Whistle

Stella spins around. “What you whistling at?”

“Your fat ass.”

Instead of slapping him, she squeals, “Oooo… you’re fun-sized!” and tucks him underneath her arm, dragging him home.

She plops her bodacious booty on his face. One sniff of her rump and he’s dizzy with desire, believing he’s found nirvana!

Until…

…her excited bounce busts his lip. It’s still pretty good, though.

Until…

…her crack squeezes his nostrils shut. She doesn’t notice his flailing arms.

In the knick of time, his tongue breaks free. Tickles her just right. She jumps up, squealing!

Little man survives to whistle another day.