"Good, then you can crawl on my sleeve". Goddess Barbara shrinks you and pinches your ant-sized body between two fingers, up off of the bench. She puts you on her sleeve, near her elbow, where the deep, rich folds of black leather are everywhere. She rests her arm on her lap and smiles down as you navigate the giant folds. Whenever she moves her arm, even just a little, the folds move and the landscape changes.

After a few minutes of exploring the folds, you see the Goddess' hand coming down. She pokes you gently with one of her fingers, sliding you along the black leather, into deeper folds around her elbow. "This is a nice jacket, isn't it?" She giggles like a little girl and uses her fingertip to press your helpless body firmly into the leather, crushing you between two folds, making your guts spread out and seep into the grain.

She smirks and wipes her wet finger off on her jeans.

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