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by Derpus Author IconMail Icon
Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Adult · #2202381
A boy with an unusual condition and struggles to make it through the day. Will he survive?
This choice: That Towel  •  Go Back...
Chapter #5

Towel Troubles

    by: Derpus Author IconMail Icon
(originally written by jusenkyo)


The dizzyness finally stopped and Trish's comment finally got you to make sense of why everything was so distorted. You had been pulled out into a rectangle like an over sized beach towel. Everything was distorted because your face was pulled out so much farther than usual, it probably wasn't even recognizable as a face which was why your mom didn't notice. Barbara grinned like a cat as she bunched you up and tossed you over her shoulder.


"Sure thing Trish, and don't worry about the boys Andrew was upstairs playing in his room." She strategically forgot to mention where you had gone but your mom didn't seem to notice as Barbara followed her out to the beach. You weren't that stuck but for some reason it was really hard to talk like this, it was even a bright sunny day perfect for the beach. You fluttered out as Barbara unraveled your body again and laid you down on the sand while Trish pinned your corners down with their various bags so that the 'towel' didn't blow away. You finally worked out just how big Barbra had managed to pull you and it was startaling, somehow you had been made long enough that they could lay down comfortably, a bit longer than either of them were tall and wide enough for at least three. You figured you would have felt a lot more pulled out than you did but for some reason that sensation was dulled while the sensation of the things touching you was amplified. They hadn't even stepped on you yet but the grains of sand on your back were rough and uncomfortable. Trish was about to step onto you, the sandy foot hovered just over one of your eyes when barbara stopped her. You almost wondered what she was thinking so you listened in.


"Hold on, don't just get your sandy feet anywhere! we gotta choose the spot where our feet go and wipe the sand off then we can walk onto the towel." She walked down to your bottom half so your eyes followed her trying to look at what she was doing. "Right here, then we can start tanning." You saw her step down but weren't prepared, even more than usual The pain shot through you she was clearly wiping her foot on your crotch, the rough sand wiped off as she dragged her foot off and repeted the same with her other foot until she was standing with non sandy feet on a different spot of your body. You mutely begged for mercy as you saw her grin at your eyes.


"Oh of course, I wouldn't want sand all over me." Trish said making you realize you were in for more just before it happened the roughness Barbara had displayed may as well have been a genital massage to the devastating stomping and grinding Trish did to get rid of her foot sand. You felt like you almost made a noise with how hard you tried to scream but at the last second the jiggly flesh of Barbra's ass covered your mouth muting your cry as Trish casually walked onto your body now. "Uh Barb you're sitting in the middle of the towel."


Barbra giggled and scooched over but the damage was done, your cries were defiantly only mental now. "Alright no problem, Let's just tan till the girls join us." She shrugged and rolled over, the large breasts of the Morrison woman covered your Right eye as she decided to get her back first. Trish soon covered your left eyes vision in the same manner. With things winding down you felt the sand under you and your towel form giving to the powerful bodies of the tanning women and for some reason Trish continued to rub her hands over the empty space between them.


It was another ten minutes before either of them spoke again. "Hey Barbra..."
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