Turning back and forth, glancing between the ravenous arachnid, temporarily stunned from freddy using the knife in self defense, and the titanic upper portion of his twin-sister’s body, Freddy looked down and cursed under his breath. “Shit,” he whispered, looking at Amber. “I really don’t want to run past my sisters giant boobs,” he started to say, but turned his attention to the wounded spider which was still in pursuit. “But I really don’t want to get eaten.”
“That’s it then, we’re getting Samantha’s attention,” Amber said, springing to her feet and grabbing freddy by the hand. The pair of half-centimeter humans continued to trek atop Sam’s toned, exposed, bare stomach, and made it in between her giant breasts.
“Damn, your sisters well off,” Amber laughed, trying to ease the tension, while also glancing back over her should and noting that the spider was still slowly hunting them.
She turned and saw Freddy shiver, clearly grossed out by that thought. “God, don’t remind me,” he mumbled.
“Yeah, just imagine if she rolled onto her side right now. Her little bug brother would be smashed between her boo….”
“Alright shut up!” He shouted. The spider seemed to be recovering from its injuries and picking up speed. “We gotta move,” he said, running between the soft fleshly hills and past her collarbone.
The tiny duo managed to stumble onto the soft, memory foam of Samantha’s pillow. “There, her ear!” Amber screamed, as the pair made a mad dash for it.
“Samantha! Help us!” Freddy frantically began to yell along with Amber. They saw the spider making its way up her shoulder, zeroing in on them.
Did their plan work?
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