A day later in the present day, the Lake Tethys anglers are back to work, casting their lines and reeling them in. Poor souls; they don't realize that a girl was lost to the Triassic yesterday...or that a pair of telepathic cynodonts are now running lose in Deseret.
As the sun sets, they keep casting their lines. Soon it'll be dark. They keep fishing, as if they have no regard for this.
Beneath the surface, the Triassic lungfish still swim in circles under the bass boats. They're bigger than anacondas. And yet, for the most part, no one knows they're down there. They might be from the Triassic, but they're sure not ordinary. At least they don't scare away the bass.
Up a trail along the lake, five women jog. They all wear bras. Their bras are struggling to remain on them...for the boobs they contain are very ripe.
Across the lake, a lot of anglers slow their angling to watch the spectacle. A few of them neglect to set their hooks, as a bass strikes...
Up ahead, there's an arbor. It's a lot farther uphill than John's and Shelby's was...is.
By now, the five runners have slowed to a walk. One at a time, they surround the picnic table under the arbor. At it, they all take a seat; three on one side, and two on another.
One of them is black, and her name is Libby. The second is Jewish, and her name is Jordana. The third is Kannada, and her name is Banaganga. The fourth is Japanese, and her name is Tomoko. The last one is a Latina who's mostly Mayan, and her name is Gloria.
Here, they sit and rest. A few of them suckle their water bottles.
Between Jordana's boobs, a very small cloud of night magic appears. Jordana's boob crack feels a little cold to her...but she seems to have little regard for this, as she suckles her water bottle. As she does, her mouth overflows, and some of the water spills out of her mouth as she drinks it.
From the nano-cloud, John falls. He's a thousandth his normal size...and a lot less decent than before. (Not that he was decent before, of course... But then, he was trying to lose his virginity, wasn't he?) He lands between the Jewish girl's humongous boobs, and gets stuck down there.
He tries to climb out...and nearly gets drowned, as the water she drinks comes down and soaks him. More of it comes down, and does a worse job of that. John struggles to push her boobs apart, while hacking and coughing out the parts he inadvertently inhales.
The more he tries to climb out, the more Jordana inadvertently stuffs him back in there. She's yet to realize that what she feels between her boobs is a boy...
All around, the five busty babes talk about what they should do next. A few of them, conveniently enough, are whores who work at the same brothel that Shelby's mother does. And naturally, they make jokes about some of their pimps; pimps so manly and so rich, they make John look lame...and yet, much more desirable than them, at the same time.
On one hand, John would rather go back to that brothel. OTOH, he's not sure how he would feel if Shelby's mom found him, and fucked him. She certainly seems like the kind of woman who would, if she did. Shelby would likely never forgive him...even if it wasn't his fault. And in his present state, Ms. Love wouldn't necessarily need John's permission to squeeze him between her giant thighs and spend all night shaking him senseless...all while squeezing him with the PSI of a female grizzly bear's bite...
Or a female piranha's, at that...