As Kristie finishes donning her other shoe and reaches behind her for her bag, you realize might be your last, best, and only chance to get away from Sara. And even if the blond beauty kept her word about your obedience, given the level of accommodations she's been keeping you in so far, you know you don't want to find out what her idea of 'detention' is. So, at the last moment, you summon the courage to yell out "Fuck you, Sara!" before you turn back and pull open the rim of the silver nylon gym bag, climbing in and letting it fall closed behind you.
Immediately, as darkness falls inside the bag, you almost start regretting your decision as a wave of humid air surrounds you. You gag, but don't have any time to complain, as just then Kristie lifts up the bag by its drawstring, pulling the neck tight and sending you sliding down into the pile of moist and sweaty clothes ahead. You hear derisive laughter coming from your host -seemingly in response to your farewell to Sara - as she starts walking, bag slung casually over her shoulder, with you and all the rest of its contents jostling around and regularly bouncing off of her impossibly hard buttocks. "Shouldn't have accused me, bitch." You hear her taunt, without stopping.
After several minutes of this roller coaster motion, you get a sudden reprieve as you come to a stop, and the bag is opened overhead to let in some sunlight and fresh oxygen. Pushing aside the B-cup of the sports bra covering you, you look up to see that Kristie's looking in at you, grinning happily. "This is the coolest shit," she gushes. "I don't know who decided to make a smart doll that would try to run away if you're too mean to it, but at least we won't have to worry there. Vivi's gonna pamper you like a little king, I bet! Once you get cleaned up, anyway." She seems half-joking.
"That's because I'm not a doll! I'm human! I'm a man!" Seeing your chance, you try again to call out to her. "I just got shrunk by a-"
"Yeah, yeah, genie stuff." Kristie sounds a little bored by this, and easily cuts you off to just talk over you given her size advantage. "Is there a way that you could tell a different backstory?" She seems to ask this mostly to herself, musing. "Maybe like a science experiment gone wrong? None of our subscribers are going to believe the fairy magic stuf- oh, bus is here!" Disregarding any thought of a response, she looks away and swiftly closes up the bag again. A few moments later, you feel yourself deposited on a hard surface and left alone, frustrated at not being listened to.
In the rank gym bag, sitting at the floor of the bus between your ride's feet, you start to think about this situation seriously. It's hard to think when your head is reeling from all the fumes from Kristie's clothes, and you can't really process much about this woman. She doesn't seem like she means to mistreat you, but she's not taking you seriously either. And given her exchange with Sara, you're not sure you want to see her angry at you, either.
Next time you get a chance to talk, maybe you should try to have her call someone to prove your real identity.
Or maybe you should just try to sneak out and take your chances on the bus? Surely there must be someone normal you can contact among the other passengers...
Immediately, as darkness falls inside the bag, you almost start regretting your decision as a wave of humid air surrounds you. You gag, but don't have any time to complain, as just then Kristie lifts up the bag by its drawstring, pulling the neck tight and sending you sliding down into the pile of moist and sweaty clothes ahead. You hear derisive laughter coming from your host -seemingly in response to your farewell to Sara - as she starts walking, bag slung casually over her shoulder, with you and all the rest of its contents jostling around and regularly bouncing off of her impossibly hard buttocks. "Shouldn't have accused me, bitch." You hear her taunt, without stopping.
After several minutes of this roller coaster motion, you get a sudden reprieve as you come to a stop, and the bag is opened overhead to let in some sunlight and fresh oxygen. Pushing aside the B-cup of the sports bra covering you, you look up to see that Kristie's looking in at you, grinning happily. "This is the coolest shit," she gushes. "I don't know who decided to make a smart doll that would try to run away if you're too mean to it, but at least we won't have to worry there. Vivi's gonna pamper you like a little king, I bet! Once you get cleaned up, anyway." She seems half-joking.
"That's because I'm not a doll! I'm human! I'm a man!" Seeing your chance, you try again to call out to her. "I just got shrunk by a-"
"Yeah, yeah, genie stuff." Kristie sounds a little bored by this, and easily cuts you off to just talk over you given her size advantage. "Is there a way that you could tell a different backstory?" She seems to ask this mostly to herself, musing. "Maybe like a science experiment gone wrong? None of our subscribers are going to believe the fairy magic stuf- oh, bus is here!" Disregarding any thought of a response, she looks away and swiftly closes up the bag again. A few moments later, you feel yourself deposited on a hard surface and left alone, frustrated at not being listened to.
In the rank gym bag, sitting at the floor of the bus between your ride's feet, you start to think about this situation seriously. It's hard to think when your head is reeling from all the fumes from Kristie's clothes, and you can't really process much about this woman. She doesn't seem like she means to mistreat you, but she's not taking you seriously either. And given her exchange with Sara, you're not sure you want to see her angry at you, either.
Next time you get a chance to talk, maybe you should try to have her call someone to prove your real identity.
Or maybe you should just try to sneak out and take your chances on the bus? Surely there must be someone normal you can contact among the other passengers...
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August 17, 2023
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