The pungent smell of Chelsea's foot began to make you dizzy in the head, not to mention the ever enclosing distance it grew towards squishing you flat beneath it, may put a big damper on a pleasant morning such as today. You got out of bed, not a moment sooner too. As a step forward, your predictions were correct, Chelsea's foot dropped down on your tiny bed, breaking the little thing in half, as she remained asleep peacefully without any knowledge. You watched as her foot lift back into the sheets as she groans, turning over, with bits of your bed falling off her sole, you got a bit upset since the business hasn't been so great lately and are unable to afford a new one.
You sighed profoundly blowing off steam that was festering inside you just now, with not much to be said when the person to argue against is gigantic compared to your tiny form, you decided to leave it be and get some breakfast. Traversing the apartment floor was strenuous as ever with the massive piles of unwashed clothes, Chelsea threw around made another reminder of your current living arrangements. You approached the kitchen cabinet, climbing the poorly strung together ladder made of match sticks, and heading over to the spilled box of cereal. You chewed on a piece of cheerio that was more than enough of a meal to fill your stomach, only wishing to have a little milk to wash it down.
The loud bustling footsteps of Chelsea shook your entire body as she walked past with laze scratching herself, finally awake, wearing nothing at all. You visibly blushed regarding Chelsea being in a relaxed manner, her sensual body gleaming in the sunlight as she exited the bathroom, brushing her teeth with one hand, digging through the mounds of clothes for something clean to wear using the other. You knew it was mostly sweat giving her the shine, and the reason she was currently nude since last night was unbearable hot. Chelsea started to grow closer to were you now resigned, and knowing her temper if she caught you spying at her naked, you were in a world of hurt. You hadn't much time as the ladder was yards away. You looked over the counter, eyeing a pile of her clothes to land on safely, without many options you jumped, screaming as the wind blew you around like paper, but falling in the designated target.
You opened your eyes, gasping with the thought of being hurt. However, forgetting your invincibility, you glared at your surroundings, breathing in the noxious fumes. "Come on," you choked, covering your mouth, recognizing you landed in a set of her panties of all places, without much time even to escape you raised into the air with the pair falling back into a wet spot of Chelsea's lingering body fluids. Outside Chelsea sniffed the set you refuged in slipping one leg in then proceeding with the other and forcing them upwards past her thighs. You shouted up to Chelsea, begging her to stop a moment as her nether region grew in your view, and with one might tug, you where plastered between her bottom lips tightly with no room to move or breathe as the air thickened with tangy taste odor.
Chelsea felt a slight itch brewing between sex. She certainly wasn't in the mood currently, so that left her only one other understanding as she reached inside, pulling out her tiny roommate. "What the hell! Why are you resting my dirty underwear? I assumed you were sleeping still in your bed?" she asked with a raised eyebrow, genuinely upset at her perv flatmate. "It's not like that! I woke up to your stinky foot in my face and went to get some breakfast honest," you recounted to Chelsea, as her hand began to squeeze the air out of you. "I guess I can believe that?" she stated, dropping you on the table with a heavy splat, "But listen, John, we need to talk about our living conditions. At this point, I don't think we will make rent?" she clarified as she pulled over a size two small rocker shirt over her chest.
"I know!" you agreed with her looking at the state of the apartment, "I was thinking..." you were about given an idea when Chelsea already began opening her laptop. "I had been too, and I've taken this online course to make a website. Well, was taking I might have dropped out after two weeks," Chelsea said, carrying it over to show you. The laptop hovered right over you. The heat of the fan almost melted you there, but luckily you ran in time dodging the incoming disaster. You hosted yourself up to see the screen, which right away looked to be produced poorly except you couldn't let Chelsea know that.
"Ugh," being astonished by the horrors viewed before your eyes, it the only thing you could express. Even though you were not impressed, Chelsea felt proud of her accomplishment, "So I set us up a home page linked to a private Facebook account where people can message me. It'll then take data from people's accounts from search history based on squishy people and refers to them to us, won't it be great," she smiled expressing. You glanced at the subscriber count already at a hundred, and twenty-two people likes and growing. "Yeah" you faked laughed "Except a lot of these people don't look like our usual past customers is all,"
Chelsea gave you the most prominent puppy dog eyes she muster, which quickly made you persuade into trying out her idea. "Ok, fine, we can give it a shot for a few buyers?" you huffed under your breath, "So who are some of the people asking!" Chelsea smiled, "Good, I'm glad you see it my way. These people are gonna pay alotof money to rent you!" she boasted, "Well, the first girl looking for you to be a pair of insoles for her upcoming marathon. Supposedly one of her friends talked bout an incident where a gummy person got in there shoes. Next, is some gamer teenager wanting to discuss about you being a set of panties for them?"
The first two girls already didn't sit well in your stomach as you walked away to relax. Chelsea began to name off two more. "Oh, here's a rich single woman looking for you to be an accessory in a fashion show she's holding, and this other one from a wealthy man wanting you to be a swimsuit for a lavish gathering party for their trophy wife." Chelsea giggled before she went dead silent to the lastest message, "WOW! Look at this! Some lady willing to pay 20,000 to own you for two weeks," Chelsea gasped. "TWO WEEKS!" you quickly ran to see the buyer, your golden rule was only a week-long buyout, but twenty thousand dollars was not something you probably pass by for right now. "Chelsea!" you screamed at her, "Did you not look at the client! THAT'S MY MOM!". Chelsea blushed as she remained casual, "Ture, but she doesn't know it's you? We can wear a disguise she'll never find out". You couldn't believe how casual Chelsea was to these customers giving out requests you weren't comfortable with until you remembered why you were doing this in the first place. maybe give one a shot and see how it goes from there. "Ok, Chelsea will try one out and go from there...
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