"Oh my God! You're so tiny and cute!" The party girl shrieked, before shutting herself up after realizing this is still a public place. "Oh sorry, didn't mean to shriek, but, how did you get so small?!"
You told her what happened, giving a recap from the headache, to meeting her, etc, etc. You apologize for lying to her about when you hire her and begged really hard for her to help you.
"Oh that's alright," She brushed off her hair, "It's not like everyday you get to meet a tiny man in a McDonalds of all places. But... I don't really know how to help you..."
Right, she's not the one who shrunk you after all. But a ride around the McDonalds would help immensely, this way you wouldn't get stepped on by passer-by.
You gave your suggestion to her. She twirls her hair and adjusted her crop top making her bust stand out even more than before, smiling with a bright expression. "Oh, that's a pretty good idea, you do need an 'escort' after all."
When she reached her palm on the floor, you walk towards it and sat. Picking you up above her eye level, "And since you did pay me after all, a little extra service for my customers..." She stretched open her crop top, revealing black nipple patches attached to her and an even remarking tattoos on both her breast, they're the kind that's so colorful you can practically smell the must and erotic feeling of a perfume filled low-end nightclubs.
Snapping your thoughts, she opened a small gap between her cleavage using her index finger and thumb and slowly leans her palm as you slide down and tumble on to the gap.
Your head bumped straight deep, as she began closing the gap and adjusting herself, bouncing you around inside her cleavage. Creating this living bounce house of grime and perfume.
Eventually as things settled, you could feel the heat, the heartbeat of the place your in. Thanks to your predicament, you could really enjoy the full experience of being enveloped between the tits of this beauty.
Although, now your struggling to move. This place is really tight, probably due to the crop top unable to handle her size.
This feels like a double edge sword, on one hand, you could enjoy knowing you can safely rest and enjoy this ride without feeling like your slipping down and falling or hitting something hard. On the other hand...
You could slowly asphyxiate, drowning in her cleavage if she were to put just a bit more pressure, or outright crush you. She could simply leave you in there, at least until she took a bath and/or change clothes. But judging from the odor of her body, she seems to be masking her smell with perfume which creates this sickening body odor.
If she really forgotten you, you could even starve and get dehydrated. Killing you slowly.
You fumbled around and tried going upwards, getting back to the light in a snap of panic. She was still starring at you with that beautiful smile.
But your worries changed your perspective on the meaning of her smile, and you question yourself.
Is she really going to help you?
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