The fabric seemed to be pulled into the sky above you. The bright light blinded you momentarily, and you felt pressure from both sides of your body, and you couldn’t move. As you regained your vision you found yourself looking at Amy’s smiling face, but it was massive. You glanced down to see you were between her now gigantic thumb and forefinger.
“Holy shit… it worked… prepare to be dethroned Ms. Liz,” Amy chuckled.
“Amy, what the hell did you do?”
“What?”
“Why am I so small?” you asked, angry, and not the least bit amused.
“Ben, I just told you about Ms. Liz. And I was like, ‘we can beat her!’ and you were all like ‘yeah fuck Ms. Liz! One team one dream!’”
“I definitely did not say that. That’s the shit you say when you want us to do more work but don’t want to give us raises!”
“Oh Ben, quit whining. You’re already an inch tall, I already have my cigarettes, I’m getting ready to go home. Just help me make my videos and I’ll turn you back to normal and we can pretend this never happened.”
You looked at Amy. She seemed genuine in her request. And she was always talking, never listening, so she probably honestly did believe you said yes. You’d always felt bad for her. Her husband had had multiple affairs and ended up leaving her. She was cute, and fun. And she deserved a shot at beating Ms. Liz or patreons or whatever the hell she was talking about. You hated smoking. But you liked Amy.
“Fine,” you relented. A genuine smile crossed Amy’s face.
“Thank you, Ben.” Amy said, placing you in her other hand and closing her fist around you.
You could feel yourself swaying in Amy’s fist as she walked, and you heard her tell everyone goodbye. A few seconds later you heard her car door shut. Amy’s gigantic hand opened. She was holding you breast level looking down at you. Your hands awkwardly covered your crotch.
“Do I have to be naked for this?” you asked.
“Ben. Where am I gonna get clothes for an inch tall man?”
“How’re are you gonna put this on YouTube with me naked?”
“This will just be advertised on YouTube. It’ll be on my OnlyFans!”
Amy dropped you into the breast pocket of her shirt. You heard the click of a lighter, and could smell cigarette smoke.
“I can’t believe I agreed to this,” you said to yourself.
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