Kattie's fat palm with her chubby digits outstretched like obese spider legs fill your vision, and before you can tell yourself to run, you are already ensnared in her grubby hand, slightly damp with sweat and squeezing a bit tighter than is comfortable. You are unable to move, as your limbs are being constricted and only your head and shoulders stick out from the top of her fist. You are quickly lifted to her face, giving you a feeling of vertigo, and you quickly focus on her sunny, welcoming smile and beautiful eyes.
"What a cute boyfriend I've found!" she gently coos at you, which would be almost reassuring if not for the startling loudness and sense of fear that sweeps over you like the shadow of her face as it blocks out the sun.
She smiles bigger and addresses you:
"What's your name, cute new boyfriend?"
You open your mouth to answer, but she's squeezing you so tightly that only a croak escapes. It's uncomfortable enough to breathe, let alone speak, so you decide not to attempt it again for now.
"Aww, you must not have a name! We'll have to do something about that... How about I call you Little-Man?"
You feel slightly humiliated, but are unable to object, and shake your head as much as your limited mobility allows.
"Oh, I knew you would like it!" she exclaims excitedly, squeezing you harder for a moment - long enough for you to cry out, though she probably didn't hear it.
"Alright, Little-Man, you know what the first thing boyfriends and girlfriends do is, right?" she playfully asks. You can't really respond but you begin to panic on the inside. What does she mean?
"Give up? How about I show you?" she says in a seductive tone, before shoving you to her glossy lips with the delicacy of a wrecking ball and engulfs you in them, wrapping them around you and slurping you and smooching you and covering you in saliva. You still have absolutely no mobility and are now being pulled on, compressed, and can breathe even less, and most of all you're so terrified you can barely think. At least it's fairly soft and smells kinda nice. Finally, she pulls you out with a loud "smack" that makes your ears pop, a strand of saliva stretching between you and the massive, soft lips. She licks her lips, cutting off the strand, then wipes her mouth with her arm and smiles at you.
"You're a great kisser, Little-Man... I can tell we're going to have an exciting, spicy romantic life!" she says, sounding perhaps a bit too excited, and reaching her other hand up to help wipe off the saliva and fruity lip gloss that you were now covered in. You are slightly dazed and can only dread what's going to happen soon.
Looking as if she's just had an idea, she asks you (though obviously not expecting an answer), "You know what goes great with kissing? Cuddling! Normally I don't go for public displays of affection, but you just bring out the beast in me!" she purrs, cupping you in two hands and lowering you... Is she really going to... No... She's not... She can't be- your thoughts are cut off as you are pressed tightly into the wall of flesh that is Kattie's belly. She holds you there for quite a while, in fact. The warmth and yielding softness of the surface makes being crushed into her enormous, hanging, cellulite-covered belly a lot more comfortable than you would have expected. It's fairly pleasant-smelling as well - the girl keeps clean, at least. You hear the churning from the other side of the 'wall' that gives you unpleasant thoughts of what could accidentally happen at this size, but you shake them out of your head just as something unpleasant indeed begins to happen, and a fold in her stomach begins to form over you, compacting you and dampening you with sweat (though you weren't sure if it was yours or hers). Pushing claustrophobic thoughts out of your head, you use this time to assess the situation.
Of all the people your helpless ass could have been found by, it had to be this psycho? God must not like you very much, you think to yourself. What if she tries to keep you like this forever? What if you're her "Little-Man" for the remainder of your natural life? Hell, that's assuming she doesn't kill you! You hear another rumble from her belly, making you gulp in fear.
You reassure yourself to think about the positives... At least you weren't found by a hungry animal, or accidentally stepped on. And from the looks of things, this girl was interested in taking care of you... Hopefully she would be reasonable and could help you find a way to get back to normal size, or at the very least get in contact with your family. Maybe things weren't going to be too bad after all.
Suddenly, your thoughts are interrupted...
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