Bridget sighed as she walked through a deserted old lab, looking around with boredom and swinging her yoyo about haphazardly. It was weird, it was hidden behind some vault door but it came open so easily, and there was no one inside. It gave the lab an eerie vibe. And geez it was cold in here! She walked into one of the labs, brushing by the tables and knocking something to the floor.
The little planet on the table was struck by a flowing ocean of blue robe, falling an insane height to the carpet below, rolling a few inches. Now that it was on ground level, the people had only seconds to appreciate the dingy blue and yellow striped boots the girl was sporting, which were a bit dingy and scuffed after all her recent fights... from which a skyscraper of smooth flesh led to a short, dark pleated skirt which hid not an inch of her spats at this angle from the terrified people below. They had to watch in terror as the massive boot rose above them, showing its dirty black bottom with a huge, glistening pink splotch of bubblegum which came down directly on top of their planet, coating the top fourth in sticky gum before the shoe was brought up.
Bridget looked down on them with giant blue eyes, creasing her eyebrows in confusion as she scraped the planet off her gum coated shoe, the still wet gum pulling numerous people off to stick to the bottom of it. Whether it was lucky they were indestructible at this size was pretty debatable, especially since she didn't take notice of them before putting her foot back down, trapping them inside the bubblegum hell for the foreseeable future.
"Oh... Em... Gee... is this one of those tiny indestructible planets? That's, like, so cool! Geez though, you guys must be, like, freezin' down there... I should warm you up before you guys freeze to death I guess, I doubt tiny people can hold in, like, any heat at all..."
For a second she considered popping them in her mouth like the gum ball she'd had earlier, but then realized most of them would probably slip off the planet inside her mouth. Right, best to keep that for emergencies... with a blush, she thought of one other place that would surely warm them up quickly... and at least they wouldn't slip out there...
"Err, so, normally I wouldn't do this, but... I guess it is an emergency situation, so uh..."
Without another word, she raised her skirt and pulled the waistband of her spats out a bit as she brought the tiny planet down towards its musky confines, the planet's atmosphere being quickly infiltrated, then completely replaced, with the girl's sweaty ball musk as it passed the lip of her spats. At least there was only a light forest for them to get lost in thanks to a semi-recent shaving, yet that did nothing to stop their screams as they were brought down past the errant pubes, a surprisingly large cock, and underneath incredibly large, sparsely hairy balls, which loomed above and utterly eclipsed the planet in size, while both being held up by Bridget's pinky. The planet was considerately tucked underneath them, Bridget making sure to wedge the planet in well so it wouldn't come loose, slowly bringing the easily conforming wall of her ballsack down around the tiny planet and sealing them into a pocket of her meaty flesh. The heat skyrocketed as they were saturated in the girl's musky ball pheromones, practically basting in them, with a single droplet of sweat rolling down the balls and dousing the planet, polluting the entire world's oceans with her rank ball sweat.
Bridget let the spats snap to a close with a blush and little wiggle, letting her balls settle over the planet for maximum coverage and warmth. As she cupped the balls and pulled on the spats to get a nice, snug hold that would ensure they wouldn't move an inch, she felt rather... tingly, and it felt really good just thinking about the situation, but she reminded herself this was for their safety after all...
"Alright guys, promise you won't let me forget about you, yeah? I can be kinda a ditz when it comes to important things if they're not, like, right in my face. S-sorry, you'll have to get used to it if I'm gonna be taking care of y'all from now on, 'kay?" She said with a wink that none of them could see, before casually continuing her stroll back out of the building. This was an interesting enough find for the day, she could always come back later to see what other goodies were hidden... She shut the vault door on her way, then started the walk back to her place.
True to her word, five minutes later she had completely forgotten them, walking outside into the summer heat as she whistled during her walk home. Unfortunately for the planet's residents, it was impossible to forget their situation as their world's oceans were quickly replaced with droplet after droplet of hot ball sweat, the oceans rising over their barriers, flooding the cities of the world.
And to add insult to humiliation and injury, Bridget stopped in the middle of the sidewalk to check no one was around... and after confirming her (assumed) solitude, she bent over just a fraction to let a fart silently slip out, a maneuver she had practiced so many times that she now did it without even thinking whenever she was alone.
The planet's only warning was the halting of the swaying balls around them, as the silent but deadly miasma spread quickly throughout the girl's spats, with the thick spats pulled so tight it quickly seeped into their ball prison mixing with the musky ball odor to create a sickeningly toxic combo. The methane permeated the world's atmosphere, the simulated gravity holding the thick gas inside even as it slowly began to filter out of the spats, choking the survivors on top of buildings as Bridget's leisurely walk continued.
As she ducked into an alley - a shortcut to her place - she looked around again to confirm she was still alone on these strangely empty streets. With a sigh of relief, she reached under her skirt in a rather unladylike way.
"Geeeez, like, why's my spats so tight anyway? Feels like I'm gonna waterboard my damn nutsack..." she said as she gripped her spats and, through them, her balls, lifting them away from her body to air out the sweaty patch they had made against her taint. The planet stayed plastered to the balls for a second thanks to the rapidly cooling sweat, but fell at the last second as the balls came back downwards, bouncing against the spats as they came back up and being launched up to the other side of Bridget's nuts as her massive schlong came down towards them. Right as it was about to impact, the spats compressed down, leaving its hooded tip dangling precariously above one of the planet's largest cities.
The musky, salty scent coming from her dick was intense in a totally different way, cutting through the remaining methane emissions to choke them on her decidedly unfeminine dick scent. The spats held the dick semi-tightly, but each step made the tip sag lower as the foreskin was pulled back by them slowly. This revealed the surprising buildup of smegma under the hood, the hidden white crud releasing a rank wave upon the planet.
Bridget jumped off the curb to run across a street, jostling her groin and sending the penis tip by the planet, barely scraping its side and taking some people with it, while the rest were left to slowly be rolled up as the cock continued its descent, slipping into the crag of the foreskin and right under it as it fell, propelled by the balls rising up. As the foreskin closed slightly, it encompassed the planet completely, pinning half of the world to her mighty glans and half to her inner foreskin, both emitting musky waves of heat and smearing a bit of smegma onto the planet - but the underside of the planet had it worst, sinking directly into a deposit of the wretched stuff, forming entire mountain ranges out of the gunky substance which oozed around the planet, sealing people within and clumping up to the wet remnants of the sweat oceans, absorbing the moisture and becoming even more sticky, nearly permanently adhered to their miniscule planet~
Bridget sighed as she got home, grabbing a towel and cold soda before flopping onto her couch, unintendedly crushing the planet further within her foreskin as she lazily dabbed at her pits and face.
"Guuuh, too hot..."
After several minutes of laying there, she finally sat up properly and immediately grabbed one leg of her spats, sliding it over her bulge and leaving her balls and cock hanging out freely, steaming a bit from the sudden ventilation.
"Aaahhh... better..."
A few seconds of enjoying the relief later, she popped the top of the soda and began guzzling, finishing the whole can in one over-zealous chug, before letting out an exaggerated "pwah!" of enjoyment. She finally looked down, eventually noticing a small lump within her foreskin that she hadn't even felt.
"What the..."
She peeled it back, catching the tiny planet in her hand and bringing it up to look at it.
"O-ohhhh, riggggghhhhttttt! Knew I was forgetting something... See, I toldja I'm a toooootal ditz, wasn't kidding when I said you'll just have to get used to it! Annnyyyywaaaaayyy... Geez, ya'll are kinda filthy. Guess that's whatcha get for trying to get a lil kissy from my gal~" she said, giving the planet an exaggerated wink.
She stopped for a second, giving a momentary look of confusion, before throwing her mouth open in a deafening and planet-shaking *UUUUUUUUURRRRRPPPP~*, releasing the fetid pressure that had built up in her bubbling guts.
"Phew, better out than in..." She sniffed the air curiously. "Is it just me, or can ya'll tell it was cola too? ...Haaaa, syke, I totally gotcha all since you didn't see me drinking, that's 100% Dr. P!" Bridget said with a laugh at her own 'joke,' despite the lack of a response. It would be hard for them to identify it past the lingering musk coating the planet and atmosphere from her ball sweat, fart and smegma, but the acidic tang of the girl's belch settling over the planet sure didn't help.
"Anywhos, welcome to casa de Bridget~! Hope ya'll will enjoy your stay!" Bridget said, beaming down at the poor planet, a prisoner trapped by her... 'goodwill.'
Sam sighed, wishing something interesting would happen as he looked around the beach he was relaxing on. Sure, the planet was… well, basically a paradise, they didn’t even have to worry about food or commodities thanks to the miniaturized supplies stored within the planet, and the automated industry… But that was kind of the problem! There was nothing challenging on the planet anymore, he’d already climbed the largest mountains, skied the largest slopes, surfed the biggest waves…
But ever since they were forgotten here by the fleeing scientists who knows how many years ago, nothing about the planet had changed - they’d taken all the planets except this one, left on some dude’s desk during a panicked retreat as they feared a gear had learned of the lab.
It’s not like it was a problem, as the scientists had described to him and the millions miniaturized all those years ago during the evacuation of the city, nothing could hurt them when they were this small - or the planet, either. They were indestructible to anything conceivable on the planet at the time supposedly - even lava would just be… Well, it would definitely hurt a bit, but they’d survive it. The scientists even claimed the planet’s gravity would even hold them all to it, within the shielded atmosphere, unless they were pulled and kept away from the planet by a basically unimaginable force - and what would apply that much force to a tiny person, anyway?
Sam sighed again, because that lack of challenge was the problem, it was what he lived for after all, a new, interesting experience was all he wanted. So he continued wishing for something to happen as he stared up to the sky.
And then his wish came true - he was one of the first to see a giant walk through the door he’d looked at so many times before. She was backlit from outside light, but as she got closer he started to make out her feminine features - bright blue eyes and shiny blonde hair, covered by a jacket’s blue hood that looked almost like a nun’s habit hood.
Finally, an angel - he was so happy he’d even call her a goddess - had appeared to answer his prayers! He moved to his knees and prayed she would notice the planet… Not seeing the blue sleeve that descended on the planet, rolling it over the desk and sending him, and everyone else on the planet, flying during the gigantic drop.
He landed miles down the beach, having to spit sand out of his mouth, but otherwise fine after the impact… It would be worth it if she just looked down! He turned his head back to the heavens, counting himself lucky to still be on the right side of the planet to watch her.
His view of her face was immediately eclipsed by the dingy blue and yellow boots as they were brought above the planet. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of the bottom of her boot, and the massive pink splotch on it, certainly at least three times the planet’s size… And rapidly descending towards them.
He stood to run, tripping and falling on his face in his panic - not that he would have gotten anywhere anyway. Before Sam could even scream, he was crushed by a completely unimaginable amount of pressure tens of thousands of times the weight of the planet’s mass. He couldn’t even process what had happened, but almost as quickly the weight lifted, and after a second the planet was pulled away, giving him light to see again.
He was embedded inside a pink wall, stuck to the tacky substance on the girl’s boot, the surface of it still wet… And judging from the overwhelming scent of bubblegum and morning-breath-tinged spittle, it was obvious what it was wet from. He would have shivered in disgust if he could move at all, but he found his limbs were all stuck, spread eagle across the endless surface of the pink sea. He couldn’t even move his head, forced to watch the rapidly retreating planet leaving him.
He felt the overwhelming tug of gravity trying to pull him free, but the girl’s discarded gum was stickier and stronger. He heard screams from other people and watched hundreds slowly pulled free and sent hurtling towards the planet, just in time - the lucky ones. But he could only watch as it was pulled away by a massive hand, leaving him trapped, unnoticed by the goddess above.
He closed his eyes as he saw the rapidly approaching dirty, dusty lab carpet below - he knew he would be serving as this girl’s boot treads until he was ever freed… If he was ever freed, after the gum dried and hardened. He knew that even if she did look at the bottom of her boot, the best he could hope for is for his entire gummy prison to be scraped off with a toothbrush - away from the planet, he was so tiny that he couldn’t be seen or felt. There was a strong possibility this would be the rest of his long, immortal life, stuck to this girl’s boot, being smashed into whatever filth she stepped in.
As Sam was smashed into the grime coating the old lab’s carpet, he cursed his wish. He’d gotten it, but right now the girl now gawking at the planet while grinding him into the rough fibers seemed more like a demon than an angel for him.