You found yourself in darkness. Only the vague shades of objects could be made out within the tight space of the fanny pack. The woman was moving at a steady click as you were set for what was sure to the be bumpiest thrill rides at the park. “You must be this tall? How about this small!” You grumbled out loud as something long and curved crashed into your legs. You fell face first against the leather floor. You tried to regain your footing as something like a big box fell onto your back. Each step of the giantess shifted your container back and forth. The box was flung off with one of the wider turns and gave a moments peace. Left, Rumble.
The woman’s brow compressed tightly as she made her way through the park. There was no way she had just found a tiny man in an ash tray. But she had felt the pressure of his tiny body between her fingers. The way his tiny voice cracked in fear as he begged her to ‘believe it!’. This was too bizarre. She fumbled her cigarette box, her two thumbs flicked the lid open and shot in repetition. She was just a simple woman who knew how to organize a bunch of carnival games. She couldn’t… Oh goodness she hadn’t even asked the man his name! She’d just stuffed him in her fanny pack with all that stuff! Her lighter, her extra box of sigs… She quickened her steps and wished she was her destination was so far away! Her cheeks blushed as she felt each hasty step of her thighs and tummy as they shifted the man’s container.
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The rhythm of your ride’s turbulence increased two-fold. The woman had to be power walking at this point. You couldn’t take this anymore. What felt like a box crashed into you again. But this time you were able to slide up some type of opening. You were hit with a bitter sweet earth aroma. You realized that this must be a box of cigarettes. You hesitated only for something to slam into your legs again and send you into the box. You fumbled and converted the half full carton into a type of makeshift ride vehicle. “Anything is better than taking a beating!” You are able to get the lid shut. Your still bumped and tossed about. But at the very least you have a layer of cardboard protecting you. You already felt the sores on your legs.
The woman finally entered a back office somewhere in the lower levels of the park. “Jenny, Oh please tell me you’re here girl!” She called anxiously. A young college age girl popped her head up from a bank of computers. Behind her sat security camera feeds of several areas of the park. As she stepped forward, she was dressed in what looked to be a modified security guards’ uniform. From the waist up she looked to like your popular former cheerleader type. But from the waist down she wore a pair of custom-tailored dress pants that looked to be Quadruple large. She quickly pulled her pink shoulder Lenth hair back up into a bun. “What’s up Doreen, Some kids causing trouble in the games section again?” Doreen nodded and unzipped her fanny pack. A look of utter panic sweeps across her face for a moment as she removed several items and placed them on a nearby desk.
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Sensing the major change you climb your away out of the box and stand before the two giantess.
A: You see Doreen's anxious expression and feel guilty. Calling out to her specifically you try and make your away around the desk to get closer to her.
B: You simply stand awkwardly as the fanny pack is fully emptied. Jenny does a sweep over the items and gasps as she sees you standing there.
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