This choice: Carla, Ann's daughter, sees you and grabs you • Go Back...Chapter #5Carla, Ann's daughter, sees you and grabs you by: AnthArmo   Foolishly, you don't pay much attention to the enormous world behind you. Your attention is focused entirely on the monolithic wall of tanned, curved flesh in front of you. Reluctantly, you lick and eat the dirt and grime off of her endless sole.
Behind you the sound of sweet giggling is heard.
You freeze, the sun's glare on the fleshy wall of Ann's goddess-like sole is blocked out, a massive shadow covering the sun.
"AWWWWWWWWW HOW CUTE~" coos a sweet feminine voice from behind you. A gush of strawberry wind throws you against Ann's sole.
"HAHAHAH AWWW YOU LIKE HER FEET DON'T YOU WIDDLE GUY"
Two massive fleshy fingers pinch your sides, hurting your ribs, and pull you away. Ann's colossal foot becomes smaller and smaller and you are pulled further and further away. You look down to see 2 long, pink fingernails clenching you in a vice-like grip.
The hand turns, and you meet a pair of massive green eyes staring affectionately at you.
The eyes widen.
"AWWWWWWW YOU'RE ADORABLE!" She coos, her two huge beaming eyes gazing straight at you.
She just stares at you, straight at you. The iris expanding and coming slowly closer. Her warm green pupil taking up your vision and boring straight into you. You fidget and move about, trying to escape her gaze.
Slowly, she lowers you down, past her nose and freckled cheeks, and down towards her lips.
She moves you closer to her lips. Strawberry lip gloss shines in the reflection of the sun. She holds you there while she breathes, a gust of pink-scented wind completely taking over your body.
Suddenly, she presses her two lips onto your body. Her wet, pink lips completely cover you. Saliva and lip gloss dribble down your face and chest. You can't breath. You struggle and try to shout.
"Don't kiss me..don't k-ss- m--" Her lips completely cover your mouth. Each time you open it saliva and the overwhelming taste of strawberries completely fill your mouth. Your entire body is awash in sticky spit and lipstick. All you can see are the lines and crevices of her lips as you are completely and utterly absorbed into them.
"MMMMMWWWWWWWWAH!" She exclaims as she suddenly opens her mouth, freeing her from her imprisoning lips. She brings you back up to her overpowering greens eyes. Your ribs begin to ache from the pressure of her fingers.
"YOU ARE SOOOO CUTE. I CAN'T BELIEVE A CUTE WIDDLE BUG LIKE YOU CRAWLED UP TO MY MUM JUST TO CLEAN HER FEET. I'M GOING TO KEEP YOU. YOU'RE GOING TO BE MY IDDLE WIDDLE PET FOREVER"
Her eyes shines with adoring glee.
One hand lets go of you and opens up a love-heart shaped locket on her chest. She crams you in there clumsily and closes it. There's enough space in the cold metallic capsule to curl up. You look out the sapphire colored window of the locket.
A jolt, the locket flies through the air, and turns around. An image of Ann's massive soles is replaced with an image of two enormous pink lips that completely block out the small window, before pulling away. A green eye stares affectionately at you through the window - now stained with a big, pink kiss mark.
A phone rings, she unceremoniously drops the locket, it falls neatly back into place onto her chest. Two fleshy mounds - what you think are her breasts - take up the bottom half of your lipstick-covered window as the locket sits neatly between her breasts.
She stomps off into the house, talking idly to a friend on the phone.
"NO WAY THAT'S NOT FAIR THAT DRESS LOOKS TERRIBLE ON HER IT SHOULD GO ON YOU. I KNOW RIGHT."
She continues talking, sits on the couch. A T.V show - you can't tell which through the lipstick and the breasts - plays on the T.V.
"RED HAIR LOOKS SO BAD ON ME....UH-HU...BLONDE DOESN'T WORK EITHER...HAHAHAH YOU'VE PROBABLY FORGOTTEN YOUR HAIR COLOUR BY NOW"
Her feet rest neatly on top of the coffee table in front of her, blocking your view of the T.V. A purple bracelet with a love-heart on it hangs off her ankle.
"YOU SHOULD GO BRUNETTE...OH SHUT UP...OH THANKS"
You sit in your uncomfortable metal prison, the lines and smears of lipstick dominating your view of the outside world. You are covered in saliva, your skin and clothing covered in a sticky strawberry-pink substance. You need to stretch but can't, and the stickiness of another persons spit and saliva covering you is becoming too much. The strawberry smell of the girl that now owns you completely overpowers you, there's no escape. She talks idly outside.about fashion, clothes, shoes, shopping while you lie in her saliva and can't move. Your only window to the outside world is covered by even more of her, an impossibly pink kiss that marks you as forever her pet, her toy, to completely molest and cover with pink lipstick and saliva whenever she wants. You're her decoration, her jewelry. To keep forever.
enclosed, uncomfortable, your joints starting to ache from lack of movement, covered in spit and slime, and slowly running out of air, you begin to have a panic attack. You hyperventilate.
"I WANT A PURPLE ONE...EVERYTHING ELSE I OWN IS PINK...YEA FLATS...I CAN WALK IN THEM....I JUST NEED AN INSTEP TO MAKE MY FOOT HAPPY"
is this it? is this your life? Is this all that you'll ever be from now on? Just a pet for this idle girl?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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