My Little Pet (Chapter 2)

“Here comes!” Sarah mouthed, her jaws full of mushy noodles. Then, opening her lips to form a pinkish spigot, she spat half a bite of marinara-drenched chewed starch straight down onto her capture. The goods splattered all over Tessa, making her flinch with tired revulsion. Still, she was starving, having not been fed since last night, and she reluctantly gulped down some of the slimy bite of gnashed spaghetti.

            “Eat up, Bella! That’s a good girl. Yep, you’re doing so good. Eat up Mommy’s yummy noodles that she got just for you!”

            Tanner looked awkwardly around the restaurant, and noticed a few tables reacting to Sarah’s behavior. They couldn’t see her shrunken toy, but they could tell that a sexily dressed college-age buffoon was spitting her meal right back on the tablecloth. The boy bit his tongue.

            Sarah continued to drool several mouthfuls of spaghetti onto Tessa, leaving sauce stains all around and covering the little woman in gummy spittle-gunk. She eventually gave up once she noticed her pet not trying to eat anymore, and instead simply lying in the mess. When chocolate cake arrived for dessert, Sarah took large bites, but didn’t share any yet with her toy.

            “I guess you’ve had enough to eat, huh, Bella? Mommy’s so proud of you for eating it all up. You need yummy things to stay nice and healthy, and it’s even better for you, cuz it came from Mommy’s mouth! Yes it did! Oh, yes it did! Kitchie-coo!” Sarah babbled in an infantile voice. She used her napkin to wipe away most of the saucy remains from her three-inch-tall plaything’s weary body, and then her enormous fingertips returned to caress and prod Tessa around.

            “You better look out, little Bella. Mommy’s turning into her alter ego, the super-scary but still super-pretty Tickle Monster. What are you gonna do, little one, huh? Where are you gonna go? That’s right, nowhere. You can’t get away from the Tickle Monster, cuz she’ll follow you everywhere and then touch you all over until you can’t stop laughing,” Sarah teased, growing louder and giggly the further into the act she carried. All the while, her fingers rapidly bludgeoned Tessa’s body, as usual not really tickling her, but merely poking and shoving. The blonde cackled aloud when Tessa seized up in self-defense, which only made her try harder. “Come on, pretty little Bella. The big scary beautiful Tickle Monster wants you to laugh, and then say how much you love your Mommy. Are you gonna give in? That’s all you have to do to protect yourself from the sweet cuddly tickles. Just be happy, and say you love your Mommy sooooo much, just like I know you do!”

            “Do you need anything else here?” the waitress politely asked, suddenly appearing from around the corner, and approaching fast. Sarah’s big blue eyes widened. Her gaze darted about in subtle panic, and then, with no time left to lose, the girl quickly closed her fist around Tessa and lifted her up to her face. Seeing the oncoming maw, and realizing this wasn’t just the usual kiss-session but an actual entry, the shrunken woman screamed. Her shriek was swallowed up, however, as Sarah shoved her pet over her lips and sealed them to keep her hidden.

            “No thanks,” Tanner sighed. The waitress nodded and stepped away.

            Once she was finally out of view, the conspicuously broad-cheeked Sarah spat Tessa back into her open palms in a spray of saliva and melted chocolate from the dessert. Crumbs and spit spewed across the table, with some of it even landing on Tanner, though Sarah’s attention was only focused on the mewling, chocolate-coated creature lying in her hands. Tessa twitched, traumatized by the ordeal of being jammed completely into her captor’s muggy mouth while it was full of sugary food. Overcome with the humor of the image in her hands, Sarah started to snicker uncontrollably. Her voice ascended in volume, until her slap-happy laughter echoed throughout the entire restaurant. Tanner grimly noticed multiple patrons turning around to glare at them in disapproval.

            “I’m, uh, not sure she likes that so much,” Tanner whispered to his girlfriend. He couldn’t really be certain, although Tessa did look pretty miserable to him lying in a pool of chocolatey spit, but the boy was also just nervous of being booted out of the restaurant.

            “WHAT?” Sarah loudly balked, looking genuinely disturbed. “You’re crazy! Of course she likes it. Bella likes it when her Mommy kisses her, so she must like it even more when Mommy kisses her whole entire body at once by putting her in her mouth! Plus, there was yummy dessert in there to share, and I think Bella tasted it and loved it so much, she wants to take another nap!”

            “Um, I think she’s just tired because you walked on her all day, maybe.”

            “No way, Tanner. Look, I love you, babe, but you obviously don’t really know anything about my Bella. She loves everything to do with her Mommy sooooo much, and watch, I’ll prove it to you,” Sarah rambled. She shifted her attention to Tessa, holding her up between two fingers. “Tell Daddy how much you love Mommy, Bella. Go on, say it right now.”

            The beleaguered prisoner was silent.

            “Come ON, Bella. Say it. Say how much you love Mommy, please. Right now.”

            Again, nothing happened.

            “Ahem. I said, tell Mommy how much you love her, you precious little thing!” Sarah demanded more forcefully. This time, she pinched her fingers together, squeezing Tessa around the gut like a miniature squeak-toy. The gesture caused Tessa to loudly gasp, and was only followed up with more painful squeezes.

            “I HATE YOU!” Tessa screamed.

            “Good, Mommy loves you too! Say it more!” Sarah’s dastardly fingers pulsed around her prey.

            “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I FUCKING HATE YOU!” The pressure of the giantess’s fingers around her fragile pet was becoming too much, and Tessa could barely make noise anymore. She trembled, feeling her ribs bruising from so much playful goading by the blonde leviathan. Tears cascaded down the woman’s cheeks.

            “I love you sooooo much, too, Bella! Aw, six whole times you said it, wow! That means you love me to the power of six! That’s like, a billion!” Sarah dreamily cooed. She looked triumphantly to her boyfriend across the table, holding out her wounded pet as proof. “You see now? You see how much she loves her Mommy?”

            “Yeah, I guess,” Tanner shrugged. It was no use arguing with Sarah. One way or another, she’d get what she wanted, whether she was tormenting a helpless little animal or convincing her boyfriend to suck on her sweat-glazed toes.

            Once the meal was paid for, Sarah cradled Tessa in her palm while lowering her back under the table. Though this return was inevitable, it still filled the shrunken woman’s heart with palpable dread. She watched, helpless to stop it, as Sarah worked on peeling her high heel back off her naked foot. After it was liberated, she wriggled her swollen toes about and flexed her meaty sole.

            “Sorry to have to say goodbye so soon, Bella, but Daddy and I are going to the club next, and there’s no way I could keep an eye on you there. Besides, I’m gonna be dancing the whole night away, and I want you to be able to do it with me, down there, snuggled up close to my foot where you belong!” Sarah detailed. Her fingers neared the dark opening of her heel to shove Tessa back inside. “By-bye for now, Bella! Give Mommy’s toes lots of nice hugs and kisses while you’re in there, cuz they’re gonna get sooooo hot and sweaty from all the dancing.”

            After Tessa was hopelessly wedged back in the warm shoe-coffin, trapped between the hard pointed bottom and a set of pudgy, muscular toes, Sarah set her foot back on the floor and slid out of the booth after Tanner.

            “You ready to go, babe?” she asked.

            “Yeah, but, um… Sarah, can you, you know… not do the same kind of dancing you normally do for the whole night? You know how it makes all the guys just stare at your ass the entire time, and…”

            “Awww… is somebody jealous of the boys getting horny over Mommy’s yummy butt?” Sarah taunted. She snickered again, then gave her bountiful caboose a slap, causing it to jiggle in view of the restaurant patrons. “Don’t be jealous, babe. We’ll compromise. I will dance how I like, but I’ll also do it right up against you, right in your special place, where you like…”

            Before Tanner could meekly protest, Sarah nuzzled her ample hindquarters up against his crotch and proceeded to shimmy back and forth by way of demonstration, massaging her taut booty cheeks until she felt him giving in.