Patty's little servant
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 28
You were still seeing stars after having been flung through the air by this pink-haired giantess, but she didn’t wait for your recovery before asking, “See my food?” You followed her pointing finger to where a greasy paper bag rested nearly a football field away (or in normal measurements, maybe two feet) across her expensive vanity table. “I’m still feeling a little hungry. How about you grab me a couple fries, and maybe I’ll make you, y’know, not-small anymore.”
Of course, Patty could have reached over the distance in a mere second. You turned back with a scowl, “What kind of stupid busy work is that? Just get them yourself!”
Patty casually rested one elbow threateningly close to you and began daintily filing her fingernails, jostling her chest with her arms as she worked. She didn’t even look in your direction as she scoffed, “Me? Why would a princess fetch her own food when that’s what little servants are for? Now hop to it, before I decide that you’d make better bra padding instead.” Patty emphasized her threat by giving her chest a quick but hefty bounce in your direction, making you gulp as her tight shirt strained against her bulging skin. Sadly realizing that this spoiled girl was your only hope of returning to normal size, you turned and stomped away, leaving Patty to snicker to herself.
After crossing the Pink Princess’ excessively large vanity table (no doubt she spent a pretty penny buying the largest and most luxurious one available), you reached the bag fries, which was far larger than your two inch body. You sighed; you didn’t have much energy left after getting your ass handed to you in that oil match, being tormented by Patty in the showers, and then being battered around after she stole your antidote. Hell, the only good thing that had happened today was meeting Betty. Maybe she’d find you and save you, if you were lucky…
Just when you had miraculously managed to hoist several of the salty, branch-sized fries up over one shoulder, you heard Patty call out, “Mmmm, actually, I’m pretty hungry. How about you just grab the whole bag while you’re there?”
You tossed the fries aside, “And you couldn’t have decided that BEFORE I picked all this greasy crap up!?” She only gave an uncaring shrug before going back to fussing with her manicure, leaving you to wipe your hands clean with a blanket-sized napkin. Grabbing the paper bag by one corner, you leaned back and heaved with all your strength. Your efforts were reward when the gigantic bag of food slid… a few inches. Despite how humiliated you felt, you kept going, slooowly dragging yourself closer to the Pink Princess as you went.
You were barely halfway across the table when Patty sighed, “Uugh, what is taking so long? Hurry up, small fry!” Patty snickered at her pun, and watched you trudging towards her. Didn’t she realize this crap weighed hundreds of pounds at your size!?
Between tired gasps, you shot back, “You know… this would be… a LOT easier… if I were… bigger…”
Patty only shrugged, “Yeah, like, probably.” When you glared up expectantly, Patty put a finger to her lips to stifle a smirk. “Oh, you did didn’t think I’d actually do it did you? Not until you finish the job, pipsqueak! Buuut…” Patty lazily ran her eyes up and down your tired and naked body as she considered something, “Maybe you just need extra motivation, like a tiny carrot on a stick or something.” Patty waited until your eyes were on her, and then she pulled half of her shirt up, suddenly bouncing one enormous perky breast into view. While her pink nipple danced through the air, Patty exclaimed, “There, how’s that? If you hurry up, I might even let you play with iiiit!” The fact that Patty was so full of herself that she believed you’d eagerly work yourself death just for a chance of touching her skin made your blood boil, but you had no choice but to carry on either way. Trying desperately to ignore the house sized boob that Patty was now smugly waving in your face from above, you instead focused on putting one foot in front of the other. The sooner this crap was over with, the sooner Patty would grow you back and you could leave. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself; you realized with annoyance that you wouldn’t be able to stop Patty if she ever decided to go back on her promise.
With a final tug, you heaved the bag of French fries near the table ledge by Patty. Utterly drained, you gasped, “All… -phew- done…” and flopped down onto your back to rest. Patty casually reached a hand over you for some fries, which she munched on noisily without so much as a ‘thanks’ before returning to filing her nails. After taking a few deep breaths, you asked, “Well!?”
You winced as Patty turned towards you, swinging her humongous bare boob overhead in the process. Still leaning one elbow onto the table, she glanced down at you with genuine cluelessness, “Well what??” With a bored look on her face, Patty flicked your legs as she waited for your response, making you spin in a circle.
You came to a dizzy stop, now facing backwards, and sat up to glare over your shoulder, though you could barely see past Patty’s enormous chest. Trying not to be intimidated by her size, you insisted, “Well, I brought you your stupid fries! Wasn’t that the deal?”
Patty’s lips parted in a smile, as she cooed, “Oh, that! Alright small fry, I’ll give you five minutes of playtime.” It wasn’t until Patty began to lean forward that you realized she was stupidly assuming you had been asking about her earlier promise to let you fondle her. Your hasty attempt to correct her mistake was cut off as she dropped the underside of one huge breast right over your upper body, pinning your limbs flat against the table until only your legs could kick in the air. Thinking she was doing you a huge favor, Patty chuckled as she went back to filing her nails, “Just make sure you don’t make a mess if you get too excited down there!” You could feel Patty smugly laughing as her chest shook against you, but luckily you had a narrow sliver of space between the table and her chest which let you breath and see just a bit.
After several seconds of being squeezed beneath her flesh, you managed to turn your head to the side and exclaim, “I meant are you going to -mmph- GROW ME BACK for Christ’s sakes!”
Patty was so distracted that she barely noticed your cries, “You say something, tiny?” After a few more seconds of your nearly inaudible complaints, Patty glanced down and indifferently realized that the reason you were so quiet was because your torso was totally hidden by her chest. Assuming you were still busy groping her, Patty gave her chest a tiny shake to get your attention, which forcefully pummeled you against her table, “You know, I can, like, barely hear you from up here!” Your shouting became louder for a moment, before one of Patty’s slight movements smeared her flesh right into your face and silenced you. Now all she could feel was your angry pushing and mumbling against her skin, which made her roll her eyes. Only after taking another slurp of her drink did she bother to leisurely lift her breast from the table. As if you had rudely interrupted her, she scolded, “Ugh, what?”
You remained stuck to the vast, warm underside of Patty’s bosom as she rose into the air. You really hated having to talk into her tits like this, but she didn’t leave you any other choice, “You SAID you were going to grow me back, remember!?”
The spoiled girl seemed unconcerned by the misunderstanding that had gotten you squished, “Oh, that…” Patty craned her neck to try and get a better look at you, but since her huge chest was in the way she couldn’t see more than your feet, though she could tell that your little body was still stuck to hers. Patty nibbled on another fry as she pondered her options, leaving you to wobble helplessly in the air beneath her.
Do you try to convince Patty to grow you back, possibly agitating her further?
Or does Betty interrupt whatever Patty has planned?
Of course, Patty could have reached over the distance in a mere second. You turned back with a scowl, “What kind of stupid busy work is that? Just get them yourself!”
Patty casually rested one elbow threateningly close to you and began daintily filing her fingernails, jostling her chest with her arms as she worked. She didn’t even look in your direction as she scoffed, “Me? Why would a princess fetch her own food when that’s what little servants are for? Now hop to it, before I decide that you’d make better bra padding instead.” Patty emphasized her threat by giving her chest a quick but hefty bounce in your direction, making you gulp as her tight shirt strained against her bulging skin. Sadly realizing that this spoiled girl was your only hope of returning to normal size, you turned and stomped away, leaving Patty to snicker to herself.
After crossing the Pink Princess’ excessively large vanity table (no doubt she spent a pretty penny buying the largest and most luxurious one available), you reached the bag fries, which was far larger than your two inch body. You sighed; you didn’t have much energy left after getting your ass handed to you in that oil match, being tormented by Patty in the showers, and then being battered around after she stole your antidote. Hell, the only good thing that had happened today was meeting Betty. Maybe she’d find you and save you, if you were lucky…
Just when you had miraculously managed to hoist several of the salty, branch-sized fries up over one shoulder, you heard Patty call out, “Mmmm, actually, I’m pretty hungry. How about you just grab the whole bag while you’re there?”
You tossed the fries aside, “And you couldn’t have decided that BEFORE I picked all this greasy crap up!?” She only gave an uncaring shrug before going back to fussing with her manicure, leaving you to wipe your hands clean with a blanket-sized napkin. Grabbing the paper bag by one corner, you leaned back and heaved with all your strength. Your efforts were reward when the gigantic bag of food slid… a few inches. Despite how humiliated you felt, you kept going, slooowly dragging yourself closer to the Pink Princess as you went.
You were barely halfway across the table when Patty sighed, “Uugh, what is taking so long? Hurry up, small fry!” Patty snickered at her pun, and watched you trudging towards her. Didn’t she realize this crap weighed hundreds of pounds at your size!?
Between tired gasps, you shot back, “You know… this would be… a LOT easier… if I were… bigger…”
Patty only shrugged, “Yeah, like, probably.” When you glared up expectantly, Patty put a finger to her lips to stifle a smirk. “Oh, you did didn’t think I’d actually do it did you? Not until you finish the job, pipsqueak! Buuut…” Patty lazily ran her eyes up and down your tired and naked body as she considered something, “Maybe you just need extra motivation, like a tiny carrot on a stick or something.” Patty waited until your eyes were on her, and then she pulled half of her shirt up, suddenly bouncing one enormous perky breast into view. While her pink nipple danced through the air, Patty exclaimed, “There, how’s that? If you hurry up, I might even let you play with iiiit!” The fact that Patty was so full of herself that she believed you’d eagerly work yourself death just for a chance of touching her skin made your blood boil, but you had no choice but to carry on either way. Trying desperately to ignore the house sized boob that Patty was now smugly waving in your face from above, you instead focused on putting one foot in front of the other. The sooner this crap was over with, the sooner Patty would grow you back and you could leave. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself; you realized with annoyance that you wouldn’t be able to stop Patty if she ever decided to go back on her promise.
With a final tug, you heaved the bag of French fries near the table ledge by Patty. Utterly drained, you gasped, “All… -phew- done…” and flopped down onto your back to rest. Patty casually reached a hand over you for some fries, which she munched on noisily without so much as a ‘thanks’ before returning to filing her nails. After taking a few deep breaths, you asked, “Well!?”
You winced as Patty turned towards you, swinging her humongous bare boob overhead in the process. Still leaning one elbow onto the table, she glanced down at you with genuine cluelessness, “Well what??” With a bored look on her face, Patty flicked your legs as she waited for your response, making you spin in a circle.
You came to a dizzy stop, now facing backwards, and sat up to glare over your shoulder, though you could barely see past Patty’s enormous chest. Trying not to be intimidated by her size, you insisted, “Well, I brought you your stupid fries! Wasn’t that the deal?”
Patty’s lips parted in a smile, as she cooed, “Oh, that! Alright small fry, I’ll give you five minutes of playtime.” It wasn’t until Patty began to lean forward that you realized she was stupidly assuming you had been asking about her earlier promise to let you fondle her. Your hasty attempt to correct her mistake was cut off as she dropped the underside of one huge breast right over your upper body, pinning your limbs flat against the table until only your legs could kick in the air. Thinking she was doing you a huge favor, Patty chuckled as she went back to filing her nails, “Just make sure you don’t make a mess if you get too excited down there!” You could feel Patty smugly laughing as her chest shook against you, but luckily you had a narrow sliver of space between the table and her chest which let you breath and see just a bit.
After several seconds of being squeezed beneath her flesh, you managed to turn your head to the side and exclaim, “I meant are you going to -mmph- GROW ME BACK for Christ’s sakes!”
Patty was so distracted that she barely noticed your cries, “You say something, tiny?” After a few more seconds of your nearly inaudible complaints, Patty glanced down and indifferently realized that the reason you were so quiet was because your torso was totally hidden by her chest. Assuming you were still busy groping her, Patty gave her chest a tiny shake to get your attention, which forcefully pummeled you against her table, “You know, I can, like, barely hear you from up here!” Your shouting became louder for a moment, before one of Patty’s slight movements smeared her flesh right into your face and silenced you. Now all she could feel was your angry pushing and mumbling against her skin, which made her roll her eyes. Only after taking another slurp of her drink did she bother to leisurely lift her breast from the table. As if you had rudely interrupted her, she scolded, “Ugh, what?”
You remained stuck to the vast, warm underside of Patty’s bosom as she rose into the air. You really hated having to talk into her tits like this, but she didn’t leave you any other choice, “You SAID you were going to grow me back, remember!?”
The spoiled girl seemed unconcerned by the misunderstanding that had gotten you squished, “Oh, that…” Patty craned her neck to try and get a better look at you, but since her huge chest was in the way she couldn’t see more than your feet, though she could tell that your little body was still stuck to hers. Patty nibbled on another fry as she pondered her options, leaving you to wobble helplessly in the air beneath her.
Do you try to convince Patty to grow you back, possibly agitating her further?
Or does Betty interrupt whatever Patty has planned?
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May 31, 2023
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