Giantess Ashton - Swe(a)t Caroline

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Giantess Ashton - Swe(a)t Caroline

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The Sweaty Revenge of Giantess Ashton

Swe(a)t Caroline

You find yourself standing in front of the mirror, clad in a sleek black dress that hugs your curves perfectly. Your eyes are hard and cold as you prepare for your next move. You reach up to your armpit, feeling the prickly stubble against your fingertips. It's time to enact your plan.

With meticulous precision, you tape down the tiny figure of Caroline to the inside of your shirt, right over your armpit. She wriggles and squirms, trying to escape your grasp, but it's too late. You've shrunk her down to a size that fits comfortably in the palm of your hand.

Satisfied with your work, you head out the door, ready to torment her for days on end. The anticipation is palpable as you walk down the street, the heat already beginning to rise under your arm. Caroline's protests are muffled by the fabric, but you can hear her desperate cries for mercy.

As the hours tick by, you can't help but relish in her suffering. You start to sweat, the salty droplets soaking into her delicate skin. You smile cruelly as she whimpers against your chest, unable to escape the stench of your oniony armpit hair.

Throughout the day, you check in on her, asking how she's doing. Each time, her response is the same - a whimper and a plea for mercy. You laugh in her face, enjoying the power you hold over her.

By the end of the day, Caroline is barely hanging on. Her skin is pale and clammy, and she reeks of your bo. You can't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction as you watch her struggle to survive.

With a cruel smile, you decide it's time to end her misery. You pull her off your shirt, pushing her deep into your armpit. With one swift motion, you slam your arm down, squishing her body between your skin and the fabric.

As you lift your arm, a tiny stain is all that remains where Caroline once was. You laugh maniacally, the sound echoing in the empty room. She's been reduced to a literal pit stain, and you couldn't be happier about it.

With a disgusted look on your face, you wipe the stain away, leaving a trail of sweat in its wake. You can't help but wrinkle your nose at the putrid smell that lingers in the air.

Finally, you reach into your armpit one last time, grabbing a tiny figure. You hold it up to the light, watching as it squirms in your grasp. With a final, cruel smile, you toss it in the trash, ready to move on to your next victim.

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