My Little Pet 6 (Chapter 3)

“Awwww, who’s my widdle baby girl, huh?” Sarah gushed. Her puffy pink lips flapped and puckered in between each gooey phrase. “Who’s Mommy’s widdle baby girl?”

            “Me,” Tessa droned like a zombie.

            “Who is she?”

            “Me.”

            “It’s you! It’s Bella! That’s who it is, little girl,” the buxom dolt said. Her fingers closed in tighter around her toy woman. “Now, who does Mommy’s precious adorable baby love the most in the whole wide world, huh? Who is it?”

            “Mommy.”

            “Tell Mommy you love her, Bella!” Sarah demanded. Her voice was just as soprano and squealy as ever, but a hint of passive-aggressive bitterness had entered her babied tone, indicating there was only one correct response to her adoring words. “Say you love your Mommy nice and loud, so everybody knows who Mommy’s precious little baby belongs to!”

            “I love Mommy.”

            “Soooooo cute, I love you so much too, Bella! But you gotta say it louder,” Sarah explained. She rolled over on her bed, lying on her stomach, and cupped both palms tighter around her three-inch pet. The girl’s warm, reeking morning breath washed over Tessa between each huffed exhalation. “You know, you just kinda said it regular. You have to say it so I know just how much you love me. Do it again, little baby Bella! Tell your wonderful pretty Mommy how much she means to you.”

            “I love Mommy!” Tessa coughed. Her throat stung from having to shout like this most of the day, but it still hadn’t satisfied her captor’s orders.

            “Almost there! Just a little louder!” Sarah encouragingly cooed. In contrast to her sweetly chirping voice, though, the blonde used both thumbs to pin Tessa down to the fleshy platform of her palms and squeeze the air right from her lungs, making it even harder to answer. “One more time!”

            “I… LOVE… MOMMY!” Tessa choked out. Her vocal cords and airways were stinging, her whole body was sore from being tickle-battered by enormous fingers, and her nostrils burned from multiple hours of inhaling Sarah’s grimy foot odor, yet she still coughed up the magic words.

            “Awwww… I knew you had it in there somewhere! That’s three I-love-Mommys in the last five minutes, little one, and that’s not counting all the ones you said all by yourself earlier today!” Sarah gleefully exclaimed. “You must really love your Mommy a whole lot, huh?” She bounced her naked bare feet against the bedsheets.

            “Y-Yes,” the shrunken woman croaked.

            “Well, since you’re my little pookie-baby girl, Bella, it’s my job to give your tiny brain lots of fun things to look at and do,” Sarah declared. She rolled onto her side, then sat up, crossing her thick, golden-tanned legs together. “After all, little sweetums like you needs lots of stimulation from their Mommys. And I don’t just mean the fun kind of stimulation you like so much between your legs! We’ll do that again soon, but for now, I want you to have fun some other ways. Isn’t that nice of your big beautiful Mommy?”

            Tessa cringed. She hoped this wasn’t leading where she thought.

            “So you’re going back to the magical kingdom of Kissy-Cuddle World!” Sarah cheered. She bounced her palms beneath the little woman, tossing her to and fro, but quickly coiled her back under her thumbs. “Get ready, little knight in shining armor! You’ve got a beeeeeautiful princess to rescue from the two dragons!”

            The ditzy giantess relinquished one of her hands, cupping it around her lips in order to whisper, and murmured: “Just in case you forgot, cuz your lil’ baby brain’s so little and not-smart yet, I’m the princess and my feet are the dragons, Bella. I know, it’s confusing, but it’s your job to save me from them.”

            Tessa’s prediction was correct.

The enormous fingers tipped and slid the shrunken prisoner onto the buoyant mattress in a heap. Then, with more delicacy than she usually displayed in her roughhousing, Sarah reposed back on the bed, propping her naked, fragrant feet up like monoliths, with her cushy pink soles squarely facing Tessa.

“Come and save me, little knight! I can only be rescued with a kiss, you know,” Sarah explained. She puckered up and blew several wet air-smooches to her toy, yet all the while wriggled her toes and scrunched her meaty soles. “So come give my pretty lips some kisses! Hurry up, before the dragons eat you!”

Weary and pained, Tessa stumbled toward her titanic owner. As tired as she was, this would be over sooner if she just cooperated. Sarah’s feet made a grand show of coming near Tessa, swooping in low and holding her pudgy arches above the woman, bathing her in shadow and stench, though not actually squishing down. Otherwise, the game would be over in an instant.

“Don’t give up, little knight! The pretty princess is afraid, and needs you to protect her! She promises to make it worth it for you, if only you can be brave and get away from the soft funny dragons! Kissy-kissy-kissy!”

Tessa pressed forward, anxious of being trounced yet again by those bulging peds, and sprinted into the space between Sarah’s ample outspread legs. She felt the warm, sticky pull of Sarah’s monstrous toes teasingly batting at her back, almost knocking her over, but Tessa ventured forth, and eventually reached Sarah’s short-shorts.

“You did it! You’re at the princess’s tower! Good job, Bella!”

Miraculously, Tessa was spared the indignity of crawling up the front of the girl’s crotch, because a set of cuddly fingertips recollected her and clutched the poor lady against a muggy palm. When Sarah’s fist reopened, Tessa was staring at a common, albeit still-terrifying sight: a set of gargantuan, glossy, rosy, tight-pinched lips awaiting a kiss. They smacked together, inviting Tessa to partake.

“C’mon, little knight. The princess would looooove to give you your special prize for beating the scary dragons, if you just come closer! Come here, now. I thought you said you loved your Mommy?”

Tessa winced; Sarah’s bubbly mind was always mixing up her creepy fantasies. She crawled forward and prepared to plant a small peck on the giantess’s puffy lower lip in order to appease her. Before she could, however, Sarah’s mouth lurched forward, and Tessa was clobbered by a smothering pair of busy, gooey lips. They slurped and swelled, exhaling stale morning breath and occasionally loosing a drop of saliva, and continually mashing Tessa with their moist, fleshy weight.

“Mmmmmmwah… isn’t it nice to rescue the princess? I can’t wait for you to visit Kissy-Cuddle World again,” Sarah remarked. She held the spit-speckled Tessa against her cheek, while digging her cell phone out of her pocket. “You’re really lucky your Mommy makes such a beautiful princess, you know, lil’ baby Bella? There’s a lot of people who I bet would like to get to be around me as much as you. Don’t you know that?”
            “Yes,” Tessa sighed.

“Why don’t I show you? There’s tons of people who want to be my friend and tell me nice things, but you’re the special one who gets to have me as your Mommy. But let’s see some of them, widdle girl,” Sarah scrolled through the glowing screen and pulled up her Instagram page, then propped it beside her face, so Tessa would have a movie screen-sized demonstration. “Here’s my page! Look how many likes I got on this one last night. That’s just from last night, and it’s already got so many, plus see all the comments from people saying how pretty I look and how hot I am in that skirt and those shoes? I mean, they’re right, I do look pretty hot in them, but it’s nice to hear other people say it.”