Resistance and Chelsea’s Purse Shrunk in an airport chapter 8 by Louka31

“For now, you can ride in my purse” decided Chelsea. “I can’t have anyone seeing you before we get to Miami.”

“I told you! You can’t do this, I have a...”

Chelsea pushed her giant finger against you before you could finish your sentence.

“You know little guy, if there’s one thing I don’t like it’s a pet with a bad attitude.” Chelsea states sounding slightly annoyed.

Then, out of nowhere she brings you to her mouth and you see her giant tongue slither towards you and give a slow lick tasting every inch of your body. You are covered in a thick layer of Chelsea’s saliva from head to toe. She giggles at you and smiles.

“You know little guy” Chelsea said licking her lips. “You taste really good. If you continue this attitude, I could just give you to my stomach instead of Olivia.”

Shocked at what she just said and not wanting to be eaten, you submit.

“Ok! Ok! You win! Just don’t eat me!” You beg.

“Good Boy, I knew you’d see sense” Chelsea said in a smug tone.

With that, Chelsea closed her hand trapping you in her soft palm and walked back towards her seat. You’re still covered in her sticky saliva which makes you feel quite uncomfortable.

Chelsea quickly drops you into her purse before anyone sees and zips you in inside. You stumble around in the dark and find some Kleenex to wipe off the saliva on your face. After taking a moment to collect yourself and mull over your options you decide to...