Losing to Attrition
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 41
by
copier
· original author:
a27293
Somewhere, in the back of your mind, alarm bells start going off as you open your mouth to answer. This is a really big commitment, your better nature calls out to you, a feeble voice that barely filters its way in through a cloud of booze and adrenaline. Don't rush it!
Steeling yourself against Tien's hopeful and expectant smile, you somehow force yourself to let her down. "That's- that sounds nice, but..." you hesitate. 21 grand a year? That's more than you've ever seen in your life! Was that actually good, though? You're vaguely aware that it seems somewhat on the low end... doesn't it? "I'll have to think about it for a while," you manage, gesturing to the overturned toothpaste cap cradled in your left arm. "I'm not, uh, exactly in the best state to be making that decision right now, haha..."
Tien smiles broadly. "Of course!" She accepts it easily, and smiles, to your relief. Then she winks at you and stretches a little more, catching you back off-guard again. It's been so long since you've properly socialized, (or drank, for that matter), every little jab this woman teases you with seems to fluster you uncontrollably, and you have little doubt she knows it.
Your suspicions are all but confirmed when she suddenly sits up, holding her open hand out just in front of you. "So why don't you come up here and tell me a bit about yourself, hmm?" She asks, lightly. "No need to be so distant; we've met before, you know!"
"Uh. Yeah, Sora told me..." you stammer, hesitating just a fraction of a second before killing the rest of your drink, and stepping onto the cheerful woman's waiting palm. It shoots suddenly forward towards her chest, carrying you with it. A moment later, she's laying back on the couch again, this time with you sitting cross-legged, heart racing and skin flushed, atop the soft, rhythmically-pulsing mound of her perky left breast.
As she shifts over slightly to reach out for the wine bottle again, catching you off-guard as you furiously avoided looking at her, you instinctively reach out and brace yourself against her protruding nipple, the thin white tank top doing little to blunt the feel of it through the cloth. Now magnified, much closer up, Tien's laughter booms behind you as you panic and pull away instantly, suddenly more acutely aware than ever that she's not wearing a bra.
"What, shy?" Her voice rings out overhead, once again sounding playful. "With how quickly you had Sora's lips all over you, I wouldn't have guessed!"
"It- it's not like that!" You can practically hear her smirk even before you spin around, looking up into her laughing face, steadying yourself against the shaking turf as she chuckles lightly - earthquake level tremors, from your perspective. "L-look, at my size, things are different, okay? I only get so much... choice... how I end up interacting with people..."
As you struggle to articulate the fundamental incongruities between normal and diminutive world views necessitated by your unique condition, while hardly at your most articulate in this intoxicated condition, Tien looks momentarily surprised and then contemplative, in turn, before slightly arching an eyebrow down at you. You suddenly realize that you're still bracing against her nipple with one hand, and jerk it back immediately and start apologizing.
She grins nonchalantly, and suddenly the syringe in her hand is filling up your wine bucket again. "Don't worry about it," she tries to laugh it off without actually laughing, now taking care to keep her breath steady so as not to shake you up too much. "I'm a happily married woman, but my wife and I may or may not still have a little Stevie doll in our toy collection, hmm?" She winks.
You sigh in relief, and then start in surprise. "Wait, wha-"
"Shh! That's a secret!" Tien lifts a finger to her lips, and cuts you off immediately. "So! Now that I told you one, maybe, now it's your turn. How's tiny life been for you since we met, other than sewers and my little girl, hmm? What's school like at that size? You have friends?" She leans in closer, conspiratorially, a naughty look in her eye. "Girlfriend?"
You think about it a moment, sitting nervously atop this woman's tit.
Oh, what the hell...
"If we're going to talk about that," you answer evenly, raising your now-full bucket up to your face. "I'm going to need just a bit of prep..."
...
Pain. It fills your world; your brain pounding against your skull like a cornered animal, your insides burning as they tear themselves apart. Your head reels uncontrollably as you start to regain consciousness, little by little, starting out with only just enough awareness to regret still being alive.
You're somewhere warm; hot, even. And cramped. Soft. Lying naked in a pool of thick, warm liquid that soaks you everywhere, coating every crevice of your body in slippery slime.
Without thinking, without even opening your eyes to look, you press your face into the yielding surface underneath you and open wide, slurping down a mouthful of the rich, thick, slightly-sweet and slightly-sour tasting fluid. It goes down heavily, but you don't care. Anything, any kind of hydration at all, to quell the agony burning within. It's not like you could possibly feel any sicker.
You swallow down another mouthful, and then another - groaning in pain, still with your eyes squeezed shut against whatever sights of hell you're sure to find. You don't even care what's going on right now. You just want to stop hurting so much; or, failing that, at least die quickly...
You slurp the area around you dry, and then, unwilling to move in search of more, stick out your tongue and lap at the floor below you. This turns out to be a mistake.
A familiar texture greets you as you lick and suck at the rough, damp, squishy surface pressing against you, and then suddenly everything starts shaking. Familiar, feminine laughter booms all around you, sending your headache into what's surely near-lethal territory as you recognize the sound, suddenly waking up all at once and realizing where you are.
Like a bad dream, amplifying your suffering, memories of last night start to filter in. Just brief, vague ones: Tien teasing you about the girls in your life, or lack thereof. Hotly defending your honor. More drinks. Getting her phone. Contacting your parents. Contacting her wife. Posing for nudes which she goaded you into sending her wife yourself, getting you to work the 'send' button after taking them.
You've made a fool of yourself, all right. That much you know for sure.
What you don't know, is how you ended up here...
Steeling yourself against Tien's hopeful and expectant smile, you somehow force yourself to let her down. "That's- that sounds nice, but..." you hesitate. 21 grand a year? That's more than you've ever seen in your life! Was that actually good, though? You're vaguely aware that it seems somewhat on the low end... doesn't it? "I'll have to think about it for a while," you manage, gesturing to the overturned toothpaste cap cradled in your left arm. "I'm not, uh, exactly in the best state to be making that decision right now, haha..."
Tien smiles broadly. "Of course!" She accepts it easily, and smiles, to your relief. Then she winks at you and stretches a little more, catching you back off-guard again. It's been so long since you've properly socialized, (or drank, for that matter), every little jab this woman teases you with seems to fluster you uncontrollably, and you have little doubt she knows it.
Your suspicions are all but confirmed when she suddenly sits up, holding her open hand out just in front of you. "So why don't you come up here and tell me a bit about yourself, hmm?" She asks, lightly. "No need to be so distant; we've met before, you know!"
"Uh. Yeah, Sora told me..." you stammer, hesitating just a fraction of a second before killing the rest of your drink, and stepping onto the cheerful woman's waiting palm. It shoots suddenly forward towards her chest, carrying you with it. A moment later, she's laying back on the couch again, this time with you sitting cross-legged, heart racing and skin flushed, atop the soft, rhythmically-pulsing mound of her perky left breast.
As she shifts over slightly to reach out for the wine bottle again, catching you off-guard as you furiously avoided looking at her, you instinctively reach out and brace yourself against her protruding nipple, the thin white tank top doing little to blunt the feel of it through the cloth. Now magnified, much closer up, Tien's laughter booms behind you as you panic and pull away instantly, suddenly more acutely aware than ever that she's not wearing a bra.
"What, shy?" Her voice rings out overhead, once again sounding playful. "With how quickly you had Sora's lips all over you, I wouldn't have guessed!"
"It- it's not like that!" You can practically hear her smirk even before you spin around, looking up into her laughing face, steadying yourself against the shaking turf as she chuckles lightly - earthquake level tremors, from your perspective. "L-look, at my size, things are different, okay? I only get so much... choice... how I end up interacting with people..."
As you struggle to articulate the fundamental incongruities between normal and diminutive world views necessitated by your unique condition, while hardly at your most articulate in this intoxicated condition, Tien looks momentarily surprised and then contemplative, in turn, before slightly arching an eyebrow down at you. You suddenly realize that you're still bracing against her nipple with one hand, and jerk it back immediately and start apologizing.
She grins nonchalantly, and suddenly the syringe in her hand is filling up your wine bucket again. "Don't worry about it," she tries to laugh it off without actually laughing, now taking care to keep her breath steady so as not to shake you up too much. "I'm a happily married woman, but my wife and I may or may not still have a little Stevie doll in our toy collection, hmm?" She winks.
You sigh in relief, and then start in surprise. "Wait, wha-"
"Shh! That's a secret!" Tien lifts a finger to her lips, and cuts you off immediately. "So! Now that I told you one, maybe, now it's your turn. How's tiny life been for you since we met, other than sewers and my little girl, hmm? What's school like at that size? You have friends?" She leans in closer, conspiratorially, a naughty look in her eye. "Girlfriend?"
You think about it a moment, sitting nervously atop this woman's tit.
Oh, what the hell...
"If we're going to talk about that," you answer evenly, raising your now-full bucket up to your face. "I'm going to need just a bit of prep..."
...
Pain. It fills your world; your brain pounding against your skull like a cornered animal, your insides burning as they tear themselves apart. Your head reels uncontrollably as you start to regain consciousness, little by little, starting out with only just enough awareness to regret still being alive.
You're somewhere warm; hot, even. And cramped. Soft. Lying naked in a pool of thick, warm liquid that soaks you everywhere, coating every crevice of your body in slippery slime.
Without thinking, without even opening your eyes to look, you press your face into the yielding surface underneath you and open wide, slurping down a mouthful of the rich, thick, slightly-sweet and slightly-sour tasting fluid. It goes down heavily, but you don't care. Anything, any kind of hydration at all, to quell the agony burning within. It's not like you could possibly feel any sicker.
You swallow down another mouthful, and then another - groaning in pain, still with your eyes squeezed shut against whatever sights of hell you're sure to find. You don't even care what's going on right now. You just want to stop hurting so much; or, failing that, at least die quickly...
You slurp the area around you dry, and then, unwilling to move in search of more, stick out your tongue and lap at the floor below you. This turns out to be a mistake.
A familiar texture greets you as you lick and suck at the rough, damp, squishy surface pressing against you, and then suddenly everything starts shaking. Familiar, feminine laughter booms all around you, sending your headache into what's surely near-lethal territory as you recognize the sound, suddenly waking up all at once and realizing where you are.
Like a bad dream, amplifying your suffering, memories of last night start to filter in. Just brief, vague ones: Tien teasing you about the girls in your life, or lack thereof. Hotly defending your honor. More drinks. Getting her phone. Contacting your parents. Contacting her wife. Posing for nudes which she goaded you into sending her wife yourself, getting you to work the 'send' button after taking them.
You've made a fool of yourself, all right. That much you know for sure.
What you don't know, is how you ended up here...
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