Couch girl

"Oh, yeaaah," Kayla whispers deviously. "Lacy just had a breakup and she's been needing a rebound." You see the thicker, shorter girl in her underwear, working on another beer. She doesn't look unhealthy or like she doesn't take care of herself, more just like she's somebody with a naturally stockier build. She is definitely stacked, though.

"Are you sure she's open to having me, uh, help her?" You question.

"Yeah," Kayla said. "Aww, look at you, no bigger than a penis and thinking about consent. That's really cute" she says, poking you in the belly button. "I'm going to fuck your brains out later," she whispers, so casual and low that you almost missed it. It was about more than just ethics. Women who didn't want to be serviced by a tiny usually didn't take getting surprised very well. "No, we all agreed earlier that if you didn't want to be part of the fun, then you either stayed off the first floor or tied a red ribbon around your waist. She's down here and not wearing a ribbon, which means she's open to being surprised" Kayla explains. Then, she walked forward, called out to a friend in the kitchen, and then dropped you over Lacy as she walked past. There's a rush of air, and then you land and bounce on the couch. The world spins for a second before you find yourself between the knees of a gorgeous, slightly thick giantess. She hasn't noticed you yet.