The door swung open, and out staggered Kathleen. From Ken's vantage point, she was taller than skyscrapers, and only getting taller the closer she got. Though her face seemed almost a mile away, he could make out the reddened complexion and the unsteady gait -- Kathleen had been drinking. As she stumbled in his general direction, Ken attempted to scale the sixty-foot tall beer can to get her attention. When he made it to the top, he started waving his arms and shouting up at his sister.
But as her booming footsteps drew nearer and nearer, the can began to wobble and tremble, leftover liquid sloshing around in its depths. Ken had to brace himself against the seal breaker for safety as his titanic, drunk sibling came to a stop right in front of the can. He tried to look past the towering sweatpants, around the bust jutting out from her ratty t-shirt, and up into her face as he tried again to get her attention. And, to his surprise, Kathleen responded.
A titanic hand descended from the heavens, and grabbed... the beer can. The giantess then opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, hoping to catch a few alcoholic drops as she held the can over her maw and started to shake it. Ken, turned upside down and disoriented, let go of his aluminum handhold and plummeted directly onto his sister's waiting tongue with a trickle of beer. Kathleen's tongue shot back into the hot cavern of her mouth, and began sloshing the liquid around, watering it down with her saliva. Ken was caught in a sticky, smelly, and baking hot hurricane. His sibling's tongue whipped around in the dark cavern, slamming against the squishy inside of her cheek, the roof of her mouth, and the hard backs of her teeth. It was a torture that seemed unending.
Eventually, however, the 22-year-old felt something that was not tasty beer in her mouth -- namely, a little solid something. She seperated it as much as she could from the small remainder of beer and swallowed the beer. Then she turned and spat the little solid thing away. Probably just a bit of grass, she decided. As she turned, she caught sight of a lawn chair. Kathleen looked at the sun. It would be a hot day, she thought. Might as well bask in it. And with that, she sauntered off into the house to change.
Ken landed in a sticky heap on one of the plastic straps of the lawn chair. Though he tried to move, so he could get to the shrink ray below him, the sticky saliva of his sister's stopped his struggles swiftly. All that could be done was lie down and wait for the sun to dry up the spit.
Unfortunately for Ken, when the sun had mostly dried up the spit, his sister Kathleen emerged again. In a bikini. She gripped either side of the chair and moved it to a sunnier spot, far away from the machine. Then she rubbed lotion on, giving Ken just enough time in the sun to be freed, before coming back over to the chair...
What happens to Ken?
1. Kathleen plops down where Ken is, but finds her seat uncomfortable. To remedy this, she starts squirming and tugging at her bikini bottom -- inadvertently shoving him in between her cheeks.
2. Kathleen lays down on her stomach, squashing Ken into her exposed cleavage.
3. Kathleen sees Ken at the last second, but as a bug. She sticks the "bug" between her toes and starts to play with him.
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