Before you could think of what to do next, Sophie leapt onto the couch between Cassie and Kimberly’s chairs. She leaned forward in her seat and looked at you expectantly, childlike glee radiating off of her face (and contrasting quite sharply with the very kid-unfriendly cleavage spilling from her revealing bikini top). Her eyes glimmered with happiness, and you couldn’t help basking in her infectious cheer.
“Tell more stories Jake!” Sophie exclaimed. “I want to hear all about you, little guy! You’re just so tiny and cute, life’s gotta be hard, right? What kinda things happen to you? Tell me!” Sophie paused. “Er…tell us…” She glanced around the room, and her cheeks flushed. “Uh…please? Pretty please?” Her voice quieted down, her exuberant attitude sheepishly retreating.
Maddie rolled her eyes like it was a habitual reaction to Sophie’s hectic energy, and Kimberly frowned. Your future mother-in-law sighed as she spoke. “Sophie, dear, I just finished explaining about how tired your sister and her fiancé must be.”
You shook your head. “No, actually, it’s fine. She just put me on the spot a bit. I can tell more stories, if you’d like.”
Sophie beamed, her gorgeous smile warming your heart. “Really? You’d do that? Oh, awesome! This is super-duper cool!”
Indulging her sister’s antics, Maddie slid onto the couch beside her. All four women looked at you expectantly, their expressions varying. Sophie was the perfect picture of barely contained enthusiasm, Maddie was feigning a neutral face but was clearly just as intrigued as her sister, and Kimberly looked thoughtful, no doubt still weighing your marriage potential. Cassie had a concerned expression but was still smiling. She was more than well aware of how…embarrassing…many of your childhood stories were.
You cleared your throat. “Uh, well, where to begin? I’ve got loads of stories…some a little less appropriate than others…”
Sophie giggled at that, and Maddie playfully knocked the blonde’s shoulder to quiet her. Looking at you, Maddie spoke. “How about a story involving sports? I think we’d all like that.”
Cassie laughed and shot her sister a wry smile. “I think YOU’D like that, sis.”
Maddie stuck out her tongue at Cassie, but you actually liked her suggestion. “Yeah, sure.” You agreed. “I can do that. Hm…let’s see. Oh! Yeah, so, okay…this one time when I was about eleven…
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(FLASHBACK BEGIN)
As you grew older, your mother wanted to give you more and more experience with the outside world. She still kept a careful watch over you, but wasn’t above taking you out on little day trips in an attempt to give you a healthier and more “normal” childhood. That being said, a trip didn’t go by without a least one accident (or ten), but that didn’t halt your mom’s loving attempts to help you socialize and have fun.
One particular trip led you and her to the local state park, which was centered around a big lake called Lake Fernwood. The lake was of a large enough size for their to be a sandy beachside, which the state park officials had turned into a tourist beach. It was actually a pretty popular spot back where you grew up. On the day that you and your mom arrived, there were nearly fifty people already there.
You were dressed in just a pair of swim shorts which weren’t entirely comfortable, seeing as how they’d come from a store-bought Ken doll. Your height was still about six to seven inches by this point in time. You rode comfortably on your mom’s shoulder as she walked. Though you were much too young to pay close attention at the time, your fairly curvy mother was clad in an eye-catching black two-piece bikini that accentuated her feminine charms.
No one on the beach paid any attention to you, as you looked more like an adorable little doll than anything else. Your mom straightened out her towel, doused herself in sunscreen, gave you a big kiss, and then laid out to sun tan. She’d also remarked to you that you needed to stay close and not wander too far, but your preteen excitement couldn’t be contained. As soon as you knew she had slipped asleep, you raced off across the beach.
At your diminutive size, the sandy dunes were a veritable nightmare to run across, and you consistently tripped and fell. To make matters worse, you were even less visible against the thick sand, and your natural skin complexion blended in quite well with the ground to the normal person’s eye. Beach goer after beach goer stepped on your legs or hands, or accidentally kicked you. In minutes you were caked in sand and on the verge of tears.
Turning back to your sleeping mother, who was now a good thirty feet away, you locked eyes with a toddling three-year-old happily building a sand castle. Her eyes lit up and a huge smile grew as she spotted you, and she hopped to her feet and rushed towards you. Screaming, you ran back without looking, having experienced the sensation of being played with like a doll countless times by then in your life.
Running blind, you soon felt the powerful forward momentum of a college girl’s foot slam into your stomach, and send you flying backwards. You slid harshly across the sand and came to a stop, but not without your cheap little Ken shorts ripping away, leaving you naked. Groaning, you had no time to sit up before that same college girl walked into view and planted her feet squarely down on your chest and legs, pinning you beneath her weight.
Your head was still free, and so you weakly cried up to her, your voice muffled by some sand in your throat. Your only response was several large sweat drops glistening off her tanned body and splattering into your eyes, the sweat stinging.
“Alright girls, best of five, right?” The college girl above you said loudly, eyes locked on people outside of your vision.
“Only if you’re buying dinner once you lose!” A second voice taunted, and the girl above you grinned. From outside your view, a volleyball flew over to the girl, who caught it expertly, held it steadily in her palm, and served it. Through some nonsensical series of painful coincidences, you’d ended up right in the middle of a group of girls playing volleyball!
After a moment, the girl above you stepped off as she moved to return a volley from the opposing team. The bright sun burned down on you for a second, before being replaced by the shadowy silhouette of another girl leaping into the air for a spike. Something about that moment of the girl’s shapely figure against the sun was the first time you’d ever felt stirrings of attraction to the female race. Those feelings were, of course, squashed quite literally a second later as the girl landed.
Unlike the first girl, the second girl’s feet absolutely pulverized your entire body. Every part of you was squished flat and pounded in sweat and dirt. It grew worse as the girl reflexively scrunched her toes, her dainty digits pinching and grasping your head, squeezing your face into clumps of sand between her toes. You tried in vain to wiggle free, but were ultimately powerless.
Foot crushing went on for another ten minutes, as each of the four girls on your side of the field rotated around, equally smushing you underfoot. Finally, near the end of game two, one of the girls tripped and sprawled backwards, shapely rear end smashing down onto the sand right on your body.
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