HTTYD - Day 19, Part 2

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Monday, November 2 (cont.)

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“You know, Claire asked me something kinda like, interesting today before practice,” Jessie mentioned as she tossed her backpack and gym bag into her room, referring to one of her volleyball teammates. Marcus had picked her up from school again today, and they’d just gotten home. “She wanted to know if we’ve ever wrestled before,” she said, grabbing a carton of juice from the fridge and pouring herself a cup, hungrily gulping it down while she looked to gauge her dad’s reaction.

“Uh… wrestled? You mean like after I shrunk?” Jessie nodded and set down her glass while Marcus mulled over the question. “Well, does she know how short I am?” he chuckled. Most people with DSD lost less than a foot of their height, but he’d lost more than half. It made him a minority case in an already minority population.

“Yeah yeah, I told her,” she shrugged with a smile. “Apparently one of her cousins developed it as a baby, so at family reunions all the other kids would wrestle with him. Like even though he was smaller than them, apparently he won a couple times because he was older so he had like, strategy and was a bit smarter and stuff. Like David and Goliath.”

“I can only imagine why you’d be bringing this up,” he smirked, knowing plenty well where this conversation was about to end up.

“She was the one who asked me!” Jessie insisted, defending herself. But after a few moments, continued, “Yeah though, it kinda made me curious.”

Marcus tilted his head to the side like an amped up TV wrestler, widening his eyes with faux craziness as he approached his daughter with an exaggerated strut. “Oh, so you think you can take me then?” he asked, lowering his voice while staring up at his daughter, putting on an animated personality while she bit her lip to keep herself from laughing at her dad’s antics. “You think you… can take me?!” he repeated, and shoved his arms against her thighs, attempting to shove her backwards. But she didn’t even budge, and the look on his face fell as he realized what he was up against. To him, she weighed as much as an 800 pound monster, but bundled up in the appearance of a teenage girl. But it was too late for him to back out now; he had already instigated a rivalry with his daughter, and she dawned a coy smile, cracking her knuckles as she slowly stepped toward him. “Oh… crap. Now that I already committed, I have to go through with this, right?” She giggled and silently nodded her head up and down. “And I can’t back out now and change my mind?” A head shake from the young giantess.

“Hey, you could win,” she said. “I dunno how, but you’re not that small.”

Marcus rolled his eyes, Oh yeah, I’m ‘only’ two and a half feet tall, big whoop. “You really believe I could take you down? Your friend’s cousin was probably playing against kids, and even then you said they didn’t win all the time. And you’re probably better at wrestling than a child.”

“Technically I am a child,” she said, and ushered him towards the living room, where the floor was carpeted and there was more space.

He sighed and followed her guiding hands to the other room. “You know what I mean, no need to make this any more humiliating for me.”

“And no,” Jessie continued, “I think I can beat you pretty easily. So I guess this is like more for me to see how fast I can win, instead of just if I can. But how about, to make it a bit more fair, I can only use one arm.” She tucked her left arm behind her back and got onto her knees. “And I have to play on my knees.”

“AND I only have to knock you over. But you still have to fully pin me down.” Marcus thought that his additions would make it more fair. “Even with all that, you’ll still probably beat me, but at least it’ll be a little more fair.”

Jessie shrugged her shoulders, “You’re right, I probably will still beat you.” She grinned and widened her legs apart, solidifying her knees’ stance, and held her arm out as menacingly as a single arm can be. Which, to her miniature father, was pretty menacing. “You ready?” Marcus nodded, bending his own knees so he was in a ready position.

They just sort of stood there for a few moments, each waiting for the other to make the first move. “You know, the longer you wait to attack, the longer I can say I lasted against you,” he said. Jessie grumbled and stomped forward on her knees, swiping towards his body with her free arm. But he dodged out of the way, towards the left side of her body where her other arm was held against her back. Unable to reach him with her other arm, she started to turn around, but not before Marcus charged forward and slammed into her side. And to both of their surprise, it was with enough force that she began falling to her side—until she whipped her hand towards the floor and steadied herself before fully toppling over. Shit, he thought. But at least I know I can do it. That was probably my best shot though. Taking their match more seriously now, Jessie suddenly lifted her left leg into the air and spun on her right kneecap, pivoting her body around so her leg flew over her dad’s head. Then she bent her knee 90 degrees and boomeranged it back towards her dad, her calf catching against his backside and send him falling forward towards the ground. Glancing behind her to make sure she could see what she was doing, she rolled onto her side and shimmied back more, aiming to catch his head in a leg lock. “Wait…” he began to say, before her leg wrapped behind him again and pushed him closer to her, knocking him over once more. But this time he fell into one of his daughter’s thighs. Wasting no time, she positioned each of them around his neck. Well, that was her goal anyways. Because of how small he was, the end result was more of his neck and his head being suddenly squeezed together by Jessie’s bare legs, as one of them bent behind his head to ensure he was properly locked in. The only thing that took up his view was his daughter’s upper legs and butt, with their living room in his peripheral, except angled sideways from the two wrestling on their sides on the floor. Because his neck wasn’t long enough, his daughter couldn’t actually cut off his oxygen supply with her legs since they couldn’t fit in the half-sized nook between his shoulders and his head, which was the only thing keeping him breathing. But as her soft, pale thighs pressed against the sides of his face nonetheless, he was hopelessly trapped in.

If she’s flexible enough with her back legs, she’d be able to keep tightening her lock and maybe even push me up against her butt. She was supposed to be standing on her knees though, this sideways-wrestling isn’t fair because it’s physically impossible for me to do anything to her, that was why I just had to knock her over. He scowled, Why do kids always forget the rules? “I said wait…” he managed to say. “You were… supposed to be… on your knees…” He could breathe mostly fine, but all the squirming around he was doing to try and escape his daughter’s vice-like leg lock was making it hard to talk straight. “This wasn’t what… we agreed… to…” He knew Jessie was strong, but the years and years of playing sports had really made her impressively strong. He didn’t want to call his daughter ‘thick,’ but it was clear from the muscles flexing within the trunk-like thighs on his face that she was incredibly fit to say the least. If she’s this much stronger than me already… His mind started to imagine what she’d look like by the end of college, after years of playing volleyball and continuing to grow taller and bigger while he stayed merely two and a half feet tall.

But she heeded his complaints, and released her dad from the bind of her legs. “You’re right, sorry Daddy, I forgot.” She took a deep breath and sat upright again, but this time on her butt, so her legs were stretched out in front of her instead of behind. “It kinda hurts to play on my knees, can I do it this way instead?”

Initially Marcus thought she might be giving herself an advantage, before he thought a little more about it. If I just have to knock over her torso instead of her torso and the top half of her legs, that means a lot less weight to have to topple. Plus I only came up to her upper chest before, but now we’re more eye level. So I can tackle her from higher up, which helps me out momentum wise because it’s further from her center of gravity…

Right? He didn’t actually know if his science was adding up, but it sounded about right to him. The first part, of him needing to knock down less weight, was definitely true at least. He was confident of that much. “Alright, sure. I think that’d still be fair, yeah.” He walked back around to his starting position and assumed his former stance. “Ready?”

“I’m not charging first when I have to hop everywhere on my butt now,” she laughed, looking down at her predicament.

Marcus smiled but rolled his eyes, “Fine.” Skirting to the right, and then the left, his daughter’s gaze followed him, her arm always at the ready. Deciding he had come pretty close last round and it was worth trying that strategy again, he ran towards her left side, where she wasn’t able to use her arm. But Jessie had figured he’d try that move again because of his near success, and suddenly pushed with her feet and spun clockwise, expecting him to maybe try pushing her over from behind. Reaching behind her with her right arm, she was able to twist herself and catch him in his tracks. He attempted to duck out of the way from her arm swinging overhead, but it just swooped down along with him, and as her body continued to contort towards his direction, she caught him under her arm. Once again his head fell prey to one of her limbs, as she gripped it between her side and upper arm. Then her hand was able to grab at one of his legs and push it upwards, sending his face into her armpit. He was immediately greeted with the leftover stench from her recent practice that day. “Ugh, mmmph” he mumbled, struggling to push himself out from her armpit’s grip. But much like with her leg lock, escaping his daughter’s grasp was hopeless once she got a secure hold over him. She giggled at his attempts for freedom, and pushed upwards with her hand again, sliding his face so deep into her pit that it almost felt like his head was able to fit right into it’s little cave-shaped nook. He was just glad that she hadn’t grown any hair yet, so at least there wasn’t anything rough rubbing against him, but that hardly mattered since her dried pit sweat was the first thing on her mind. After a bit more struggling, he was able to slowly slide his body down just far enough so that his mouth wasn’t pressed up against her smelly skin any more, and manage to say something again. “This isn’t…” he panted, “pinning me down…” He began to chuckle despite the situation he was in, knowing she would never be able to truly “win” under the current circumstances. “I might be stuck,” he huffed again, “but I’m not pinned… like real wrestling.” Jessie grumbled, understanding the point her dad was trying to make.

“But this can last forever, I don’t have to let you go anytime soon,” she said. “I’ll… let you win if you take me to the store tonight,” she said, squishing her dad’s face into her armpit again to remind him of its sour stink. But as much as it was a pungent smell, Marcus wouldn’t give up that easily.

“No,” he defiantly mumbled, like a kid too stubborn to know when they were finished.

“Fine, you want me to make you lose?” she asked, a grin growing on her face as an idea formed in her mind, giving her the faint taste of a possible victory. Without waiting to see if he’d respond, she tightened her grip on his leg and pulled him out from under her pits, holding him upside down. As soon as he realized how she had been holding back, he stopped flailing, knowing it was about to be over. From his upside down point of view, he felt like a toy being held by a kid at playtime—and the truth wasn’t far off. She swung him outwards towards her leg, and his body flopped against the floor, before her giant, pale thigh immediately crashed down on top of him, making sure he wouldn’t go anywhere. Her butt hopped to the side a few times, towards the rest of his body, as her outstretched leg twisted with her to make sure her dad was always kept beneath its hefty weight. Until finally, one more bounce from his daughter crashed her weighty behind right onto his hips, silencing his legs’ thrashes. With her father now completely beneath her weight, she bent her legs towards her, bringing her bare feet inwards and raising them just a few inches above her dad’s face.

If it hadn’t been obvious when she held him upside down, without her needing to even stand up to keep him suspended over the ground, his loss was plenty obvious now. Like he had just moments ago complained about her not doing, she had truly “pinned” him now. Maybe not in “normal” wrestling terms, but it was close enough, and what they had agreed upon. From the space between her bare soles, he looked up to her face, that was looking back down at him with expectant eyes and a raised eyebrow, as if taunting him and asking ‘is this good enough for you?’ She had clearly won. He sighed, “Alright, y—“

Before he was even able to get a second word out, she slammed her pinkish, pale bare feet against his face, cutting him off before he could finish talking. Just like her armpits, her feet still smelled from her long day at school and her several hours of volleyball practice. They had had some time to air out since coming home, but were still plenty warm, and almost 10 hours of being cooped up in her socks and shoes had given his daughter’s feet a musky, sweaty stench that he had hoped to avoid. His head, only 4 inches tall, easily fit right into her arch, as her sole practically curved around the contour of his head, as if they were made for each other. His arms quickly came up to try and push her ankles off his face, and Jessie let him try to budge them for a few moments, knowing he wouldn’t be able to. Every time he tried pushing them off, she just pushed her feet down even harder on top of his head, pressing his face even further against her smelly, dough-like skin in order to anchor herself better. But eventually Jessie effortlessly reached forward with her single free arm, and grabbed both of his wrists using only her right hand, and held them up tightly above him. Now she was pretty much able to pull his shoulders up, as if her dad’s face could be driven any deeper into her young, victorious feet.

“Have I won yet?” she asked. “Does this count as pinning you down?” Beneath her smelly feet, he managed a slight nod to indicate a ‘yes.’ “So does that mean you’ll take me to the store now Daddy?” she repeated, and it sounded like she giggled afterwards, tugging up on his arms a couple more times while the balls of her feet mockingly rubbed his forehead to remind him of his current situation. He paused to think about it. Does she mean I have to pick one or the other? Surely not, right? Obviously she’ll let me go even if I say no. I am her father after all… right? Her phone started vibrating from nearby on the floor, and reached over with her left hand go grab it, figuring she didn’t need to keep her arm behind her back anymore. “Hold that thought, I’ll let you think about it,” she told him. “Paris is trying to FaceTime me, let me know what you decide in a couple minutes.” A couple minutes?! He tried to say something to protest, but his daughter simply pulled up on his arms again, mashing his mouth into the soft skin above her heel and reminding him to be quiet while she was on the phone with her friend. “Hey!” she exclaimed, greeting her friend. “No, I’m not too busy right now, what’s up?”

I lost, fine, I guess this is my ‘reward’ for being the loser, he inwardly grumbled, unable to fight back. So he stopped fighting, and simply lay beneath the 800 pound girl, while his daughter’s smelly feet rubbed against his face while she talked to her friend.