by HHunter1 » Thu Mar 31, 2022 10:32 pm
Man this writer's block like state I've been in lately has really delaying things. Finally finished a new chapter for this one. As usual for this one, and hopefully kick my imagination flowing. If there is a character's side story you'd like me to include let me know.
Chapter 11: Friday
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Tim awoke and was happy to see his collection of mini Latina beauties were already up and waiting for him cowering together. Of course if he actually set up the furniture for their cage they might have somewhere else to hang out besides their foam pad of a bed.
"Now if you girls pretend to like touching my junk I might give you more things to sit on. What do you say, grind your bodies against my penis for say a couch and TV?" Tim sees if he could bribe some service from his sexy pets.
To his surprise they all looked at each other then back to him and nodded. Seems a few days just living trapped in a cage had made them desperate for a little entertainment.
"Fine, strip." he tested this agreement.
His dick got hard as all four slowly started stripping off their skimpy PJs. He was tempted to order them to hurry up, then remembered he was up early. So he let himself savor them exposing their boobs and pussies.
Once naked he opened his cage. Greedily his hands reached in. Jenna and the reddish haired one in one hand. The one with long black hair and the short lighter brown haired one in the other. Reluctantly they were placed on his bed long enough for him to drop his shorts and get comfortable.
He picked up the short haired one. "You start on that side of my dick." he said, placing her down. Oh the disgusted face she made just made it better when she cuddled along his length and began humping his dick.
The red haired one on the other side didn't need a command to start grinding his shaft. Tim wanted a little more than what they were giving, "No tongue no TV." They surrendered oral attention. Tim hummed in delight, it was amazing how the feeling of tiny tongue lapping his dick skin felt.
He grabbed Jenna next and placed her at the tip. She looked terrified at him and then draped herself over the end and began loving his tip.
He watched those three beauties humping at his dick. This giant king sensation would never get old. Hot legs stroking his skin. Pump little boobs rubbed into his member. Pretty faces licked and kissed his penis with sexy mouths.
He grabbed the black haired one. She was clearly so scared of him and he loved that. His finger approached and he could see she wanted to avoid it, bat it away even. Then he touched her silky skin. Firm boob under just one finger tip. He played with it, pressing it. Rolling his finger over it. Aroused, cold, maybe just from the fear raging through her body made her nipple pop up adding to his sexual amusement.
Tim stroked her cheek, she was so hot looking. Hot and helpless in his hands. He slipped his touch down her body, over her boobs again then to her hip. His finger and thumb pressed the sides of her amazing leg. He slid his touch down and then up her sexy limb. Turning his hand to fondle the ass cheek at the top of her leg.
He gave her exposed pussy a poke, oh she didn't like that. He pressed again and gave it a real feel. She gasped in discomfort. She might not like him touching her there, but she also could stop him from doing it. She couldn't tell him no. It was her body, she was too small. And she was his to play with.
Tim didn't know if it was the sensations from three sexy mini bodies humping his dick or just a cruel want. All he knew was he wanted to lick that mocha skinned beauty, so he did. Not once either, over and over. Her bare skin felt amazing on his tongue. She whimpered in an exciting way as he sucked on her tits. Best, he didn't have to be careful of his spit. No, part of the appeal was slobbering all over that Latina doll.
Excitement and sensations combined and he grunted. His cum was pumping and knocked Jenna back on her calves. Thick white gop spattering messily on her great boobs. It wasn't so bad to wake up early in the mornings for school now.
Red and Short were pressed into Jenna's messy front and he took them and placed them in their home. Shutting them in. The black haired one said in her sexy accent, "The TV and couch?"
He looked at her and decided to have a little more fun, "Since you couldn't wait till I got cleaned up after my fun you will only get one, maybe. But you have to wait till right before I head to school."
He did his morning routine wondering which he would leave them with. This brightened his day more. Simple things he controlled over them like seats and TVs. Anything they wanted was his whim to give to them or not. And now he knew they would perform for him if he bribed them with such rewards.
He walked into the room. They too must have showered after his fun as they all stood wrapped in towels with those towel turbans going. He reached into the bag holding the furniture for the cage, "Which hand?" He taunted.
They looked at the black haired one. She must have been their leader somehow. He would have thought they would have been mad at her for losing one of their wants they worked for, but they looked more worried about talking to him. She looked troubled then clearly guessed, "Right?"
He lifted the box, "Couch it is." he mocked. They looked disappointed. It was so easy to assemble, really just screwing in its little legs. "Enjoy." he taunted more as he placed it in with them. They walked around like he gave them a new car. Rubbing the seat and looking so small enjoying that meager reward.
Tim left his house and was met at his door by Peter, "The girls aren't walking with us today. '' he said as Tim approached.
"Why not?" Tim asked. He wanted to see Melissia. Though their agreement yesterday made him a little relieved as well.
"We need to talk to Bill about constantly fighting with his sister." Peter explained.
"Oh, you think that will fix anything?" Tim questioned as they started towards their usual meeting place.
Peter shrugged, "The girls are going to talk to Melissia. Maybe if they both understand the stress it's causing they will stop bickering."
"They have been fighting their whole lives, do you really think one talk each will help?" Tim countered.
"A start maybe." Peter was unusually optimistic.
"Hey guys." Mark greeted them. Tim could see he was missing Peyton. They were getting close fast.
"Hey Mark," they both replied.
"Guys, wait up." Bill called out. He rushed to get to them, "Man Tim you had me worried. But then I heard you broke up with Melissa and I was happy to know you came back to your senses. '' he said confidently.
"What, you broke up?" Mark said disappointed.
"Well, they weren't really together, don't worry buddy. I have your back. We'll find you a real girlfriend." Bill was eagerly supportive.
"We had a fight, did she think we broke up?" Tim was confused.
"Well, she was crying on mom's shoulder and said you told her dance was stupid so I figured." Bill explained.
"Really, her main hobby is stupid? Your going to be single your whole life with talk like that." Peter scolded.
"She said D&D was useless. I just pointed out that dance was as well." Tim could hear him failing to defend himself as he said the words.
"Gah, now what are we going to do? This was supposed to be us stopping Bill from being a jerk and now you're being a jerk. No offense Bill." Mark explained.
"What, he's right dance is stupid. Wait, how am I a jerk?" Bill interjected.
"Constantly fighting with Melissia." Peter explained.
"I don't constantly fight with Melissia. She is always starting fights with me." Bill countered.
"Look, this could be a problem. The girls are not going to want to do things without Melissia." Peter ignored Bill.
"So, no big deal." Bill waived that point off.
"No girls means no us doing things like movies and such with them. No dates with Aoi for you." Peter explained the dilemma.
"Oh, don't they have another friend Tim could date? Maybe we could get them to hang out with Vivian? She's cute with black hair." Bill suggested.
"I could ask Peyton?" Mark said with a timid shrug.
"If that doesn't work do they get to suggest a replacement for us for Tim?" Peter made a point.
One Bill missed, "No, that would be stupid we all have been friends for years.
"Look, we had a fight. It will happen. We are supposed to talk today. Everything could just blow over." Tim hopped out loud. That and arriving at school ended the debate.
The good start of the day was lessened by morning at school. Nothing bad, just school really. Tim just rather be learning magic from Mr. Foreman. Or honestly, playing with his pets more. He was glad Mr. Foreman gave him that lesson with the tea, when his mind got distracted he found focusing on a small aspect like what the teacher was saying helped him not imagine tiny beauties crawling along his dick.
Tim saw Melissia on his way to the cafeteria for lunch. He couldn't tell if she was mad or sad as her expression seemed to express both. What he knew was the girls wouldn't join them for lunch.
He sat at the table. It was amusing how Mark and Peyton sat so they could look at each other from across the room. Tim found he even liked how they kept sending each other little messages in waves and winks. Mark gave the short haired blond another wave and noted, "So Melissia is not ready to talk with you yet?"
"You tell me, you have more inside knowledge than I do." Tim said a little harshly. Adding with a sigh, "Sorry, didn't mean to get mad at you."
"I understand." Mark noted.
"You think the girls will not want to do things with you guys because of me?" Tim worried for his friend's happiness.
"As a group maybe. But I'm certain Peyton and I will continue to date. And don't tell Peter but Felicity has the hots for him." Mark shared a clear secret.
"So I got thinking during math." Bill told of his arrival.
"About fixing the fight between Tim and Melissa?" Mark asked.
Bill looked confused, "Oh no, that's not important I decided. Tim's a great guy, he'll just get a real girlfriend. No this weekend."
"What about the weekend?" Peter asked, sitting down.
"Well, if it's OK with Mark's mom. Since we are helping Mr. Foreman Saturday, I thought we could then bring our pets over and have a sleepover. Then all day D&D on Sunday with sexy minis." Bill explained his idea.
"So, like all our tiny women at one place?" Peter asked.
"Yeah, then we could swap around and make them play games and things?" Bill suggested.
The idea of having access to a few of their pets like Mrs. Bell or Ms. Vale did have an appeal to it, Tim thought as Mark nodded saying, "I could ask."
"Well, go ahead." Bill insisted.
"Right, I could just text and ask." Mark noted.
"Anyone else notice we seemed to almost forget we had phones since Halloween?" Peter noted.
"Yeah, besides texting with Aoi I have hardly used mine this week." Bill said with a shrug.
"Maybe we have had tiny distractions." Tim taunted. They snickered at the slight joke, then nodded in agreement.
"Mom says she's OK with that, oh, if." Mark said.
"If? If what?" Bill wondered.
"Guys, well. You know how we like to play with our new pets. Well, so does my mom." Mark started.
"You mom has a penis?" Bill missed his point.
"No, but she likes to make them touch her down there." Mark was clearly uncomfortable.
Tim cringed at that mental image, Mark's rotund mother was not appealing to his mind. Bill oddly just nodded and confessed, "Yeah, my dad likes to play with them too. The other night we cam all over my Asian using Helen and Donna to get ourselves off."
"Dad sees them as little women, but still doesn't seem to get past things." Peter sighed.
Bill grabbed his shoulder. Oddly supportive of him this lunch he suggested, "Maybe you just need the right tiny woman?"
"Maybe." Peter faked a smile at Bill's effort.
"No, really. Just find out who he really likes. Then when Mr. Foreman is reaching in for your reward think of her and boom, there she'll be." Bill advised.
"Really?" Peter questioned.
"Yeah, I have it down pat after Wednesday." Bill said proudly.
"Hey, if you find a couple ladies he likes I'd be willing to think of one to help you out." Mark offered.
"Really, you'd give up your reward to help my dad?" Peter looked like he was about to cry.
Tim noted, "Yes."
"Of course." Mark replied.
Even Bill said, "Man, if it gets him off the booze I'll do that."
"Thanks guys." Peter shuttered.
Tim could see Peter wanted the focus off him as he gathered himself. Crying in the middle of the cafeteria wouldn't be a good look. "Guys, my parents see my little ladies as rats or something." This wonder was floating at the edges of his mind.
Bill nodded, "So do my mom and sisters. Must be part of whatever Mr. Foreman does to make them small."
"Peyton sees them a little women." Mark blurted out then covered his mouth and hid his head down.
"Wait, what?" Peter was distracted from their offer.
"Nothing." Mark answered.
"But, you have her mom?" Bill sounded worried.
Mark's cheeks suddenly grew bright pink. "Oh what happened?" Bill eagerly requested.
"Nothing." was Mark's response.
"No really." Now Peter pushed.
"Nothing." Mark's cheeks could light the entire room at this point.
"Guys, leave it. More importantly, she will not tell anyone what she saw?" Tim inquired.
"No, she promises." Mark still couldn't look up.
"Are you sure?" Bill suddenly realized the danger.
Mark nodded while nibbling his sandwich. "I hope not." Tim worried aloud.
Peter sounded worried too but said, "Distraction, what should we plan for Saturday night? Games, movies, fun things to do with our new little beauties?"
"Board games making them move the pieces would be fun?" Bill said, giving Peyton a sideways look.
"What outfits you guys have, maybe we could dress them alike or something?" Peter asked while also looking over at the blond too.
"Oh we could play strip poker only making them strip." Bill suggested.
Tim looked at his friend, "I don't actually know how to play poker, do you?"
"Well, cards and huh. No." Bill confessed.
"I know it's a kids game but watching them play and move the Trouble pieces could be fun." Peter suggested.
"That might be a good way to pick who gets to play with who for the night. Winner picks first and so on." Tim said thinking out loud.
"But by Saturday night we'll have eighteen, that doesn't divide evenly." Bill advised.
"We could pick two, say Ms. Vale and Mrs. Bell as, I don't know, targets or prizes for other games." Mark proposed.
"That would be a good idea. I don't want to play Trouble over and over." Bill stated firmly.
"We need more games, Risk and Yahtzee takes too long. Clue wouldn't translate well." Peter mused.
"We can talk about this later, lunch is almost done. I have a suggestion about outfits." Bill advised.
"What?" Mark requested.
"We go to that cool store and buy some together. That way we can pick a color and have them in matching costumes or something." Bill prompted.
"I don't know, that takes money." Peter pointed out.
"Just ask your dad, I know mine will love new outfits to take off Helen or Donna." Bill shared.
"My parents likely won't give me money for that either." Tim backed Peter.
"Mom might, I'm not sure." Mark said with a worried sigh.
"Just ask after school. Worse, we go for a bike ride later and plan out outfits for later nights." Bill hinted. He clearly wanted to revisit the store.
"Yeah, I wouldn't mind visiting the store. I'll ask dad. After school." Peter accepted.
"Fine, sure. Will be fun to go for a drive." Tim added his vote.
"Yeah, at least one more ride before it gets too cold for bikes." Mark agreed.
"OK, then we walk our girls home, sorry Tim, most of us do anyway. Drop off our bookbags. Then meet at the park and wheel over. Good?" Bill looked to confirm. Which they did.
The afternoon dragged through. Learning about real magic and fairy sized beauties to play with made English and Physics seem boring to Tim's teenaged mind. Add to that the looming worry about possibly talking to Melissia after school made it hard to pay attention. Oh what would he say to the black haired cute girl.
The last bell made him sigh in relief of his boredom. But he was hardly out of his last class when the anxiety of teenage romance hit him hard. Would she even want to talk to him after they fought yesterday? Would she attack D&D again? Should he point out the failing in her own hobbies again? Did he even want to date someone right now with all the Mr. Foreman stuff happening.
He watched his friends leave with their paired lady. Peyton hugging Mark's arm. Their height difference was almost comical. Peter took Felicity's hand and they both blushed. Too shy to talk to each other while they were connected, too fond of each other to let go. Bill managed to find his better gentleman and took little Aoi's books today. Or maybe they were taking turns, that sadly was more likely with Bill. Either way it didn't stop him from doing all the talking. The little Asian girl didn't seem to mind however as she looked transfixed on her self-centered interest.
"Hey." Melissia said as she came close.
"Hey." Tim replied.
"About yesterday.'' They both started then stopped to allow the other to speak. Then seeing they were not speaking the both again started with, "Look I'm." then stopped again. Their opposite didn't speak so they both clearly thought they should go with, "I just think." then stopped.
"Go ahead." Tim requested.
"I, I'm sorry." Melissia said.
"That's OK. I am too. I was a bit mean about dance." Tim replied.
Melissia looked sad, "No, not that. I think dating you while you're Bill's friend, playing silly games won't be good for me. I like you, a lot. But I think you're not what I want for a boyfriend right now. I didn't tell my friends I was doing this. I will later. Didn't want to ruin their walks home."
"But, it was just a fight." Tim mumbled.
"Yeah, but you compared D&D to dance like they were equal. And, well, clearly they are not. So, maybe some time later if you grow up more. But I want a guy that is mature, not still playing with little plastic figures and funny shaped dice. Sorry Tim." Melissia said with tears starting to slip down her cheeks.
"I understand." Tim wanted to say more. But what could he say? She wouldn't accept D&D and so decided not to accept him. He didn't see what would fix that or do more than be lashing out.
Melissia stepped closer and Tim was certain she was thinking of hugging him. Then she shuttered and turned away heading to her home. He bit his lip to try not to be seen crying at school. He turned to walk around the block the long way. Otherwise he would have been right behind her for most of his walk home. The downfall of living so close.
He got home and dropped off his books. "What's wrong honey?" his mom asked.
"Oh, a girl I like doesn't like D&D and decided not to like me because of that." he heard his voice crack.
"Oh, my poor boy." she sighed and hugged him. As old as he was he still found a good mom hug helped ease some pains.
"Thanks mom." he sighed, absorbing the affection.
"You want some grilled cheese and tomato?" she offered him some comfort food.
He shook his head. "No, I'm supposed to meet the guys and head to that pet store. I couldn't borrow a few bucks could I?"
She smiled at him, "OK, not a lot but some." She then slit her eyes and advised, "You better not get your heart broken every time you want to go to that store."
"No, I promise. Besides I think I'll not bother with girls for a while." he confessed.
She snickered, "Tim my son as your mother, I would love to not have to worry about you and girls. But as someone that knows, that's not how the real world works. You'll end up thinking about a new pretty girl sooner than you'd expect."
"If you say so mom," he agreed. Getting his hair messed. This drew a smile to his face.
Tim went into his room and placed his backpack by his desk. He looked over at his cage. He cherished how the little ladies trembled at his mere presence. It made Tim wonder when he'd be able to cast the spell that made them that way himself. He fought the urge to play with them however. He figures he might have time with his friends walking girlfriends. However he wanted to take the time to savor them the next time he enjoyed them.
Tim gathered his saved allowance and went outside. Taking his bike from the garage he drove to the park to meet his friends. Bill arrived first, he slipped off his bike and rushed over to Tim. Tim was not expecting his friend to hug him, "Man I'm sorry. Don't worry you'll find a better girlfriend than my bitch sister."
"You know I'm OK with it right? I'm not mad at Melissia." Tim advised his friend.
Bill held him by his shoulders. "Yeah, sure you are. Sure you are."
"Oh hey, how is Tim?" Peter's voice requested.
"He's in denial. But I think he'll get over her in time." Bill gives his opinion.
"Don't worry buddy. You're a great guy, I'm sure you're going to find a girl soon too." Peter gave his support.
"Hey guys." Tim was happy to hear Mark arrive. He hoped that meant they would be on their way soon and he'd get a little less support.
"Hey, did you hear what my sister did?" Bill requested.
"Yeah, Payton shared the info." Mark sighed, and Tim found his big friend wrapping his arm around his shoulders and giving him a supportive squeeze.
"Well, thanks guys. Glad to know I can count on you. Everyone ready to head to the store now?" Tim hoped to remind them of the reason for their gathering.
"Yeah, sorry guys but I'm not likely going to be able to buy all my, ahh. Hey, what should we call them in public." Peter inquired.
"Minis?" Mark suggested.
Bill shook his head, "No, pets, less gaming material sounding."
"Well either way, I don't have much to buy new costumes for mine." Peter advises.
"That's alright. Maybe it'll give us ideas for when you do." Tim suggested.
They hopped on their bikes and headed to that questionable area strip mall. Tim just couldn't not see the double image that was both the empty storefront and the tiny people shop. Just as he's thinking he wished there was a place to lock their bikes up, a rack seemed to grow from the very concrete before the store. Both there and not as the shop it sat before.
They locked up their bikes and Tim could see from the expression on Mark's face that he wasn't the only one having slight confusion with the dual status of this establishment. Peter and Bill however clearly had no recognition of the duality.
The skin buzzing feeling electrified his skin. Tim's nose was delighted by the scent of freshly baked gingerbread. He could hear his friends breathing deep through their noses as they too enjoyed the greeting aura. Even with all the unnatural state of this place it still felt welcoming.
"Oh hello Boys," Ms. Gale greeted them as well from a pile of cardboard boxes.
"Hello Ms. Gale." they all say in unison.
The old woman poked her head out from behind the pile of boxes. "Sorry I can't show you about. But as you can see I'm up to my eyebrows with this delivery." She noted cheerfully. Then Tim heard the lure, "Hey, how would you boys like to earn a few outfits for your little pretties while helping a poor old lady get some stock out?"
"Hey, that's great. If we help Ms. Gale, we might be able to get the outfits we want for free." Bill suggests.
"Yeah, let's do it." Peter agrees.
Tim shrugs and lets the sweet woman know, "Sure Ms. Gale. We'll help you."
As his friends happily put away the miniature items Tim took at opportunity to get Ms. Gale away from the group. "Why do you have so many things for just us?"
She winked at him, "I sell to more than you and yours. You think the projection only shows in one spot?"
"Wait, there are more kids with tiny ladies?" He gasped.
"Some kids, some adults. Some have tiny women, some have tiny men. One young lady likes to collect tiny animals. Hence all the little zoo-like cages." Ms. Gale responds.
"So, there are more that do this?" Tim inquired.
"Did you think Mr. Foreman and myself were the last of mages? No sweet boy. You're being brought into a larger world. The apprentice of a respected elder, but don't you call him old." she advised with a playful wink.
He found himself excited. A chance to meet other wizards. Maybe make friends from around the world that could twist energies he's just started noticing all around him. An insight he just realized he was having. "Do they shop here often?"
"Oh, a few times a week really. Most don't keep many mini people. A side entertainment to occasionally distract themselves from sometimes draining studies and work." Ms. Gale explained.
"Oh, suppose." Tim worried. Draining studies took the fun out of the idea of learning real magic.
Ms. Gale's finger hooked his chin and lifted his head, "Buck up Tim. Mr. Foreman knows all the best teaching techniques. You'll learn much easier than many other young magically touched. And when you get to the point of your own research you'll know what to look for and what to focus on. You will find through Mr. Foreman's methods you'll actually delight in study. He does."
"Thanks Ms. Gale." he accepted the older woman knew what she was talking about.
Suddenly she was offering him a cookie, "Your welcome Tim. Now go help your friend Peter. He's having a bit of trouble over in the play dioramas."
"OK." Tim takes the cookie and rushes over. Peter is there, staring at a doll house. The family displayed were dolls, as were the human figures on all the other playsets in this aisle. Though Tim knew what the real use was for the items inside. It wasn't that however that was Peter's focus from his expression. The mother and father dolls hugging behind the kid dolls, that seem to trigger something in his friend. His eyes were clearly struggling not to trickle tears.
"Hey Peter, you need a hand?" Tim asks softly. His worries taking away his volume.
Peter's hand wipes his eyes, "Oh ahh. Yeah, I just got distracted by that set. Man wouldn't it be fun to own a couple of these to play with our girls with."
Tim wanted to go with the attempted distraction. Peter had been ignoring the pain of his mother's abandonment since she ran off with that other man. It would be so easy to let him continue. But easy wasn't usually the best path when helping a friend. "No, Peter. What is it really? You can talk to me."
Peter looked at him and gave a sad smile, "She just disappeared. I went to school that day and came home to her just being gone. All her clothes and knickknacks. Those were the things she wanted. Not me. Leaving dad, already wounded, and taking his hope and drive. She took old frames but not one picture. Not of us, not of me. I just don't understand that."
Tim was reminded of his friend's strength. This release would have broken him, but Peter stood tall. Yes, his eyes were wet and his breath shuttered. His head however, held high. Shoulders back and his feet firm. "She is wrong. She made a great mistake. You are a great friend and I am glad to know you. And your dad still has hope, you. Yes he's struggling, let he finds strength when he's doing something for his son. And I think he just needs time and he'll remember who he really is and you two will both be whole again."
Peter sighed heavily. "OK, if you think that."
"Yeah, you're too good for that bitch." Bill cheered in his point.
Peter turned and there was the rough edged friend. Standing behind him was Mark's head almost over Bill, looking to be near supportive tears himself. "You need our help?" The robust friend offered.
"You're already doing it. Thanks." Peter says with an unstable tone.
They surround their hurting friend. Hugging him and seemingly holding him up. They stood there for a few minutes. "OK, I'm good." he told them and they stepped back nodding in agreement of support.
"You boys ready for a cookie break?" Ms. Gale calls over from a back corner of the store. Giving them the exit they needed since none knew where to go from here.
They marched over and found all their favorite cookies waiting for them. Perfectly cool milk washes the treats down. The chocolate was rich. The ginger was almost warming. The shortbread melted in their mouths. The sweets ease their worry for their friend. The milk cooled that uncertainty. Their mutual support however was still strong.
As if she could read their stomachs, just as they were finished with the cookies and milk Ms. Gale suggests, "Well, as much as I'm enjoying the company. It is getting late in the afternoon, you boys should probably pick out your payments and head on home."
"Yes Ms. Gale." Mark answered for them.
Peter looked at her and asked, "Ms. Gale, is the store possibly looking for staff?"
"Well Peter, I'll think on it." She said with a clear look of consideration.
"Well, I'd rather think about what we are going to dress our pets in tomorrow." Bill gleefully advised. Standing and heading towards the clothes pegs.
They all scan the outfits. Many a tempting ideas are discussed. Sexy Stewardesses, naughty nurses, skimpy school uniforms, spicy cheer uniforms, and teasing police uniforms all draw their imaginations.
"Oh, what about these ones?" Peter suggested holding up a one piece dress designed to resemble the mini skirted dresses on the original Star Trek. Knee high boots and leg displaying hosiery.
"Man, they would look good on them won't they." Mark agreed.
"You know I am not a fan of that first show, but man I dig their lady uniforms." Bill accepted.
"Fine then, do we all pick the same color?" Tim submitted to the group.
"Naa, I want the red ones." Bill advised as he grabbed four of the crimson sexy uniforms.
"But, they are the uniforms of ones that get killed on away parties." Peter advised.
"Or fall victim to the monster of the episode. And I plan on my sexy away team to meet up with my monster on many missions." Bill crudely explained.
"Well, anyone mind if I pick blue then?" Peter requested.
"Sure I'll take yellow." Mark advised.
Tim grabbed his pick noting, "Fine, I'll make mine wear the pink ones."
"You know pink isn't an official uniform color." Peter advised.
"He knows, it's not like we will be having them reenact scenes or something. No, their missions will have them encounter giants and other fun ways to take their uniforms off them." Bill pointed out.
Peter shrugged, "Yeah, I suppose so."
"Hey, since we're getting the outfits for free. Why don't we pick up a little extra fun." Bill suggested.
"What?" Mark asked.
Bill grabbed what looked like a nerf rifle off a wall. "Lets each get one of these."
"I don't know. I don't want to hurt my pets." Mark worried.
"Right there in the bright gold circle, Guaranteed not to injure your targets. Think how fun it'll be having them run about the table as we take pop shots at them. We could even make them take a piece of clothing off with each hit or something." Bill was clearly excited about the idea of shooting foam darts at his pets.
Tim thought it might be something besides board games they could do. As he pulled down his pick asking, "So, have we settled on calling them pets?"
Peter shrugged and grabbed one advising, "I think it is the most understandable yet secretive thing we could call them."
"Guys, guns really?" Mark whimpered.
"Yeah, it'll be fine. Look, the store guarantees they are safe for using on our pets. Ms. Gale wouldn't say that if they weren't." Tim hinted.
"OK, but if any get hurt we stop. Promise?" Mark insisted.
"Yeah." they answered together.
As they left Bill asked, "What time are we meeting to go to Mr. Foreman's tomorrow?"
"I think we should get there about ten-ish?" Tim advised.
"Oh man, so we have to get up?" Bill complained.
His friends started to debate that idea but Tim found himself distracted. A goldish flash caught his eye and he looked. There in the store stood a girl. Blonde hair that shimmered like spun gold. A face sweeter than the cookies from earlier. Her eyes were an emerald green shade like the sun shining through shading wind dancing leaves. She was wearing a knee length blue skirt of a light material with flowers made of string sewn along the bottom. A white blouse hung lightly off her shoulders with colors sewn along the collar. She walked like she had fairy wings and she only needed to bounce on her toes to flutter across the floor. She saw him looking, at least her face stopped in his direction. Then she blushed and looked away. Peeking back at him and making his heart flutter.
"Earth to Tim!" Bill broke his trance.
"Yeah what?" Tim asked, wanting to get back to his lovely distraction.
"Guess you want to wake up to meet at ten too?" Bill asked, sounding slightly annoyed.
"Yeah yeah, sure. Any of you know that girl?" he asked looking back into the store. But that angel was gone as fast as she had appeared.
"Ms. Gale?" Peter asked, sounding slightly worried.
"No, there was this strange girl." Tim advised pressing himself against the window. But that just brought the empty storefront more into his focus.
"I don't see anyone else?" Bill noted sounding worried.
"Maybe a different customer?" Mark guessed.
"And how did she get in past us smart guy? Magic teleport from a different world?" Bill mocking teased.
Tim looked at Mark. Mark shrugged a maybe I don't know shrug. Tim went back inside and rushed up to Ms. Gale, "Is that girl still here?" he asked looking about hopefully.
"No, she got her supplies and left. She's a regular customer though." Ms. Gale said with a glowing smile.
"What's her name?" Tim requested.
"Funny, that's what she asked about you. Dawn, her name is Dawn." Ms. Gale answered.
Tim's heart warmed, of course it was. What else could it have been with that glowing shining hair. "Do you know when she'll come back?"
"No, but it's likely you two might cross paths here at some point." Ms. Gale was beaming. Tim got the feeling she was enjoying this miss timed teen romance idea.
"Thanks anyways Ms. Gale." he slumped. How would he get to meet that girl? He started to walk away.
"Tim?" Ms. Gale spoke.
"Yes?" he responded.
She held out her hand. He placed his under and a cold clear crystal like stone landed in his palm. "She thought you might want this."
"Yeah, could I leave something for her?" he asked.
"Sure. What?" Ms. Gale looked sympathetic.
"Oh, yeah. I don't know." Tim sighed.
"You will." the older woman said with a wink.
He left the store looking at the crystal. Like clear ice but not melting. It had a strange coolness. Comforting to him in a strange way. Like how his mind got drinking tea with Mr. Foreman.
"Why did Ms. Gale give you a rock? Are we all supposed to get rocks?" Bill wondered.
"No, just Tim. You shouldn't worry about it." Mark interjected himself.
Bill shrugged, "Yeah alright. So, ten at Mr. Foreman's tomorrow?"
Tim looked from the crystal, "Yeah, ten."
Tim felt more like he was floating home then biking home. He said good bye to his friends and drove himself home. That shy smile she gave him distracted him all through supper and dishes. He found himself rubbing the smooth edges of the crystal as he watched TV with his parents. Those green eyes sparkling in his mind as he remembered over and over her floating light prancing steps.
Tim floated away to his room, aware of his parents' amused whispers about his expression and actions. He was starstruck by a girl he only saw for a minute. He knew it was silly to be this hung up on her since he knew nothing about her. He still wondered what he should leave for Dawn when he next visited Ms. Gale's store.
He placed the Crystal on his night stand and sighed at it. Then he readied for bed. He was to meet his friends at Mr. Foreman's gate tomorrow after all. Gaining another beauty to add to his cage.
As distracted by the Magical beauty of that mysterious Dawn as he was. The remembrance of his caged beauties brought him back to current reality. One that included living pixie sized sexy girls to indulge with. Yes a little sexual releaf would help him go to sleep.
"Strip and you might earn a second bed." he commanded the trembling sexy dolls.
He watched as they all did as he requested. Grabbing two per hand and bringing them over to his bed. Laying on his stomach he spread them upon his pillow. "Make out," he commanded.
Four of the prettiest girls he had ever seen looked scared at each other. Then crawled closer to their selected partners. Naked curvy bodies coiled along each other. Firm breasts pressed into each other. Sexy lips opened and tongues intertwined. Hands pulled their partners closer. They knew what he wanted as those same hands squeezed naked ass cheeks or stroked along toned desirable legs. Soon to his delight they seem to lose themselves in their performances. Like they had forgotten how they ended up on the giant pillow and gotten lost in the smooth skin contours and the sucklaunt mouths of their partners.
He wanted to enjoy them but not break them apart. He wanted to try something. Grabbing the legs of the reddish haired one he lifted slightly while spreading them apart. This toppled her onto her partner, the long black haired one. This didn't stop them as that hot number just wrapped her alluring legs around his pick and greedily suckled those freckled breasts.
Delighted with the view, Tim reached his mouth between those shapely mini-thighs. His tongue carefully stroked the tip along the Reddish Haired one's smooth womanhood. It gave a whimper, with a hint of sexy gasp. A sweet caramel flavor teased his tongue. Being a fan of caramel he began enjoying slightly firmer.
Oh the sounds that Reddish haired one started making. Moaning arousingly as he savored her magically flavored pussy. Her sexy friend taking advantage of being pinned by her and fondling that body. It was so sexy. His hands reached in and the mini woman's bodies were his to touch. He didn't know what it was about this situation but both hot dolls more then accepted his affections.
Suddenly the Reddish haired one exploded in amazing sounds and arched her spectacular figure. Her legs pressed his cheeks as her body curved up. Her tits pressed her partner's face. And the Long Black haired one looked happy to accept them. The Red howled in lustful pleasure.
He released Red from his mouth and flipped them. Dragging Long Black down that panting lovely figure. Tim's hands spread those luscious legs and his mouth started greedily sucking that caramel slit. Long Black protested at first, then seemingly got distracted. Suckling Red's well massaged waiting pussy with her mouth. Tim rejoiced as Long Black hummed loudly as she devoured Red's cunt. His hands each picked a beauty and found his pets bodies loving his fondling in this situation.
He felt so powerful as his second living plaything arched and roared "YES MASTER!" Then just let out a short series of growling howls declaring his ownership of her pussy.
Tim wanted to do the same to the other two. Honestly he would have loved to make them all lay about his pillow exhausted from him licking their spots. Like a panting tribute to his ownership of them.
However his boyish lust overcame his alluring desire. He grabbed Jenna and the short haired Brunette and wrapped them around his raging erection. Their very presence eased the strain of the painful want. Better was when he started using them to stroke his painfully aroused penis.
Up, down, up, down he massaged his inflamed dick with their curves. Oh they whimpered so wonderfully helplessly as he used them. He started growling as he used them. Showing them in a more cruel way he owned them. That he could bring them mass pleasure or use them to bring himself mass pleasure.
If he had been thinking he might have moved the other two and showered them in his cum. Heck he might have doused his penis huggers as a reward to bring him to finish. No his mind screamed grab tissues and his free hand complied. Capping his tip as his body sang in that beyond happy sensation. He flopped back as his balls flooded the bundled tissues with his cum.
He smiled as he gasped for breath. Thinking, Man owning shrunk women is the best. Eager to learn from the benefactor and earning more pretties as he did so.
He tossed the moist tissues in his garbage. Then stood and put the four back into the cage. Pulling up his bottoms he left to get a drink and brush his teeth.
He came back ready to go to sleep. The four sat on the couch looking up at him nervously. He huffed out a sigh. Bending down he grabbed the bag with the cage furniture. Keeping himself up later then his sexually appeased mind wanted he assembled four beds.
He placed them in the bedroom areas and placed the original foam on one noting, "You did good girls. You continue to do well and I might even set up your TV."
The chorus of "Yes Master." made his dick jump. And if he wasn't already mentally curled in bed he might have played again.
He dropped blankets in for them. Likely inspired by their compliance of using his dictated title. "Thank You Master." Worrisome given in scared gratitude, was adding to the tempting idea of another round. Then the reminder of tomorrow's physical efforts followed by staying up late at their sleepover told Tim he needed to get to bed.
"Sleep pets, tomorrow is going to be a big day." he advised. Turning he could hear them whisper but not what their little voices were saying.
He slipped under his blankets. Turning off his light. Cage lights shined and he heard showers start. He turned to darken his view. But the sound of mini girl's showering didn't help tonight. His closed eyes kept bringing warm green eyes to his mind. He teased himself with the fact he was being foolish about a girl he hadn't even met. Still he couldn’t wait for Dawn to shine a smile at him again.
Man this writer's block like state I've been in lately has really delaying things. Finally finished a new chapter for this one. As usual for this one, and hopefully kick my imagination flowing. If there is a character's side story you'd like me to include let me know.
[b][u]Chapter 11: Friday[/u][/b]
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Tim awoke and was happy to see his collection of mini Latina beauties were already up and waiting for him cowering together. Of course if he actually set up the furniture for their cage they might have somewhere else to hang out besides their foam pad of a bed.
"Now if you girls pretend to like touching my junk I might give you more things to sit on. What do you say, grind your bodies against my penis for say a couch and TV?" Tim sees if he could bribe some service from his sexy pets.
To his surprise they all looked at each other then back to him and nodded. Seems a few days just living trapped in a cage had made them desperate for a little entertainment.
"Fine, strip." he tested this agreement.
His dick got hard as all four slowly started stripping off their skimpy PJs. He was tempted to order them to hurry up, then remembered he was up early. So he let himself savor them exposing their boobs and pussies.
Once naked he opened his cage. Greedily his hands reached in. Jenna and the reddish haired one in one hand. The one with long black hair and the short lighter brown haired one in the other. Reluctantly they were placed on his bed long enough for him to drop his shorts and get comfortable.
He picked up the short haired one. "You start on that side of my dick." he said, placing her down. Oh the disgusted face she made just made it better when she cuddled along his length and began humping his dick.
The red haired one on the other side didn't need a command to start grinding his shaft. Tim wanted a little more than what they were giving, "No tongue no TV." They surrendered oral attention. Tim hummed in delight, it was amazing how the feeling of tiny tongue lapping his dick skin felt.
He grabbed Jenna next and placed her at the tip. She looked terrified at him and then draped herself over the end and began loving his tip.
He watched those three beauties humping at his dick. This giant king sensation would never get old. Hot legs stroking his skin. Pump little boobs rubbed into his member. Pretty faces licked and kissed his penis with sexy mouths.
He grabbed the black haired one. She was clearly so scared of him and he loved that. His finger approached and he could see she wanted to avoid it, bat it away even. Then he touched her silky skin. Firm boob under just one finger tip. He played with it, pressing it. Rolling his finger over it. Aroused, cold, maybe just from the fear raging through her body made her nipple pop up adding to his sexual amusement.
Tim stroked her cheek, she was so hot looking. Hot and helpless in his hands. He slipped his touch down her body, over her boobs again then to her hip. His finger and thumb pressed the sides of her amazing leg. He slid his touch down and then up her sexy limb. Turning his hand to fondle the ass cheek at the top of her leg.
He gave her exposed pussy a poke, oh she didn't like that. He pressed again and gave it a real feel. She gasped in discomfort. She might not like him touching her there, but she also could stop him from doing it. She couldn't tell him no. It was her body, she was too small. And she was his to play with.
Tim didn't know if it was the sensations from three sexy mini bodies humping his dick or just a cruel want. All he knew was he wanted to lick that mocha skinned beauty, so he did. Not once either, over and over. Her bare skin felt amazing on his tongue. She whimpered in an exciting way as he sucked on her tits. Best, he didn't have to be careful of his spit. No, part of the appeal was slobbering all over that Latina doll.
Excitement and sensations combined and he grunted. His cum was pumping and knocked Jenna back on her calves. Thick white gop spattering messily on her great boobs. It wasn't so bad to wake up early in the mornings for school now.
Red and Short were pressed into Jenna's messy front and he took them and placed them in their home. Shutting them in. The black haired one said in her sexy accent, "The TV and couch?"
He looked at her and decided to have a little more fun, "Since you couldn't wait till I got cleaned up after my fun you will only get one, maybe. But you have to wait till right before I head to school."
He did his morning routine wondering which he would leave them with. This brightened his day more. Simple things he controlled over them like seats and TVs. Anything they wanted was his whim to give to them or not. And now he knew they would perform for him if he bribed them with such rewards.
He walked into the room. They too must have showered after his fun as they all stood wrapped in towels with those towel turbans going. He reached into the bag holding the furniture for the cage, "Which hand?" He taunted.
They looked at the black haired one. She must have been their leader somehow. He would have thought they would have been mad at her for losing one of their wants they worked for, but they looked more worried about talking to him. She looked troubled then clearly guessed, "Right?"
He lifted the box, "Couch it is." he mocked. They looked disappointed. It was so easy to assemble, really just screwing in its little legs. "Enjoy." he taunted more as he placed it in with them. They walked around like he gave them a new car. Rubbing the seat and looking so small enjoying that meager reward.
Tim left his house and was met at his door by Peter, "The girls aren't walking with us today. '' he said as Tim approached.
"Why not?" Tim asked. He wanted to see Melissia. Though their agreement yesterday made him a little relieved as well.
"We need to talk to Bill about constantly fighting with his sister." Peter explained.
"Oh, you think that will fix anything?" Tim questioned as they started towards their usual meeting place.
Peter shrugged, "The girls are going to talk to Melissia. Maybe if they both understand the stress it's causing they will stop bickering."
"They have been fighting their whole lives, do you really think one talk each will help?" Tim countered.
"A start maybe." Peter was unusually optimistic.
"Hey guys." Mark greeted them. Tim could see he was missing Peyton. They were getting close fast.
"Hey Mark," they both replied.
"Guys, wait up." Bill called out. He rushed to get to them, "Man Tim you had me worried. But then I heard you broke up with Melissa and I was happy to know you came back to your senses. '' he said confidently.
"What, you broke up?" Mark said disappointed.
"Well, they weren't really together, don't worry buddy. I have your back. We'll find you a real girlfriend." Bill was eagerly supportive.
"We had a fight, did she think we broke up?" Tim was confused.
"Well, she was crying on mom's shoulder and said you told her dance was stupid so I figured." Bill explained.
"Really, her main hobby is stupid? Your going to be single your whole life with talk like that." Peter scolded.
"She said D&D was useless. I just pointed out that dance was as well." Tim could hear him failing to defend himself as he said the words.
"Gah, now what are we going to do? This was supposed to be us stopping Bill from being a jerk and now you're being a jerk. No offense Bill." Mark explained.
"What, he's right dance is stupid. Wait, how am I a jerk?" Bill interjected.
"Constantly fighting with Melissia." Peter explained.
"I don't constantly fight with Melissia. She is always starting fights with me." Bill countered.
"Look, this could be a problem. The girls are not going to want to do things without Melissia." Peter ignored Bill.
"So, no big deal." Bill waived that point off.
"No girls means no us doing things like movies and such with them. No dates with Aoi for you." Peter explained the dilemma.
"Oh, don't they have another friend Tim could date? Maybe we could get them to hang out with Vivian? She's cute with black hair." Bill suggested.
"I could ask Peyton?" Mark said with a timid shrug.
"If that doesn't work do they get to suggest a replacement for us for Tim?" Peter made a point.
One Bill missed, "No, that would be stupid we all have been friends for years.
"Look, we had a fight. It will happen. We are supposed to talk today. Everything could just blow over." Tim hopped out loud. That and arriving at school ended the debate.
The good start of the day was lessened by morning at school. Nothing bad, just school really. Tim just rather be learning magic from Mr. Foreman. Or honestly, playing with his pets more. He was glad Mr. Foreman gave him that lesson with the tea, when his mind got distracted he found focusing on a small aspect like what the teacher was saying helped him not imagine tiny beauties crawling along his dick.
Tim saw Melissia on his way to the cafeteria for lunch. He couldn't tell if she was mad or sad as her expression seemed to express both. What he knew was the girls wouldn't join them for lunch.
He sat at the table. It was amusing how Mark and Peyton sat so they could look at each other from across the room. Tim found he even liked how they kept sending each other little messages in waves and winks. Mark gave the short haired blond another wave and noted, "So Melissia is not ready to talk with you yet?"
"You tell me, you have more inside knowledge than I do." Tim said a little harshly. Adding with a sigh, "Sorry, didn't mean to get mad at you."
"I understand." Mark noted.
"You think the girls will not want to do things with you guys because of me?" Tim worried for his friend's happiness.
"As a group maybe. But I'm certain Peyton and I will continue to date. And don't tell Peter but Felicity has the hots for him." Mark shared a clear secret.
"So I got thinking during math." Bill told of his arrival.
"About fixing the fight between Tim and Melissa?" Mark asked.
Bill looked confused, "Oh no, that's not important I decided. Tim's a great guy, he'll just get a real girlfriend. No this weekend."
"What about the weekend?" Peter asked, sitting down.
"Well, if it's OK with Mark's mom. Since we are helping Mr. Foreman Saturday, I thought we could then bring our pets over and have a sleepover. Then all day D&D on Sunday with sexy minis." Bill explained his idea.
"So, like all our tiny women at one place?" Peter asked.
"Yeah, then we could swap around and make them play games and things?" Bill suggested.
The idea of having access to a few of their pets like Mrs. Bell or Ms. Vale did have an appeal to it, Tim thought as Mark nodded saying, "I could ask."
"Well, go ahead." Bill insisted.
"Right, I could just text and ask." Mark noted.
"Anyone else notice we seemed to almost forget we had phones since Halloween?" Peter noted.
"Yeah, besides texting with Aoi I have hardly used mine this week." Bill said with a shrug.
"Maybe we have had tiny distractions." Tim taunted. They snickered at the slight joke, then nodded in agreement.
"Mom says she's OK with that, oh, if." Mark said.
"If? If what?" Bill wondered.
"Guys, well. You know how we like to play with our new pets. Well, so does my mom." Mark started.
"You mom has a penis?" Bill missed his point.
"No, but she likes to make them touch her down there." Mark was clearly uncomfortable.
Tim cringed at that mental image, Mark's rotund mother was not appealing to his mind. Bill oddly just nodded and confessed, "Yeah, my dad likes to play with them too. The other night we cam all over my Asian using Helen and Donna to get ourselves off."
"Dad sees them as little women, but still doesn't seem to get past things." Peter sighed.
Bill grabbed his shoulder. Oddly supportive of him this lunch he suggested, "Maybe you just need the right tiny woman?"
"Maybe." Peter faked a smile at Bill's effort.
"No, really. Just find out who he really likes. Then when Mr. Foreman is reaching in for your reward think of her and boom, there she'll be." Bill advised.
"Really?" Peter questioned.
"Yeah, I have it down pat after Wednesday." Bill said proudly.
"Hey, if you find a couple ladies he likes I'd be willing to think of one to help you out." Mark offered.
"Really, you'd give up your reward to help my dad?" Peter looked like he was about to cry.
Tim noted, "Yes."
"Of course." Mark replied.
Even Bill said, "Man, if it gets him off the booze I'll do that."
"Thanks guys." Peter shuttered.
Tim could see Peter wanted the focus off him as he gathered himself. Crying in the middle of the cafeteria wouldn't be a good look. "Guys, my parents see my little ladies as rats or something." This wonder was floating at the edges of his mind.
Bill nodded, "So do my mom and sisters. Must be part of whatever Mr. Foreman does to make them small."
"Peyton sees them a little women." Mark blurted out then covered his mouth and hid his head down.
"Wait, what?" Peter was distracted from their offer.
"Nothing." Mark answered.
"But, you have her mom?" Bill sounded worried.
Mark's cheeks suddenly grew bright pink. "Oh what happened?" Bill eagerly requested.
"Nothing." was Mark's response.
"No really." Now Peter pushed.
"Nothing." Mark's cheeks could light the entire room at this point.
"Guys, leave it. More importantly, she will not tell anyone what she saw?" Tim inquired.
"No, she promises." Mark still couldn't look up.
"Are you sure?" Bill suddenly realized the danger.
Mark nodded while nibbling his sandwich. "I hope not." Tim worried aloud.
Peter sounded worried too but said, "Distraction, what should we plan for Saturday night? Games, movies, fun things to do with our new little beauties?"
"Board games making them move the pieces would be fun?" Bill said, giving Peyton a sideways look.
"What outfits you guys have, maybe we could dress them alike or something?" Peter asked while also looking over at the blond too.
"Oh we could play strip poker only making them strip." Bill suggested.
Tim looked at his friend, "I don't actually know how to play poker, do you?"
"Well, cards and huh. No." Bill confessed.
"I know it's a kids game but watching them play and move the Trouble pieces could be fun." Peter suggested.
"That might be a good way to pick who gets to play with who for the night. Winner picks first and so on." Tim said thinking out loud.
"But by Saturday night we'll have eighteen, that doesn't divide evenly." Bill advised.
"We could pick two, say Ms. Vale and Mrs. Bell as, I don't know, targets or prizes for other games." Mark proposed.
"That would be a good idea. I don't want to play Trouble over and over." Bill stated firmly.
"We need more games, Risk and Yahtzee takes too long. Clue wouldn't translate well." Peter mused.
"We can talk about this later, lunch is almost done. I have a suggestion about outfits." Bill advised.
"What?" Mark requested.
"We go to that cool store and buy some together. That way we can pick a color and have them in matching costumes or something." Bill prompted.
"I don't know, that takes money." Peter pointed out.
"Just ask your dad, I know mine will love new outfits to take off Helen or Donna." Bill shared.
"My parents likely won't give me money for that either." Tim backed Peter.
"Mom might, I'm not sure." Mark said with a worried sigh.
"Just ask after school. Worse, we go for a bike ride later and plan out outfits for later nights." Bill hinted. He clearly wanted to revisit the store.
"Yeah, I wouldn't mind visiting the store. I'll ask dad. After school." Peter accepted.
"Fine, sure. Will be fun to go for a drive." Tim added his vote.
"Yeah, at least one more ride before it gets too cold for bikes." Mark agreed.
"OK, then we walk our girls home, sorry Tim, most of us do anyway. Drop off our bookbags. Then meet at the park and wheel over. Good?" Bill looked to confirm. Which they did.
The afternoon dragged through. Learning about real magic and fairy sized beauties to play with made English and Physics seem boring to Tim's teenaged mind. Add to that the looming worry about possibly talking to Melissia after school made it hard to pay attention. Oh what would he say to the black haired cute girl.
The last bell made him sigh in relief of his boredom. But he was hardly out of his last class when the anxiety of teenage romance hit him hard. Would she even want to talk to him after they fought yesterday? Would she attack D&D again? Should he point out the failing in her own hobbies again? Did he even want to date someone right now with all the Mr. Foreman stuff happening.
He watched his friends leave with their paired lady. Peyton hugging Mark's arm. Their height difference was almost comical. Peter took Felicity's hand and they both blushed. Too shy to talk to each other while they were connected, too fond of each other to let go. Bill managed to find his better gentleman and took little Aoi's books today. Or maybe they were taking turns, that sadly was more likely with Bill. Either way it didn't stop him from doing all the talking. The little Asian girl didn't seem to mind however as she looked transfixed on her self-centered interest.
"Hey." Melissia said as she came close.
"Hey." Tim replied.
"About yesterday.'' They both started then stopped to allow the other to speak. Then seeing they were not speaking the both again started with, "Look I'm." then stopped again. Their opposite didn't speak so they both clearly thought they should go with, "I just think." then stopped.
"Go ahead." Tim requested.
"I, I'm sorry." Melissia said.
"That's OK. I am too. I was a bit mean about dance." Tim replied.
Melissia looked sad, "No, not that. I think dating you while you're Bill's friend, playing silly games won't be good for me. I like you, a lot. But I think you're not what I want for a boyfriend right now. I didn't tell my friends I was doing this. I will later. Didn't want to ruin their walks home."
"But, it was just a fight." Tim mumbled.
"Yeah, but you compared D&D to dance like they were equal. And, well, clearly they are not. So, maybe some time later if you grow up more. But I want a guy that is mature, not still playing with little plastic figures and funny shaped dice. Sorry Tim." Melissia said with tears starting to slip down her cheeks.
"I understand." Tim wanted to say more. But what could he say? She wouldn't accept D&D and so decided not to accept him. He didn't see what would fix that or do more than be lashing out.
Melissia stepped closer and Tim was certain she was thinking of hugging him. Then she shuttered and turned away heading to her home. He bit his lip to try not to be seen crying at school. He turned to walk around the block the long way. Otherwise he would have been right behind her for most of his walk home. The downfall of living so close.
He got home and dropped off his books. "What's wrong honey?" his mom asked.
"Oh, a girl I like doesn't like D&D and decided not to like me because of that." he heard his voice crack.
"Oh, my poor boy." she sighed and hugged him. As old as he was he still found a good mom hug helped ease some pains.
"Thanks mom." he sighed, absorbing the affection.
"You want some grilled cheese and tomato?" she offered him some comfort food.
He shook his head. "No, I'm supposed to meet the guys and head to that pet store. I couldn't borrow a few bucks could I?"
She smiled at him, "OK, not a lot but some." She then slit her eyes and advised, "You better not get your heart broken every time you want to go to that store."
"No, I promise. Besides I think I'll not bother with girls for a while." he confessed.
She snickered, "Tim my son as your mother, I would love to not have to worry about you and girls. But as someone that knows, that's not how the real world works. You'll end up thinking about a new pretty girl sooner than you'd expect."
"If you say so mom," he agreed. Getting his hair messed. This drew a smile to his face.
Tim went into his room and placed his backpack by his desk. He looked over at his cage. He cherished how the little ladies trembled at his mere presence. It made Tim wonder when he'd be able to cast the spell that made them that way himself. He fought the urge to play with them however. He figures he might have time with his friends walking girlfriends. However he wanted to take the time to savor them the next time he enjoyed them.
Tim gathered his saved allowance and went outside. Taking his bike from the garage he drove to the park to meet his friends. Bill arrived first, he slipped off his bike and rushed over to Tim. Tim was not expecting his friend to hug him, "Man I'm sorry. Don't worry you'll find a better girlfriend than my bitch sister."
"You know I'm OK with it right? I'm not mad at Melissia." Tim advised his friend.
Bill held him by his shoulders. "Yeah, sure you are. Sure you are."
"Oh hey, how is Tim?" Peter's voice requested.
"He's in denial. But I think he'll get over her in time." Bill gives his opinion.
"Don't worry buddy. You're a great guy, I'm sure you're going to find a girl soon too." Peter gave his support.
"Hey guys." Tim was happy to hear Mark arrive. He hoped that meant they would be on their way soon and he'd get a little less support.
"Hey, did you hear what my sister did?" Bill requested.
"Yeah, Payton shared the info." Mark sighed, and Tim found his big friend wrapping his arm around his shoulders and giving him a supportive squeeze.
"Well, thanks guys. Glad to know I can count on you. Everyone ready to head to the store now?" Tim hoped to remind them of the reason for their gathering.
"Yeah, sorry guys but I'm not likely going to be able to buy all my, ahh. Hey, what should we call them in public." Peter inquired.
"Minis?" Mark suggested.
Bill shook his head, "No, pets, less gaming material sounding."
"Well either way, I don't have much to buy new costumes for mine." Peter advises.
"That's alright. Maybe it'll give us ideas for when you do." Tim suggested.
They hopped on their bikes and headed to that questionable area strip mall. Tim just couldn't not see the double image that was both the empty storefront and the tiny people shop. Just as he's thinking he wished there was a place to lock their bikes up, a rack seemed to grow from the very concrete before the store. Both there and not as the shop it sat before.
They locked up their bikes and Tim could see from the expression on Mark's face that he wasn't the only one having slight confusion with the dual status of this establishment. Peter and Bill however clearly had no recognition of the duality.
The skin buzzing feeling electrified his skin. Tim's nose was delighted by the scent of freshly baked gingerbread. He could hear his friends breathing deep through their noses as they too enjoyed the greeting aura. Even with all the unnatural state of this place it still felt welcoming.
"Oh hello Boys," Ms. Gale greeted them as well from a pile of cardboard boxes.
"Hello Ms. Gale." they all say in unison.
The old woman poked her head out from behind the pile of boxes. "Sorry I can't show you about. But as you can see I'm up to my eyebrows with this delivery." She noted cheerfully. Then Tim heard the lure, "Hey, how would you boys like to earn a few outfits for your little pretties while helping a poor old lady get some stock out?"
"Hey, that's great. If we help Ms. Gale, we might be able to get the outfits we want for free." Bill suggests.
"Yeah, let's do it." Peter agrees.
Tim shrugs and lets the sweet woman know, "Sure Ms. Gale. We'll help you."
As his friends happily put away the miniature items Tim took at opportunity to get Ms. Gale away from the group. "Why do you have so many things for just us?"
She winked at him, "I sell to more than you and yours. You think the projection only shows in one spot?"
"Wait, there are more kids with tiny ladies?" He gasped.
"Some kids, some adults. Some have tiny women, some have tiny men. One young lady likes to collect tiny animals. Hence all the little zoo-like cages." Ms. Gale responds.
"So, there are more that do this?" Tim inquired.
"Did you think Mr. Foreman and myself were the last of mages? No sweet boy. You're being brought into a larger world. The apprentice of a respected elder, but don't you call him old." she advised with a playful wink.
He found himself excited. A chance to meet other wizards. Maybe make friends from around the world that could twist energies he's just started noticing all around him. An insight he just realized he was having. "Do they shop here often?"
"Oh, a few times a week really. Most don't keep many mini people. A side entertainment to occasionally distract themselves from sometimes draining studies and work." Ms. Gale explained.
"Oh, suppose." Tim worried. Draining studies took the fun out of the idea of learning real magic.
Ms. Gale's finger hooked his chin and lifted his head, "Buck up Tim. Mr. Foreman knows all the best teaching techniques. You'll learn much easier than many other young magically touched. And when you get to the point of your own research you'll know what to look for and what to focus on. You will find through Mr. Foreman's methods you'll actually delight in study. He does."
"Thanks Ms. Gale." he accepted the older woman knew what she was talking about.
Suddenly she was offering him a cookie, "Your welcome Tim. Now go help your friend Peter. He's having a bit of trouble over in the play dioramas."
"OK." Tim takes the cookie and rushes over. Peter is there, staring at a doll house. The family displayed were dolls, as were the human figures on all the other playsets in this aisle. Though Tim knew what the real use was for the items inside. It wasn't that however that was Peter's focus from his expression. The mother and father dolls hugging behind the kid dolls, that seem to trigger something in his friend. His eyes were clearly struggling not to trickle tears.
"Hey Peter, you need a hand?" Tim asks softly. His worries taking away his volume.
Peter's hand wipes his eyes, "Oh ahh. Yeah, I just got distracted by that set. Man wouldn't it be fun to own a couple of these to play with our girls with."
Tim wanted to go with the attempted distraction. Peter had been ignoring the pain of his mother's abandonment since she ran off with that other man. It would be so easy to let him continue. But easy wasn't usually the best path when helping a friend. "No, Peter. What is it really? You can talk to me."
Peter looked at him and gave a sad smile, "She just disappeared. I went to school that day and came home to her just being gone. All her clothes and knickknacks. Those were the things she wanted. Not me. Leaving dad, already wounded, and taking his hope and drive. She took old frames but not one picture. Not of us, not of me. I just don't understand that."
Tim was reminded of his friend's strength. This release would have broken him, but Peter stood tall. Yes, his eyes were wet and his breath shuttered. His head however, held high. Shoulders back and his feet firm. "She is wrong. She made a great mistake. You are a great friend and I am glad to know you. And your dad still has hope, you. Yes he's struggling, let he finds strength when he's doing something for his son. And I think he just needs time and he'll remember who he really is and you two will both be whole again."
Peter sighed heavily. "OK, if you think that."
"Yeah, you're too good for that bitch." Bill cheered in his point.
Peter turned and there was the rough edged friend. Standing behind him was Mark's head almost over Bill, looking to be near supportive tears himself. "You need our help?" The robust friend offered.
"You're already doing it. Thanks." Peter says with an unstable tone.
They surround their hurting friend. Hugging him and seemingly holding him up. They stood there for a few minutes. "OK, I'm good." he told them and they stepped back nodding in agreement of support.
"You boys ready for a cookie break?" Ms. Gale calls over from a back corner of the store. Giving them the exit they needed since none knew where to go from here.
They marched over and found all their favorite cookies waiting for them. Perfectly cool milk washes the treats down. The chocolate was rich. The ginger was almost warming. The shortbread melted in their mouths. The sweets ease their worry for their friend. The milk cooled that uncertainty. Their mutual support however was still strong.
As if she could read their stomachs, just as they were finished with the cookies and milk Ms. Gale suggests, "Well, as much as I'm enjoying the company. It is getting late in the afternoon, you boys should probably pick out your payments and head on home."
"Yes Ms. Gale." Mark answered for them.
Peter looked at her and asked, "Ms. Gale, is the store possibly looking for staff?"
"Well Peter, I'll think on it." She said with a clear look of consideration.
"Well, I'd rather think about what we are going to dress our pets in tomorrow." Bill gleefully advised. Standing and heading towards the clothes pegs.
They all scan the outfits. Many a tempting ideas are discussed. Sexy Stewardesses, naughty nurses, skimpy school uniforms, spicy cheer uniforms, and teasing police uniforms all draw their imaginations.
"Oh, what about these ones?" Peter suggested holding up a one piece dress designed to resemble the mini skirted dresses on the original Star Trek. Knee high boots and leg displaying hosiery.
"Man, they would look good on them won't they." Mark agreed.
"You know I am not a fan of that first show, but man I dig their lady uniforms." Bill accepted.
"Fine then, do we all pick the same color?" Tim submitted to the group.
"Naa, I want the red ones." Bill advised as he grabbed four of the crimson sexy uniforms.
"But, they are the uniforms of ones that get killed on away parties." Peter advised.
"Or fall victim to the monster of the episode. And I plan on my sexy away team to meet up with my monster on many missions." Bill crudely explained.
"Well, anyone mind if I pick blue then?" Peter requested.
"Sure I'll take yellow." Mark advised.
Tim grabbed his pick noting, "Fine, I'll make mine wear the pink ones."
"You know pink isn't an official uniform color." Peter advised.
"He knows, it's not like we will be having them reenact scenes or something. No, their missions will have them encounter giants and other fun ways to take their uniforms off them." Bill pointed out.
Peter shrugged, "Yeah, I suppose so."
"Hey, since we're getting the outfits for free. Why don't we pick up a little extra fun." Bill suggested.
"What?" Mark asked.
Bill grabbed what looked like a nerf rifle off a wall. "Lets each get one of these."
"I don't know. I don't want to hurt my pets." Mark worried.
"Right there in the bright gold circle, Guaranteed not to injure your targets. Think how fun it'll be having them run about the table as we take pop shots at them. We could even make them take a piece of clothing off with each hit or something." Bill was clearly excited about the idea of shooting foam darts at his pets.
Tim thought it might be something besides board games they could do. As he pulled down his pick asking, "So, have we settled on calling them pets?"
Peter shrugged and grabbed one advising, "I think it is the most understandable yet secretive thing we could call them."
"Guys, guns really?" Mark whimpered.
"Yeah, it'll be fine. Look, the store guarantees they are safe for using on our pets. Ms. Gale wouldn't say that if they weren't." Tim hinted.
"OK, but if any get hurt we stop. Promise?" Mark insisted.
"Yeah." they answered together.
As they left Bill asked, "What time are we meeting to go to Mr. Foreman's tomorrow?"
"I think we should get there about ten-ish?" Tim advised.
"Oh man, so we have to get up?" Bill complained.
His friends started to debate that idea but Tim found himself distracted. A goldish flash caught his eye and he looked. There in the store stood a girl. Blonde hair that shimmered like spun gold. A face sweeter than the cookies from earlier. Her eyes were an emerald green shade like the sun shining through shading wind dancing leaves. She was wearing a knee length blue skirt of a light material with flowers made of string sewn along the bottom. A white blouse hung lightly off her shoulders with colors sewn along the collar. She walked like she had fairy wings and she only needed to bounce on her toes to flutter across the floor. She saw him looking, at least her face stopped in his direction. Then she blushed and looked away. Peeking back at him and making his heart flutter.
"Earth to Tim!" Bill broke his trance.
"Yeah what?" Tim asked, wanting to get back to his lovely distraction.
"Guess you want to wake up to meet at ten too?" Bill asked, sounding slightly annoyed.
"Yeah yeah, sure. Any of you know that girl?" he asked looking back into the store. But that angel was gone as fast as she had appeared.
"Ms. Gale?" Peter asked, sounding slightly worried.
"No, there was this strange girl." Tim advised pressing himself against the window. But that just brought the empty storefront more into his focus.
"I don't see anyone else?" Bill noted sounding worried.
"Maybe a different customer?" Mark guessed.
"And how did she get in past us smart guy? Magic teleport from a different world?" Bill mocking teased.
Tim looked at Mark. Mark shrugged a maybe I don't know shrug. Tim went back inside and rushed up to Ms. Gale, "Is that girl still here?" he asked looking about hopefully.
"No, she got her supplies and left. She's a regular customer though." Ms. Gale said with a glowing smile.
"What's her name?" Tim requested.
"Funny, that's what she asked about you. Dawn, her name is Dawn." Ms. Gale answered.
Tim's heart warmed, of course it was. What else could it have been with that glowing shining hair. "Do you know when she'll come back?"
"No, but it's likely you two might cross paths here at some point." Ms. Gale was beaming. Tim got the feeling she was enjoying this miss timed teen romance idea.
"Thanks anyways Ms. Gale." he slumped. How would he get to meet that girl? He started to walk away.
"Tim?" Ms. Gale spoke.
"Yes?" he responded.
She held out her hand. He placed his under and a cold clear crystal like stone landed in his palm. "She thought you might want this."
"Yeah, could I leave something for her?" he asked.
"Sure. What?" Ms. Gale looked sympathetic.
"Oh, yeah. I don't know." Tim sighed.
"You will." the older woman said with a wink.
He left the store looking at the crystal. Like clear ice but not melting. It had a strange coolness. Comforting to him in a strange way. Like how his mind got drinking tea with Mr. Foreman.
"Why did Ms. Gale give you a rock? Are we all supposed to get rocks?" Bill wondered.
"No, just Tim. You shouldn't worry about it." Mark interjected himself.
Bill shrugged, "Yeah alright. So, ten at Mr. Foreman's tomorrow?"
Tim looked from the crystal, "Yeah, ten."
Tim felt more like he was floating home then biking home. He said good bye to his friends and drove himself home. That shy smile she gave him distracted him all through supper and dishes. He found himself rubbing the smooth edges of the crystal as he watched TV with his parents. Those green eyes sparkling in his mind as he remembered over and over her floating light prancing steps.
Tim floated away to his room, aware of his parents' amused whispers about his expression and actions. He was starstruck by a girl he only saw for a minute. He knew it was silly to be this hung up on her since he knew nothing about her. He still wondered what he should leave for Dawn when he next visited Ms. Gale's store.
He placed the Crystal on his night stand and sighed at it. Then he readied for bed. He was to meet his friends at Mr. Foreman's gate tomorrow after all. Gaining another beauty to add to his cage.
As distracted by the Magical beauty of that mysterious Dawn as he was. The remembrance of his caged beauties brought him back to current reality. One that included living pixie sized sexy girls to indulge with. Yes a little sexual releaf would help him go to sleep.
"Strip and you might earn a second bed." he commanded the trembling sexy dolls.
He watched as they all did as he requested. Grabbing two per hand and bringing them over to his bed. Laying on his stomach he spread them upon his pillow. "Make out," he commanded.
Four of the prettiest girls he had ever seen looked scared at each other. Then crawled closer to their selected partners. Naked curvy bodies coiled along each other. Firm breasts pressed into each other. Sexy lips opened and tongues intertwined. Hands pulled their partners closer. They knew what he wanted as those same hands squeezed naked ass cheeks or stroked along toned desirable legs. Soon to his delight they seem to lose themselves in their performances. Like they had forgotten how they ended up on the giant pillow and gotten lost in the smooth skin contours and the sucklaunt mouths of their partners.
He wanted to enjoy them but not break them apart. He wanted to try something. Grabbing the legs of the reddish haired one he lifted slightly while spreading them apart. This toppled her onto her partner, the long black haired one. This didn't stop them as that hot number just wrapped her alluring legs around his pick and greedily suckled those freckled breasts.
Delighted with the view, Tim reached his mouth between those shapely mini-thighs. His tongue carefully stroked the tip along the Reddish Haired one's smooth womanhood. It gave a whimper, with a hint of sexy gasp. A sweet caramel flavor teased his tongue. Being a fan of caramel he began enjoying slightly firmer.
Oh the sounds that Reddish haired one started making. Moaning arousingly as he savored her magically flavored pussy. Her sexy friend taking advantage of being pinned by her and fondling that body. It was so sexy. His hands reached in and the mini woman's bodies were his to touch. He didn't know what it was about this situation but both hot dolls more then accepted his affections.
Suddenly the Reddish haired one exploded in amazing sounds and arched her spectacular figure. Her legs pressed his cheeks as her body curved up. Her tits pressed her partner's face. And the Long Black haired one looked happy to accept them. The Red howled in lustful pleasure.
He released Red from his mouth and flipped them. Dragging Long Black down that panting lovely figure. Tim's hands spread those luscious legs and his mouth started greedily sucking that caramel slit. Long Black protested at first, then seemingly got distracted. Suckling Red's well massaged waiting pussy with her mouth. Tim rejoiced as Long Black hummed loudly as she devoured Red's cunt. His hands each picked a beauty and found his pets bodies loving his fondling in this situation.
He felt so powerful as his second living plaything arched and roared "YES MASTER!" Then just let out a short series of growling howls declaring his ownership of her pussy.
Tim wanted to do the same to the other two. Honestly he would have loved to make them all lay about his pillow exhausted from him licking their spots. Like a panting tribute to his ownership of them.
However his boyish lust overcame his alluring desire. He grabbed Jenna and the short haired Brunette and wrapped them around his raging erection. Their very presence eased the strain of the painful want. Better was when he started using them to stroke his painfully aroused penis.
Up, down, up, down he massaged his inflamed dick with their curves. Oh they whimpered so wonderfully helplessly as he used them. He started growling as he used them. Showing them in a more cruel way he owned them. That he could bring them mass pleasure or use them to bring himself mass pleasure.
If he had been thinking he might have moved the other two and showered them in his cum. Heck he might have doused his penis huggers as a reward to bring him to finish. No his mind screamed grab tissues and his free hand complied. Capping his tip as his body sang in that beyond happy sensation. He flopped back as his balls flooded the bundled tissues with his cum.
He smiled as he gasped for breath. Thinking, Man owning shrunk women is the best. Eager to learn from the benefactor and earning more pretties as he did so.
He tossed the moist tissues in his garbage. Then stood and put the four back into the cage. Pulling up his bottoms he left to get a drink and brush his teeth.
He came back ready to go to sleep. The four sat on the couch looking up at him nervously. He huffed out a sigh. Bending down he grabbed the bag with the cage furniture. Keeping himself up later then his sexually appeased mind wanted he assembled four beds.
He placed them in the bedroom areas and placed the original foam on one noting, "You did good girls. You continue to do well and I might even set up your TV."
The chorus of "Yes Master." made his dick jump. And if he wasn't already mentally curled in bed he might have played again.
He dropped blankets in for them. Likely inspired by their compliance of using his dictated title. "Thank You Master." Worrisome given in scared gratitude, was adding to the tempting idea of another round. Then the reminder of tomorrow's physical efforts followed by staying up late at their sleepover told Tim he needed to get to bed.
"Sleep pets, tomorrow is going to be a big day." he advised. Turning he could hear them whisper but not what their little voices were saying.
He slipped under his blankets. Turning off his light. Cage lights shined and he heard showers start. He turned to darken his view. But the sound of mini girl's showering didn't help tonight. His closed eyes kept bringing warm green eyes to his mind. He teased himself with the fact he was being foolish about a girl he hadn't even met. Still he couldn’t wait for Dawn to shine a smile at him again.