You looked at the awaiting woman, an eager smile on her face, her eyes wide with glee, and her hand already outstretched to take you. She was a large woman, very round and plump on top of her towering presence over you. Her hair was brown with blonde highlights in a typical Karen inverted bob. Her makeup was a little too heavy, clearly intended to cover her age - she was probably around fifty minimum if you had to guess. Her white and maroon striped button up was a size too small, and unbuttoned enough to reveal a maroon undershirt with ample cleavage exposed. As you were placed on her palm she raised it to her puffy face.
“Well look at you!” she cooed, her breathe rushing over you. It smelled of cigarettes and Dentyne, both things you weren’t fond of.
“This is Ms. Nichols. She’ll be your new caretaker,” the woman behind you said, introducing you to the new giant who literally had you in the palm of her hand.
“Call me Maryann,” the plump giantess said as she smiled. Although the smile seemed genuine, a sinister look sat behind her eyes. Soon the hand started to close around you as Maryann talked to the worker to finalize your arrangement with her. You clenched slightly as Maryann’s giant fingers wrapped around you. They weren't hurting you, but her grip was still tight and uncomfortable. As you lay in her closed fist you could soon feel the movements of her walking, keeping you in a firm grip the whole time. Your mind raced with what the future had in store - did she really have your best interest at hand?
The walking continued for a few minutes before everything stopped and you heard a car door shut. Finally then her hand opened. She lowered you onto her plump belly and looked down at you, still smiling. She took a pack of Marlboro smooth 100s out of her purse and removed one, standing it on her belly next you.
“Hmmm… maybe just under two inches tall. So tiny,” she giggled, slipping the cigarette between her lips. She lit it and took a long drag, her eyes never leaving you. Her mouth formed a slight smile when she removed it, before pursing her lips and blowing a thick stream of acrid smoke over you. You coughed lightly.
“You’ll get used to my smoke cutie,” she said, her thumb and forefinger pinching around you and sliding you up to her cleavage so she could fasten her seatbelt and start her car. And so began your new life as Maryanne drove off to her next destination.
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