“And I don’t want you to get hurt Mike, so I’m gonna put you back in her fanny pack.”
Janelle slid you back down into her mother’s fanny pack and zipped it up. You were in there for about half an hour before it unzipped again. Janelle’s mom fished you out and held you up, and looked at you sternly.
“Listen. You’re young and cute and got your whole life ahead of you. I know Janelle is pretty, but whether you’re six feet tall or one inch tall, she can be a handful.”
“Ye-yes ma’am,” you said.
“Don’t call me ma’am. I’m only 51. My name is Denise. Now I’m gonna watch wheel of fortune, you a fan?”
You’d sat in the living room with your mom plenty of times watching wheel of fortune and jeopardy.
“Yeah, I actually like that show,” you said.
Denise smiled at you and sat you between her cleavage, where you could put your arms over her tank top. You were a little taken aback she’d sat you between her massive tits, but you certainly weren’t going to complain.
“Janelle ran out to get pizza, she’ll be home shortly.” Denise said, lighting a cigarette. You felt the warm, minty smoke roll over your body. At this size you figured you’d better not complain.
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