(Chapter originally written by worstfailure)
Though the prospect of seeing how long she could keep you trapped in your absentminded mother's ass was gutbustingly hilarious to Jenna, she figured there were bound to be limitless pranking opportunities at the music fest.
"Hey mom, why don't I set up the tent while you take out Matt?"
For a second Lauren looked at her daughter in blank comprehension before Jenna pointedly eyed her mother's massive rear.
"Oh, right!"
Jenna pointed her mom in the direction of a concrete building that served as a restroom, a much better alternative to the rows of porta potties, even if it was a longer wait. She was grateful for the buildings presence due to the land being a temporarily borrowed park. There was even a lake past the vendors to the right of the campgrounds and trails leading into the forest behind the amphitheater. Jenna spent the next few minutes setting up their tent which was spacious enough for three regular-sized people. Jenna had just got the last of their stuff put away when she heard a shout.
"OI! HEADS UP!"
Jenna turned just in time to see a blue frisbee coming in hot on a collision course with her forehead. She would've reached out to catch it instantly but she hesitated when she heard a strange sound coming from the frisbee. The sound of gleeful, uninhibited laughter! Laughter that sounded familiar. It distracted Jenna long enough for the frisbee to smack her in the forehead and for her to only barely catch it as it bounced off her.
"Gotta be quicker than that, Syd! Tell Dodger to go long!"
A voice had come from the frisbee. Jenna raised it in front of her face to inspect it. The source of the voice and the laughter was a tiny, pink-haired woman in a bright pink hoodie with the Mant Stainers logo on it, the sole of a black boot turning a tiny man into a flesh-shaped splatter. The woman was taped to the top of the frisbee. She'd still been laughing like a maniac as Jenna raised the frisbee, but getting a good look at Jenna's face had caused the girl's laughter to die in her throat and her mint green eyes to go wide as she blushed.
"I know you," Jenna said, recognition shining in her eyes.
*****
"Can you believe it, Matt? Look at where we are! It was a rough couple days for both of us but I'm sure seeing everything must make you think it was all worthwhile!"
"Must it?" you mumbled bitterly.
No matter how long your mother had washed you off in the sink, you knew you'd never be clean again. Still, while nothing would ever be worth enduring what you'd just been through for the past two days, the splendor and beauty of the campgrounds was something you couldn't deny. People of all sizes, genders, race, age and all walks of life had come together to camp in the great outdoors to bond and revel in mankind's shared love of music. It was more inspiring than your currently embittered mind what to admit. Especially since, after going through all the trouble of hiding you for two straight days in the most undignified place imaginable, Lauren was now walking around the campgrounds with you brazenly displayed on her shoulder despite your lack of a festival pass. You'd taken the liberty of wrapping multiple strands of Lauren's hair around your torso, both as a lifeline in case you fell off, but also to hide where you hoped a tiny-sized festival pass would usually be. Wouldn't fool anyone who really cared, but at least it was something.
As you got closer to your tent, you heard the sound of laughter, though one woman's high-pitched cackle made you clench your teeth for some reason. In front of the tent were four chairs with a small table set up between them. Three of the women, two regular-sized, one affected, were strangers to you.
The first stranger you noticed was a black woman with dark brown skin with a silver stud piercing on the left side of her nose and eyes completely hidden by a thick pair of round sunglasses with a dark red tint, which she wore despite the sun close to setting. Her black hair was styled short on the sides, leading up to the top where it exploded into a thick mass of coppery-orange curls. She wore a dark red leather jacket with silver spikes coming out of the collar and shoulders, a tight pair of jeans that were stylishly ripped at the knees, and big black combat boots. Neither jacket nor jeans were enough to hide the enormous swell of her breasts and backside. She wore a black t-shirt with a band's logo on it depicting the silhouette of a golden woman with a golden crown, draped in a red cape, sitting on a silver throne, supported by a pinkish flesh-colored cushion which you recognized was a tiny only because of the x's where his eyes should be. The name of the band above it was the Colossus Queens.
The second stranger was a woman with straight black hair streaked with violet that reached down to her back and bangs that almost covered her eyes. She wore black lipstick and had applied copious amounts of dark mascara and violet eyeshadow. She had unnaturally milk pale skin as if she rarely went outdoors and large grey eyes. Her expression seemed naturally stoic. She was a little overweight, her stomach broader than you were used to normally seeing, which was emphasized by the tight black shirt she wore. The sleeves had been torn off and it didn't quite reach her skirt, leaving bare pale flesh exposed. Her long violet-plaid-skirt likewise failed to contain her sizable behind. She had a badge on her chest with the logo of the Non-Hyperbolic Maneaters on it, a cherry-red-colored tiny skull on a stick being licked like a lollipop by a long pink tongue poking out from a pair of big red lips.
The last stranger was a laughing affected woman with pink-hair was sitting on Jenna's shoulder. Your sister had changed into a bright red concert tee also for the Mant Stainers.
The gothic woman was the first you noticed your mother approaching, but her large grey eyes immediately locked onto you. As if on instinct, her tongue ran over her upper lip and you flinched.
"Mom!" Jenna said, waving from her seat. "You won't believe it! I know these girls from school. This is Dodger," Jenna said, pointing to the black woman. "We have math together."
"Pleasure," Dodger said in a thick British accent.
"This is Sydney," Jenna said, nodding to the goth girl seated between her and Dodger. "We have chemistry together."
Sydney only nodded her agreement, her gray eyes kept locked onto you, making you feel increasingly uncomfortable.
"You and Savage Syd?" Dodger asked Jenna playfully. "I must've gotten it mixed up. I thought Pipes was the one you had chemistry with."
The pink-haired woman on Jenna's shoulder blushed and, to your shock, Jenna did too! Ignoring Dodger's chuckle, Jenna introduced the affected woman.
"And this is Piper Brooks. She's in my French class."
"Riiight," Dodger said, smiling. "My mistake. You both French."
"Everyone, this is my mother, Lauren Jacobs," Jenna said, blushing even more deeply.
"It's so nice to meet you, Ms. Jacobs!" Piper called out and her tiny voice carried quite clearly despite the vast distance from where she was and where your mother was.
"The pleasure's all mine!" Lauren said. She seemed oblivious to all of the innuendos Dodger had dropped and was smiling ear-to-ear in excitement. "And please, call me Lauren! Any friends of Jenna are friends of mine!"
Lauren took the last remaining seat. No one had bothered to introduce you and you were debating whether it was safer that way.
"So you're the lucky contest winner? Impressive work! I never would've been able to answer that. More into punk than ballads. It was a miracle we got these passes at all, really. Savage Syd, Pipes and I were refreshing our computers the second they went on sale. Luckily we got three thanks to Pipes!"
"I'm glad you did!" Lauren said. "I'm guessing you're all mega-fans like my Jenna?"
"Oh yeah!" Piper said. "These are the greatest bands of all time gathering here!"
"Agreed, but it's more than that," Dodger said. "We're also here for inspiration. Hopefully we can finally workshop a sound for our band... or at least pick a name."
"You three are in a band?" Lauren asked excitedly.
"Still early days," Dodger said. "But we all became friends out of a shared love of music. I play guitar. Pipes is our lead singer and I swear you never heard a louder set of pipes on anyone, tiny or regular-sized. She's a regular scream queen! But she can also sing delicately too. Beautiful stuff. Very emotional. And Syd? Well, we call her savage because of her drum playing. She's a natural."
"By the way," Jenna said. "How'd you get your nickname Dodger?"
Dodger laughed. "It's actually a funny story. I--"
"Who's he?"
It was the first time you'd heard Sydney speak. Her voice sounded dull and disinterested, matching her stoic expression, but her eyes were still fixed to you with a frightening intensity. Dodger leaned forward to follow her friend's finger. When she finally saw you, a sly grin broke out on her face.
"Good eye, Syd," Dodger muttered under her breath. "Yes, who's this lil guy?"
"My brother. Matt," Jenna said, annoyed, as if she wasn't the reason you were here. "Just ignore him."
"How can I ignore a guy so fit? Can you put him on the table, Lauren? So we can meet him proper."
"Of course!" your mother said, not bothering to ask for your permission before she plucked you off her shoulder and placed you on the table. "But I should tell you, "fit" or not," Lauren giggled, "he's got a girlfriend."
"S'alright, we can still be friends," Dodger said, undeterred, though her tone of voice made it seem like she was interested in more than friendship. For the first time, something close to emotion flashed crossed Syd's otherwise stoic face. Anger? Annoyance? Whatever it was, it passed quickly, and then her gaze fell back on to you, both women leaning uncomfortably close to study you.
"Um... hi?" you said, with a sheepish wave.
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