"Now for my next idea: I'd like to see what I can do with a cute boy's body!"
Vicky said this with the same evil grin that she never seemed to take off, as she held your tiny body right in front of her face. You were still terrified of her, as you dangled helplessly from her fingers, but the last sentence caught you off guard.
"...Cute?" you said quietly, hoping Vicky wouldn't hear you. Of course, she still did.
"Don't flatter yourself, twerp," she said with spit in her voice. "Anyone would be at your size. But anyway, I'm gonna get comfy." And with that, Vicky walked over to a chair in the room that was next to the bed, and sat down in it. You were still being held in her fingers, but as she was sitting down on the chair, she held the palm of her other hand up. Once she had sat down, she moved the hand holding you down a little bit, and opened her fingers without warning.
You plummeted, screaming, thinking you were falling to your death, only to fall onto another patch of skin below that. You got your bearings and realized you were just on her palm. You looked up fearfully as the giant teen looked back at you with a look of sadistic delight.
"So tiny and pathetic," she mused as she held you. "Under my butt, you're just like a bump in the fabric. Under my foot, you'd be nothing but a bug. You know that?"
You just meekly nodded at her, not wanting to upset her.
"You know I'm right. But when you're in my hand...you're a teeny, tiny, cute little boy that I can do whatever I want with. I like that." You definitely didn't, but if it meant Vicky would be doing less harmful things with you, you would go along with it.
"Now, take off your shirt."
"-What?" you asked, incredulous.
"It wasn't a question, twerp, just do it," Vicky seemed to say through her teeth.
You couldn't believe this person could humiliate you so much, but you didn't want to be sat on again, so you again meekly did what she asked. In a few seconds, you had taken off your shirt and thrown it to the side. Vicky pinched the tiny shirt with her fingers and tossed it into the trash, then went back to admiring the boy in her hand.
"So cute," she said. "Now, the pants."
"Wha-no," you said, considering that to be too much. You almost thought Vicky would punish you for that, but surprisingly she just shrugged and reached her fingers to you.
"Whatever, like you have a choice." You instinctively ran from her fingers, but that didn't do any good. Vicky had pinned you to the surface of her palm with the index finger of her other hand. You were stuck between her hands, completely helpless. Vicky laughed at you again.
"Off they come!" While you were stuck, Vicky moved quickly and tore the pants off of you, pulling them off in one fell swoop. She tossed them into the trash like the shirt before, and then looked back at you with the biggest smile ever.
"All better! Like a little baby in a diaper! And you're not even that, you're too small. Let me touch you." Vicky reached her giant index finger down to her hand and placed it onto you. She then started to move her finger in a circular fashion, just fondling you as you were powerless to stop it. You felt her finger pounding onto you as you were again sandwiched between two walls of flesh, unable to get out. This only made Vicky laugh even more.
"This is so fun!" she said, still gigging to herself. For a brief second she lowered her finger from your stomach to your crotch, and rubbed that in a circular way too. Thankfully it was still protected by underwear, and she stopped after just a few seconds, but it still caught you off guard and made you worry about what else she would try.
Eventually, Vicky ended the fondling and lifted the finger, then she lifted her palm up to her face. In front of her giant eyes and mouth, you could only lay defeated on her palm. She laughed again.
"Like I said, so pathetic, but so cute," she snickered. "But that's not all I can do. You wanna know what else I love to do with a cute boy's body?"
You shook your head, not at all excited for the answer.
"Well, it's this:"