This choice: You manage to twist around and catch yourself, thankfully stopping your fall. • Go Back...Chapter #4The Winner of the Wager Is... by: Unknown With a frantic, last ditch effort, you twisted your arm around behind you as far as you could, and just barely managed to swipe at a loose string on Chelsea’s bedsheet. Grimacing with concentration, you caught yourself on the strand and halted your fall, your tiny arm screaming with pain as you still dangled precariously over the edge of your giantess dormmate’s bed.
Mere inches away from you, Chelsea smiled peacefully at the TV screen, her eyes glinting with determination at winning the wager the two of you held. She shoveled another handful of “Tasty Tinies” into her mouth, the salty chips sliding past her alluring lips and being crunched to pieces inside of her mouth. You shuddered, realizing that could’ve been you if you had fallen down into the bag of chips.
You then watched, with almost stunned silence, as a fairly sizable crumb fell from between Chelsea’s lips, bumped off of her chin, and landed in her cleavage. To your astonishment, the massive brunette didn’t even blink, so focused on the game that she didn’t feel a thing. The crumb simply vanished between your dormmate’s gigantic breasts, dragged downward by the slick sheen of sweat coating her skin. You gulped. That could’ve been you too.
Your arm groaned again, and you remembered that you were still hanging off of Chelsea’s bed. Groaning, you heaved up your other arm and gripped the loose strand, and then scaled back up over the edge of her bed, sending thankful prayers to the heavens that the strand supporting you didn’t snap and send you tumbling back down over the edge. You breathed a sigh of relief as you flopped backwards onto the flat, even surface of Chelsea’s bed.
“This is a close game, Tom.” Chelsea said over her shoulder, sparing you a quick glance during a brief commercial break. “And…are you falling asleep?” Her lips curled into a competitive smile. “Are you that confident you’re going to win?”
You barely had the energy to sit up. You felt a little jealous of Chelsea’s blissful ignorance of the horrible fate you had just barely avoided. “No, Chelsea. I was just…”
“Oh, wait! It’s back on!” Chelsea cut you off, excitedly turning back to the TV. For the second time, her arm banged against the corner of the bed as she whipped her attention back to the game. However, you were prepared for something like that this time, and you successfully caught yourself and held your ground without being tossed over the edge. When it came to anything sports related, Chelsea lost all sense of care for her tiny dormmate.
Still, you couldn’t totally fault her. It often felt as if normal sized human beings simply weren’t designed to notice one-inch tall squishy guys like you. You knew that, under most circumstances, Chelsea tried her hardest to keep you firmly in her mind, and safe from all harm. She was genuinely your best friend, and you knew how much she hated finding you stuck to the bottom of her foot or flattened to her toned derriere after hours of being missing.
So, you resigned yourself to simply scooting back across the bed, giving yourself a bit more space between you and your giantess friend, and then happily enjoyed the rest of the game with her. As Chelsea had remarked earlier, the game was incredibly close. Westland and Lakefield went back and forth on scoring, and neither team pulled ahead by any discernible lead. Soon, it was down to the last few seconds of the game.
Westland needed to score one more point in order to take home the victory. If they failed, then Lakefield would be the winners of the match, and you would’ve won your wager with Chelsea. Chelsea leaned eagerly towards the television as the seconds counted down, nervously biting her lip. You also were paying rapt attention to the closing maneuvers of the intense game, wondering if you were mentally prepared to accept the consequences of losing this wager.
The Westland player kicked the ball towards the Lakefield goal, and the Lakefield goalie moved to intercept. You and Chelsea tensed up in anticipation.
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