gathered easily understood the rules, but the excitable lifeguard still wanted to prep everyone as a final precaution.

“Once in place, the heavier partner leaps from the diving board and sends their partner sailing into the lake. Whichever team launches their partner the furthest AND the fanciest…will win the grand prize! I’m keeping the prize a secret for now, but trust me, you ladies will really love it! Now, whose ready to begin?”

The crowd erupted into cheers, and the lifeguard waved to Stacy and Shannon. “You two lovely ladies get to go first. Your enthusiasm in being the earliest arrivers has netted you this privilege!”

Shannon squealed happily and took off into the water, swimming out into the lake to the inflatable. Stacy followed almost just as eagerly, fully enveloped in the atmosphere’s contagiously happy attitude. The mother-daughter duo reached the inflatable, and didn’t even need to say a word for Stacy to haul herself up onto the inflatable, and Shannon to start scaling the ladder.

It was obvious that Shannon would be the one to leap from the ladder, as her bountiful, supermodel curves made her a good deal heftier than her (admittedly still curvy) daughter. When Shannon reached the top, she felt the gum still in her mouth and decided to spit it out, not wanting to choke on it mid-jump. Truly, she had completely forgotten about you.

Your mother’s tongue curled around your body and thrust you out, a crumpled glob of squishy flesh falling out of her mouth and straight down. You mentally screamed, fearing you’d hit the water, sink beneath the surface, and never be seen again. However, fate had different plans for you, as your miniscule body impacted on the inflatable itself, flattening out into a sticker-like shape instantaneously upon landing.

Your face facing outward, you could only look up into the bright sky, too stuck to even think about reforming. From this vantage point, you couldn’t see your mom flash a winning smile and wave to the crowd back on shore before leaping off the diving board, curling her legs up into a cannonball position. You did, however, see the black silhouette of your mother fall from the sky, careening right towards you. Your heart skipped a beat.

Thinking her “gum” had landed in the lake and not on the inflatable, Shannon had leapt from the diving board without hesitation, her thick mass carrying her down with frightening velocity. The blonde bombshell slammed down into the inflatable with a thundering “SMACK”, the inflatable quivering and shaking. Her ass hit the inflatable like a meteor, her shapely rear end jiggling almost as much as the inflatable itself. The force of her impact transitioned through the inflatable, and over to where Stacy was waiting.

Having prepped herself perfectly, Stacy was flung into the air with her arms stretched behind her, the image of grace and beauty. At the peak of her launch, Stacy whirled in the air and performed a single somersault flip, before landing in the pool with a brilliant dive. The stunned beachgoers took a full minute to begin applauding, the lifeguard host almost speechless.

Stacy submerged from the water, blushing furiously at the cheers and claps from her fellow competitors. Shannon soaked up the praise, leaping into the water to hug her daughter. As the two soaked but thrilled giantesses paddled back to shore, the lifeguard managed to regain her composure.

“Wow…just wow! Talk about a tough act to follow!” She praised your two ecstatic family members. “I’ve never seen any jump like that! Have we already found our Bounce Off champions? We’ll have to see. Who’s going next?”

Two more ladies raised their hands and then leapt into the water, while Stacy and Shannon collapsed onto the sand, sitting down for a well-earned rest. They laughed nervously, excitement still coursing through their veins.

One question that wasn’t on their minds though was…where were you?
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