“Us next!” As Miranda comes up to you, you try to ignore the screaming and churning of her stomach, but given that it’s practically resting in your lap while she bends down to tie on the blindfold, you can’t help but shudder and sweat. Fortunately, Mira finishes quickly, squeezing your shoulder before backing off to her own chair. That awful noise is still only a couple of feet away from you, but you're thankful for any distance you can get.
You’re just getting used to being blindfolded as you’re suddenly hauled to your feet, firm hands under either of your arms and lifting you up off the couch. As Carrie and Taryn lift you, you feel your arms & elbows against their breasts, the soft flesh compressing under the brief contact. You thought about how large they must be, how many men’s lives it took to get them both into the d-cup range, and you imagined a nightmarish scene where your body was tilted upwards and sent plunging into either of their guts while you were blindfolded and unable to see it coming. You nearly ripped the blindfold off in fear, but the sudden spinning and giggling as your cousins tossed you about interrupted your thoughts.
Dizzy, you walk, one leg in front of the other as you stagger a bit, hip bumping against something solid. You hear laughter and giggling, and Mira, still struggling to contain her own giggles, directs you. “Left Max! Go Left!...Not that far left!” you hear over the sound of more laughter as you bump into the back of the couch. Some voices are only inches away from you, so you have a decent idea of where you are now at least, and you turn to the right of the couch and face the direction you believe the wall is in.
“Forward… and veer left a few feet. Whooo!” Mira shouts “Passed the first chair, now go right!”
“Why does it all have to be zig zags?” you complain as your knee collides with another chair.
“Because it’s like intestines!” Alexa shouts back at you, before Aunt Sofie adds, “It’s good practice for you all! You don’t want to leave your pred constipated!”
It takes a few more minutes, and a few collisions, but eventually you walk face first into the wall at the far end of the room. At least from having felt the paper on your forehead, you knew you were in the right spot.
“Ok… arm up… a little to the left… up… up… stop! Right there!” Miranda shouts at you, and you press the cutout against the paper, feeling it stick, and finally you remove the blindfold, seeing the skull of one of Mira’s past meals staring out at you from the photograph, right in the middle of the toilet bowl. But all you can think about is Mira’s past meal. The poor guy. Who even knew who he was, or what he’d been doing that day? Was he just some other hiker that had the misfortune of bumping into your cousin out in the middle of nowhere?
Turning around, you receive a round of applause from your assembled family; “Made it into the bowl!”, and “Good job, Maxie! Nice and tidy!”, “BULLSEYE!” from Miranda, jumping out of her chair in excitement as her current meal wailed shrilly in her stomach as she began a short victory dance, her gut swinging back and forth with her hips and jostling the man from side to side as Mira’s acids sloshes and splashed across his face.
With all the smiling and laughter, Miranda’s grin is infectious and you smile back at her, despite the grim fiction of the game being that your baby cousin just plopped you down right smack in the middle of the toilet bowl. Leah puts an arm around your shoulders and half hugs you as you sit back down on the couch, everyone’s attention now shifting to Rudy as Madelyn blindfolds him, lifting him up off the couch afterwards and spinning him about herself, like a dance partner.
Laughing with the rest of your cousins as you watch your brother turn about aimlessly and stumble over his own feet, you listen as Madelyn begins her directions. “Right… Right… a little more… good… Now, keep walking straight…” Madelyn whispers softly, following along a couple feet behind Rudy as she guided him not towards the wall, but towards the dining room table. “That’s it…” she whispers as he gets closer, and as his hips bump against the table, she steps right up behind him, pressed against his back as she wraps her hands around him and takes his hand in hers, guiding the picture through the bars of the cage.
“Right… there.” You see your brother shaking as Madelyn’s stomach rumbles loudly, ominously, still pressed against his back. He removes his blindfold but is still held in place by Maddie’s body, seemingly unnoticed by her, as her attention is entirely on the imprisoned man at this point.
“Did you ever see a photograph of my first husband? I don’t know if I ever showed you any. Well. I hope you enjoy the preview. I think it’s just about time to have dinner. Rrrgggmmmmbbbblleee.”
