My Tiny Masseuse: Work Those Wee Hands!

My Tiny Masseuse.

I was lying on my couch one Sunday afternoon doing close to nothing. After a long hike, breakfast, and a bubble bath, I was ready to lounge my afternoon away until dinner. There was this perfect ray of sunlight beaming onto my right arm and leg. I felt so warm, considering I had the AC blasting onto my wet hair, still hiding in a towel. I had music playing in the background, but I was mostly enjoying the sounds of the squirrels chasing each other up my maple tree. Suddenly, there was a buzzing by my ear. After an extended unwelcome stay, I swatted the fly, or so I thought it was a fly. It went crashing down onto my windowsill. Then something strange happened. A little teensy smoke started rising, and out went an even tinier, “Help!” That little “bug” would soon be my tiny masseuse.

I Gave Him The Name Bug Pretty Quickly.

It seemed to be the only thing that would calm the little guy down. He was, in fact, a little guy. He responded well to the gentleness of the cute name, especially coming from a giantess, in his eyes. “Sorry about my mini dronecopter, I was hovering through your neighborhood, admiring the squirrels, and I must have gotten some suction through your cracked window.” “Hmm,” I thought to myself, another admirer of cute rodents. I mean, he was kind of cute, too.” ” I’d like to give you a little job. I think you should stay and be my tiny masseuse. I can’t afford to pay you, but I can feed you, and you can watch all of the squirrels you want.” “All of the squirrels, eh? Miss, we have a deal.”

I Did Not Shake the Hand of My Tiny Masseuse.

But, only because I would have crushed him to death. Instead, I just took my pinky finger and kind of rubbed it on his unusually small head. The following weeks were pretty magical. He wasn’t very good at massaging, but he was able to fix his drone and kind of ram it into the parts of my body that were a little more stressed out. We spent a lot of time together, relaxing and watching Nat Geo. Everything was going really well until one day, a swarm of flies came rushing through the door the second I cracked it open. “Bug! What is this?” I shouted. I couldn’t find him right away, and I panicked. The flies began to surround me, and then before you know it, he came down right in the center on his newly fixed dronecopter.

My Tiny Masseuse Had Betrayed Me.

He cackled his miniature cackle as he unveiled the fact that this was his plan right away, and he knew I loved squirrels before he even got there! So angry and overwhelmed, my body started to hyperventilate until I grew bigger with every breath I could manage. This was not part of Bug’s plan. My body grew so large so quickly that the drone squad was pushed against my face. All I had to do was slide my giant tongue out and suck them into my mouth. They were delicious, but there was still one small problem, and his name was Bug. What do you think I did next? Enjoy sci-fi and erotica? Check out last week’s entry- Apocalyptic Bunker Babes. Craving fantasy phone sex?

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