For a moment, I just stare up at my friend. Her butt looks amazing in the bikini bottoms. As Jess sits down, I try and scramble out of the way, but it is too late. Her butt flattens me into the ground. Surprisingly I am not crushed alive, though I can feel the weight of her pressing me down. Jess's swimsuit smells of saltwater, sand, and suntan lotion. I can hear my friend's muffled voices. Unable to move, I just lie there. It is hard to tell how much time passes.
"Ugg," Jess says. "I think I got sand or something in my swimsuit. My butt itches." The giant girl lifts up momentarily to scratch herself. I am a little disoriented but manage to get up and scramble out of the way, finding myself between her legs. Jess's normally pencil-thin legs form fleshy walls around me. "And I have to pee."
"Just go in the sand; I do it all the time," Ollie stretches. "In fact, I just did."
Jess scrunches her nose. "You are so weird. However, I don't want to get up, so I am going to do it." Before I can react, a warm stream flows past my feet. Quickly I back away, hardly believing what just happened. "Much better," sighs Jess. "I can see why you do that. It feels strangely good. Soo...where is the strangest place you have ever peed?"
Ollie thought for a moment, "Well, you know me. I will go pretty much anywhere. I have peed in a bottle before and peed off a cliff. But, the strangest was probably peeing into a fish tank. I was at my cousin's house playing truth or dare. She knew I had to pee, so dare me to go in the big fish tank in her living room."
"Gross," she giggles, "Those poor fish." Jess's huge hand comes towards me as she scratches her leg. I stare at fingernails, with their chipped blue paint for a second, before getting an idea. Maybe if I climb onto her hand, I could get Jess to notice me.
In a running leap, I launch myself towards her hand. Unfortunately, I misjudge the distance and only just manage to crash into one of her fingernails. Jess does not seem to notice, and I have to hold on for dear life as she raises her hand into the air. It feels like I am on a roller coaster, though much scarier because there is no strap holding me in.
Jess reaches for a bag of gummy worms. Just then, I lose my grip and fall into the squishy candy. One of the giant red worms is plucked out. I watch as Jess drops it on her tongue and slurps it down like a noodle. "I love these things," she comments, grabbing a handful of worms. Luckily, I avoid getting scooped up. However, unless I was to become a snack myself, I needed to get out of this bag. It is challenging to move around the uneven pile of worms at my size. I keep slipping down further into the bag. It also doesn't help that the candy is sticky.
Unfortunately, I am not so lucky next time Jess reaches for the gummy worms. I get scooped up stuck to a blue worm. "The blue ones are my favorite." Before I can do anything, I am deposited in my friend's monstrous mouth. I narrowly avoid getting crushed by her big white teeth. Jess's mouth is warm, moist, and smells like gummy worms. An instant later…
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