(New Vacation Travel route this time it's the airport)
Your house phone rang, jolting you from your thoughts. You groaned, recognizing the urgent tone of your mother's voice. "Blaise! What are you doing? We're already late!" she called out, the sound echoing through the hallway. "We're going to miss the flight if you don't get your butt in gear!"
You sprinted downstairs, finding your mom holding your suitcase open, her eyes scanning the room. "What's taking you so long? We need to leave right now!" she exclaimed, her hands on her hips. You couldn't help but laugh a little at her flustered state; it wasn't like her to get this worked up over something as mundane as punctuality. But the trip you had planned with your friends was anything but ordinary.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" you assured her, grabbing your phone and wallet from the kitchen counter. Your heart raced as you thought about the adventure ahead. Jen, Lillian, and the rest of the gang were already waiting for you at the airport. The anticipation of seeing their faces light up when you arrived filled you with excitement. You had talked about this trip for months, planning every detail from the hotel to the theme park itinerary.
Your older sister, Ariadne, bounced into the room, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "You're finally ready!" she said, her voice bubbly. As she grabbed your arm, pulling you towards the door. "Come on, let's go!"
Your mother rolled her eyes at Ariadne's enthusiasm but couldn't help smiling. "Alright, you two," she said, picking up her own luggage. "Let's not keep everyone waiting." She paused, looking at you with a hint of concern. "And Blaise, remember, we're all in this together. We need to stick together and look out for each other."
You nodded solemnly, understanding her unspoken warning about the potential drama that could arise from your entangled romantic situations. But as you stepped into the car, you couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the prospect of spending quality time with the girls.
When you arrived at the airport, the sight of Lillian and Jen waiting by the check-in counter was a welcome relief. They both looked stunning, their figures hugged by form-fitting outfits that showcased their ample assets. Jen's hazel eyes lit up as she saw you, her cheeks flushing slightly as she gave you a warm smile. Lillian, on the other hand, greeted you with a loud, exaggerated fart that echoed through the bustling airport. "What, you don't like my air freshener?" she quipped, waving a hand dramatically. Despite the noise, you couldn't help but laugh at her antics.
Jordana and Sheila were standing a few feet away, chatting with each other. They both looked incredible in their travel attire; Jordana's tight leather pants highlighted her curvy figure, while Sheila's flowy dress accentuated her voluptuousness. The moment they spotted you, they broke into wide grins and waved you over. Sheila's waves bounced around her shoulders, and the way she moved suggested she was already planning some kind of prank. Jordana, ever suspicious one, offered a more subdued smile, her green eyes appraising you from behind her sunglasses.
"Hey, twerp!" Jordana called out, her hand shooting out to give you a playful punch on the shoulder. You stumbled back slightly, feigning pain, and she cackled with glee. "How are you holding up with those two lovebirds?" she asked, jerking her thumb towards Jen and Lillian, who were now glaring at her.
"I'm fine," you replied, rubbing your shoulder. "Thanks for asking."
Miriam leaned in closer, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "But before we all head to security, I've got a little surprise for you," she whispered, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, corked vial filled with a dark blue liquid. "Zuleima whipped this up for me. It's supposed to be a... let's call it a 'budget enhancer' for the trip," she said, waggling the vial.
"What does that even mean?" you questioned, eyeing the potion warily.
Miriam's grin grew wider. "It's a shrinking potion," she revealed with a dramatic flair. "One sip, and you'll be small enough to fit in my palm. Then, no pesky airline fees for you!"
Without giving you a chance to react, she uncorked the vial and squeezed a single drop onto the tip of her finger. Before you could protest, she popped it into your mouth. The taste was oddly minty and sweet, leaving a peculiar tingling sensation that spread from your tongue to the rest of your body. You felt your body lighten, your vision blurring as the world around you grew larger. Panic set in as you realized what was happening, but it was too late. You were already shrinking, and there was no turning back.
"Mom!" you squealed in a high-pitched voice, your words barely audible. You looked down at yourself, watching in horror as your clothes pooled around you, turning into a pile of fabric that could now easily swallow your shrunken form. You stumbled backward, trying to find something to hold onto as your perspective shifted.
Your mother looked down at you with a smirk, placing a hand on her now-massive rump. "Here's your hiding spot," she said, her voice echoing like thunder as she squatted, the fabric of her pants straining to contain her. You stared up in horror at the sheer size of her butt, the cheeks hanging like two heavy bags of flour, and wondered how you'd even fit.
But before you could protest, Ariadne stepped in, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Hold on, Mom," she said, her voice dripping with sass. "I want to carry him in my booty. It's been ages since I've had any quality time with my little bro."
Lillian and Jen both shot her a glare, their own arguments ready to spill forth. "Excuse me," Lillian began, her voice thick with irritation, "But he's my best friend, and I want to make sure he's safe and sound."
Jen, ever the diplomat, added her voice to the mix. "Yeah, and I don't trust anyone else to keep an eye on him," she said, her arms folding protectively across her chest. "We all know what kind of trouble you can get into, Lillian."
The two friends looked at each other, a silent battle of wills playing out before your very eyes. Meanwhile, you felt your heart racing in your tiny chest, the reality of your situation setting in as you looked around at the towering figures of the women you knew so well.
Jordana took a step forward, her hands on her hips. "Hold up," she said, her voice cutting through the bickering. "You all know I don't get to see him as much as you do. I deserve some quality time with the little guy."
The tension grew as each of the girls staked their claim, their voices rising in volume. The other travelers in the airport began to stare, some with confusion, others with amusement at the spectacle unfolding before them.
But it was Sheila who had the final say, her own argument delivered with a smug smile. "Look at me," she said, pointing to her voluptuous backside, which was indeed the largest of the group. "I've got the biggest butt here. It's only fair I get to carry him. "Mom!!!" Lillian and Jordana complain looking at their mom. after hearing all the arguments Miriam answered "_"
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