I do find it a touch amusing that a site called DeviantArt is actively removing anything they consider deviant art.

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I like a little Spice to my fancy coffees. What do you add into your coffee?

I know, not a great collage, but I hope you enjoy it.

Here, I have these ones from the same artist.

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@Olo It reminds me of these Reno classics:
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Always a curious idea.
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Please visit his deviant art at:
[https://www.deviantart.com/steveoreno](link url)
He has a bunch more under scraps.

I too prefer Mouth play more then vore. There is something almost primal at forcing the little pretty between your lips. Their panicked reaction at what they think is coming. Then suckling and licking them into a orgasmic delirious state despite their original disinterest at such position or treatment.

Honestly, vore for vore shake doesn’t appeal. Reading some giant grabbed a bus of nurses or something just to munch them like a package of Oreos just isn’t my thing.

But there is a power dynamic of turning a living tiny person into food with what for the giant is the simplest of actions. One rending crushing motion. A wiggling form struggling and failing to resist just the titan’s swallowing strength.

Or as a show of power. Want only a few of the small group of tiny ladies you’ve captured. Watching one or two devoured would be a dramatic display of what can happen if the giant is disobeyed.

I, as most of my works show, would be a more of a want to be a collecting giant. Effort was used to get the targets grabbed by most of my towering male characters. To do all that just to swallow the results, just isn’t my jam. Some, maybe depending on the story. One or two to satiate the giant’s curiosity, sure. But mostly I’m a, “Look at all my pretties.” type of fantasy interest.

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Hope no one minds, I had this idea worm its way into my brain and I had to get it out. Hope you enjoy.

I couldn’t find a way to add as a tag: Mild Drug Use References And Tiny As Drug.

Chapter 01: Discovery

“Arriving at the sixth planet inward of unsurveyed system 03785. Scanners show a mild debris field circling the planet within its single satellite’s orbit. Much of which is metals and other minerals. It’s unusual for such a small planet to have its own asteroid field.” Murre recorded as they approached the mostly blue planet.

Grilyn announced, “Electronic signals indicate life with a low level tech advancement. Putting up counter measures to keep whatever dominate life form from detecting us.”

Murre rolled his eyes. “Great, life forms. So much for getting a commission from this survey now.”

“There’s still a possibility. If they are listed below Alliance intelligence levels.” Grilyn suggested.

Murre pointed to the artificial satellites floating willy nilly about the planet. “They have accessed, if limitly, space.”

“Yeah but the readings I’m getting shows they are also pumping volumes of toxins and poisons beyond their planet’s ability to resolve. Heck, looks like they are still using combustion and fossil fuels. How smart could they be?” Grilyn pointed out.

“Yeah, but I still have to log it.” Murre said, sighing.

“Wait, let’s take a look first. Some plant and animal samples to get a reading on the planet first as Spire Corporation hinted at in such situations.” Grilyn aimed to tempt his friend and work partner.

“It was hinted at due to it being against Alliance law to do that.” Murre explained to his slightly shifty friends.

“Found a population center. Making scan of what appears to be the intelligent life.” Grilyn said ignoring his friend’s worry. “Oh wow, they look like us but so adorably tiny.”

“Really, like how tiny?” Murre questioned.

“Like, five to seven ticks.” Grilyn answered. “Look, these ones look like Phins.”

“Phins have appealing females.” Murre shifted his seat to see the images on Grilyn’s screen. “Wow, they look just like them.”

“Poor things only have a digestive stomach. Oh Krone! No way.” Grilyn gasped.

“What?” Murre asked, trying to figure out what reading excited his friend.

“The Keratin in their skin is almost the same chemical mixture as fordehyde crystals.” Grilyn said with a strange smile.

“Fordehyde crystals? So does that mean what I think that means?” Murre asked.

“Yeah, exposing them to more sensitive areas of our skin or holding them in our Appendix stomach would have the same effect as fordehyde.” Grilyn happily explained.

“So would they be safe to interact with or should we note them as a biohazard?” Murre inquired.

“No, they’d be fine to handle. You’d have to have one in you or stroked along your genitals or eyeballs to get a reaction. Best part, since its a natural source there would be less side effects from coming off the high they’ll create.” Grilyn said in a leading way.

“Grilyn they are an intelligent race.” Murre reminded his friend.

“Not a listed intelligent race. Spire would pay top dollar for a natural For-keratin resource like that. Better, a customer could keep one or two as a pet and the Spire could sell accessories for them like cages and little outfits. They would be worth more than any of the other resources in this back water system. Our largest commishion ever better.” Grilyn tempted.

“But they are intelligent. If the authorities found out we didn’t report them.” Murre worried.

“Just classify them as semi-intelligent. Then, if the authorities have an issue with the collection and sale of them, it’ll be Spire that deals with it. Not us tired lonely survey jockeys making a labeling error.” Grilyn suggested.

“I would like a Fordehyde high with less eye pain the next day.” Murre could see the benefits from a slight miss labeling.

“Yes, I mean we should test a couple first.” Grilyn hinted.

“We do need to get some animal samples. And since they are only semi-intelligent.” Murre was quickly warming to the idea.

“I have found a sampling of Phin-like females away from any major population center. Fit and skin warmed by their own physical activity.” Grilyn noted typing the four targets location into the drone’s computer.

“None on the planet will see?” Murre was still a touch worried.

“No, well, maybe a slight few. But it’s not like they would be telling on us to the cops.” Grilyn snickered, launching the drone to catch their pretty samples off a mountain trail.

“Let me know when they arrive so I can hide us on the back of the planet’s moon. Hate to get spotted out in the open while enjoying the high.” Murre advised.

“Yeah, Alliance would get an automatic report about what’s here if we crashed on that planet.” Grilyn said with a laugh.

The drone brought back its collected treasure and Murre landed softly on the dark side of that small moon. With a touch of fanfare Grilyn said, “And our samples.”

Murre looked at the four lovely little creatures. Something about how scared they were of him helped block out he was about to break intergalactic law. Slender with different lengths of black hair like stereotypical Phinian females, only just a few ticks high. Grilyn said they were on a mountain trail. But from the heeled shoes and short skirts on a few of them it was likely a well groomed trail. This made Murre question how far they really were from a population center. But a strange arousal pushed that away for later.

“So, how should we do this? Flip a coin to see who picks first?” Grilyn asked in almost a whisper.

“Yeah, that seems fair.” Murre sighed back. One of the samples was chittering at him in scared tones and that in itself was giving him a high he didn’t know he wanted.

“Ship, flip a coin please.” Grilyn requested the onboard computer.

“Result is heads.” it replied.

“Great. But which of us is heads.” Murre noted fighting the urge to drool.

“Right, well, how about we flip again and I’ll be tails.” Grilyn panted.

Murre knew why his friend wanted the unannounced result. In a different situation he might have argued why he should have that option. But that would waste time and he wanted to wrap one of those scared helpless beauties around his penis. So he could test Grilyn’s theory. That’s what he told himself as his male-hood was becoming painfully stiff. “Computer flip a coin.” he said, not realizing how dry his mouth was.

“Result is Heads” It replied.

“Yes.” he cheered. Then he made his selection. The tallest of the group. Long appealing legs seem to make up the bulk of her limited height. Advertised out of her little white skirt with black socks that stopped just past her knees. She made such an appealing terrified sound as he grabbed her from the sample trey.

Grilyn immediately grabbed the one that had been pleading at them in that strange language. He was likely drawn to the fact the pretty thing had a larger bust stretching its tight white shirt then one would expect on a Phin like race.

Murre grabbed the other long legged one. He really liked shapely legs. Pretty like his first grab in a flowered light blue dress. At this point he didn’t even care about the Fordehyde effects he could get from them. Just holding one in each fist was a high on its own. They must have seen him like some sort of god.

Grilyn grabbed the last cutie in flat shoes and a white light shirt short pants combo. Murre was about to ask how they were going to get them out of their clothes when Grilyn just started cutting them off his second pick.

Murre grabbed scissors and slipped it up the blue dress of his second pick. The shiny metal blade scared it still. Undergarments took a more careful hand. He was wondering how to get the blade under the jewelry when it gave up hands in surrender and just removed them for him.

He looked over at Grilyn. He had fully stripped his second pick and was dangling it over his wide open mouth. It made such appealing terrified scream sounds. Its lovely legs kicked in the air wildly as its little hands tried desperately to find a grip to hold onto Grilyn’s fingers. Then he released it and the Phinian like beauty disappeared into his open mouth.

Grilyn hummed as if his new oral friend was delicious as his jaw worked up saliva around it to lube its trip to his Appendix stomach. Murre could see his friend was washing the tiny beauty about with his tongue. Playfully pressing its helpless little form against the inside of his cheek. The other three samples made the best scared chittering sounds as Grilyn played with his coming high. Then he tilted his head up and swallowed. A familiar gluck sound came from him soon after. His esophagus transferring the beauty to that secondary stomach like Grilyn had done thousands of times with Fordehyde crystals.

“Wait, can they survive in our Appendix stomach?” Murre suddenly worried.

“Oh yeah, plenty of air in there for such small critters.” Grilyn answered. “Just be careful tomorrow morning not to flush yours into the bio waste processor.” He added.

Then his eyes rolled back. His hit was taking effect. “Oh yeah that’s better than crystals.” Grilyn roared, leaning back in his chair.

Murre had to try that. He never saw Grilyn get so happily high so quickly. He forced the begging beauty in his mouth waist deep. Then the texture of its skin played on his tongue and he hummed in delight. So smooth and wonderful. His tongue explored greedily and found the small beauties female-hood. It made appealing frightened noses as his tongue overpowered its legs and stroked that little patch of hair and sensitive skin. Then it slipped into unhappy oh sounds that had their own appeal. It was getting aroused. He could taste it.

His own eyes rolled back. His tongue sought more of the creature’s natural lubricant. His body tingled like never before. Grilyn was fascinated. Watching the pretty new pet moan and gasp as Murre suckled on it for its pleasure juices. Oh it waved about in his lips. Arching its back appealingly. Her slender little hips began bucking in a way that helped with Murre’s oral harvest. Then his body rushed as the lapped pretty treat climaxed in his mouth.

That was better than a crystal high. It was like he climaxed too. He didn’t have to check to make sure he hadn’t as his maleness was painfully hard. What a delight these creatures were. No matter what Intergalactic law was he was not giving up his new pets if he could get highs like this from them.

He sucked the slender body into his mouth. Oh, how sweet the whole body tasted after its forced climax. Murre was immediately hoping he could train them to be accepting. A partnered created climax would likely taste even sweeter. Soaking it completely in his spit he swallowed the squirming mass. Popping open the path to his Appendix stomach. Oh it was such an ego rush feeling it wiggling helplessly as it thought it had been eaten alive.

Then it was where he needed her to be. He could feel her moving inside his safety stomach. The lining of that moist air filled stomach greedily sucking the chemical reaction being caused from her skin contacting his thin skin. Sharing that with his brain and making the Universe seem suddenly perfect.

Grilyn grabbed his busty pet and started cutting its clothes off. “Better get her naked before I’m too high to see straight.” He announced.

“Yeah, I’m already getting haziness at the edges of my vision.” Murre agreed, snipping his scared first pick’s clothes off.

“Computer, play my retrospective list.” Grilyn requested. Synthetic produced music began playing.

Grilyn wrapped his busty pet to his phallic and gasped, “Ahh oh, hmmm.” Murre looked. The little creature must have thought if she didn’t delight him then Grilyn was going to eat her too. It grind and rubbed its shapely little lovely body at Grilyn’s penis. The man closed his eyes, hand held her at his tip. The pet worked herself at the top of a male-hood several times larger than her entire body.

Murre pouted some as his new pet was clearly frozen with fear. He wrapped its wonderfully long legs around his shaft and pressed its perky little mounds into his sensitive skin. Slowly he dragged its little helpless body up and down his length. Oh he was getting so high from the two sources. That mixed with the sexual dominance he had over his sex puppet just made even being away from civilization for weeks at a time just marvelous.

There the friends sat for a long time. Absorbing the reaction inside them while their phallic were stimulated and absorbed a reaction externally. Murre thought how pretty the colors of the music was as he stroked his beauty slowly along his erection.

The notice advising it was late made them look and snicker at each other. Grilyn smacked his mouth and accepted, “I guess we should get to bed for a while.” Then pressed the tired busty beauty. Quickly he stroked his shaft with her stimulating form. As he reached climax he pressed it over his tip. As his friend made an amusing expression and grunted ah sounds Murre found himself watching the small creature’s limbs flailing about in hopeless attempts to escape the semen flood. It was a delightful sight.

As Grilyn staggered towards his bunk Murre sped up his own stroking. He had to feel his new pet squirming at his own tip as his seed was bursting all over it. Its legs felt amazing along the sides of his shaft as he body mated the pretty little thing. Up he placed it, he especially wanted to see what his semen would look like all over its pretty face.

Murre wasn’t disappointed. The delightful thing wiggled for all its worth. Those smooth legs made to wrap around his girth stroked and rubbed in enthralling ways. His shaft twitched hard as his semen burst in thick globs over that little Phinian like face. She clearly didn’t like the look and effect of him claiming her sexually like that, but he did.

He now staggered to his room. He placed his pet in the sink and washed up. Hoping the overflow would be enough to rinse her for the night. Plopping her into a high walled sample tray with a dry cleaning cloth to dry off with and use for its bed. He now finished cleaning up his groin from that fun. He flopped on his small bed realizing how inebriated he was from those little beauties. How better surveying will be with a few of them on board.

He rolled over trying to remember for the next morning to classify the population of that world as only semi-intelligent while privately contacting their Spire rep to tell them what they really found. He smiled, they’ll want samples too. They could get them samples too. He closed his eyes. That helped stop the walls from breathing. The hum of the ship and the relaxed state of his body was perfect for going straight to sleep.

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I’m going to confess I enjoy the overwhelming power part of the fantasy. The “giant’s” control and dominance. Maybe that’s because I hardly every had any control over my own life. Someone always making major decisions on my behalf. Never really being listened to. As a “giant” a character is the one commanding controlling in charge. They can do anything they want because the “tiny” can’t resist their intense power.

But none of that is what I want in real life. I don’t want to dominate. I have no interest in abusing or tormenting a weaker being with fear. I think people should all be treated with respect. No matter their race, religion, sex, sexual preference, etc. Everyone should be equals.

Now, as for my stories being misogynistic. Yeah, many are. Again its the “giant” male power fantasy. Dominate and use at your leisure. And its all imaginary. You want to know how I write my “giant” people. I write them as villains. Even the main character “giants”. I can’t think of any story I have posted anywhere that the “giant/giants” are not that way. Don’t see it? Ask, I can tell you how or what villainous thing I’m keeping in the edge of my mind when I’m writing a particular story. I do this because despite liking the fantasy of being a cruel “giant” I don’t understand how people can do such things in real life.

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@the-big-g So good, I’m already on to a second cup,

Hope you enjoy, got this concept discussing the image Mrgoblinging7 had shared here at:
https://forum.daddysdollhouse.org/topic/1758/drunken-faeries
Now I throw this together quickly. But I hope it’s fun and enjoyable for all of you.
Not enough to tag I feel, but should note that the results Vore is more mentioned then described. Mild, kind of. Let me know if I should add it as a tag and I will.

Fairies in the Tavern

“Owlton, Owlton!” his name was being screamed from across his small field. Owlton looked over at the young man yelling. He had to wonder what was causing this level of panic in the lad. Owlton had taken up being this quiet town’s pest catcher for the last few years. He needed a duty, an activity to do in this self inspired retirement. Not that there was ever a grand treat in a town this deep into the kingdom.

Sure there was the odd giant rat or Stang bat. The odd family of Kobolds hiding in some farmer’s root cellar. Not that his sword had trouble dispatching the treating pests. Kobolds were easy enough to talk into moving on to the now prospering mine. His worst job he ever had was helping with that batch of Red Caps. Those little goblin kin were foolish to raid that mill.

As the boy breathless reached him, Owlton offered him a water skin to wet his scream dried throats. “Hello Konner, what is the hassle causing such a panic?”

The boy took a quick gulp then rambled out, “The tavern, eating all, can’t chase them out.”

The eating all had started to make Owlton worry then the chase them out stopped that. “Calm, calm. What is in the tavern?” he questioned.

The boy clearly not seeing this as acceptable as Owlton did as he pleaded, “Please, please go to the tavern, it’s overwhelmed with pixies!”

Pixies? Owlton wondered, or much less worrisome locally common fairies. “OK, sit and catch your breath and I’ll get the needed gear.”

“Hurry, please hurry!” the boy called out as Owlton wandered towards his home.

Inside he looked at his few saved weapons of note from his adventuring days. Nothing of grand note. A few slightly touched with magic or of higher quality then the local smith could craft. And all useless unless he planned on butchering the fluttering creatures. Even Pixies wouldn’t really call for his sword or hunting bow.

Past them he grabbed a tarnished old cage a lord or duke from a past kingdom had left in their now crumbled keep. It likely held song birds. A sack, a simple sack for holding the flying gossamer winged ladies till he could get them to the cage. In a box he grabbed a small spice bag. Inside was a highly refined sweet spice that would be like catnip to the magical near pests. He did grab a jeweled handled dagger and attach its scabbard to his belt just in case.

“OK Konner, let’s go to the tavern.” Owlton said as he came from his home.

The boy took this as they should be running and was half way back across the field before he looked back and saw Owlton was in no rush. Not that it stopped the young tavern worker from rushing back and grabbing Owlton’s arm and attempting to pull him there like a stubborn mule.

They made it near the small gathering of houses loosely called a town. In the center was the one Inn and tavern. The Sunshine Inn, but the residence just called it the Tavern for there was no other. There was the Mayor waving at the open door like he was attempting to rally an army out of the building. All the windows wide open, which might be due to the mild troubles inside or just the fact it was a gorgeous late spring day. Owlton could see people racing and ducking about through those windows. Small flying things darting and zigzagging about them as easy as stepping around horse leavings in the middle of a well used wagon trail.

He wasn’t even to the door when he was certain they were just fairies. Pest when not wanted. To the well trained eye they made delightful pets. None inside clearly had that trained of eyes. But what drew them into a building on this sun glowing day with the trees and fields full of flowers and early ripe berries?

Then his nose told him. Margan was baking treats. Not just any treats, bubbleberry treats. Might as well just smeared the building in the sweetest juices and begged the Fairies inside. Bubbleberries were to fairies what fine metalwork was to a dwarf.

He stepped in the door and had to hide his mouth and fight to restrain his laughter. Many of the poured afternoon mugs had little bathers in them. Several Fairies clearly just left mugs flew staggering through the air. One cheeky one found a warm bed between the lovely waitress’ well displayed breasts. While another was clearly drunkenly enamored with a young man, popping from his mug to lay a smooch. As he lowered the mug away his new lover hovered at his face holding his nose and making less moral kiss against his skin.

Tanla approached him in a huff. “Finally, now can you kill these pests? They’re causing a riot.” she overreacted.

“Nonsense, you lot are just over reacting.” Owlton said, certain his smirk wasn’t calming the owner’s wife down.

“Look at all the mugs of brew they are ruining bathing in them like gods-less tramps.” The woman growled at him.

He leaned close, “Save the contents of those left mugs in a glass bottle for two months in your root cellar. Then you can sell it as Fae Touched Brew. Trust me travelers in the know will pay a silver or more just for just a taste. Just don’t let them share any with any of the local young ladies or lads. It has, fun effects.”

“You don’t say?” The woman whispered back. Owlton could tell the woman was already determining how many bottles of that drink she could gain from this happening.

“Yes, also why didn’t Margan get bunches of Lilac flowers and put them around the bar before she started making bubble berry treats like I warned her to.” Owlton asked.

“That’s what those awful flowers were about for. I tossed them, I can’t stand their scent.” The woman looked annoyed with herself.

"Neither can fairies. ‘’ he informed her.

“Still, can you, you know. Get rid of them?” She asked.

“I want to keep all I catch.” He started.

“Catch, sure whatever.” The woman’s annoyance disrupted her usually shroud mind.

“I want a jar of Margan’s bubble berry jam,” he added.

“A jar, you know how hard it is to get enough of those berries to make jam with?” She barked. Owlton turned like he was leaving. “Fine, but only one jar.”

“Good, and lets say, ten gold.” He requested.

“Two, and a free meal.” He knew she would bargain.

“Eight, a free meal and three mugs of brew on my next visit.” he countered.

“Four, a meal, and a night’s drink.” she counter offered.

“Six.” He simply upped his price.

“Four and six silver.” She lowered the offer.

“Fine, if you and the staff get all the customers out and close all the outside doors and windows.” He requested.

“For how long?” she questioned.

“Not long. Likely with how drunk they look, about an hour. Most likely less.” He answered.

“An hour, well.” she whimpered.

“As long as they can see bright light they will be active. No sun, the booze will take effect and soon they’ll be dozing about the place and I’ll just scoop them off the tables and benches.” He explained.

“Won’t they find nooks to sleep in?” she requested.

“If they were in their right minds, yes. But the bubble berry treats smell mixed with the drink looks to have taken their sense away. Plus I have a fairy nip to draw them to a collection point. If you and your staff help the faster I’ll have them gone.” Owlton flatly said.

“Caroline, get these people out so Owlton can work his magics in peace.” The woman commanded the waitress.

The Waitress nodded past the fairies now bouncing gleefully off her bosom. “Yes Ma’am.” Was her distressed response as she nervously moved. Owlton had to remind himself folktales of what fairies could do to a young person was more potent than the actual effects these cute pests could muster.

He walked over towards the bar to have a place for his cage. Grabbing the Fairy from the poor confused young man’s face. His new little lover had left eager kisses and had gone right to lewdly attempting to make love to his features and that good temple attending boy didn’t have a clue how to handle that.

He set the cage down and placed the inebriated fairy inside. It clearly was drunkenly attached to the young man as it made sad noises and waved at him as he left. Owlton was glad they were not Pixies, otherwise he might have needed to fend off that young man. Fairies, not so much. Drunken Sprites would have had turned the whole bar into orgy. That would have required his wet mask and crushed dark bean tea to settle down.

As the waitress and the real owner of the establishment got the few remaining customers to leave and started shutting windows Owlton wandered to a nearly empty table. Grabbing a serving tray he took out his spice bag. Just a sprinkle would be needed of this sweet substance the merchant called powdered sugar. He had barely started sprinkling when the first drunken fairies came to investigate the sparkling falling from his hand. Soon as one sampled a grain it was chirping the others over. He stepped away and watched the tray get swarmed.

As the room got darker and darker he plucked the fairies too drunk to fly out of their brew baths and off bread beds. He shook his head at the half body of a dead fairy between two slices of bread. Whoever fell for that folk tale was going to regret that before supper. And would be calling on Owlton before the next full moon. Fae beings don’t take kindly to their kind being eaten. It is the one crime that will bring the night and day Fae together as a force. And whoever did it will not hide it from them, they all will smell them for miles.

Owlton made a note in his small book to get more cold iron from the new Kobold mine and find out what fool was at this table. Maybe it was someone smart enough he could talk into hiring him before troubles started. Then he looked at the little torso-less shapely legs and realized that was pointless, that was the actions of an idiot.

As soon as the room went dark Tanla lit a couple of lanterns so they could just see. The Fairies were yawning and stretching. This would be easier than Owlton had originally thought. They curled together and along plates and other rounded locations. Making it easy to gently lift them and just move them into the cage. Soon Tanla and Caroline were helping.

As they worked he noticed something he really shouldn’t have been looking at. Between young Caroline’s ample breasts a fairy had nuzzled into a warm sleep. “Caroline, I hate to say, but you have a fairy, well, in your bosom.”

“Really?” Oh what a simple beauty. To see down her own cleavage she stuck those appealing mounds out and displayed those soft topped flesh boulders right to him. He reminded himself she was nearly young enough to be his daughter. And despite town rumors, not as knowable in the working of men. She then appealingly made them bounce as she looked to be attempting to fling the fairy out. “Mr. Owlton can you get it out for me?” She whimpered.

It had been a few years since he last reached into an appealing ladies’ top. And nearly young enough to be his daughter now switched to old enough not to be his daughter. He was frankly naughty as his hand went in well left of where it was needed. A naughty stroke and a slight twirl of a quickly excited nipple brought pink to the girl’s cheeks. He mentally pointed out how improper he was being and slipped his hand over to scoop the invading critter out before he was in real trouble.

The sweet face displayed she wasn’t offended at him taking advantage. Though her nervous voice told she also didn’t know how she should be reacting, “Thank you for getting that out.”

"You’re welcome,‘’ he told her as she headed to drop her latest catches into the cage. That impropriety got his shoulder bruised by Tanla. An easily accepted price he teased himself.

“Is that all?” he asked looking around the dim room for any more fairies sleeping off their drink.

“I think so.” Tanla answered.

“May I borrow a blanket to cover the cage?” Owlton asked.

“I’ll get you one Mr. Owlton.” Caroline sang.

“What’s with the blanket?” Tanla asked.

“I want to keep the cage dark till I get it home.” He answered.

“What are you going to do with them there, eat them?” She asked.

Owlton wondered if it was Tanla that foolishly tried Fairy meat like some vile Orcling. He advised strongly, “Never eat the meat of a Fae. That will bring a stomach ache and in days other Fae looking for revenge.”

“Grand, glad I didn’t fill that curiosity then.” Tanla said in such a way that Owlton felt it wasn’t her teeth marks on the half devoured body.

“Then what?” She wondered.

“I’ll travel to Fredrik for their solstice festival. There I’ll sell most of them as pets. They make sweet pets.” He explained.

“Most, you’re keeping some?” She asked in an almost teasing tone.

“Some, like I said, they make sweet pets. Very loyal once trained. A few I’ll be keeping to sell to travelers passing through here. And a few for you once you see how well Fae Touched Brew sells.” He bordered on teasing her now.

“Right,” she sighed. Then directed, “Caroline collected all the mugs, don’t spill a drop. According to Owlton it’s going to be good stuff soon enough.”

“Speaking of Brew, I’ll trade two of the gold from my pay from a keg of brew delivered to my home.” He requested.

“Drink that much at home?” Tanla asked.

“Saving it for the winter so I don’t have to trug through drifts to get a sip.” He lied. But telling the woman he was going to make his own Fae Touch Brew and invite her pretty naïve waitress over to sample it would likely get it never delivered.

“Well, fingers crossed. Open up the windows. Let’s see if any flutter awake.” Owlton suggested once the tables had been cleaned up.

The windows unblocked allowed bright light through their colored pieces. And after a few minutes it was easy to call the tavern Fairy free.

He walked back home with the blanket wrapped cage strapped to his back. A grand fortune basically handed to him. A meal and a night’s jolly making waiting at the local tavern. And, from the peck on his cheek and a whispered request to come visit her, possibly an ending to his lonely nights. He was well old enough to start thinking about settling down and starting and having some legitimate children. And Caroline would be a fine youthful wife to work on that with.

He entered his home and cleared a small table to place the cage on. He supplied a few berries and cut fruit to fill the tiny bellies. Then selected two of the loveliest of the lovely fairies.

That was one thing the folk tales got correct and why they’ll sell well as pets, fairies looked like gorgeous sun darkened well worked maidens without the scars or callouses of hard labor.

He climbed to the loft where his bed sat. Then he untied his britches and exposed his manhood. Then he popped the lid on the bubbleberry jar and with his finger painted the tip of his cock in the sweet treat. Closing the lid tight on the jar he opened the curtains on the little window up here.

Sunlight stirred both little supple forms. A black haired beauty and a reddish haired delight surred in the warm light. Alcohol never affected Fae long. They looked around and seeing they were trapped in a building with no treats they cowered and hugged each other for comfort.

Then the crimson one’s nose caught a scent. The Black haired one noticed and sniffed the air. Both caught what was drawing their attention. Owlton smiled, knowing they couldn’t resist bubbleberry spread.

They fluttered over to his groin. Watching them nervously as they hovered about his manhood brought it to attention. Now they were intrigued. Fairies were just fascinated with larger similarly shaped creatures’ sexuality. They fluttered closer. The smell they wanted was at the tip of this giant’s cock. He could see them peeking at him then at the strange shaft they were drawn too.

The Black haired one gave into curiosity first. Owlton felt its little dexterous tongue sample the jam. Fairies have a tongue much longer than many people suspected. Not long like a hummingbird’s tongue. No, more like twice as long as a human of comparable size as Owlton saw it.

The Black haired delight liked what she tasted and chirped at her friend to try some. The Red topped one curved her tongue along his tip. Then zipped about happily. Then chirped at her friend.

They hovered closer carefully watching him happily watch them. Owlton sighed, these two would be easy to train. Likely after a couple of passes they wouldn’t even need the jam smear.

They reached their pretty small faces and began licking up the jam. Dancing tiny tongues felt amazing. The more they tasted the jam the less they watched him. The less they watched him the closer they got to his stiff shaft. Little hands wrapped softly at his tip as they hungrily suckled the fruit treat off his cock.

Then the Red Haired one slipped her arms around his shaft and hugged her miniature perky breasts to his manhood. The Black haired one then hugged the other side. As they greedily cleaned his sensitive skin they pressed tighter. And soon their strong long legs wrapped and grind their little wet pussies to his cock.

Soon the jam was gone. Wings fluttered hard but didn’t take his tiny lovers anywhere. They lustfully attended his cock. Legs stroking the sides as tongues and mouths lewdly rubbed at the top. Hands massaged like they had long been lovers of his manhood.

They made appealing sounds as they wiggled and writhed at his stiff member. It was like they could sense what he liked and reacted excitedly to that knowledge. Firm fairy sized breasts pumped against his skin. Their whole bodies attempting to milk his pleasure just out of some wonderful Fae instinct.

They fluttered higher on his shaft as he quickly approached climax. Like moths drawn to a candle’s flame. Their little faces bobbing about directly over the hole at the top. As their hips grind pussies and legs tightly to his cock.

The first spurt caught the black haired beauty in the face. Making it rear back in shock. The next smeared along the side of the head of the Red head. They arched back but didn’t release their muscled legs from his shaft. They watched his seed spray up and spatter on his tip and about his groin like a badly made city fountain.

He gasped at his relief as he watched to see what they would do. His source was reliable, but did they also get tricked by a folk tale? The Black haired one smacked her mouth. Then licked her lips. Then purred something in their chirped language.

The Red haired one reached up and scooped his seed from the side of her face. She carefully sniffed it as the Black haired one chirped excitedly between sliding globs of the stuff into her mouth. The Red haired one kissed the collected white goo. Then her eyes went wide and the whole handful disappeared into her little mouth.

Owlton allowed the two to flutter about suckling his seed from his groin and each other. Greedily they worked together looking for even the smallest drop. Licking anywhere they thought held even a taste.

Satisfied they could find no more, they cuddled together along his laying spent cock and searched each other’s mouths for the taste of human seed. Grinding their appealing developed bodies together as they kissed like lovers.

They saw him watching and looked at him and gave appealing expressions. They stroked and cuddled along his spent manhood clearly hoping to encourage more man jam. Owlton smiled at their actions. His friend was right, Fairies made great pets and were easily trained.

In Fredrik this was a well shared rumor. Just as a fair sized city, fairies were nearly non-existent. He heard the others waking below. Their fluttering wings sounded more and more like coins clinking together. Yeah, he was given a fortune and this wonderful little town didn’t realize that. No, they just wanted them out of the town’s one Tavern.

I know there are some stories on Archive of our Own, but what different writers label their stories as I can’t say. Some are shrink, some size difference, and so on. The same for writing.com.

And of course, https://shrunken-women-board.com/ has story sections. And here, but I figured you knew about here.

Eka’s Portal has stuff if you go searching. But that is mainly a vore site. So if your not into that then you might not want to go looking there.

That’s all I can think of off the top of my head. And I have to admit most of those are only because I post to them. So, grain of salt and all that.

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She did. Well she skimmed it. Otherwise she might have understood better what they meant when they referred to downsizing staff.

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Another chapter. Hope you enjoy, let me know if you want me to continue.

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Chapiter 06: Shaving

Maria awoke to hear their massive Master still peacefully sleeping. She looked about and saw her fellow Lilliputians in the library. Reading was quiet. Waking the human man could bring any number of punishments. He may not be legally allowed to kill or maim them, but the teachers advised many frightening punishments a owner could inflict on them any time they wanted.

She didn’t dare to dress as a dropped shoe might ping the cage bars and alert the sleeping giant of their presence. She walked on the plastic flooring on the tips of her toes. In the library she selected a book at random. When she looked for a place to sit to read her heart padders to see Anne waving her over to the couch the redhead was reclining on. She was offered a place to cuddle close to the prettiest Lilliputian girl Maria had ever seen. Anne squeezed and whisper the trained greeting, “Attentive Morning.”

Maria responded in kind, “Obedient day.” Then she melted as those pillowy lips softly pressed hers. She becomes a puddle along Anne’s curves and starts reading silently. Maria’s book was about an obedient Lilliputian girl working extra hard to please her Master, earning spoiling presents for being a loving pet. Maria noted how that was a good life for a Lilliputian.

Bora whimpered. Maria followed her staring to see the giant rising. It stretched with a groining moan. He scratched his chin and mumbled to himself Maria couldn’t hear. His massive head turned to look upon them. He sighed and leaned over. He opened the closest access and reached inside. Ella whined as that human hand grabbed her. Maria wasn’t surprised he selected Ella, with her bright yellow hair and perfect white skin she was a lovely girl. Maria felt dingy in comparison with her black hair and dirty shaded tan skin.

The Master opened his hand and without a word took Ella’s pajama shorts off. He pulled off her top and placed the clothes back in the cage on the couch she had been reading on. Then closed them in again. He flipped the blankets off his lap and slipped Ella into his boxers. Maria could see his hand adjusting. Then he leaned back down on his bed as his hand worked up and down inside his underwear. He began humming delighted sounds, likely enjoying Ella’s well fit and shapely form. Soon he sighed loudly. His hand stopped near or at the tip of his erection. Then he maneuvered in his boxers and pulled out Ella, soaked in his semen. He placed her in the cage by the showers. Closing that access door he advised, “Time to start my day.” Then he walked over and strangely dressed in his clothes from yesterday. He left the room and disappeared for a while.

Chloma went to help Ella get rinsed off while Katie Marie suggested, “Should we workout now?”

They did, showered, and finished a delicious breakfast of sweet new tasting pellets before the Master returned. He had a bag in his hand. He walked over and gave a command, “I’ll go get ready, you all get naked please. I have a surprise.”

They were confused but stripped as the Master commanded. They were more bewildered as a strange buzzing sound came from the other room. He came back wearing only his boxers while carrying a bowl. Maria didn’t like that. School had informed them of many Lilliputian themed items a human could use to enjoy their pets. This included carrying boxes. Bowls were for putting food in. She knew he wasn’t legally allowed to eat her. But he would only face punishment after she was devoured if he chose to do that.

The human man gathered them in a bowl and walked them to a human bathroom. In the tub was a level of water. He placed the bowl on the edge of the tub and exposed himself. To her surprise the hair around his genitals was trimmed well away. Then he grabbed a can and filled a hand with shaving foam and covered the area around his crotch. Then he sat in the tub.

He looked at them and advised, “Katie Marie said last night you girls prefer clean shaved balls. Well then, lets get them and around my cock shaved up.”

Maria gasped as he lifted the bowl. He tilted the bowl and poured them just above his big round belly. Then he reached over the edge of the tub. In his hand was a box. He opened it and held towards them a familiar tool. A hand shaver, a blade with a handle designed for Lilliputians to use. Maria was always nervous to handle one as the blade was razor sharp. Even though she had shaved a teacher’s legs or more private areas many times. She just never shaved a human man’s testicles.

Katie Marie was the bravest and walked over to accept the tool. Chloma, Anne, and Ella built up the nerve before Maria could manage the courage. Bora had the hardest time. She turned even paler when the Master handed her a tool directly.

They walked up the hairy hill that was his belly. Then down towards his crotch. The shaving foam mostly drowned out the musky smell of his unwashed groin. At first it was easier to act with the Master’s face blocked from their view. They carefully laid their blades along his skin and started to work towards his testicles. Leaning over the edges of his body to rinse the hair and foam off in the warm water. But then it became a little unnerving as his penis enjoyed their company and started to stand erect at a heavy angle. But the human man’s appreciating sounds helped Maria a little. If he was enjoying their efforts he was less likely to interrupt them.

Katie Marie made them all jump as she dared to speak, “Maria you’re really good at this.”

Ella looked towards the top of the man mountain field with dread then whispered sharply, “Shh, he didn’t give permission to speak. He’ll punish us all.”

They all trembled as the Master’s voice advised, “No go ahead. I like hearing your Lilliputian voices.”

Anne accepted that and agreed, “You are amazing at that. Have you shaved a human man’s crotch before?”

Maria shook her head, then worried the Master would get mad if she didn’t speak so she said, “A teacher at school requested I shave her womanhood often. I guess the caution I practiced there transferred to his privates as well.”

Anne folded her tool back and offered, “Here, let me push the testicle to smooth the skin more for you to shave.”

Chloma watched the redhead and told Ella, “Here, I’ll do that for you.”

Shaving the Master’s crotch area took a while. Luckily it was quicker since they could work as a team. Bora and amusingly Katie Marie stopped and switched tools with them. They would rinse the tools while the others removed hair and foam. Katie Marie was humorous, as she was so short she would often have to use the human man’s leg hairs to climb down close enough to the water. This even amused the giant, or possibly tickled him into small spurts of chuckles.

They finished and Katie Marie crested his belly to tell him, “All finished our kind Master.”

His response terrified Maria, “OK, while I shower you make sure the shavers are well rinsed.” A shower for a human would be a flood for her and the other Lilliputians. His hand carefully gathered them a couple at a time. She felt a little better as they were placed in a shower cage.

He unplugged the tub to drain the shaving cream and hair filled waster. Then carefully adjusted the flowing water to a temperature he liked. The blast that hit them when the shower started made them all yelp and whimper. But soon they adjusted and began using the heavy sprays to fully clear the shavers.

During this the Master stood and used human cleaners to wash himself. Leaving his genitals hanging just at their level. It was strange watching a human take a shower. It likely wasn’t different then how Lilliputian boys wash themselves. It was the mass of the human man. His girth. How the bubbles even seemed larger upon his skin. How his movements conveyed his might. How he was free to experience the world and they had to be caged to be protected from it.

Finished, the human man shut off the deluge of water and opened the towering curtain. He grabbed a towel all six of them could have used as a carpet for their cage bottom and wiped the bulk of the water off his head and torso. He wrapped it about that titanic waist then carefully laid out a smaller towel on a nearby counter top.

When the Master turned Maria expected one or more of them to get wrapped to the giant’s clear erection. His hand pulled out Anne first and though the human man took the time to admire the gorgeous redhead he didn’t pleasure himself with her, Instead he placed Anne on the smaller towel and bizarrely he kindly offered her a Lilliputian towel.

That was the pattern, Lifted Bora, admired her wet naked form, then placed on the little human towel to be offered a Lilliputian sized bath towel. Ella, Clhoma, and Katie Marie were all the same. Maria expected she was last to be used for his pleasure. As he stopped and visually admired her Maria waited to be hooked under his towel and stroked along his length. Yet she was also placed on that fluffy mat and offered a fresh towel to which she replied as expected, “Thank you Master.”

Even his reply was strange in her mind, “Your welcome Maria.” He had gifted each of them with a towel and when they submitted to his kindness he told them each your welcome. Maybe that strange Tan man that bought her was right, maybe their Master as a kind one. Still, if Maria didn’t have to be touched by him, or even be near him, she would be happier.

As they dried the Master finished drying himself. Then with a snicker he grabbed the corners of the smaller human towel and lifted all six of them. This forced them all together in the hanging white fuzzy pit. Then solid ground was under their feet. The way the towel hung they were back in the bowl.

He carried them into what Maria was certain was the bedroom. Though with much of the view blocked by the towel she wasn’t completely sure. He placed the bowl on an unstable surface. The top of the cage was visible so Maria guessed they were on his massive bed. She could see him opening some kind of brown jar. He then laid onto the bed beside them. His hairy belly cresting over the bowl they were trapped in. Then their convenience was lifted and tilted. The ridge rested upon the top of his stomach as a human hand moved into view holding the jar from earlier. Then his voice requested, “OK girls, scoop out a couple handfuls of ball butter and go rub it into my sack and other areas you shaved.”

Maria followed Anne as she walked over and scooped a load of rich smelling lotion into each hand. Maria copied Anne and they walked down to his groin followed by the others. Well, Katie Marie had to keep encouraging poor Bora. The Asian Lilliputian was nearly frozen with fear. But again, once his face was hidden by his belly she was more capable.

Anne walked around the human man’s massive testicles. Then selecting her spot along the center seam Anne smeared the lotion along her freckled breasts and began stroking them into his sack. Maria followed suit as this was how a Lilliputian girl was supposed to apply lotion to their Master. As the other girls started joining in they were praised, “Oh that’s good.”

The Master was enjoying them climbing about his testicles. Soon his penis was fully erect, angled by the nearby belly. Soon none had any of the lotion left that changed the sensitive skin from irritated red to calmed pink but the Master didn’t say they could stop. He just continued making happy human sounds.

When he did speak he described, “I feel like some sort of mythical god being worshiped by some nubile young priestess.” He hummed a few more times the commanded, “Maria, Clhoma can you climb up on my cock?”

Maria looked at Chloma who nodded. It was asked like a question but any request from their Master was an order, they had to or face punishment. They both reached up and started to pull themselves on top of his testicles. The urge to grab a hand full of loose skin was strong but Maria worried that would pinch the Master and make him angry. He thanked them for their effort with the praise, “Man that feels good.”

They both got on top of the unstable scrotum. Maria looked to Chloma, hoping the darker skinned beauty would take the initiative. Instead the strangely accented Lilliputian reminded Maria in a nervous whisper, “He called to you first.”

Maria nodded, as first called he likely wanted her up higher on his shaft. It would have been quicker to crawl into position, but their Master’s pleasure and not expediency was their life. She slinked along the base of his erection, hugging her body as tight to him as she could. Then as she had often practiced she slithered her body along his shaft. He liked the sensations as his penis twitched with arousal. Once she was far enough on she spread her legs against the girth and rolled her hips as she inched her way towards the tip. Affectionately nuzzling her face to his sensitive skin as she traveled.

She reached the tip and knew her duty. She gave the top of her Master’s penis an affectionate stroke before lowering her mouth towards the slope. And despite her reluctance she gave it a long well practiced lick. The giant sighed, “Oh good girl.” This praise helped Maria ignore her discomfort. Her hips pumped his upper shaft with her legs while her rolling body grind her breasts into him. With long trained pattern to mimic passion she massaged his tip with her hands while giving it long firm licks.

Maria felt the shaft tilt when Chloma climbed on. She could feel the difference in the vibration when her selected partner went from wiggling into position to servicing the Master’s manhood. He didn’t speak to them but his gasping happy sounds were clear praise of all their actions. This encouraged Maria more as a satisfied Master was a kind Master.

Maria jumped as colossal fingers stroked her hair, Those digits admired her bottom as the Master praised, “Oh Maria you feel great there.”

His hand left to admire Chloma’s body. Maria didn’t look to see how the giant touched the darker skinned Lilliputian, she had her assignment. She did figure Chloma felt a little relief as the Master growled, “Chloma you can really grind on a cock!”

His hand wandered about the others. He had a praise for them all, “Oh Anne you really can suck some balls.” “Ella, keep working those titties.” “I love those long legs Bora, love them.” “Ahh Katie Marie, my kinky extra little Lilliputian.” Soon his other hand wanted to touch them as well. Stroking along legs and massaging bottoms. Maria even had her torso lifted so his thumb could admire her breasts for a minute or two. The words again stopped but his happy sounds continued.

A testament to how well they were trained his hand shifted Maria and Chloma to along the sides of his shaft. They had built his pleasure to a desired level and he wanted that surpassed. He started pumping Maria and her assigned partner along his erection. Maria could see despite the disorientating motion that his other hand had scooped up the others and pressed them into his heavy testicles.

Soon a single yelp was heard and Maria saw poor Bora being dangled by her shoulders over her head. Maria watched as the human hand pressed an upside down Bora against the wobbling tip. Then Maria felt the first burst rumble up his shaft. The Master gasped loud and happily while Bora’s legs waved about in desperate wild motions. Maria knew each pulse brought more bitter and salty goo into poor Bora’s lovely face.

The Master laid there for a minute. When his breath returned he praised, “Oh you Lilliputian girls are the best.” This made Maria feel good. Sure she felt bad for Bora hanging upside down drenched in human semen. But if he considered them the best he would not want to return them. Despite their fear making them perform what would have been failing obedience the Master still enjoyed them and that was all that mattered.

The Master leaned over towards the cage. As his arm moved Maria got a brief look at Bora, she was white from her belly down to her long black hair. He did his usual kindness of placing her near the showers. Then he reached back and Maria watched as Ella was lifted over them. She was wrapped sideways over his penis and used to wipe the remaining semen off his tip. Then the blonde was placed near the showers.

The hand holding her and Chloma in place lifted them from his wilting shaft and they were placed in the cage followed quickly by Anne and Katie Marie. Then the access was closed again.

As they gathered themselves Maria watched the Master stand and grab his towel. As he walked towards the bathroom he stopped before a tall mirror. He shifted and was clearly admiring his groin. His hand tilted and shifted his testicles then he praised to himself, “Those girls did an amazing job. I think they should get a treat.” Then he walked out of sight.

Free of human presence Anne suggested, “Shaving the Master’s testicles was a lot of hard work, I think we could skip working out today.” Maria nodded in approval of that incredible girl’s suggestion.

Ella used her words to second, “Yes, I am a touch tired to exercise now.”

Maria walked towards the shower. The Master had been freshly cleaned yet she still felt like she could smell him on her skin. Then a hand grabbed hers and pulled her towards a booth. A hand grabbed behind her head to press pillowy delicious lips to hers. Freckle brightened perfect curves pressed to her body. Maria admired that still wet thick red hair as her new special friend used her other hand to adjust the water.

Anne turned and fell into the shower’s spray dragging an excited Maria with her. Anne stretched up to shut the curtain behind them as Maria took advantage and used both hands to admire Anne’s round firm bottom. Those perfect lips slipped away and Maria’s mouth tried to catch them. Only for them to escape by grabbing one of Maria’s nipples and suckling passionately. Since they lost their prey Maria’s lips latched onto Anne’s white sensual neck.

Anne’s enjoyment made her straddle Maria like she was the Master’s penis. Maria used this to her advantage and with some effort lifted Anne off her feet. As their lips wrestled to deliver affectionate kisses upon the other set Anne’s shapely legs hugged Maria’s body tightly. Maria loved that the best way to keep the redhead lifted was to grab and squeeze that desired bottom. Wanting to hear more of those accented excited sounds Maria hefted Anne higher and tasted one of those alluring nipples.

Then Maria heard the most confusing thing from this Lilliputian beauty, “Oh Maria you’re the prettiest Lilliputian girl ever!”

How could Anne, someone so otherworldly gorgeous think she was that pretty. Maria had to correct her special new friend, “No, you are gorgeous beyond belief, you’re the prettiest Lilliputian girl ever. I’m bland with my dirty like tan skin and by dreary black hair,”

Anne pushed back and argued, “You’re much prettier than I. Your skin is beautiful, smooth and incredibly colored. Mine is bleached and disfigured with freckles. Your hair is shimmering long and alluring. Mine is this thick puffy mess of gaudy color.”

Maria countered, “No your skin is smooth and perfectly decorated with wonderful happy freckles. Your hair is soft and warm with the most exciting sexy color.”

Anne whimpered, “But you’re so stunning to me.”

Maria sighed, “And you look perfect to me.”

Dispute ended as their mouths wrapped against the others. Maria loved feeling Anne’s hands combing through her hair while her hands wouldn’t leave Anne’s pumping bottom. Their breasts rolled and played against each other making Maria’s nipples sing happy feelings into her mind.

Maria had spent the last few years learning to look passionate with another Lilliputian girl for human viewing pleasure; she hoped those skills would translate to pleasure for Anne. Anne’s legs unhooked from Maria’s hips. Maria felt one of Anne’s soft hands slipping down towards her crotch. Not wanting to be undone she shot her hand between Anne’s supple thighs. As her finger tips slipped into Anne’s girlhood Maria gasped as that perfect beauty found her happy button. Soon they both were having trouble passionately kissing as the pleasure being tickled into each other was making them both happy pant and gasp.

Maria felt like she won the best prize she could when Anne’s body arched against hers. She had worked in Anne’s girlhood and now the redhead was climaxing from Maria’s happy efforts. They stood just holding each other for a minute. Anne’s hand tried to get back to its stimulation of Maria’s special spot but Maria shifted it away. Anne whimpered, “I didn’t give you one yet.”

Maria kissed her deeply and reminded her special friend, “You gave me one on the first day.”

Anne gave a tempting offer, “You sure, if you lean back I could use my mouth down there.”

Maria kissed Anne again and suggested, “Yes. Maybe we could kiss each other’s girl spots later.”

Maria’s heart thudded hard as Anne got her exciting naughty smile. Anne’s purred words, “I think we will,” made Maria regret not taking Anne up on her oral offer.

Maria was consoled by being allowed to wash Anne’s perfectly shaped body. Better yet, the most special Lilliputian girl was washing Maria’s unworthy form. Maria wondered if the reason they were not allowed to regularly bathe the bodies of the other students at school was to keep them from getting too attached to each other. Maria knew if she had found someone as special as Anne back at school that Graduation Day would have been even more difficult.

They exited the showers about the same time as the others. At first Maria was for some reason embarrassed. Then seeing the pinkened cheeks on the other girls that eased. Special friendships were all about.

They went to their rooms to dress. Maria found a cute blue outfit. A little exposing top whose straps seemed designed to topple from her shoulders. Not that they were needed as the banding held the cups tight to her breasts. The pants were strange, a swimming suit bottom with sheer material to her ankles where they had a strip of elastic to hold them in place. She thought the little shoes were adorable while she didn’t see much use for the gold color tiara. After adjusting it she did find it held her hair back so she would wear it.

Anne greeted her in a little green frilly dress. Some sort of leaf decorated the tops of her thigh tall socks. The redhead advised, “Mine had a hat too, not as cute as yours.”

Maria pointed out, “It holds my hair out of my face.”

They found the others in what was clearly the best common room, the window room. The sky was gray outside but the birds still fluttered about. The trees didn’t seem to mind the darker sky as they looked to be dancing and waving their branches. Ella asked, “Would you all want to play some games? There are a couple here we didn’t have back at my school.”

No one answered as the Master had entered his bedroom. He had a small plate with the most amazing food stuff on the planet, a square boulder of cake. He stopped before them and advised, “Alright girls get your dirty clothes, I’ll wash them up. Sadly I won’t have the money to buy you all more clothes till my first paycheck from my new position. And yes the first outfit you’ll get is more pajama choices.”

Maria, mesmerized by the cake, forgot herself and replied, “But I have three sets of pajamas.”

She wanted to melt into a puddle and slip down a shower drain as he asked, “You do? Everyone told me they agreed on two each.”

Maria felt her throat go tight but she had to tell him, “Yes. The Tan Man bought me the blue shorts one, the fuzzy breast one, and the bunny one.”

The Master looked confused. “The bunny one?” He mumbled before requesting, “Is it a leotard with fishnets and a bow tie?”

Maria confirmed, “Yes Master.”

He chuckled then explained, “That’s not pajamas Maria. That’s a sexy bunny outfit.”

“Oh, sorry Master,” Maria said feeling stupid.

He noted, “No problem Maria. Now everyone get your dirty clothes for me. Once that’s done you’ll get this piece of cake for doing such a good job shaving my balls this morning.”

Cake brightened Maria a little. As she started off towards her room for her used clothes Katie Marie grabbed her arm and softly confessed, “I thought they were bunny pajamas too.”

He accepted their gathered dirty clothes in a little cloth bag. Then through the attachment door he slipped the plate in. Leaving it on the mezzanine platform. He closed them and then said, “Enjoy my Lilliputian beauties.”

They waited till he had left the room. Then they creeped up to the plate like they might frighten the cake block away if they moved too quickly. With it surrounded they attacked. Pulling large chunks out with their bare hands. Sweet delight filled their mouths as crumbs and icing crumbled down their bodies. Good job was rewarded, Maria was believing the Tan Man more and more, her Master was nice. Scary, but nice.

@SmolChlo So you think he and his friends are teeing up a little fun at the members club? Maybe having their balls washed? Possibly getting their woods shined?

“Ha ha ha, yes being a member here at Pixiewoods Country Club is the best. Well kept grounds. Great tee times. And when you find a little cuties running about you just pulk them up and your caddy adds them to the little cage they all carry till you get back to the club house. There isn’t even any shame when you want to enjoy them with your bourbon. I mean, look at Johnson over there. He must have six trapped down there. And as you can feel, they do do a good job helping you relax after a long eighteen holes.”

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