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((DISCLAIMER! This is the first time I, the one true king, have attempted to write a trans person. I’ve done my best to portray them as respectfully as possible, but if I haven’t, please tell me. If I’ve offended anyone, please tell me. If I’ve made anyone uncomfortable, please tell me. Now that I have given you all permission to chew me out if it sucks, on with the story!))

Morgan was nervous, looking herself over in the mirror. She couldn’t help but feel unsatisfied. Morgan wore a pink flannel button-up shirt with a jean skirt and tannish brown boots. Her curly shoulder-length ginger hair perfectly framed her freckled face. But despite looking every bit the southern bell, Morgan could not help but feel like an imposter.

“I can’t do this. It’s too soon.” This would have been the first date Morgan went on since she transitioned. Two years of hormone therapy and some minor implants had done wonders, her confidence bolstered by every subtle change. But now, right when she was about to put herself out there, all that confidence evaporated.

knock knock “Yo, sis! You about done in there. I have to take a shit.” Morgan heard from the other side of the bathroom door.

“Y-Ya, sure, David. One sec.” Morgan wiped away the tears that were about to form as she opened the door.

“Oh, finally! I’m about to-” David stopped in his tracks, seeing the look on Morgan’s face. “Wow, you ok, Morgan?” She shook her head from side to side, fighting back the tears.

“I can’t do this, David!” Morgan blurted out, shaking as she grabbed her twin brother in a hug. He returned it and began to pet the back of her head.

“Hey, none of that. If you wanna stay home, that’s just fine.” She moved to look him into his eyes, those same kind eyes that would comfort her when they were both little. “But I think you should still give the date a shot. You’re a charming young lady who deserves at least a chance to find love. Or at least a fun one-night stand.” His last comment heard a scoff and a laugh from Morgan as she pushed him off.

“Please take this seriously!” She half laughed as she wiped the last tear from her eyes. “This is my first date as a woman. You would be jittery too.”

“You’re damn straight I would! I could never pull off jeans like you, even before your ass filled out!” They both laughed as Morgan lightly smacked her twin in retaliation for his inappropriate comment. But everything quickly calmed down, and the nervous feeling returned.

“What this goes bad? What if she takes one look at me and-”

“Then we go through the tubs of ice cream I got just in case and watch horror movies. Just like we always do when your love life goes south.”

“Ya, that was kinda a stupid question…” She jumped a bit when David’s hand clapped on her shoulder.

“You are charming. You are cute. And you deserve to be appreciated for who you are. Now go wow the pants of that lady! Or don’t, just get out of the bathroom before I shit myself!” David then shoved his sister out of the bathroom and slammed the door.

“Wierd end to that, but thanks for the confidence boost, bro!” Morgan then grabbed her purse and charged out the door.

…

Morgan was at the BBQ joint, the Wiggly Piggy. She hoped the food was better than the name. She waited to order until her date showed up. All she knew about the girl she waited for was her name, and that she was a Native American, or First Nation, she wasn’t sure which one was more correct.

“Hey, you Morgan?” She turned her head to find the source of the voice, a little shocked at who it was talking to him. The dark-skinned woman standing before her was two, maybe three feet tall, wearing sweatpants, a death metal band t-shirt, and long straight black hair.

“Um… Ya… You Lomasi?”

“Yep. I take it Dave didn’t tell you I was a shrinky when he set this up?”

“No, he didn’t… You um… Need help with the chair?”

“I’m good, thanks.” Lomasi used both her arms to pull out her chair, grunting as she did so. She almost looked like a kid, bearly tall enough to eat at the table without a booster seat. Both women had very awkward looks about them. “Is, is this going to work for you?”

“Oh, sorry! I just don’t really interact with people who got shrunk very often. Sorry if I’m being weird.” The more petite woman giggled a bit.

“You’re fin. Honestly, I’ve had worse starts to dates. You should have seen this one creep who catfished me, then tried to stuff me in a gym bag!”

“Oh shit! I’m sorry that happened to you!”

“Ah, I got away. And he got arrested when he tried to do the same thing to an undercover cop. I think he got three life sentences. No idea how that works, but whatever.”

“Still, that fucking sucks.” Things then became quiet after that. Then thankfully, the server came over. They both ordered ribs, and Morgan ordered root beer as her drink, while Lomasi ordered an orange soda. “So, what do you do for a living?”

“I sell new-age medicine on the internet. Essential oils, herbal remedies, crystals, that sort of thing.”

“Oh.” Morgan started to shift in her seat a bit at that. “Don’t you think that’s a little unethical?” Lomasi just rolled her eyes at the question.

“It’s not like I’m telling people not to go to the hospital or anything. It says on everything I sell that it’s not a substitute for prescription medication. So if someone wants to use my products instead of stuff their doctor said to use, that’s just Darwinism at work.” The smaller woman said in a way that seemed like she had heard that question a thousand times.

“Sorry if I upset you!” Morgan said with her hands up defensively. “It’s just that sort of stuff gets a bad rep from people trying to cure their kid’s cancer by rubbing lavender oil in their eyes.”

“And those people should die in a fire. But you don’t blame the drug company for people killing themselves with horse dewormers because they don’t want covid shots. You know what I mean?”

“Oh, I totally get it.” The server then arrived at the table with their food, but the mood shifted when they both noticed that Lomasi’s plate had a clown face.

“Charming.” The tiny woman said as she gave the plate of ribs a less than amused glare.

“We can ask them for a different pla-”

“No. It’s fine. I had to order mine off the kid’s menu because of my size, so I got a kid plate. It’s fine.” Morgan could tell it wasn’t at all fine. The humiliation was apparent on the tiny woman’s face as she slouched.

“It’s clearly not.”

“Let’s change the subject. What’s your day job?” Lomasi said as she started to dig into the BBQ meat before her.

“Air traffic controller, I basically tell planes when and where they can land.” Morgan then started chomping down on her ribs as well. Both women getting BBQ sauce all over their respective faces and hands. Because only a monster eats ribs with a fork.

“Now that sounds stressful.”

“You’re telling me. If me and my crew aren’t on the same wavelength, of if some hotshot piolet feels bold, that’s hundreds, maybe thousands dead. That’s on me. I’m like a damned surgeon, I can’t make mistakes.”

“Fuck, that’s rough.” The two were halfway through their meal before the next series of questions erupted. “So, how do you feel about your family?” Lomasi asked, Morgan groaning in response.

“My parents and I aren’t speaking, not approving of my life choices. My brother also cut ties with them out of twin solidarity, and they blame me for that too.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that. I can’t imagine how that must feel, having the people who should be there for you no matter what turn on you like that.” Morgan could see the sympathy in the little lady’s eyes, no pitty but genuine compassion.

“I’m glad you don’t. I take it your relationship with your parents is better?”

“I don’t want to feel like I’m bragging or anything.” Lomasi said as she shifted in her seat uncomfortably.

“Oh no, please do tell me how a functional family works. I will need a better example than mine to work off of when I start a family of my own.”

“Not even through our first date, and you’re already talking about starting a family? How romantic~!” Both women laughed their gay asses off. Morgan smacked the table several times as she coughed and wheezed from laughing too hard. “Didn’t kill you, did I!?”

“No, no, I just, fuck, your hilarious!”

“So I’m told. You still wanna hear about my home life?” Morgan nodded while taking deep breaths. “Well, my mom shrank to about 4inch tall when she was about my age, and my dad is a little bigger than average 7.5feet.”

“Oh, so you grew to be bigger than your mom? I don’t really understand how the science behind the size epidemic works, but that must have been hard for her to discipline you when growing up.”

“Not as hard as you’d think, actually.” The little woman said as she finished the last of her ribs." I was a brat when I was little, but all it took was one stern look from my mom, and I was on my ass crying and apologizing."

“You sound well behaved enough. So when did your stepdad come into the picture.” Lomasi looked at the big ginger with a confused look.

“I didn’t say he was my stepdad. He’s my biological father.” Then, it was Morgan’s turn to look confused.

“I’m sorry, but he has to be. Your mother is 4inch, and he’s 7.5feet, you said.”

“I don’t see your point.”

“Like… How could they… You know… To make you?” If not for her darker skin, Lomasi’s bright blush would be just as visible as Morgan’s.

“If it’s all the same to you, I would rather not theorize the details of my conception, ok?”

“Right, sorry…” The table became awkwardly silent for what felt like far too long before Morgan finally spoke again. “So… You want to get dessert?”

“Not from here. They’ll probably give me a cup that looks like a zoo animal or something.” Lomasi then had a look of sudden inspiration. “Your brother baked a cake a while back, right? Is there still any of that left at your place?”

“Ya, it turned out that the person he made the cake for has a gluten allergy, so-” It suddenly hit Morgan like a brick to the face, her blush returning in full force. “Y-You want to… Come back t-to… My place?”

“Sure. Sorry if this is too fast, we can just-”

“NO! I mean, that sounds ok…” Morgan didn’t expect what was happening. Sure, she heard about people doing stuff on the first date, but it never happened to her. Until now, apparently! “I have to use the lady’s room, be right back.”

“Cool, take your time.” Morgan tried not to look like she was running as she went into the bathroom and into the nearest stall. Getting her phone out, and calling her brother.

“Sup, sis? Your date not go well?”

“Actually… It’s going better than I thought it would… Maybe too good?”

“Elaborate.” David said in a severe tone. “Did she do something you are not comfortable with? Cuz, I will punt her like last weeks-”

“No, no, she’s lovely. But um… I might need you out of the house for a few hours.” There were a few moments of silence, then hysterical laughter from his end of the call. “I’m serious!”

“Oh, I know you are! That’s why it’s funny!” Finally, after a few moments of obnoxious laughing and Morgan resisting the urge the hang up on the prick, he calmed down. “But seriously, are you two ok with this? I know you haven’t been intimate with anyone since your transition, and I know Lo has only ever been with cis-women.”

“You did tell her I’m trans, right? Because I swear, if this goes south because of you, I’ll-”

“Wow, relax, killer, she knows. Just… Be careful, ok? I don’t want anything bad to happen to my sister or my friend.” Morgan teared up just a bit. Her jerk brother could be surprisingly sweet sometimes.

“It’ll be fine, I promise. Just clear out for a little bit. I’ll call you when it’s safe to come home.”

“Ok, good. Just be gentle when you get it on, Lo acts tough, but she’s small, an-” Morgan then hung up on him. She was starting to get a headache from how flustered she was all night. All that blood rushing to her head couldn’t be good for her.

…

“So, this is where I live. Get comfy while I get us some cake.”

“Ok, mind getting us something to go with that?”

“Milk or something stronger?”

“EW! Who would have alcohol with cake?!”

“One glass of milk with chocolate cake, coming right up.” Morgan walked into the kitchen. It took her a minute to find a glass and fork small enough for Lomasi to use comfortably. “You can do this, Morgan.” She said to herself as she got everything together. “Nothing has to happen, your just… Seeing how things turn out.” Morgan walked back out into the living room, Lomasi giving her the sweetest smile as she sat their food on the coffee table.

“Oh, my~. That cake looks like heaven~.” The smaller woman said as she got an almost lustful tone to her voice. Not that Morgan was judging her, people say a woman’s first love is her father, but it’s really chocolate cake.

“I know, right!? I swear David should have gone into baking as a career. But he likes it better as a hobby. That’s his prerogative, I suppose.”

“More cake for us then.” Lomasi dug into the cake the moment it was placed in front of her. Morgan tried to cut a piece small enough for her date, but it seemed that she shouldn’t have bothered. It looked like the little lady was one of those people that had a hollow leg. Where else was all that food going? Certainly not her belly. It would have burst! “Fuck, why is he still single!? I’m gay, and even I’m falling in love with every bite!”

“I forget what it’s called, but I don’t think he doesn’t like anyone like that. I mean, I know he sleeps around with a few friends. But he just doesn’t, you know, love anyone that extra little bit.”

“Sexual aromantic.” Lomasi said between bites of cake that reasonably should not have fit in her mouth. “Or aromantic sexual, either way, good on him for living his true self. Same for you, by the way.”

“Th-Thank you…” Morgan blushed again, but this time with a little smile on her face. They both ate in silence, Morgan holding back a giggle as Lomasi licked her plate clean, trying not to get noticeably turned on by seeing the little lady’s tongue work through the see-through plate. “So… What now?”

“Well, we could watch a movie, talk more, or…” Lo gave Morgan a very suggestable wink, and her implication didn’t need to be said. “If you want to, that is.”

“I… I don’t know.” Morgan started to slouch a bit and look away from her date. “I mean… You are gorgeous, and I’m very attracted to you… But…” Morgan felt very vulnerable at that moment, curling up in her seat a bit. She shuddered a bit when she felt Lomasi getting up on the arm of her chair.

“Hey, you’re good. We can just sit here and talk if you want. We don’t have to get intimate if you don’t want-”

“But I do!” Lomasi jumped a bit as Morgan turned to her, the cute ginger tearing up as she looked her concerned date in the eyes. “I want to be close to someone like that again. I want sexual intimacy, but…”

“But what?”

“But what if I don’t feel like a girl? What if using… That…” She said as she pointed down to her crotch. “Makes me not feel like I’m Morgan anymore?” Saying it out loud felt different than just thinking it, just fearing it. Morgan felt like she was going to start sobbing, but then she felt Lomasi’s little hand on her shoulder and froze like a deer in headlights.

“I’m sorry.” She said while smiling kindly at Morgan. “It’s ok if your not ready for that yet. We can just watch a movie or play a two-player thing on your console. I know I don’t know you very well yet, but I think you are a wonderful woman, and I don’t want to do anything to hurt you.” Morgan grabbed up the tiny woman in a surprise hug, crying hard. Lomasi’s small hand gently pet the side of the bigger woman’s head. Helping to calm her done enough to stop crying, and after a few moments of awkward silence, let the more petite woman go.

“Better?”

“Ya…” Morgan felt so embarrassed, not even looking her date in the eye. “S-Sorry for just grabbing you up like that.”

“All good. So, you wanna go a few rounds in that fighting game David won’t shut the fuck up about?”

“Sounds good. I’ll set it up.” Morgan and Lomasi then spent the rest of the night playing some trendy fighting game. Lo had a disadvantage because the controller was too big, but Morgan had the more significant burden of being bad at fighting games. But neither of them cared. They had fun and enjoyed each other’s company. All in all, it was a perfect date.

Man, my significant other would kill me if I brought a tiny home as a pet. But I might get it worse if I shrunk them to be honest!

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@hentaihunter1 Owlton is quite the scoundrel, an’t he~? Not that it seems unwelcomed~!

Lovely story, and quite the happy ending~!

Good for her. I hope she finds a nice man who will spoil her rotten. Of course, she will have to live with the guilt of having doomed countless other women to live the rest of their lives as living toys. Hold on, I’m going to write some smut about that!

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“Knowing that all of his exes were squirming around in his swimsuit should have frightened her, but it only served to make her more aroused…”

Chapter 2 - Less Than A Pleasure To Meet You

Simon walked into the dining hall, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes just in time to see that the tinner table was held up using the gilded ribcage of some massive humanoid of unidentifiable origin.

“I hate this house so much.” He said to himself as he sat down at the head of the table. Simon was then startled by a flash of light right before him.

“TADA!” He heard one of the fairies scream. When he finally stopped seeing dots, Simon could appreciate what was before his eyes. A lovely plat with two eggs, two sausage patties, a slice of toast, and a biscuit. A small glass of orange juice, milk, and a hearty mug of coffee. All with Magdalen and Dolly standing next to various mixes, souses, and jams. “Is this to your liking, my Lord?” Dolly asked with a proud look on her face.

“I’ll have to have a taste to see.” Simon then took a bite of egg, then nodded in approval. “Excellent, my regards to the cook.”

“We will inform her after your meal,” Magdalen said. “How do you like your coffee, my Lord?”

“I can take care of that. No need to bother yourselves.” Simon said between bites of biscuit.

“You say that…” Dolly stated as she took a step toward his plate. “But we can give that little bit extra flavor.” She said as she snapped her fingers, making a flash of sparkles. She was just too adorable for Simon not to chuckle.

“Well, who am I to say no to such a generous offer? Three cubes of sugar, and some cream, if you please.” The two then got to work. Cubes of sugar sparkled as they levitated into his cub, and the saucer of cream did the same as the mother-daughter duo worked together to pour in some of the cream. Simon watched as the contents of his mug sparkled wondrously as it was magically stured. Then, with anticipation, he lifted the cup to his lips, but he spat the coffee right back out and started coughing.

“Master, are you ok!?”

cough cough "I’m -"cough “- fine… A bit on the salty side…”

“Salt?” Magdalen questioned, then a pissed expression formed on her face. “Zoe! You get out here this instant and apologize to our new Lord!” Simon was startled by the sudden outburst from the normally docile Brownie, but he was more unsettled by the wicked laughter that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere.

“Just because you popped out the brat doesn’t make you everyone’s mother, Maggy!” Said the wicked voice from everywhere. “Besides, I don’t much care for him. Liked the other guy so much bette-” Magdalen then sent a wave of sparkling light to a corner of the room, revealing the voice’s owner. Much to Simon’s horror. “Found me~.” The naked creature was a humanoid woman standing 2ft tall, covered in greenish-gray scales, with a rat-like tail, dirty short black hair, and long claws on her hands. He yelped rather pathetically when the strange creature scurried over, climbed up the back of his chair, and looked down on him with its cat-like yellow eyes.

“H-He-Hello…” He muttered quietly. Not sure if he wanted to be heard.

“Aw, what’s the matter, four-eyes, never seen a Kobalos before?” The creature laughed. “I think I might like you after all. Names Zoe, you going to finish that?” She said, pointing at his breakfast. But before he could meekly respond, she was grabbed up by Humphry. Zoe then hissed as she slashed wildly. Being held up by her tail didn’t seem to be something she enjoyed very much.

“Forgive me, my Lord,” Humphry said as he handed Simon the newspaper. “We try to keep the Goblin outside, but as you can see, it finds its way in regardless.”

“I’m a Kobalos, you racist fuck!” She screamed as she tried to get him with her claws, but missed every time. Zoe lost all air of malice and now just looked like a fussy cat on its way to the bath.

“I will return once I have evicted the vermin,” Humphry said as he walked off, Zoe hissing and madly swinging her arms as she was carried out.

“Well… I’m awake now.” Simon said as he took a drink of orange juice. Still seeming a bit frazzled, making the Brownies all the more concerned.

“Oh no, poor master,” Dolly said, looking at how stressed he had become. “Here, I’ll clean you up.” She then moved her hands up, and the fresh coffee stains sparkled before evaporating. “We should do something for him, mother, but what?” Dolly said while looking at Magdalen, wanting her to magically fix it like parents always seem to do.

“My Lord, if I may be so bold?” Simon nodded, allowing her to continue. “Perhaps you should take a bath after you’ve finished eating. The spring in your private garden can be heated by another pet that is kept there. Would that please you?”

“Yes… Yes, I have needed one of those, having done so much traveling and all.”

“Ya, I didn’t want to say anything, but-”

“Dolly! No insulting the master!”

“Sorry.”

…

Simon walked into his garden, finding the whole place an overly extravagant waste of wealth. Entire crops of exotic spices he couldn’t even name all of, and entire biomes of tiny plants on small islands between rivers erupting from a great spring at the center that could fit a dozen people, with its own little island in the center of that. The Brownies sat on each shoulder, looking very adorable.

“Yui lives on that center island in the bathing pool. She has the power to heat the water for your bath.”

“Wait, so I have to bathe in front of someone. My great uncle was a very disturbed man!”

“Indeed he was,” Magdalen said with a grim tone. “But she also had a house on the island. So she can go inside while you clean yourself.” A slight blush formed on her face before she spoke again. “Do you… Need my assistance bathing, my Lord?” Simon went red the moment he heard the question, and Dolly almost fell off his shoulder when she realized what her mother had just asked him.

“I, um… You see… Th-That will not be necessary!” Simon said a little more loudly than he intended, earning a giggle from the milf on his shoulder.

“Forgive me, my Lord. I did not mean to upset you. Have a good bath.” The two Brownies then disappeared in flashes of light. Moving down to the cavern lake, he continued across the bridge to the little island. There he found a tiny house next to some just as mini fruit trees, and on a ladder against one of those trees, a little woman, about 4inch, maybe 3inch, was picking fresh fruit.

“Um, excuse me, are you Yui? I’m saying that name right, right?” The tiny woman then looked up at him, and a rather unfriendly scowl formed on her face. She then waved him down, seems she couldn’t fly as Magdalen could. Simon then got down on all fours, getting a much better look at the unamused tiny. She had a far eastern skin tone and eye shape, wore her hair in a ponytail, and despite her robes being rather loose-fitting, he could tell she was well endowed in the places men usually prefer large and abundant.

“So, you’re the next bastard in line then?” Yui asked in a very stern tone.

“Y-Yes. I take it you are not pleased to meet me?”

“Well, at least you’re not as dense as the last creep.” Yui’s eyes then glow green for five moments, then steam starts rising from the lake, signaling that it was now hot. “Now, unless you want me to service you, I will be inside my house and try to ignore you.” She then started to walk away, looking very unamused by everything that had transpired.

“Wait.” She stopped as asked, then turned to Simon, looking very annoyed with him.

“What?”

“What did I do to deserve your scorn?” The tiny lady sighed at the question, then sat down on the tiny grass.

“I don’t hate you… I hate that you own me. Back in my village, the people your size worshiped me as the goddess I am. Why do you think all these plants that by all right should have withered and died underground thrive?” She then laid down on her front and looked up at Simon, holding her head in her hands as she did so. “Turns out the magic that keeps me prisoner here is some sort of bloodline crap. As long as you, or anyone related to you by blood, lives, I can never go home again.” Simon felt for the poor little thing, laying down on his side as he continued the conversation.

“Is there some way to break whatever magic keeps you prisoner? And is it the same magic that binds Magdalen and Dolly?” Yui seemed genuinely shocked by the question, needing a moment before responding.

“Yes… Yes, it is. And if I could just break it, I would have a long time ago.” She then rolled onto her back, scratching her chin as she thought. “I can’t leave the garden, just like the Brownies can’t leave the house. But if you bring me your great uncle’s books, anything marked with magic stuff. I might be able to figure it out, maybe?”

“Ok then,” Simon said as he nodded. “Once I’m done cleaning up and appropriately dry, I can bring them down for you.” He then stood up and started walking over to where he saw some bars of soap and scrubbing brushes. He then heard the faintest screaming from the ground. Looking over, he saw that Yui was trying to get his attention. He then crouched down to talk to her again. “Yes?”

“Why would you do that? Help me break free, and all of this will be gone.”

“Ya well, I never asked for, or earned, any of it. Plus, I feel very uncomfortable owning people, especially if you gals don’t want to be here.” Yui looked a little stunned, before bursting into hysterical laughter.

“You are nothing like the old man, are you?” Yui said as she rubbed a tear from her eye. “How about I help you bathe? I can control the water in this spring, and you won’t need a scrubby.” Simon turned red as a tomato, and tried to mutter out a response. But thankfully, Yui seemed to get what he was trying to say. “You’re right. We just met, after all. So I’ll just head back into my house. Promise not to peek!” She winked as she ran back into her home, and Simon just sat there, processing for a few moments before doing anything.

If I had a dollhouse for my little pets, then it would be for the willing ones. There are just too many structural weaknesses in a dollhouse for a clever enough tiny to exploit. So until the sweet little ladies come to understand their new living situation, they are going to be spending most of their time in either a birdcage, or my underwear~.

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Chapter 3 - Not So Lovely Stroll

Simon was going over the financial paperwork for his new estate, and it was all very piss poor. The iron mine was still more plentiful, and the trees in the valley’s forest were of higher than average density, making them profitable for lumber. What happened to cause the industry to plummet was his great uncle’s wanderlust. To pay for his ridiculous adventures, he cut the number of workers in half, gave them shit equipment to work with, and overcharged the products to the point that no one but the desperate were buying. Short-term profit, for long-term financial desolation.

“Stupid, selfish, bastard…” Simon said as he rang the bell to summon Humphry. It took a few moments for the older man to come.

“You needed something, my Lord?”

“Yes, I did, Mr. Malard. I want someone to take me about the town. I will need to mail some letters and speak directly to the mayor of Green Dail.”

“On what matters, if I may be so bold?”

“I am going to be asking for the manager of the auction house back in the city to come down and help me pick what to try and sell off first. Then, I will use the money to start the mine back up, and get a lumber yard set up. I want the mayor to be directly involved in spreading the word and helping me get people interested in working for me.”

“Oh… Jolly good, my Lord. I will see if our cook or groundskeeper can be your guide.” Humphry said as he walked out of the study. Simon then moved to his wardrobe, opened it, and looked over his clothes. He decided on a yellow suit he bearly wore, it screamed, I’m important, but not afraid to have fun. He started changing when a flash of light startled him and made him fall over.

“Ok, time to get clean-WOW!” Dolly screamed and turned away, covering her eyes. “I am so sorry for barging in on you, master! I’ll leave right now, so sorry!”

“Dolly, its fi-” Simon tried to say, but she teleported out before he could explain. “-ne. Well, this might get awkward when we talk later.”

…

The groundskeeper David was kind enough to take Simon about town, and the village was in a very sorry state. Green Dail used to be prosperous. You could tell by just how rundown it was and how many abandoned buildings there were. People were clearly struggling, proving that all his feelings for his great uncle were justified. That bastard doomed Green Dail, all so that he could play adventurer.

“Welp, those are the letters sent. Better go see the mayor.” Simon then saw it, it was only a moment, but he saw Voe. It seemed the Kobalos was not bound to the house like the others, and was stalking him. Simon then moved his hand to the gun he kept in his coat, and began to amble into the nearest ally. He spun around quickly when he heard someone behind him, pulling out his gun and not seeing who he expected.

“Ah, hell! Sorry big man! No offense, ay?” A very human mugger said as he put his knife away and ran off. But Simon didn’t have much time to stay confused as he got shoved to the ground by Voe. Who lept from the shadows and kicked him on the lower back.

“And what did you do a stupid ass thing like that for!?” The she-beast said as she hopped onto his chest.

“Why are you following me!?” He asked back, seeming to anger the little brute.

“I was covering you, because you are clearly the kind of stupid little shit that would get yourself killed by chasing a butterfly into the wrong part of town. Which, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, is all of the fucking town right now!”

“What, you are here to protect me?” Voe then sat up on his round belly and crossed her arms, pouting. Not only looking oddly cute with her bottom lip out but coincidently pressing her breasts together in an appealing way.

“Ah, right. Because I’m not allowed to be nice to anyone, right? Because I’m just a trash picker free loading where I don’t belong, right?” She bared her teeth as her tone became more and more aggressive.

“Sorry! It’s just that we didn’t really get off on a good note. And everyone back at the manor seems just to expect the worst of you.” Voe looked like she was about to have an outburst. But then seemed just to give up and lay back on him. She was resting her stinking clawed feet next to Simon’s face and laying back on his belly.

“Ya, I suppose I did kinda dig that grave for myself, didn’t I? But I’m not all bad, you know! I’m just sensitive and have trouble interacting with people healthily.”

“Why did you decide to be my bodyguard today?” Voe squirmed a bit, unintentionally kicking Simon in the face lightly. At least he hoped it was an accident. She then sifted herself to cuddle up to Simon, her chest and abdomen feeling softer than he expected as she snuggled up against him.

“Your all that’s left of him… Balin…” That was the first time in a long time Simon had heard his great uncle’s actual name said allowed. “We were thick as thieves, him and me. He always took me on his expeditions, seeing strange new places, fighting and killing things I didn’t even know existed. And sometimes during lonely nights…” Then the truly unexpected, Voe started crying into Simon’s chest, clinging to him like her life depended on it. Simon then moved his hand to start petting her hair, and despite how clear it was, she might have never washed the greasy mess. Comforting her was more important than his comfort at that moment.

“You’re safe, Voe. I’ve got you.”

“It’s just so hard hearing how everyone talks about him!” She sobbed. “Like, I know he wasn’t a good man. And some of the things we did, even I couldn’t enjoy. But he wasn’t just the monster, you know!? And you’re going to get rid of all his stuff… All those adventures we went on… All those memories… It’s like everyone just wants to forget Balin ever existed! But he mattered to me! I loved him! And you can’t just erase everything that we had! It’s wrong! I hate it! I hate you!” Voe snarled as her pupils dilated, and just when Simon thought she was going to attack, she ran instead. Simon waited for a few minutes before getting back up, and realized that he needed a new suit. The one he currently wore was covered in monster-girl grease and tears, as well as ally gunk.

“Well, I guess I need to find a tailer.”

The third one sounds absolutely delightful~. Did you have any posses in mind? Because an over-the-shoulder shot of a mini-giant holding a helpless screaming woman in a way that pins her legs to her sides while he uses her like an onahole would be just spectacular~!

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Chapter 4 - A Day In Her Shoes

Dolly was doing her daily chores, using her glammer to remove dust or grime from every surface on the Grim Castle. Glammer wasn’t magic, or at least how humans understand what magic is. Dolly and her mother couldn’t control water or conduct weather-controlling rituals like Yui. They are mostly stuck with telekinesis, using their will to move objects with the same straight they would have if they were big folk. Only with time and practice could one remove stains and individual dust particles as they could. It is the mark of a true master to tare oneself apart on the molecular level, then will yourself back together somewhere else. There are legends among Brownies that some have glammer so strong they could move through objects, levitate entire houses, and teleport a dying person and put them back together perfectly healthy, even reversing the aging prosses. But Dolly’s mind was far from such nonsense, instead focusing her thoughts on her new master.

“Ok, the west wing is done!” She said to herself, her hands on her hips in proud display. “And the master is still out of the house, so I shouldn’t be seeing anything I shouldn’t when I go cleaning in his chambers.” In a moment and a flash, Dolly destroyed her physical form, gathered the invisible dust, then put herself back together on Simon’s bed. Her nose scrunched the moment the smell of it hit her.

“Well, I know what gets cleaned first!” She then began a systematic cleansing of the dirty bed. What would have taken a few hours for a maid and a washing board took Dolly ten minutes of focus and ethereal might. Dolly was not an arrogant person, but she did know why Brownies were so sought out by big-folk. They are just better at keeping things nice than any human could not to discount how hard humans work. She actually thought it was pretty cool what humans could do without glammer. When she was done with the bed, she moved on to the rest of the room, then stopped when she noticed some underwear that was not in the basket.

“A runaway, hmm?” She said playfully to herself as she sparkled down to the floor. Then she smelled it. It was a similar smell that was on the bed, but far more portent. “Ugh! Is that what man parts smell like!?” She was at first repulsed, but the more she breathed in the masculine stench, the more interested she was in it. Pulling it over with her glammer, she laid down on the crotch of the underwear. Panting hard as she felt strange things happen to her body.

“I wonder if it actually smells like this~?” Dolly moaned out as she began to rub herself against the underpants. Then, realizing just how scandalous it would be if she were caught, she teleported under the bed with the dirty thing. She then decided to have some fun, blushing hard as she used her glammer to simulate what she thought it would feel like if Simon used his massive fingers to rub her ass and hips.

"Oh, master~. How scandalous of you to just start having your way with the help~."Dolly panted as she pleased herself, using her glammer to strip herself down to nothing and float inside the stinking garment. “You wild man~. Stripping me down and shoving me down the front of your pants like this~.” The masculine musk filled her lungs as she panted, her sweat mixing with the grime, causing the pungent smell to start clinging to her body. Dolly then used her left hand to begin massaging her own breasts and her right to rub her clit. “Have you no shame, Lord Bell~!?” She moaned out as she masturbated. She was able to keep her thumb on her clit while she moved two of her fingers into herself, Dolly couldn’t get too deep like this, but she was able to keep rubbing the clit while fingering herself. “You perverted little man~! Molesting an innocent virgin like this~! You delightfully thuggish beast~!” Dolly screamed as she began to please herself more roughly, faster, harder, deeper, until at last she came. She lay limply inside the dirty underwear, breathing deeply of the man-stink as she cuddled up to the mast rancid part of it.

“I wonder if my first time will be this good… I wonder who it will be with…” Dolly muttered to herself. She spent a few moments recuperating before cleaning herself and returning to work.

…

By all rights, Yui shouldn’t have been able to hear the Brownie girl pleasing herself, and she did her best to ignore it.

“Pervert,” Yui said dismissively, using a massive poll to turn the page of the book she was reading. Of course, the mini-goddess pride would never let her say it out loud, but she was somewhat jealous of the house fairies. They would just wave their hands and move things like the bigger mortals, while despite having the actual power to control the weather, Yui has to use tools just to turn the pages of a book.

“Fuck I really need a promotion!” She said to herself, cursing how her position determined her form. The Devine Bearocracy, the government of the gods in her homeland, gave every god and goddess under their control a role in the functioning of the universe. Yui was a part of the Holy Department of Water Flow and Bountie. Under Devin law, all water was contractually obligated to bend and shape to her will, as well as all water-based weather phenomena. Now, if she were given dominion of a lake or prominent river, she would have been at or near human size, a portion of the ocean, she would have been massive. But being the low-level local goddess of a mountain spring that only supplied a small village, she was bite-sized.

“This is all Ai’s falt! If my bitch sister didn’t sabotage my interview, I would be running the water supply of a significant triad city by now! Not heating the bath water of some western pigs and his bloodline!” She screamed as she shook her fists to the sky. “It will take me thousands of yours to walk off this humiliation! I’ll be lucky to have dominion over a swear when I report back to my superiors!” She fumed with rage before drifting into melancholy.

“If I can get out of here…” Said half-whimpered. The more books she burned through, the more it seemed like the only way she would become free was if she somehow wiped out the entire Bell bloodline. And she suspected that Simon would not be open to that as an option. She remembered when she wanted a break from the oppressive tyranny of the Bearocrasy, to see the world and meet new people. But at that moment, she wanted nothing more than to be back in her middle-of-nowhere town, praised for every minor bit of good fortune some patty farmer experienced, and showered with gifts to revers and bad luck. It was a pathetic little domain, but at least she was a queen there.

“No!” Yui scolded herself. “I will be free, reclaim my realm, and leave nothing but drought and famine when I leave this cursed land!” She growled as she used the poll to turn to the next page. But then thought on it a bit. Did she want to punish everyone for the sins of one man? A week ago, she would have said yes without question, but then Simon Bell walked into her life.

“Maybe I’ll spare the valley if he asks me. Or if he agrees to be my consort, would he be a good consort? He’s not exactly the standard definition of male beauty, round gut, mousy glasses, a little short for a human.” Yui said dismissively, then started rubbing her chin as she mulled it over. “But he did bring me the books that might hold the key to my freedom… And he seems uncomfortable in his Lordly role… Perhaps he would be more comfortable serving me?” Then a truly evil grin formed on her face. “And it would be so sweet to own the descendant of the arrogant mortal that thought to take possession of a goddess! That settles it! When I am free, I will claim him as my own… If he’s ok with it, I’m not a rapist after all.” Yui said as she continued her reading, then went wide-eyed as she spotted something.

“Well… This makes things more complicated.”

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((This part has some minor gore, I couldn’t fit all the tags I wanted, so here is the warning. Skip to the next bit if minor gore is too much.))

Voe ran and didn’t stop running until her feet hurt too much to keep running. Then, using her ability to turn invisible, she curled up in a garbage can and wept.

“Fuck!” Voe screamed to no one in particular. “Why did I say that to him!?” Voe said as she pulled on her hair. “I just want things to go back to the way it was! I want Balin back!” She screamed in a haunting, echoing voice that she had when invisible. Voe and Balin had a very complicated relationship. Some days, she was just his hunting dog others, she was a sympathetic companion for him to confide in, and others still, she was just a hole for him to use as stress relief. And as clearly toxic as it was, she loved it and him. Balin was like one of the Dark Lords of old, a ruthless killer, and an all-consuming force of conquest and destruction. Serving as his hound, thief, assassin, whore, it just felt right to Voe. Anything he wanted, he took, from minor trinkets to the most treasured relics. Food, treasure, a woman’s body, even literal dirt once, he wanted it, so it was his. And now he’s gone, and only Voe seemed to care. That is what hurts most.

“How am I supposed to endure your absence, my Lord?” Voe whimpered. A lost little monster, unsure about what to do without someone to tell her what to do. Then she heard the tell tail sound of someone trying to scream through a gag. She peeked out from her garbage can, then she saw it. A Fairy, one of the ones with butterfly wings, was being bound by a Drider. From the angle of the future meal, it seems she was trying to save some pixies from the web and then got ambushed. Voe thought about just watching the dumb bitch get digested alive from the inside out and slurped up by the Drider. But she felt like being more hands-on, crawling up the wall and only allowing herself to be seen when she grabbed up the Drider in her claws.

“What the!? Hey, drop me right now, cunt! Or you’re going to get bit!” The three-inch little spider woman screeched as she writhed in Voe’s grasp.

“I’m immune to most venom. Also, you should know that this isn’t about. I’m just having a bad day.” Voe didn’t even let the little thing in her claws respond before she got to work. Grabbing onto one of her wiggling little spider legs and ripping it off. The screaming of the helpless creature put a smile on Voe’s face, reminding her of better days. She took her time taring the little woman to pieces, she begged and pleaded naturally, but the Kobalos didn’t pay attention, focusing on that her victim was screaming rather than what she was screaming. By the time she was done ripping legs off, the itsy bitsy spire had died of blood loss, so she had tossed the limp corpse into her mouth and ate it. She then turned her attention to the fairy and pixies on the web. They trembled before her, wide-eyed in terror. She grabbed up the fairy. She was of similar size to the Drider she just killed, her arms and wings bound tightly against her body, but her legs were still free from webbing. She then used her free hand to remove the webbing from the mouth of the little thing.

“By the king’s gilded antlers, please don’t hurt me!” Was the first thing the fairy said to her rescuer, hearing a laugh from the she-beast.

“Do you say that to everyone who saves your life?” Voe said in a mocking tone. “How ungrateful. Maybe I should leave you here to starve to death, bound and helpless.” The Kobalos laughed, earning a few tears from the tiny woman wiggling in her grasp. But then the fairy froze as stiff as stone when Voe’s thumb started rubbing her little tits. “But I think I know just how you can thank me~.”

“I-If it earns my freedom… So b-be it…”

“Don’t be such a dower flower~. I intend to make this pleasurable for you too, my cute little playmate~.” Voe teased as she moved the fairy’s lower half up to her mouth. Her razor-sharp teeth grazed the soft, delicate flesh of the scared little thing, making her shack in pure terror as her waist passed the lips of the monster holding her. She forced the fairies legs to spread inside of her mouth, her tiny knees pressing against Voe’s inner cheeks as the larger woman slobbered and sucked on the little one’s lower half. Half-hearted panting came from the fairy’s lips, then a deep gasp as the monstrously sized tongue roughly slithered inside her womanhood. Voe moaned as she savored the taste of the tiny bitches deepest depths, the feeling of the oversized tongue wildly writhing inside her made the fairy twitch and spasm from the intense sensation. Even when the poor little thing did cum, Voe didn’t stop until she got a second orgasm out of the little woman. Puling the fairy’s lower half out of her mouth, Voe giggled at the minor scratches her teeth made on the fairy’s thighs, a little memento for the little one, if she survives what happens next.

“Did someone enjoy herself~?” Voe asked in a mocking tone.

“I-If under less… pant Less stressful circumstances… pant pant.” Voe then giggled and tickled at the fairy’s belly.

“See~. I told you it would be good for you~.” She then closed her free hand around the little fairy’s legs. “Now deep breath, cuz it’s my turn~!”

“What? No, no, no-” The little woman protested right before she was shoved head first right up Voe’s pussy. The Kobalos bit her lower lip as she moaned from the rough fuck she gave herself using the poor fairy as a dildo. Only pulling her out after a minute or two of use to let her get a breath, then shoved right back in. Voe crawled into the windowsill and lay under the spiderweb as she slammed the poor fairy deep and hard inside her. Then after a good fifteen minutes of it, she clenched down hard on the little woman as she came. Finally, after taking a minute to relax, Voe pulled the fairy out of her and brought he up to her face. The poor little thing was bruised all over, bearly breathing, and could hardly keep her eyes open. Voe wondered if she maybe went too far, feeling a little bad.

“So sorry, cutie. I didn’t mean to go so rough.” Voe said, trying to sound kind, but it was hard for her. “Here, let me get that webbing off.” The poor fairy was then shoved head first into the Kobalos’s mouth, only her waist and legs stuck out of Voe’s mouth. The poor little fairy was face to face with the bigger woman’s gullet as she gulped down the web that was clinging to her body. And just when she thought she was next to be swallowed, she was spat out with enough force to land right on Voe’s belly. “I’ll just lay here until you recover enough to fly off on your own.”

“How… pant pant Kind of you…”

“Ya, I do that sometimes,” Voe said smugly before belching.

…

Magdalen did her job, the same job she had been doing for over twenty years. Well, not everything she had been doing for all that time. Dusting, polishing, dishes, whatever needed cleaning, sure. But her new Lord didn’t seem interested in having his way with her, or thankfully Dolly. Not that he isn’t attracted to her or the others, she can clearly tell he was. He just seemed not to want to take advantage of the women in the manor. Ironically, that charming attitude was just what made Magdalen ok with the idea of him having her like that. Humphry then walked up to her with a checklist in hand.

“Good day, Mis. Magdalen. Have your duties been performed to the usual standard?”

“Good day, Humphry.” The use of his first name casually made the old man brustle a bit, amusing the Brownie to no end. “Yes, I have fulfilled all that is required of me this day.”

“Good, good…” Humphry then started checking boxes on his list. “Did the young Lord… That is to say… Have you-”

“No, Humphry, he hasn’t asked for anything other than the one kiss I gave him a few days ago.” The old man then got quite flustered, amusing Magdalen even more so.

“I don’t mean to be nosey…”

“It’s more than ok. I’m confused as well.” She said as she leaned against a wall of sparkles and floated next to Humphry as she continued speaking. “Not that he isn’t into women or anything, he’s just… Not taking anything I offer.”

“Very well… But if he does start being… Less than gentlemanly… You will tell me, right?” Magdalen smiled, floating over to sit on Humphry’s finger when he offered it.

“Still trying to protect me, Duck Boy?” He chuckled at her using his old nickname. Humphry then moved a finger to her cheek, and she leaned into it.

“I’m only sorry I couldn’t have done more over the years.” The one-eyed elder said as he brought Magdalen up to his lips. His lips were gentle on her face, it took a few years of practice for them to master kissing a tiny woman, but he got it down by that point. “And you’re sure that nothing has happened to Dolly yet?”

“Her maidenhood is still intact. Never fear. I trust Simon not to take it by force.”

“I worry so much for that girl. I don’t think I could love her more if she were my own doughtier.” The old man said as he walked.

“And what makes you think your not? Ask her yourself if you like. You have bin the biggest male remodel in her life.” Magdalen then moved up to hug his cheek. “And if I had my pick of masters, we both know it would have been you rather than Balin.” He then moved a hand to return her hug, chuckling a bit as he did.

“Oh, trust me, if I could still get stiff down there, I’d show you just how far that mentality would take you~.”

“Oh realy~?” Magdalen said as she tapped the tip of his nose. “You know, my glammer might be able to help with that~. If your willing to let me try, Duck Boy~.”

“If you insist, Sparkles~.” He said in a little bit deeper voice. Moving his finger to start provocatively petting her spine and making Magdalen moan as she rubbed up against Humphry’s cheek.

“EW!” Dolly said as she saw the very public display of affection performed by her elders. “Could you two go to his room or something for that!?”

“What’s that, dear? Get naked and do it right here? Well, normally, I would say no, but if you insi-”

“No! No! No! NO!” Dolly then teleported away in quite a hurry.

“Now that was just mean, Magdalen.”

“True, but she could have just teleported away and not make a sean of it. Now, how about we go to your room and see what we can do~?”

My ideal tiny would have to be a grumpy slut, or a scared little prisoner just trying her best not to anger me~.

And for size, I’d have to say either 2-ft to 5 or 4-inch~.

The reason I picked those personalities is that I think those would be the cutest kinds of tinies to have. One would be like a proud little kitten, assertive and confrontational until you feed or start petting her, then she’s all yours~. The other would be the best for a power trip, they know that they only live based on you’re whims, and that is terrifying for them, but arousing for me~.