This choice: Charlotte wants to play a little game with everyone. • Go Back...Chapter #4Twist It, Squash It by: bobob1   As soon as Charlotte walked into the room where everyone was sitting, she opened her scheming mouth. “Hey everyone! Sammy thought of a great game that we could all play together, as a family! He suggested that we all play Twister!”
Your heart dropped, as everyone else in the room (save for Stacy), smiled with happiness. You had only been subjected to the torture that was Twister twice in your life, and neither time had ended well for you…at all. Sadly, it seemed as if your sadistic cousin wasn’t going to give you a choice in the matter.
Stacy leaned forward. “Are you sure, Sammy? That’s a pretty…physical…game for someone like you.”
Before you could explain yourself, your mother cut you off by laughing. “Please sweetie. Sammy is a young man now. He can take care of himself. If he feels in danger, all he has to do is walk off the mat.”
Stacy reluctantly agreed with your mother’s defense, and it seemed that the issue was decided. Everyone stood up and moved the couch and chairs out of the way, while Stacy ran upstairs to get the game. Charlotte kept you tightly in her palm, purposefully preventing you from sneaking away amidst the pre-game chaos. You glared at her, but she only grinned back at you. You cursed yourself for being so tiny and helpless.
Stacy returned with the box for Twister, and began setting the extremely large “party-sized” mat up with Chloe’s help. Your mother and Shannon assembled the electronic spinner, which assured that everyone would be able to play the game, much to your chagrin (not that you would’ve been able to effectively spin a normal spinner anyway).
“Okay everyone!” Shannon announced once everything was ready. “Whoever is the last person still holding their pose wins. As usual, Sammy only has to run between the dots when it’s his turn, but if he gets squashed, then he’s out. The winner gets to decide where we go out to eat tonight!”
After excited cheers from Charlotte, Mia, and Chloe (and less enthusiastic cheers from you and Stacy), the game was set to begin. Everyone took a spot standing around the mat, and Shannon flicked on the electronic spinner. A pleasant, female robotic voice announced the first move, using everyone’s real names due to a brief bit of input entering Mia had done before the game had begun.
“Sammy. Right foot green.” The voice announced. Sighing, you jogged across the comically large mat to the green dot in the furthest spot from everyone else. Your mother gave you a naively optimistic thumbs-up, which you weakly returned. Deep down, you knew that this was only a recipe for disaster.
“Charlotte. Left foot green.” The voice declared. Hiding her grin, your titanic cousin stomped over to you, choosing the dot right beside you. She gave you a friendly wave with hidden undertones, sending a shiver down your spine. Her foot tapped out a seemingly innocent beat right beside you, though you knew she was purposefully putting on a show of intimidation.
“Stacy. Right hand red.” Stacy moved into the required spot, followed by Shannon with a foot on yellow, Mia with a hand on yellow, and Chloe with her foot on blue.
Your turn was up once again, and you were required to run across the mat to an empty yellow dot. You chose your spot, keeping your eyes glued to the two massive giantesses laughing above you. Your mother and aunt eagerly awaited their next move, hardly seeming to notice you down on the floor between them.
Charlotte followed in turn, placing her other foot on blue. As she did so, she discreetly kicked you with her toe, knocking you flat onto your back. You picked yourself up angrily, furious that everyone else in the room was so oblivious to how she loved to torment you.
Stacy was next, sliding her foot onto a yellow dot. Your mother placed a hand on green with ease, but Mia’s cue was to place a foot on yellow. With caution thrown to the wind, she happily slammed her foot down on the dot beside her, which was the exact one you had chosen. She had already forgotten that you were even there.
You screamed and rolled out of the way just in time, but it was far too close. Your aunt’s massive, slightly dirty foot almost pounded you to a pulp. You groaned as Chloe placed a hand on red, preparing to take your next move. Thankfully, all you had to do was take a short walk over to the nearest blue dot.
The game proceeded for another five minutes with relative peacefulness. However, as the minutes passed on, it seemed as if the titanic giantesses around you were forgetting that you were even playing, even as the robotic announcer declared your turn. Soon, your five massive family members were a tangle of bodies, all giggling uncontrollably.
The announcer began to pick up the pace, prompting faster movement and more mistakes. You had to rush over to a yellow dot, of which there was only one remaining. Standing in your place, you gulped as you looked up at the huge bubble butt of Chloe, her miniskirt long ago yanked up far enough to see her creamy cheeks and revealing panties. With one wrong move you knew you could be buried under that butt.
Charlotte was next, and her turn was simple, but everything took a turn for the worst when Stacy had to slide her foot from blue to green. Not noticing her tiny brother on the floor, her foot kicked into you, causing you to fly over onto Mia’s hand, which was resting on a green dot. Your aunt didn’t feel you, not even when her turn required her to move her hand from green to red.
Straining even her flexible body, Mia arched her back and tried to maneuver through the mass of sweaty, laughing girls to reach a red dot. You held on for dear life, not having any other idea of what to do at this point. Sadly, you lost your grip on her slippery smooth skin and plummeted back down to the mat.
Your miniscule body bounced off your mother’s breast, smacked against Charlotte’s butt, and rolled down Chloe’s thigh, ending by Mia’s foot. Before you could even think, the inevitable happened, and Mia’s grasping hand grazed your mother’s side. Breaking out into compulsive laughter, your mother’s whole body shook, disrupting the impeccable balance of the pretzel form everyone had assembled.
Everybody came toppling down in an instant, directly on top of your poor, tiny body. You were crushed and flattened instantly under the hot, sweaty mass, as the five women laughed uproariously, lying on the mat for five whole minutes without moving. You had slipped all of their minds, even Stacy’s. It was as if you hadn’t even been playing with them from the very start.
Finally picking themselves off of the ground, Shannon thanked Charlotte for picking such a fun game, a compliment your cousin graciously accepted. Chloe rolled up the game mat and packed it into the box, which Stacy returned to her bedroom upstairs, tucking it deep into her closet. Mia reclined on the couch, exhausted but very satisfied. In the end, no one had won, but they had all had fun.
Well…you had certainly lost, though. Where are you?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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