The journey to Amy’s apartment probably seemed longer than it was. And probably because you were trapped in her shirt pocket. You were leaned back against her breast, but the lacy pattern on her bra wasn’t very comfortable.
You heard Amy’s apartment door close, and a few minutes later saw her large fingers enter the pocket and fish you out. She sat you on a desk.
“I’ll be right back,” she said, smiling excitedly.
You looked around and took everything in. There was a black backdrop and a tall lamp - you imagined the lamp backlit the smoke. On the desk was a tripod for her phone, which you guessed she used as a camera, a crystal ashtray that was slightly taller than you, and a few assorted lighters.
“Okay, I’m back!”
You looked up at your giant boss and we’re stunned. Amy’s wavy auburn hair was in a messy bun on her head. Her brown eyes looked large and soft behind her librarian like glasses. Her pale, porcelain skin was smooth. Her breasts were bigger than you realized, a nice blend of chubby and perky. Her little belly was oddly cute. She had a dark brown pubic mound that made you more than curious just what was below it. You glanced back at her face and saw a bashful smile, she’d caught you looking at her.
“What?” She asked blushing.
“Hey boss, and I hope I’m not out of line here… you’re beautiful.”
“You’re too sweet Ben. I knew you were the right guy to help me! And honestly, you’re at your naked boss’s house who is ten years older than you… aaaaand your an inch tall. I’m pretty sure we threw ‘out of line’ out the window a long time ago,” she giggled.
Amy clicked the talk lamp on and sat down at the desk in an oversized chair. She put her left foot in the chair and wrapped her arms around her leg, placing her chin on her knee, still smiling at you. You glanced down to see she was now fully exposed. Perfectly pink and moist, you felt yourself getting erect. You looked back at her face and saw her biting her lip.
“When I was in college Ben me and my friends ogled over popular athletes. We knew they’d never look our way. Flash forward ten years and I’m looking at the local soccer star, and he’s looking at me in ways I’ve longed for for a while…”
Was your boss hitting on you? It certainly that way…
“But anyway. You practically begged to help me, and…”
“I didn’t beg, you-“
Before you could finish your sentence Amy’s gigantic finger tip gently pressed against your face just for a second.
“Quit getting caught up in the details Ben! Now I know you don’t smoke… and you complain when everyone else smokes… and you tell me how I shouldn’t smoke… and you bragged when you convinced your mom to stop smoking…”
“Actually, she started back…”
“BENJAMIN! Anyway, we need to gift this a practice run so you don’t flip out coughing and ruin the video. Now, regular or menthol?”
“I’m… I’m not even sure what that means…”
“Menthol it is!”
Any opened the pack of Newports and removed one, standing it on the table beside of you. You were just shorter than the filter.
“It’s killing me how tiny and cute you are!” She cooed. Amy slid the cigarette between her lips, and used one of the lighters to light it. You watched as her cheeks sunk in as she inhaled, and she slowly removed the cigarette from her lips. Her mouth remained open and a thick ball of creamy smoke slowly came out of her mouth before suddenly being sucked down her lungs.
“That’s called a snap inhale, guys love it,” she said, before pursing her lips and blowing the warm menthol smoke all over your tiny body.
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