&#8220;Let it go....Let it Go...&#8221; You cringe at hearing this song again, it was probably the 400,000th time you've heard this song since that movie came out. You look over at your sister and your parents, she is having a blast but then again she is 13. It was probably weird that you went on a family vacation to Disney World at 22, but your parents insisted and they paid so, hey, free vacation.<br /><br />Feeling extremely bored, you took out your phone, probably for the 40th time in the last 2 hours, and checked your Facebook status. You posted &#8220;still stuck in Florida listening to overplayed movie music, why am I here again? #trappedWithAMouse&#8221; You laughed feeling smug and better than the troglodytes that festered this swamp.<br /><br />Realizing you've been laughing and feeling self-important for too long you realize you don't see any member of your family. Your sister, mom, and dad are nowhere to be seen, you feel a small panic but remember it is a safe family place, you all have room keys at worst you'll meet back at the resort. You start wandering off. This place is pretty neat and you imagine once you have a family, maybe it would be fun to bring them here.<br /><br />A couple of hours passed and despite your bragging, you are starting to worry about not seeing your family. You don't know why but you are starting to feel quite alone. The warm sun is starting to get to you and you need to find a seat. You go over to a vendor, &#8220;Hey can I get a bottle of water, preferably one almost frozen,&#8221; you ask politely.<br /><br />&#8220;Let me get that for you, &#8220; A deep voice says behind you, you turn to see a smiling face of a burly mountain of a man. He looks like he could be a professional football player or professional wrestler. He is at least 6'6&#8221; and easily 270 pounds. It was amazing he snuck up behind you and you didn't notice. His aura is overpowering but extremely friendly, but the intimidation factor, that is through the roof, well through the sky since you were standing outside.<br /><br />He looked imposing but for some reason, also very safe. Some of the frustration at being alone must have come out because your eyes started tearing up at this kindness. You couldn't even get out a thank you before you started sobbing. Why are you crying you never cried, especially not over something as small a gesture as buying you water. He rushed over to you and put his bear paw of an arm around your shoulders. &#8220;Here sit down&#8221;<br /><br />He led you to a bench where you say down and took a sip of water. &#8220;Th-thank you, you said through sobs. You felt an overwhelming need to be held in his arms like that would be the safe place to go. You tamped it down, you didn't even know this man. &#8220;I'm sorry for crying,&#8221; you said with a sad smile. &#8220;I just, I mean, I lost my family and it is getting frustratingly late. My text are getting answered, heck I'm not sure they are even getting delivered&#8221;<br /><br />He nodded and his face split into a large friendly grin, &#8220;that's ok, how about I help you look, I have a height advantage&#8221; He said. His chest rumbled in what you thought was a deep belly laugh if mountains laughed. You felt better though like a knight had arrived to save you. &#8220;I'm Bernard by the way,&#8221; he said.<br /><br />&#8220;Shawn,&#8221; You said back. Still feeling tiny next to this many, You've always been small though, only 5'2&#8221; but next to Bernard you felt even smaller. Wait, you've always been small? Aren't you on the basketball team? No, you wanted to be but you were too short so you ended up in the pep band. You loved music and singing and playing a trumpet.<br /><br />You walked with Bernard for a while still not seeing anyone familiar and all the time you found yourself drawn more to the man. He seemed so manly and strong, you'd never been that strong. You looked down at your twiggy arms you wished you had biceps like Bernard. It was probably why in college you made such good friends. You were glad to have found your old college friend here in the middle of Florida. You hadn't seen him since you graduated last year. You pushed away from the thought that this man was a stranger, you also didn't seem to notice how much weaker you had become.<br /><br />You were getting winded pretty easily, and it frustrated you. You used to be a good runner, in high school you ran cross country. You smooth legs, in those short shorts, you know you looked good always near the top. Your small size meant you had to take way more strides but you loved it when you beat those tall brats. You laughed remembering. Then in college, you had tried out for track, you thought you could be a distance runner, but by then nature had blessed you with ...boobs? You stopped, where had that memory come from? You looked down and saw big round boobs, they looked huge, probably weren't, in fact, you know from locker rooms with other girls they were always larger, taller, but you were always skinnier. You smiled with pride.<br /><br />You looked up at bernard, still the same rugged handsome guy. You had met on the failed track tryout. He was a hammer throw expert one of the best in the country, in fact, was a favorite to go to the Olympics. You had hit it off right away, you always felt so tiny and girly with him. His big strong arms could normally lift you up like a child. You were so happy he wanted to go to Disney for your Anniversary. For 4 years you've been married in absolute bliss. What were you looking for again?<br /><br />&#8220;Bernie, love, who are we looking for again?&#8221; You asked feeling very confused.<br /><br />&#8220;Shania, you thought you saw your cousin remember?&#8221; He asked, &#8220;maybe you should sit down again, maybe right? We just will take your photo then maybe head back to the hotel, This heat has to be rough in your condition&#8221;<br /><br />You felt queasy for a second and realized how much you did want to sit again. Your hand went down to your belly and felt a kick. WHAT THE HELL?!?! You looked at your bulging pregnant belly, memories flooded of how excited Bernie was when you told him. It hadn't stopped him from ravaging you that night. His large dick filled you almost to bursting it felt sometimes. Bernie was already to meet his daughter, he was going to treat her like a princess. Florida heat while being preggers really did suck though. Being married to an Olympic gold medalist and professional wrestler made millions though did not. You posed in front of the castle. Your pink Minnie ears, grey maternity dress, and shades made you look so cute. Your blonde had framed your cute face. As Bernie took your photo, in the distance you saw a couple walking by with their teenage daughter, that looked so familiar and they were obviously looking for someone, you hoped they found them, maybe someone from the park would help them, you couldn't though because you were here with YOUR family.