Jackie's Tale Part 1
My name is Jill Tiny
chapter 28
by
copier
· original author:
rainman1131
Later, Cindy was outside on the sidewalk, on her way to Jackie's house. She held the pack in her arms, the zipper opened slightly so Jackie could poke her head out, allowing the two girls to talk.
Cindy hesitated a moment, then looked down at the tiny brunette. "Jackie? I've been wanting to ask you something." She bit her lip. "What happened to you, Jackie?"
The smaller girl looked up out of the pack. "What do you mean?"
"Well," Cindy said tentatively. "I mean, the way you talk about us big people, us biggies. You're really sarcastic and funny, and all, but what do you really have against us, Jackie? Did a big person hurt you?"
The tiny girl looked away. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"I just thought if you wanted to tell me-"
"Mind your own business!" Jackie yelled suddenly, causing Cindy to stop walking.
"Okay, okay," Cindy said softly. "You don't have to bite my head off," the larger girl said, sounding a little hurt.
Cindy began walking again. For the next several minutes neither girl said anything. The mood was tense.
At last, Jackie said, "Do you really want to hear it?"
Cindy looked down at her tiny friend. "Yes, I do. But only if you want to tell me, Jackie."
Jackie shrugged. "You asked for it."
Cindy moved over to a park bench, and sat down, holding the pack on her lap.
Jackie told her story.
It had happened the year before. Her parents had had their traditional Christmas party, and Jackie had retreated to the peace and quiet of her room. Most of the adults, Jackie knew, would be probably get very drunk before the night was over, and Jackie wanted no part of that scene.
She sat in the middle of her bed, her huge, 'normal'-sized bed, reading a book. Jackie had begun to doze when she heard her door knob rattle. As Jackie watched, the knob turned slowly, then the door pushed inward.
"I told you I don't want to play checkers right now, little bro," Jackie called. "I'm too tired to lug those pieces around the board tonight. Maybe tomorow-"
It wasn't her brother.
"Oh, shit," Jackie breathed.
Standing in her doorway was a tall dark-haired woman in her forties, her generous curves squeezed into a short, red dress that looked to be straining a bit at the seams. She was attractive for an older woman, her face having the exotic, dark complexion of an Italian movie star. She smiled when she saw Jackie on her bed.
"Opps, thought this was the bathroom," the woman said, slightly slurring her words. "Hi there, Jackie."
Jackie pasted a smile on her face. "Hi, Mrs. Santori. Uh, the bathroom's the next one on the right."
Mrs. Santori smiled, taking a step into the room. She looked around Jackie's bedroom. "You know, I always thought you lived in a doll house or something."
Jackie felt herself start to blush. "No, ma'am. Just a regular room. Um, like I said, Mrs. Santori, the bathroom's out there on the right."
The large women took another step into the room, then closed the door softly behind her. "Let's have a little girl talk, Jackie."
Jackie felt a twinge of unease. 'Uh, I really can't, Mrs. Santori. I've got this book to read for school."
Mrs. Santori clucked her tongue, moving around to the side of Jackie's bed. "Don't lie to me, sweetie. This is Christmas vacation."
Jackie gulped, shaking her head. "No, ma'am. It's true, it's-"
Mrs. Santori held up a hand to silence Jackie. The huge woman then sat down on the edge of Jackie's bed, very close to the tiny girl. Jackie felt herself sliding slowly to where the woman's huge bulk indented her mattress. With an effort, the tiny brunette was able to scoot far enough away to avoid getting sucked next to Mrs. Santori's body. Jackie now noticed, with more than a little disgust, that the huge woman's dress was hiked up, revealing a large expanse of black panties.
Mrs. Santori smiled down at Jackie. "Do you think I'm pretty, Jackie?"
Jackie began to tremble. "What...Mrs Santori... what are you... what are you talking about?"
The large brunette leaned down closer to Jackie, her voice husky. "Oh, I think you know, Jackie." Mrs. Santori paused, licking her lips. "This is going to happen, Jackie, and there is nothing you can do about it."
"Noooo!" Jackie screamed, trying to scramble away.
'No you don't, honey," the tipsy giantess whispered, breathing the sour smell of alcohol down onto Jackie. She batted Jackie down with her hand, then placed two huge fingers on her stomach, effectively pinning the tiny girl to the bed.
"Please," Jackie begged. "Don't do this to me, Mrs. Santori."
Cindy hesitated a moment, then looked down at the tiny brunette. "Jackie? I've been wanting to ask you something." She bit her lip. "What happened to you, Jackie?"
The smaller girl looked up out of the pack. "What do you mean?"
"Well," Cindy said tentatively. "I mean, the way you talk about us big people, us biggies. You're really sarcastic and funny, and all, but what do you really have against us, Jackie? Did a big person hurt you?"
The tiny girl looked away. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"I just thought if you wanted to tell me-"
"Mind your own business!" Jackie yelled suddenly, causing Cindy to stop walking.
"Okay, okay," Cindy said softly. "You don't have to bite my head off," the larger girl said, sounding a little hurt.
Cindy began walking again. For the next several minutes neither girl said anything. The mood was tense.
At last, Jackie said, "Do you really want to hear it?"
Cindy looked down at her tiny friend. "Yes, I do. But only if you want to tell me, Jackie."
Jackie shrugged. "You asked for it."
Cindy moved over to a park bench, and sat down, holding the pack on her lap.
Jackie told her story.
It had happened the year before. Her parents had had their traditional Christmas party, and Jackie had retreated to the peace and quiet of her room. Most of the adults, Jackie knew, would be probably get very drunk before the night was over, and Jackie wanted no part of that scene.
She sat in the middle of her bed, her huge, 'normal'-sized bed, reading a book. Jackie had begun to doze when she heard her door knob rattle. As Jackie watched, the knob turned slowly, then the door pushed inward.
"I told you I don't want to play checkers right now, little bro," Jackie called. "I'm too tired to lug those pieces around the board tonight. Maybe tomorow-"
It wasn't her brother.
"Oh, shit," Jackie breathed.
Standing in her doorway was a tall dark-haired woman in her forties, her generous curves squeezed into a short, red dress that looked to be straining a bit at the seams. She was attractive for an older woman, her face having the exotic, dark complexion of an Italian movie star. She smiled when she saw Jackie on her bed.
"Opps, thought this was the bathroom," the woman said, slightly slurring her words. "Hi there, Jackie."
Jackie pasted a smile on her face. "Hi, Mrs. Santori. Uh, the bathroom's the next one on the right."
Mrs. Santori smiled, taking a step into the room. She looked around Jackie's bedroom. "You know, I always thought you lived in a doll house or something."
Jackie felt herself start to blush. "No, ma'am. Just a regular room. Um, like I said, Mrs. Santori, the bathroom's out there on the right."
The large women took another step into the room, then closed the door softly behind her. "Let's have a little girl talk, Jackie."
Jackie felt a twinge of unease. 'Uh, I really can't, Mrs. Santori. I've got this book to read for school."
Mrs. Santori clucked her tongue, moving around to the side of Jackie's bed. "Don't lie to me, sweetie. This is Christmas vacation."
Jackie gulped, shaking her head. "No, ma'am. It's true, it's-"
Mrs. Santori held up a hand to silence Jackie. The huge woman then sat down on the edge of Jackie's bed, very close to the tiny girl. Jackie felt herself sliding slowly to where the woman's huge bulk indented her mattress. With an effort, the tiny brunette was able to scoot far enough away to avoid getting sucked next to Mrs. Santori's body. Jackie now noticed, with more than a little disgust, that the huge woman's dress was hiked up, revealing a large expanse of black panties.
Mrs. Santori smiled down at Jackie. "Do you think I'm pretty, Jackie?"
Jackie began to tremble. "What...Mrs Santori... what are you... what are you talking about?"
The large brunette leaned down closer to Jackie, her voice husky. "Oh, I think you know, Jackie." Mrs. Santori paused, licking her lips. "This is going to happen, Jackie, and there is nothing you can do about it."
"Noooo!" Jackie screamed, trying to scramble away.
'No you don't, honey," the tipsy giantess whispered, breathing the sour smell of alcohol down onto Jackie. She batted Jackie down with her hand, then placed two huge fingers on her stomach, effectively pinning the tiny girl to the bed.
"Please," Jackie begged. "Don't do this to me, Mrs. Santori."
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