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YOUNG LOVES YOUNG LOVE
George Lutz had gotten himself into a slight pickle. His exuberant over-reaction in drama had landed him in hot water with the nerdy, yet vicious Tanya Arellano. They hadn't spoken since they were paired, but the tension held by the green haired tower of person and the meek bug of a man was felt in the long silence.
George didn't want to speak first, and Tanya was just waiting for the moment to strike. Everyone had already gotten to going through their scene, but George was stalling as long as he could.
Then Ms. Young came.
"George, Tanya, I sense some tension. Come on, you two have the most romantic scene in the production! You have to like each other a little!" As far as icebreakers went, the ice between the actors was uncracked. "This animosity is great! Because once you overcome your mutual distastes, you can have a stronger relationship!" Young could encourage, but Lutz was a fearful man, and Tanya was a woman who could hold a grudge.
"Look, I'll give you two participation points if I can get one good kiss for the day. Then after that, just stare all you want." Young was really pushing this. She scooped Lutz off the floor, and put his face to Tanya's lip level. "Just one's enough."
George looked at the large whales of lips, slightly chiseled at by the cold, and decided to finally say something. "Look, Ms. Young, this is really awkward, and it's my first kiss and all an-"
"Your first kiss?!" Young gasped. She palmed Tanya's cranium and grinded her face into George, as the neck of Lutz performed Herculean feats of strength in an attempt to stay alive, until Tanya pulled away. Lutz saw green lipstick on his face, clothes, and Ms. Young's hand. "That was good, George. Look shocked."
The educator placed Lutz into Tanya's hand. "Now Tanya, you plant the kiss. Look less shocked." Tanya and George looked at each other. Before Tanya's mouth grew devil horns on its sides, as her mouth neared into George and pressed down on his face, sucking in air, as spit trickled down her cheeks onto George's face.The more Lutz gasped, the more water he took in. The water didn't taste fresh, as it was saliva and amylase. George pushed up on her chin, kicking in the direction of her neck, making no blows. George felt his world fade under the overtaking lips, as his legs slowed down, and his breath was unable to move to his hemoglobins. George slumped, prompting Tanya to let go, allowing George to fall onto the blue linoleum floor, hitting the back of his leg with a snapping crunch.
After a mere moment of one small body without a hint of a pulse, George gasped for air, coughing out Tanya's excess spittle that she had pumped into him, gagging at the invasion of his mouth, feeling up his leg's injury.
"Great! Now that's a conversation starter!" Young walked away, leaving Tanya looking down upon George, with a wet face, gasping for air, puking out the larger one's drool onto the floor, as he struggled.
"So, why do you hate me?" Tanya asked, intimidatingly.
"I... I-I don't! I just w-wanted someone else to be my partner," George said as generally as possible, still sputtering
"Someone else? Like Luna?!" She said, prodding at George's stomach, causing spit to leak from Lutz jowls.
"N-n-no! Never!" George lied, in pain, out of breath.
"Never? Why? Isn't she attractive enough for you, you Klutz?" Tanya interrogated.
"No! She's out of my league! Really! I just wanted someone else! I promise Tanya, please! I only have five cards left!" George pleaded.
"You know something, George, you're real sleazy, and you're real pathetic," Tanya said, continually poking at George's stomach.
"Y-y-y-ye-yes! I'm pathetic! I am! I am the filth that wishes to get stuck on your boot, only so I can get the personal treatment of you scrubbing me off with a dirty tissue! I am beneath you! Please!" George threw out anything.
Tanya squinted at George, and pressed her thumb down on his head, pressing one ear to the floor. "You know what, George, when you jack off to this exact moment later, just know that no matter what, you're not worth my time. Stay away from Luna, punk." Tanya released George's head from her grasp, and walked away.
Where was Ms. Young for that little number?
RURAL JOURNAL
"Yo, yo, yo, it's my main man, George Clooney, ah, yo, speaking of lost, you seen my-"
The hard clank of a hoe reverberated in the hallway. "Do you ever lose anything else, Travis?"
"I don't have much to lose sadly. But thanks for the hoe, Joe. See ya on the flipside, George Washington!" Lutz placed his hand on Travis' arm.
"Say, Travis," he said, as he looked into his eyes worriedly and with concern. "You worship Satan?"
Travis, with mild confusion, responded, "No, why, do you?"
Lutz took his arm off, and casually offered, "Just wondering, man." Travis nodded, and went off, when Robin just so happened to storm in right after.
"Was that Travis?" Robin strained out, as she loaded in a large crate of long lost knick knacks.
"You bet," Lutz chimed in, with a slight smirk.
"Did you ask him?" Robin asked with hope.
"Yes. And someone owes me 15 dollars!" Lutz put his hand out.
"Damn! Not even a little devil worship?" Robin scrounged around in her pocket and pulled out a torn and ripped ten, and a relatively decent five, and palmed it into George's open hand. "Aren't you the least bit curious about who he is?"
"If it gets me paid, he could be Northend in prosthetics for all I care," George said as he pocketed the loot. "Say, have you seen any bibles turn up recently?"
"Bibles? I didn't think kids here were religious..." she said as she quickly double checked around the shelves, before her mind clinked up a memory. "Say, remember that journal I found?"
Lutz sighed. "Vaguely, I remember you insisting it was Luna's and deciding to invade the author's privacy." Vaguely was a liberal word in the Lutz dictionary.
"Well, I have good news and bad news, concerning the journal," Robin said cringely. "Good news is, the author really does like you quite a bit."
Lutz spun around quickly, knocking his own chair down with a crash. "WHAT?!" He said, on the ground, struggling back up.
"Hold on Horny Hank, here's the bad news, and it's, rather bad," Robin unveiled.
"Rob, I've had a go to fantasy about most people in this school. I don't see a negative outcome," George put out foolishly.
"It's Jen Freeman."
George's eyes widened, sporadically pacing as he thought this over.
"And it's not really a crush, it's more of an obsession."
"Rob, what does that even mean?" George inquired. His mind raced with ideas of Jen of all people masturbating to him, of all people.
"See, she has a full blown crush on Daniel Knight, but she has a weird couple paragraphs about you. Hold on," Robin retreated to the back storage room, clanked and clinked a bit in there, and returned with the journal. She opened it up and flipped through, and searched for an example. "Ah, here." She fingered about at one page.
"Toying with George is some of the best times I'll ever have, and I can't say I do it all. George is the opposite of a man. He's a grimey and pathetic little geek. He's submissive, he's scared, he's tense, and it's because of those reasons that I love to torture him. I like to hurt him because he's designed to cater to my punches. He's cool like that" (Freeman 78).
George's eyes hadn't grown smaller the more and more he heard. But the fact that he got a whole paragraph or more in her life story showed how much of an effect he had on her.
It was also pretty goddamn creepy.
BASKETBALL
George, because of his burning lust, had always wanted to be paired with Luna for anything, but pure statistical science meant it didn't happen often, but it also meant it happened occasionally.
And even if Luna was ginormous in PE, and Lutz was utterly miniscule, he could play basketball with her anyday.
Besides, they fixed up basketball so that the balls would change size faster, so hopefully Lutz could actually show off his skills to Luna this time. They had been paired up, and the introductions were simple, toss the ball to each other gently. Lutz started off. This is your chance George, don't mess this up. He looked up to the massive Luna, the pungent odor of her sole taking up the entire aroma, and with all his might, George sent the ball up, as Luna lowered her hand to her knee, the ball hit her palm, and in a slick second, it became massive.
"Whoo!" Lutz offered. Luna sent back a cool smile, as she held her ball in front of her chest and pushed it forward down, and the massive ball slammed down onto George crushing every bone in his body and leaving him as a smear at an instant's notice.
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"George Lutz, you have four death cards remaining."
Lutz always wondered what that boring receptionist's name was. He guessed it was Sandpaper Woman. It seemed fitting. He had no actual clue, though.
Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
Hope this is better with detail, if not, I'll keep trying till I make something decent.
Chapter End Notes:
If you feel a character is misrepresented, just remember this is a slightly different take from one character perspective.