Borrowed Peeks: Chapter 4

 Aster makes herself at home in Betsy's farmhouse. The young Borrower inadvertently witnesses Betsy undressing.

 Aster sat curled up on the hardwood floor. It hadn't taken the young Borrower long to find a little nook to hide in, under Betsy's large bed & against the wall. It was a small space where two of the logs that made up the cabin walls met. It certainly wasn’t much, but for a small Borrower, it was a worthy home.

 Aster hugged two strips of crispy hickory bacon against her chest, ignoring the slight grease seepage on her arms & breasts. It was the mouth-watering treasure she had borrowed from that human bean.

 Over the past few weeks, the teenage girl had been adventuring through the wilderness & now she was ravenous with hunger. She greedily munched on the first piece of bacon. It tasted way too delicious; it had to be a crime. Her miniature mouth opened impressively wide to fit as much crunchy goodness as possible into her puffy cheeks. The strip of bacon was as long as she was tall, but she scarfed it down with startling speed. Her hungry blue eyes locked onto the second piece of bacon. She pushed it into her lips & slowly chewed. Her eyes rolled back into her head & she mumbled in pleasure at the delectable taste.

 Aster lay in the hollow under Betsy's bed & nibbled the crispy hickory bacon like a cheeky mouse. The mini girl loosened her raggy dress to make extra room for her bulging belly. She sighed with satisfaction & rubbed the roundness of her tummy as it peeked out the bottom of the torn hem of her dress. She hiccupped & released a booming belch. The deep sound echoed in her ears, but for the average-sized person, it was nothing more than a squeak.

 The floorboards under Aster shook, awakening her from her favor-induced bliss. She drunkenly stumbled onto her feet & peeked out into the room beyond her nook.

 Betsy, a lumbering giantess, entered the cabin. Aster watched Betsy's bare feet walk across the hardwood floor. Her giant soles were callous & wore a thin layer of dirt. The round nubs of her toes planted & sprang with each ground-shaking step.

 Betsy sighed & set her bolt-action rifle onto the mantelpiece.

 "Those damn coyotes," she grumbled to herself. "Always messing with my chickens."

 Aster crept forward & ducked behind the bedpost closest to the colossal cowgirl. The tiny teen stared up at the monolithic & feminine form of Betsy's looming body. She had such a wide gait, even for a human bean. Her round hips & ample ass stretched against the dark blue fabric of her overalls. And the plumpness of her long cleavage peeked through her black flannel shirt.

 Aster blushed & held her pale thighs together. She felt a warm feeling bubbling up inside her gut. The teenage girl didn't understand this emotion. It was like a million butterflies were fluttering around inside her chest. She had never felt anything like it. Why did she have this intense infatuation? And for a human bean of all things?

 Betsy untied her braided pigtails & let her blonde hair hang freely. She ran her fingers through her lengthy hair, combing it into a looser & more comfortable position. Her frizzy locks curled around her faintly freckled face & down to her shoulders.

 Betsy was exhausted after a long day of chores & farmly duties. She scratched her scalp & exhaled deeply. She was unaware of her tiny admirer watching her from the shadows. The country girl loosened the straps of her overalls & leisurely removed them. She shimmied her hips & worked the garment down over her plump haunches. The pair of dusty overalls fell to her feet & she kicked them to the side.

 Aster leaned further out from under the bed, peeking at Betsy's bare legs. She peered up the soft curve of her calves to the bulk of her thick thighs. Aster's cheeks tinted a shade darker as she spied the giant woman's undergarments. They were nothing more than a modest pair of white panties, a practical choice of underwear. But the cotton fabric fitted perfectly around her well-rounded ass cheeks & shaped against the front of her womanly body. The sight caused Aster to feel a tingling sensation in her loins. The lustful feeling was entirely alien to the young Borrower.

 Betsy stretched her legs. She set about unbuttoning her flannel shirt one button at a time. Aster watched with anticipation as more & more of the giantess' skin was revealed. Betsy finally removed the shirt entirely, displaying her white brassiere & freckled cleavage.

 Aster still didn't understand why human beans wore clothes underneath their clothes. Perhaps it was to highlight & draw attention to their beautiful & mountainous physique. Either way, she wasn't complaining. The young woman was becoming jealous that she didn't have a set of miniature underclothes for her very own.

 Betsy reached behind & undid her bra straps. She held the loosened cups to her breasts for a moment. Then, she delicately lowered the brassiere & dropped it to the floor. It landed inches from the miniature girl hidden below, who stifled a startled squeak.

 Aster stared at the giant piece of clothing for a moment. It lay across the floor like a fallen parachute. She hesitantly peeped back up at the looming giantess. She gaped at the giant woman's bare chest. Even if Betsy had shrunken down to Borrower-size, those monstrous melons would still put Aster's breasts to shame. Thin tan lines ran across the giant woman's shoulders. Freckles & faint sunspots dotted her suntanned skin. However, her nipples were still a delicate shade of pink. They were probably of average width & length for a human bean, but Aster was sure that a single one of those nipples could cover her whole torso. It was amazing that such a bulking & rough-looking giantess could still appear so delicately curved & distinctly feminine.

 Betsy's ginormous half-naked body loomed closer, drawing a shadow over the awe-inspired Borrower. The giant woman lumbered onto her bed & out of sight. The bedframe above Aster creaked.

 Aster stood there for a moment. She was frozen in dumbfounded amazement at the colossal & winsome sight she had just witnessed. But eventually, her wondering consciousness returned to the present. Her head turned & faced the massive brassiere, which still lay across the floor.

 The tiny girl timidly approached the folded cloth. She stared into the round concave of the bra cup. It was like the opening of a cavern. Her hands reached out & touched the fabric. It was cushiony against her fingers. The smooth texture felt so inviting. She did a little hop & pulled herself inside. The silky material was so soft against her worn body. It felt like she was lying on a massive queen-sized mattress. And the fleecy fabric was still warm from Betsy's giant bust. Aster blushed at the thought of where this garment had just been worn a few moments ago. She rested her face against the pillowy fabric & breathed in. It had an earthy smell with the salty scent of body odor. The smell wasn't bad. It was almost sweet. But perhaps that was just the scent of crispy hickory bacon lingering in the air. Either way, the warm fabric, scented with country girl aroma, filled her nose & sent tingles through her brain.

 Aster was so lost in the heavenly cloud that was Betsy's brassiere that she didn't even notice the sound of deep snoring far above, not at first anyway. And when her brain finally registered the rumbling sound, it did not bother her. The low-pitched sound only calmed her further. And the miniature gal soon fell asleep nestled inside the cozy brassiere.