Chapter #9Gross pranks. Deadly pranks Pt. 1 by: sneakyk   (young male giants. Foot focus, spit)
"C'mon little guy. Get out of the ship. Get out. I wanna see ya." Ian professes, rattling the submarine about and sending you tumbling around its interior. The swim briefs-clad tuber is very clearly trying to knock you out of the ship through the open door, almost as if you were a soda tab caught within a can. Struggle though you might to resist the tuber's attempts at claiming you from the machine as a prize, you find yourself dangerously close to the open door. Looking out, you can see his waiting palm below. The rumbling of the ship sends you tumbling out onto his palm before you can make any further attempts at escape. You land on his palm with a gentle thump and find yourself bathed once more in the light of the outside world. Now accustomed to the room temperature interior of the sub and its relatively subdued camera feeds, you're left struggling to adjust before it's too late.
What might be more difficult to adjust to, however, is the reality that you are now at the mercy of a pair of giant gradeschooler's. Ian's hand smells of sweat, salt, and sunblock. The soft, cushy surface is about the size of a large room. Eyeing you for just a moment, the boy casually tosses your ship onto the sands below, immediately earning the interest of his friend's Mudkip, who picks it up in his maw and begins trotting about with it. Before you can pay too much attention to your ship's predicament, you hear Ian's voice blaring out over you "Oh boy! Look, it really is a tiny! Hey little dude! Good job getting caught! Just kidding...nice work catching him Philip!" He says, high fiving his friend, luckily choosing to high five with hand you're not currently standing on, though the force of the clap is enough to cause his hand to bob up and down frantically , nearly knocking your tiny body off and onto the sands below.
"Um...I didn't do a lot. All I did was shove it in my undies." "Oh that's right~haha! Your ship can't even beat a speedo doofus!" "Haha. Yeah...it kind of felt funny. It's a good thing my swimsuit could stretch enough to fit it... You're left to listen to the boys' banter, and their casual , playful tone is enough to let you know that you're in a dire situation. As the boys chatter, you're passed about from palm to palm, mercifully only given a few gentle presses and pinches. Phillip seems a bit more humble and calm than his friend, judging by the conversation, but neither of the boys seem to be keen on showing you any empathy! "So..you have any ideas for how to play with him?" Ian asks. Phillip audibly hums, and it becomes clear that you don't have a lot of time left before the boys make you into a plaything and subject you to some cruel games.
You look up at Phillip's face, his lips closed and a finger pressed held against his cheek as he thinks, a loud "HMMMM" nearly drowning out your protests. "Oh. I know. Watch this Philip says before pinching around your tiny form, getting on his knees, and lowering you to the sand below. He slams his spare hand's pointer finger into the and and drags a trench about as deep as you are tall, then lowers you into it. "Ok Ian...I'm going to make a path for the little guy...he's gonna run....and you get to try to spit on him~" "Ahaha. Neat! Brilliant idea Philip!" Oh no. It seems the otherwise shy boy is no softy...and what's worse, he's creative in his cruelty ! You try to climb out of the trench he dug, only for the boy to slam a finger down beside you. "If you get out of the trench we can just step on you...don't be a dummy." He chides, the threat alone is enough to send a shiver down your spine.
And so the game begins. Phillip turns around and begins scooting backwards as he draws a path forward for you, and Ian's mighty feet smash down behind with booming THUDs, blocking off your escape route with his trampling feet. You're forced to run forward down the winding Phillip Ian carves for you. After a few more booming thuds from Ian you hear a sound resonating from high overhead. Instinctively leaping back, you just narrowly avoid getting pegged by an artillery round size blast of spit. Unfortunately you chose to dodge backwards...and with only a narrow path forward permitted, you're forced to charge through the spit lest Ian trample you underfoot.
The game continues for some time. Philip occasionally torments you , intentionally or otherwise, by adding branches to the path, making your experience not unlike being trapped in an ever-shifting maze. Eventually, though, the boy finally does allow you to a dead end...and quickly uses his finger to cave-in the sand behind you. Trapped in a tiny crater in the sand, you're left helples as Ian finally nails you with a spitwad, the horrifying force of the blast nearly crushing you in the process. The boys snicker at your situation before Ian plucks you up and wipes you dry against his swim trunks. You get the feeling things are only going to get worse from here...
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