"EXCUSE ME! MISS?" Your Aunt Brie's voice rang out like an angel sent directly from heaven. "I'VE BEEN SEARCHING FOR MY NEPHEW SINCE THE PURGE EARLIER... AND I COULDN'T HELP BUT NOTICE JUST NOW THAT YOU HAVE A TINY. WOULD YOU MIND IF I TAKE A LOOK AT IT?"
The goddess woman 's majestic voice resulted in a suddenly halted decent. Your owner's gigantic thumb slipped casually from her panties, allowing the strap to snap shut - sealing off the entrance to the pleasantly pungent cave below.
"YEAH, SURE THING-- DAMNNN ANYONE EVER TELL YOU YOU'RE KIND OF A BABE?" The young girl turned to present your tiny form to your giantess aunt, but upon seeing her instantly started flirting like a horny schoolgirl!
And Brie just giggled!!
"HEHE MAYBE ONCE OR TWICE..." Her globe-like eyes drifted down to your pathetic form still heaving for air near her midriff and widened with signs of recognition.
"HA! FOUND YOU AFTER ALL! I SEE YOU'VE BEEN HAVING PLENTY OF FUN WHILE YOU HAD YOUR SISTER AND ME WORRIED OVER NOTHING!" she scolded like a displeased mountain from above.
"No Aunt Brie! It's not like that, please you've got to help me!! Please! She's Gonna Eat Me!"
Stacy seemed disturbingly unbothered by your dramatic reveal....... as did Brie?
"HMMMM... WELL HOW MUCH DO YOU WANT FOR HIM?" Your aunt immediately got down to business.
"DINNER AND A MOVIE AT MY PLACE, FOR STARTERS?" The unrelenting girl teased while she mercilessly toyed with you in her hand.
"FOR STARTERS, HUH?" Brie raised an eyebrow.
"LET'S BE REAL HERE, WE BOTH KNOW THE STARTING RATE FOR A FRESH TINY IS ABOUT $150K." She was willing to bet she knew too because they'd both looked it up in the past for personal interests.
"YOU GOT ME, YOU KNOW YOUR STUFF. NEVER MIND THEN, I HOPE MY LITTLE NEPHEW BRINGS YOU PLENTY OF JOY. BUT JUST SO I HAVE A STORY TO TELL THE FAMILY, MIND IF I ASK HOW HE CAME TO BE IN YOUR POSESSION?"
Your heart was in your throat in despair at how easily Brie had given up on you, to let some stranger own you. Adding injury to insult this same owner was currently scraping away at your naked skin painfully with her calloused thumb as she petted you absentmindedly.
Stacy didn't want the hassle of some crazed family member coming after her if they learned she'd just snatched up and eaten their precious little boy all on her own. So instead she spun a happy little tale where a scared and alone tiny found refuge under her soft warm soles when he hid inside her climbing shoe between climbs. According to her the poor thing practically begged her to take him far away from the clutches of his antagonizing sister, and even offered his services as her willing foot pet in exchange. Of course she'd generously taken him up on it, commenting that he was 'so cute she could just eat him up!' Spurring the misunderstanding.
"AH, I SEE! WELL LITTLE GUY SEEMS LIKE YOU GOT PRETTY LUCKY! BUT IF THAT'S WHAT YOU REALLY WANTED YOU KNOW I WOULD'VE HAPPILY ACCEPTED YOU UNDER MY FEET TOO RIGHT? OH WELL, WHO KNOWS, MAYBE THIS ISN'T THE LAST YOU'LL SEE OF ME!" she winked and handed your sexy owner a slip of paper.
"I WANT TO SEE HIM OFF, IF YOU DON'T MIND."
".....OH! YEAH SURE NO, FINE BY ME." Stacy momentarily drew a blank at Brie's strange statement, but then remembered her own happy little fantasy tale where her new tiny had insisted on a blissful life serving under her feet.
And so without further ado, she peeled off the climbing shoe she had just been about to put to work on the walls, and dropped you unceremoniously into its steamy, squelching dank confines. The welcoming musky prison that had once been so close - now miles in the sky. Her calloused reddened foot followed soon after, replacing the looming eyes of your titanic aunt, obliviously seeing you off on your trip into your new owner's cramped, disgusting shoe. Ignorant of the fact that things only got worse for you from here.
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