Finders Keepers
My name is Jill Tiny
chapter 11
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Chrissie gives the two tinies in her hand, totally naked and quite limp, one more going over before making up her mind:
"I think I'll keep you two for myself, at least for now. You don't mind, do you?" A mocking grin spreads across her massive face as she stares at the two glistening tinies. Jill and Tyler are somewhat conscious now, and they struggle and cry out weakly. Their chemical--induced coma, however, had left them in no condition to fight gravity, let alone Chrissie. Their giant captor's grin widens as she sees them object:
"Well, too bad. You're mine now. I can't believe they let you two out on your own, and as tiny students, no less!" She snorts at this preposterous concept, "Well, who am I to complain? It's my good fortune. Finders keepers after all. Now, hold still. You don't want to get hurt." Chrissie is a responsible girl, and she had just been given a demonstration of the fragility of her two new acquisitions. Instead of simply stuffing them in her purse, she carefully sets it down on a spare desk and spills out its contents. She then carefully lowers them into the bag and rolls them onto the bottom.
"Umph." Jill and Tyler let loose a groan as they tumble onto the leather bottom, and each other- the bag is only slightly longer than Jill is tall, and quite thin. They hear noises being made outside as Chrissie carefully sorts her items, then starts to replace them. She hangs on to the dangerous ones, such as a brush, makeup kit and tweezers, while replacing the rest, carefully covering the barely-conscious tinies with a thick pad of tissues first. Satisfied, she zips the bag closed- all the way closed, she knows air can get through the zipper and doesn't want any escape attempts. Humming brightly to herself, she walks into the locker room, large items in one hand and purse in the other.
She walks past a number of cheerleaders, all in high spirits and calling out greetings to her. When she gets to her locker, Jennie, whose locker is right next to her own, waggles her eyebrows. Chrissie puts a finger to her lips and nods meaningfully at her purse, which she carefully sets in her locker before brushing her hair and doing her makeup, to keep up appearances. She sets the brush, kit and tweezers next to the bag, then efficiently strips and changes. She smiles wickedly when she thinks of the show she would've given her tinies if they weren't in her purse. "Maybe later..." she thinks to herself, tossing her clothes into the Locker and firmly shutting it. "They'll keep for now" she thinks firmly as she focuses her attention on her practice.
It was quite a while after the dreadful clang of the locker door before Jill moves. Tyler is asleep, his experience having been more arduous than hers, apparently. Jill shakes herself. "Don't think of that" she tells herself. She looks around, with a depressing lack of success. It's pitch black inside Chrissie's purse. Jill turns her thoughts to escape, but her first aching attempt defeats her. Her body, except for her head, is covered by a pad of large tissues, on top of which are piled a variety of large, heavy objects. At full strength, Jill might have dislodged them, but after her ordeal Jill is as weak as a newborn babe. She subsides after a moment. There's no escape, at least not until they get out of this purse with a giant's help.
Jill shivers. It's cold in the locker room, really cold, and getting dunked in frigid water earlier hadn't helped. She doesn't admit that it's fear that's causing some of this shivering to. She suddenly realizes that Tyler is shivering to, worse than her. She reaches out and folds Tyler in her arms, drawing them together until his small, wet shivering body is tucked into her larger, but still small, wet and shivering, body. His head rests on her breasts and they huddle together, sleep quickly overcoming Jill, so her head droops until her chin rests on Tyler's wet hair.
The two rest for quite a while, a deep, restful sleep. While it means that they recover almost completely while they sleep, it does mean that they miss the sound of the locker opening and the purse being drawn out, the rocking motion of the purse lulling them even deeper into sleep. So it comes to a complete surprise to them when the zipper opens loudly and dramatically, revealing...
"I think I'll keep you two for myself, at least for now. You don't mind, do you?" A mocking grin spreads across her massive face as she stares at the two glistening tinies. Jill and Tyler are somewhat conscious now, and they struggle and cry out weakly. Their chemical--induced coma, however, had left them in no condition to fight gravity, let alone Chrissie. Their giant captor's grin widens as she sees them object:
"Well, too bad. You're mine now. I can't believe they let you two out on your own, and as tiny students, no less!" She snorts at this preposterous concept, "Well, who am I to complain? It's my good fortune. Finders keepers after all. Now, hold still. You don't want to get hurt." Chrissie is a responsible girl, and she had just been given a demonstration of the fragility of her two new acquisitions. Instead of simply stuffing them in her purse, she carefully sets it down on a spare desk and spills out its contents. She then carefully lowers them into the bag and rolls them onto the bottom.
"Umph." Jill and Tyler let loose a groan as they tumble onto the leather bottom, and each other- the bag is only slightly longer than Jill is tall, and quite thin. They hear noises being made outside as Chrissie carefully sorts her items, then starts to replace them. She hangs on to the dangerous ones, such as a brush, makeup kit and tweezers, while replacing the rest, carefully covering the barely-conscious tinies with a thick pad of tissues first. Satisfied, she zips the bag closed- all the way closed, she knows air can get through the zipper and doesn't want any escape attempts. Humming brightly to herself, she walks into the locker room, large items in one hand and purse in the other.
She walks past a number of cheerleaders, all in high spirits and calling out greetings to her. When she gets to her locker, Jennie, whose locker is right next to her own, waggles her eyebrows. Chrissie puts a finger to her lips and nods meaningfully at her purse, which she carefully sets in her locker before brushing her hair and doing her makeup, to keep up appearances. She sets the brush, kit and tweezers next to the bag, then efficiently strips and changes. She smiles wickedly when she thinks of the show she would've given her tinies if they weren't in her purse. "Maybe later..." she thinks to herself, tossing her clothes into the Locker and firmly shutting it. "They'll keep for now" she thinks firmly as she focuses her attention on her practice.
It was quite a while after the dreadful clang of the locker door before Jill moves. Tyler is asleep, his experience having been more arduous than hers, apparently. Jill shakes herself. "Don't think of that" she tells herself. She looks around, with a depressing lack of success. It's pitch black inside Chrissie's purse. Jill turns her thoughts to escape, but her first aching attempt defeats her. Her body, except for her head, is covered by a pad of large tissues, on top of which are piled a variety of large, heavy objects. At full strength, Jill might have dislodged them, but after her ordeal Jill is as weak as a newborn babe. She subsides after a moment. There's no escape, at least not until they get out of this purse with a giant's help.
Jill shivers. It's cold in the locker room, really cold, and getting dunked in frigid water earlier hadn't helped. She doesn't admit that it's fear that's causing some of this shivering to. She suddenly realizes that Tyler is shivering to, worse than her. She reaches out and folds Tyler in her arms, drawing them together until his small, wet shivering body is tucked into her larger, but still small, wet and shivering, body. His head rests on her breasts and they huddle together, sleep quickly overcoming Jill, so her head droops until her chin rests on Tyler's wet hair.
The two rest for quite a while, a deep, restful sleep. While it means that they recover almost completely while they sleep, it does mean that they miss the sound of the locker opening and the purse being drawn out, the rocking motion of the purse lulling them even deeper into sleep. So it comes to a complete surprise to them when the zipper opens loudly and dramatically, revealing...
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