This choice: "NO... YOU'RE TOO SMALL TO SAY NO TO ME..." • Go Back... Your jaw drops as you hear the giant nerd tell you she's not going to take you to your girlfriend. You scream up at her "What did you just say?!" She sniffles a bit and looks at you with a more determined, composed fashion. "I SAID, NO. YOU... YOU WILL BE MY BOYFRIEND... I'LL TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOU... IT'LL BE BEST IF I KEEP YOU." You can't believe what you're hearing. You struggle in between her fingertips, causing her to laugh at your miserable plight. "You can't do this! I have a life! You let me go right now!" Kristen snorts a loud laughter as she wipes the hair from her face and brings you up to her huge eye. "YOU'RE SO FUNNY! THINKING YOU CAN ESCAPE FROM ME! I'M TOO BIG NOW, YOU CAN'T GET AWAY FROM ME! YOU'RE GOING TO BE MY NEW BOYFRIEND, AND IT'S GOING TO BE GREAT! JUST YOU WAIT AND SEE!" You continue to rant and rave as she waves you around her huge face with her fingers. She brings you down to her huge chapped lips and gives you a long kiss, pushing your tiny body into the front of her mouth. From between the lips, her huge wet tongue pokes you in the stomach and scrapes across your body, covering you in sticky saliva as the lips continue to push into your miniature form. You feel violated, scared, and disgusted being forcefully kissed by this gigantic teenager. She moans with pleasure and whispers to herself "YOU'RE MINE... ALL MINE... A MAN OF MY OWN..." You punch and kick at the soft, wet skin, but it's no use. For a solid minute and a half, you are surrounded by this girl's mouth, until she finally removes the fingers from her lips and lays you down in her other palm. She closes her eyes and licks her lips saying "THAT... WAS... AMAZING, LITTLE MAN... I ALWAYS KNEW MY FIRST KISS WOULD BE SPECIAL... AND I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT ONE..." You've had enough. Wiping the spit off of your clothes, you stamp your feet on her hands and scream up at her. "Listen, you gigantic dork! I don't want to be your boyfriend! I'm already taken! Don't you get that! And even if I was single, i wouldn't go out with you because you're a crazy, obsessive freak!"
She heard everything you said and her lip starts to quiver. She breaths heavy, letting her huge blasts of hot air hit you square in the face. She leans in over your miniscule form and says "DON'T... EVER... CALL ME... A FREAK." Before you have a chance to prepare yourself, her huge index finger of her other hand comes zooming down on top of you, trapping you under it's weight. She grinds the huge appendage into her palm, trapping you between the two masses of flesh. You can barely breath with all the weight pressing down on your ribs, and you push against the fingertip with all your might. Your efforts are worthless, and Kristen sees this, smiling a wicked, twisted grin. "WHO'S THE FREAK AGAIN? YOU'RE SO PATHETIC... LIKE A BUG IN MY HAND. I COULD SQUASH YOU IF I WANTED TO... YOU'RE LUCKY I'M SO NICE." To prove how "nice" she is, she lifts the finger up, just enough to reach back with her thumb and flick you hard in the chest. You roll around in pain on the palm of the giant girl's hand as she beams down at you proudly. She spreads your arms out with her index and middle fingers, trapping you in a crucifix pose on her palm. You are facing up at the crazy girl who's convinced that you're her boyfriend. You are unable to move as her huge face comes crashing down on you again, and her lips cover the entire top half of your body. "I LOVE YOU, LITTLE BOYFRIEND. SOON YOU'LL... LEARN TO LOVE ME TOO. BUT UNTIL THEN, YOU'RE GOING TO STAY NICE AND CLOSE TO ME... I WON'T EVER LET YOU GO." She lowers the palm to the bottom of her make-shift skirt and with her free hand she pulls back the elastic surrounding her waist. Her hand tilts and you go tumbling down into the crazy girl's pants! You land in her bush, surrounded by foul smelling pubic hair and look up to see her smiling at your predicament. "WE'LL TALK MORE ABOUT THIS ONCE I GET YOU HOME... BE SAFE IN THERE, LITTLE TINY BOYFRIEND!" You scream up once more that she's not your girlfriend before the elastic snaps back against her skin, trapping you in darkness. You struggle to regain some form of balance, but her downstairs hair is thick and long, it's impossible for you to do anything but grab onto a few strands and wait for her to stop walking. You sweat heavily in the heated prison for almost a half an hour, being tossed and turned by the giant teen's footsteps. She must have walked to the faire from her house, which only makes the situation worse. You're now being brought miles away from the fair. Maggie is probably worried sick looking for you, and for all she knows, you just left her alone to fend for herself. That's a fight that's bound to happen. You laugh a bit as you take in the obsurdity of the situation and how you would possibly explain it to Maggie. "Sorry I left you alone honey, but some gypsy shrunk me and i was kidnapped by a girl who hid me next to her pussy!" You realize that Kristen's footsteps have stopped and you hear her dangling her keys out in front of her. She must be home. You decide to take advantage of the lack of movement and climb up the hairs to the top of her panties. You are just small enough at this point to peek out over the waistband, and when you lift your head up you can see that she's just opened the door to the house. Looking down, you see a sea of blue carpet beneath you with Kristen's massive feet stomping away at them. She removes her sandals and wiggles her toes as she closes the door behind her. The carpet is really far down, but you might be small enough that the fall won't hurt you! You've never tried to jump from a height like this, but anything is better than being trapped in this crazy dork's underwear! You decide to make a jump for it.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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