Chapter #5On Isabelle's lap by: irven   The canine giantess glanced around, looking for the source of what woke her. She began to mutter, "Oh, guess... It was nothing..." before she began to look over the paperwork on her desk. "Must have fallen asleep... Dang. I need to get more sleep."
Meanwhile, you sat on her lap, on her left leg to be precise, and she didn't seem to notice you. You looked up at the enormous form of your ordinarily petite secretary, and wonder if she'll notice you or if you need to get her attention again.
Suddenly, the former happens.
Isabelle, in examining her paperwork, happens to glance down enough to catch you out of the corner of her eye. She looks down right at you for a few moments... Before squeaking in shock and jumping slightly. You bounce up a ways before landing hard on your front, lying on her lap again. You push yourself up, but you don't get far before a tightness surrounds you from the chest down, enclosing your body in something soft and warm. As you discover upon glancing down, it's Isabelle's paw, formed into a fist around your tiny body. At your size, it's the perfect fit for the anthropomorphic dog's hand-paw to grasp.
You're lifted high up, until you're suddenly face to giant face with Isabelle herself. She crosses her eyes slightly to look at you, her mouth hanging open slightly as she stares dumbfounded at your tiny form. With your arms pinned and your whole body except your shoulders and head enclosed in her furry fist, you can do nothing but smile awkwardly to show you're unharmed.
"M-mayor? Is it really you?" Isabelle asks. Suddenly she begins to look panicked. "Wait! I'm not squeezing you, am I? Are you hurt?"
You shake your head quickly, and Isabelle sighs, her hot breath washing over you. "Okay, that's... That's good. I've... Well, I've obviously never had to pick up a tiny person before... I don't know how fragile you are. You sure you're okay? I could loosen my grip a little... Oh, or I could just set you down, that would be easier, right? I really don't want to drop you, and I'm not confident I won't hurt you and--"
You shout for Isabelle to stop. She does so, and squeaks out a quiet "Sorry!" before gently lowering you to the desk and releasing you. You stretch, your body having fallen slightly asleep inside Isabelle's grasp. Looking up at your now-massive secretary, you start to wonder what to do next. Clearly, she is extremely gentle and kind, so you're in no danger staying with her. You're safe for now. But the question is, what do you do now? You should probably try to return to normal, but... It might be fun to stay tiny for a bit. What do you think you should do?  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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