An inch tall, enclosed in the sweaty fist of this teenage punk, you caress the watch around your wrist. This is a setback, for sure, but you do have a 'get out of jail free' card right here. Should things get too dicey, zap, poof! you're outta here!
The fingers uncurl above you, and the face of the giantess smiles down at you. "I'm Caitlyn," she announces, "and I am super-pleased to see that you're not imaginary. You are the answer to my prayers, dude. How can I be bored with a little pet to keep me company?"
"All done!" announces a loud, higher pitched voice. You are suddenly clasped between two palms with enough force to drive all breath from your bruised lungs, as Caitlyn hides you from sight. "Whatcha got there?" the voice continues, muffled by the mass of flesh around you, but impossible to ignore. Must be Kelly, the younger sister.
You are palmed roughly as Caitlyn brings her other hand up, empty, to show her sister. Once more you are caught in a fist, one less concerned with taking care of you. It is tight and humid, and you can't so much as twitch a finger toward the watch!
Outside, titans clash as Kelly is not fooled, jumping on her sister in an effort to pry open the fingers of the hand holding you, and you are squeezed ever more tightly.
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