Jake felt his body tense up as the giant fingers reached for him, and every thing in his mind told him to run. But he stood still and allowed Helen’s fingers to gently grasp him. They were very soft, adorned by long purple nails. Helen lifted him from the table with ease and slowly brought him up to her face.
“Well,” she said, the cigarette slightly bobbing in her lips. “What do you think?”
“You’re… you’re a goddess…”
Helen smiled and slowly took a drag off of her cigarette, her other hand removing it from her lips. The sound was audible or her inhaling, Jake heard a little pop before seeing the smoke go down into her lungs. She pursed her lips and the smoke left her lungs and came out in a perfect cone shaped stream and covered his tiny body. It was warm and felt nice, but Jake hated the smell of cigarettes and began to cough.
“You’ll get used to my smoking, love,” she cooed. “Two packs a day for the last 35 years and no plans of quitting.”
“Yes ma’am,” Jake stammered. “Anything you want.”
“Oh, Jakey, you certainly know what to say,” Helen laughed. “And flattery will get you everywhere.”
Helen took another drag and brought Jake closer to her lips, exhaling on him again before pressing him against them and kissing his tiny body. He kissed back, doubting she could feel it, but he wanted to.
“Oh that feels as good as I hoped it would,” she said. “I’ve thought about your tiny kissed ever since we first talked online. Of course I’ve thought about a lot,” she said, blushing.
“Like what?” Jake asked, immediately turned on.
“Oh Jakey. Kissing you. Sticking you inside of me… my pussy and my ass. Letting you lick my armpits and between my toes… pissing on you… putting you in my mouth while I smoke, or even sucking on you like a piece of candy… sitting my big belly or tits on you and feeling you struggle… but less dominate things too. Taking you to movies, cooking for you, staying up late and binging tv shows together. But I need to know you want all of this. Tell me know if you don’t, I’ll return you back to normal and send you on your way. But if you do…”
“I do Helen. One hundred percent. I want to be your tiny man.”
Helen smiled, and was clearly elated.
“Good,” she said, placing Jake on her tongue and pulling him into her mouth before taking a drag on her cigarette. She curled up on the couch and began to read one of her novels.
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