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The woman before him went to work with great skill, dismantling and reassembling the product, appraising it. Meanwhile, Stan was starting the long task of removing himself from the fabric of her abused pants. She looked at the crane and realized it was too damaged to properly turn a profit, her butt ruined it. She gave a small laugh to this, somewhat proud of her backside.
Stan heaved as hard as he could, his reformed bits working to unstick his still flattened ones. He eventually was successful. However, he should have observed his surroundings better, as he was heading for a concrete ground!
His elastic body hit with a wet slap! Most people wouldn’t have noticed, but most people weren’t paranoid criminals. Stan peeked up only to see his snatcher had noticed this and was giving him a death like stare. He flopped frantically, but was in no shape to escape. She easily caught up to him and pinched him in between her fingers.
“Well lookee what we got here. Someone lost their little police doll!” She said with hungry eyes. “I’m not a doll!” Stan said defiantly. “Yeah I know, pipsqueak. Didn’t know they let bugs on the force.” He jumped to yell at her, but her patience was wearing thin and clapped her hands together ruining Stan’s progress.
“Well now this is a pickle. Didn’t mean to take a hostage. Can’t let you go, not only are you a witness, but your a cop. Nope, definitely can’t let you see the outside world again.” She said with a huge smile. Stan was worried, her criminal logic was sound, he wholeheartedly planned to report her, it was his stupid cop instincts.
“It’s been a minute since I owned a Tiny, I turned him into guk and swallowed him by accident.” She said giggling uncontrollably. He was working overtime to reform! “But hey, it’s your life, so I’ll let you choose. You could be my slave, or…”
Just then the woman brought Stan to her right armpit and rose it. At first he didn’t know what he was looking at. It looked like a swanky cartoon-like man shaped tattoo. He was wearing a tuxedo with slicked back hair and a single rose in his hand. Stan inspected the tattoo, wondering why she was showing it to him, then he saw the eyes. They were very different from the rest of the skin decoration, bloodshot blue eyes that appeared to be bulging out, thicker than the rest of it. Suddenly, the tortured irises moved to look at Stan!
The shock allowed Stan’s head to reform as he let out a yell! “AHHHH!” The woman quickly closed her fist again, crushing him again. “There’s no need for that, Cory hear loves his position in life, dontcha?!” She clenched her armpit on him. The Tiny police officer couldn’t believe his eyes, that man… was a tattoo, how?!
Almost as if on cue, the woman went into the story. “You see, I used to be a shy girl. Comes with the territory of being a little chubby. I was bullied relentlessly, I even allowed myself to be bullied by Tinies! After all the work I did to ensure I didn’t accidentally crush them. No good deed goes unpunished. Senior year came around and I decided to take a chance for senior prom. The cutest guy in school, Cory Steel, cute, muscular and charming, a Tiny sent from heaven, or so I thought. I had been working the courage up to ask him for practically the whole school year. Then I did, I poured out my soul and exposed my heart to him, isn’t it funny how that often leads to it getting stepped on. You wouldn’t think with someone with a foot as small as his could stomp so hard, but it did. He even threw in a crack about my hygiene ‘there’s this new invention called deodorant. Needless to say, I snapped. That night, Cory saw every crevice of this gorgeous body and felt the power of my weight a hundred times over. That’s when my sis came in, she was always been intense and was where I adopted my criminal antics. She caught me with Cory flattened where he is now. She got an idea. She took her personal tattoo gun and gave me my first. Stitching him into my pit, but not all of him, we made sure to leave his eyes and nostrils untouched, so he could properly witness what he became. For the past ten years he’s gotten well acquainted with the true musk my pits can create.”
Although crushed beyond a reasonable thought, Stan managed to quake in fear. This was like a horror movie! He couldn’t fathom being permanently stuck to a giantess. “That’s why my butt is blank, I’ve had a great time torturing Cory, but I want more, but Tiny tattoos don’t come cheap, I was lucky to get a freebie back in the day, but I’ve almost saved up enough for more.” Things were deteriorating quickly. His options were less than ideal.
“All that’s left for you to make a choice. You either spend the rest of your life as my boy toy or as art on this beautiful body. Since we’re strangers, call me Mistress.” She said. What does he pick in that moment?
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