No Pity
Ashton, your wife's best friend, looms over you, her towering frame casting a shadow that engulfs you. You're confused and disoriented, feeling smaller than a grain of sand as she approaches. She chuckles, pointing down at you and revealing the immense size difference between the two of you.
Without further explanation or hesitation, Ashton sits down and brings you to her face. Her eyes are wide with excitement and nervous anticipation, her fingers trembling as she traces the outline of your body against her skin. She takes a deep breath, clearly fighting against her own excitement as she begins to share her secret with you.
"I've rented you from your wife for the entire weekend," she says quietly, her voice shaking slightly. "Not only will you be small for the weekend, but you will also be my armpit slave for the weekend." She pauses, a mischievous glint in her eye as she adds, "It's the only way I can live out my fantasy."
Before you have a chance to protest or ask questions, Ashton plunges you into her prickly armpit. The sensation is overwhelming, your skin crawling as you feel the rough texture of her hair against your body. Ashton compares your size to the length of her armpit hair, laughing at how insignificant you are in comparison.
She then goes on to explain the rest of the arrangement. You will have no food or water, surviving only off whatever you can scavenge from her armpit. You will remain in her armpit with no breaks, no fresh air, and no deodorant for the entire weekend. There are a few rules: no eye contact unless first initiated by Ashton, no speaking unless instructed to speak, and most importantly, you must refer to her as 'God' from now on.
Shivering with anticipation, Ashton tells you to lick the crease of her armpit. You obey hesitantly, feeling both repulsed and aroused by the situation. As you lick, Ashton's eyes flutter closed, her breath hitching as she moans softly. She tells you that you are a good little armpit slave, and with that, instructs you to climb into her crease because that's where you will be 'resting' for the night.
The next morning, Ashton wakes you up with a start. She's clearly nervous about something, her hands shaking as she speaks. "You're going to hate me," she warns, "but I want you to beg me not to go." She tells you this is part of her kink, and that you must call her God now, because she's superior to you.
You reluctantly obey, begging your God not to leave you alone. Ashton finds your pleas incredibly arousing, her breath coming faster as she watches you squirm in her armpit. "Slaves don't get a choice," she purrs. "Slaves have to do what their gods say. And your god says that you're going to drink all my sweat from this hike and eat everything that accumulates in there."
Later that evening, Ashton opens her armpit to address you. She tells you that she was just at a movie with your wife, and she can't believe how much she enjoyed showing off her new pet. With a wicked grin, she reveals that for a milk dud, your wife agreed to give her one more week with you. Another week serving in her armpit.
You feel a mixture of fear and excitement as Ashton closes her armpit around you once again, trapping you in a world of giantesses and armpit worship. The power dynamics are intense, the atmosphere charged with sexual tension, and the emotions running high. As you serve your God, you can't help but feel both repulsed and aroused by the situation, knowing that this is your new reality for the foreseeable future.
