Sarah doesn't put Jill down.
My name is Jill Tiny
chapter 4
by
copier
· original author:
crashed
"I just want to get to know you better," said Sarah, ignoring Jill's request and continuing her stroking.
"You can do that with me on the desk," said Jill. "Please, this is really embarrassing."
Sarah raised her eyebrows. "Embarrassing? Why? We're all just people here."
"Because," said Jill, grasping Sarah's finger for emphasis, "You're not treating me like a person. I ask you to put me down and you don't, and I can't do anything about it. That wouldn't embarrass you?"
Sarah's cheerful face melted into a pout. "Sorry," she said, lightly rubbing Jill's stomach. "It's just so much fun to hold you."
"You're doing it again!" snapped Jill, irritated. "Stop it and put me down!"
This time, Sarah didn't even acknowledge Jill, and her finger made its way up to the bottom of Jill's proportionately large breasts. The finger pressed into them from below, lifting them up uncomfortably beneath Jill's shirt and scrunching the fabric up in the cleavage.
"Hey, cut it out!" Jill yelled, furiously trying to push the finger away.
"You feel so real!" Sarah said in wonderment.
"I am real, goddamit!" Jill shouted back.
By this point, it was clear that Sarah didn't understand that Jill was a real person, just like her.
What happens next?
"You can do that with me on the desk," said Jill. "Please, this is really embarrassing."
Sarah raised her eyebrows. "Embarrassing? Why? We're all just people here."
"Because," said Jill, grasping Sarah's finger for emphasis, "You're not treating me like a person. I ask you to put me down and you don't, and I can't do anything about it. That wouldn't embarrass you?"
Sarah's cheerful face melted into a pout. "Sorry," she said, lightly rubbing Jill's stomach. "It's just so much fun to hold you."
"You're doing it again!" snapped Jill, irritated. "Stop it and put me down!"
This time, Sarah didn't even acknowledge Jill, and her finger made its way up to the bottom of Jill's proportionately large breasts. The finger pressed into them from below, lifting them up uncomfortably beneath Jill's shirt and scrunching the fabric up in the cleavage.
"Hey, cut it out!" Jill yelled, furiously trying to push the finger away.
"You feel so real!" Sarah said in wonderment.
"I am real, goddamit!" Jill shouted back.
By this point, it was clear that Sarah didn't understand that Jill was a real person, just like her.
What happens next?
3 views
·
August 15
Log in to comment