"I can already tell you're going to be making the two of us very, very rich," Jen purrs, stealing a furtive glance with the other woman before the two fix their gazes back down on you.
Your mind is still struggling to comprehend the terrifying reality into which you've awakened, and the four hungry eyes boring into you are far from comforting. Shrunken to what appears to be a couple inches at most, perched firmly in the warm, smooth hands of the perpetrator herself, and completely in the dark about what she plans to do with you, you feel more helpless than any other time you can recall in your life. Too bewildered to even demand an explanation or beg Jen to return you back to normal, all you can do to avoid panicking is to take a couple of deep breaths, shut your eyes tightly, and try to wake up from this nightmare.
Unfortunately, the booming, reverberating chuckle of a woman from above quickly dashes your hopes. Opening your eyes again in defeat, you flinch in surprise. The other woman has leaned in toward you, her theater-sized face now mere inches from you. A pair of intense, piercing green eyes travel up and down your body, coldly scrutinizing everything they observe. From this distance, you can guess that she is most likely a few years older than Jen, with a gently tanned complexion and dark, wavy hair just reaching her shoulders.
As you recoil, her enormous, pillowy red lips curl upward in satisfaction. "Hi there, little one," she whispers, flashing you a mocking smile. "Ohh, you are just absolutely perfect."
"Told you I'd nabbed us a good one," Jen boasts, playfully tapping a monstrous finger against the top of your head. "Soon as I spotted that face at the bus stop, I knew we just had to have him."
"I don't know how you do it, Jen," the other woman laughs affectionately. "You're like an actual magnet for the cutest little cash cows!"
"Only the best for you, babe!" Jen teasingly strokes her finger along her friend's shoulder, which her partner brushes off with a light giggle. She glances downward at you once more before returning a fond smile at the other woman. "Seriously, though, just look at that tiny face. There's no way we're getting anything less than a Grade A or B for him."
The woman shoots back a confident smirk. "Grade A? Please. When I'm done with him, he's walking away from that appraisal with an S or two stamped on his collar, guaranteed."
"S...?" Jen blushes, her eyes slightly widening in amazement. "You... you really think so?"
"Jen." Her partner cups a delicate finger beneath Jen's chin and gently tilts it upward, meeting her gaze directly. "You know what I can do. If anyone's going to turn an eight-figure profit on a tiny meal ticket like him, it's going to be us."
While the two giantesses continue to share affection above you, the pit in your stomach continues to grow deeper and deeper by the second. You don't understand what exactly Jen and her partner intend to do with you, but judging from the way the two have been eagerly discussing profits and grades, you can guess the two will be making a fortune from selling you in no time if they have their way. Between the fear of being helplessly tiny and the humiliation of being talked about like their personal property, you can't stand another second of sitting docile in Jen's hand. Throwing caution to the wind, you spring to your feet in an instant and leap off the side of her palm...
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