This choice: Jack stuck on the girl's shorts and left with her • Go Back...Chapter #7Jack stuck on the girl's shorts and left wi... by: Tisch   Jack felt a bit of relief when the pressure on top of him began lessening. "She must be getting up," he thought. Jack was excited, he'll finally be released from this hellish little girl and will be able to recover. But, things didn't go accordingly for Jack. Though the pressure had significantly diminished, he still couldn't see nor did he have his normal breathing capability. Furthermore, Jack felt his body faintly move and stretch involuntarily. Then it hit him: he was stuck to the little girl's bottom. Apparently, her forceful playing had been enough to prevent Jack's body from peeling off of her shorts. And now, Jack was going wherever this mother-daughter duo was, without them knowing.
Despite obviously not wanting any more part of this girl or her ferocious behavior, Jack didn't have enough energy to push off of the girl himself. His whole body was aching, every limb, appendage, anything and everything. The one thing that was not affected by the girl sitting on Jack was his hearing. Since he had nothing else to do, because speaking would only gain him a mouthful of fabric, Jack listened on to the conversation between the girl and her mother.
"That movie was fun, mommy, but where are we going to next?" the girl cheerfully asked. "Well, home, of course. It's getting a little late to be pouncing around". The little girl pouted. "But... but!" she couldn't come up with anything. The mother warmly smiled. "It's all right, Katrina, we'll do something else tomorrow, okay? Right now, we should get home and prepare dinner". Disappointed, the girl walked in silence the remaining distance to the car. When she got there, Jack realized he was probably doomed.
Hopping into the car, Katrina landed with a little bounce, squashing Jack. He was now rendered completely useless, plastered further onto the girl's shorts. Jack moaned, but such a miniscule noise made no difference in his fate. When the car started moving, Katrina grew antsy once again. "Oooh, mommy? What are we having for dinner?". The girl began bouncing in her seat, her butt pummeling Jack, taking bits out of his consciousness every time he was pressed into them. "Calm down, sweetie, we'll be having chicken". Again disappointed by her mother's answer, Katrina quit bouncing and leaned back.
*SQUELCH*
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From the get-go at the movie theater, Jack had little chance of getting away from the bratty and very energetic Katrina. Her erratic behavior gave Jack a wild ride, and ultimately, cost him dearly. Jack would meet his end of days under the little girl, unable to handle the sheer strength that the girl's backside possessed. Though the stain would wash out in the next laundry cleaning, Jack's body would always be etched into the girl's shorts, an embarassing story that no one would ever likely come to discover...  |
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