Without looking up from her phone, she wedges the jar down between her thighs, right up against her. It slowly becomes dark inside like he’s descending into a cave in a glass elevator, her enormous smooth thighs rising high up around him and her skirt hanging over the jar’s opening. With surreal horror he watches as she wedges the jar right up against her naked pussy. Its visibly moist lips grip the glass like the hungry mouth of some terrifying sea creature that could easily swallow him whole. 

He thinks about what she said earlier, about her dolls. She couldn’t have been serious… Could she? 

Her mother’s voice rings out from the kitchen. “Honey, dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes. Why don’t you take Tyler up to your dollhouse and see if you can find him some clothes?” 

She looks up from her phone with pleasant surprise and then beams down at him, her eyes gleaming with delight. 

“Great idea, Mom!” 

Before he knows it he’s being shaken carelessly around the jar as she jogs up the stairs to her room. 

She gets down on her knees in front of a mostly pink plastic dollhouse on the floor in front of her closet. 

“Okay little dolly, time to come out!” she says in a sing-song voice. “You ready to play dress-up?” 

Once again she turns the jar upside down, slowly this time, giggling at his scrambling attempt not to slide out into her lap. Inevitably he slips to the edge of the jar and finds himself dangling precariously from its rim. 

“Aww, don’t you wanna come out and play little guy?” she teases. “Do you like my dollhouse? That’s where you’re gonna live from now on.” 

She lifts him up close to her lips and whispers, “At least, when you’re not wiggling around in my panties.” 

He grunts with rage and agony, his arms killing him. “You’re sick! How could you want to use a human being as a… as…” 

“A sex toy?” she offers. She leans back against the bed, taking her time to get comfortable as he strains to hang on. “Well like, I just get so bored in class, you know? I think it’ll be more fun when I have a little guy like you with me, hidden under my skirt. You know, like, kissing me. Licking me… Mmm.” 

She sighs happily. “So yeah, like… that’s where I’ll keep you if you’re a good boy…” 

“What!” he grunts. “I don’t want…”

“Of course, if you’re a bad boy, I’ll have to punish you,” she says, shaking her head with mock sternness. “In which case, instead… I’ll keep you in my butt.” 

He can only manage an enraged grunt in response, his arms slowly giving in. 

“But I already told you about that. The real question is, what am I gonna name you?” 

She bursts into a fit of giggles as he scowls up at her, his face red with exertion. 

“What, you didn’t think I was gonna let you keep your old, boring name did you? Tyler isn’t a good name for a pet. I’m gonna think of something, like, cuter.” 

She lifts him up close to her face. She moves him slowly, careful not to shake him off of the jar. She’s obviously enjoying this little game. He, meanwhile, feels like his arms might rip out of their sockets. 

“This is actually like, really impressive, cutie!” she says. “Aww, and look how sweaty you are! Here, let me help you cool down.” 

He watches with horror as her tongue slowly snakes out from between her lips. 

He shrinks away from her as much as he can as she gently flicks the tip of her tongue against his face. But there’s only so much he can flinch given his extremely compromised position and eventually he has to just grit his teeth and allow her to lick him repeatedly like an ice cream cone. The slimy fleshiness of it is unbearable, her saliva oozing down from his head and drenching most of his body. 

After a while she puts the tip of her tongue under his chin. He’s humiliated to find that she can easily force his chin up with just her tongue, forcing him to look up at her as she giggles down at him, her tongue finally receding into her mouth. 

“I like how you taste, cutie! Maybe I’ll name you like, Candy or something. Ooh, or Lollipop! I dunno, I haven’t decided yet. We’ll see.” 

Yeah we’ll see, you little brat, he fumes internally. When I get out of here I’m suing the fucking ass off of you, your mother, the clinic and…

“Anyway I’m bored of this. Come on, little dolly. Time to play!”

With a casual shake of the jar she dislodges his grip and he falls down into her lap. The smooth skin of her thigh is surprisingly taut and he bounces like it’s a trampoline, flying across to her other thigh and then bouncing back and forth like a pinball all the way down into the ravine between them. 

Once again he finds himself in the warm, humid cavern under her skirt. This time with no glass between him and her. 

“Oopsie!” comes her booming voice from above. He looks up into the crack of light above him, her huge face taking up most of it like the sun above a canyon. 

She giggles down at him. “You like it down there, little pet? Don’t worry, we’ll have lots of time for that later.” 

She reaches down towards him and he cowers instinctively as her tree-trunk fingers wrap gently around him. She lifts him up to her face and opens her hand, smiling as he curls up uncomfortably in her palm. 

“You’re so light!” she says. “I like this.” The pinky of her other hand arrives to gently pet the side of his face. He tries to push her finger away but even with both of his arms, her pinky easily overpowers him. “Oh my god, like, you’re just too adorable!” 

“Stop talking to me like that!” he yells up at her. “I’m not your pet!”

She giggles. “You know what, you’re right, cutie,” she says, playfully tapping him on the nose with a huge fingertip. “Technically you’re not my pet yet…” 

She reaches to the side and slides a cardboard box towards them. With dismay he sees that it’s labeled “Abbie’s Doll Clothes.” 

“But you heard what Mom said. You might not be my pet yet, but you are my little doll! At least until dinner’s ready.” 

“You can’t just…!”

“Time to play dressup, cutie!” 

She starts rifling through the box. 

“Ooh, so many cute outfits to choose from!”