You work up some courage as Miss Blake looks down at you while she carefully holds you in her hand. You breathe deeply and ask, "Miss Blake, may I have a kiss from you?" She smiles and giggles to herself briefly before saying, "Of course Anthony. It's the least I could do for you." Miss Blake brings you up to her face. You feel your heart racing with excitement. She closes her eyes and brings you in towards her lips. Your face is barely large enough to not be completely smothered by them. Miss Blake's lips smoothly wrap around your face as she presses you into her soft, warm lips. You were held in a state of ecstasy for only a few seconds before Miss Blake took you away. Moments after you realize that you had came in your pants. You felt embarrassed and ashamed, but knew that you couldn't stay in these pants all day.
Miss Blake gathered her things together. You got her attention by hitting her thumb several times. "Miss Blake I, um. I need a new pair of pants." "Well I know that already Ant. You're going to be like this for a while. I planned on getting a full outfit ready for you anyway. We can get some pants and shirts and shrink them down to your size. I'm not sure how we'll wash them, but I'll figure that out later. For now, let's go before I have to work today." Miss Blake put you in her purse and quickly left the campus.
You stayed in her purse as she went to the local clothing store and picked out 5 pairs of pants and then let you pick out 5 pairs of shirts. She paid for everything and then left to get some food for both of you. You had no idea how much food you could handle so she just let you share with her (she was on a diet anyway). You ate two french fries and then felt stuffed, they were almost as big as you after all. Miss Blake then ran some of her own errands while you unwillingly tagged along. It was safer in her purse than anywhere else though. After a few more hours you finally arrived at Miss Blake's house and got to get out of her purse. You were sweating and bored and most definitely tired. She saw your pitiful condition and decided to cheer you up. "Anthony, are you ticklish?" "Um...maybe." "I thought so." Miss Blake wrapped her ring and pointer fingers around your arms and then pinned your legs to her hand with her tongue. You became scared suddenly because of your inability to move. Miss Blake laughed as she slowly brought her other pointer finger towards your stomach. "Tickle tickle Ant." She said getting closer. You tensed up. You always hated when people would tickle you when you couldn't fight back, but that situation had been made much more real now. "Tickle...tickle!" She yelled as she rubbed her nail on your vulnerable stomach. You laughed hysterically as she tickled you nonstop for minutes. You loved and hated it at the same time. Your abs were getting a massive workout as you laughed and laughed endlessly. Miss Blake appeared to be having too much fun as she kept going and going. You felt yourself piss your pants, good thing they were your pants from earlier, but still Miss Blake did not stop. For what seemed like hours you were pinned to her hand and tickled.
Finally she stopped. Your breath was nearly gone and you struggled to breath, but a smile was still on your face from laughing. "Have fun Ant?" You kept breathing heavily and didn't respond. "Well what should we do now my little Ant?"
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