"Yes George! You can do it!" Ian cheered and clapped as I stuffed spicy chicken wings in my mouth. It was an eating competition, a competition where hungry people like me belonged."Ian, this-this is too spicy! Tissue please!" I called out to Ian who rushed to me with a box of tissue papers. Water was streaming down my eyes and nose and sauce dripped from my mouth as Ian tried to wipe it. Gross, but tasty.Initially, the competition was fun with delicious chicken sliding down my tummy. The pepper sauce was so hot that I was afraid I would have to sit in the bathroom the entire next day. The sun was shining brightly and the ground felt like a hot, iron pan which just added to my bathroom worry. I hoped that my bladder would be alright.Clark was leaning against a car and coolly staring at me competing with a bunch of gigantic men, thrice my size. I was still aiming to win and maybe I could with determination and loosening my pants buttons.Some men gave up and passed out on the chairs
"Aw, Ian! You're so sweet," I cooed as I looked at the bowl from which candies were spilling out. I playfully pecked Ian's cheek in delight and giggled. Clark scoffed as I unwrapped one of the fruity flavoured candy and relished it's tangy taste."I need to wash my hands and face. I'm getting sweaty," I said to Clark and Ian and headed to the open stands where wash basins were located.I hummed some random song and washed my dirty hands when an old man, probably in his late seventies came to wash his hands too. He gurgled and the noise made me gag. I narrowed my eyes at him when suddenly he removed his teeth set and I gasped.I didn't realize it was fake for a few seconds. I blinked rapidly as he coolly washed the fake teeth set. I laughed loudly when realization hit me and all the people nearby looked at us amusingly. I explained to the people in between my laughs and they didn't really get much of the joke. They looked at me as if I just stole their mother and quietly walked away.I
"Are you alright?" Ian asked, his voice laced with concern and I nodded faintly. He was holding my stringy hair as I was spewing behind the bushes."Here." Clark offered me a bottle of water. I snatched it from him and narrowed my eyes. He should have been the one puking behind the bush, not me. I washed my face and tried to clean the vomit with water. My nose scrunched up in disgust at the gooey mess."Do you feel better?""Lighter," I replied to Ian and he handed me a towel. I wiped my face and exhaled loudly. "My mouth still tastes like vomit, ugh. Brownie, would you like to kiss me now?""What?" Clark asked as he looked up from his phone."Come here, Brownie. Kiss me sexy ass," I said playfully and took a few steps towards him. He looked horrified and Ian laughed. "Come on, delicious Brownie. Don't be shy.""Ew, Georgia. You just . . . " he trailed off as I went after him."I didn't know you were capable of saying 'ew.'" I chased him around until I came across a few sweet stalls.
"Hello, George," Ian greeted through the phone and I sloppily got up from bed.I asked wearily, "What happened Ian?""Clark and I were going to-wait, are you alright?" he said, his voice laced with concern and worry."No, I'm sick.""Why? I mean what happened?""It's not that severe---""Do you want me to bring you something? Or take you to the doctor?" he bombarded me with a series of questions and I exhaled loudly.I said a bit forcefully, "No, it's nothing really.""It must be something George. Is it cold or fever?""Neither.""Then what is wrong?" he asked again and I hesitated. "What is it George? You're such a tough cookie, you---""Nothing! I just . . . ate a lot yesterday and my bladder got all weird," I admitted in a low voice, trying my best to not get embarrassed."Oh," Ian said and there was a long pause."Yeah, so I need to go to the bathroom again, you know," I said awkwardly and sprinted to the bathroom."Oh yeah, sure. Take care and if you need anything, you can---""D
"Oh my god! Yes, I did it!" I squealed when I saw the football hit the goal. Clark, Ian, I and some local boys were playing football with Ian, I and two boys in one team, whereas Clark and the others in the other team. Somehow I had managed to beat the other team and I was overjoyed to see Clark groan in defeat."That was so cool, George!" Ian came running to me and we did a hard chest bump. I was so caught up in the moment that I forgot I had boobs. The moment after our chests collided, I sat down in embarrassment and a slight pain."I'm so sorry George. I forgot you had erm . . . " Ian trailed off and I laughed awkwardly."Ah, no that's fine. It's hurting but I can't possibly put bandage over my boobs now, can I?" I massaged my tits and Ian just stared at me. He seemed so guilty for initiating the chest bump in the first place. I assured him that I was fine so he reluctantly went towards Clark.By now, a small crowd of the boys playing with us gathered around me. Their gaze was fixe
The game completely exhausted me. Clark and Ian had to drag me to the nearby juice bar so I wouldn't faint and possibly die. We slipped into the booth and I sighed wearily. We slowl scanned through the menu and I couldn't settle for one juice or smoothie. There were just so many options and my head was spinning already."Hello George, Ian and . . . the new boy," the waitress approached us and greeted."He's Brownie---""Clark," Clark interjected as if he expected me to say something stupid."Oh yes, right. You're already quite popular around the town. I can see why," the waitress that was Kelly said and gazed lovingly at him. Our town was pretty small so any news especially about a hot nerdy guy moving in would spread like wildfire.Clark didn't say anything and he looked down to browse through the menu. I smiled at Kelly and I clearly didn't miss her excess amount of cleavage exposed. Her breasts looked two perfect, round mounds which couldn't go unnoticed through her flimsy, white s
"Let's do something fun Brownie. I'm bored here!" I whined and stretched myself on the floor. Clark peeked through the papers he was working on and raised his eyebrow, questioning my spread eagle position on the floor.We both were alone in Clark's house and he was busy with some business stuff. I enjoyed teasing and troubling him when he was working, but he completely ignored me. I rolled on the floor for some time to kill time, then I started tickling Clark's leg, but he seemed unaffected. Now, I was just lying on the floor."Get up," he said in a low, cold voice and I frowned."You're not the person who bosses around here. I'm your caretaker, not the other way round.""Get up," he repeated in irritation and I grinned. My arms outstretched and my legs spread, I moved them like I was creating a snow angel."I'm not going to get up. It's nice down here," I said, wiggling myself and noticed Clark's pained expression. Only then I realized how I looked like in a spread eagle position, or
Clark drove the car to Peaches and Kyle's school and we got down once we arrived. Clark followed me as we both stood at the gate like numerous other parents waiting for their kids to come.The school bell rang and Clark looked up from his phone. We saw two familiar tiny figures approaching us. Kyle's arms were wrapped around Peaches as they both slowly walked. Peaches was crying and Kyle was consoling her.I bent down and asked, "Why is she crying?""Somebody pushed her favourite pencil down the desk, we couldn't find it," Kyle answered and I sighed. "I'll buy you a packet of fancy pencils so stop crying, okay?" I offered and fixed Peaches' coat.She nodded and sniffed. Peaches always got worried over silly stuff. I wondered what would happen to her when she grew up and would have her periods. The worst was yet to come."Bownie!" Peaches eyes lightened up as Kyle pointed to Clark. It seemed that Peaches forgot about her pencil as they both hugged Clark's knees.I glowered at Clark fo