Ivana

Pressure Vessel - Part 03

Added 2025-01-15 00:04:43 +0000 UTC

Rolling my eyes, I kneel slowly. Over four seconds I track the tiny shock of dark hair tear across the carpet, wobbling slightly as tiny feet slide across the proportionally thicker threads of the fabric. Hunching forward and lowering my right hand, I watch Ivana skid to a stop. Her body crumpling against my skin in slow motion. I can barely feel it!

Taking a deep breath, the small speck sinks below the lavender lace of my bra, before coming back into view as I exhale. “Calm down Ms. Djuric!” I say, Ivana winces, tiny head darting to either side of my hand, up to my face, behind her to the spot she stood just a moment ago. Despite her size, I can see the wheels turning inside that tiny head of hers.

Curling my fingers, ensnaring the feisty little flea, I smirk. As my pinky and thumb brush against her delicate little body, my heart races. Rolling my wrist out, I tip Ivana into the meat of my palm. Standing I hum a tune to myself, wincing as the unfamiliar sensation of tiny limbs bat against my skin. ‘What is she feeling I wonder?’ Once I’m at full height, I open my hand.

Ivana’s eyes pinch close, I can feel her trembling. Tiny fingers small enough to slot into the creases of my palm. “Oh my god, you are so cute!” I coo.

Ivana rolls onto her knees, scowling at me. Her teeny tiny body vibrating on my skin, I can feel…something...hear something. It’s faint, but eventually I can make out a few words. Profanity at first…threats. But as Ivana takes a deep breath, she squints and speaks a little louder. “What exactly will this accomplish!? I can’t do anything at this size!”

“Oh yeah, good point.” Gently closing my hand once more, I look off to the side. Glancing down, I gently squeeze my chest together. Arching an eyebrow, licking my lips, I shake my head. “It’ll be fine Ivana.” I purr. “You couldn’t do much before anyway, and you were so cranky about getting back in my backpack.”

Turning around I march towards the bathroom. “So—what is it you’re always saying?” Chuckling to myself, I step over the threshold. “We’ll have to get—creative.”