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Small Self
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
doodad
Alex slid down, in the curve of Saturday's crack, but not inside; about a millimeter deep of sweat drenched ass crack untouched by panties, which was more than enough to function as monstrous water-slide for world's smallest woman.
The slippery flesh and Saturday's happy dance had Alex dropping deeper. Occasionally Saturday's ass would "pinch" (smash) Alex and the shaking would throw her back up, but down you went, slow and torturous. As she ended up underneath Saturday's ass, and the shaking didn't end there. The girl started walking. Then she started skipping. Or possibly just walk up some stairs. It was a bit of a guess from where Alex was right now.
Trampolined and bounced between the teens ass and panties, Alex kept moving. Forward.
After about a million bounces, smashes, gratings from cotton threads wider than her body is tall, and a traveling a relative distance of hundreds and thousands of miles, it goes quiet for a second.
Still smelling off sweat and body oils, Alex tried to keep it together after being shaken for so... honestly, less than two minutes.
Still feeling some flesh pressing back on her, and her face now pressed into the fabric of the panties. Grating, but a welcome change. Breathing was a little bit easier, but not by much. Then the fabric started stretching backwards and to the sides, no longer tossing Alex around as she was before, but still rocked from one side to the other, stuck to the panties, tough, rubbery skin rubbing her in. Then light dropped in, and Alex felt herself drop down. Fast.
Saturday had entered her room, but something was wrong: She couldn't feel Alex anymore. Not that it was a lot, but she could definitely feel her move before.
Maybe she just wasn't focusing enough, but it could never hurt to check. If she fell out and got lost, Saturday would have to waste maybe her whole night looking for her when she could be playing. Also it would be irresponsible or something...
Closing the door of her room, and the curtains, just to be sure, Saturday lowered her short to her thighs, and started rummaging through her panties, looking for her 'friend'.
As you turned on your back, hoping to draw Saturday's attention, though she was not sure what that would accomplice, she faced a curly black forest of immature pubic hair, each strand still easily twice as wide as she was tall. Barely hiding behind it, almost directly above Alex, was a gigantic mound of skin with a cleft down the middle. Alex looked away, up at the light, rather not thinking where she would end up if Saturday would pull up her panties right now.
Speak of the devil...
It took only a couple of seconds, but Saturday had again managed to spot the dust speck of a woman in one go.
*Phew* "Though I lost you for a second!" she sighed. "Glad i didn't leave you behind!"
"Very funny." Alex muttered to herself. "CAN YOU PLEASE GET ME OUT OF HERE?" she yelled at the teen keeping her hostage.
It was quiet. Figures; she can spot you from miles away, but can't hear you even from halfway from her own body.
"You know what? I'm not gonna be mad at you!" Saturday "But you were a nice seat pillow..."
"SATURDAY! LET ME OUT!" Alex tried again. "WE'LL PLAY WHATEVER GAME YOU WANT! JUST PLEASE LET ME OUT!" she started waving her arms, and tried to stand. She couldn't get a footing, but could balance on her knees a little.
Saturday squinted. She might not be able to hear Alex talk, or even see her face from down there, but she could see the speck moving...
A giant thumb and index finger dipped into the panties and, surprisingly, managed to pick up Alex in one go.
After a short and abrupt trip upwards, Alex felt the pressure release, and, other than the familiar "subtle" movements of a hand being as still as possible.
Alex stood up, apparently on top of Saturday's index finger, looking up at a single eye.
"... Saturday, please -" Alex started talking. Either Saturday could hear her from her, or was at least pretending she could. "- I'll play any game, just don't put me drop in your pants!"
"PantIES." Saturday corrected, her finger trembling just from her talking. At least she could hear her from this close.
"... Panties." Alex repeated "It's humiliating and... Mean!" Alex really didn't want to go into details about this, and hoped Saturday doesn't either...
"Oh come on!" Saturday spoke, sounding way to upbeat for Alex's tastes. "It's just a little teasing between friends! And I already know what were gonna play, but it's a surprise for you! So be patient a little longer! It'll be great fun!" Alex couldn't believe what she heard, and seriously began to question if Saturday really understood just how small and helpless she was... or at least how careless she was, handling her like this.
Before she could reply, or even think about it a little longer, Saturday's finger started moving again, Alex trying to keep her balance, before trying to hold on to the rough bumps of the girls fingerprints, but it was no use, she couldn't get a hold of ridges that huge.
As she plummeted down, Alex got a look down. To her relief, she was caught by Saturday's left hand. To her horror, the hand then started to tip over, as her right hand held open the waistline of her panties.
Saturday let go of the waistband and pulled up her shorts. Alex was still there, safe and close, and she was hers for the whole evening. Maybe she convince Calpernia she'd be a great babysitter for Alex. Or would that be tinysitter? Anyway, that'd be fantastic; she's got way more time and attention for Alex anyway!
Now then... What was she going to do? She did just promise Alex some great fun, but she hasn't actually had time to think of anything yet...
"Saturday! Dinner!" Saturday's mother yelled.
"On my way!" she replied. She would think of something while she ate. "Note to self, feed Alex." Saturday told herself, already distracted by trying to think up ideas.
Meanwhile, Alex -
The slippery flesh and Saturday's happy dance had Alex dropping deeper. Occasionally Saturday's ass would "pinch" (smash) Alex and the shaking would throw her back up, but down you went, slow and torturous. As she ended up underneath Saturday's ass, and the shaking didn't end there. The girl started walking. Then she started skipping. Or possibly just walk up some stairs. It was a bit of a guess from where Alex was right now.
Trampolined and bounced between the teens ass and panties, Alex kept moving. Forward.
After about a million bounces, smashes, gratings from cotton threads wider than her body is tall, and a traveling a relative distance of hundreds and thousands of miles, it goes quiet for a second.
Still smelling off sweat and body oils, Alex tried to keep it together after being shaken for so... honestly, less than two minutes.
Still feeling some flesh pressing back on her, and her face now pressed into the fabric of the panties. Grating, but a welcome change. Breathing was a little bit easier, but not by much. Then the fabric started stretching backwards and to the sides, no longer tossing Alex around as she was before, but still rocked from one side to the other, stuck to the panties, tough, rubbery skin rubbing her in. Then light dropped in, and Alex felt herself drop down. Fast.
Saturday had entered her room, but something was wrong: She couldn't feel Alex anymore. Not that it was a lot, but she could definitely feel her move before.
Maybe she just wasn't focusing enough, but it could never hurt to check. If she fell out and got lost, Saturday would have to waste maybe her whole night looking for her when she could be playing. Also it would be irresponsible or something...
Closing the door of her room, and the curtains, just to be sure, Saturday lowered her short to her thighs, and started rummaging through her panties, looking for her 'friend'.
As you turned on your back, hoping to draw Saturday's attention, though she was not sure what that would accomplice, she faced a curly black forest of immature pubic hair, each strand still easily twice as wide as she was tall. Barely hiding behind it, almost directly above Alex, was a gigantic mound of skin with a cleft down the middle. Alex looked away, up at the light, rather not thinking where she would end up if Saturday would pull up her panties right now.
Speak of the devil...
It took only a couple of seconds, but Saturday had again managed to spot the dust speck of a woman in one go.
*Phew* "Though I lost you for a second!" she sighed. "Glad i didn't leave you behind!"
"Very funny." Alex muttered to herself. "CAN YOU PLEASE GET ME OUT OF HERE?" she yelled at the teen keeping her hostage.
It was quiet. Figures; she can spot you from miles away, but can't hear you even from halfway from her own body.
"You know what? I'm not gonna be mad at you!" Saturday "But you were a nice seat pillow..."
"SATURDAY! LET ME OUT!" Alex tried again. "WE'LL PLAY WHATEVER GAME YOU WANT! JUST PLEASE LET ME OUT!" she started waving her arms, and tried to stand. She couldn't get a footing, but could balance on her knees a little.
Saturday squinted. She might not be able to hear Alex talk, or even see her face from down there, but she could see the speck moving...
A giant thumb and index finger dipped into the panties and, surprisingly, managed to pick up Alex in one go.
After a short and abrupt trip upwards, Alex felt the pressure release, and, other than the familiar "subtle" movements of a hand being as still as possible.
Alex stood up, apparently on top of Saturday's index finger, looking up at a single eye.
"... Saturday, please -" Alex started talking. Either Saturday could hear her from her, or was at least pretending she could. "- I'll play any game, just don't put me drop in your pants!"
"PantIES." Saturday corrected, her finger trembling just from her talking. At least she could hear her from this close.
"... Panties." Alex repeated "It's humiliating and... Mean!" Alex really didn't want to go into details about this, and hoped Saturday doesn't either...
"Oh come on!" Saturday spoke, sounding way to upbeat for Alex's tastes. "It's just a little teasing between friends! And I already know what were gonna play, but it's a surprise for you! So be patient a little longer! It'll be great fun!" Alex couldn't believe what she heard, and seriously began to question if Saturday really understood just how small and helpless she was... or at least how careless she was, handling her like this.
Before she could reply, or even think about it a little longer, Saturday's finger started moving again, Alex trying to keep her balance, before trying to hold on to the rough bumps of the girls fingerprints, but it was no use, she couldn't get a hold of ridges that huge.
As she plummeted down, Alex got a look down. To her relief, she was caught by Saturday's left hand. To her horror, the hand then started to tip over, as her right hand held open the waistline of her panties.
Saturday let go of the waistband and pulled up her shorts. Alex was still there, safe and close, and she was hers for the whole evening. Maybe she convince Calpernia she'd be a great babysitter for Alex. Or would that be tinysitter? Anyway, that'd be fantastic; she's got way more time and attention for Alex anyway!
Now then... What was she going to do? She did just promise Alex some great fun, but she hasn't actually had time to think of anything yet...
"Saturday! Dinner!" Saturday's mother yelled.
"On my way!" she replied. She would think of something while she ate. "Note to self, feed Alex." Saturday told herself, already distracted by trying to think up ideas.
Meanwhile, Alex -
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