Underboob Something

Elle had gotten impossibly small. Going from a hulking fifteen feet down to an uncharted measurement that Lilith wasn't really interested in taking. Elle could probably shrink endlessly. She could dwindle to the point where she could fit through the fibers of Lilith's clothes. Walk across a single hair as if it were a freeway. Be scattered to the wind by an idle sigh on Lilith's end. And those thoughts tickled her to no end. But, alas, she found herself more tired than anything. And while she'd love to indulge herself twice over in Elle's new-found smallness, she'd prefer retiring to the nearest soft surface, maybe wake up in time for dinner. But if she overslept there was a place that delivered after dark so, eh. Maybe she'd just wait until Elle grew herself back from speckdom. 

Of course she'd still keep herself occupied with her minuscule playmate in the meantime.





Okay so basically, I just needed to produce content to keep a flow. Y'know. Keep myself busy. Produce. Move. Keep active. So here's an attempt at an underboob angle.

Yeah, don't think too hard about it. I certainly didn't.