Borrowed Peeks: Chapter 8

 Betsy finishes her farm chores and finally gets the chance to play with her new doll.

 Aster rhythmically moaned and bounced up and down inside the front pocket of Betsy's overalls. The rough fabric stretched against her back and forced the front of her naked little body to spread eagle, pressed against the giant human's lower belly. She could feel the behemoth woman's body heat through the fabric. The warm wall of flesh gently smothered her and forced her to feel that hot and bothered feeling that the young borrower didn't quite understand.

 Aster didn't know why this giant woman had confined her inside the pocket. Human beans were supposed to be cruel beings who crushed borrowers under their feet or delighted in slowly torturing them to death. But this rough-looking country girl wanted Aster as a pet & tiny companion. Aster wondered what the giantess had planned for her. Her nude little body trembled with fear & shameful excitement. Despite the dread that shook her body, she felt a tiny wet spot form between her little legs. What was causing her lustful response? Was it that this rugged but beautifully curved human had captured and claimed her as her own? Or maybe it was that she was trapped forcefully against the plush wall of the woman's lower belly, each of her ground-shacking steps bounced her up & down as the giantess strolled around and completed her farm chores. Whatever it was, it caused Aster's petite legs to tremble as her pale thighs dampened further.

 Aster squeaked with surprise as a pair of meaty fingers wrapped around her waist, stunning her out of her confused arousal. The domineering digits pulled her from the warmth and safety of the pocket and into the open air. She whimpered and fearfully wrapped her little limbs around the nearest giant digit. Her head glanced around at her new surroundings, a panicked expression on her little face.

 She appeared to be back inside the farmhouse, and the sun through the window seemed low in the sky. Aster could feel the presence of Betsy's looming shadow. She hesitantly turned to face her, still clinging fearfully to the giant finger. The tiny girl gasped. Betsy's callous hands held her uncomfortably close to her sweat-glazed face, the large visage striking her with its intimidating size and proximity. From this close, Aster could count every one of the giantess' freckles and see the detail of every wrinkle in her skin tanned from many hard days in the sun. It appeared Betsy had already removed her straw hat as her long blonde hair flowed around the tiny borrower like the theater curtain. The giantess licked her lips, which looked a little rough from the dry weather but were still full and colored soft pink. The giant woman's slow and steady breaths tickle across Aster's bare skin. Her quaky eyes timidly looked up and met the large orbs of Betsy's green irises, which sparkled with curiosity and excitement.

 "How did you like the ride in my pocket, little one?" Betsy questioned playfully. "I hope it wasn't too bumpy. I got my work done extra quick today just for you!"

 She giggled and wiggled her finger, closely watching the tiny girl cling to it as if her life depended on it. Aster blushed and averted her eyes, not wanting to reveal that she had actually enjoyed riding around in Betsy's pocket, pressed against her so closely. Betsy cupped her fingers around the little life in her hands, cradling Aster in her palm.

 "I still can't believe I found a real-life tiny person," Betsy mused. "I didn't even know little itty bitty people existed!"

 She ran her finger along the miniature girl's little body, prodding and examining her delicate form. Her digit inadvertently nudged Aster's petite breasts, the ridges in her fingertips rubbing her sensitive nipples. The tiny pink nubs of her nipples, no bigger than a period on a page, hardened from the giant woman's touch. Aster squeaked and her little face blushed bright red from the intimate touch. Her puny hands swatted the finger away, and she pouted up at the giant curious woman.

 "Watch where you put those sausage fingers!" Aster peeped.

 Despite her fear, she wanted to maintain a strong and aggressive attitude in the face of this large and dangerous human bean. Betsy withdrew her finger. Her freckled cheeks formed dimples and she snickered at the little girl's feisty attitude.

 "Sorry! Heh... I've never seen a tiny little person and I am curious about you," Betsy explained with a faint blush in her cheeks.

 Aster blushed as well, not only from being held and touched while she was naked and vulnerable but also from the knowledge that this giant woman was curious about and interested in her. It was a strange feeling to know that such a gigantic and burly woman would find interest in a tiny creature like herself. The feeling gave her a strange sense of pride.

 Betsy continued to cradle Aster in her palm. Her finger gently pushed away the tiny girl's trembling arms, which were attempting to cover her nudity. She brought the delicate creature even closer to her amused face, taking in the details of her little bits.

 "Woah... you even have tiny breasts & a little bush, just like a regular lady," Betsy exclaimed unabashedly. "Only it's all super tiny. How quaint!"

 Aster squeaked and attempted to hide her body against the nearest giant finger. She had never felt so humiliated in her little life.

 "Don't say such embarrassing things!" She shot back in a bratty tone.

 Betsy smirked and slightly adjusted the finger that the little borrower had chosen to hide behind.

 "Well, you are the one who's walking around naked," Betsy retorted with a teasing smirk.

 Aster crossed her arms over her chest and pouted.

 "That's only because I lost my dress. And you stole it!" Aster accused.

 The irony of accusing someone of stealing when she was a self-proclaimed borrower, who took what she needed from humans, was lost on her.

 A spark of recognition crossed Betsy's face. She reached into her back pocket and retrieved something. A moment later, she dangled Aster's familiar dress above her. It looked so small between the giant woman's fingers, but the raggy garment definitely belonged to Aster. It still had the torn hem in the front. Aster's blue eyes lit up and she jumped, attempting to reach her prized dress.

 "My dress!" Aster squeaked with relief and annoyance that it had been kept from her for so long.

 Aster jumped up and down with her arms reaching into the air, much to the amusement of the giantess who held her. Betsy pulled the dress away a little, keeping it just out of her reach. Aster huffed and pouted, crossing her arms again.

 "Now, now," Betsy simpered. "Raise your arms again. I want to dress you up."

 Aster huffed and blushed further. She hated that this giant human wanted to play dress up with her like she was a doll. But if it meant being clothed and regaining a small amount of her dignity, then she was willing to play along. She begrudgingly raised her arms straight into the air, still with a pout on her face.

 Betsy giggled with delight. She delicately pulled the little dress over the miniature girl's head and adjusted it like she was dressing a doll or a small child. She raised her palm into the air and admired the adorable doll-like creature.

 "You are just too darn precious!" Betsy squealed in a sing-song voice.