Bath time Shrunk in an airport chapter 12 by Louka31

As you expected, Chelsea scoops you up and takes you out of her purse. You didn’t even try to fight it, you are happy to be out of her purse after so long. She brought her closed hand to her face and opened it. All you could see was her giant face.

“Well hello my little cutie” she said enthusiastically. “Did you enjoy the flight?”

“As good as i was able to given the circumstances” you said weakly.

“Oh cheer up!” Chelsea said still in that same peppy tone. “You should be happy that you’re going to be my friend’s birthday present. I’m sure she’ll just love you! Speaking of which, we need to get you ready!”

“Get me ready?” You say with fear in your voice. “What exactly do you mean by that?”

“We need to wash you of course!” She said as a matter of factly. “You’ve been in my purse for hours, plus you had my saliva all over you” she continued, winking at you.

She walked over to the bathroom with you in her palm and turned on the sink while feeling the water to make sure it wasn’t too hot or cold. You then saw her reaching for your clothes.

“What the hell are you doing?!” You say batting at her giant fingers.

“You can’t be washed with your clothes on, silly!” giggled Chelsea. “Besides you don’t need them now anyway. Pets don’t wear clothes.”

Angered by what she said you continue resisting her as she forcibly removed your shirt, pants, and finally your underwear all the while giggling as she took your clothes off.

“You’re so cute when you struggle!” She coos as she starts bathing you. “Olivia is so lucky to be getting you.”

You feel so humiliated, you’re being bathed like a child and you feel you’re about to die of embarrassment. Eventually, Chelsea finishes and gently dries you with a towel. You see her flush your tiny clothes down the toilet with a mildly sinister grin further driving home the point that you’re nothing more than a tiny pet for her friend.

Chelsea scoops you up and takes you over to the bed and places you on the blanket. You see her take a small jewelry box of some kind and wrapping paper out of her luggage. She places the box on the bed, opens it, and looks at you.

“Get in” She commands.

You reluctantly get in the box and...