Walk home Shrunk and kidnapped by Jen chapter 11 by Louka31

Marissa walked out the door and down the sidewalk.

“It’s a short walk to my apartment, only about five minutes,” she said, pausing to remove her cigarettes. Her pinky and ring finger clinched you as her thumb and index finger removed a cigarette and placed it between her lips. She lit the cigarette, the hand that held you shielding the flame of the lighter from the wind.

She used her index finger and middle finger to hold the cigarette, you still clinched by her other fingers.

“I figure if I hold you like this it won’t draw any attention, and you don’t have to be shoved in my pocket,” she said.

She walked with you casually in her hand by her side, occasionally lifting you into the air to take a drag off of her cigarette. Every time she took a drag you noticed her full, moist lips. Lips, when you were younger, you longed to kiss. You could feel those old emotions flooding back over you. But you felt you were being silly. What could a woman 70 times your size see in you.

Marissa walked into the door of her apartment. It was an impressive townhouse style, and you wondered how she could afford it working at the law office. She took a final drag off of her cigarette and stubbed it out in an ashtray on a small table by the door.

“My roommate will be home in a couple of hours, and I’m wondering if I should tell her about you. She works at the sex shoppe across town, so she may have seen little people sold before…”