Lindsay stares at you with that cruel expression for a while, a long while, and far longer than you feel comfortable with. But she's the giantess, and you're in the fishbowl, so there's not much you can do about it. She doesn't talk to you, unfortunately, but she eventually does pick you up out of the fishbowl. She carries you across her studio apartment and puts you back down on the middle of her dining table. Right when you're starting to wonder what she plans to do with you, you're suddenly surrounded by darkness. A quick walk around your small, circular prison and a few taps on the ceramic walls reveal that she's put a mug upside down on top of you. You hear muffled noises coming from outside that you think sound maybe like Lindsay leaving her apartment, but you're not sure. In any event, soon there's silence. You try moving the mug, but it's just too heavy, so you give up and go to sleep.
You wake up a few hours later to a lot of bustle and noise from outside. You're just starting to wonder if you're hearing multiple voices when the mug is lifted off. You struggle to adjust to the light as you hear nothing but loud, high-pitched squeals. Once you can see, you see before you the nightmare scenario: a gaggle of giddy young women, all staring directly at you with surprised, gleeful expressions on their faces. You can tell right away that they've all had a few drinks. What time is it?
"See, I told you he was real," says Lindsay to the others. "Now it's time for the fun."
She looks down on you. "Here's how this is going to work. I'm going to let my friends tell you about themselves, and then you're going to pick who you want to own you."
"Own me? But what's my say in all this?" you ask, which prompts a round of raucous laughter from the women. You decide not to continue to protest.
"That's great," says the girl to Lindsay's left, a short, fit girl with short, dark hair. "Why don't I go first. I'm Jacqui," she says, doing a mock curtsy for you. "I'm ... well, let me just tell you what we'll do together. I'm going to put massage oil all over my body, and you can run up and down, just like a slip-n-slide. And I'll make sure you get to go ... everywhere."
Hey, that doesn't sound half bad. The next girl starts.
"Hey, I'm Alexandra," she says. She's tall with a strong build, but she still seems very feminine. "I could lie to you, but I'll tell you the truth, I don't want to be your friend. I'm going to throw you in the toilet, and I'm going to go right on top of your head. But I won't flush you ... maybe."
"Yeah, that sounds like fun, even though you'd only have him for about ten minutes," says the third, a tall, skinny girl with long blonde hair. "See, I think it'd be more fun to just throw him in a pot of water and start boiling it. See how long he makes it until he screams." She looks down at you. "I'm Hailey. How does that sound for a fun date night, cutie?"
This is getting a little horrific. Do you really get to choose, or is this all just a trap? You turn to the last girl, a short, sweet-looking girl with reddish-brown hair and a sweet smile. "Hi," she says. "I'm Hannah. I think we could have a lot of fun together. I'd even shove you up my pussy..." You smile, relieved. "... during my period." Your smile disappears.
Well, they're all staring at you expectantly. Looks like they're waiting on you to choose one of them.