Not A Toy 078

Maisie's gasps turned to squeals as she was flown through the air.

Her body was pressed against the surface of the phone, but as Sophie tilted her hand, the graduate felt herself lifting off the vibrating device. The shrunken woman clenched onto the phone and Sophie's thumb as she realized it was all that was keeping her from falling.

The scientist looked on in irritation. Her eyes darting between the struggling twenty-something and the road, thankful that she had reached the suburbs and a less busy part of town. At peak hour this event could have been fatally dangerous. 

"You little..." Came the frustrated words of the giantess, through clenched teeth. "Would you just..." Her words unfinished, her irritation compounded by her split focus. Her eyes glimpsed the screen for a moment, reading 'Unknown' across the the display. Given everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours, the redhead had to take the call. The tiny woman's precarious situation mattered little to Sophie, her slightly pitched voice was a string of cries and gasps as the simple act of lifting a phone was near to a rollercoaster for her.

And the restraint bars of this ride just came off.

Maisie tried to form a sentence which turned to a scream as her grip on Sophie's phone was pulled out of reach, as woman's hand position shifted the brunette slipped, her hand lashed out and took hold of whatever she could find purchase on.

"I have to take this!" Sophie said, practically scolding the little brunette.

Sophie shifted the phone in her hand, and that was all it took for Maisie to tumble. Not for the first time today, the shrunken woman felt herself falling. She almost longed for the time when she had been falling just out of reach of a doorknob, now she was tumbling from a seemingly gigantic hand. 

The graduate's afternoon was not at all how she imagined it.

She crashed into something firm, but soft, as the world blurred around her. Her body rolled, almost down a hill, before she crashed into a smooth surface with a hearty grunt. Her eyes were unfocused, her shoulder was sore, her hands were sweaty, and yet it all paled compared to the realization of where she had landed. Two enormous ridges rolled up beside her, as Maisie realized she was seated between the stranger's thighs.

Sophie grimaced at the sight, sparing only a glance for the nuisance of a girl - she seemed physically fine, but if their behaviour so far was any indication, she was likely to panic at any moment. In that brief instance though, the scientist took her phone and answered the call.