Borrowed Peeks: Chapter 9

 A giant woman and a tiny girl get to know each other better, whether the tiny one wants it or not.

 Aster was relieved to have her dress returned, even if it was slightly demeaning to have Betsy's burly fingers busying about the fabric, dressing her like a toy doll. She looked down at the torn hem. She had forgotten how patchy and raggedy her dress was. She ran her fingers down the red fabric as it hugged her waist.

 The little Borrower embarrassedly looked up at Betsy's billboard-sized face, freckled and smiling down at her with soft dimples, the sparkle of admiration in her green eyes. Aster almost felt more naked now that she was wearing her homely dress, torn from her latest adventure. She shyly hid against the nearest giant finger. Despite Betsy's imposing appearance, her large fingers provided a source of comfort to the tiny girl. The large pillar of flesh was just about Aster's size if not a little bit thicker, its skin weathered and callous from working the earth, almost like warm, textured rubber against Aster's sensitive, pale skin.

 Aster was beside herself. She had braved the harsh elements and faced many obstacles on her adventures. But compared to this rough giantess cowgirl, she felt scraggly. But the tiny gal yearned to appear brave despite her tiny size, heartened by the return of her clothing. She was a brave Borrower after all!

 Aster stood on the colossal woman's palm, her bare feet struggling to find purchase on the fleshy and uneven surface. She pouted with her hands on her hips. Her dainty finger pointed up at the giant human bean.

 "Now, put me down!" The little woman harshly demanded.

 Her voice sounded like little squeaks to Betsy, who adored the sight of the adorable, little creature. The cute picture made the farm girl want to tease her new toy more from the overwhelming sense of cuteness aggression bubbling up inside her. She moved her hand slightly just to watch Aster stumble from her akimbo stance and lean against her little finger. Betsy had never felt so big and powerful in all her life.

 A part of her still couldn't believe the little woman was real. She wanted to address the little gal, but the first name that came to mind was “Tiny.” Betsy shook her head. She knew that wouldn't do. The moody girl would likely pout again in that adorable manner.

 "Do you have a name, tiny one?" Betsy questioned, her southern twang steamrolling over the little Borrower's demand for release.

 Aster stood defiantly on Betsy's palm, her little, bare feet stomping on the fleshy surface in frustration. The little girl's arms crossed over her chest.

 "Of course, I have a name, you giant oaf!" The little Borrower replied snappily. "It's Aster."

 Betsy chuckled breathily at the tiny girl's brave and defiant attitude, her warm exhales tickling Aster's skin. It was amusing how someone so small could act so brashly. The farm woman wondered if the girl's attitude was from misplaced pride or a coping mechanism to hide her fear of being so small and vulnerable while held by someone so big.

 "Aster…" Betsy repeated slowly. "That's a cute name. My name is Betsy."

 Aster faintly blushed from the compliment. She was surprised that this rough-looking human bean was polite enough to ask her name and introduce herself. The tiny girl nodded her head in recognition. Of course, she already knew Betsy's name after spying on her for the past few days, but she knew that she should keep that bit of information to herself. The tiny teenager didn't want to reveal how closely she had watched the giant woman with her lustful gaze. She put on a brave face and smiled weakly. Perhaps she could charm her way out of this dangerous giantess' grasp.

 "Thank you, Miss Betsy," Aster replied in a sweetly innocent tone. "Now, if you could be so kind as to set me down. I can tell you are a reasonable bean."

 Betsy smirked at the miniature girl's cute display of innocence, but she was mature and wise enough to tell when someone was putting on a show, even if that someone was so very tiny and adorable.

 "A 'reasonable bean,' huh?" Betsy repeated with slight amusement. "That's a funny name. Why am I a bean?"

 Aster frowned a little. How could this giant human not know the term "bean?" She was one after all.

 "You know? A human BEAN?" Aster replied smartly, annoyed that she had to explain something so simple. "I am a Borrower because I am tiny, and I borrow things. And you are a bean because... well... because you are big and scary... and you try to catch Borrowers and stop them from borrowing."

 Betsy's amused smirk widened further, entertained by the miniature girl's slightly skewed terminology.

 "I think you mean 'being,'" Betsy corrected with a knowing smile. "Like a 'human being.'"

 Aster huffed and rolled her eyes. She knew this giant woman was likely messing with her, attempting to trick her into questioning simple truths just to tease her. Human beans were tricky like that, as the young Borrower had learned from the many stories she was told. She decided that she wouldn't play this giantess' silly game. Instead, she simply crossed her arms defensively and glared up with a disapproving pout.

 Betsy couldn't hide her mirth at such a cute and fussy display, not when her comparatively giant countenance was this close and put on display for the miniature gal in hand. And despite her initial attempt to keep her teasing smirk under wraps for the sake of the little creature's pride, her plush lips soon gave way to whispered giggling.

 "I'm sorry!" Betsy apologized through fits of laughter. "I don't mean to laugh. I just can't get over how small and adorable you are! How did a little cutie like yourself end up in my pocket anyway?"

 Aster blushed with embarrassment and huffed; her little, bare foot stomped on the giantess' palm defiantly.

 "Because I got stuck in there while searching for my dress, which you stole!" She shot back hastily.

 Once again, the irony of accusing someone of stealing while she was a self-proclaimed Borrower, who took what she needed, was lost on her.

 "Oh? Too bad you chose the wrong pocket, huh?" Betsy teased.

 Aster huffed and stuck up her rounded nose at the rude giant woman, much to Betsy's amusement. Betsy extended her finger and delicately ran it along the patchy fabric of the girl's little dress. Aster gasped and trembled at the giantess' touch like a timid animal.

 "This little thing?" Betsy questioned, referencing the scraggly little dress. "I found it on my bed next to my plushie. You wouldn't happen to know how it got there, would you?"

 Aster's blue eyes widened, and her face grew pale. Her mind immediately thought back to that confusing moment of overwhelming sexual desire, when she had climbed onto Betsy's bed and was clouded by the giant woman's pheromones. The instance in question was one she had hoped to take to her grave. She was sure she would die of embarrassment if anyone were to find out about it, especially Betsy herself. Aster looked up and made quaky eye contact. The giantess' giddy, green eyes seemed to pierce through her soul, searching for an answer.