Borrowed Peeks: Chapter 6

 Aster searches for her lost dress.

 Aster stared up at Betsy's pair of blue denim overalls, which lay draped over the towering recliner. There was an angry pout on the small Borrower's softly rounded face. She had lost her dress & that big human bean had snatched it away. Never mind how she had lost her clothing in the first place. The girl faintly blushed with embarrassment at the remembered incident. She glanced over at Betsy's slumbering body, resting on her queen-sized bed shrouded in midnight darkness.

 Aster shivered a little & cupped her hands over her budding breasts. The miniature girl crossed her thin thighs in an awkward attempt to cover her nakedness. She blushed & huffed with pouty annoyance. She needed to get her dress back.

 Aster thought she had seen the giant farmgirl tuck it into the front pocket of her overalls. The tiny girl grumbled to herself & reached for the leg of the blue overalls, which was like a theater curtain to her miniature self. She clung to the dusty fabric & began to climb, ignoring the feeling of cool air breezing over her nude form. Her plump little butt stuck out a little as she ascended. She cringed a little at her vulnerable state & she felt a pang of hopelessness, but then she shook her head & glared up at the tall climb, her blue eyes sparkling with determination. She was a Borrower, damn it! She was tough. She was resourceful. And most importantly, she was an excellent climber. Her hands clenched the oversized overalls, and she squeezed the rough fabric between her legs & pale thighs as she scaled upward.

 The little climber faintly blushed as she reached the crotch of the hanging garment. There was that familiar smell again, the earthy & slightly sweet scent of Betsy's body odor. It seemed like everything that giant woman touched became covered in her pheromones. It was intimidating & strangely arousing to be clinging to a piece of fabric that the human bean wore over her giant intimate parts. The tiny girl bit her lip & ignored the dampness growing between her legs as she climbed past the crotch of the pants. She had a mission & needed to stay focused. Her miniature hands clasped the seam of the front pocket & she pulled herself up, throwing a leg over the ridge. She sat there, straddling the opening of the baggy pocket & catching her breath. She blushed & rocked her hips as the rough seam pressed against her womanhood & wedgied between her plump butt cheeks. The long climb had increased her blood flow & amplified the effects of Betsy's pheromones. Aster curled her back & slowly humped atop the pocket. Then, the tiny teenager shook her head & let out an annoyed & sexually frustrated groan.

 Aster cursed herself for getting distracted again. She still needed to find her dress. She peeked inside the oversized pocket before slowly lowering herself inside. Her little body tumbled a little as she settled at the bottom of the soft interior. Her limbs flailed about & pushed against the slightly warm fabric. She crawled & searched around through the pocket, but there was no sign of her lost dress. The little Borrower huffed in disappointment. What was she going to do now?

 She peeked her head out into the open, her short black hair even more frizzy after tumbling around in the oversized pocket. She scanned the room shrouded in midnight darkness. The little girl didn't want to leave the pocket. For some reason, the warm & soft interior made her feel safe. Plus, it covered her shameful nudity. Aster decided there was no harm in staying in the pocket for a little while longer. She lowered herself back inside, and her little body nestled amongst Betsy's pocket lint. Her heavy eyelids slowly shut, and she drifted off to sleep.

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 Aster squeaked with surprise as her protective hammock was suddenly lifted & thrown about. The miniature girl regained her bearings & noticed the faint morning sunlight dancing through the fabric. She cursed herself as she realized that she must've accidentally overslept. And now, her little bed & place of hiding was being carried & thrown about by that human bean.

 Outside the pocket, Betsy walked about the cabin in only her bra & cotton white panties, readying herself for another day of hard labor. She smiled at her freckled face in the mirror. The work was all worth it for her farm. She grabbed her favorite pair of blue denim overalls, unaware of the little Borrower cowering & tumbling around inside.

 Aster squeaked as she felt her pocket hammock lower to the ground & slacken. She held deathly still, partially from fear paralysis & partially from the hope that the giant farm girl wouldn't notice her tiny form tucked inside. The pocket prison rose into the air. Through the fabric, Aster felt the large woman's lumbering legs slip into the overalls. The denim fabric strained against the giantess' bulky body. The pocket stretched against the woman's lower torso, forcing Aster to go spread eagle in the confined space, pressed against Betsy's fit & slightly plump lower belly.

 Aster groaned a muffled moan. The little Borrower was in a dire situation. She had never been this close to a human bean. The girl's little body was pressed & flattened inside the pocket & could hardly move a muscle. All she could do was ride out the wait & hope the giant human bean wouldn't notice her.

 Aster could hear the sound of farm animals outside the pocket & feel the giantess' body move as she completed her daily chores. Despite the stressful situation, being stretched so snugly against the colossal woman's doughy body was strangely relaxing for the tiny girl. She almost felt safe in the pocket as her vulnerable & naked body relaxed in the warm embrace of the giantess' squishy belly. And something about being forcibly pressed against a giant woman who was completely unaware of her presence was strangely exciting.

 Aster could feel Betsy's squishy body rise & fall as she breathed, and she could hear her deep thumping heartbeat. As the farm girl worked, her body grew warmer & perspired. There was the strong smell of the country girl's body odor, salty & dank, with the faint scent of apples. Betsy's saturated pheromones flooded Aster's senses. The miniature girl's hips instinctually gyrated & her womanhood rubbed wetly against the softly textured fabric interior of the pocket. She wished her body could rub its way through the fabric barrier & feel Betsy's cushiony belly on her naked self. Aster's feelings of fear & desire toward the unaware human bean mixed around in her trembling body as it humped in the tightly stretched pocket.

 Betsy wiped the sweat from her brow. Working on the farm was hard work, but it was gratifying. The farm gal didn't even notice the little wet spot forming on her front pocket. But she did feel the slight movement against her lower torso, like something warm & squishy was wriggling around in her pocket. She reached inside to fish out the strange moving object.

 Aster was stunned out of her state of sexual bliss as the bright sunlight shined into her hiding place. She squeaked with surprise as a pair of log-like callous fingers wrapped around her sensitive & naked body. The dexterous digits pulled her from the pocket & into the blinding light. The little girl flailed about against the thick fingers, attempting to catch her bearings. But when she finally caught them, she faced a horrifying sight. Betsy, the gigantic cowgirl, was staring directly at her, her big green eyes sparkling with shock & confusion.

 "Well, I'll be damned," Betsy exclaimed, her southern twang sounding deep & rumbling in the little Borrower's ears.

 Aster had broken the one rule. A human bean had discovered her.