This choice: You fall off the bed, and plunge deep into the bag of "Tasty Tinies"! • Go Back...Chapter #4A Literal "Tasty Tiny" by: Unknown With your last chance scream of fear drowned out by your giantess dormmate’s thundering cry of happiness as Westland scored a goal, you plummeted off the edge of her bed unnoticed. Chelsea, being a total sport nut, had her gaze firmly fixated on the TV screen, and didn’t even catch the drama happening right beside her cheek. She just kept watching the game, smiling from ear-to-ear and enjoying the quality time with you (as ironic as that was).
Having fallen off the edge of the bed angled to the left, your eyes widened in horror and your arms and legs pinwheeled frantically as your one-inch tall body brushed past Chelsea’s hand, which was resting on the lip of the “Tasty Tinies” bag, and dropped right inside the bag. The absolute worst place for you to possibly end up was, of course, exactly where you now found yourself.
Smacking into the few disturbingly human-shaped chips at the top of the bag, your squishy body crumpled a bit upon landing, and you sank down into the bag a few inches, several chewy potato chips sliding over your body. Only slivers of light from the opening of the bag shone upon you now, and you fought desperately to wiggle your way out of the bag, even as the chips all around you pressed in against you.
Settling down from her sudden, excited outburst, Chelsea resumed digging into her bag of “Tasty Tinies”, scooping up a handful with her slender hand, which promptly retreated from the bag. Thankfully, Chelsea’s roaming fingers missed you, but the act of her taking out chips upset the balance in the bag, and a few more chips rolled over on top of you, one crispy, unnervingly human hand poking you in the eyes.
Groaning, you shoved a chip off of you, and tried to leverage another chip to pull out your legs, which were half crushed and buried deep. Exerting incredible effort, you managed to hoist your lower half out from under the mound of chips, and now brought yourself to lying on top of all of the chips in the bag, panting heavily.
Another shout of joy erupted from the titanic brunette, soundwaves reverberating through the bag of “Tasty Tinies”. A second later, and the light from Chelsea’s room was blocked out by her gigantic, tanned hand once more diving into the bag for another helping of potato chips. Crying out, you stood up to break out into a sprint, somehow forgetting you were standing on an unbalanced pile of chips, and not solid ground.
You tripped immediately, faceplanting into the nearest chip, potato dust infiltrating your eyes. Tears welling up, you struggled to stand, only for Chelsea’s palm to slam down into your back, crushing you slightly and slamming your head into the chip you had landed on. The oblivious giantess dug deep this time, only pulling out her hand after snagging nearly fifteen chips.
As her hand retreated once more, her fingers closed together into a clenched fist, and you found yourself and then chip your now flattened head was stuck to scooped up into her grasp. Locked in her grip-like prison, you could only fight with all of your might to pry your head free from where it was lodged, adhered to the slightly stale tiny-human shaped chip, and yell at Chelsea to notice you.
Thankfully, fate cut you a bit of a break, as your beautiful dormmate simply uncurled her fingers and picked chips from her palm one at a time, instead of dumping them all into her mouth at once. Unfortunately, her enrapturing eyes were still glued to the screen, even more so as Lakefield had managed to tie the score, and both teams were fighting neck-and-neck to win.
As one minute, and then two passed by, your head still hadn’t fully popped off of the “Tasty Tinies” chip it was stuck to, and you were getting desperate. Switching plans, you began kicking and punching Chelsea’s palm to the best of your ability (which wasn’t very much coming from a tiny like yourself). Sadly, years of volleyball and other sports and hardened Chelsea’s hands, and she didn’t feel a thing.
Three minutes later, and you felt twin pillars crash into your body, squeezing your legs flat. Those pillars were, of course, Chelsea’s fingers, and she was finally picking you up off of her palm, as you and the chip you were frustratingly stuck to were the only two left. Unable to do anything but let out a muffled cry to the heavens, you braced yourself for the worst, while silently praying for a miracle.
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