Find a way to fake drinking the drugged juice.
My name is Jill Tiny
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
rainman1131
When Jill got to the head of the line, she hesitated before the glass that Chloe had set down for her. The giant girl stared down at Jill, a slight frown appearing on her pretty face.
She'll force it down my throat if I don't drink it myself, thought Jill.
Jill picked up the little glass and brought it to her lips, feeling Chloe's eyes following her every move. She tried to think of something she could do, anything to avoid taking the drugged juice, but couldn't come up with anything. Sighing softly, Jill upended the glass, draining it completely down her throat. Chloe watched her until she was sure Jill swallowed.
"Good girl, Jill!" said Chloe, delighted. "That's good for you! Okay, little ones, time to go back to my room. Everybody get over here by the bowl."
All the little teens, including Jill, moved toward the big bowl that Chloe had replaced in the middle of the table. Chloe began lifting them, one by one, into the bowl, cuddling this one to her cheek, or rubbing that one against her chest, or dangling another by a foot, and licking the little face. Chloe was really quite creative, finding all kinds of different ways to touch and fondle her little people before setting them into the bowl.
Jill positioned herself a little away from the others, behind a potted plant that was used as the table centerpiece. Glancing around quickly to see that nobody was looking at her, Jill quickly pulled herself up to the rim of the pot. Then, remembering something she had seen another girl at her old school do, stuck two fingers as far down her throat as she could.
Jill started gagging, and, in a few seconds, felt a hot liquid gout of vomit rushing up her throat. She leaned on the rim of the pot, and threw up a stream of pulpy orange juice, peppered with tiny chunks of strawberry. Jill wiped her mouth hurriedly and moved around the pot, and stood next to the bowl.
She was just in time. Chloe was holding the second-to-last teen, Emily, up to her face, turning her head back and forth, studying the little girl from every angle, perhaps trying to decide what to do with her. Emily lay placidly in Chloe's hand, moving her head in imitation of Chloe's movements. Chloe laughed and planted a kiss on Emily's tiny face, then deposited the giggling girl into the bowl.
Now it was Jill's turn. When Chloe's hand enveloped her waist, Jill did her best to smile as she was lifted up to the giant face.
Chloe's eyes narrowed. "How are you feeling, Jill?"
Jill froze a goofy grin on her face, and looked deeply into the huge eyes of the giantess. "Oh, I feel just wonderful, Chloe!" Jill stretched her little arms up and kicked her feet a little, then rested her hands on Chloe's thumb. "It feels so nice to be held by you, Chloe. Your so big and so beautiful. I just know you'll take really good care of me."
Chloe smiled. "That's right, little girl," The giant girl lifted Jill to her lips, and, pulling up her little cheerleader sweater, planted a kiss on her tiny, soft belly. Jill's giggle was for real as she felt the huge, rubbery lips touch her skin. Jill was then deposited into the bowl with the others.
Chloe carried the bowl to her room, being careful not to shake it too much as she walked. At her bedroom door, Chloe set the bowl on the floor so she could open the door.
Jill saw her chance, and took it. Checking to see that the other tiny teens were occupied with each other or staring lovingly up at Chloe, Jill grabbed the edge of the bowl and levered herself up and over the rim. She hit the rug rolling, then ducked behind a bookcase that lined one wall of the hallway.
She watched as Chloe stooped back down, picked up the bowl, and walked into her room, kicking the door closed behind her.
Jill had to stifle a cry of triumph. She'd done it! The first part, anyway. Now she had to find a way out of the house. She walked carefully down the hallway, keeping close to the wall in case any of the family came out of the kitchen. When she drew even with the kitchen doorway, she peered inside, and was relieved to find all five big people still seated at the breakfast table.
Jill tip-toed by the doorway and moved down the hall, and into the living room. She scanned the large room, looking for some way out. There was a large picture window, but Jill saw no way she could escape there. The door was closed, of course, but Jill wondered if it might not be locked.
Like that matters, thought Jill. Even if I could get up to the knob, and it's unlocked, I'm probably too little to turn it. She began to turn away from the door, when something caught her eye.
A doggy door.
Set into the bottom of the big door was a hinged pet door, about one foot tall and one foot wide. Jill felt a surge of hope. She rushed over to the door, and started to push on the little brass doggy door. It was tougher than she thought it would be. She shoved it as had as she could, and the little door moved up and outward a bit, but not nearly enough to allow her to get through.
She pushed again, doing a bit better this time, when a booming voice behind her said, "Going somewhere, Jill?"
All the strength went out of Jill's tiny legs, and she slumped down to the carpet, allowing the little door to fall closed. She rolled onto her back and looked at the two huge feet that now stood directly in front of her.
White tennis shoes, nearly as long as she was tall, stood on either side of her. Short, fuzzy socks hugged huge calves, giving way to dimpled knees, on up to slightly chubby, but shapely thighs encased in a pair of red summer shorts. A yellow t-shirt covered just developing breasts. Last came Marcy's pretty, young face, smiling pleasantly down at Jill.
"Going out the doggy door, Jill? That's kind of funny for somebody who says she isn't a pet."
Jill threw herself down on Marcy's foot, hugging it to her. "Please, Marcy! Won't you just open the door and let me go? Please?"
Marcy sat down cross-legged in front of Jill, gently prodding the little teen off her foot. "Sorry, Jill. You belong to Chloe, and she would be real mad if I did that."
Jill pounded her fists down on Marcy's knee. "I keep telling you, I'm not a pet! I don't belong to anybody! Just let me go!"
Marcy barely felt the little fists, so she ignored them. She patted her own knee. "Climb up here, Jill. I want to tell you something."
Jill started to protest, then decided it wasn't worth the effort. She climbed up onto Marcy's lap, settling herself on one thigh, with her tiny legs hanging down between Marcy's huge ones. Jill looked down glumly, absently kicking a foot into Marcy's other thigh.
A huge finger came down under Jill's chin, and gently tilted her face upward. "I saw you throw up the juice, Jill. That was naughty."
Jill sighed. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I suppose you're going to spank me now, huh, Marcy?"
Jill's voice sounded dismal and hopeless, as though she didn't care what Marcy did to her.
Marcy looked down at Jill uncertainly. "Well, no. I don't want to do that. I don't want to hurt you, Jill. I just want to play with you a little."
Jill sighed, twisting her head away from Marcy's finger. "So go ahead. There's nothing I can do about it."
"The thing is, Chloe will realize you're missing any minute. When she finds you, she'll take you back, and punish you for not drinking your juice. Then I won't get to play with you."
Jill's ears perked up at that, She craned her head up to see Marcy's face. "What kind of punishment?"
"Well," said the giant girl. "She'll probably put you in the Punishment Cage. It's a bird cage hanging from the ceiling in a corner of her room. She'll strip you, then leave you in there all day, maybe longer."
Jill shuddered. She was very afraid of heights. "Do you have something in mind, Marcy?"
Marcy smiled. "Yes. I won't tell Chloe you threw up your juice. I'll tell her you jumped out of the bowl and came running to me. We'll say you really miss your little sister, and that I remind you of her. If we tell it right, it just might work. Chloe likes to make her little people happy."
"Well..."
"Either you go along with the story, Jill, or I tell her about the juice."
Jill nodded her head slightly. "Okay, okay. I'll do it, Marcy. So, are you planning to keep me somewhere in your room, in a drawer or something."
Marcy laughed. "No. If Chloe lets me keep you, I'm pretty sure she'll let me bring your house in there. I think it will fit on top of my nightstand."
"Marcy!" Chloe called, entering the living room. "Have you seen Jill?"
"She's right here, Chloe."
Jill and Marcy proceeded with the plan, convincing Chloe to allow Marcy to keep Jill, at least for awhile.
When Chloe left the room, Marcy reached down and scooped her hand under Jill's bottom, and lifted her up. She then stood and began walking to her bedroom.
"Marcy?" Jill asked from the giant palm. "Will you be making me take the juice from now on?"
The giant girl looked down thoughtfully at Jill. "No, I don't think so. I want to know when you're happy for real. For example, right now I'm guessing it would make you happy to get that sour taste out of your mouth. Let's get you to the bathroom, and rinse with some toothpaste."
"That would be nice! Thanks, Marcy!"
Marcy smiled at the tiny teen. "One more thing, Jill. You tried to trick Chloe so you could get away. Don't try that with me, okay? I promise not to drug you, but if you lie to me or try to escape, I'll have to punish you. Okay?"
Jill was afraid to ask what that punishment might be. She just nodded up at the giant girl.
"Good." They had reached the bathroom.
Marcy decided to...
She'll force it down my throat if I don't drink it myself, thought Jill.
Jill picked up the little glass and brought it to her lips, feeling Chloe's eyes following her every move. She tried to think of something she could do, anything to avoid taking the drugged juice, but couldn't come up with anything. Sighing softly, Jill upended the glass, draining it completely down her throat. Chloe watched her until she was sure Jill swallowed.
"Good girl, Jill!" said Chloe, delighted. "That's good for you! Okay, little ones, time to go back to my room. Everybody get over here by the bowl."
All the little teens, including Jill, moved toward the big bowl that Chloe had replaced in the middle of the table. Chloe began lifting them, one by one, into the bowl, cuddling this one to her cheek, or rubbing that one against her chest, or dangling another by a foot, and licking the little face. Chloe was really quite creative, finding all kinds of different ways to touch and fondle her little people before setting them into the bowl.
Jill positioned herself a little away from the others, behind a potted plant that was used as the table centerpiece. Glancing around quickly to see that nobody was looking at her, Jill quickly pulled herself up to the rim of the pot. Then, remembering something she had seen another girl at her old school do, stuck two fingers as far down her throat as she could.
Jill started gagging, and, in a few seconds, felt a hot liquid gout of vomit rushing up her throat. She leaned on the rim of the pot, and threw up a stream of pulpy orange juice, peppered with tiny chunks of strawberry. Jill wiped her mouth hurriedly and moved around the pot, and stood next to the bowl.
She was just in time. Chloe was holding the second-to-last teen, Emily, up to her face, turning her head back and forth, studying the little girl from every angle, perhaps trying to decide what to do with her. Emily lay placidly in Chloe's hand, moving her head in imitation of Chloe's movements. Chloe laughed and planted a kiss on Emily's tiny face, then deposited the giggling girl into the bowl.
Now it was Jill's turn. When Chloe's hand enveloped her waist, Jill did her best to smile as she was lifted up to the giant face.
Chloe's eyes narrowed. "How are you feeling, Jill?"
Jill froze a goofy grin on her face, and looked deeply into the huge eyes of the giantess. "Oh, I feel just wonderful, Chloe!" Jill stretched her little arms up and kicked her feet a little, then rested her hands on Chloe's thumb. "It feels so nice to be held by you, Chloe. Your so big and so beautiful. I just know you'll take really good care of me."
Chloe smiled. "That's right, little girl," The giant girl lifted Jill to her lips, and, pulling up her little cheerleader sweater, planted a kiss on her tiny, soft belly. Jill's giggle was for real as she felt the huge, rubbery lips touch her skin. Jill was then deposited into the bowl with the others.
Chloe carried the bowl to her room, being careful not to shake it too much as she walked. At her bedroom door, Chloe set the bowl on the floor so she could open the door.
Jill saw her chance, and took it. Checking to see that the other tiny teens were occupied with each other or staring lovingly up at Chloe, Jill grabbed the edge of the bowl and levered herself up and over the rim. She hit the rug rolling, then ducked behind a bookcase that lined one wall of the hallway.
She watched as Chloe stooped back down, picked up the bowl, and walked into her room, kicking the door closed behind her.
Jill had to stifle a cry of triumph. She'd done it! The first part, anyway. Now she had to find a way out of the house. She walked carefully down the hallway, keeping close to the wall in case any of the family came out of the kitchen. When she drew even with the kitchen doorway, she peered inside, and was relieved to find all five big people still seated at the breakfast table.
Jill tip-toed by the doorway and moved down the hall, and into the living room. She scanned the large room, looking for some way out. There was a large picture window, but Jill saw no way she could escape there. The door was closed, of course, but Jill wondered if it might not be locked.
Like that matters, thought Jill. Even if I could get up to the knob, and it's unlocked, I'm probably too little to turn it. She began to turn away from the door, when something caught her eye.
A doggy door.
Set into the bottom of the big door was a hinged pet door, about one foot tall and one foot wide. Jill felt a surge of hope. She rushed over to the door, and started to push on the little brass doggy door. It was tougher than she thought it would be. She shoved it as had as she could, and the little door moved up and outward a bit, but not nearly enough to allow her to get through.
She pushed again, doing a bit better this time, when a booming voice behind her said, "Going somewhere, Jill?"
All the strength went out of Jill's tiny legs, and she slumped down to the carpet, allowing the little door to fall closed. She rolled onto her back and looked at the two huge feet that now stood directly in front of her.
White tennis shoes, nearly as long as she was tall, stood on either side of her. Short, fuzzy socks hugged huge calves, giving way to dimpled knees, on up to slightly chubby, but shapely thighs encased in a pair of red summer shorts. A yellow t-shirt covered just developing breasts. Last came Marcy's pretty, young face, smiling pleasantly down at Jill.
"Going out the doggy door, Jill? That's kind of funny for somebody who says she isn't a pet."
Jill threw herself down on Marcy's foot, hugging it to her. "Please, Marcy! Won't you just open the door and let me go? Please?"
Marcy sat down cross-legged in front of Jill, gently prodding the little teen off her foot. "Sorry, Jill. You belong to Chloe, and she would be real mad if I did that."
Jill pounded her fists down on Marcy's knee. "I keep telling you, I'm not a pet! I don't belong to anybody! Just let me go!"
Marcy barely felt the little fists, so she ignored them. She patted her own knee. "Climb up here, Jill. I want to tell you something."
Jill started to protest, then decided it wasn't worth the effort. She climbed up onto Marcy's lap, settling herself on one thigh, with her tiny legs hanging down between Marcy's huge ones. Jill looked down glumly, absently kicking a foot into Marcy's other thigh.
A huge finger came down under Jill's chin, and gently tilted her face upward. "I saw you throw up the juice, Jill. That was naughty."
Jill sighed. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I suppose you're going to spank me now, huh, Marcy?"
Jill's voice sounded dismal and hopeless, as though she didn't care what Marcy did to her.
Marcy looked down at Jill uncertainly. "Well, no. I don't want to do that. I don't want to hurt you, Jill. I just want to play with you a little."
Jill sighed, twisting her head away from Marcy's finger. "So go ahead. There's nothing I can do about it."
"The thing is, Chloe will realize you're missing any minute. When she finds you, she'll take you back, and punish you for not drinking your juice. Then I won't get to play with you."
Jill's ears perked up at that, She craned her head up to see Marcy's face. "What kind of punishment?"
"Well," said the giant girl. "She'll probably put you in the Punishment Cage. It's a bird cage hanging from the ceiling in a corner of her room. She'll strip you, then leave you in there all day, maybe longer."
Jill shuddered. She was very afraid of heights. "Do you have something in mind, Marcy?"
Marcy smiled. "Yes. I won't tell Chloe you threw up your juice. I'll tell her you jumped out of the bowl and came running to me. We'll say you really miss your little sister, and that I remind you of her. If we tell it right, it just might work. Chloe likes to make her little people happy."
"Well..."
"Either you go along with the story, Jill, or I tell her about the juice."
Jill nodded her head slightly. "Okay, okay. I'll do it, Marcy. So, are you planning to keep me somewhere in your room, in a drawer or something."
Marcy laughed. "No. If Chloe lets me keep you, I'm pretty sure she'll let me bring your house in there. I think it will fit on top of my nightstand."
"Marcy!" Chloe called, entering the living room. "Have you seen Jill?"
"She's right here, Chloe."
Jill and Marcy proceeded with the plan, convincing Chloe to allow Marcy to keep Jill, at least for awhile.
When Chloe left the room, Marcy reached down and scooped her hand under Jill's bottom, and lifted her up. She then stood and began walking to her bedroom.
"Marcy?" Jill asked from the giant palm. "Will you be making me take the juice from now on?"
The giant girl looked down thoughtfully at Jill. "No, I don't think so. I want to know when you're happy for real. For example, right now I'm guessing it would make you happy to get that sour taste out of your mouth. Let's get you to the bathroom, and rinse with some toothpaste."
"That would be nice! Thanks, Marcy!"
Marcy smiled at the tiny teen. "One more thing, Jill. You tried to trick Chloe so you could get away. Don't try that with me, okay? I promise not to drug you, but if you lie to me or try to escape, I'll have to punish you. Okay?"
Jill was afraid to ask what that punishment might be. She just nodded up at the giant girl.
"Good." They had reached the bathroom.
Marcy decided to...
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