"Hey, let's bring her to the bar and make her perform for us!" said Wesley.
Jim grinned, and before Jen knew it she was in an uncomfortable car ride, each bump feeling like a crash to her. Wesley's hand was closed protectively around her, but Jen knew it wasn't out of affection.
Jim and Wesley displayed their fake ID's to the owner of the bar, then slid into a booth near the back. Wesley looked down at his naked ex, sitting curled up in a ball in his closed fist:
"Well little Jen, you always seemed to be more interested in your stupid swimming then in me. Now that you're so tiny, I think it's only fair that you show off your skills just for me!" He gave Jen a little poke, and then closed his hand as the waitress came up. He and Jim promptly ordered two mugs of beer, and amused themselves while they waited by taking turns blowing on Jill, laughing as she started to shiver uncontrollably.
"I think I've had enough of this ball thing of hers." Wesley told Jim, who grinned.
"Yeah." He looked down at Jen. "Show us what you've got, now!" he ordered. Jen simply closed her eyes and hugged her knees to herself tightly, rocking back and forth. Just then, the beer arrived, a few ice cubes floating in the mugs. This gave Jim an idea. He waggled his eyebrows at Wesley.
Jen kept curling herself in a ball, trying to ignore her two giant, cruel captors and her massive surroundings. She was simply unable to accept that she was the size of a mouse, naked and in a bar with her giant ex. She felt the movement of Wesley's enormous hand coming closer, and she grabbed herself. She would NOT let them see her naked any more: she hadn’t even got that far with Wesley before prom. Instead of picking her up or trying to force her open, Wesley instead leaned her over, so her butt was wagging up in the air above the table. Jen closed her eyes on the tears of humiliation at these two horny boys seeing her ass. Suddenly, she cries out as an enormous cold was applied directly to her cheeks.
Jim laughed as his plan has its attended effect. The ice cube on Jen's ass made her writhe, uncurling and trying to crawl away. Mission accomplished, Jim tossed the cube back in his glass and admires the naked, wriggling swimmer. Wesley pinned her arms and forces her to stand, and both whistled in silent appreciation as Jen stands there. Her well-toned body was perfect even from so high up, super-hard nipples proudly standing out because of the cold, and slender, strong legs meeting for a well-shaven pussy.
Wesley laughed. "Damm Jen, you look fine!" He lightly strokes her back, down to her ass. It was just as firm and pert as he had imagined.
"Put her in." Jim urged. Wesley nodded, lifted up Jen and dumped her in his mug. Jen automatically went into a dive. Instead of clear water, however, she found herself in frothy, amber colored beer. She remained under as long as she could, staring in mute horror out the sides of her glass, seeing wavy, distorted versions of Wesley and Jim looming outside.
Eventually, she ran out of air and followed her bubbles up to the surface. She gasped as she broke through, spitting the beer out of her mouth. She had had a few drinks in the past, but never was that much of a drinker. Now, if she wasn't careful, she might swallow enough of this seeming pool of beer to give her alcohol poisoning. It wasn't much of a pool: while quite deep, about 20 feet to her perspective, the side was so close it's like a kiddy pool. Thoughts of escape desperately entering her mind, she quickly set out for the side.
Wesley laughed as he saw Jen grab the side of the glass and try to heave herself out. He causally batted her into the glass, and, as Jim watched, lifted the mug to his face. He opened his mouth and began to drink.
Jen shrieked in terror as gallons of beer started gushing into Wesley's cavernous mouth, and she swam desperately against the tide. But it was no use no use; gravity slowly brought her towards the gaping orifice. With one final scream, she found herself in Wesley' mouth, which was entirely filled with beer. Thankfully, he didn't swallow, allowing Jen to swim around in the pool of beer and saliva like a fish in a cave. Jen let loose another underbeer scream as Wesley's tongue found her, pinning her to the roof of his mouth as he drains the beer. He then proceeded to lick her all over, trying to leech every last drop of beer out of her soaked body. Jen could do nothing but cry helplessly as his giant, slimy tongue traveled over her breasts, pausing to slather her nipples, and then down to her privates.
Finally satisfied, after quite a bit of sucking, Wesley spat Jen out onto his palm. He grinned down at the bedraggled, naked figure, who lay gasping with her eyes filled with horror as she stared up at his massive face.
"You always played so hard to get. I always did want to suck you clean, and lick those awesome boobs of yours, but you always said no. You're tiny now, however, so I'll have some fun. Now, back in the pool." He laughed as he dropped his ex back into the mug, watching her tiny splash with great satisfaction.
Jim, occupied with his own mug for a moment, set it down and looked into the glass. The beer level was now so low that there was no way Jen could reach the top. She looked up to see Wesley's giant friend leering down at her. She vainly attempted to stay afloat while covering her breasts and privates.
"None of that now, little swimmer. Let's have a backstroke out of you." He frowned as he just looked up at him in terror. He reached in with a fork and submerged her, letting her wriggle at the bottom of the glass for a few moments before letting her back up. She gasped and heaved as she reaches air again, modesty forgotten. Jim admired the way the light struck her gorgeous body through the amber liquid for a moment, then tapped the side of the glass:
"Now, let's have a backstroke." Jen gave in with a sob, slowly doing laps around the glass as the guys watched avidly, performing different strokes on demand. Every so often, Wesley would interrupt by taking a deep draught of beer, eagerly rubbing Jen all over with his tongue:
“You’re better than a lime, my little Jen.” He chuckled as he started to get more and more drunk. Eventually, Jen found herself collapsed in the bottom of the glass in an ankle deep pool of beer, so tired that she couldn't even stand up. She took a little rest.
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