Waking up was always tough for me. I could never get comfortable in the glass aquarium I was kept in. Even though she laid out some bedding (the kind used for hamsters or mice), I was not big enough to make use of it. I’d always fall through and end up on the glass bottom. The nice part was that she at least had a heater below the tank. It kept me warm at night. She’s told me multiple times that toys don’t need clothes or blankets, so I should be grateful she cares enough to keep me alive.

Well, at least she cares enough when she’s not using me. I don’t know how many times she’s almost crushed, eaten, sat on, or done something else to me that would be fatal, but somehow manage to live. I guess being an inch tall does have it’s perks.

I can see her out of my glass prison. She’s on her bed sleeping right now. I’m always happy when I wake up first because it means I have a few moments of peace before she decides to torture me for the day. It’s always something different with her too. Every time I think I’ve see it all, she finds a new way to play with me. Some of the worst times involve her morning run. Whenever I see her putting on her workout clothes, I pray that she forgets about me and leaves without putting me in her shoe, or even worse, her shorts. My prayers are never answered, but I guess if they were, I wouldn’t even be in this situation. Or the prayers go to her since she has made it very clear that she is my goddess.

From outside my “home,” a slow rumble interrupts my thoughts.

“shit she’s getting up” I think to myself and watch helplessly as she starts to stretch and yawn. From a distance I can see her mouth. The most terrifying part of her body to me. I don’t know if she does this intentionally, knowing that even the sight of it makes me nervous, but her mouth wide open like that never fails to make me shake. The ground quakes as she walks over to the dresser that my tank is set on.

“Hello little one” she says, carelessly breathing her hot morning breath onto me. “Are you ready for my morning workout? It’s really hot today so we’ll get a nice sweat going!” She said excitedly. Her massive hand lowered into the tank and wrapped around me. Each finger 4 times larger than me at least. I used to try to run away, but now I just accept my fate. Where could I even go? Hiding just prolongs the inevitable and makes her get annoyed.

“Good toy. Now where should I put you?” she pretended to wait for my answer. I knew whatever I said she would just ignore. She always does whatever she wants. With a swift motion she moves her hand down to her shorts. “fuck” I think to myself. If she’s right about how hot it’s going to be, this is going to be the worst place possible. She continues moving her hand around to her back and stops over her ass. To me, it was the size of a large building. Even if I was normal sized, I would call it large. I see her stretch her shorts out a little to make a small opening. She starts to open her hand that has me in it and lets me tumble into her shorts. As I fall into darkness, the shorts snap onto me, locking me in place. At least I’m not going to be trapped in her ass crack this time. Whenever that happens I feel like I’m going to drown in her sweat.

I feel the rhythmic shaking as she walks outside. I already can feel her starting to sweat as she picks up the pace. I hope and pray that the shaking settles, but it never does. The brief moments she stops to walk or get a drink of water are the only relief I get from this torture. It’s humiliating to think that I used to be normal sized. Now no one else knows I’m even in this situation. I’ve tried to yell for help before but I know it will never come. All I can hope to do is try and endure whatever she dishes out to me each day. Today is clearly off to a bad start to me and it’s only the morning….

Not much else changed for the rest of the run. I thought the sweat would make me slip, but it only glued me to her more. My eyes burned as beads of sweat as large as my face would drip over me, soaking me. The heat caused me to become extremely thirsty, but all I was met with was salty sweat and no relief. Though all her massive ass was doing was jiggling slightly with each stride, to me, it felt like an earthquake or an old wooden roller coaster. But only if that rollercoaster was going up and down constantly and the safety bar was spandex holding me in place. I wanted so badly just to fall out and hit the ground to end this pain and suffering, but she knew what she was doing. She’s done it so many times before. Knows exactly where to put me so that I am so close to freedom but still feel the most pain. I wonder what she’s thinking. If she even is thinking about me. I’m nothing to her and she’s currently my entire world.

All of a sudden, the running stops. This is something new. Usually it feels much longer. I can only assume she’s at a light and is waiting to cross, but even then, she normally just jogs in place or turns to take a detour. This is different and I don’t know how to feel. On one hand, the violent shaking has stopped, but on the other, something out of the ordinary is never a good sign.

There was one time she decided to skip her morning workout and just make a smoothie instead. On top of that, she loves to have her morning smoke session. Whether it was her being high or just sadistic, she dropped me into her smoothie. Normally I thought the resistances I had from her shrinking me would keep me safe, but the smoothie was very cold. I passed out from the cold and didn’t wake up until the next day. She must have seen me passed out and just tossed me in the aquarium because I did not wake up in a comfortable position.

Another day that was different did happen with a morning run. Instead of being in her sports bra or shorts, she decided her shoe would be a good home for me during the run. The constant stomping as she hit the ground was bad enough, but the force whenever her foot lifted off the ground kept me pinned down. At first the weightlessness when her foot fell to the ground was a brief relief, but once she hit the ground, if I wasn’t in the right position it would be more painful than being stepped on. Eventually I managed to get under her toes to be in what I thought was the safest area, but once again, I passed out and woke up the next morning. Oddly, I didn’t have any bruises or broken bones, but did wake up in a fog. I guess I was just that beaten up that my body needed the rest.

Anyways, back to her stopping here. I started to hear muffled voices. Two women and hers. They were talking but between the headache I have from the shaking and the spandex pressing me into her ass, I couldn’t make it out. I’m guessing it’s just friends of hers. I never met anyone. Or at least have never been introduced. That makes sense to me though. How would someone react to a tiny prisoner like me? If they’re friends of hers I can only hope they aren’t as sadistic.

My thoughts were cut short as she began walking again. It was a nicer, easier movement. Maybe I am finally getting a break today. The walk wasn’t too long. They stopped again and I feel a different movement. It took mere moments for me to recognize what was about to happen. She was sitting down. I tried to scream and move to remind her I was here. She didn’t care. She never does. Her ass was my prison. Why couldn’t she put me in her ass crack or the front of her shorts today? Why did it have to just be in the middle of a cheek? All these questions go racing through my mind as time seems to slow down. Then it happens. First the shorts, then me, then the rest of her collide with what I assume is some kind of park bench or chair. Whatever it is, this new prison knocked the breath out of me immediately. I try to move but I’m not strong enough at all to make it anywhere. I start feeling like I need to breath and try to open my mouth, but it’s just filled with sweat and some hot air. I can’t make it. She needs to stand up. Is she actually going to let me die? She’s kept me for so long and this is how I go? Trapped under her ass while she talks to friends? I struggle to breath again. More sweat and less air. I’m either about to drown or suffocate. I feel her shift, but it’s not enough to let me get a fresh breath. I’m just rubbed across the seat. I feel myself fading. I close my eyes and…..

I wake up. In the fish tank again. I look over and see her sleeping. “Oh good,” I think to myself, “some time to relax before she wakes up….” Wait. I passed out yesterday. I can’t really remember a lot besides the morning run…she must have felt me go limp. Yes. That’s it. Well, it’s a new day. Hopefully it’s an easy one.