Before you could reach your own decision on what to do after reorienting yourself, Sloane came around the corner.
She grinned down at you. "Allegra, darling, you think we could chat for a bit? I really feel like I don't see you as much as I wish I did. Nezzy just takes up all my time, doesn't she?"
You briefly thought back to just last week, where you actually did, in fact, spend a prolonged amount of time with Sloane, courtesy of a prank by Carmine. Sloane had had no idea of the whole three days you spent squished to her.
"I'd never come between you and your love, Sloane." You replied.
Sloane waved her hand. "Oh, pssh. For an adorable thing like you, I've always got time, and love, to spare." Grinning mischievously, Sloane snatched you up in her hand before you could react, and you instantly found yourself smushed into her plump lips once more.
You gave a weak protest, but it wasn't really as if an affected like you could actually fight off an unaffected. And so you were left to dangle as Sloane happily and somewhat messily smooched you into oblivion, rubbing you up and down her lips and getting you thoroughly coated in saliva. Simultaneously, she walked off to her own bedroom, and once inside closed the door behind herself. Only then did she finally relinquish you with a loud *mwah*, and she set you down on her vanity and claimed a seat before you.
You reformed, wiped the maroon lipstick from your face, and gave the towering beauty a weary smile. "Don't feel like you need to do that, Sloane. As good as your lips do admittedly feel, they have a habit of staining my clothes."
Sloane had the grace to look sheepish. "I'm sorry, Allegra, darling. I really am. I just can't help myself! It's practically a god-given duty for an unaffected like me to want to cherish and love you adorable little affected! It brings me so much joy to love on you all!"
"Well, I would gladly take kisses over crushing." You admitted.
Sloane let out a heavy sigh, her thick lips pouting. "Allegra, I just don't understand all those cruel unaffected who like tormenting you all. The gross CTC, and all that. Who could possibly get enjoyment from hurting someone else, let alone an adorable and so-damn-kissable tiny? Why do they choose to be evil, when it's just so much more heartwarming to dote on and cuddle with tinies?"
"I ask myself that everyday, Sloane. At least people like you, Shaye, and my wife exist, to still give unaffected a good name."
The redhead grinned wryly, picking up on your unspoken words. "Yes, my Nezzy does go overboard with tinies sometimes, doesn't she? Especially with you, and all those little 'tests' and 'trainings' she likes to put you through. I promise, I'm trying to soften her up, but she's a gorgeously stubborn woman. Carmine takes things too far with her little pranks too, doesn't she? She really should act more her age."
You couldn't 100% agree with Sloane's downplaying of your cousins and their rather problematic actions, but it was still nice to hear an unaffected actually espouse genuine empathy and consideration. Outside of the Burtons, you didn't get that too much from unaffected. Certainly not at work, with your apathetic boss Linda running the show. And Brinley, bless her heart, was just to ditzy to fully realize these things, and her younger sister was no better with how careless and callous she could be.
You cleared your throat. "Anyway, Sloane, how's your life been? The job still going good?"
"My art site? Yes, wonderfully, in fact. Plenty of income, nearly no work on my part. I mean, obviously, I busted my ass for decades to reach this point, but I still adore how hands-off it is these days." Sloane blushed. "Not that I've stopped drawing and painting, I still do both, and quite frequently. How can I not, when my Nezzy is the most beautiful and wonderful muse an artist could ask for? My heart aches every time I stare at her. She really makes me feel like a giddy schoolgirl, Allegra!"
You chuckled. "I'm seriously happy you two are so in love. You, um...thinking about tying the knot, soon?"
As soon as the words left your mouth, you realized you'd stepped onto some sort of landmine, as Sloane's cheerful face fell instantly. Of course, the consummate partier was a master of social interaction, and she had the grace to pull her smile right back into place, but you noticed a sliver of light was missing, and you regretted bringing the marriage up...even if you truthfully had no idea why your cousin and her had been dating for eight years and still hadn't made it official.
"A-Allegra, how about you?" Sloane recovered. "How are you doing, and Brinley?"
"Just fine." You nodded. "We have our accidents, of course, but I love her with all my heart, and I wouldn't really change a thing about my life. Our job is going too, though I am admittedly a bit apprehensive over the new changes allowing unaffected clients."
"Ooh, really?" Sloane brightened, clapping her hands together. "Maybe I should reserve a slot! Can I ask for you by name, or should I be more discreet? Should I request the 'pretty little brown-haired tiny woman'?"
You laughed. "Uh, if you want! Anyway, Sloane, what was it you wanted to ask me? Just this chat, here?"
"Mostly, yes. I adore your company, darling. But, I also wanted your thoughts on some accessories and make-up. Nezzy and I will be going to the club shortly, and I want to look my best. Not that I can compare much beside a goddess like your cousin."
"Are you kidding? You're one of the most gorgeous women alive."
Sloane's cheeks warmed. "Careful, darling, or I'll drown you in kisses again, you little flirt." She winked at you, and you shivered at the way she licked her lips, hastily glancing away (which in turn earned a giggle from the curvaceous giantess).
Over the next twenty minutes, you proceeded to give Sloane as much fashion advice as you could, as she modeled one accessory after the next. Necklaces, earrings, miscellaneous piercings, bracelets, pins, brooches, you name it. It could've been exhausting, except Sloane was such charismatic company that you had an amazing time, and the minutes flew by in a blink.
Finally, all that was left was touching up makeup, and Sloane left that to you as she used the bathroom one final time. Alone in her room, you wrestled with a big stack of lipstick tubes, trying to find the color that would match Sloane best...and that was when disaster finally struck, the gods above decided you'd had enough wholesome fun for one day.
Right as you popped the cap off of a dark-black lipstick, you lost your balance and tripped. Unable to defend yourself, the sticky and heavy lipstick crashed onto you, and your tiny body instantly became squished onto its surface. Worse, the tube rolled a few inches, steamrolling over you and thoroughly mashing your entire body into its inescapable embrace. You tried to twitch and moan, but it was no use.
And then it got even worse, as you heard the toilet flush and then Sloane came sauntering back into her room. She let out a little gasp of delight, and then you felt the lipstick tube you were stuck to be lifted into the air as the redheaded giantesses gushed.
"Ooh, a daring, dark color. I love it, Allegra, darling!" Sloane announced, to distracted by your 'choice' in lipstick to notice you were no longer on her vanity. Instead, the oblivious woman merely licked her lips, puckered them, and moved the lipstick, and you, close.
Right before you managed to reform your mouth and scream, Sloane made contact with the lipstick, and your head was smushed into her plump lip. And with your only real shot at getting noticed ruined, you were left defenseless as Sloane proceeded to expertly apply the lipstick, and in turn, completely and utterly smear your tiny body all across her thick bottom lip.
By the time Sloane finished, you were bright red with humiliation, though in a literal sense your entire body was dark-black. The sticky lipstick had ripped your clothes clean off, leaving you naked on Sloane's lip. You were also utterly flattened in place to the redhead's lip, and sealing tighter by the second as her lipstick dried. And you were so stuck and so smeared that you couldn't budge an inch, couldn't manage a single twitch that would signal you to Sloane. All you could rely on her was her seeing you...something made nearly impossible by how your dark-black body blended in perfectly with her own now dark-black lips.
Left to dangle there on her lip, you could do nothing as Sloane admired herself in the mirror, grabbed her purse, and walked itno the hallway. Once there, she ran into your cousin, who had also changed into a very beautiful, form-fitting dress. Overcome with love, Sloane latched herself onto Inez, and planted a firm kiss on her girlfriend, and you found yourself consumed by two building-sized lips crashing into you.
1) After the kiss, you're still firmly glued to Sloane's lips, and remain there as the women hit up the club, start dancing and drinking, and quickly get drunk.
2) After the kiss, you're still firmly glued to Sloane's lips, though you peel free shortly after they arrive at the club. But, not wanting to leave so soon, the women elect to just keep you with them as a clubbing plus-one.
3) After the kiss, you peel free from Sloane's lips, and right into Inez's mouth. And then your cousin reflexively swallows, sending you down into the pit of her stomach.
4) After the kiss, you peel free from Sloane's lips, and slide unnoticed down her neck, until coming to rest nestled tightly in the snug embrace of her massive breasts.
5) After the kiss, you peel free from Sloane's lips, and flutter unnoticed down towards the ground...and right into one of Sloane's heels, coming to rest on the damp insole, and soon to be crushed as Sloane puts her shoes on!
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