Completing the Outfit Shrunk in an airport chapter 19 by Louka31

You never got an answer. Tabitha plucks you before Adaeze has a chance to phrase for Tabitha. You dangle between her thumb and index finger as she carries you up the stairs into what you looks like a master bedroom. She plops you on her make-up desk. In front of you is a large mirror, surrounded by several dozen lights on its frame, and an assortment of jewelry and make-up boxes. You can’t say she lacks style.

She whispers something to you in a foreign language and disappears into her bathroom. You hear the shower running for several minutes and see her come out with a towel wrapped around her body and hair. She darts to her walk-in closet and takes out a fancy red dress. It’s fashionable, following her curves from her ankles to her shoulders. You notice the straps that look like they should tie her dress at her cleavage at the top flap awkwardly, and her dress doesn’t seem ready to hold her up.

She walks right over to you and the bench and sits down in front of you. She locks her eyes directly onto you expectantly, causing you to instinctively backup in fear until you trip over a lipstick container. She chuckles and chortles some snide remark that you can’t understand.

She then grabs you and brings you to her chest. Flipping you on your back, she ties your arms and legs to the flaps of her dress. She then lets you and her dress go. You slide down a little until you settle in the middle of her showing cleavage. You lay there on top her breasts, arms and legs sprawled, the final piece to the dress, where a nice necklace might go.

You now understand what she meant by becoming her consort. You wonder if wearing a tiny person like this is some kind of power move or showing off of her wealth.

She coos down at you in a foreign language and proceeds to put on the rest of her make-up and jewelry (luxurious earrings, bracelets, and so on). Finally, she grabs a light jacket and rushes out the door for her chauffeur to whisk you away. Each step pulls backwards against her breasts assertively but not painfully.