This choice: See how the Tortoises are doing • Go Back... “Is that comfy?” Lindsey asked as she walked down the dirt path with her two fellow campers and their partners.
Kid held his arms close and threw them from side to side to twist himself until he was up to his nipples in the blonde babe’s bodacious boobies. “Yeah, this is nice. Your boobs are really soft and warm.”
“Aww, that’s so sweet,” Lindsey happily cooed. Lots of people said nice things about her chest. However, the words felt more special coming from her latest and cutest boyfriend.
Walking alongside them, Gwen stared apprehensively at the boy in her hand. “Did you wanna—?”
“Oh, I definitely want to. You’ve got great-looking boobs,” Steven said with an oddly childlike sincerity. “But it’s okay if you’re not ready. I can wait.”
“Whoa, your guys are so well-behaved,” Bridgette commented, holding a struggling Mabel tightly in her fist. “I can barely keep this one still for five seconds.”
“Screw being still when there’s dick and pussy that needs eating!” Mabel irately protested as she shot dirty looks at the tiny boys. “Look at you two. Sitting all nice and cozy like dogs waiting for treats that will never come. You’re both traitors to everything that is minizora!”
“Um, I just loved on a hot girl’s clit, and now I’m in her boobs,” Kid pointed out as Lindsey beamed. “What more treat could I want?”
“And I’m trying to be considerate of my new partner,” Steven added. “She’s not as knowledgeable as us, so I have to take my time so I don’t overwhelm her.”
Gwen appreciated the tiny boy’s consideration, but sneered at his condescension. He was just so matter-of-fact about it, too. “Is this a minizora thing? Are girls the horny ones, and guys are more laidback about it?”
“Nah. Dipper’s as horny as me, and I’m pretty sure the boy not staring at your eyes has his mind on the same thing,” Mabel indicated. “I’m just a girl who knows what she wants. In this case, to go pussy-diving and take someone’s minizora virginity.”
“I’m being pressured into sex by a tiny twelve-year-old,” Bridgette stated bluntly. “Worse, unlike when guys do it, I get the feeling she’s probably gonna get her way.”
“Based on everything Chris said, I’m pretty sure he’s counting on us getting freaky with these guys,” Gwen reasoned, letter her gaze linger a bit too long at Steven’s shlong. “All that talk about extra cameras and stuff, ya know.”
“Is that so bad?” Lindsey asked, petting her boy’s blond head. “Kid’s been the best guy to take me to be in years. He’s fun, thoughtful, and knows all the right ways to touch a girl. Why wouldn’t I want more of that?”
“Um, the cameras, for one,” Gwen reminded. “I know this show’s aired a lot of our dirty laundry before, but they always kept the sex stuff, at most, implied. Now, it’s full frontal. Do you really want millions of strangers to see your naked ass on TV?”
“I don’t mind.” “Me neither.” “I will blind the world with my flashing!” said the minizoras.
“Okay, you little perverts don’t get a vote,” Bridgette chided, wagging her finger at her partner. “The rest of us still have a shred of dignity we want to—” Steven snorted a laugh. “—keep… Got something to say, small fry?”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to be mean. But, um, as someone who’s been called a whore a lot, aren’t you the same? I’ve watched the show, and you’ve all put your bodies on display to be humiliated just for the chance at money.”
Kid urgently raised his hand. “Oh-oh-oh! I think I know this one. Jo told me.” He cleared his throat. “We’ve defined the terms. Now we’re just negotiating the price.”
Bridgette glowered sternly as Gwen and Steven fought to not snicker while a finger silenced Mabel’s uproarious guffaws. The worst part was that she couldn’t think of a counter. Her friends back home had also called her out for whoring herself on TV like this. It just somehow didn’t feel real until a tiny and proud child slut said it.
“Who’s Jo?” asked Lindsey.
“She’s like my sister, but she’s also my owner. She and our mom, Flo, taught me all about how to make women happy.”
“Oh, so you’ve been with other girls?” Lindsey asked with a fake laugh. “H-how many?”
Kid nonchalantly shrugged. “I don’t know. We started renting me to customers who pay enough, but it’s mostly been Jo, Mom, and a few regulars at our diner. Although, it’s not just girls.”
“That’s pretty normal,” Steven interjected, sensing the big-booba blonde’s tension. “My mom’s a therapist and sometimes brings me to work to let clients, well, do whatever. I’m mostly like a therapy animal they like to pet, but I’m also good at giving some extra TLC.”
“Lucky,” Mabel huffed, finally freeing her face from the finger, yet her lower half remained trapped. “I wish I had a job like that. All I’ve got are friends and family. Specifically, I’ve got a brother whose cock feels like it was custom-made for my kitty, which it kinda was.”
“Wasn’t the point of this walk for us normal girls to chat about normal things with our partners away from the competition, crazy, and whatever Courtney has going on?” Bridgette asked in exasperation, looking at Gwen.
“For the record, I invited Courtney, but she refused,” Gwen sighed in disappointment. “I think she’s hooking up with Duncan again.”
“Alright, that’s two doses of crazy. Noted,” Bridgette observed.
“Okay, as someone who’s also slept around, I’m probably the last person who should ask this, buuut… how do I compare?” Lindsey asked, ignoring the others for something more pressingly relevant in her life.
“Kid, don’t answer,” Steven ordered, pointing at the blond boy before aiming up at the blonde teen. “And Lindsey, it’s never a good idea to compare. There’s always someone with bigger boobs, or a nicer-shaped butt, or whatever, and thinking about it will only make you feel bad about yourself. That’s how social media causes depression. Instead, just enjoy being with each other for who you are. It sounds like you like Kid, so see if you have any common interests.”
“Son of a therapist. Yeah, that checks out,” Gwen reasoned.
Steven added, “Also, minizoras are generally nice and friendly, but don’t say anything bad about our families and other loved ones. We get very protective of those who protect us, and I know it probably doesn’t sound like much, but you do not want to be on a minizora’s shit list.”
“It’s true,” Mabel agreed. “There was this one concert Wendy took us to, and a quote-unquote popular girl said some not-nice things that hurt her feelings. Long story short, and I’m not admitting to anything, but she had to change schools. No idea how many toes she had when she left, though.”
A long and painfully uncomfortable silence followed for several seconds. Well, uncomfortable for the big girls, anyway. The minizoras just shared knowing smirks as though laughing at an inside joke.
“I can’t tell if you’re joking or not, and I think that’s the scariest part,” Bridgette finally admitted.
Lindsey, however, demonstrated that being a big booba blonde didn’t negate her capacity for intelligence as she zeroed in on what truly mattered with her partner. “So, if someone made me cry, you’d defend me?”
Kid beamed and nodded. “You bet. We’re friends, and friends look out for each other.”
Lindsey squeed in joy as her imagination inserted a few extra words into her boyfriend’s statement. Overcome with glee, she reached under her massive boobage and pushed them up until Kid impacted squarely with her affectionate lips. Lindsey kissed the boy so hard that she accidentally sucked him into her mouth, but that wasn’t a problem. After all, her previous boyfriends always enjoyed it when she put them in her mouth. Also, Kid’s unique flavor was more scrumptious than the sweetest candy, making her bounce and shake her fists while squealing around her mouthful.
“Whoa, I’ll have what she’s having,” Gwen jokingly remarked, only to catch Steven suggestively wiggling his eyebrows at her. She then looked at Bridgette. “Screw being pressured. This guy’s just too damn charming.”
1 The trio of pairs still has more to say
2 What about the other campers in the woods
3 Check on the campers still in the cabins
4 Everyone gathers for breakfast  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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