Before you can even push yourself off her shoe you feel a tug on the back of your collar as it's pinched between Lana's thumb and forefinger. Reflexively you try to hold on to her shoe but there is literally no chance - there are no solid places for you to dig your fingers in, and even if there were Lana could tear you away with a simple flick of her wrist. Lana turns you to face her as she lifts you up, letting you see a triumphant grin spread across her gigantic face.
When she has you fully facing her she begins to stand, and places her other hand underneath you, palm open. Gradually she lowers you into her hand, finally letting go of your shirt when your feet are securely on her palm. She raises you up to her chin, keeping you eye level with her lips while she continues smiling and looks down at you.
"Are you all tuckered out already?" she asks, setting two fingers down before you. She starts walking them around on her palm, each finger twice as tall as you. "Little guy can't even play for a few minutes?" Lana "kicks" one of her fingers out, hitting you straight in the chest and knocking you down. Before you can get up she lays the finger down on you, pinning you against her palm.
"What's the matter? Is big, strong Lana too powerful for a little pipsqueak like you?" She grins as she prods you with her finger. "You're really small, I understand if I'm too much for you." Lana giggles as she pokes you again, apparently thinking it's hilarious you're this small because of her. "I mean you were always a tiny little thing, but now..." As she trails off she giggles, poking you two more times, then an expression of inspiration lights across her face.
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