"Slave."
Katy looked down at you and giggled. She was beautiful, but that doesn't stop you from quivering in fear. Her hair is a little messy, and her big boobs are overfilling the cherry-red blouse she's wearing. You would be excited if you weren't an inch tall. From the little bit you've seen, you know that Katy is a little bit...quirky. The possibilities of what she could do to you seem endless.
Katy starts poking around your body with one hand while holding you with the other. Her finger pokes into various parts of your body, but you can tell she's being gentle. The more she presses into you, the more she starts to smile. "You're just as squishy as they said you'd be!
"They? Squishy? What's going on?" You inquire to the colossal woman in front of you.
Katy's ice-gray eyes meet yours. "You've been shrunken down for me to use. I paid a decent chunk of change for you mister." She wags her finger at you as you say this. You vaguely remember a news story about an experiment in which scientists managed to shrink down some mice. Apparently, they've made some breakthroughs since then. You prepare yourself to try to appease the goddess in front of you.
"I think there's been a mistake. I never agreed to be shrunken down, or shipped to anyone." You look pleadingly at Katy, but if what you said means anything to her, her face isn't giving it away. After a few seconds of excruciating silence, her eyes light up and she giggles. You can't help but notice her chest jiggle as she laughs.
"Of course you didn't! I wouldn't have bought a willing.slave silly. It's going to be way more fun to make you get used to serving me." This bubbly way this woman is delivering this news to you does not at all match the incredibly dark message she just sent. She cocks her head to the side. "Why don't we work on your endurance right now?".
Katy then pulls her shirt down by the neckline, and you have no time to react as she pulls your body into her chest. The soft flesh of her left breast yields to you, and you think to yourself, Maybe this slave thing won't be so bad. I could get used to this!. These thoughts only last for a few seconds though as you come to a realization; you can't breathe! You frantically wriggle for all you're worth, but the much stronger pop star holds you tight to her. You feel the skin around you ripple as Katy snickers. "Go for it mister. You won't get very far, but I'll enjoy your struggling."
You keep squirming around, but no matter how you turn your face, it stays mushed into the pop star. Her cruel giggling just reaffirms the fact that your suffering is just a game to her, one that continues for about 15 minutes. Periodically, you jerk the right way to get a brief gasp of air, but every time you do, you captor giggles and you are once again engulfed in darkness.
"A few of my friends have tiny guys." Katy muses as she pushes you further into her soft boob. "Rihanna loves the way hers massages her, and Taylor brings hers everywhere she goes so that she has a seat cushion. I haven't decided what your job is going to be yet, but some discipline will be good for you." Apparently, Katy's idea of discipline is to stop you from breathing.
As you continue to struggle, a realization hits you. If you don't come up with a plan, escape is hopeless. You're exhausted, and know that you're fading. You decide to hold still and pretend like you've passed out. The giggling stops. Katy is worried that she might have gone too far. She moves you away from her chest to examine you. This is your moment! You lurch for all that you're worth and manage to completely slip out of Katy's grasp. Her bed rises up to meet you as you fall through the air. With a big THUMP, you make contact. Between the long smother and the impact, you need to take a moment to rest and get your bearings. On either side of you are the pop star's thighs.
Suddenly, those thigs lift off of the bed, and you are greeted by the sight of Katy's huge jean-clad ass bent over. Her cheeks are stretching the fabric to its absolute limit. Katy must not have seen where you landed; she's looking for you on the floor.
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