This choice: Go to the Arcade, Despite Your Concerns • Go Back...Chapter #5Go to the Arcade, Despite Your Concerns by: Alistair   Pushing down whatever lingering fears were still in your mind, you decided to go to the arcade, your laundry could wait.
The walk to reach the arcade was relatively short, it was near the entrance to the apartment complex which was only just down the hallway from your apartment.
You were also pleasantly surprised that you managed to get there with relatively little incidents. The only thing that happened was one of the neighbours you were already familiar with, Chloe Kim, stepped a little too close to the tiny designated walkway near the wall, the impact of her massive foot throwing you off of your feet, soaring a few inches away from her, before she continued on to wherever she was going without an apology or even a glance downwards.
Dusting yourself off and continuing onwards, you soon reached the arcade.
It was a relatively small room, containing around 6 game cabinets, a couple of grab machines and an air hockey table. A tiny designated walkway was painted onto the tiled floor wait glow in the dark paint, to stand out in the dimly lit room, which hugged the wall, passing behind several of the machines. The walkway led to a tiny sized staircase, which led up to the tiny section of the arcade.
The “normal” arcade was currently empty.
“So much for meeting new people,” you sighed. “But, I have come all this way, so I may as well play a few games while I’m here.”
You made your way along the designated walkway for tinies, deciding that even though there were no normal sized women in the arcade just now, that could all change, and you’d rather not be in the middle of the floor if anyone came stomping across it.
Making your way around the back of one of the more popular racing games, you noted that it was pretty dusty, clearly the back of the machines didn’t get cleaned too often. Halfway along the back of the machine you arrived at the daunting sight of the staircase that would bring you up to the top of the counter tiny section rested on. Upward movement through normal sized spaces meant a lot of stairs, and this was no exception.
As you began your ascent you cursed your landlady for not installing a less gruelling method of getting up here, like an elevator or something like that.
After a 20 minute climb, you arrived at the top, wheezing and lamenting at your lack of exercise routine that would have made the climb a little less hard on you if your physical fitness was a little better.
The tiny section was built on a countertop which was nestled between two of the larger game cabinets. It was even more humble than the rest of the arcade, containing only a handful of tiny sized arcade cabinets and two crudely made pinball machines. It wasn’t much, but you supposed it was better than them not trying to make this space useable by people like yourself.
You were slightly concerned that the only safety measures in place was a waist high, to you, railing around the edge of the countertop, there was no canopy covering it. It seemed a little neglectful of the people who designed the tiny guy arcade to leave the men who use it open to being grabbed by any random woman who wished to, or even able to fall off of the countertop if someone bumped against it.
Taking once more glance around the rest of the room, you saw no one had come in during your trek to the tiny area. You shrugged, hopefully someone would come in later, but until then you may as well play some games.
You approached the nearest game cabinet, deciding that you’d try all of them once, and if no one showed up during that time, you’d leave.
*****
You were on your third game, a Mario ripoff that had the same issue you had found with every other game you had played thus far, they all seemed to have been designed in an effort to make them “relatable” to tinies. What this actually meant was that they had tiny guys as the protagonists and they all involved being squashed by women.
The second game you played had even gone so far to make the objective the task of finding a woman to “adopt” the protagonist and add him to her wardrobe.
Already growing tired of these games before you had even tried half of them, you stepped away from the machine, ready to head back to your apartment having not met anyone new.
Just as you turned to leave, voices rang out from the entrance to the arcade. Voices that you recognised, and these voices were ones you didn’t want to hear again.
Spinning around to face the door, your face paled as you recognised the three eighteen year old girls who walked in, chatting loudly as they entered.
“Oh my god Courtney, I can’t fucking believe you just swallowed him like that! I never thought you’d actually do it!” The first girl laughed as she entered.
You recognised her as the leader of the group, and the one who had previously asked you if you wanted to be her “lucky charm”.
Her hair was a bright, neon green which was shaved on one side. She brushed some of the hair draping from the right side of her head away from her blue eyes as they scanned the room. Seeing no one was present, her purple lipstick covered mouth spread into a grin.
She was the tallest of the group, you’d guess around 6’3” (although at your size it was difficult to tell), and while she wasn’t as curvy as the others, she still had generous hourglass figure. Her pretty face was decorated by several piercings on her lip, nose and ears.
Her choice of clothing was the definition of punk. She wore a green tank top adorned with the the image of some album art that was faded to the point it was barely recognisable, which was then covered by a blue denim jacket which was covered with several patches. Her long legs were covered by a ripped pair of black jeans, and a massive pair of combat boots created tremors as she walked into the room.
“Heh, I can still feel him moving around in there,” the next girl to enter, you presumed Courtney, gently rubbed her stomach as she sheepishly giggled, before letting out a slight belch, due to the activity in her stomach. This caused her pretty face to flush slightly in embarrassment. She seemed more embarrassed about her belch than the fact that her friend was making fun of her, likely only partially aware of her companion’s mocking tone.
Courtney was clearly the lowest in the pecking order of this group, and that was mirrored in how her attire seemed to be inspired by the tall girl’s choice of clothing. She was wearing a similar T-shirt to the last time you saw her, one of the ones your sister sells in her online merch store, this one depicted a chibi version of your mom quizzically looking for you, with a much smaller chibi version of yourself stuck to her bare foot. This shirt was completely stretched out by her gargantuan chest and the slight pudge of her stomach, and was covered by a new looking, patchless denim jacket. Her legs were largely bare, only covered by a small white skirt that came half way down her thick thighs, and her feet were adorned with a pair of yellow sandals that showed off her pink painted toenails.
Her blonde hair was pulled into two pigtails, the tips of which were dyed a similar pink colour to her toenails.
After Courtney came the third and final girl of the group sauntered into the room.
The first thing to stand out about her was how radically different her appearance was of her companions.
She wore a purple tube top, which exposed her midriff and pierced belly button, with an open leather jacket over the top. A pair of purple short shorts and fishnets were stretched to their limits by her explosive hips and thunderous thighs, and her feet were covered by a pair of black and white converse.
As she followed her companions, she looked over Courtney with thinly veiled disinterest of the girls antics, her black painted lips curled in a slight frown as her cerulean eyes rolled, surrounded by the shade of her black eyeliner. Her face was just as heavily pierced as the taller girl.
“It was a bit of a waste having Courtney eat that bug, Gwen,” the third girl spoke to her taller companion. “If you had just tossed him in your boot he’d have at least stopped you complaining about how painful it is breaking them in. All that’s going to happen now is he’ll take a one way trip down Courtney’s toilet later, or maybe she’ll be the first person to digest one, and he’ll go straight to her monster tits.”
“Hey!” Courtney exclaimed, but before her objection could continue, Gwen interrupted her.
“Oooh good idea Avril! I wish I had done that now,” Gwen grinned sadistically as her eyes drifted towards the tiny section. “Maybe we’ll be in luck and I’ll find a volunteer insole over there.”
As the trio turned their attention to your position, and began walking your way, you could only hope something would distract them before they reached you, because there was no way you would make it to the staircase around the back one of the machines before they reached you…
1) Sadly for you, nothing distracts them and, with nowhere to hide, you are quickly spotted.
“Your big sis ain’t here to save you this time, shrimp,” Gwen put her hands on her hips and chuckled maliciously.
2) “Ooooh, they got a new game guys!” Courtney squealed, distracting her friends from their current path and giving you enough time to reach cover behind one of the normal sized arcade machines.
Now you were left with another problem, how were you going to get away without them noticing you?
3) The trio reached your position, and spotted you almost immediately. However, before they could do anything to you, several other women enter the arcade. Can you slip away, or will they be able to discreetly grab you? (Or Writer’s Choice)   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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