"Uh-uh little man, you won't need your box. I'll just carry you myself. Besides you hardly weight anything! You're so tiny!" Lori giggles.
"But I need my travel box for protection!" you protest in her hand as she saunters out the front door with you.
"Awww...don't worry you little doll. I'll protect you. I'll put you someplace nice and safe while I'm driving. You are so cute like this I just can't take my eyes off of you. What a doll!"
"Hey! No! Please put me down! I don't want to make my entrance to the speech carried like this! Its humiliating!" you try to change her mind about taking you this way but she isn't paying attention.
Smiling down at you she holds you close aganst her chest with one hand while opening the car door with the other.
"Shush, little one, I've got you." she coos.
Lori puts you in her deep breast pocket for the ride to the high school. The pocket comes up to your waist so you can look out from your fabric prison. You can't help but be innundated by her nice scent. You can feel the warmth of her breast underneath you. Every time she puts her foot to the gas pedal you are pushed back against her. Lori laughs as she notices this and just for fun makes shure to ride the gas extra hard just to see your tiny body shift back and forth in her pocket, forward and then back against her breast. Back and forth. Back and forth you rock.
"You better hold on tight to my shirt, little doll man!" she gently chides you. At every red light she takes you out of her pocket so she can look at you and hold you in her clenched fist. You protest against being treated this way saying you are a VIP and that she'll be in big trouble but she just laughs at your puny threat, saying that if you ever mention anything she'll find you and give you such a squeeze in her fist that'll break every bone in your tiny doll body.
"I don't really want to hurt such a helpless little doll", she says, she just wanted to see you.
Finally you can see she is pulling into the school parking lot. She parks right in front in one of the handicap spaces. Taking you into her fist once more she locks the car and gets out. From your position in her fist you can see her walking toward...
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