Borrowed Peeks: Chapter 7

 Aster, the little Borrower, finds her worst nightmare has come true. She's caught by a human bean.

 Aster froze. The expression on her little face was one of horror & desperation. She couldn't believe what was happening to her. She had become reckless around Betsy, lulled by her oddly alluring presence. The young Borrower had let her guard down & now she was caught in the human bean's giant grasp. Aster's naked body sat trembling with terror on a roughly calloused palm. The giantess' massive freckled face stared down at her exposed form, her green eyes sparkling with curious astonishment. Aster had never felt so vulnerable in all her life. Her stunned state of fear finally abated & her flight instinct kicked in. She launched herself toward the edge of the giant woman's palm, not caring that the fall to the grassy ground below would likely be her end. The scared little girl only cared about escaping the intimidating farmer woman.

 Aster's parents had warned her often, entailing what happened when a Borrower was spotted by a human bean. The brutish giants did terrible & unspeakable things, crushing Borrowers like pests or, in some especially horrid cases, treating them like toys for their sick amusement.

 Luckily for the spooked girl, Betsy's rough fingers cupped around her before she could squirm out of her giant grasp & plummet to her death. The feeling of the cowgirl's hands, callous from hard work, wrapping around her naked little body & squeezing against her bare skin filled Aster with trepidation & shameful arousal.

 "Woah, there! Hold your horses, little thing," Betsy's southern twang sounded light-hearted with a tinge of amused wonderment, but her voice was booming & vibrating for little Aster, "What kind of creature are you?"

 The tiny girl meekly struggled in Betsy's firm grip. She looked up into the intimidating giantess' face with a desperate & pleading expression, her messy black hair partially obscuring her trembling features. Betsy brought the frightened mini girl closer to her curious face, opening her hand & laying Aster's little body on her cupped palm. Betsy's cheeks, which were already somewhat red from working in the warm sun, blushed further when she noticed the tiny creature was naked. The miniature girl's soft curves & delicate features looked so fragile in her large, farm-worked hand, like a porcelain doll. Betsy gasped with surprise & breathed slowly, her warm exhales wafting over Aster's goosebump-lined skin. Her petite breasts & microscopic pink nipples hardened at the giantess' warm touch, aroused only further by the country girl's face pulled up so closely with her astonished expression solely focused on her little body, her long blonde hair draped around her like a canopy.

 Aster whimpered & curled up, shivering from fright & embarrassed arousal. She ducked & held her arms over her head defensively, preparing for the giant human bean to crush her out of existence.

 "Just get it over with," The tiny girl whined.

 Her voice sounded faint to Betsy, who was somewhat startled by the little sound squeaking from the tiny creature. She turned her head & held her ear closer to her hand, attempting to decipher the miniature girl's high-pitched voice.

 "Get what over with, little one?" Betsy questioned with a hint of concern.

 "J-just crush me already," Aster pleaded, her body violently quivering & her blue eyes filling with tears. "Do it quickly. I don't want to suffer."

 Betsy pouted at the mini girl's fearful pleas & cute little begging face.

 "Why would I crush you?" She questioned in a soft tone.

 "Because you are a human bean," Aster explained tearily. "It's what you do to people like me."

 "Oh, darling," Betsy cooed caringly. "I wouldn't crush someone as adorable as you."

 Aster faintly blushed & wiped her teary eyes.

 "You promise," She questioned uneasily.

 "I promise," Betsy confirmed with a soft smile.

 Aster calmed down a little & dried her tears, but she still felt awkward with her little body trembling nakedly in the giantess' rough hand with her looming face staring down at her curiously.

 "What on God's green earth are you?" Betsy questioned with wide-eyed wonder, "Are you a pixie?"

 Aster pouted at the giant woman's remark. She had heard stories about "pixies." They were gay little creatures who frolicked through the forest & floated around on fancy wings. She wasn't something so ridiculous & whimsical. She was a Borrower, damn it! She was brave. She was resourceful. And most importantly, she was an excellent climber. She stuck up her rounded nose at the rude giant woman.

 "Of course, I'm not a pixie or fairy or any other ridiculous creature," Aster responded smartly. "I'm a Borrower!"

 Betsy smirked, amused at the little girl's fussy attitude. But her green eyes were still wide with curiosity.

 "A Borrower?" She repeated questioningly.

 Aster bit her lip. She wasn't sure how much information she wanted to share with this human bean of questionable intent.

 "Y-yeah..." Aster replied unsurely. "Borrowers are tiny people who hide inside walls & borrow what they need from human beans."

 Betsy's curious eyes widened with delight.

 "More little people?!" She asked excitedly, but then her expression turned suspicious. "Wait. Are you the one who has been moving things around my cabin?"

 Aster cringed & looked down guiltily.

 "Maybe," She muttered timidly.

 She felt the meaty palm under her bare rear & feet slightly twitch, and she immediately assumed the angry giantess would squeeze her vulnerable body to nothing between her thick fingers right then & there. She yelped & looked up at Betsy with a startled & pleading expression.

 "Eep! Please don't hurt me!" Aster squeaked. "I only took what I needed: a few pins & some scraps of food. I swear!"

 Betsy's stern expression slightly softened & she tapped her chin thoughtfully. A slight grin tugged at the corner of her lips. Having such a cute little girl in her grasp, naked & at her complete mercy, was thrilling, almost arousing in a bizarre way. She had absolute power over this little life in her hands. And the electrifying buzz she gleaned was like nothing she had ever experienced. She brought her palm closer & admired the tiny creature's adorable body with a cheeky expression.

 "I guess I can forgive you," Betsy hummed. "But I want you to give me something in return."

 Aster looked up at her with an uneasy expression.

 "W-what?" She questioned hesitantly.

 "I want you," Betsy purred. "I want to keep you."

 Aster stared up at her, her blue eyes wide with shock & confusion.

 "W-what?" Her voice cracked nervously. "Why would you want someone like me to stay with you? I thought human beans only saw us as pests?"

 Betsy smirked & brought the mini girl even closer to her freckled face. Her warm breath tickled across Aster's bare chest as the giant woman parted her lips to speak.

 "Well, my little darling, sometimes the farm gets lonely. And even an old gal like me needs companionship," Betsy explained in a sultry tone. "A little toy like you might be exactly what I need."

 Aster's eyes widened even further with alarm. A Borrower becoming a toy was arguably worse than a swift & crushing end. If she were squished, then at least she wouldn't have to live through the humiliation & whatever sick torment this giant country girl could think up. She meekly struggled & pushed against the giantess' log-like fingers.

 "N-no," She protested weakly. "I don't want to be your toy! I'm a person!"

 Betsy's smirk widened at the delicate creature's little squirming body. She gently ran a finger down the Borrower's petite form, and the small girl's peeps of protest morphed into muffled moans of apprehensive pleasure. Aster felt like she would explode right then & there from fear & backward arousal.

 "It doesn't really matter if you want it or not. You are the size of my thumb & there's nothing you can do about it," Betsy hushed firmly. "Besides, it looks to me like you're enjoying this."

 Betsy's rough & warm finger continued to caress & rub every inch of the miniature girl's pale curves as Aster writhed & made cute little whimpering sounds. All the while, the gal's massive freckled face loomed close with giddy excitement & astonished admiration.

 "Yes, I think I'm going to keep you," She confirmed authoritatively. "And the best part is, I can keep you close in my pocket!"

 Betsy daintily plucked up Aster, who gasped & squealed as she squirmed, and she tucked the tiny girl into her front pocket. The sun-kissed country girl smiled down into the pocket affectionately.

 "Now, be good in there while I finish things up here," She cooed.

 Betsy continued with her chores, smiling at the feeling of the little warm body squirming in her pocket.