Lisa pressed leaned me out over her fingers diagonally, and pressed her thumbs into my chest, hovering me in front of her face as she looks me over. “Well that way a fun way to meet my little girl, huh?” She was breathing her hot breath into me, and spreading her jaw open to constantly show me her teeth and tongue. It felt troubling for me to breath.
“Wh - why would you let that happen to me?” Scott cried softly. “She could have hurt me!”
Lisa spread her big wide lips into a huge smile. “My baby never would have hurt you. She’s harmless, sweetheart! You just need to calm down a little, shhhh...”
She kissed me with her gigantic lips over my face and torso, the warm saliva sticking to my skin and making me shiver. “I’m just not ready for this, maybe we should take a step back… and then we - “ and then her tongue probed its way over shoulders, neck and face. She was making me wet purposely, I think. “Come on baby, please nuuh - “ And then again, in the warm, wet deluge of her mouth. She even slurped me between her lips this time. For the first time, I slid my torso into her cavernous mouth, and looked down at her tonsels, and further down the chasm that is her throat. Now I was just sobbing. She slipped me out from inside of her mouth and kept me close to those giant brown eyes -- just the same, I noticed, as Sandra’s.
“You should get used to your place in this house… and fast. Because honestly baby… if I need to whip you into shape, I will.”
I gulped down hard, of what was a mix of both my saliva and Lisa’s. She had suggested to me that this whole night was just supposed to be a game, but I had a gnawing sense now that she might have had other plans all along. The smile on her face might have been the most apparent giveaway. Something so smug about her look… like announcing a check mate. All I knew was that my poor body was under heavy strain now from being held in this way. “Please Goddess, you’re hurting me.”
Lisa reached under the bed and collected a mason jar -- I could tell based on the old label that it had once held raspberry preserves. It looked like she must have wanted to save a couple bucks by re-using a jar. It looked awfully small though, but perfectly see-through. Lisa pressed her fingers hard into the jar lid and slipped it open with minimal effort. Without saying anything to me at all, she hovered the hand she carried me in over the jar, and then began leaning her open palm sideways. It was actually a steep fall, maybe seven or eight feet. I panicked and even tried to hang on to her hand, but slid down, slipping into the jar with a blunt that comes with impact between hard glass and skin. “Owww!” I howled. And Lisa quickly sealed the lid to the miniature prison. It was actually a tiny little jar, maybe used for told 3-5 ounces of jam, and it was a seriously tight fit for me. How was I going to get any air? “Hey, HEY!!!” I screamed aloud, banging my fists into the glass. “Don’t leave me in here, damn it” I banged even harder. “HEY! LET ME GO!” I screamed desperately.
“It’s the only way he’s gonna learn,” Lisa said to herself, taking the jar holding her boyfriend and dangling it in front of her face. She watches Scott bang on the glass and just smiled back at his nude form, occasionally flicking a fingernail into the glass.
Lisa Humbert is a diminutive creature - 5 foot nothing and 95 pounds in a cocktail dress, yet she has quite a curvy chest for her diminutive size. Though at 28 years old and soon to be the mother of a teenager, she is still carded everywhere she goes. She was almost pixyish in her appearance - again with the deep coffee-colored brown eyes of her daughter, but with something more likely dirty blonde hair, a tomboyish mop that comes down past her shoulders. Maybe not the classic sexy look, but strikingly beautiful in her own right. She kisses the side of the jar and smiles down at her little boyfriend. “Don’t worry baby, just relax. Shhhh….”
Lisa slides the jar down her stomach and toward her thighs, and my eyes grew wide as I saw her black cotton panties come into view. As she slipped me down closer, she slipped her left hand down, and used her thumbnail to flip open the fabric, revealing her well groomed pussy. The well groomed mop of pubic hair, a gift for her little toy man to experience this very moment for the first time. She cooed as she slid the tiny jar between her thighs - the feeling of the cool glass felt good between her sensitive bare thighs, but she wanted to take it a little further with him this time. So she took her hand out of her crotch and placed the jar with her boyfriend inside down between her legs, pressed into the fabric curtain of her tight white cotton panties. The small glass jar pressed into the fabric caused every line and shape of her vagina to become apparent to her tiny. And then Scott saw the scene unfolding around him. “What is she doing?
Lisa was holding the shrink ray over the jar and setting a profile for the item into the handheld device’s start screen, configuring the options to be used through the firing of the shot of antimater. “Oh crap!” Scott shouted.
And when the shrink ray hit the jar it caused Scott’s whole body to tingle wildly, his whole body seemed to fold inside of itself the jar took on a rapid reduction, all the way down to the size of around the size of a grain of rice. Lisa couldn’t quite see her boyfriend from her perspective, but knew he was there. So she descended down to her hands and knees to look down into the grains of the bedsheets, to find her little man. It took her awhile, but she saw the pathetically small little jar standing just where it stood, standing no taller than half a centimeter tall. Too small to pick up with her fingers, Lisa did the only thing that she could think to.
She took her right index finger and raised it up to her lips and opened her mouth, softly licking the tip of her finger, leaving a thick coating of saliva in a trail down the long, well structured digit, And then she lowered her finger down onto the fabric where the miniature glass lay. Scott could only watch in unimaginable fear as Lisa lowered her wet finger, thicker to him than anything he had seen in his life, directly onto the little jar. The thin film of saliva that coated Lisa’s right finger, otherwise leaving a light film and wet gloss that otherwise was hardly noticable to her, was so think in comparison to this glass jar that the miniscule object stuck to the goop, and bonded with his girlfriend’s finger. And with no hesitation, Lisa raised her finger up from the bed, so fast that Scott knew he would be sick. He gagged as the g-forces of his pathetic size were getting the best of him. It was too sharp, too fast. But just as he thought he couldn’t take it, he could sense that he had stopped, and knew even without that his tiny glass prison was hovering on Lisa’s index finger, as she looked down on her tiny man’s little cell. Scott did all he could do - he begged at the top of his lungs, understanding the futility of his plight. “Please Goddess Lisa,” the creature begged, “show me mercy!”