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Here's another RP. This one is a fairly generic beach RPRelated content
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I warily walked up to the giant hand and tensed up slightly at the hand caressing me. She had to be an ulterior motive for being so friendly to me... but I had a secret fantasy of being with a giant beauty, so I didn't complain. I never thought that I'd ever be able to live this out, but why did I have this horrible feeling nagging at me?
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LindseyΒ smiles sweetly for two reasons: One, she's glad that you trust her enough to come with her, even though you've literally just met her and she must look enormous to you; two, Β she's always secretly wanted to be a giantess, but being around a shrunken, cute boy is the next best thing. Her blue eyes grow wide in her mouth grows wider as it opens in a O. She'd always dreamed of holding a person in the palm of her hand, but she never thought it would actually happen. She never imagined you're crawling onto her skin would tickle like the way a bug's legs tickle when crawling on someone's skin. She gently lifts her hand up till it's level with her breasts. Her giant eyes examine you carefully. She giggles. "You're really cute. What's you're name?"
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I just find myself staring at her voluptuous body as she carries me up toward her face. She was actually quite an attractive woman, even at my normal size... I end up staring into her giant blue eyes. It felt like they were piercing right through me, but I could look at them all day... "Um... my name is Ben. You... You are going to help me get back to normal, right?"
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"My name is Lindsey," the giant looking young woman says. "I'll try to help you, Ben, but I don't know how I'm going to get you back to normal. People aren't supposed to be able to shrink. That only happens in stories and movies. But, I can take care of you until we figure something out. Would you like to come home with me, or do you have friends or family that can take care of you that you'd rather be with?"
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I nodded, having secretly been into those stories. Of course, I was still wary about a ulterior motive... Against my better judgement, I replied, "If you're serious about taking care of me, I'd rather you take me... I don't want this getting out, and I don't want them to worry..."
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She smiles excitedly. She will finally have a little guy she can take care of who can fit in the palm of her hand... Among other things. And since she may never be able to find a way to reverse whatever happened to you, she might just have you forever. But always seeing herself as the gentle giantess rather than the devious kind, she thinks about your family. "But won't people be worried about you if you don't contact them. They might think you're dead or missing if you don't at least contact them somehow."
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I sighed. "I don't know... they might be worried about me, but how do I tell them that I've been shrunk and getting help from a complete stranger?"
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"That would be difficult to explain, but you should at least tell them you're safe somehow. And hopefully we won't be strangers for long since we'll be living with each other for who knows how long," Linsey says with a smile. "Come, let's get to my spot on the beach." She stands up slowly with you in the palm of her hand level with her blue bikini clad breasts. She walks towards her towel, leaving yours behind.
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"I suppose I should say something..." I say, wondering what exactly I should tell them... I try not to stare at her, now enormous breasts as they swayed back and forth with each step... suddenly finding sand very interesting, I noticed something. "Um... could you take my things with you when you go?"
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She stops in her tracks, causing her breasts to bounce like those female fighters in those DOA games and others like it. She had been staring down at you the entire time, finding you very fascinating. She almost giggles when she saw you being a tiny gentleman and looking away from her breast which must have been so tempting to stare at. After all, she leveled you there because she wanted them to be stared at. Not many men look at her with such desire. She wanted to know how that felt. She blushes when she realizes that she left your things. "Sorry about that. I should have known you'd want them once we figure out how to get you back to normal." She turns and walks back to your towel.
(By the way, is it just a towel or do you have more things in your spot?)
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(There's a notebook, and my phone... that's it.)
"Y-y-yeah..." It was getting harder to keep from staring at her breasts... "J-just... d-don't l-leave them beh-hind..."
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She crouches down in front of your stuff and manages to carry it all in her free hand by dangling the towel on her arm, clutching your phone in the free hand, and balancing the notebook on top of her free hand. "I got it all and didn't even have to use both hands. Otherwise, I might have had to put you in my cute little friend in my cleavage." She grins down at you and stands up at her full height again. She walks toward her stuff.
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"Y-y-yeah... t-that's gr-great!" I said, staring up at her, and when I looked down, I was getting a face full of her cleavage. I saw myself staring at her breasts for a little bit too long... after a moment, I snapped out of my trance and turned around.
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She manages to see you staring and just smiles. She makes it to her spot and sets your things down. "Would you like to come home with me now or would you like to have some fun on the beach with me?"
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"Um..." I tried not to stare again... "I-I don't want you to interrupt your day at the beach... I guess we could have a little fun..."
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"Well, what would you like to do? We could go for a dip in the ocean, or maybe we could build a sand castle tall enough to be a real castle for you. Any suggestions?"
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"Um... if it's okay with you, I'd rather not go into the ocean... I don't want to be swept away, or eaten by some fish..."
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"That big ocean must look even more gigantic to you now. How about we just lie here and relax. I could use a tan." She takes a seat and then lays down on her back, but not fully. Her elbows are propping her up to keep her from laying down completely. She places you on her flat, sexy stomach with has soft smooth skin. "You can rest too, but if your afraid someone might see you, I won't blame you if you need to hide anywhere in my body. You're safety is important." With that, she lays on her back.
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I look at her as she started laying down. She invited me to hide on her body if I didn't want to be seen. And that would be a bad thing... I stared at her breasts again. I wasn't sure how she'd react, but I climbed over her bikini and sank into her cleavage. I hope she wouldn't be too mad...
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She smiles when she feels you crawl inside her cleavage. Feeling your tiny body against the skin of her tight breast sends a shiver of pleasure through her body. She had always wanted to know what it felt like to have a person between her breasts, but she never thought she'd like it so much. "I see you've chosen my breasts, eh? Good choice. They'll keep you snug and protected. I hope it's not too tight in there for you. Is it soft in there?"
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"Um..." I paused. "Y-yeah, it's soft in here... but it's a little hot..."
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"You can scoot up further and poke part of your body out if you think that will cool you off."
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I do exactly that, and I poke out my head. "I guess that's better, thanks."
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"You welcome." She smiles and rubs the top of your head with one giant finger. "I'm happy you chose my cleavage rather than some other hiding spots that come to mind. If you like it in there, you can stay between them on the way home. Would you like that, little guy?"
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I was genuinely surprised. "Y-Yeah... I would like that..."
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"Good, because I had a plan to keep you in there anyway." She lays her head back down and closes her eyes, bathing in the sunlight. "Tell me if it gets too hit for you."
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"Will do..." I laid down against her breasts. It was pretty hot, but it was really soft, too... before I knew it, I was starting to doze off...
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When you wake up, you find yourself still in Lindsey's cleavage. She has just packed the things in car and was about to open the car door when she feels movement. "Are you awake in there? You dozed off for quite a while."
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"Huh?" I woke up. "Yeah... I'm awake... did you remember my things?"
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"Yes, they're in the back with my things." She gets into the driver seal and buckles up. "You still want to stay in my comfy cleavage, right?"
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"Yes, please..." I snuggle up and get comfortable. "By the way, you don't mind me being here... do you?"
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"I don't mind at all. You'd think I'd be disgusted by having a person I've just met touching my breasts, but there is something about you being tiny that makes me forgive you. In fact, I enjoy having you there a lot. My cleavage seems to be a practical carrying place for tiny people."
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I chuckled. "I guess I'm just irresistable..." I clear my throat. "But seriously... I guess it really is a convenient place to carry tiny people... I'm definitely enjoying this..." I caught myself. "Um... not in the way you're thinking of, though..."
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"Oh?" She raises her eyebrow and starts the car. "In what kind of way are you enjoying being between my big breasts?"
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I froze up. "Um... I'm... uh..."
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"You can't think of any thing to say? Then does that mean you do like being between my breasts in the way you say that I think you do?" She shifts the car into drive, waits for traffic and then turns onto the road.
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I froze up again. "Wh-What way do you think I like them?"
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"I think you might like it more in a... well... a perverted way, but please don't be offended by the term. It's just the only word I can think of for the term." She doesn't look down at you and doesn't sound mad at all; she sounds more intrigued than anything. She watches the road and drives carefully as usual.
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I froze up, staying silent. I didn't want to admit it, but she was probably right. I just didn't want to think in a perverted way... but oddly enough, she didn't seem to be upset. Did she like this, too?
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(I don't see beach Roleplays everyday, especially shrinking at the beach. Now may I try something different? I wish to see if I can push past my limits. May I Roleplay R this time? I'm just seeing if I can do more.)
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(Sure. We can go with R as long as your comfortable doing so. I take it that your character is going to try and get the attention of the woman tanning, then?)
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(I'd rather see what would the situation be around the children, my character just turned sixteen, maybe he could see if he can find a caring teenager around the children?)
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(Sure, I can have one of them have an older sister or something.)
At the sand castle for the moment is two kids, one female and one male. The boy looks like he's about eight and the girl appears to be about ten or something. Both look related. They also have an older sister about 16 wearing a tight bikini and bathing in sun a few yards behind the playing children. Maybe this family can help you.
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Jake starts to make a plan in his thoughts. At his current side the kids could easily mistake him for a toy, or do something terrible to him. Like enslave him, making him a pet, or just kill him without a second thought! The teenager however... Well, she was hot, and he was a teenager as well. And he thought he might have a much better chance conversing with her than with kids. So long as she was a gentle person. Jake sprinted towards her, sneaking past the kids as best as he could. He stops in front of her enormous body. "How am I supposed to get her attention...?" He mutters, then an idea comes to mind. He runs towards her feet and tickled them. "DOWN HERE!" He shouts at her, hoping that tickling her would get her attention.
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She clearly feels him tickle her, because her giant toes twitch and her foot lifts away and sets down on another spot. This time with the bottom of her foot on the towel so that he can no longer reach under it! The giant teenage with the long black hair, little black bikini, and quite pale skin that never seems to tan doesn't even look to see who tried tickling her. She just assumes it was either her little brother or sister. "Quit tickling me you little brats," she says with quite frustration, but oddly enough, there is a bit of playfulness in it.
"We're not ticking you!" the "little" boy with shaggy dark brown hair and brown eyes that appears to be about eight years old says.
"Don't lie, Michael," she says, believing that because he's getting so defensive, it must have been him.
"It wasn't me it..." Michael suddenly spots Jake by his big sister's foot. "It was that little toy who did it."
"Sure it was." the older sister rolls her eyes from beneath her sunglasses and lies on the towel, not bothering to look.
Michael snatches Jack up in his chubby "little" hand. He's not all that careful, either not knowing his strength or not realizing that Jake is a tiny person, and he lifts Jake up to his giant child face faster than Jake would have liked. "Cool!"
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Jake's face went rather green, the sudden grip and motion of Michael felt like a drop tower to him. He glares at Michael for treating him like some action figure. A thought just came to Jake, he was totally helpless! He couldn't escape the chubby hand which held onto him, nor could he plead with a little kid who thought he was a toy! He would probably treat Jake worse if he found out Jake was a human! Yet, seeing no other option, Jake takes a deep intake of breath. He then yells at the top of his lungs, hoping that the teenager may actually pay attention and rescue him, and silently praying she wouldn't do anything worse. "I'M NOT A TOY!" He screams. "I'M A HUMAN BEING WHO IS SOMEHOW TINY! PLEASE PUT ME DOWN!" He pants heavily, he never screamed so loud in his life.
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Unfortunately, Sarah, the seventeen year old with pale skin and a black bikini, doesn't hear Jake's tiny voice, but fortunately, the other little girl does. The ten year-old girl who has similar hair as Michael holds out her hand, palm up. "Michael, can I see?"
"No way!" Michael places his other hand cupped over Jake and holds him against his bare chest. One might think it protectively, but it's more like a child being selfish and not wanting another to see his "toy". "I saw it first, Lizzie! It's my toy."
"Please, Michael, let me see him. I won't hurt him." The fact that she's saying "him" rather than "it" might be because she over heard Jake and believes he's a tiny person. Or, she just good and make believing toys are real people.
"You can't hurt a toy, stupid. They're toys. They're not real."
"Then what's the harm in letting me see him?"
Michael glares at her, but then reluctantly lets his slightly older sister have his new found "toy". He drops Jake not to gently in Lizzie's tiny, but still gigantic compared to Jake's three-inch body, hand. Lizzie cups her other hand next to her hand to give Jake as much room as possible. She smiles down at Jake full of wonder. "Wow, are you really a real tiny person?" Lizzie whispers.
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Jake sighs in relief as he finally had a chance to live, as an actual human rather than a toy. "Yes... Yes I am I guess, though I have no idea why I'm this small. I used to be as big as you! Thank you for saving e from being a toy... Please don't make me a toy or anything, I just want to be like myself again... I'm Jake..."
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The ten year old smiles. "I'm Lizzie. You won't be a toy, I promise. But could you please play with us? It would really be fun having a little friend." The ten year-old looks down at Jake with pleading blue eyes.
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Jake debates in his mind whether to or not. If he did he might be at the mercy of the greedy Michael, who thinks of him as a toy, however Lizzie would probably become his friend if he played with her. Giving him a better chance at survival. If he did not the heart-broken Lizzie might become angry or depressed, leaving him in a more worse state, and her brother might take advantage of her letting him go. And take Jack as his prized toy once more. "Well... Alright... Just, just make sure he doesn't grab me!" He points a shaky finger at Michael. "I don't want him to make me his toy!"
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