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Suddenly, the sky blackens. All the other women in the bin press themselves into the walls or to the ground, desperately hoping not to be noticed by the gigantic hand hovering above. They don't need to bother - the enormous thumb and index finger are already directly homing in on you. You cower in fear, making yourself as small as possible, but of course it doesn't work. The finers grab you without any regard for your health. For a moment you feel, as if your torso is getting crushed. You swear, you can feel your ribs creaking. Then, finally, your journey through the air stops and you come face to face with your tormentor.
The woman who brought you into the studio and threw you into the tiny bin now grins in your face. Something about her look makes you freeze. Even the pain from her grip fades into the background. Whatever she has planned - you definitely won't like it.
"Enough relaxing for you." Her voice is a condescending sneer. "It's time we put you to work. And you're lucky! It just so happens that someone special is here today, and all she needs is a Tiny. Like you." She brings up her other hand, holding a small, gleaming white box. A purple ribbon is tied around it. It looks like a very nice, if cliche, giftbox.
"She's going to love her present," the woman laughs at you. Quickly, she opens the box, popping off the lid. The inside is laid out with red velvet, sparkling with tacky glitter.
"Just between you and me," she laughs as she shoves you into the box, "I don't think you'll make it out of this. So at least put on a show for the audience. Can't have you ruin our reputation." She winks down at you. "But, to give you a little hope, I heard she quite likes to keep her toys, even after the show." With a final gloating smile, she pushes the lid shut and you're trapped into the soft velvet cushion.
Every step she takes shakes the tiny prison. Frantically, you try to push off the lid from the inside, but it doesn't budge an inch. She must have tied it shut again. All you can do, is resign yourself to your fate. Her last words float back into your head again. 'She likes to keep her toy, even after the show.' Was there a possibility to survive? And what did she mean by audience?
You hear muffled voices outside and you feel yourself being swung through the air. You've just changed hands. A door clicks open and suddenly, all the noise, the stomping of feet, the chatter, all of it fades away, as you are quietly, but quickly, brought into another room.
"Here it is," someone says. It's not a voice you've heard before.
"Thanks!" says another voice, a lot more cheerful and definitely female. "Then I can finally go live."
Again, you feel the box changing hands, and the sound of rushed footsteps quietly fades until you can only hear the quiet rustling of someone moving outside. Something clicks, like pressing buttons on a keyboard. A deep breath resounds. Then, suddenly...
"Hey everyone!" the voice shouts. Even through the box, her excitement makes your ears ring. "It's your girl, Jessica! I'm coming to you live, and for a very special occassion. You see, 'LoverZ' has invited me to stream from their headquarters. I've been here all day, preparing for this big show, and let me tell you, they've gone all out! You probably already noticed the nice room. I should probably explain a bit, so you can get the most out of this new kind of entertainment..." The way she stresses that last word makes your whole body shiver.
"First of all, don't think this nice bed is just a backdrop. There's cameras everywhere in here, and I promise, you can get every angle you like, just by pressing this button." She pauses. "Yeah, that one. Hope you have fun with it. I know, I'll do my best to show it all off." Her voice becomes raspy at the end. You get even more nervous.
"Second, 'LoverZ' is giving a way a little treat! Just type 'enter' into the chat right now, and you'll be in the raffle for your very own 'LoverZ'-trained Shrink!
"And finally, my dear sponsors have even gotten me a gift for today!" The box lifts again, tilting you until you're standing upright again. "I'll bet it's gonna be fun to play with. For all of us..."
Something rustles and suddenly the lid popps off. You clench your eyes shut. Blindingly bright lights shine directly in your face. You can barely see the computer screen you're facing, where a enormous chat box moves with incredible speed. Slowly, the box gets tilted over. You try to grab onto the velvet to hold yourself in place. For a brief time, you dangle helplessly from the cushion. A big finger pokes you and you drop onto a hard, wooden surface. You turn your eyes away from the lights - and see her...
A colossal woman looms over you. Long blond hair falls down her shoulders, a excited grin spreads over her face. She is barely even looking at you, having a lot more interest in the screen behind you. Her nose is tiny, freckles are dotted all over her face and pale skin. She is wearing a barely transparent black tank top, through which you can see the white bra underneath. Her breasts are enormous - bigger than any you've ever seen, even when you worked as a dancer. They were bigger than your whole bedroom! You could vanish completely under them and you doubt she'd even notice. Just now you realize, how puny you are compared to her - and how utterly defenseless.
"That's right," Jessica shouts, "a Shrink, just for me! And guess what: I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed! I might need some help deciding, what to do with such a cute little thing. But I'm sure you all are already bursting with ideas." She looks down at you. Her face doesn't betray a hint of concern for you. She seems simply excited to use you as a prop. But you can't see any malice in her eyes, either. She doesn't seem keen on hurting you - at least for now. Maybe... maybe there was a way you could survive.
Her fingers grap you again, dangling you infront of the screen by your arms. She brings her face very close to you, looking at you with bedroom eyes. Her voice suddenly becomes husky.
"But why don't we get introduced to our little beauty right here. Come on, girl, tell us your name... and then we'll see what we can do for our viewers..."
The woman who brought you into the studio and threw you into the tiny bin now grins in your face. Something about her look makes you freeze. Even the pain from her grip fades into the background. Whatever she has planned - you definitely won't like it.
"Enough relaxing for you." Her voice is a condescending sneer. "It's time we put you to work. And you're lucky! It just so happens that someone special is here today, and all she needs is a Tiny. Like you." She brings up her other hand, holding a small, gleaming white box. A purple ribbon is tied around it. It looks like a very nice, if cliche, giftbox.
"She's going to love her present," the woman laughs at you. Quickly, she opens the box, popping off the lid. The inside is laid out with red velvet, sparkling with tacky glitter.
"Just between you and me," she laughs as she shoves you into the box, "I don't think you'll make it out of this. So at least put on a show for the audience. Can't have you ruin our reputation." She winks down at you. "But, to give you a little hope, I heard she quite likes to keep her toys, even after the show." With a final gloating smile, she pushes the lid shut and you're trapped into the soft velvet cushion.
Every step she takes shakes the tiny prison. Frantically, you try to push off the lid from the inside, but it doesn't budge an inch. She must have tied it shut again. All you can do, is resign yourself to your fate. Her last words float back into your head again. 'She likes to keep her toy, even after the show.' Was there a possibility to survive? And what did she mean by audience?
You hear muffled voices outside and you feel yourself being swung through the air. You've just changed hands. A door clicks open and suddenly, all the noise, the stomping of feet, the chatter, all of it fades away, as you are quietly, but quickly, brought into another room.
"Here it is," someone says. It's not a voice you've heard before.
"Thanks!" says another voice, a lot more cheerful and definitely female. "Then I can finally go live."
Again, you feel the box changing hands, and the sound of rushed footsteps quietly fades until you can only hear the quiet rustling of someone moving outside. Something clicks, like pressing buttons on a keyboard. A deep breath resounds. Then, suddenly...
"Hey everyone!" the voice shouts. Even through the box, her excitement makes your ears ring. "It's your girl, Jessica! I'm coming to you live, and for a very special occassion. You see, 'LoverZ' has invited me to stream from their headquarters. I've been here all day, preparing for this big show, and let me tell you, they've gone all out! You probably already noticed the nice room. I should probably explain a bit, so you can get the most out of this new kind of entertainment..." The way she stresses that last word makes your whole body shiver.
"First of all, don't think this nice bed is just a backdrop. There's cameras everywhere in here, and I promise, you can get every angle you like, just by pressing this button." She pauses. "Yeah, that one. Hope you have fun with it. I know, I'll do my best to show it all off." Her voice becomes raspy at the end. You get even more nervous.
"Second, 'LoverZ' is giving a way a little treat! Just type 'enter' into the chat right now, and you'll be in the raffle for your very own 'LoverZ'-trained Shrink!
"And finally, my dear sponsors have even gotten me a gift for today!" The box lifts again, tilting you until you're standing upright again. "I'll bet it's gonna be fun to play with. For all of us..."
Something rustles and suddenly the lid popps off. You clench your eyes shut. Blindingly bright lights shine directly in your face. You can barely see the computer screen you're facing, where a enormous chat box moves with incredible speed. Slowly, the box gets tilted over. You try to grab onto the velvet to hold yourself in place. For a brief time, you dangle helplessly from the cushion. A big finger pokes you and you drop onto a hard, wooden surface. You turn your eyes away from the lights - and see her...
A colossal woman looms over you. Long blond hair falls down her shoulders, a excited grin spreads over her face. She is barely even looking at you, having a lot more interest in the screen behind you. Her nose is tiny, freckles are dotted all over her face and pale skin. She is wearing a barely transparent black tank top, through which you can see the white bra underneath. Her breasts are enormous - bigger than any you've ever seen, even when you worked as a dancer. They were bigger than your whole bedroom! You could vanish completely under them and you doubt she'd even notice. Just now you realize, how puny you are compared to her - and how utterly defenseless.
"That's right," Jessica shouts, "a Shrink, just for me! And guess what: I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed! I might need some help deciding, what to do with such a cute little thing. But I'm sure you all are already bursting with ideas." She looks down at you. Her face doesn't betray a hint of concern for you. She seems simply excited to use you as a prop. But you can't see any malice in her eyes, either. She doesn't seem keen on hurting you - at least for now. Maybe... maybe there was a way you could survive.
Her fingers grap you again, dangling you infront of the screen by your arms. She brings her face very close to you, looking at you with bedroom eyes. Her voice suddenly becomes husky.
"But why don't we get introduced to our little beauty right here. Come on, girl, tell us your name... and then we'll see what we can do for our viewers..."
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June 3, 2023
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