Mr. Foreman

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Post by HHunter1 » Sun Dec 12, 2021 2:34 pm

Glad you enjoyed. Currently have Bill & Peter's night in the works. Writing them as one chapter since they mirror each other's so much.

Had been considering writing Crystal (Mark's mom) even after Mark goes to bed as a short insert. But that might be better left to the readers imaginations. I'm not sure. Feel free to let me know which you'd prefer.

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Re: Mr. Foreman

Post by DFatman » Sun Dec 12, 2021 6:57 pm

For some reason I could see Peter and Bill ask Mr. Foreman for people on the No Get listen behind the backs of Mark and Tim. As for a side bit with Mark's Mom I could see her strike up a deal with Mr.Forrman for a few for herself.

Also a few suggestions for outfits. Why not some skimpy bikinis or maybe some animal ears with butt plug tails. The latter of all them so he could pick up one or two of them by it to torment the minis.

Also I really want to see Mrs. Bell fail and her daughter Peyton either being told and is on board as long as she gets to torment her mother or is turned into Mark's.

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Re: Mr. Foreman

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I love how they all come wrapped on their original clothes and the teasing way you describe how the boys strip them, little by little...
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Re: Mr. Foreman

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Mon Dec 27, 2021 7:15 pm
I love how they all come wrapped on their original clothes and the teasing way you describe how the boys strip them, little by little...
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Glad your enjoying it. I promise I will be getting back to this one soon now that work will be calming down after the Christmas season. :)

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Re: Mr. Foreman

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Tue Dec 28, 2021 2:15 am
Glad your enjoying it. I promise I will be getting back to this one soon now that work will be calming down after the Christmas season. :)
I'm going to hold you to that!
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I'm working on keeping that promise. Really. My next post will hopefully be for this story. :D

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Ch 06 Peter's Night: Mr. Foreman

Post by HHunter1 » Sat Jan 01, 2022 4:50 pm

Now some of this chapter will be repeated in Bill's chapter. But only the connecting tissue I needed for Bill's story to make sense. That will be added soon. Maybe even today.
Chapter 6: Peter's Night
M/f,f Forced Sexual Contact.
M/f,f Forced Sexual Contact.

"I just don't think it's fair." Bill complained to his friend.

"Oh get over it. So you can’t get Peyton as a tiny girl. Were you even thinking about Peyton till Mark requested her to be off limits?" Peter countered his friends complaining.

Bill huffed, showing Peter he hit the nail on the head, "That's not my point."

"Think about it, we could end up with any of the attractive girls at that school as an action figure sized plaything. Or more exciting at least to me, some new womanly beauty we don't even know. It's not likely we will be strapped for choices." Peter reasoned.

"I suppose." Bill grumbled.

Peter decided to cheer him up a little, "Besides think of what it'll be like to play with Mrs. Bell. Mark commands her to be a good little doll and she has to do what you tell her or Peyton comes back into play. I'm planning on making her climb up my dick and rubbing her blonde pussy at my tip. A little stroke using Miss Vale and I blast her off like a rocket."

Bill snickered at the mental image. "I suppose I could make her make out with Helen as I cum on them both." He conceded.

"See, yes we lose out on one but it opens up a bunch of other fun ideas." Peter explained.

"Speaking of fun ideas, I can't wait to get home." Bill advised.

Peter had the same urges running through his body. But if he didn't make his father and himself supper nether would likely eat till after Taekwondo. But why burden Bill with that, "Yeah. Can't wait."

"Cool, we should trade a couple for a night or so." Bill hinted.

"I'll think about it." Peter wouldn't mind a go at Helen. That strawberry blonde beauty would likely feel good wrapped to his cock. Especially with those huge tits.

Bill decided to add another complaint, "You know what else isn't fair?"

"No, what?" Peter asked.

"Tim and Mark will likely get another one for helping today and we won't." Bill pointed out.

"I'm sure there will be a day where we go and they can't. We'll catch up. And if we fall behind too far we can just ask them to let us catch up. Tim's a good guy and you know Mark is a push over." Peter suggested.

Bill nodded, "Yeah, yeah you're right. You think Tim will let me borrow that black haired one he got first?"

"Don't you like the two you got?" Peter worried.

Bill snickered, "I do, I really do, they are hotties. But since we can just pass them around. Well, I'd like to pass them around. Maybe even give them all a group shower."

Peter didn't find the idea of jerking off with his friends appealing. Even if spraying a trapped group of little naked beauties was the end result. But trading them about, after he's enjoyed his dark skinned beauties some more, would be nice. "I'll keep that idea in mind." was all he said.

"Well, see you at Taekwondo?" Bill advised at their corner.

"Yes, see you there." Peter agreed.

Peter headed home. His father would be home with enough time to eat supper and take him to taekwondo. He would have to figure out what to make from what his father dug out that morning. Boneless chicken breasts, alright what's in the fridge. Peppers, onions, Brussel sprouts could all be assembled into a stir fry. The rice cooker would finish the meal. This wouldn't take too long to cook up.

Deciding he could have a bit of a quick release he headed towards his room. He pops open the trunk and the two mini ladies inside cower to greet him. He was disappointed to find them dressed in their costumes. That would take up some of his time. But he did expect that.

He grabbed the unknown Black beauty. Her two piece nurse uniform just made him want to play more. She begs out, "No stop!" as his fingers reach over her head. His fingers hook the bottom and pull the skimpy top off. Feebly her little arms and hands attempted to counter this removal. He gleefully analyzed her chest. Flipping her, she whimpered helplessly, "Go ahead you sick little pervert."

He tugs the defiant black doll's bra and it opens. He can feel her trembling but she doesn't attempt to resist him taking that white bra. Remembering how she removed her skirt he grabbed that rectangle of material and pulled. It also unlatched. He dragged that mini skirt down her sculpted legs.

Now only little lacey white panties covered her round ass cheeks. He ran his fingers over that tight rump. Her fit body reacts, jerking slightly as his fingers fondle. Clearly she wants not to be the subject of his attention. She's smart however and knows one way or another he was free to enjoy her body as he wanted. As much as he wanted to just study her every inch she was to be the target and not his focus. Her panties are grabbed by the pads of his fingers and slip down those sexy black legs,

He places some tissues on his desk, a good height. He poses the unknown black beauty into a kneeling position. He can see clearly on her face that she knows what's in store. She glares at him in disgust.

He grabs Ms. Vale. "Peter please no. '' cheers him on. His finger nail hooks the zipper on her police styled body suit. She squirms as that latch is pulled down. That wiggling just made her perky firm breasts become exposed.

Her little arms pushed and strained to stop his fingers away. He's happily gasped as he pushed the little sleeves off her shoulders and down those pitiful arms. He peels the body suit down her sexy ass like she was a hot banana. Exposing her black appealing panties. She kicked at his hand. Grasping arousing in her amusing struggles. Peter savored his power over his teacher crush as he rolled those panties down her long toned legs.

"Peter no, no not again!" the former counselor pleaded as he started to undo his pants. "No, no no!" she chants as his hard-on is exposed. The unknown black doll cringes but stays quiet. "No Peter. No Peter. No Peter." that sexy African American pixy begged as he brought her to his dick. Pressing that sexy body around his shaft. Ms. Vale squirms to resist and that feels so good.

He slowly starts stroking his dream dark skinned beauty along his erection. Even with his clear dominance over her, that brown skinned former goddess still squirmed. Giving him a way to imagine her loving that wanted form along his dick. He knew that wasn't true, but he was in charge and he could pretend what he wanted.

His mind reminded of his limited time. So he grabbed on past imaginations involving his dick lover. Wished for meetings in her office at school. Her dancing cowgirl style on his cock while he sat in her chair. Kneeled topless before him as he enjoyed her oral encouragement. Oh so many ways he would have liked her to admit her secret lust for him. Now he could enjoy her how and when he wanted. The fact she was still not cooperative just made it better.

Ms. Vale's hot body stroked along his hard-on while he imagined her sucking him off instead quickly brought him over. He pointed at the unknown African American treat. Thick hot white cum spattered over those black tits. It oozed and coated that sexy exotic target. Last few drips purposely dropped on that gorgeous disgusted face.

He tapped the man-goo covered doll and she fell over. He turned Ms. Vale sixty nine style and plopped her on top snickering, "Oh look, a sexy Oreo."

He lifted them. He expected as much, but was still disappointed that they were not sucking each other's pussy while smeared with his man cream. He wondered if he could train them to do that as he did up his pants.

He didn't have time to play doll trainer now. So he took them to the washroom and hosed them off. Washing his hands as they were rinsed of his cream. He took them back to the trunk wrapped in a wash cloth. He freshened their food and water and removed their wastes. Once done he placed them back in. He gathered their clothes to scatter them over them.

He then made supper, he had actually started to enjoy preparing and cooking food since that became his job. He counted his natural skill at such pursuits to his father. His bitch mother was a horrible cook. Only thing he claimed to miss about her was that his father didn't drink that cursed rum when she was here. He needed to find something that would replace the siren call of that liquor.

He was plating the food when his father entered. "Stir fry huh? Fitting for tonight's class huh?" He said with a big smile. His father, nearly like he had been before the accident. Sure the scars still twisted his features, but that smile still gave Peter delight.

"I thought with the chicken that would work best." Peter liked father after work. His voice strong, eyes clear, now was how he was and what Peter carved back.

"I'll go wash up. We should have plenty of time to eat and you to change for class." his dad said. Striding long steps towards the bathroom.

The food was waiting when he came back. He nodded proudly at his son and sat. "How was school?" he asked, then took a big scoop.

"Boring, how was work?" Peter replied.

His dad nodded then noted, "Busy. Nothing major to fix. Door loose in its frame. Dripping taps. Just busy work."

"Oh, that's good or bad?" Peter requested.

His father smiled, "Good, small problems are easy to look over. I bet school was boring due to your own little things waiting here."

"Yeah a little." Peter confessed.

His father sighed. Then Peter waited for it. The usual request at this point of supper on taekwondo nights. "So after class tonight. '' he started as usual.

"I can take the bus home." Peter agreed to the repeated question.

"Oh, no. Actually I'm picking you up. I was going to ask if you wanted to visit a new store that opened up." His father surprised him.

"You want to go somewhere after taekwondo?" Peter was in disbelief.

"Yeah, would that be OK? I know it can't be easy to be seen with, well, me looking like this." his father kind of broke Peter's heart.

Peter fought back tears. "I would be proud to be out with my dad."

His father's eyes watered for the first time since he discovered that brown demon liquid. "Then tonight your dad will take you to that new store. I can't promise much later than that. But that I promise."

"Looking forward to it." Peter cheered. Thinking at least it's a step back to the man he knew that was drowning in those bottles.

They finished eating. Neither seem able to say much more just right then. Peter changed into his gi he was hopeful again. They drove to class.

At taekwondo, Bill asked, "What's so good?" as he sees Peter enter with a smile.

"Dad's taking me to a new store after Taekwondo." Peter answered his friend.

"Really, cool. I wonder if it's the same store my dad is taking me to." Bill guessed.

"Guess we'll find out." Peter said as they went to their area of the dojo for the night.

After class they say their goodbyes. Get into their father's cars and drive off. They take the same turns and travel the same roads. Both Peter and Bill are surprised to see a bright new store has been set up in this old rundown strip mall.

"Hello Bruce." Bill's father greets Peter's father.

"Hello Tony." Peter's father answered.

They entered the bright store Bill's father noted, "Thanks for letting everyone know about this place."

Peter's father shrugged, "Figured all the boys would need good cages and things for those tiny ladies."

The clerk, a pleasantly smiling old woman greets them, "Welcome to Little Wears, looking for cages?"

"Among other things." Bill's dad answers.

"Why don't I take you and Mr. South over to the cages while Bill and Peter head over to pick out outfits for their pets." Ms. Gale suggests.

"You heard Ms. Gale, go gather a wardrobe of outfits. Pick some extras for the new ones you'll be getting from Mr. Foreman later." Peter's day suggested pointing to where the sign indicated the mini clothes location.

It wasn't just outfits. The boys also selected furniture their little harems would rest on while not in use. Fed to keep them healthy. Even accessories designed to keep them in play shapes. It's almost like Christmas for the two boys.

"Man I can't wait to get home." Bill mentioned as they waited for their fathers to pay for their new pet's accessories.

Peter however had a different thought. He noticed suddenly his father was looking pale, trembling slightly. It had been a long while since he went this long into an evening without a drink. And Peter could see his self loathing and doubt were eating at him. Peter so wanted to find his father a new release to that internal pain.

"Hey man, what are you going to do first? I'm going to take those poker things dad is buying and gang bang Helen." Bill interrupted Peter's thoughts.

Peter had realized he might see the struggle his dad was having but Bill and Mr. Miles were clearly clueless or didn't care about his pain. "I'll likely put my cage together." Was all Peter could think to say.

"Oh, yeah I should do that too I guess." Bill replied with a shrug.

Peter vaguely listened as Bill spoke of his plans for Helen and his unnamed Asian. Peter too wanted to play with Ms. Vale in interesting ways but not at the expense of his father's health.

The four of them left that great store and Peter got into the car and they started home. Peter hoped to tempt his father away from that golden brown liquid, "Hey when we get home we could put together my new cage."

"You mind doing that yourself buddy. I'm a little beat from work and stuff." his father sighed, sounding like he was carrying a burden.

"No, I can. Are you going to bed then?" Peter suggested.

His father took a deep breath. It was clear to Peter he was actually considering it. His hopes came up then his father deflated and softly noted, "No, I think I'll watch a little TV first."

Maybe if he was distracted Peter wondered. Offering, "You want one of my tiny women to play with while you do that?"

His father shook his head. "No, you earn those. You should be the one to enjoy them. Thanks though."

"I could ask Mr. Foreman for a certain woman or girl. Is there maybe one you'd like, as like a gift?" Peter schemed.

His father looked to think for a moment and replied, "I don't think I should. You are the one earning them."

"I don't mind, really. Maybe a lady from work or I don't know a girl from the neighborhood?" Peter pressed.

"No buddy. Thanks. I don't deserve to take from your efforts." His father said.

Peter was desperate. His mouth came up with an idea before his brain considered it. "I could ask for mom, you could punish her for being a whore and leaving."

"Don't you call your mother a whore again!" His father snapped. Peter was strangely glad to see some fight still in his father. His father continued in an angry tone, "I don't want you or any of your friends to take your mother out of her life. Let her be happy. And when you're grown and made something of yourself, unlike me, you can deny her like she denies you now."

"Dad, I didn't mean to upset you. I just, well, mom isn't the only one denying me. Once you start with the rum I lose you too." Peter advised.

"You're better off at that point then." his father softly countered.

Peter didn't know how to respond. His dad was wounded and he had no idea what to do or say. How to help him, how to get his father back from that wounded man in his form. This was not something he would solve tonight.

They pulled into their driveway. His father helped him carry the items into his room. "You know where the tools are?" he asked.

"Yeah, yeah I do." Peter sighed.

"Alright, I'll be, you know." His father looked exhausted.

"Yeah, night dad." Peter sadly noted.

"Night Buddy." his father left and towards the living room.

Peter cleared off his dresser. He opened the box for the cage and pulled out the materials. The bottom was a semi-cleared black plastic container. Clearly labeled walls and floors. Peter marveled at the included sinks for them to get drinking water. Toilets to remove waste. Showers to clean themselves after satisfying him.

Peter was happy with how easy the cage was assembled. Like magic the connections latched and the structure took shape. The mini furniture also seemed to come together through will of their own more than his efforts. Leaving just placement with their accessories. Silently awaiting his sexy little pets.

To the old trunk. There they looked up with their scared pretty brown faces. He felt a strange disappointment that they had gotten redressed but not fully. No shoes to undo as they struggled or sexy hosiery to peel from their toned dark legs. His hand latched around Ms. Vale.

She squirmed in his grip. Pushing unsuccessfully at his index finger. The efforts stretched the front of her play cop uniform across her wonderful tits. The zipper not fully pulled up allowed him a preview of her cleavage.

He reached down to pinch that millimeter sized zipper tag. The former Counselor slapped at him as if she could make enough painful sensation to hinder him. She pushed at his grip, making him chuckle in amusement. As he pulled down that metal latching device he tilted his hand and opened fingers so as to not slow his own progress. Two fingers hooked up by her shoulders. He held there briefly to savor her begging him. Something about her voice whimpering his name in helpless pleading just made his dick hard.

He pushed the sleeves off her chocolate shaded shoulders. He flips Ms. Vale with ease. Peeling that costumed leotard off that perfect rounded ass. Dropping it he pressed his hand over the tiny woman. Humming in delight as she wiggles trapped in his palms. Her curves were designed for him to play with.

He opened his hands and Ms. Vale turned over. She sits semi-reclined in his hand. Ranting on about how what he was doing was wrong. How he had to realize that. That he should stop. Peter just listened to the music of her foolish rambling. Admiring her form just clad in her underwear. Hypnotized at how her tits heave as she implores him.

His dick twitched as she yelped as his free hand latched around her waist. Fingers pinned her chest down then he slowly slid her sexy panties down those cock wrapping legs. Did she not realize her squirming just rubbed her boobs into his finger. Encouraging him to want her fully naked.

He freed her just to flip her over and pin down on her shoulders. Accessing her bra straps, carefully he pinched the cross strap connector bit. She grunted alluringly as he pulled it open. He stroked along her spine. Admiring the structure of her exposed back. He pushed her straps off her shoulders. Over again, she clapped little hands over the cup parts. All her fit strength was no match to one hooking finger. The bra slipped from her hold then from her fully.

Wanting his hands free to strip the other brown skinned beauty he undid his pants. Ms. Vale guessed his plan correctly. Hearing that sexy voice pleading helplessly, "No Peter, please don't wrap me against your penis." He exposed the subject of her worries. His fingers hooked her arms in a way that allowed him to spread them wide. Pressing her naked sensual form along his hard dick. He openly panted as the sight of her dark skin along his pale skinned manhood filled his eyes. He pulled up his underwear restraining his former counselor along his hungry cock.

Trying to only slightly enjoy the sensations that Ms. Vale's body caused his dick. He wanted both black beauties to be savored. But that older crush was silhouetted by the material of his underwear. The stretched cotton material made her every failed attempt to wiggle free into delightful caress.

Softly gasping Peter looked back into the truck. The waiting nurse clad pretty crawled away from his lusting gaze on her back. Displaying her own toned legs from under her short little white skirt. Her sexy nurse themed top barely contained her boobs.

He grabbed her ankles and lifted her upside down. Not as personal as Ms. Vale's arousing begging. But her own pleading did twitch his dick against that former educator. Her little skirt draped down exposing her lacy white panties. He admired how they covered her tight ass.

He reaches up and grabs one side of her collar. Slight little tug and the first button opened. Little finger twitch after finger twitch opened more and more buttons. Something about her simple pure white bra against that dark skin just appealed to him. She just begged for his mercy as that shirt fell from his hand.

His finger stroked across the tips of her restrained boobs. She rambled on but sadly made no attempt to stop his molestation. He turned his hand and pinched the patch of the bra that held it on. A whimper inducing tug and it was free. Gravity took that garment allowing his finger to now stroke the exposed nipples of those firm tits.

He remembered her undoing the skirt. He spots the little place it was held tight. An arousing gasp is generated from the beauty and the top band loosened. He grabbed her hands in his free hand and laughed at her yelp of pain as he suddenly flipped her around. The skirt flutters to his bed.

He reaches around her softly tapering hips. He's almost tempted to scream at her. Even with the clear intent of him taking her last piece of clothes doesn't cause her to squirm. No she just mutters too low for Peter to hear as big beautiful dark brown eyes look at him with clear tears on the verge of falling. He licks his lips as her little smooth pussy comes into view.

Naked now, he knew what he wanted her and Ms. Vale to do. He freed his prized pet from her cotton cage and added her understudy. Both draped along his length he commands, "Use your little bodies to make my dick feel good."

The response is Ms. Vale's pointless plea, "Peter you have to know this isn't right."

He grabs the former teacher. Bends her across his dick. With a simple flick of his finger against her ass, her body arches her tits along his sensitive skin. She starts again, blah blah blah with the usual wrong and to help her. His second flick makes the unknown beauty press herself tightly against his shaft and begins loving his dick. Clearly his spankings were causing her discomfort. But Ms. Vale starts up again, her voice cracking some from the discomfort. Peter wished she had a Peyton he could threaten to gain her obedience like Mark had with Mrs. Bell. A third flick with a, "You want more, because I'm enjoying this almost as much too." The counselor closes her eyes. An expression of surrender is followed with a desired lick to his cock skin.

His hands lift. Both brown skinned pretties start servicing his giant manhood. Fit bodies grinding in submission to his want. Tongues reluctantly tasted his lust. He fought the urge to grab and just jerk off using their inches tall bodies. Oh he couldn't wait to help Mr. Foreman. He envisioned a gathering of African American beauties servicing his manhood at his want. He knew he wouldn't resist long. No, the image of his thick white cum oozing over that smooth gorgeous skin was already breaking his resolve down.

He tried to distract himself by deciding which one would get the cum shower. It wasn't a long debate. As beautiful as the unknown pet was. Ms. Vale had been tempting him in his dreams for a couple years now. Many of those dreams involved her gargling his man seed or it decorating her perfect face.

That was that. The understudy was drawn down so he could massage his heavy balls with her now squirming body. That freed up his other hand to pin his dream lover to his erection. Now he whimpered as her perfect curves were celebrated along his dick. Gasping from the sensations of her forced movements he quickened his pace. She begins grunting in discomfort but in his ears they are twisted to arousing sounds of sexual gratification. That makes his climax.

Peter pulls his former unattainable crush to the tip of his dick. Gasping grunts follow each sight of his thick warm cum pumping out and covering her face and tits. Savored almost as much as the efforts that brought the fluid flowing. The tiny woman in her discomfort was open mouthed and that makes her spunk mask that much better. As she sputters and coughs only making her mouth open for later spurts to fill it again and again.

Peter brings the other beauty up and pins her against Ms. Vale's cum cover body. Like a living tissue so he didn't get any of the man-goo on himself. He places them in the cage. By the showers. He briefly thinks on showing them how the showers work. But he's a bit too tired and they should be able to figure out a simple shower function.

He strips and dresses for bed. The idea of clothes for his pets is dismissed as a thing to possibly do before school in the morning. Besides, his morning fun would be quicker if they were not dressed anyway.

He stepped out into the hall. His father, in his chair watching some old action show off a DVD. Peter wondered briefly what glass of rum could he be on. He pushed down his sad thoughts to finish preparing for bed.

He returns to his room. The sounds from the cage told that the women figured out the showers. He shut off his lights. The sounds of flowing water help him slip to sleep quickly.

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Re: Mr. Foreman

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I am loving this, a mix of Harry Potter with SW, nice background story, makes it all more real... I listen to these stories on the go with headphones, with a text to speech app, where a feminine sexy voice goes on reading, thank you so much for sharing ..
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CH 07 Bill's Night: Mr. Foreman

Post by HHunter1 » Mon Jan 03, 2022 4:22 pm

Well thank you Hand-Holder. I hope I can continue to entertain.
Some of this chapter has bits modified from the last chapter. Tell me if I should add a modified beginning of last chapter. I think it works without it. But a second opinion wouldn't hurt. If things seem off let me know. I had started writing this as part of that last chapter then decided they should be split. I thought it would post better that way.

Chapter 07: Bill's Night
M/f,f Forced Sexual Contact/Sexual Humiliation *2
M,M/f Forced Sexual Contact + Bound + Forced Insertion + Sexual Humiliation

When Bill arrived home he went straight to his room. Passing the kitchen he interrupted his sister Amy's yipping about her missing friend Helen to ask his mother, "What's for supper?"

"I'm talking!" Amy snapped.

"When aren't you?" Bill mocked back.

"Would you two stop? Pork Chops and mashed potatoes, corn on the side." his mother inserted herself.

"Mom, he interrupted me." Amy complained as Bill continued off to his room.

"Bill, respect your sister, or I'll take those things you got last night away from you." his mother threatened.

"Sure mom." he replied knowing she wasn't likely to take his new favorite toys away from her baby boy.

He slipped his pants off and grabbed that useful frisbee from last night. He walked over to the cage on his dresser. The older Asian beauty had clad herself in the body suit of her cat costume. Helen was wearing her tight little vest attached shirt and little pleated jean skirt.

He placed Helen in the frisbee and sat down in his desk chair. Unzipping the blathering little oriental treat he commanded that Strawberry blonde beauty, "OK first slowly undo your skirt then like sexy slip it off."

"Bill please let me go, once I'm big again I'll let you touch my breast sometime." Helen adorably pleaded.

Bill snickered at such a weak offer. "God your stupid, I can touch your breasts any time I want while your small."

"How about I, I, I. Errr, I'll suck your dick." she suggested desperately.

That was at least a touch tempting. Those big tits hanging out while that cute face wrapped those pink lips around his dick. It would likely feel awesome. But he could lose that to keep her as his lap bitch. Taunting he re-requests, "Come on Helen, slip that skirt off for your sweet Bill."

He pulls that tight black covering from that sexy Asian as Helen disappointingly begs, "Please don't, help me."

Bill wraps his fingers around the Asian and squeezes slightly. The woman begins yipping in pain. "This will be you if you don't do as I request you titty little slut. Skirt, slowly now."

Helen was at least smart enough not to want his fist wrapped around her curvy body. She undid the skirt and slowly started slipping it down her lovely legs.

He opens his hand and forces that slender Asian to hug his cock with both its arms and its sculpted legs. Slowly sliding that lithe body along his manhood he purrs at Helen. "Now, undo your top. Don't let me see your nipples. Hide them, tease your.” Then he stopped.

He wasn't sure what to have them call him. Master was cliché. King? Not really. Owner was too on the nose. "Helen, you have a suggestion on what you should refer to me as?" he can't think of anything.

She had carefully undid that straining top. Hands hold that stretched fabric over her chest pillows. Whatever Mr. Foreman did when he shrunk her down had left those shoulder boulders firmer and perkier than tits of that size would ever be naturally. He snickers at her whimpered scared response, "You're a monster."

"Giant, yes you'll refer to me as your Giant. That way if I lend you to Tim or Peter they will be your Giant for that night or weekend." he happily advises.

Helen clearly didn't appreciate the suggestion the other guys would have nights and such to use her too. Annoying she was clearly fighting back tears. He decides to gain her focus, "Go ahead, say it. Call me your Giant."

"Fine you sick bastard, you're my giant." she snaps back.

He adjusted his hand and flicked the little round ass on the Asian. He likes how it yelped and squirmed from that punishment. He would have to flick shrunken asses again. "One more outburst and I'll spank that fine booty."

"Fine, please don't hurt me, my Giant." Helen surrendered.

"No, arch those melons out and slowly wiggle them out for my enjoyment." he decried as the Asian was used to keep his cock hard.

Helen pushed her shoulders back. Years of cheer made her quite skilled at moving her shapely body. And yes he had seen them naked last night, yet there was still something exciting about watching her expose her big plump breasts to him. Like an offering to her new god. Well, a forced offering, but that had a touch of excitement linked to it too.

He was glad she hadn't bothered to put her bra on. Did she know she was going to do a strip tease for her Giant once he got home from school? He thought about asking, but the fact her white cotton panties looked sexy was reminding him she wasn't naked yet.

"Panties, slowly, let me savor you taking them off." He commanded.

Helen hooks her thumbs into the thin straps hung along her wonderful hips. Those hips rock back and forth, making slow circles. Her little smooth slit smile sideways at him as she strips those little white panties. Down over her knees, she turns. It looked like she slipped. If it was planned or an accident her side ass is displayed beautifully.

He sat there and stared at the naked girl. There was always something he liked about Helen. Pretty, yes. That curvy body, definitely. But more. He always figured that was her sweet personality. Yes, his sister's friend. But she didn't snark at him like Vicki or Moncia. Now that sweet voice whimpering, that cute face pouting all sexy and helpless. Now he considered it was her dizziness. Almost genetically designed to be owned by a man in some way or another.

"Now what my Giant." she requests, like she knows she is a perfect little pet bitch.

"Oh, you're going to beg me to cum on you." he taunted, stroking that Asian faster. It didn't like that and squirmed. She seemed made to be owned too.

"Please not again." Helen pleads.

Bill drinks that sweet helplessness. She was begging and that was more what he wanted. "Not what?" he eggs her on. Slowing down the sensations along his cock made by slender oriental beauty.

"Please don't cum on me." sings Helen's sweet little voice.

"Oh yeah." Bill gasps in delight. "I'm going to cum on those big old tits. Push them out." he commands.

Helen's whimpering reply is, "Bill please, it feels disgusting." Still she knows her position as those big round melons are pushed towards him. Bouncing slightly as Helen braces herself in that pose.

"Hold that mouth open, your giant likes seeing it filled with cum." he demands.

"No, no, no." she mumbled barely audibly. Then those sweet pink lips slowly, trembling, form a big O-Shape.

"I'm going to cover your face in cum." Bill informs his busty pet. This makes her breath fast. Heaving those chest orbs perfectly. Like they were dancing for the white rain to flood over them. His hand strokes that cock hugging beauty faster. The sensation of sexual dominance over that older girl delights his cock. The sight of a crush posed to receive his seed under helpless duress was a visual feast.

He stands and points his ridged dick into that strawberry blonde's face. Too startled and scared to turn away. Bill cheers loudly, "YES!" as his first thick glob hits that pretty face and the ends spread apart and wraps to the sides of her head and smears through her long beautiful hair. "Yes!" as the next glob sort of bounces off that cum drenched face and rolls slightly. Slowly starting to spread over the tops of those held out tits. "Yes!" he gasps a third time as he realizes his load is collecting then glazing down her appealing body.

Spent, he slouches back into that wheeled chair. Gasping for air. For such a simple act he was very physically spent at its competition. It was worth it. Now he looked at that curvy Helen kneeling in a clearly disgusted pose. Smeared almost evenly with his cum from her head down to her knees.

A knock on his door. "Bill, buddy, are you OK for a dad chat?"

"Ah, I'm getting ready for taekwondo." he lied.

His dad comes in and nods proudly, "Yeah, that was what I thought. Helen looks good like that."

"Yes she does." Bill agrees. "Did you want a go?" he offers, holding the scared cock gashia towards his father.

"Yeah, thanks son." his father accepts. It should have seemed weird to see his dad undoing his pants and wrapping a tiny woman half his age around his limp cock. But Bill was more happy they had something they enjoyed doing together.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" Bill asked over Helen's return to begging for help.

"Oh, this little wonton feels great huh. Right, I'll be picking you up after taekwondo tonight. There is a new store I think we should take a look at together." His father answered as the sensation of the Asian's slender body was awakening his cock quite quickly.

"What type of store?" Bill asked amused at how quickly Helen gave up and just posed for his excited father.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah. Now you're a little cum whore like you always should have been." his father taunted the curvy target. Then between gasping breaths guessed, "I think it's a store for owning these little women."

"Really?" Bill found that odd. But wasn't owning tiny people odd anyway? Would a store be any stranger?

"AHH!" His father gasped and added his own cum to the coating Helen already unwillingly wore. He finished and stood a little wobbly. "What should I do with this one?" he asked, holding the gasping little Asian.

"Place her in the Frisbee. She'll lick the cum off Helen's tits or I'll punish her." Bill answered.

"Good idea. Lick it up lap lily." his father teased as he rolled her into the puddle forming in the plastic disk.

His father sits on Bill's old toy chest. They look at each other and laugh like old cartoon villains. Amused more as the slender beauty rolls onto her knees and reluctantly starts licking the white smear off Helen's big plump boobs. Father and son snickering with their spent dicks just hanging out.

A knock on the door ended their entertainment, "OK boys. Time to clean up for supper." Bill heard his mother's voice.

"We'll be right there dear." His father noted. "You change and I'll rinse these." his father said, lifting the frisbee and making the two tiny ladies tumble into the white goo.

"Thanks dad." Bill replied, getting up for his Gi.

The Miles family sat down for supper. His sisters rambled on about dance or cheer. Bill could only think about what girls from those clubs would look like as naked helpless little pets. He looked up and his father had an amused smile. They look at each other and nod in silent agreement.

After supper, while his mother dealt with the girl's need for rides. His father took him to taekwondo.

At taekwondo, Bill asked, "What's so good?" as he sees Peter enter with a smile.

"Dad's taking me to a new store after Taekwondo." Peter answered.

"Really, cool. I wonder if it's the same store my dad is taking me to." Bill guessed.

"Guess we'll find out." Peter said as they went to their area of the dojo for the night.

After class they say their goodbyes. Get into their father's cars and drive off. They take the same turns and travel the same roads. Both Peter and Bill are surprised to see a bright new store has been set up in this old rundown strip mall.

"Hello Bruce." Bill's father greets Peter's father.

"Hello Tony." Peter's father answered.

They entered the bright store Bill's father noted, "Thanks for letting everyone know about this place."

Peter's father shrugged, "Figured all the boys would need good cages and things for those tiny ladies."

The clerk, a pleasantly smiling old woman greets them, "Welcome to Little Wears, looking for cages?"

"Among other things." Bill's dad answers.

"Why don't I take you and Mr. South over to the cages while Bill and Peter head over to pick out outfits for their pets." Ms. Gale suggests.

"You heard Ms. Gale, go gather a wardrobe of outfits. Pick some extras for the new ones you'll be getting from Mr. Foreman later." Peter's day suggested pointing to where the sign indicated the mini clothes location.

It wasn't just outfits. The boys also selected furniture their little harems would rest on while not in use. Feed to keep them healthy. Even accessories designed to keep them in play shapes. It's almost like Christmas for the two boys.

"Man, I can't wait to get home." Bill mentioned as they waited for their fathers to pay for their new pet's accessories.

Bill was a little put out. Peter didn’t respond. Just stared at his father with a strange look on his face. Bill tried again, "Hey man, what are you going to do first? I'm going to take those poker things dad is buying and gang bang Helen."

Peter mumbled, "I'll likely put my cage together." What a strange response Bill thought. Wasn’t he excited to dress and undress his tiny women?

"Oh, yeah I should do that too I guess." Bill replied, confused at Peter’s lackluster tone.

“Man, did you see all the accessories dad is buying. There has to be like a half dozen things just to tie Helen too.” Bill started. Peter’s ah huh response told he wasn’t really listening. Bill chalked that up to Peter imagining that hottie Ms. Vale being stripped of the many outfits he picked out for her. Bill did have a moment of worry that his friend might have been a touch racist. Many outfits being traditional costumes for darker skinned societies and slave and chain outfits. But, as long as he didn’t push those ideas, how Peter enjoyed his little women was for him to decide.

The four of them left that great store and Bill got into the car and they started home. Bill’s father mentioned on the way home, “How about we put the cage and furniture together?”

Bill liked this attention, “Sure dad. Maybe we could shower Helen again.”

“You bet. I bought something I want to try her on.” His father noted.

“Oh, I wanted to use those stylus things with the rubber dicks as tips on her.” Bill advised.

His father nodded, “We can do both.”

“Oh cool.” Bill was happy. The idea of fucking Helen with those little dildos was flooding his brain.

“So, are you going to Mr. Foreman’s tomorrow?” His dad was clearly working towards hinting something.

“That’s the plan.” Bill responded wondering what his father had in mind.

“So, do you get to select your reward or does he just pick you one?” his father questioned.

“Well, he picks but it seems to be one I’d want.” Bill noted.

“So, if you really wanted one, would he pick that one? Like could you will your choice?” His father wondered.

Bill shrugged. “I’m not sure. Why is there a girl you’d want me to concentrate on when he picks my reward?”

“I would. I mean you might think about Donna, you know that busty brunette from Amy’s cheer team.” His dad hinted.

Bill had been hoping for another Asian to add to his small mix. But Donna was hot. And another busty girl to rub on his dick would be good. And dad clearly liked the idea of molesting Amy’s dark haired friend. “I’ll try.” Bill excitedly responded.

“Thanks.” His father growled clearly, picturing Donna being used in some way.


“Oh, after that maybe I should think about the Bank twins.” Bill suggested, as a way to start making a list if that worked.

“Hmmm, or Rosey from gymnastics.” His father purred.

Bill snickered. His dad was a pedo. Rosey was a year or so younger than he was. The Pretty long haired blonde from his little sister Melissa's gymnastics class. Though she was cute and flexible. Slender body would look good sandwiched between the bountiful chests of Helen and Donna. “Well, I’ll test this theory and if it works maybe tomorrow night we could start making a list.” Billy looked to hang out with his dad.

“Sounds good to me.” his father replied.

They pulled into the drive. They walked into the house and immediately Amy whined, “I’ve had my license nearly a year and you won’t buy me a car but you’ll buy Bill all that junk for those things in his room?”

“He needs to keep them somewhere Princess. Pets need accessories.” His father countered.

“I need to be able to get around on my own. Not still need to have you and mom ship me to cheer and the mall. You promised once I earned my license you’d look into used cars for me.” Amy brought up that old nugget.

“I did, but there are also insurance costs sweetheart. If you maybe had a job to cover some of the expense for what would be your car.” his dad countered.

“I might be able to get a job if I didn’t have to rely on my parents as drivers.” she huffed. “So, what job did Billy get that means he gets all that stuff?” She found a new attack.

“Well frankly Amy, Bill and I are looking after those pets as a shared hobby.” his father stated proudly.

Amy looked to say more when mom chirped in, “Oh really. Great, you two needed something to share. I’ve said that for a while now.”

Amy couldn’t get a snip in edgewise as Melissa asked, “If you're doing that with Bill, who will drive me to gymnastics and dance?”

Bill had to hide his smile as his father quickly hummed out, “Oh Baby Girl you know daddy will always take you to those.”

“Well, you two should get those things in Bill’s room. He does have school in the morning.” Bill’s mother advised.

Amy huffed off to her room as they left the entrance. Melissa was heard asking about maybe getting some of those strange rodent things too. That made no sense to Bill, they were clearly little women.

Bill and his father entered his room. “Well we better move this.” his father stated as he lifted the little hamster cage and placed it in his bed. Bill liked how Helen and the Asian screamed in fear as they were moved so casually.

They tore open the cage box. A multi level containment. With all the facilities of a sexy little prison. No matter where they were or what they were doing Bill would be able to watch. He made sure the showers were easy to see from the front of his dresser. More conveniently the access doors left no area where they could escape his grasp. He could pop a latch and get right to pleasuring himself with their sexy little bodies. The furniture snapped together intuitively. In no time the sleeping chambers were lined with the little beds with personal closets to hold the costumes for the tiny woman assigned to that bed.

“Now for the fun pieces.” his father advised pulling out the different devices designed to restrain the tiny beauties. Posts with neck collars. Free standing walls for latching arms up above their heads. One of those things that locked over their wrists and neck making them stand bent at the waist. Bill didn’t even know if he’d use them. But he was glad he could if he wanted too.

"Well you need to be getting ready for bed soon." his father sighed.

"Dad you mind if I, you know." Bill requested.

"No, I figured we would. Go get Helen while I prepare my last extra item." His father advised.

Bill opened that old hamster cage. Helen knew what was coming. "No please, no please, no please." she chanted as she cringed backward from his hand. Cupped to wrap around her curvy body. He wiggles his fingers and that action made the strawberry blonde beauty gasp more as she rambled out the pointless repeated request.

He growled excitedly as she was caught. Lifting her with ease, trapping the Asian in the cage. Possibly for later enjoyment. Helen just whimpered as he opened his hand. He lifted her leg making her dangle slightly off his hand. This gave him access to the zipper on her jean skirt. He snickers in his throat as his nail grabs the head of that metal fastening. It doesn't have the strength to resist him.

He drops the busty doll back into his palm. She grabs the top of her skirt and begins barking out no repeatedly in a panicked tone. He laughs throat fully as he nabs the helm of that skirt in a simple pinch. She strains and fights as he simply tugs that garment off her ass and from her body.

She attempts to pull the bottom of her shirt down to cover her panties. He hooked his nail under where her shirt was held by its first button. A flick of his nail and it was undone. Helen grabbed her shirt to guard the next button. He simply reaches down to her panties and she panics to guard them. He catches under the next button and her massive bra restrained breasts appear intoxicating.

Helen can't seem to decide where to protect. Bill toys with her. Slowly reaching for a button, then as she grabs the front of her shirt, he then starts heading for her panties. She attempts to cover them instead. He could have restrained her and just tear them off her but this was better. She clearly has to know she can't stop him once he actually decides to finish stripping her. Her sweet voice just kept begging no the whole time.

Suddenly she's too slow. Maybe she's tired, but he flicks open another button. Her head flops back at this loss. Arms back he is greatly disappointed at her surrender. Still slowly popping the rest of her buttons are delightful. He flares the shirt open to display her underwear covered body. She just looks away shaking her head and mumbling too low for Bill to hear.

Her panties were slipped down those appealing legs. He lifted her slightly and pulled her shirt off. Flipping her she rests on all fours in his palm. He can feel her trembling. He unhooks that straining bra and he drops down her arms. He lifts her by her holdable hips. "She's ready dad." Bill announced.

"Bring her here." His father noted. On the edge of Bill's desk is a strange little table in a bowled plate. It was a bunch of flat boards of plastic or possibly steel connected with both folding and twisting hinges sitting on a short pillar on a ball joint.

Bill hands the mini-girl to his father. Helen gains a bit of her fight as she begs Bill's father for help. Making the man laugh, "Good thing you're pretty Helen because smart you're not." his father taunted.

Bill likes how she hums out a repeating whimper sound as his dad latches her wrists and ankles. A device at the top of the table latched her head into an upturned position. Then his father flipped to side brackets that pushed her ample breasts together.

"Oh dad, I wanted to use those dildo styluses." Bill now whimpers.

"Oh we will. Watch." His father advises. He bends the board along Helen's legs and they are posed straight up from her hips. Then he pushes them apart. Helen's ass and pussy were on full display and from how she was wiggling there was nothing she could do to change that. "Well, head or tail?" His father jokingly asked.

Bill grabbed the wand like devices with little rubber dicks attached on their ends. "Oh I want her pussy." he slurps out.

His father's finger strokes around Helen's little mouth, "Good, I've been wanting to fill her mouth for a while now." He looked at Bill and advises, "Grab the lube, it isn't likely Helen's going to be an eager pin cushion."

"Right dad." Bill noted grabbing a bottom. He popped the flip top and inserted a phallic tip and turned the bottle to well coat that tip. "Will you need yours lubed as well?"

"One, her mouth will be wet enough I think." his father noted.

Bill places the tip of his first lube soaked dildo on a wand to Helen's twitching pussy. He wiggles it at her entrance. Her body strains to escape her bonds to no avail. His dad snickers, "Open up Helen, that sweet mouth is made for this."

Bill marvels how just a little pressure drives his play cock into her resisting pussy. She yelps in reaction and his dad cheers, "Yeah that's right."

The split roast that restrained busty toy. Both snickering like cruel children. "Man I can feel how tight her pussy is." Bill informs his father.

"Ah poor little Helen. Didn't you get your cherry popped before now?" He father taunts.

"I'm going to fill her ass." Bill informs as he picks up a second wand and lube it up.

"I've always wanted to titty fuck those boulders." he dad taunts as his lubed rubber cock is pressed to Helen's bonded breasts. Bill savors as her cleavage coils around that fake man shaft and it slips between her melons. Soon his dad is jiggling her unnaturally firm big tits with a slight movement of his wrist.

Bill poked the little pink spot between her ass cheeks. It's a bit more difficult to penetrate. But between his slight effort and the ample lube it slides in deep. Soon Helen is attempting to make moaning complaints despite the play dick she was made to be sucking on.

"Man, this is arousing." his father noted admiring the sight of Helen being gang banged by toy dicks.

"Yeah." Bill gleefully replied mesmerized by the sight himself.

"Do you mind if I whip out my penis?" His dad requested.

Bill placed both wands in one hand. A simple shifting of his wrist was enough to keep fucking Helen's ass and pussy. "No, go ahead. I'm going to." He answers.

His dad shifts the handle to one hand and keeps up stretching Helen's throat while rocking her massive mini-tits. "Great, getting a little tight in there." he father says in an amused tone.

Bill started stroking his erect dick and pointing the tip over the restrained beauty. "Man, I'm going to enjoy covering her in cum."

"Really, I'm going to pop this thing out of her mouth, place my tip over her lips and watch as my cum overloads her throat. You could pop her cunt and fill her like an éclair." His father advised.

Bill hadn't thought about that. Blasting his cum into Helen like the little toy slut she now was. To watch as it slowly drips from her pussy. Any extra he could paint her round little ass with. "Yeah, I'll do that."

The thought of cum fucking Helen brought Bill to his peak. Wands out he pressed his tip at the little bodies' stretched pussy. His first pump and Helen gave a loud whine and her body wiggled in those restraints.

His dad popped out the wand in her mouth and capped those pink lips with his giant cock. Father gasped loudly and Helen's pretty eyes went wide. Her cheek bulge under the liquid pressure.

Bill quickly shifted and Helen failed to clench tight enough to keep his spunk from filling her ass. His dad allowed a few pumps to fail to enter her throat and flood her pretty face in thick white goo. Then let his last spurts to glaze those big cock pleasing tits.

Bill felt faint after cumming so hard and sat in a flump on his bed. His father looked greatly satisfied easily settled into Bill's computer chair. They sat there a few minutes in silence admiring Helen as she made whimpered couching attempts to clear her throat. Bill's cum cover her crotch, ass, and the backs of her thighs. His father painted her face and tits in his semen.

"Oh no." his father suddenly grumbled.

"What?" Bill asked.

"Well, I didn't think of it till now. But can you get them pregnant?" His father asked.

Oh no was right. He didn't want to be filling all his tiny women with babies. He cringed as he stated, "I don't know. I hope not."

"You should ask Mr. Foreman." his father suggested.

"Yeah, yeah. I will." Bill agreed.

His dad started doing up his pants. "Well you get ready for bed. I'll clean Helen up."

"Yeah. Best not worry about it till we know more." Bill reasoned.

His father lifted the restraining table then snickered, "Wait, she can clean herself now." He stepped closer to the cage and opened the door to the showers. He tilted the device and started opening the restraints. Making Helen flopped into the slowly draining puddle of their combined spent delight. "I'll be back after I rinse this off." his father noted then left.

Bill grabbed the Asian from the Hamster cage and placed her into her new home. Then dressed for bed. He was on his way to the bathroom when his father passed. "I left it to dry in the tub. We'll need to get you shelves for things like that. Man, now I wish you had a bigger room. They will take up a lot of space."

Bill joked, "You could give me Amy's room."

"Don't say things like that. She'll hear and throw another tantrum." His father snickered back.

"OK, fine." Bill laughed softly.

Bill prep for bed. As he laid down in his bed the worry that Helen might be carrying his baby struck. Then Bill reasoned, Mr. Foreman could make them doll sized he could likely abort and unwanted cum creations. That reasoning eased his mind and he slept peacefully.

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Better and better! :twisted:
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Post by HHunter1 » Fri Jan 07, 2022 12:45 pm

Oh good. I hope I can keep the enjoyment up then.

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CH 09 Couples: Mr. Foreman

Post by HHunter1 » Thu Jan 20, 2022 2:25 pm

A bit of character stuff in this one. Hope you don't mind. I have Mark's version of this day written but not edited, so I'll likely add that later. I'm thinking of writing Bill and Peter's nights and possibly Crystal's (Mark's Mom) day. Let me know if they would interest you guys. Anyhow, chapter.

Chapter 09: Couples
M/f,f,f
M/f,f,f,f

Tim awoke with his old shorts stretched. Seems his dick was excited about morning relief. He walked up to the new magic cage. The three little beauties were sleeping in a pile. Sharing adorably the one mattress he gifted them with, towels wrapped around their appealing forms. His sock draped over their hip areas.

He was glad to have left them without clothes. His dick was twitching at the sight. Helpless and sexy all at once. He had an idea. He grabbed his shirt from yesterday and folded it length ways to make a strap. He popped the cage and that black haired beauty awoke and immediately welcomed him with an appealing, "No please!"

He pulled her out first and tore her little bath towel off. His tongue danced along his lips as he admired her hot body. He pulled her arms and ankles lightly to have her stretched along his shirt. "Hold still." he growled and she nodded wonderfully submissively.

He looked in to see the other two were awaken by his taking of their friend. He grabbed the ankles of the one with Reddish Brown hair and dragged her a bit before lifting her. Her towel left her as she was brought out of the cage. She was stretched along the first. He didn't even bother to threaten as she looked frozen in place.

The third with her short light brown hair was clearly unaware of her new life. Running like there was a place to hide from him. Her towel lost as she darted into another chamber. But all chambers have easy access doors. Fist grabbed around her body and lifted her out. "Stay as I place you or I'll get really mean." He taunted her. Then placed her out straight.

He loved the whimpering that came as he whipped out his erection. He aimed it above the black haired beauty. She felt wonderful along his shaft. Little limbs pressed to the underside of his dick. He slid his hands under her two friends and pressed them to the sides of his cock. Hands slowly but steadily pulled the shirts to hold them firmly along his length but not enough to crush them. They were now wrapped in his fabric pussy so they stayed aligned. He pulled it back to hold it in place.

Tim stayed there a minute. Little beauties squirming trapped in the shirt net. He could feel them gasping against his sensitive skin. Slowly he pulled his dick back. Carefully testing the path he pushed it back along them. Three wonderful bodies were safe to enjoy. They in turn encouraged him by whimpering in unison as he tested his shirt pussy.

Knowing they wouldn't be hurt he started. The sensations from body fucking three hot tiny women at once was exactly what his dick was up so early for. Their legs were wrapped along his shaft. Three sets of firm tiny tits dragged along his sensitive skin. Their chorus of voices grunting and gasping as his manhood savored their bodies. Tim was in heaven.

Heaven was a bit much for his young body. He wrapped his hands around the contained beauties. Pulling the shirt up to the tip he felt Reddish Hair and Short Hair slid against Black Haired one. He moaned in ecstasy as his balls flooded cum out of his dick. The three helpless women whimpered and groined in disgust as his release sprayed into their shirt nest.

He pulled his dick out and lifted to see his results. The three were all coated from hips to neck. His cum must have been particularly sticky this morning as strings of it were stretching from their lifted arms from their oozing chests. The Black Haired one tapped her arm by mistake into Reddish Hair's arm and spunk webbing was strung between them.

He laughed in delight as he pressed them together. He was glad he didn't have to wash them afterward any more. Such a time saver to just pour them into the cage. Sadly the shirt soaked up too much of the cum to dribble it over their pretty faces. He closed the cage as he used a dry patch of his shirt to dry off the tip of his dick. Tossing it into his hamper, hoping it would dried enough before his mother
did laundry next.

He got ready for school. Wash up, Breakfast, and such. He was even nice enough to leave his current collection with a cheer uniform each. Looking forward to taking them off of them after school.

He walked to the corner where he encountered Peter. "Morning Peter. We need to go this way."

"Why are we going this way?" Peter asked.

"We are meeting Mark." Tim reminded him.

"Mark lives that way." Peter noted.

"Mark wants to walk Peyton to school." Tim wondered why he didn't start with that.

"Wait, does that mean they are going out? Mark and Peyton?" Peter asked. There was an odd approval proudness to his tone.

Tim shrugged. "Maybe. I think that's what Mark hopes."

"But he has." Peter pointed out what Tim had already advised Mark about.

"Yeah. That might be trouble later." Tim agreed.

"If so, should Mark get Peyton, you know, that way too?" Peter suggested.

"Yeah, I think that might work best if this thing doesn't work out." Tim agreed again.

"What are guys doing here?" They turn to see Felicity Davis smiling at them. Beside her was Aoi Zhao.

"We're waiting for Mark. He's walking Peyton for school." Tim answers.

"Huh, Peyton wanted us to meet her here. I guess for us to walk together." Felicity replies. She looks at Peter, "Hello Peter, how have you been?"

"Wait, we have to walk with them?" Bill announced his approach.

"You don't have to. I'd have a better day if you did." His sister Melissia countered while rolling her eyes. Tim got a kick at how she always had a snip at her older brother around his friends. Her cute features form into a smile and she looks right at him, making Tim turn his gaze. As he sneaks a look back he questions if he catches her sneaking a look back.

"Good, we are all here." Mark advises. Tim is strangely delighted to see Peyton is holding his hand.

Melissia is suddenly beside Tim. Asking, "So, does that mean we'll all be walking to school for now on?"

"I don't think so." Bill growls.

Aoi pats his arm. "Would that be so bad?"

"Well, you know just Melissia being annoying." Bill sputtered looking at the short little Asian teen.

Tim looks about. Was this planned or known about? Mark and Peyton look to be sharing an inside joke. Felicity and Peter chatted nervously. Bill asking Aoi about some show. He looks to his side and catches Melissia looking at him. Have they been paired up. Why has he been paired with Melissia? Yes she's smart and pretty but she is Bill's sister. He would never allow Tim to date her. It would be nice if he did.

"We should get to school." Tim announced and is nervously amused that he was in chorus with Melissia.

"Yeah, we should." Peter noted.

"Nice day for a walk." Felicity noted.

"Yeah, your right." Peter replied. To Tim it looked like Peter sighed at the pretty redhead.

"We could go for a walk in the park after we eat lunch." Aoi suggested looking hopeful at Bill.

Was Bill blushing Tim wondered. He mumbled out, "A walk could be good."

They start heading to school. Tim's mind racing. So much is happening so fast. The tiny women, he would be learning magic, and now walking with Melissia and her friends. He had to wonder if this was part of Mr. Foreman's scheme involving them.

"Burr, a bit chilly." Melissia noted beside him.

"It's because you're still wearing a light fall coat. Here, I'm a little too warm anyway." Tim suggests hooking his coat over her slender shoulders. It isn't until she smiles at him and he catches Bill glaring at him does he realize what he just did.

Once in the school he got his jacket from Melissa and they separated. Tim headed to his locker and started pulling out his books for his first class.

Bill rushed up to him. "What was that?"

Tim worried what he was upset about. But he took a chance, "What was what?"

"The jacket thing with my sister." Bill clarified.

"She was cold." Tim defended his action.

Bill huffed and decried, "You will not be warming up my sister."

"I wasn't doing anything. I was just being nice." Tim defended his action.

"Fine. As long as you know not to try to date my sister." Bill accepted Tim's response.

Tim went to morning classes wondering how the lunch walk would go if he was going to have to try to avoid Melissia. Bill was right, as his friend he should try dating his little sister. Even if she was fun, interesting, and cute. Dang it, the more he tried not to want to go on that lunch walk, the more he wished Melissia wasn't Bill's sister.

Peter met him at his locker. "So, what do you think of Felicity?" Which was more likely, should I date Felicity.

"She seems nice. But with her pale skin and red hair isn't she the opposite of your claimed interest?'' Tim challenged.

"What, oh. You know you have to be flexible in life. Just because she has milky smooth skin and emerald green eyes is pretty in a nice way." Peter sighed, likely more than he wanted to.

Tim snickered. Just yesterday they didn't think much about Melissa and her friends. Now they were looking to become couples. Dang it he snarled in his head, I can't couple with Melissia.

They walked to their usual table as Peter described why Felicity was nice. Tim was suddenly realizing that maybe Peter had thought about the Redhead a time or two before today. He watched as Mark and Peyton walked in, hand in hand. At least one of them looked to have coupled. He walked her to her usual table.

Dang it, Melissia saw him looking over. She pushed her short hair behind her ear and shyly smiled at him. What was going on, why was his heart sputtering like that. Why was he shyly smiling back. Shrunken ladies were so much easier to deal with than full sized girls. Though, full sized girls seem nice too. His mind started chanting a firm reminder, "Bill's sister, Bill's sister."

Speaking of Bill, he entered with Aoi following behind him like a lost puppy. He said something to her and the little Asian pretty nodded reassuringly. Bill walked over and sat down. "There, I solved the walk problem."

"What walk problem?" Peter sounded annoyed.

"Tim won't have a girl to walk with. So to be fair to him and allow us to talk guy stuff I told Aoi to tell the girls Tim didn't want to go for a walk with them." Bill explained.

"Ahh, from what I've been told Tim would have a girl to walk with." Mark huffed.

"No he doesn't." Bill scoffed.

"Guys, Bill doesn't want me to go out with Melissia since she is his sister." Tim advised trying not to sound annoyed.

"What do you want?" Mark rebutted.

"It doesn't matter. Friends don't date friend’s sisters." Bill answered before Tim could.

"Lighten up Bill." Peter sighed. He looked at Bill glaring at him and suggested, "Wouldn't it be better to have someone you know is a good guy dating your sister then some guy you don't know."

"Friends don't date friend’s sisters." Bill firmly repeated.

Tim knew this wasn't going to go anywhere so he injected, "We all going to Mr. Foreman's after school?"

"I will be there after I walk Peyton home." Mark answered, side-eyeing Bill.

"Do, do you think Felicity would like me to walk her home?" Peter asked Mark.

"I'm sure Aoi will look for my protection." Bill proudly claimed.

"What do you think he'll want us to do?" Tim questioned. He knew if walking the girls home stayed a topic focus, Peter or Mark would slip back to Him and Melissia.

"Maybe he'll want us to finish cleaning that room." Mark suggested.

"Clean, really?" Bill scoffed.

"Yeah. He thinks it'll give us a place to hang out and play games." Mark said. Tim was thrown off by the lie.

"Oh, like old man games?" Bill questioned with a slight disgust.

"Maybe, I think he's just lonely." Mark answered.

Bill nodded then threatened, "If he's doing this to try to touch us I'll smash his pervy face in."

They finished lunch and headed to their first afternoon class. Tim was just leaving his locker when Melissia popped up beside him noting, "So, Billy got to you huh?"

"Bill would be uncomfortable if we hung out." Tim advised.

She tapped her shoulder at his, while laughing, "Yeah, that's what I thought. But, what would you be comfortable with."

"Melissia I don't want to cause problems." Tim confessed.

She smiled a little sadly and noted, "He'd get over it. You know Bill, he just wants everything his way. And gets all whiney. But as soon as he sees he's not going to change things by sooking, he'll come around."

Tim nodded. She was right after all. Bill was all buster and no wind. It was just strange to be dating his friend’s little sister. "Can we maybe wait a bit. See how things go for him and Aoi maybe?"

At his class door she said, "Sure, but don't wait too long." Then she grabbed his arm and lifted herself onto her toes and kissed his cheek. Then sort of pranced off down the hall.

Tim was surprised at his reaction. His heart was pounded like a jackhammer. He had access to three tiny beauties at home. He had literally wrapped them around his penis this morning. And a simple peck on his cheek from a girl his age had his blood rushing in a different almost more exciting way.

Tim tried but couldn't get Melissia out of his mind all afternoon. Her cute smile, her fun personality, and a base as he found it, her round little ass. Tim was smart enough to know he was smitten. He knew enough to know it wasn't love but attraction. That didn't stop him from questioning if it might grow to be more.

He stepped outside to see his friends filtering away from the school. Mark walked with Peyton, he smiled as that pairing was holding hands. Peter had Felicity's bag in his hand as he and the short redhead gave each other nervous looks and clearly knowing giggles. Bill, such a gentleman, had little Aoi carrying his bag as he described his character's great accomplishment at their last DnD game. Tim was tempted to rush out and note how it was Mark's character that was the actual hero. But left it as the Asian cutie looked enthralled in his boastful friend's story.

Tim hoped they would all meet up at Mr. Foreman's like they had planned to do before the girls suddenly came into the picture. He had just turned the corner to head towards that destination when someone punched his shoulder. "Why are you walking so fast?" teased Melissa's voice and his annoyance at the strike just disappeared.

"I didn't know I shouldn't walk my own pace alone." he retorted as he felt his heart start quickening its own pace. Why was her smile just the prettiest thing now?

"Well, since Bill is headed towards Aoi's you could make sure I get home safe." she suggested.

"OK, sure." he said while his suddenly clouded mind screamed out YES!

They walked, chatting about a show they both watched. Tim realized he wasn't paying too much attention to the talk. But her face. The shy looks. The slight curl to her smile at him looking back. How those lips looked so soft and sweet.

"It's cold." She suddenly noted and grabbed his arm and cuddled close. He felt his body helpfully heat up to warm her. And she rested her head on his shoulder to turn that heat up more.

They arrived at her house and she took his hands in hers and looked up at him and he didn't want to go anywhere else. "So, Mark is planning on walking Peyton home tomorrow. And likely the other girls will have the other guys walk them." Melissia started.

"Then you'll need someone to walk you home then?" he asked hopefully.

"OK, thanks." She cheered and raised up. Tim expected another peck on his cheek. Soft sweet lips pressed his. He eagerly gave them a closed lipped kiss back. Head awash in emotions he never truly experienced before. This was his first romantic kiss after all. She was blushing slightly as she lowered and Tim was enthralled. "See you tomorrow then." she whispered.

She let go of his hands and started towards her home. Peeking back at him as she walked. He couldn't look away from her. Even as the corner of his eye caught Mrs. Miles looking from the front window looking delighted. Melissia disappeared into that building.

Tim turned and was gasping for breath. Had he been holding his breath the whole time he watched Melissia walk away? He took a deep breath and looked at the Miles house. Melissia was peeking out from the window in the door and they both looked away in embarrassment at being caught sneaking one last peek.

Tim didn't remember walking to Mr. Foreman's gate. He knew he was walking and that was the goal. He just seemed to just float from Melissa's house and land there. He walked up the weaving drive to Mr. Foreman's front door.

The old man stepped out as Tim was stepping on the stairs of the front porch. The old man looked and sighed with a smile, "Careful lad. Your delight is showing." he teased.

"Sorry, it's." Tim started.

Mr. Foreman interrupted, "A girl, that's clear without my gifts. Be careful, romance is hard for a wizard."

"Really, you mean I can't date or get married." Tim worried.

Mr. Foreman looked sympathetic instead of grumpy for a second and then advised, "That's not what I'm saying. What I'm saying is that relationships for wizards are hard. Non-Magical people just can't grasp the needs or actions of those in this world with magic."

"Is that why your." Tim started, then realized what he was about to ask.

Mr. Foreman looked at him with an odd look on his face. Then burst out laughing. "No lad, I'm a very lucky wizard. She hasn't married me because she hates the idea of marriage. No she grasps my world better than I do most days."

"Ms. Gale." he realized.

"Yep, am I lucky or what?" Mr. Foreman lost all his cranky old man appearance. He seemed like a schoolboy in love like Tim felt.

Tim had to ask, "Is she a wizard too? Mark felt last night like he was like her."

Mr. Foreman nodded with a surprised proud look. "Your a lucky wizard. Your protector is very intuitive."

"She's your protector." Tim realized.

"Oh more than that. So much more." Mr. Foreman sighed gleefully. Then he cocked his head and the cranky old man facade retook his features, "Well we'll have to discuss this more at some point. Right now Mr. Miles is coming up the path."

Sure enough a minute later Bill strutted into view. "About time, Mr. Hill and I have been waiting."

"Didn't he tell you I was walking a girl home after school?" Bill countered.

"And how does that stack that wood beside my back door." Mr. Foreman snarled.

"What wood, oh I didn't notice that pile." Bill replied with a surprised look on his face.

Sure enough there was a large pile of split wood just there before the garage. Tim didn't remember it being there a second ago. "Let me show you two where I need it and you can show the other two once they finally arrive."

"Their walking girls home too." Bill advised as he walked over.

"Yeah, Mr, Hill told me. But I think they'll have better luck then some." Mr. Foreman stated. Tim was certain he was teasing Bill.

"Hey, Aoi kissed me." Bill defended as they started towards the pile.

"Really, cool." Tim added his opinion.

"Right on my lips. I think she wanted to use tongue but chickened out. She is so cute. Like the perfect Asian girlfriend." Bill described. Tim could read Bill well enough to know who actually chickened out.

Mr. Foreman huffed their teen romance talk away, "Grab a couple logs and follow me." They did and he led them around the bow shaped part of his strange house to a sheltered part by his back door. "Place them under that roof area. You should be able to make two rows about neck height. Any questions?"

Tim's mind was flooding with all kinds but none he could ask in front of Bill. Bill on the other hand had only one, "And this will be paid with more tiny women?"

"Woman lad, don't get greedy." Mr. Foreman cautioned.

"But we got two for trick and treating." Bill reasoned.

"And you keep questioning me and you'll get none. Now get to work." the old man countered.

Bill sulked but did as was requested. Soon the others joined them. Whenever he thought Mr. Foreman was out of earshot Bill noted his disapproval to Mark or Peter but still lugged the wood.

Suddenly when Bill was around a corner Peter and Mark stopped and looked at Tim. He was confused when Peter asked, "Well?"

"What?" Tim replied.

"You and Melissia. How did it go?" Mark clarified.

"What go?'' Tim was certain he knew but didn't want confusion.

"Come on. The girls made sure Aoi had Bill's attention so you two could walk home together." Peter advised.

Great, now it was a conspiracy. "She kissed me." He shyly slipped out.

"Cool, like tongue kiss?" Mark sounded hopeful.

Before Tim could answer Bill was making a beeline towards him. He snarled, "What do you mean you kissed my sister?"

"She kissed me. And I think now maybe I should be walking her home." Tim shot back. Why should he be the only one without a girlfriend when a wonderful girl wants to be his girlfriend.

Bill pushed him, "You don't date your friend's sisters."

It wasn't the first time they had come to blows about something. And Tim knew he was pushing a button to likely start another dispute but he countered, "You're only saying that because you know you don't have to obey that rule. Melissia is nice and cute and I like her that way."

"Then don't or else!" Bill bellowed.

"Or what, you'll whine to mommy and daddy to spoil your ass more?" Tim snarled.

"Why you!" Bill growled and Tim readied for that first swing.

He was surprised as Mark's arm caught Bill's. It was usual for them to let the two in a fight handle it between themselves. Fists would fly one day and they would be back together hanging out the next. Only long term disputes they ever had was when others took sides during the physical happenings.

"Let go you stupid tub of lard." Bill snapped then realized his wording. "Sorry, let go Mark." was quickly corrected.

"No Bill. Listen." Mark said firmly and calmly.

"I've taken you down before I can do it today." Bill threatened Mark now.

"Let me ask you something." Mark started.

Bill shot a punch into Mark's face. The bigger friend took the blow and for the first time in years returned one. The gentle giant suddenly wasn't going to take hits today. Bill, with all his self-defense training couldn't counter Mark's fast and powerful jab and was sprawled onto the ground. "Ow Mark." was his response.

"Ready to hear me out now?" Mark growled like Tim had never heard from Mark before. It was scary yet also nice to see him defend himself.

"OK fine, what?" Bill wasn't proud of Mark's sudden backbone.

"Who would you rather date your sister. A friend you know will be nice to her or some strange guy that could treat her like who knows." Mark suggested. "Tim is a nice, smart, and kind. Let them see where this goes."

"Gee, why don't you date him you love him so much." Bill shot back. Then seeing no one laughing sighed and stood up. "I just don't want my two worlds to become one. Family is one and my friends are another. It's just, we talk and hang out. I don't want that to suddenly include my little sister." Bill confessed. Tim wondered how hard had Mark hit him.

"I know, but I think I really like her. I don't want you to be uncomfortable but I also want to see if she likes me back." Tim added.

"I'm not going to want that." Bill advised.

"It might not happen. But if it does I hope we can change your mind." Tim cautioned.

"Fine, just don't get all lovey dovey around me." Bill surrendered.

"I can't promise that. She's really cute." Tim teased.

"Oh gross man, that's my sister." he replied.

The door opened and Mr. Foreman stepped out. "You lads want some hot chocolate?"

They looked at each other. It was cool out being early November. But with all their lugging and the sheltered area, that had slipped their minds. "Sure, Thank you Mr. Foreman." Peter answered for them.

As if by magic, or possibly because of magic he was suddenly holding a tray with five mugs. They each took one and sat on his back stairs. Mr. Foreman sipped his drink then asked, "You three have things tomorrow?"

"Yeah, taekwondo for Bill and I. Mark has band after school. Why?" Peter answered.

"Well then I think you should all skip visiting tomorrow. I will be busy Friday with old man appointments. But if you wanted to come over and help me out on Saturday I would be grateful." The old man advised.

"Oh, sure Mr. Foreman. I'm good to do that." Mark said. The others nodded.

Tim felt a strange sensation then heard Mr. Foreman's voice, "See you tomorrow Tim for your first lesson. Sorry no little pretty as to keep up the ruse you didn't visit." Tim looked at the old man who just winked at him.

"Man we've moved a lot of wood." Mark noted.

"That's what she said." Bill added with a snicker.

"No, doesn't work." Teased Peter.

"Yes, you boys did a great job and it's getting on to supper time. Wait here and I'll grab the sack." Mr. Foreman advised standing up.

They all sipped at the chocolate warm liquid as they all excitedly waited for him to return. A new pretty little woman was better than cash as payment. He came out and smiled knowingly. "So, who is first?"

"Oh me please?" Bill begged.

"OK Mr. Miles." Mr. Foreman said and opened the bag.

Mark asked with concern, "Bill you OK?"

"Yes, just concentrating." he replied.

"Oh good, cause you look like you're trying to poop but can't." Mark explained making them all snicker.

Out came a cage. Inside was a confused busty Brunette in a school cheer uniform. They all knew her as Bill's older sister's friend, Donna. Bill's eyes went wide like he just realized something. Mr. Foreman noted with a slight laugh, "You don't have to think so hard for that to happen, Mr. Miles."

"OK, Mr. South, you next?" Mr. Foreman asked.

"Yes please." Peter accepted.

Mr. Miles reached in and pulled out another black beauty. Tight little shorts and a form-fitting tank top. She looked like he plucked her from a volleyball court. She was all loudly demanding to know what was happening. Peter was busy admiring her athletic dark skinned body.

"Mr. Tanner, your turn." Mr. Foreman commanded. Reaching in he pulled another cheer decorated blonde beauty. They knew her as another of Amy's cheer friends.

"Oh lucky, you got Cyder." Bill stated as Mark smiled at the slightly older helpless little crush worthy beauty.

"Now for you Mr. Hill." Mr. Foreman reached. Started to pull out something then noted, "Nope, not yet." Then reached in and pulled, stopping, "No, you won't work right now." Then he tried again.

Bill leaned in and said in Tim's ear, "Think of a hottie and he'll pull her out. Like really think about her."

Tim worried. He couldn't get Melissia out of his head. Was that who he was not giving him? He had to think of someone, almost anyone else. But who? His mind went blank except for one blushing cute smile. Then Peter saved him, "Oh, I bet he's thinking about Jenna."

Jenna, last year's cheer captain. A complete bitch but so hot. Slightly tan skin and a fit sexy body. Loved purple so much her hair was always dyed that color. Yeah, he could concentrate on that pretty. "Yeah, this one will do." and Tim looked up to see Jenna in that tiny cage. Her University cheer uniform was less covering then her old high school one had been.

"There you go Mr. Hill." Mr. Foreman advised in a loud tone as Jenna was panic screaming at the giants handling her containment.

"Now, see you boys on Saturday. Mr. South, you'll really want to be here." Mr. Foreman said as they placed their little helpless new beauties into their bags.

"Sure thing Mr. Foreman." Bill responded.

They walked down his drive each too excited at their newest living toy to talk. Tim so just wanted to run home, but felt he should walk with his friends. They looked like they wanted to bolt too. But none did. Quick goodbyes at the corner, a few walking steps. Then they all rushed home.

Tim came into his house. "Oh good your home. Drop your stuff off in your room, supper is ready." His father advised.

Tim wanted to beg to eat in his room. But decided against it. "Yes dad." he replied. Smiling and saying, "Hi mom." to her as she was setting the table.

"Hurry up, you dad made Cordon Bleu." she advised with a smile.

He nodded, "OK." and rushed to his room. As excited as he was for the new beauty his mind was reminding him how lucky he was. His parents were loving and healthy. Mark's poor mother was clearly lonely after she caught Mark's dad fucking his old babysitter in their driveway. Peter's mom had run off with a doctor after his father's accident and hadn't even called to check up on him. Bill's parents were together, though rumors around the other parents of strong arming by his father towards his mother were rampant. As well as distrust of him around his daughter's friends. No Tim accepted with pride, he was lucky.

Speaking of, he took out the leggy purple-topped pretty from her arriving cage and placed her in with the others. He wished she stopped begging him for mercy as he moved her; he now had to think about history teacher Mr. Hatfield to not be sporting his excitement for his parents to see. It didn't help that he kept thinking of things to do to the formerly stuck up older girl.

Supper was delicious. Dad could cook, well both his parents could. They praised him for helping Mr. Foreman while cautioning him he had chores around there as well. He felt proud to hear them talk him up. He didn't clarify the real reasons he was helping that old man.

He helped with dishes and did a few other things around the house to make up for not doing his other chores. He left his parents snuggling on the couch while watching a movie to go to his room and do his homework, he told them.

He had no homework. Some advisor had convinced the teachers at some conference last year that too much homework actually limited students' ability to learn. Tim could have kissed that advisor because now no teachers assissinged homework any more.

He entered his room and the four trapped beauties in the cage cowered together. He strode up and asked, "Anyone explained the rules to Jenna?"

Jenna shot towards him then fell to her knees before him. Her sexy voice was even more appealing when she begged, "Please don't hurt me! Please no, I'll do whatever you tell me. I'll be good, I'll be good! Please don't hurt me."

He smiled. He expected her to be more, you can't do this to me. Or even tell him he couldn’t own her and insult him. No, she was a panic-induced submissive little slut. "Strip." He softly commanded. She nodded as she stood and reached back at her crop style cheer top. "Sexy." was all he said and she looked up and nodded. Even her scared expression as dick hardening.

Her hips moved like he had seen her do in many a cheer routine. She raised her arms above her head and waved her form for his enjoyment. Hands seem to roll down her arms and hook her top. Lifting it off her sport bra clad chest and tossing it aside. She then hooked her little pleated skirt with her thumbs. She rolled her hips then a little shimmy movement. She looked up and clearly read that her actions were keeping the giant boy happy. Her scared expression became a little more self-assured.

She rolled that appealing body as she slipped her skirt down her long legs. The little shorts under the skirt still clung around her hot ass and delightfully shined in the light of his lamp. She was always a performer and this seemed to gain her confidence in this strange new situation. She coiled down and tugged her sneaker laces loose making appealing oh sounds as they popped. She rolled onto that wanted ass and slipped one then the other off.

Seeing Tim being an appreciative audience, his newest pet seemed to start to enjoy her performance. Pointing and rolling her closest foot as she slowly slipped her sock off. Then the other was stripped playfully. Jenna rolled onto her knees and hooked thumbs into the top of her semi-shiny booty shorts and rolled that ass as she slowly stripped those sexy shorts off.

She stood and pulled her arms back and bounced once. Seemingly just to tease her nice pair before presenting to him. She popped them out from under her sports bra and Tim hummed at the sight. The subjects of many a masturbation session last year were now his to inspect at his leisure. As if to add to his delight Jenna bounced them again and in a sexy submissive tone asked meekly, "Anything else Master?"

"No, now you three hurry up and match." he commanded.

He was a little disappointed they didn't follow Jenna's example. No fear rushed their actions too much to enjoy. Tops and bottoms pulled from their own hot bodies too quickly to savor. Tim would have to have a talk to them about striping for his enjoyment. But since his dick was so stiff he figured he could do that another time.

He grabbed the four tan skinned beauties and placed them on his bed. Then they got to watch as he stripped. The chorus of whimpers that came from them said they didn't enjoy him undressing either. Didn't matter, he loved hearing their helpless little sounds.

He grabbed them so he could sit on his bed. He took Jenna from his hand. He had imagined her riding his dick a many times but never like this. That didn't matter, he would savor it anyways. "Jenna, love my dick." he commanded.

She looked worried at his erection and shuttered. Attempting to purr at him she replied, "Yes Master." Then walked before his dick. He sighed as Jenna's body hugged his shaft. Hummed as those wanted curves rolled along his sensitive skin. Her sexy lips then kissed that skin. He felt her drag her little tongue along where he would have loved to feel her full-sized one travel. "This good Master?" she questioned from behind his erection.

"Yes, keep that up." he advised.

"Yes Master." she replied in a nervous tone. He could tell she had aimed for a sexy growl, but she just couldn't muster it.

While she was loving his dick he looked at the other three sexy beauties. He grabbed the Black haired one in his other hand. She rolled to face him and he pinned her shoulders down. Pinky hooked one leg and his thumb the other. He was delighted she could be spread so wide so easily. He thought why not and placed her exposed pussy in his mouth. Her sexy whimpering was intoxicating so close. Better was the gasping shocked reaction to his tongue dragging along her slit. He rolled his tip along her a few more times. Encouraged as her scared whimpers quickly became aroused moans. He liked that she had a caramel flavor to her.

He pulled her away and she whined but not from fear. The twitching that caused his dick made Jenna yip in startled response. He looked at the other two. He could only try that at one at a time. But which one. He dropped the light brown haired one by his dick as he commanded, "Join Jenna." Nervously the more slender lovely pressed her own sexy body to his dick. He liked having his shaft sandwiched with tiny pretty women.

He posed the Reddish haired one like the Black haired one. He thought it was cute how she tried to cower away from the approach of his lips despite being trapped there. Her own fear melted away and she hummed out sexy oh sounds with each slow lap of his tongue. She too had caramel flavoring to her arousal.

Tim felt like some sort of ancient god. Two sexy beauties worshiped his hard dick. A hot beauty in each hand. As one moaned arousingly from his savoring of their pussy the other was gasping for breath from her session as his treat. He could do whatever he wanted to them and they couldn't stop him. Better was knowing he would be getting more as Mr. Foreman taught him the very powers that generated these living dolls.

Tim moved the Black haired beauty from his lips and had an idea. He placed her against the restrained Reddish haired beauty. "Make-out." he commanded. They looked at him. Something about their looks told him the Black Haired plaything was more into this new entertainment than the Reddish Haired one. But hot sexy mouths pressed together. Tongues were clearly involved. As they made out he made their firm tits roll against each other. Trying hard to get their little pointing nipples to sword fight.

This was fun to watch. Till another idea slipped in his mind. He pulled them apart then turned his hands and moved them against each other. Lips of a different kind glistened before their softly panting mouths. "Make-out." he commanded. The Redish hair one gasped in reaction to the Black haired sexy toy covering her bare slit and jamming her tongue along it. "Well?" He asked and reluctantly the Reddish haired one placed her mouth along the Black haired one's pussy and started licking.

There he held them. Both clearly gained pleasure from the other's forced service to their nether regions. Yes they were both starting to like getting their pussies licked by their hot friend. Tim could feel his own breath rushing at the sight. He wanted to stroke his shaft but his hands were full. He was grateful that Jenna and the light Brown haired beauty were working his dick.

To his surprise it was the Black Haired one that climaxed first. Seems her forced lover was named Josie as that was the name the curvy toy moaned as she attempted to arch backward in his palm. Once she recovered she drove her mouth tight along that Josie and suckled a name out of her friend, Karla.

Well now I don't have to ask for their names Tim reasoned as he let the Josie one finish celebrating her sexual release. Then dropped their panting forms on either side of his stiff shaft. "Now, service my dick." They crawled over. Likely more of a sexy show then they realized. Then using his erection climbed to a standing position. Clearly tired they were still soon grinding to his penis while wet mouths serviced.

Too much had been seen by Tim's young teen mind. Hands wrapped the quartette and started stroking. "Yes! Yes!" he grunted as his mind cheered on about using four helpless sexiest women ever to pleasure his dick. All four had lust worthy bodies he would have done just about anything for. Now the four were his to enjoy, to use, to own like an ancient god.

He was about to peak and his mind gave an easy suggestion. He shifted Jenna up. That cock teasing older girl would fulfill another fantasy. She was gasping from his power over her tiny body. Gasping through sexy o-shaped lips. She struggled as his finger pressed those lips to kiss over his tip hole. She really bucked in his grip as air was replaced in her little mouth with his thick cum. He rolled onto his knees so the overflowing white fluid covered her face with his bursts that oozed down to paint her wonderful tits. Tim had imagined cumming on her face or tits a few self pleasure sessions. Now he didn't have to imagine or only choose one target.

He weakly walked over to the cage still holding the beauties in place. He popped the cage open and placed them back inside and closed the door. As he walked over to get a tissue to wipe his release from himself he heard one of the pets comforting Jenna between hard gagging coughs, "Yes, try to get it out. Once you can walk we'll lead you to the showers. That's good, try to calm down some, that will help."

He dressed for bed and freshened up. It was getting late for a school night. Had he really just allowed so much time to flow by while he enjoyed his pretty pets. He liked being their new god. He laid in bed expecting the faint showering noses to keep him awake. Instead he was lulled to sleep.

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I would very much like crystals day. Plz

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Mr. Foreman: Side Chapter 09: Mark/Peyton Scheme

Post by HHunter1 » Thu Jan 20, 2022 10:44 pm

Being a little lazy, I know some of what I wrote here won't match fully with CH 09. But hopefully close enough. As requested I'm working on Crystal's day during the same period. Oddly I know they should be other chapters, but I think of them as side chapter, hench the title. Side note, self promotion, if you can and would like too, please support my creativity at the link below. :D

Side Chapter 09: Mark/Peyton Scheme
M/f,f
M/f*4 Forced Insertion.

Mark awoke to his mother softly shaking him as she had since he was very little. "Morning my little man." she softly greeted him.

"Morning mom." he sighed.

"Breakfast will be ready shortly. You have time to take care of your morning issues." he hated when she said things like that. But she did it out of love so he didn't let the annoyance linger. Before he could give her the usual response she pulled her hand out from behind her back. "Here, these two should help with that." And she dropped Mrs. Bell and the shapely reward from the day before. They were both completely naked. "Now remember to clean them both before you put them away." She cautioned.

"Isn't there showers in their new cage?" Mark reasoned.

"Look, I don't want to see your after mass, just rinse them so your poor caring mother doesn't have to see that." she teased as she kissed his forehead.

"OK mom," he noted.

Once she left the two toy sized amazing blondes cowered before him. They knew what type of things his mind was coming up with. But he was starving and the sooner he finished one pleasure the sooner he could start a different kind of satisfaction.

His bottoms were just pushed off his dick and it sprung to attention. His large hand easily overpowered both gorgeous blonde pleasure toys. Mrs. Bell didn't even try to resist knowing her daughter could be her partner if she did. The other beauty did and it was a rush proving that pointless.

His hands started and firm curves delighted his sensitive skin. Both of the women grunted and whimpered in a way his mind greedily twisted to appealing reactions. He didn't know if she meant to or not, but Mrs. Bell adding his name among her arousing sounds really helped him along. “Gentle please Mark.” and “Mark that’s hard.” just had a great appeal. He gave her a session off and cupped the unknown woman to his dick. Not as personal but still a very appealing body to watch his cum spatter over.

He tugged his bottoms up and took them to the washroom to rinse them. Doing his own business while they cleansed themselves. Then to their cage tank combo so he could dress and such for school.

He arrived at the dining room table for the usual breakfast. He often teased his mother that those complete breakfasts shown in cereal commercials wasn't a challenge. Today he was too hungry to do that and just announced, "Thanks mom." as she smiled at him from her half a grapefruit.

"So, what is your plans today?" she asked scooping a bite from the bitter fruit.

"Well, I'm going to walk Peyton to school. Actually we kind of planned to pair off her friends with my friends." he started.

"Really, are you sure that's a good idea." she cautioned.

"Actually yes. I know Tim, Bill, and Peter like her friends Melissia, Aoi, and Felicity. And she let slip they liked them back. It's really just them being shy from keeping our two groups from talking. Well that and Bill will likely fuss about Tim and Melissia." Mark answered.

"Why does Bill like her too?" she inquired.

Mark snickered, "No mom, she's his sister. Honestly seeing them interact sometimes I don't think they even like being that."

"So, won't that cause tension between Tim and Bill?" She was clearly worried.

Mark nodded, "At first. But I think once he realizes it's not really his business he'll back off. The harder part will be convincing Tim to break Bill's silly no dating my sisters rule. But I know he really likes her even if he hasn't realized that yet."

She pinched his cheek, "Oh aren't you a little matchmaker. Always so concerned about your friends."

"I get my caring nature from you." he praised her.

"Oh you. I just have the best son on the planet is all. Always making me happy to be his mother." she praised back.

Mark took a deep breath. Not the best segue but he had to bring this up while he had the nerve. "Speaking of you being happy. You know if you want to you can borrow the little ladies in the cage for your own personal needs. Just the same rule of, I don't want to see."

"Oh honey, that's sweet but I couldn't." She lied. He knew she was trying to protect him.

He decided instead of challenging the lie he would offer another solution, "OK, but if you want too feel free to take them to your room. I would hate to wake up and find you mid-service on the couch."

"Oh honey did you?'' She looked devastated.

He eased her mind a little when he now avoided answering by suggesting, "Worry about that happening, yes, Sorry I know I shouldn't."

She huffed her I'm a bad mother huff and hugged his shoulders. "OK, if I feel the need, I'll take a couple into my room and return them rinsed off."

"You're the best mother in the world." he praised, hoping to cheer her up.

"Oh you. Stop trying to butter me up." she replied with a smile but Mark could see she was still upset at her actions.

"Sure, you make me a huge breakfast. Let me keep tiny women as pets. Buy me cages and things to keep them in. How many other mothers would do that for their sons." he pointed out.

"Most wouldn't and technically neither should I. But I rather you were honest with me then sneak them into your room for me to find under your bed like old magazines." she confessed.

"Mom," he started, "There is this new thing called the internet. Boys don't keep old magazines under their bed anymore." he teased.

"Smart butt. You get that from me too." she laughed.

He finished breakfast and despite his mother's requests helped her clean up afterward. He could see she liked this misbehavior. "Afterschool I'm going to walk Peyton home then go help Mr. Foreman again today."

"Oh, spending a lot of time with this girl. When will I get to meet her and not like her cause she's not good enough for my Mark." his mother playfully requested.

"Soon maybe. We just started really talking. I'm not sure what she would be ready for yet." Mark confided.

His mother nodded, "Fine, but I better meet her before the wedding."

"Mom, don't be a goof." he shot back.

"Oh, and you better use those tiny women on your urges cause if this Peyton ends up pregnant I'll end you." she threatened.

"Yes mother." he replied knowing that wasn't her joking.

He gathered his stuff and was about to leave when his mother grabbed him for a hug good-bye, "Have a good day sweetie." she said then kissed his forehead, "Oh, and bring another little blonde plaything back from Mr. Foreman's"

"Oh I hope so. Hope you have a good day too." he replied and left towards Peyton's.

He arrived before the Bell home. He didn't know what to do. Should he ring the bell or wait here like a stalker. As he was snickering at the idea of ringing the Bell bell Peyton came out. "Mark, come here." she waved him forward.

"What is it?" he asked as he got close.

"Dad wants to thank you for walking me safely to and from school." she advised with a broad pretty smile.

Mark was nervous. Mrs. Bell was like a supermodel. What could her husband look like? Mark was expecting a tall muscle bound square jawed tower of a man to come out and knock him silly for daring to come near his little girl. What came out wasn't that. A short thin nervous little man in thick rimmed glasses. He stepped before Mark and looked slightly up at him. "So your the nice young man keeping my starshine safe, hello I'm Lenard." And he held his arm out at him.

"Hello Mr. Bell, I'm Mark." Mark replied wondering how this nerd of a man landed that blonde amazon of a woman.

"Oh, very polite. Your parents taught you well." he praised.

Mark couldn't leave it unclear, "My mom taught me. My father is a jerk in jail."

"Oh, huh. Oh Tanner right. Sorry." the man started.

"Not your doing Mr. Bell, he did that to himself. Mom has taught me to be a much better person." Mark explained.

"Well according to Peyton she's done a great job. Maybe we could have you two over for supper some night." Mr. Bell offered.

"Maybe. We need to get to school." Mark said not wanting to make plans for his mother.

"Yes, very good. Stay safe you two. Keep your eyes peeled for dangers." Mr. Bell requested.

They started towards school. When out of earshot of the short man Peyton mentioned, "Since mom disappeared he's been so worried about me. Spoiling me even. I think he's worried mom ran off and I'll be next. So, if you could it would be nice if he got to meet your mom and know you two aren't about to steal me away."

Mark felt bad. He had in a way literally stolen that man's wife away and now he was trying to date his daughter. "I'll see. Mom does want to meet you too." he responded.

"Oh really, great." She sounded chipper. Soft pillowy lips pressed his cheek. "All my daddies focus and now a sweet boy is keeping me safe. I hate to admit it but mommy disappearing has been strangely rewarding. Though I would give daddies attention up to get her back."

"And me walking you?" Mark worried.

Those pillowy lips tasted of strawberries. Her tongue asked to enter and his mouth complied. She stood looking up at him with a worried look. "Oh, I want to be a little greedy if that's OK with you?"

Mark nodded, feeling her curvy dance tone body along his larger chubby form. His heart thudded in his brain and he worried she would feel his other reaction soon. "OK." he managed to get out.

"Good," she said, stepping away with a smile. She grabbed his hand in hers and he was walking on clouds.

As they arrived to find their planned pairing already dividing up. They smiled at each other, this was going just as they hoped. Even the planned for Bill temper tantrum was right on time. Tim even gave Melissia his coat when she just mentioned being a bit cold. Yes this might work out better then they even hoped.

School day went as they had guessed. Bill messed up the lunch plans for the two groups. Using Aoi's submissive nature to do it. Peter got mad despite barely being able to talk to Felicity. Tim agreed to not date Melissia even though he now couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Melissia, never wanting her big brother to win, ambushed Tim before the first afternoon class and made it hard to keep his promise.

Aoi's hero worship crush on Bill fed his ego and he was enthralled to walk her home so he could dishonestly brag to the demure Asian beauty. Peter’s nervousness and Felicity's shyness would be the biggest stumbling block. But they decided to quietly follow behind Tim and Melissia. They were so caught up in their own budding romance to even notice Mark and Peyton walking a half a block behind them.

"I think they'll kiss." Peyton whispered at him.

"I don't know. Tim might still be a little reluctant due to the promise to Bill." Mark advised.

"No, Melissia is too herself to let her brother control her. And she's been crushing on Tim since we played with Barbies." Peyton divulged.

"Oh really. Who, ahh, who did you crush on then?" Mark worried.

She tapped her shoulder into his. Then teased, "Nick Jonas of course."

"Right, makes sense." he accepted, ignoring the clear teasing tone.

"You're so cute when you worry. I like that." She cooed and he liked that. "Oh, we should wait here."

They watched as their pairing talked. Peyton pointed out Mrs. Miles peeking and smiling happily at the young couple. Mark pointed out their aged old lady also watching the teen couple and they giggled. Then both had to cover their mouths as Melissia pressed her lips to Tim's. Neither looked ready for more than a peck kiss, though that seemed to make them both blush bright enough they could see it from their hiding spot.

Melissia went inside and Tim stood there looking a bit dazed. Then slowly started walking peeking towards the house. A peeking Melissia caused him to blush again. "Perfect. Now your turn." Peyton advised.

"I don't know. We usually stay out of each other's fighting." Mark whimpered.

"Look you know Bill and you said unless really confronted he'll not let this go. And you said Tim will back down after they come to blows. If you don't, this won't work." she explained.

"But what if I hurt him? Or he hurt me?" Mark worried. He hadn't hit anyone since he was eight and broke a kid's nose.

"You won't. Please for me, be brave? If you do, I'll owe you.” She encouraged him.

"OK, fine. But only if it comes up." Mark replied hoping it didn't come up.

Oh he was in heaven as she kissed him. Her smaller frame felt amazing against him. She giggled cutely then said, "OK, only if it comes up my big brave Mark."

"So, I should finish walking you home. If I arrive too far behind everyone else they might suspect something." Mark reasoned.

Peyton seemed to take this to mean something else, "Yeah, I don't want them thinking we're doing stuff. Let's go."

"So, what do you think is happening with the others?" Mark asked.

"Felicity and Peter are easy. They'll nervously ramble due to their combined shyness and will separate with some awkward gesture." Peyton said with amusement.

"Bill will take advantage of Aoi's submissiveness and stick his tongue in her mouth." Mark wondered if that was a good pairing now that he was thinking about it.

Peyton added, "If he does she'll likely be on cloud nine."

"You sure that Aoi and Bill are a good pair." Mark continued to worry.

Peyton had a knowing look as she noted, "Better Aoi get an overbearing relationship out of her system now before she's ready to do things with a boy."

"You know Bill is my friend." Mark felt the need to defend Bill.

"The same friend you're having second thoughts about setting up with a girl you've barely talked to." she reasoned.

"Suppose, but I've barely talked to you." he slipped out not thinking.

She hugged his arm, "Well, I'm glad we're fixing that problem now." Mark loved how she felt just being close to him.

"Well you are nice to talk to." he praised, smiling down at her.

"I feel so safe talking with you." She smiled up as she praised back.

Mark cursed his mouth as it released a wonder before he thought if he should, "You seem to be adjusting fast to your mother's disappearance."

"Yeah, I noticed that too. I think it's because you're here looking after me. My big tall protector." She sighed then added, "It's strange. I'm worried for her, I miss her yet I don't feel like she's far. Like I know she's safe whatever has happened to her. Like something tells me I'll see her again soon."

"Huh, strange. I hope you do." Mark lied. If she learned he had her mother as a tiny sex slave she would leave him he was certain. He suddenly felt guilty. He was using Peyton to get Mrs. Bell to be an obedient plaything and using Mrs. Bell's disappearance to get to hang out with Peyton. He was a monster in his own mind.

"Here I am." Peyton noted bringing him out of his self loathing. She looked at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Oh, I'm just worried I'm taking advantage of your mother being missing to get to be with you." he confessed, mostly.

"If you are, please continue. You are the silver lining to that storm cloud." she softly stated, hugging him tight.

"OK, only if you're OK with it." he surrendered.

"Does this answer your question?" she asked and he was again deeply kissed by the short shapely beauty. He suddenly didn't care that he was a monster. He was a happy monster with a hot girlfriend. "Well I better get inside so you can help that poor old man. Remember, if it comes up."

"I'll act," he promised.

She squeezed close, "Hmmm, than I'll have to reward my hero." Then she noted a surprised "OH," then stepped back looking down. Mark felt his cheeks warm into an embarrassed blush. Peyton smiled up at him, her voice carried an appealing tone he didn't recognize, "You are a big boy. It's OK, I like I do that to you."

"I'm sorry, I'm not used to girls being close that long. Especially really pretty ones like you." he pleaded.

"Really Pretty, really you think I'm that pretty?" she cooed in a hopeful tone.

"Yes," he whimpered.

She kissed him again. "Than I really don't mind." she said in what sounded like a purr. "See you tomorrow my really big protector." and she walked towards her house. Mark worried she hurt herself as her hips seemed out of her regular rhythm.

He pulled out his shirt in the hopes it hid most of his uncontrolled reaction as he walked to Mr. Foreman's. He arrived at the gate just as Peter arrived. Peter smiled, "That good huh?"

"What, I thought it relaxed." Mark looked at his crotch.

"You always tuck your shirts in. Even when you wear shorts. I reasoned the only reason it wasn't tucked now was to conceal and your reaction tells me I was right." Peter advised.

As they started up the path Mark asked while tucking his shirt in, "How about you and Felicity?"

"I don't think she likes me. I was so uncontrollably nervous I shook her hand then just walked away." Peter whimpered.

"Oh I'm sure it'll be OK." Mark offered.

"What girl wants a boy to shake their hand and walk away. I'm such a loser, I'm going to die alone." Peter whined more.

"Naaa, you won't die alone. You'll likely be in a hospital attached to machines." Mark teased.

"You've been a jerk since you started dating." Peter shot back jokingly.

"Speaking of, did you see Tim and Melissa sneak off after school to walk home?" Mark wondered why he was lighting this fuse. If he hadn't said anything Peter wouldn't get curious and ask. And when he did that would risk things coming to a head and him needing to fulfill his promise to Peyton.

"Really? Cool. Don't say anything while Bill is around." Peter advised.

"No, no way." Mark agreed.

Little over an hour later and Peter had to ask Tim about it. While Bill was around. Now Bill and Tim were snarling like rabid dogs at each other. They were going to start fighting any second. Mark couldn’t interfere, he couldn't take the chance of hurting his friend. Then Peyton's voice all sexy reminded, I'd owe you.

Mark caught Bill's arm. Bill socked him in his face and used that l-word like the bullies at school. Mark let it go as he always did. No Peyton was counting on him and that fueled his arm's speed. Bill attempted to stop it but Peyton would be so proud of him. Besides this was for Bill's and Tim's betterment.

Mark watched as time slowed to a crawl and Bill was lifted off his feet. Oh god oh god he killed his friend with one girl encouraging punch. Mark felt so much better when Bill looked up at him from the ground and noted more with shock then pain, "Ow Mark."

Lines, they had planned his lines, "Ready to hear me out now?" Mark growled. He could see even Tim and Peter react. Good he sounded mean.

"OK fine, what?" Bill sounded worried.

Now to really hit Bill Mark thought then said. "Who would you rather date your sister? A friend you know will be nice to her or some strange guy that could treat her like who knows what." Mark suggested. "Tim is a nice, smart, and kind. Let them see where this goes."

"Gee, why don't you date him you love him so much." Bill responded in an attempt to deflect. Seeing that didn't work he stood and explained, "I just don't want my two worlds to become one. Family is one and my friends are another. It's just, we talk and hang out. I don't want that to suddenly include my little sister."

Tim, clearly understanding his friend's discomfort said, "I know, but I think I really like her. I don't want you to be uncomfortable but I also want to see if she likes me back."

"I'm not going to want that." Bill advised.

"It might not happen. But if it does, I hope we can change your mind." Tim countered.

"Fine, just don't get all lovey dovey around me." Bill surrendered.

"I can't promise that. She's really cute." Tim teased.

"Oh gross man, that's my sister," Bill replied.

Then the door opened and Mr. Foreman stepped out. Like he was attempting to settle things asked, "You lads want some hot chocolate?"

"Sure, Thank you Mr. Foreman." was the response provided by Peter.

Mark was glad that was over. His body was trembling. He liked not being the punching bag. He sipped his drink and he was reminded that was his job now, not being the punching bag. He was to help Tim, protect him from things. If he was to do that he needed to stand up more for himself.

He listened as they discussed not coming over the next couple days. Fine, he would get to spend more time with Peyton. He looked at their handy work and said, "Man, we've moved a lot of wood." tumbled out.

"That's what she said." Bill joked badly.

"No, doesn't work." Peter coldly advised.

"Yes, you boys did a great job and it's getting on to supper time. Wait here and I'll grab the sack." Mr. Foreman said standing up.

They all sipped at the chocolate warm liquid as they all excitedly waited for him to return. Mark wondered what type of blonde beauty he would receive. He came out and smiled knowingly. "So, who is first?"

"Oh me please?" Bill snapped out first.

"OK Mr. Miles." Mr. Foreman said and opened the bag.

Bill looked like he was having body troubles. Mark worried, "Bill you OK?"

"Yes, just concentrating," he replied.

"Oh good, cause you look like you're trying to poop but can't." Mark explained making them all snicker.

Out came a cage. Inside was a confused busty Brunette in a school cheer uniform. It was Donna from the cheer team, one of Amy's friends. Why was Bill getting a collection of his older sister's friends? Mr. Foreman advised while laughing, "You don't have to think so hard for that to happen Mr. Miles."

"OK, Mr. South, you next?" Mr. Foreman asked.

"Yes please." Peter accepted.

Mr. Miles reached in and pulled out another black beauty. Tight little shorts and a form fitting tank top. She looked like he plucked her from a volleyball court. She was all loudly demanding to know what was happening. Peter was busy admiring her athletic dark skinned body.

"Mr. Tanner, your turn." Mr. Foreman commanded. As he did all Mark could think of was about the other cheerleaders from school. Mainly a certain platinum beauty friend of Bill's older sister. As the cage emerged there she was in her own cheer decorated outfit. Now he understood Mr. Foreman's statement to Bill. He was working on collecting his sister's friends. Was that why he was so upset about Peyton being off limits?

"Oh lucky, you got Cyder." Bill stated as Mark received the cheerleader. She was a very lovely addition, though he would worry each time it was Bill's turn that Peyton would be coming out of that bag.

"Now for you Mr. Hill." Mr. Foreman reached. Started to pull out something then noted, "Nope, not yet." Then reached in and pulled, stopping, "No, you won't work right now." Mark realized Tim was fixating on the girl that suddenly grabbed his interest. Lucky Mr. Foreman knew better than to pull her from the bag.

Bill advised "Think of a hottie and he'll pull her out. Like really think about her." And Mark could see the scared worry in Tim's eyes.

Like a last minute hero Peter suggested, "Oh, I bet he's thinking about Jenna." And an accepting eager glow came to Tim's eyes.

Sure enough the former head cheerleader was pulled out wearing her new University cheer uniform. Mark sighed in relief. Now he could focus on his newest toy.

Soon they were leaving that magic man and on their way home. Mark was aroused at being able to access the attractive older girl's body. Yet also hopeful his mother would like his newest pet. They parted and Mark found himself rushing the rest of the way home.

His mother greeted him, "Hello honey, how was your day?"

"Good mom yours?" He responded by placing his bag down.

As he opened it she answered, "Good, no problems here." He could see her staining to see his latest addition.

"Want to see what Mr. Foreman gave me?" he asked knowingly.

"Don't tease your mother. Let's see her." she noted stepping over.

He lifted the cage and handed it to her. Cyder started to beg for help then seeing the look in his mother's eyes stopped and cowered. "Pretty, nice body. Really nice legs. Young though. Reminds me of that, oh never mind."

"Reminds you of?" Mark wondered.

"Don't fret about it. She'll make you a fine plaything." she said, handing Cyder back.

"I learned if I really think about a girl it's likely that girl would come out. So, if there was someone you'd like I could try thinking about her when Mr. Foreman pulls my reward out." he advised.

"Oh really?" His mother looked at him. Mark could tell she was thinking then sighed, "No I think." Then she started setting the table suggesting, "You boys shouldn't think about too many girls or teachers from school. Too many disappear and there could be a real panic."

"OK Mom, I'll tell that to the guys." Mark agreed.

"Good good. After supper I'm going to go buy material to make outfits for you ladies. Won't be as fun but cheaper than that interesting store. You want to come with." she asked.

"Well," he said looking at Cyder.

"You have other plans, I understand." she answered for him.

"If you really want me too." he offered.

"No, you'll likely be up late if you do." she said.

"I'll do dishes so you can go right after supper." he advised. She looked about to counter when he noted firmly, "I'll do the dishes, you are making my tiny ladies outfits for me to play with."

"Fine, when did you get so stern?" she teased.

"Peyton likes me standing up for myself." he advised.

His mother gave a sad smile then praised, "I think I'll like this Peyton girl if she's having this effect on you."

"I hope so." Mark said his cheeks were getting warm.

After supper his mother left to collect materials to make the tiny women some doll clothes to peel off them. Mark put away the little bit of leftovers then washed up the supper dishes.

Finished he walked over to the tank. He was ready to enjoy his living rewards. It was adorable how Mrs. Bell and the other woman were guarding Cyder. Like their shapely little bodies could keep him from playing with any of them. The best part was they were all dressed like cheerleaders for some reason.

Mrs. Bell's sweet voice begged him, "Mark no, you can't do these things to Cyder."

"Oh should I take her back and trade her in for Peyton." he threatened. An empty one now that Peyton seemed to be his girlfriend now somehow.

He was amused at how the former teacher looked at her former pig-tailed student and cringed. Mark like she was clearly willing to sacrifice another girl to keep her daughter safe. She did still try, "It wrong and you know it."

"Oh but it's going to feel so right." he tainted as his hands pressed the four pretty blondes together and lifted them easily. Eight shapely little legs kicking in the air helplessly under those teasingly short pleated skirts.

He managed to switch so their tiny sexy bodies were pressed to his chest so he'd have a free hand to open his bedroom door. He placed his blonde playthings on his bed. Pointing to his first three, "You three strip down to your skirts, just your skirts." Turning to his newest reward he loved how that popular girl cowered before him, "Not you Cyder, I want to take them off you myself."

He rose and started to take his own clothes off. He didn't know what Cyder was being so whiney about. Everyone had heard how the cheerleaders were basically the football jerks harem. Some of them had likely taken her clothes off her before. Maybe because he wasn't a popular boy at school. Just the fat guy they picked on.

He grabbed the lot again and laid on his bed. Placing them on his stomach. He huffed, Mrs. Bell and the older unknown girl had stripped properly. But the unknown woman was still fully dressed. "Why didn't you do as you were told?" He grumbled.

"This is wrong." she started. His hand grabbed her before she blathered on. He was horny and she was slowing down his fun. He bent her over his hard dick and pinned her there with a couple fingers. All her wiggling did was feel good. He flipped her skirt up and pulled her little frilly panty-shorts off her round tone ass. Now that it was bare he savored it's firmness with the back of his finger. She didn't like his gentle attention.

He pulled his finger back and flicked her exposed cheek hard. This was a punishment he would remember for how good it felt when they jumped and sounded as they yelped. He flicked the tiny woman's ass again. And he was rewarded by her body squirming along the top of his dick. "Can you stop me?" he teased.

"Please don't that hurts." she whimpered.

He marveled at how red her little ass was getting from just a few spankings. He gave her an option, "Will you do as your told?"

"Yes, please no more." She picked the right choice for herself. He let her go and she started taking off her top. Oh what great boobs she had to admire.

He grabbed the panicked looking Cyder and commanded the other three, "Easy night for you three, love my hard dick while I look over my newest toy." He hummed happily as those hot women hugged around his penis. Tits that were once huge mounds were now firm buds along his dick skin. He liked how their very short skirts waved and bounced on their naked round asses.

He now turned to the fun in his hand. He didn't mind that she had likely seen most of those asshole’s dicks already. Now she was his and all her experience would be used to make so-called Tubby Tanner feel good.

"Mark, please don't hurt me." she pleaded. He was surprised she even knew his name.

"Be the good little slut everyone knows you are and you'll make a good pet." he advised as he pinched her top.

"No please, no." she ranted as her little arms failed to keep her top on.

"Oh stop fussing, how many times has this happened already. Jacob, Rogers, even that idiot Bruce told of how fun you are at parties." Mark teased.

"I don't know what you're talking about." she lied as he hooked her elastic bra.

"Liar, basically the whole team brag about having their turn with you when they're not being assholes to guys like me." he reminded what she had to already know. There they were, sure not as big as say Helen's, Donna's or Gabriel's. But still a plump size on her slight body. She was about to say something when he kissed them both into his mouth. How many of the football team heard those gasps as they suckled only one at a time. Idiots probably in too much of a hurry to get in and done to savor this hot body.

He pulled those sweet bubbles from his mouth and flipped her in his palm. Coiling his fingers around her so her legs dangled and her pig-tailed head could flip about in her pointless panic. "What are you going to do?" she had such a great sounding scared voice.

"First your sneakers." was his response. He hooked his middle finger around an ankle and pinched the lace on the tiny pink sneaker. He expected her to kick at his hand with the free leg. No, that lovely limb was bent at the knee and pulled away almost like she was trying to be helpful. He wiggled his finger at her soak clad foot and she actually giggled. It sounded weird, mixed with duress. But it was still cute.

He let that bare foot go and grabbed the other one. Still no kicking. Good, she was smart. Likely from all the other guys using her already. "Please Mark, don't hurt me. I don't know what those guys have said but I'm not ready for this." she babbled on. He wondered if she enjoyed seeing his giant dick twitching as she spoke all begging like.

He flipped up her skirt. Longer than the other toy's pleated covering. Likely because it was a real cheer skirt and not a plaything’s skirt. She didn't have a frilly panty-shorts thing. No, it was like a spandex-like version shaded to match her uniform. As he stroked his thumb along her experienced pussy her hips popped in an appealing way. "No Mark, no please Mark." she rambled out as her trapped hips attempted to avoid losing those little tight shorts. Did she know that turned him on more?

He pulled those guarding shorts down her pale shapely legs to find she had panties under those. Mark shrugged and pulled at them. A little disappointed to find she was dry along her womanhood. Aroused girls he heard would be wet and she wasn't. He sighed, even now since he wasn't a jock she wasn't interested.

Well he had a solution thanks to that magic store. A bottle with a nuzzle, popped it and placed the applicator at that tight slit. "OHHHH!" She gasped as he added the gel from the bottle. He took it back and her hot little thighs pressed together, her knees bent and pointed her feet out in two different directions. "That's cold." she whined. Then asked, "What is that?"

"Oh you must be used to lube." he advised as he started prying those nice legs apart.

"No Mark, No Mark, please." she pleaded.

"You wouldn't be saying that if I was Jacob huh? But you can't put out for a loser like Tubby Tanner. Not even a hi in the hallway." he reminded this Cheer tramp.

His pinky finger pressed at her well traveled pussy and she rambled on about not being ready. "Sure you are, I've well lubed you dick hole." he taunted. It was surprisingly tight on his finger tip as he pushed in. The lube made that possible. Then he felt a little something. Like a pop or snap of a string inside her and she gave a slight bark of discomfort. But as he worked his finger more he couldn't find that again so it must have been just a strange sensation.

He savored fingering the former cheer tramp. Her tight pussy hid her slutty habits well. She grunted and gasped as he pumped her. Making her head bob and her platinum blonde pig-tails wave. He quickened his pace and she made more appealing gasping sounds. Sure she clearly wasn't into it, but that didn't stop him from enjoying her like so many others did.

He opened his holding hand and flipped that blonde hottie face up. She looked at him all poor little popular girl-like as he fingered her more. Her nice boobs danced somewhat wildly to his rhythm. He pressed fingers over them and rolled them with just his finger tips. It was so hot.

His penis was begging to experience Cyder's cheer body despite the attentions of the three gorgeous dick huggers already there. He pulled his pinky free and Cyder seemed to like that. Then she saw what was next and she was back to that sexy please no pleading.

Mark wrapped her to his tip. Rubbing her at his top while the three others served him below that. Oh she felt so good. Her bright pig-tails bouncing about as he did quick short strokes. Her mounds rubbed him just right. Her silky skinned legs felt amazing wrapped around his girth.

Soon he forced the former cheer delight over the end and let his cum drench her. From what he heard she liked that. Though likely not to the scale she was receiving tonight. He loved how it was hard to tell his spunk from her milk pale skin.

He snuck out and rinsed them in the sink. Let them deal with the wet skirt. Cyder was crying, was being with a non-jock really that bad he sighed shaking his head.

As he cleaned up he noticed a bit of blood on his pinky. It wasn't cut, so he figured Cyder must have been starting her period. Did he have to worry about that he wondered as he snuck out and placed the damp living dolls in their tank.

He got back to his room just as his mom got home. He celebrated his great timing. He didn't want to be naked before his mother now that he was older. He changed to PJs and came out to drop the removed clothes into the tank. Mrs. Bell was hugging Cyder, hopefully giving her the lowdown on what was expected of her now.

"Wow mom, that's a lot." he noted.

"Yeah, you know it's been so long since I played seamstress. Guess I got a little over excited." she snickered. Looking at him, "Help me sort?"

"Sure mom." he sat with her.

"I found newer doll outfits at the craft store. Hope you like them." she noted handing him the bag they were in.

Modern Superheroine outfits to simple career outfits like nurses and policewoman. Sure they were not the sexy style like at that strange store. But his mother looked happy to make them so he didn't mind. They spent the next hour or so going through all she had bought. He left her to finish, it was late on a school night and he was tired after today. Sleep came easy.

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Working on a Crystal side chapter (Or should they just be just chapters with crossing events? Let me know.) Sorry I was hoping to have it to post about now. Soon, likely.


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Mr. Foreman: SCH 09: Crystal's day.

Post by HHunter1 » Sun Jan 23, 2022 9:26 pm

Hope you guys enjoy this side chapter. Still wondering if they should just be chapters. Should I do short ones for Peter and Bill or just carry on? Please support at the link below.

Side-Chapter 09 Crystal's Day
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Crystal sighed after her sweet boy had left. She felt awful that he had clearly seen her indulging last night after she had thought he was sleeping. She stood up and walked over to the tank. It wasn't her fault, those little golden haired model shaped creatures had been too tempting to try for herself. It was again the fault of blonde lovelies that was causing her family issues.

Well, Crystal was smart enough to know it was her own laziness that was the problem. If she had just lugged them to her bedroom poor Mark wouldn't of had to seen her in some state of sexual pleasuring. A thing a boy should never have to see. But blaming the little blonde beauties felt better. Made her aroused. Yes, a great excuse to dominate them again.

She looked at the time. She had time and her womanhood was already drooling in anticipation. She liked how those lovely little women cowered as she stood over them. Once they would have likely had power over her short dumpy shape. Making men around them pant like happy puppies while they ignore Crystal.

Mrs. Bell and the other unknown woman would feel good strapped to her new toy. But Crystal didn't just want their busty sensations, she wanted revenge per proxy. That left that college aged unknown blonde. Intern aged Mr. Holmes would often smile and lighten their workload while she had to remind him sometimes she couldn't do three peoples jobs for them.

She reached in and grabbed the youngest of the three caged plaything. It yelped and begged. Sweet voice so young and helpless. All Crystal did in reply was shutter out a sigh and hum happily. Foolish little thing thought to dress in some sporty shorts and crop styled top. Her ex-husband would have liked that on them but her Mark deserved more appealing clothes to take them out of. But that was a matter for after she was done with them.

Little hands grabbed at her fingers in a failed attempt to keep that top on. It was banded in a way to also act as the pretties’ bra. Covenant Crystal thought as those firm tits jiggled and stood even free of their holder. Stupid fit girl with her perky tits that didn't sag like wet flour in shopping bags once out of a bra. Why couldn't her breasts perk up like this pretty temptress' ones did, Crystal pouted.

The tight shorts showed off it's toned little ass. Another perky feature. Why were there so many blondes like this in the world? Round in the right areas and flat in others. Men would have loved to own this college aged doll. Now she was Mark's toy. Mark was always good at sharing his toys with mommy. No panties, of course, ease a man's access like the little golden haired tramp she was.

Crystal opened a nearby drawer. Her book drawer, there sat her latest romance distraction. Mark knew that would be in that drawer and would therefore ignore that one. What he wouldn't have thought would be in there was Crystal's new toy. She spotted it at that lovely store and that sweet Ms. Gale slipped it in with her order. That was a woman that could understand Crystal's annoyance with these brightly topped figures. The older woman had a thicker figure, likely enjoyed a cookie or two. Still even her plump ass looked more man appealing then Crystal felt her back end did.

The pretty thing squirmed as Crystal pushed it's legs apart. Ankles towards the little rubbery straps along the edges. Once she latched the first one it slipped under the casing almost like magic. Mrs. Bell's long toned legs felt great along the sides last night, Crystal hoped this man stealer's limbs would stimulate similarity. They looked marvelous all restrained around the rounded surface. Gah, what didn't look good on these action figure sluts.

Arms next, pulled back to push those perky mounds out. Mrs. Bell's really hit last night well inside. Time to test the youngest bubble blonde. Strapped back, the smooth casing almost looked like it melted and reformed over the blonde's forearms and hand more than just shifted its polished plastic panels.

Crystal held it at face level. This one had seen what happened to that student distracting teacher last night. Crystal was glad she hadn't showered yet, what a waste to have had fresh panties on at this point. She pulled out a throw blanket from the closet while the thin blonde plaything begged her for its freedom. She grabbed both the older women and still the golden maned temptress sang her appealing song.

Crystal sat upon the blanket on the couch, making more laundry later she snickered, not taking her eyes off the restrained delight. Sweatpants slid down so easy despite her stretching them on. Crystal parted her thighs and teasingly she rubbed the tip of her toy at her clitoris. The designers needed a raise; it felt just like a well formed cock teasing her. She remembered her first boyfriend used to like rubbing his just like that. Oh why had she left Clyde she thought. Oh right, he left her for her ex-friend Irene. God, another fit blonde ruining her life.

She raised the wonderful new toy and the restrained blonde's locks were slightly damp from Crystal's juices. It begged and begged so wonderfully. Then Crystal flipped the switch and her toy began to vibrate. The toy's function stopped the begging as its rider trembled with the machine.

She lowered it back between her thighs. Pressing the firm trembling mounds now to her excited clitoris. Her eyes rolled back as the shimmering miniature tits sandwiched her spot and massaged it in their perky embrace. Crystal made little circles so as not to lose that wonderful smooth skinned pinch. She pressed the lower body along her dripping pussy. Why use up the lube she bought for Mark to use when this would generate a flood of her natural juices for her to use.

Teasing herself she hotdogged the phallic shaped toy along herself. Glad she bought the slightly larger one. Soon she would have to try its two rider option. Besides this got that pretty little face into the action. Something about pressing those trembling tiny lips over her spot was even better than the perky tit sandwich.

She aimed the tip and slowly slipped it into her very hungry pussy. Inside she could feel that whole blonde's man luring body. Toned legs made to flex by the vibrations rubbing her entrance. Perky mounds jiggling against her inside lining. Pretty golden topped face trembling like it was kissing deep inside her. Crystal pumped the college aged tart wondering how many good grades those soft lips had earned it.

Crystal slipped her hand out and closed her thighs. The toy seemed to vibrate just a touch harder when left to its own devices. She looked at the two blonde busty leggy women. She peeled her shirt off and they cringed.

Crystal grabbed that Mrs. Bell. Always so nice and polite. Now her likely tramp of a daughter was trying to be Mark's girlfriend. Well mommy would see about that, Crystal thought as she pulled the top off that figure. Bell didn't fight, worried about that same daughter. As Crystal pulled those form displaying shorts off she reasoned she should at least meet the girl. After all not all blondes with smoking figures could be tramps could they. She pressed that boy teasing figure over her nipple and massaged it there. No she reasoned, she just didn't have much luck with those was all.

"Stay and work my nipple." Crystal commanded the daughter worried pet. Mrs. Bell did grinding her big firm attention grabber along Crystal alert nipple on her squishy mound.

She knew the former teacher would obey. Crystal grabbed the other. It was less trained. Growling and spitting like a naughty kitten when grabbed. Momma squeezed that struggle from her briefly. Top tugged off as it gasped breath back into its lungs. Upside down Crystal slipped the shorts up those sculpted kicking legs. She tossed it up and caught it. Smashing it into her unattended nipple.

Crystal leaned back as her free hand pressed down and massaged Bell firmly into her mushy tit. Both hands now worked firm shapely tramps into her breasts. That magical vibrator knew when she needed a touch more and seemed to turn up the trembling. It almost felt more like it was wiggling itself slightly in and out of her wet pussy on its own.

Crystal was almost sprawled on the couch. Legs wide as her new toy shifted perfectly to get that restrained golden topped curves along her inside spot. It had to be her hip movements that made that plastic cock pump so perfectly slowly within her lonely tunnel. Helplessly the tiny boy teasers struggled in her hands. Pressed to her bosom, they wiggled trapped as she liked them. Now she had the power, now they would worship her. Now they would need her to be kind and not take or use them. Oh and Crystal liked using them.

The whimpering, the begging, the squirming, the wiggling, just the helpless little man stealers who would only be used as playthings at her mercy. Mark wouldn't be tempted by golden top sluts if he had them as toys at home. He'd find her a great daughter in law. And he'd likely leave his mommy some of these toys when he moves out.

Then she was at peak. Sensations and control delighted to their combined limit. She arched as her thighs pressed tight. Hand buried the women into her soft breasts as he mind wondered if the rider just suddenly lost all sense of light. Home alone she just roared in celebration of her personal pleasure.

She was gasping for breath. When did she last experience such a great emotional work-out? She snickered breathlessly, right last night.

Strength regained Crystal pulled the vibrator out and looked at the youngest blonde toy as she drooled out Crystal's juices from machine trembling lips. What a great toy she had bought. It was like magic how it kept whatever one she inserted from drowning while encased in her aroused pussy.

She carried the two women in one hand by their legs as she held her favorite toy upright so her fluids would cling to its rider. She placed the women in the sand of the tank. Then held the vibrator just off that same sand and hit the release. The little body made just the cutest little impact hole in the soft sand. Crystal like how the loose grains clung to the sweat glowing skin on the woman. How it matted to her fluids on the teacher tempter. Then huffed in annoyance, even dirty, she thought, they still looked better then she did clean.

She gathered their clothes and dropped them haphazardly over the three. She commanded, "Be cleaned up by noon or I'll get mean. Also, shorts and titty tees really? My Mark deserves better clothes to strip you out of. I know, cheerleaders, boys still like cheerleaders right. Yeah, my boy deserves all of you as cheerleaders for when he gets home."

She then walked away. It didn't matter if they agreed or not. They would be cheerleaders or she would find a way to remind them how helpless they were to argue. She cleaned her new toy. A little sad she took it to her bedroom. Something about the easy access made the living room seem a better room. She then collected her own clothes and the blanket sighing she would have to do a couple loads extra this weekend.

She showered and dressed. Gathered her lunch and was about to leave when she decided to peek into the cage. Smarter than the usual blondes the three were dressed in little pleated skirts and tit displaying little tops. Crystal left wondering if she could have the tops labeled. Maybe have Pets or Mark's written on those mound covers just to remind those blondes their place.

Crystal arrived at work. As she thought, there was Vanda in Mr. Holmes' office. Giggling like the bubble brain she was. Who names their child Vanda anyway. At least the middle aged man was smart, he always opened the blinds when a nimble young intern was in his office. No chance they could claim he tried something if everyone in the office could see.

Crystal snickered, Vanda would fit in perfectly among Mark's collection. Nice long legs, perky far sized breasts, and of course blonde as a wheat field. Though from her skin tone not likely her true shade.

Then she wondered, would they need to touch up any of Mark's pets hair? Could they? If so, then it wouldn't matter that much, any tiny woman he got could be made to match. Hair wise anyway.

"Crystal." she jumped out of her day dream.

"Yes Mr. Holmes." she replied, looking up at him. Must be easy for those girls to pretend to flirt with him. Tall, fit, wonderful blended graying hair. Dang his steel blue eyes he's going to try to dump more work in her lap.

"Vanda noticed you always have extra work. She was wondering if you'd like her to help with your load. Maybe learn some of your duties. Real go-getter that Vanda. '' he said in that sweet almost innocent tone of his.

Crystal suddenly snapped of her imagined pouncing on her own boss to realize the intern offered to help her out. "Yeah, I could. Not the most exciting job Vanda." Nope, even with the nice jester Vanda was still a dumb name.

"Thank you Miss. Tanner. I'm studying accounting theory and this will be great practical for me. Your the best." Vanda advised. She pulled up a char and looked at Crystal's screen like a dog begging for food.

"OK, I'll leave you two to get at it." Mr. Holmes noted then walked away.

"Hmmm, yeah he does have a nice ass for an older man." Vanda said at Crystal.

"You shouldn't talk about your boss like that." Crystal warned.

"Sorry, I just noticed you staring and thought I'd agree with you watching it." Vanda noted. They snickered and Crystal realized her cheeks were getting red, she had been staring hadn't she.

She shook her head. "You're right I shouldn't have been doing that."

Vanda nudged her, "Have you ever?"

"No, he's my boss. And married." Crystal snickered like she was that girl's age.

Vanda smiled, "No working late on a report to suddenly be bent backward over his desk really adding up the office transactions."

"Vanda, young lady you should know you shouldn't do such things with your boss." Crystal chastised despite having trouble shaking the description image from her head.

"Shame. Likely it would be fun." she sighed.

"He's married." Crystal countered.

"Meh, like that matters anymore. But you're right, as my direct boss I shouldn't." Finally Crystal thought this young woman was talking sense.

"What does his boss look like?" Vanda requested.

"Look, stop distracting and I'll show you what to do." Crystal said in a firm tone.

"Fine, I should have figured anyone in your job for so long wouldn't have the guts to take a little to get a better position." Vanda scoffed.

"What do you mean?" Crystal questioned.

"Look, you seem like a very nice lady. And a great worker. I respect that. But if I get a job here I don't plan to be at the same desk for the rest of my life. And let's face it, men like him and likely his manager's age like young pretty things like me. And they will promote with their dicks if they think it will get them wet in bodies like mine. Oh, that's why you haven't been promoted isn't it? Sorry, but once I'm up the ladder some I won't forget about my pudgy mentor." This tart explained. Crystal had been actually starting to like Vanda till now.

"Look, do you want to learn what I do?" Crystal grumbled.

"Certainly, like I said you look like a very nice lady. And I could use a friend." Vanda noted smiling that annoyingly sweet smile.

"OK, this is our ordering sheet." Crystal started. Vanda surprisingly paid attention. She was a smart young woman. Crystal begrudgingly understood what this new blonde annoyance was suggesting. She was a hard worker and did her job better than some promoted above her. Was it due to the fact that those doing the promoting were men. Men that rather promote due to pretty faces and tight asses then over merit. As much as she found she oddly starting to like Vanda, she really hoped her son would soon be bringing her home in a little cage soon.

Wait, she thought. She knew where Mark was getting his blonde pets. She could just ask this Mr. Foreman. Oh, Mr. Holmes would make a nice little pet to come home too as well. She smiled as the golden maned temptress started doing reports for her. Maybe she would be up for promotion after all.

Vanda went to work at the intern desk. Crystal would have to go over her reports before they were sent. But that still freed up extra time she could take advantage of at lunch.

She walked over and knocked on Mr. Holmes' office door. He looked up and gave that handsome smile, "Hello Crystal?"

"Vanda has me a bit ahead. Do you mind if I take a slightly longer lunch today? Mark's been extra helpful at home and I was thinking he deserved a little thank you gift." She lied.

"I wish my Robby was as helpful as your boy. Guess I spoiled mine too soon huh. Sure, get him something nice." Mr. Holmes accepted.

"Thanks." she replied. Wondering if her toy at home could accept a man rider as easily as it did women ones.

She waved at Vanda, "I'll be back after lunch."

"OK Miss. Tanner. Enjoy your salad and diet soda." the girl replied. Dang she was making this easy.

Crystal drove across town. There she slowly moved closer to the gates that led up to that unnerving house. As if by ghosts those gates opened on their own. She drove up the weaving drive up to the house. She looked at the strange mixed up puzzle of a house. How did those boys approach that building? Her blood was chilled.

She managed to find her courage. To the front door she stepped. The wood felt warm as she knocked on it. Not heated from the inside, but as if it had a circulation of its own.

An angry old man opened the door. "Come in Ms. Tanner," he said. Then pointed into the house.

It was as she expected. A dusty room with books and old trinkets people his age seem to collect. "Lunch is about ready. Ms. Gale is making fresh chicken pot pies for us."

"Oh I didn't mean to interrupt Mr. Foreman. I just have a couple questions." Crystal started.

"How could you interrupt a lunch you are expected for? What a strange lady you are. Come come, she has a sweet tea waiting for you." the man advised.

Crystal followed. This man had a strange presence. She shook her head, of course he did. He could make women into toy sized creatures to give to teen boys. Of course he had a strange presence.

In a bright dining room there were three settings. Sure enough three glasses of sweet tea with lemon hooked to the sides sat waiting. "Here, have a seat." Mr. Foreman said, pulling out a seat for her.

She sat and he helped her shift into the table. He sat at the other side and lifted his glass and saluted her before taking a drink. He set his drink down, "Mark, your boy is a smart good lad. You should be proud."

"Oh I am. He's my pride and joy." She accepted this praise.

"Sorry I'm late. But I just couldn't get that crust to golden just right." said a woman. Crystal recognized her as the staffer at that wonderful store.

"Oh, you two are friends?" she asked as the older woman placed a steaming perfectly golden crusted pie before her.

"Oh honey, he knocks my boots off if you catch my drift." the cheery cheeked woman jokingly answered. Clearly by his rolling eyes this was not the response Mr. Foreman wanted.

"Oh, sorry. Just where your last names were different." Crystal started trying to apologize.

"Honey, you're not the first. Back in our day we were shunned by some types for living in sin. And sin we did." the woman interrupted her. Winking when she finished.

"If you're done being vulgar, our guest has questions." Mr. Foreman huffed. Crystal could see past the annoyance to see his smile in his eyes.

"Fine, eat up Ms. Tanner." Ms. Gale said as she sat down.

Crystal was raised that it was rude not to eat what was offered. She loved Chicken pot pie but hadn't had one in years due to the calories. But she couldn't be a bad guest, she popped the top and savored that rich gravy smell. "I was wondering." she started while she scooped up a spoon full and blew on it.

"Their hair won't grow out. If Mark thinks of them as blondes once they are changed they will be and stay blondes for him. If he does want to change the color Ms. Gale's store has special little packs for temporarily or permanently changing it to the wanted shade." Mr. Foreman answered her first question.

Ms. Gale swat his arm, "Let her actually ask you old crank. Gee I know you don't interact with people much but even you must know they like to express their own questions and ideas."

"Oh right, fine. What else would you like to know?" he grumbled then scooped his own bite out and just placed it in his mouth.

"Well, I know Mark and his friends do chores and such and are rewarded with these tiny women. I was wondering if maybe I could do something to earn a tiny person or two of my own." Crystal asked with her heart in her throat.

"No. Next?" was his quick reply.

"Wait, why?" Crystal asked.

"See, that's why I don't let them finish, they just keep going." he said looking at Ms. Gale.

The older woman glared at him. "Sorry he likes being the cranky old man. Stop the act and just talk to her. Or no cake for you."

Crystal was certain the façade of Mr. Foreman seemed to change. His harsh features softened. He looked at her. "Sorry you get doing something so long you just keep going." He shrugged, "The rewards are for the boys only. If I started giving them out to you then soon other parents would come looking. Soon we'd have to move as nothing would be open around here due to lack of viable people."

"Oh, that makes sense. I was hoping for, well, a man or two." she pouted.

"You could." Ms. Gale started.

Mr. Foreman raised his hand. "No, then he'll come and use that to ask for his own tiny young pets. Bad enough he'll play with his son's pets."

"Yeah I suppose. He'd want ones I'd be even more uncomfortable with you giving out." she sighed.

"Yeah, and you know how that spell works, he would get ones I'd not be happy to hand out." he agreed.

"You're talking about Tony, Bill's dad, aren't you?" Crystal surmised.

"Knowing him, would you want him to get the little pets of his desire?" Mr. Foreman asked knowingly.

She had noticed him at the mall once. How his eyes would linger on certain passing patrons made her uncomfortable. No one had ever said he had done anything. And his girls were known to have many sleepovers. He hadn't tried anything. At least not that any of those girls had divulged. She agreed his wants shouldn't be rewarded.

"Understand, but if, say there was a pretty woman that was well, a bitch, could you make it so Mark received them. Like could I suggest targets for him to bring home?" She suggested.

"Not to me. But if Mark wanted them, then they would likely appear." Mr. Foreman advised.

"He is a protector, if he knew they were causing you issues he would want to fix that." Ms. Gale added.

"Protector?" Crystal questioned. Why did that catch in her mind so much?

"Great, now we have to explain." Mr. Foreman sighed softly. He smiled kindly, "So, if it wasn't clear already, I'm a wizard."

"OK." Crystal acknowledged. It wasn't clear till he said that but now she couldn't figure out why she didn't already realize that.

"Well as a wizard I am to train others with magic in their blood." Mr. Foreman started.

"Tim?" her mind let slip through her lips.

"She's good." Ms. Gale praised.

"I figured that's where Mark got it. She would have been a good Protector if she found a partner and teacher. Too bad it's too late now." Mr. Foreman praised in a sad tone.

Crystal had a strange realization. "Mark will be Tim's protector."

"Yes, please don't interfere." Mr. Foreman requested.

"Will he be safe?" Crystal started to worry.

"He'll be trained. We'll be around to guide him. But he will face dangers." Ms. Gale answered.

"And if I forbid him?" Crystal asked.

"Would you?" Mr. Foreman.

"No, it wouldn't be right would it." Crystal realized.

"Right, wrong, depends on who you are." Mr. Foreman advised.

"There are benefits. It will be for his betterment, I promise." Ms. Gale advised.

"I believe you. Just please keep me informed." Crystal requested.

Mr. Foreman nodded, "Gladly. Just keep what we discussed secret."

"Even from Mark?" she requested.

"Oh, you'll know what to share." was all the old man said.

"You should relax, as dire as this all sounds, really it's a pleasant life." Ms. Gale reassured. Mr. Foreman nodded with a smile and squeezed her hand. Crystal thought they looked like a sweet loving old couple.

They finished the best tasting pot pies she had ever had. Afterward, Ms. Gale walked her to the door. "You know Mark is a protector by nature."

"Yes, he's a good boy. I'm so lucky." Crystal praised.

"You know he'd want to protect you as well." Ms. Gale advised.

"Yeah, he's always worrying about me." Crystal lamented.

Ms. Gale smiled shrewdly, "Well, if he knew of a young woman that was causing you problems that he would find appealing to play with. She would likely come to mind when Mr. Foreman is pulling his reward. Therefore be likely to come home with him soon."

Crystal shook her head and advised, "Oh I couldn't trick him like that. He should be free to get what he earns for himself."

"Yes, that makes sense. It's not like he would enjoy tormenting someone that used to torment you." Ms. Gale advised.

Crystal drove back to work with a warm happy belly. She felt peaceful. She entered and sat at her desk. Bringing up the requests and reports young Miss. Vanda completed. The golden haired intern had done quite a few. Crystal found herself looking forward to more help from that keen young woman.

That's not what she got. Vanda seemed to have been pulled by her own interests to Mr. Holmes' office. There she stayed all afternoon. Sitting on the man's desk. Hose covered legs dangled before his steel blue eyes, her high heel shoe dangling off her toes like a fishing lure in a pond. Her top no longer seemed to fashion at the top, showing off those damned perky mounds. Everything the handsome older man said was suddenly fascinating or hilarious. Making the girl young enough to be that man's daughter to touch his hand or lean in to rub a shoulder, flashing that firm cleavage.

Crystal fumed. Early reports that sunshine haired harlot had done were great. Later, likely ones done after Crystal had gone to lunch were a shambles. Crystal started just voiding them out of hand and redoing them as it was quicker then looking through them and correcting the reports. She looked up and that tramp smiled at her and gave a little wave. Mr. Holmes' hand had mistakenly found itself resting on the young siren's knee.

The yellow haired tramp looked away. Crystal in a moment of bitterness lifted her phone and snapped a pic. She could have used it to get Mr. Holmes in trouble for such fraternizing. But it wasn't his fault, the golden haired siren had sung her song and mesmerized him. No, Vanda was the real problem.

Now however was the sticking point. To solve her problem and protect that poor handsome man she would have to trick her sweet boy. If she didn't manipulate her son her Mr. Holmes would likely get himself in trouble. Lose his marriage to that temptress and more importantly, possibly his job.

She sighed hoping a new option would appear. Crystal decided to think of something else. A way to make it up to Mark for the temptation to use his sweet nature to solve her problem. His blonde playthings could use more clothes for him to strip from them. That shop had cute outfits, but were a touch costly. Then it came to her, the doll patterns.

She arrived home and looked for him. Then she remembered he was at Mr. Foreman's earning another toy. She starts supper so her sweet hungry boy would arrive to hot food.

She heard the door open and closed. "Hello honey, how was your day?" she calls out.

Her wonderful son replies, "Good mom yours?"

Crystal lies instead of worrying him, "Good, no problems here." He was reaching into his bag. She couldn't help but lift up onto the balls of her feet so her short little body could see better.

"Want to see what Mr. Foreman gave me?" Mark taunted her.

She moved closer to him commanding, "Don't tease your mother. Let's see her."

He hands her the little cage they were given in. Of course blonde and shapely, though this one was his age. About the age of the slut that surrendered to her ex's lusts. It shuts up that pointless begging fairly quickly as Crystal looks her over. Crystal noted as she appraised it, "Pretty, nice body. Really nice legs. Young though." Then she almost slips up as, "Reminds me of that," tumbles out. Attempting to cover, she adds, "oh never mind."

Her boy requests, "Reminds you of?"

Crystal waves him off with, "Don't fret about it. She'll make you a fine plaything." Handing the pretty reminder back to its owner.

Then he tempts her selfish want with, "I learned if I really think about a girl it's likely that girl would come out. So, if there was someone you'd like I could try thinking about her when Mr. Foreman pulls my reward out."

The reminder made her think about an old revenge, "Oh really?" slipped from her lips. Guilt bring, "Not yet I think." from her just as quickly. Then something occurred to her she advises, "You boys shouldn't think about too many girls or teachers from school. Too many disappear and there could be a real panic."

He accepted that idea replying, "OK Mom, I'll tell that to the guys."

"Good good. After supper I'm going to go buy material to make outfits for you ladies. Won't be as fun but cheaper than that interesting store. You want to come with." Crystal asked.

She watched him turn back to that teen mini temptress. "Well," from him is all the answer she needs.

Crystal helps her boy lift possible guilt before it sparks, "You have other plans, I understand."

He couldn't stop from being a sweet kid, "If you really want me too."

Crystal let him off, he should get to enjoy his reward, "No, you'll likely be up late if you did."

He still warms her soul, "I'll do dishes so you can go right after supper." She goes to counter that offer and he says strongly, "I'll do the dishes, you are making my tiny ladies outfits for me to play with."

Her heart sang as she teases, "Fine, when did you get so stern."

His words make her soul shiver, "Peyton likes me standing up for myself." That girl again, most likely blonde and lovely if her mother was a good example. But, Mark seemed to have a new self confidence because of her.

Crystal was forced to admit, "I think I'll like this Peyton girl if she's having this effect on you."

Worry touches her as he proudly notes, "I hope so." Crystal hoped her worry was masked from her wonderful son. Worry that another blonde would take more from her. Take him from her.

They share supper as they did most nights. He gets right up to put away the few leftovers. He was making sure she wouldn't slip in and do what he promised to do. She surrenders and goes to the fabric store.

It had been so long since she got to play fashion designer. A favorite hobby of her youth. It was something she did right up till that bastard made her a single parent. As near perfect her Mark was, he was still her main focus. Now however he was the reason she could enjoy this pursuit again. Even better, she wouldn't be dressing silly old Barbies. No, real moving shapely figures.

She came home. Hearing Mark's bedroom door shut. She snickered looking at the tank, freshly rinsed were those sunshine haired play tramps. Good she thinks, hoping he gave them a real work over during his enjoyment.

She piles the bags about. Crystal snicker again, this time at herself. She bought so much it likely would have been cheaper just to have gone back to Ms. Gale's store.

He came into the living room and noted, "Wow mom, that's a lot."

Crystal laughs as she teases herself, "Yeah, you know it's been so long since I played seamstress. Guess I got a little over excited." Then requests his company, "Help me sort?"

Her heart sings as her boy agrees with, "Sure mom."

She hands him a bag advising, "I found newer doll outfits at the craft store. Hope you like them."

She likes how his eyes sparkle looking over what she'd make for him. Crystal planned to modify those Uniforms and costumes. Sure their skirts and tops would likely display well on his golden topped pretties. But a bit shorter skirts or a touch tighter, he'd enjoy more.

He goes to bed. She finishes up. This weekend would be filled with cutting out patterns. Now she should think about bed. Crystal was tired after all.

Then she noticed the yellow haired things still fluttering about in their cage. Oh that teen addition just dragged to mind that girl she found sucking down on that mistake's cock. She would love to erase her time with him if she could somehow still keep her best thing in her life, Mark. But she couldn't so she would celebrate her gift. And now that gift was brought home, revenge by proxy.

Crystal knew it was wrong. Her loins began humming to experience that close proxy. Build about the same. Sure the pig-tailed hair was longer. Perfect skin, a touch paler. Crystal could ignore those differences to pretend. To enjoy.

That horribly perfect little tramp Mrs. Bell starts yipping about wrong and cruel. Crystal doesn't worry about the words just ending the noise, "Should I have Mark just bring home your daughter instead?" That works. Though Crystal wonders for how much longer. That curvy pleasure doll will likely catch on soon Mark was dating her blonde man teaser.

Crystal admires the terrified young slut in her hand. Her ex would have gone gah gah for it. He would never get to enjoy it. Her however was moments away. She forced the other three into a corner and wrapped her hand around their damnable slender waists.

Now she needed a free hand to open her bedroom door. She thinks about maybe two trips. Then she remembers one advantage of her big build. With a bra on she always had a place to stuff tiny things. The new yellow topped young tramp was caged in between her blubbery breasts.

She gleefully travels to her bedroom. Almost skipping there like a jolly schoolgirl. In the room she displays her power over the three by playfully tossing them on her lonely big king-sized bed. They yip and scream as they fly and bounce. She grabs the youngest of the first three by her long legs. They must have switched to skimpy pajamas shorts set after Mark had finished with them. This made it so much easier.

Thumb and finger hook the hips and slip the ass hugging little booty shorts off that body. Fingers hooked the top and pulled up. Little arms struggle enjoyably. Rolling that one away she snatches the unknown boy tempting blonde. Hand wrapped around and pulls the shorts down to its ankles. Back up that man-luring form and those wonderful firm spot rubbers jiggled into view. Mrs. Bell next. Crystal wondered how the boys learn anything with that distracting form dancing before them. Upside down she held the mentally controlled living short haired Barbie. Top was pushed off her unfairly firm melons. Long luscious legs felt great to run her hand up and off with the shorts.

The three cowered together. The rush of power made Crystal hum out a snicker-like sound. Her body trembled with arousing delight. She knew she had one more to strip, but she liked knowing it was struggling just to breathe in her bosom.

No, she would strip herself first. Well, mostly. The Bra would be needed to hold that babysitter proxy in her flesh cage. The longer held pets knew what was coming but were helpless before her towering goddess form. Helpless to stop her from enjoying their nimble bodies. Helpless to hinder her sexual revenge.

Crystal reaches between her contained breasts. The blonde bobble slips deeper. Then her fingers catch it and pull it free. "Time to make up for disgracing me Sheila." she announces.

As her finger wraps it waist it rambles out about being named Cyder. Did it think that mattered. Crystal knows she's not really that poor slut. That wasn't the matter, her play revenge is. She marvels at how light it is as that one finger holds it before her.

She tauntingly pinches at the flaring little corners of those tantalizing little shorts. It wiggles and begs. And it should beg, it would only be Crystal's mercy and her care for her boy's happiness that would keep her safe. Crystal's nails hook that nib of fabric and touch by touch she tugs the shorts down those shapely legs.

Now it was really rambling on. "Shush, Shelia, shush. I'll be enjoying that body soon." Crystal cooed at it as little hands drastically slapped at her fingers. They were now trying to pinch the stretched front of her top. Crystal wanted no need for the proxy naked before she could truly get down to simulated revenge. They hook between those delightfully firm stroking mounds. It screams and screams as she lifts slowly up and Crystal laughs and laughs.

Now that the rider was naked she grabbed that wonderful toy from its new home. Delightfully nubile body wiggles its leg Crystal was attempting to grab. She presses it into place and coils the strap around it. Soon the casing molds around its calf. Like magic Crystal noticed, actual magic she realized.

The other leg was hindered by the trapping of the other. Crystal caught it. Not in a rush she ran her finger along it. Silky skin Crystal praised, "You always did have such dang nice legs Sheila." It rambled to correct her, but that just made trapping its other leg more fun.

"Come now Sheila, let's get those man treats out. Time to make me happier with you." she cooed as she posed the little arms back both at once. The device helpfully loops those limbs and restrains them before the casing closes. She laughs and shakes the toy, making those perky fair sized mini-tits jostle.

She carefully lays the toy down. Making sure that phallic shape play thing was safely on her bed. Bra off she sighed. She hated the weight of her uncontained breasts, but also hated the pinch and crush of the straps pulled tight around her torso. How those shoulder supports dug into her.

She pushed the other three beside her new favorite toy. Then she climbed onto her big broad bed. She grabbed the unknown golden topped man temptress. Dangling it from its own long body wrappers. She twirls it slowly, rolling its face and tits over her nipple. It's helpless to stop this use of its unfairly formed body. The features nuzzle her sensitive nipple. The mounds bounce about her sensitive point. This made Crystal sigh in delight.

"It's a bit thick isn't it you little blonde tramp? Pick, lick and massage it with those bouncy chest boulders or I'll shove it up your cunt." Then she let go and felt the little body land and jostle on her own flattened breast. Crystal was actually disappointed it didn't attempt to argue. But no it grabbed its breasts and rubbed them into her nipple as its little mouth greedily licked at the top. Disappointing but still very enjoyable.

She then grabbed the interned aged yellow haired plaything. Crystal happily pouted as it actually reached its hands down and stroked her nipple. Clearly declaring its willingness to attend her breast tip over having to feel that mass pressed deep into her. She was tempted to not offer her a choice. But its upside down long licks was a good argument in its choice. Crystal lets go and it yips, bouncing on her tit. Quickly leaping up and loving her master's mother's nipple.

Both mounds had a caretaker. What would she do with that top heavy leggy teacher? The more Mark collected the more different things she could try. She had a kind thought, poor Mrs. Bell was taunted and taunted with her daughter becoming part of these fun times. And she submitted and submitted to her new life because of it. She deserved a reward and Crystal knew what she wished she had gotten more of.

She lifted the woman. The former student teaser trembled. Crystal's fingers were thicker than its thighs and she hated it for that fact. But still continued with her choice. Crystal made those not only toned but annoyingly flexible legs apart. Her lips wrapped little Mrs. Bell's waist. Oh what a fun sound it made as her tongue dragged along its tight little cunt. "Hmmm." she hummed. Cherry Chip, that wonderful old wizard flavored Mark's toys his favorite cake flavor. And the more and firmer she tasted the more aroused that little blonde treat got. And therefore the richer the favor was offered to her tongue.

As savoring the former teacher she reached for her magic vibrator. Humming happily at the flavor filling her mouth. This too seemed to bring the taste more to her tongue.

Crystal stroked that restrained pretty body. Fingers rolled the arched out breasts. Crystal wished she could taunt the Shelia proxy, but her mouth was happily full. No, she just took glee knowing those perky bumps would soon be pleasuring her below.

Hungry for sensation, Crystal flicked the vibrator on and the vibration paralyze the riding pig-tailed pet. Crystal lowered the curvy form towards her dripping pussy. She pressed those mini breasts to her clitoris. She whimpered in arousal as they sandwich her happy bud. The firmness and vibrations rubbing utter delight into her.

But where was the revenge? She lowered the toy slightly. The vibrations made that blonde teen man trap moan helplessly with a sweet o-shaped open mouth. It capped the top of her clit and she rolled that kiss there. Wiggling slightly and pop, mini oral sensation. Timidly Crystal bobbed her toy and in and out her sexual bud went deep in and out of that proxy slut's mouth. Sweet lips hugged and trembled along as she played. Crystal leaned her head back and joyfully sang her realization why men enjoy blowjobs so much.

She could have happily ended there. She didn't, she wanted that proxy girl that nearly destroyed her family to pleasure her more. She tilted the vibrator and pushed it in. So wet from the sensations she almost lost her grip on the device.

Crystal gasped around Mrs. Bell's shapely gasping form. Oh that little babysitter-like plaything felt so good. Likely it was the imagined vengeance, but that body was also delighted with its restrained nubile shape. Crystal forgot about savoring and was drunk on the sensations. The pale clad breasts rubbed perfectly along her inner canal. Those legs kissed her entrance as they popped in and out. Soon any thoughts of play revenge was drowned in a better fun, pure sexual sensation. That flooded her body, and she went from sensation to satisfaction.

Her lips let Mrs. Bell drop to her chest. pulled out the vibrator and switched it off. Regretting that as the rider began whimpering annoyingly about oh poor little her. Like she had to witness her husband cheating on her with a blonde teen slut in her driveway. Oh boo who.

Crystal detached the whining plaything. Then bound them all in one hand. Putting on her robe to cover herself. She gathered their removed clothes and piled them in a pocket. She took them and that wonder toy to rinse them all off and freshen herself for bed. She placed them back into their home and snowed the shorts and things over their damp forms.

Even with avoiding her wet spot she found her bed well warmed from her own pleasured heat. She pulled up blankets over her naked form. It was strangely satisfying. She hummed as she pulled the coverings tight over her shoulder and drifted to sleep.

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CH 10 First Lesson: Mr. Foreman

Post by HHunter1 » Wed Feb 02, 2022 7:56 pm

Chapter 10: First Lesson
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Tim awoke and looked at his clock, he was up well before his alarm was to go off. He sighed and slipped off his bed. Pretty things slept peacefully in their one little bed. He snickered, he'd have to remember to unpack the rest of the furniture.

Popping open the closest door alerted them to his presence. They all moved to face him, making them spread out a bit. His hand greedily grabbed that former high school queen. He loved how the formerly stuck up cheer captain was now a submissive sexy pet. Her voice begging, "Please don't hurt me, I'll do anything you want." was just perfect.

He admired her as he walked back to his bed. He must have not picked up enough pajamas as she wore some sexy lacy semi-transparent thing. The bottoms looked like panties with the side straps high on her hips and a top that just hung perfectly off her sexy breasts. He could feel her trembling but she didn't move away as his finger pressed down on her boobs.

He sat down on his bed. Pressed his finger and thumb along her sexy hips and slipped her bottom off. Oh her whimpering and trembling was like catnip for his dick. He then held her wonderful legs in one hand. Pinched the hanging hot top, he started to pull up and that former bossy girl held her arms up and submitted to him. He drank it in as he slowly pulled it up. Last year she was basically a student authority figure. Now, he owned her.

He dropped her on his stomach and pulled his pj bottoms off his crotch. He was about to lift her and drape her over his erection when she looked at him and said, "Yes Master." He watched as that tan skinned pretty climbed herself upon his dick. Long legs wrapped around his girth. Chest pressed his cock. She looked up at him then bowed her head and licked the head of his penis.

Tim just relaxed and watched Jenna, the cheer captain from last year, was now dick hugger for his enjoyment. Her fit body started rubbing itself along his rigid member. Her little tongue licked at his penis, her hot lips stopping from time to time to suck at his cock. Her hips pumped her legs along part of his length, making her distracting tits stroke higher up. Her hair was down. He liked it in pig-tails, but now, fresh in the morning, down gave her an arousing look.

He thought briefly to go gather one or more of his other pets. Then he thinks about how Jenna would strut through the halls last year. Her little cheer skirt teasing that it would wink her round ass. Looking down at guys like him for being from a younger grade. Sneering at guys like him due to him not being popular. Now, she was using her whole body to make just his dick feel good.

Playfully he taunted, "You love my dick don't you Jenna?"

She looked up and lied wonderfully, "I love your dick Master." Her calling him Master made his penis jump.

"You love body fucking my dick don't you?" he mocked in delight.

So submissive the former top girl gave a showing of landing a long slow lick and she answered, almost pleaded, "I'll fuck your cock. Happily, please just don't hurt me."

"Make me cum, make me cum all over you." Tim commanded.

Jenna wrapped her legs tightly around his cock. Her hips pumped hard to stroke him. Her Breasts kneaded his tip and her hair waved about wildly. Her sexy voice grunting as she pushed herself hard to please him. She was doing as she promised, using her entire body to fuck his dick.

Tim was gasping himself. A body he lusted for was now slaved to his enjoyment. Her tanned skin was smooth and warm in an arousing way. Her limbs coiled around his shaft like it was her greatest lover.

He tilts his dick and pushes her up a bit. Thick globs of cum spattered and covered her tits and face. He laughed as she cringed and grimaced as his man fluid splashed her face. He was going to enjoy doing that to her over and over.

He holds her wrapped around his shaft and walks over to her new home. Dragging those long legs along his length to wipe the splashed cum from his cock. Leaving her in the cage to clean herself while he readies himself for school.

He meets Peter, they walk towards Peyton's home and are met by her and Mark part way. He smiles and they are again holding hands. Felicity and Aoi show up and Tim smiles again as Peter and the redhead nervously attempt to speak to each other.

"You can't just come with me." Bill gripes and tells of his approach.

"For the last time I'm not. I'm meeting Tim, stop being an asshole." Melissia snarled and announced herself.

"I'm telling dad you swore." Bill threatened.

Melissia countered, "I'll let mom know you've been swearing for years."

They got in front of the group. "I can't believe you want to go out with that." Bill said directly to Tim.

"What did mom tell you about calling me a thing? Gah, how are you friends with that asshole?" Melissia growled at Tim.

"We should head to school." Mark was always protecting him.

Tim's hopes for a nice walk to school with a pretty girl that likes him and his friends are ruined as Bill and Melissa argue the whole walk there. Away from Bill he did get a nice kiss from that dark haired pixy.

A lunch with the girls, another hope filled gathering. Dashed as the siblings just can't spend time together without arguing. This was tiring, but what could Tim do to get them not to bark at each other like rival chihuahuas. Maybe Mr. Foreman would have a spell he could teach him for that. The after lunch kiss encourages him to hope for a solution.

Afterschool was the best part of the school day. Not just because that was the end of school. But also because they split apart into pairings. He was happy to gain Melissia's hand in his. "I'm sorry about today. Bill is just such a, well a." she started.

"Asshole?" he finished.

"Yes, I really don't understand how your friends.'' she huffed.

"He is an asshole. But he is also willing to help with problems. And his viewpoint often gives us a different look at things. When Mark has Peter and I stumped in our game, Bill usually finds a solution. As argumentative as he can be, he will often argue for what he thinks is our benefit." Tim advised.

"Huh, I never saw that. He is just selfish and bossy. Always going on about what he wants. Now with those rodent things he gets from that creepy Mr. Foreman, dad is just supporting that." she complains.

"We could talk about something else? What are you doing once you get home? We could maybe take a long walk together?" Tim hoped. A little peaceful time with his could he say girlfriend.

"Oh that would be nice, but I have to get home so I can have supper and head to dance." She advised him.

"What kind of dance?" Tim was told to take an interest in a girl's hobbies.

"Tonight and Tuesdays is hip hop. Jazz on Saturday. Monday and Wednesday nights I take gymnastics." She lists off.

"When will we get to hang out then? Friday?" he questions.

"Oh not this Friday, I have a recital. Sunday?" she countered.

"That's our D&D day," he pointed out.

"Skip it, it's just a silly game." she states bluntly.

"We do it every week. It's fun and not a silly game." he feels insulted.

"Yes it is. Little army men things. Those strange dice. Oh those bizarre creatures." She rattles out ending with a voice clearly intended to copy and mock Mark's voice, "Then it spits acid from out of it's ears."

"That was mean, don't mock my friend." Tim firmly demanded.

"I wasn't, I was teasing you about that silly game." she advised.

"Not as silly as you prancing about in clothing that makes your dad check out your friends." Tim realized he went too far as he said it.

"What? My dad doesn't check out the other girls!" she snaps at him.

Tim now was upset with himself about hitting her with that rumor about her dad's appreciation of her fellow dancers. Words said by adults when they thought him out of earshot. But she also was attacking his hobby and friend. "Look, our D&D game is fun and important to us.'' He decides to just ignore his fopa till he could make his point.

This wasn't going to happen, it seems, "You apologize for spreading that lie about me dad!" she orders.

"Not till you apologize for mocking Mark." he countered.

"I didn't I mocked that silly stupid game." she snarled.

"You made fun of his voice. You also should apologize for mocking our game." he added.

She looked at him like he said she should leap the Pacific Ocean and visit Japan. "It's stupid. You play barbarians and wizards and pretend to fight made up monsters. What use is it."

"Fun, dang, are all your hobbies helpful? Oh why should we let you become a doctor?" Then mocking her voice answered, "I can prance on my toes and do a spinning leap thing."

"At least it helps me be fit. It's actually fun. And it makes me determine. Your stupid game does what, teach you to eat doritos while rolling funny shaped dice?" She counters.

"It teaches me how to actually treat people, clearly not like your bouncing and flipping about doesn't." he argues.

"Fine, then you can treat people away from me." She says flipping her arms up in the air and stomping off at a fast pace.

"Fine, I will." Tim snaps and turns away. He starts towards Mr. Foreman's. At least there he'll be treated like an equal.

By the corner he felt bad. He thought he should go apologize and try to talk their differences out. He looks and she is looking towards him. "I, I think we should take the night to calm down and talk tomorrow, please?" She begs.

"OK, tomorrow." he feels a bit better. Calming down first would likely be a good idea.

He arrives at those gates feeling hopeful. Couples fight from time to time after all. Up that wrapping drive to that door. It opens as he goes to knock but no one was about. He entered and Mr. Foreman's voice calls from the room he was cleaning the other day, "In here Mr. Hill." The door closes on it's own behind him.

He was getting strangely used to these happenings. He found he was just accepting it like noticing a sudden gust of wind. He entered and Mr. Foreman sat at a table sipping tea. "Sit there and we'll start," he said. Now Tim was creeped out, the old man was smiling friendly.

"OK, so do I need a wand or to read a book?" he asked, sitting down.

"Wand?" Mr. Foreman questioned snickering. "I guess if you're unable to concentrate. Let's try to train you to concentrate first."

"So, you'll be teaching me to steady my breathing or something?" Tim wondered.

"We shall enjoy a quiet tea. Sit, relax, drink." Mr. Foreman advised.

Tim sat. Took a sip. Watching Mr. Foreman. "So, should I be focusing on something? Like a candle or a crystal?"

"Just sit peacefully and quiet and enjoy the tea." He advised again.

Tim takes a few more sips. Looking around the room. Still so much cleaning to do. Things still covered in dust sheets. Boxes of things to be put out or away. "So are magic words hard to say?" he asked.

"You don't actually say them with your voice, but with your spirit voice. Enjoy your tea." Was not a clear answer.

Tim sipped again. Sparkling things in a box made him wonder if they would be part of his lessons or were just things that Mr. Foreman had enjoyed looking at? What might be under that sheet over there? "So do I read spells out of a book or scrolls or something?" He requested.

"Yes. Once you are able to center your mind it will decipher the writing of magic like a children's book. Distracted, and it will be a different language. You should relax and enjoy your tea quietly." Mr. Foreman explained.

This was so boring. Surely there were better things they could be doing than staring at each other. Why were they not practicing words or arm movements? Just sitting sipping this warm tea. Mr. Foreman looked straight at him clearly expecting more questions but not explaining the likely inquiries. "Shouldn't we be doing something? Anything?" Tim was getting annoyed.

"We are, we are having a peaceful quiet tea. Now, enjoy your tea." Mr. Foreman calmly replied with a slight smile.

"Sit quietly and enjoy tea? Is that all?" Tim snapped angrily.

The old man smiled and noted, "Yes, now enjoy your tea."

Tim sipped, there was something he was missing. There had to be something else. A piece to an unseen puzzle that he was missing. After arguing with Melissia, Tim wanted a distraction to clear his mind. And this quiet sitting was just letting those thoughts and feelings bubble about. Enjoy your tea, enjoy your tea? No, there had to be something he should be doing? But no, sit quietly and sip tea?

Then it hit him like a bat to the face. There would be times in his life when he would be in danger or emotionally distracted while he would want or need to cast spells. He needed to learn to sit quietly and enjoy his tea. Focus on the tea, the flavor, the temperature. Trying to let the warmth traveling down his throat drown out his day's annoyances.

Tim finds the questions he wants to ask begin to file themselves for later. The annoyance with Bill and Melissa arguing was now not important. His worries he messed up with that pretty girl wasn't going to be fixed till they talked the next day. That would be filed for then. He felt a warm calm taking his body like the tea was simulating.

There they sat sipping tea. Tim found himself focusing on nothing but that activity. Mind blank of worries or troubles in this situation. He was relaxed like never before.

Suddenly Mr. Foreman spoke, "Very good Mr. Hill. Now if you have a moments between lessons you should enjoy more tea."

"Thank you Mr. Foreman. I never realized how helpful just sitting and enjoying tea could be." he noted his surprise.

"Great, see you Saturday then?" he asks.

"You bet, I want more little pets. Though another lesson would be nice." He confessed.

"Tuesday, since not all your group can visit, Tuesday will just be us starting another lesson." Mr. Foreman advised.

"OK, can we have tea first?" Tim requested.

"Certainly." Mr. Foreman smiled warmly.

Walking home Tim felt oddly proud about his realization. He held his head up high as he made his way home. As his mother cooked supper he tackled his home chores. Another pleasant meal with his folks. They even suggest maybe another stop at that store for more things to play with his new pets with. He would just have to help his parents paint the guest room.

Now was the time he had been looking forward to all day. The beauties were dressed all like skimpy clad soldier girls. Tight buttoned up cleavage displaying shirts and tight little butt hugging shorts. He only needed two for his plans, Jenna and the one with the long black hair.

On his bed they cower before him as he striped. His dick showed he was excited for his plans. He grabbed the black haired one first. He had heard her name but just didn't care to remember it seemingly. He loved how her figure looked trembling in submission in his hand.

He grabs her calf and she surrenders any attempt to resist him. The little shiny boots looked oddly sexy on her tan toned leg. Thumb stroked the limb sticking out of her little green ass hugging shorts. He pinches the lace and it pops loose with little effort. And the black mini-boot is pushed off her little camo ankle sock. He didn't even have to grab the other leg. She offered it to her owner, clearly a smart as well as sexy little woman. Boot lace soon dangled and his thumb pushed it off like a flip topped bottle.

He presses those two legs together. Tugging both socks off together. She points her little feet to ease his efforts. Fingers dance over her tight clothes. The uniform shirt barely held across those tits. In fact he only had to brush firmly across them to make the buttons open up. Her skimpy camo bra was not hiding her lovely bosom. He took the shirt and dropped it with her boots and such.

He now target the little green short. He sees no button or fly. Then he realizes their basically just stretchy material like yoga pants. That explains why her ass is so perfectly displayed. Carefully he pinches the little bit of leg flaps in between her sculpted thighs. She whimpers as Tim slowly pulls those tight shorts down her sexy legs. He is amused that her little camo thong stayed in place.

Now he was stuck with a dilemma. Take her underwear or make her surrender them to him. Was she truly that wonderfully scared of his cooperativity giant strength? “Take off your bra." he tests his hope.

She nods pleading, "OK, please just don't hurt me." Oh his dick liked hearing her speak like that. Her accent and musical voice was wonderful. She reached back and quickly her bra slumps off her shoulders. She slips it off and offers it to her owner. Tim admires how she doesn't hide her boobs, just lets them be visibly shown.

"Panties, now your panties." he barks excitedly.

Oh her smooth rolling action as she slips those thongs off and then offers them. He takes it greedily. His want override his commands as he places her along his painful erection. Turns out she didn't need those commands. Wrapping her arms around his dick. Like Jenna this morning this gorgeous Latina rubbed her amazing body to his dick.

Now that his dick was being wonderfully attended he reached for Jenna. She whimpered just as his hand began to surround her. She felt so great in his coiled fist. He's trembling so hard in arousal to catch her lace on a boot.

Then an idea, hand turned to a platform. "Strip for me." he growls.

Jenna nodded and moved to a kneeling sitting position. Her thumb travels down her top and he realizes they are not buttons but snaps. He likes how the camo bra looks on her tan tits. She rolls back and lifts a leg. She unties her first boot. Both hands take off the small imitation of a shiny army boot. He didn't know why she circled her little camo-sock foot once the boot was gone, but he liked it.

She ran her own hand along her calf and fingers hooked the top of her decorated ankle sock and took it off the foot. She switched feet with a kick to the still clad one. Delicate mini fingers pop that lace on the boot and slip it off to expose another little circling foot. She brings attention to her toned calf again as she strips that foot of it's little camo ankle sock.

Jenna rolls back onto her knees. Thumbs hook the tight shorts just at her supple hips. She knows his goal as she pushes her thong off with the shorts down to her knees. Her tight ass rests in his palm again as her legs point toes upward. Her arms strip the bottoms off those sculpted long little legs. Just her bra remaining she steadies herself with her pointed toes as her hands unhooks the support garment and tosses it aside.

He is too excited to command. He simply pushes her onto her back. Her legs spread she begs him, "No please that's too big." That more encouraged him then her planned effect as his pinky drew close to her exposed pussy. He rubbed at her sexual spot and her hips rolled along with his poking. Grunting arousingly as he touches her entire outer sensitive strip. But she was right, without assistance he wouldn't penetrate without injuring her.

That store had a product that would be that aid. He pulled it from the bag it still sat in. She begs enticingly, "No no, please let me fuck your cock again instead." The nuzzle delivers his answer deep inside and amply on her pussy's outside.

His pinky returned. Those hips dance again. He could feel her sex tunnel begin to stretch, lube loosening the resistance. It was so tight on his finger tip as it invaded within her.

Unwanted it was, the results were clearly not so bad. Jenna arched and her hips popped to his poking. Her breathless sounds told that girth was generating sensations she couldn't deny. He hurried his fingering of that five plus inch tall girl and she moaned loudly and gave him the sexiest I can't resist expression trimmed with pleasure.

"Like that huh you sexy little doll? Tell me you like that!" he snarls playfully.

And he loves as she surrenders, "It's too thick, oh so much pinky."

"You like that? My giant pinky in your puss? Tell me you like it!" he taunted for his own delight.

"Oh oh god! Oh oh god! So thick, how is it fitting? Why does it feel so good?" she begged.

His other fingers coiled and pressed heaving breasts. Tiny tiny nipples poked up from their tips. Oh the music of her moaning and gasping as he fucked her with just the smallest of his fingers. Jenna was almost a goddess last year at school. Now she was a slave to any of Tim's slightest urges, And some urges had wonderful effects on her.

She climaxed hard in his holding hand. Little toes and the ball of her feet pressed into her bed of his palm. Her hips popping hard enough he could just hold his hand still and she was still getting giant fingered hard. She ends the reaction and whimpers to him, "Please stop, oh please stop." He was amused as he had stopped moving. She was humping his digit. Her trained fit body worked his tip hard and fast enough that she burst into climax again. Possibly harder and sexier than the first.

Now he took his finger out and she collapsed spread eagle in his palm. Eyes closed, she pants in exhaustion. He lowers her and dangles his tip over her weakened body. He started stroking that black hair beauty along his dick. The sight of Jenna being fingered into climax twice was now added to by that curvy cock attendant. His young body didn't need much encouragement. That mocha beauty triggered his release and he again cam all over Jenna's heaving breasts and her open mouthed face. Too tired to resist or even close those lips.

Wandered clumsily to the cage. Jenna's legs smeared his tip mostly clean and was placed in that perfect cage. The black haired delight was dragged across his cum soiled hand and placed on top of the spunk drenched lighter tanned body.

He used tissues to clean the remaining mess then dressed. Bathroom finished his cleaning efforts. It would be early but he was ready for bed. Mini showers going was really becoming a great sleep aid.

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10S Mark's Experience: Mr. Foreman

Post by HHunter1 » Thu Feb 10, 2022 2:13 am

Side-Chapter 10: Mark's Experience
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Mark was awoken by his mother shaking him. "Here you go sweetie, thought we should give little Mrs. Bell a morning off.'' She dropped the unknown two blonds beside him and left. He was glad she did; he had some raging morning wood.

He had to thank his mom, she had sped up his morning by pre stripping the two for him. He grabbed one in each hand and just shoved them inside his bottoms. He wrapped their struggling little supple bodies around his erection and started stroking. He would never get tired of the feel of hot tiny women pumping along his dick.

He sighed heavily as he pressed them to his tip and covered them in cum. He grabbed his clothes for the day and went to the bathroom hoping his mom would be making breakfast and not see him going to the bathroom with his bottoms soaked with cum and squirming with two tiny women. Success, he thought closing the door.

He rinsed them while he waited for the shower to come to temperature. He figured two birds one stone. He laughed as they shivered together in the sink as he entered his warm shower. He got dressed then patted them dry with his used towel.

Dropping them off in the tank, looks like his mother wanted them dressed as cowgirls today. His morning playthings cloth waited folded on the sunning log.

"Sleep well?" his mother asked.

"Yes, you?" he asked back.

"Like a baby. Oh I've had the best sleep the last few nights." she praised.

"Oh good, you know why?" he inquired.

"No idea, just so relaxed once I lay in bed for some reason." she noted.

"Must be something in the air, I've been sleeping great too." he realized.

"So, band today?'' she was really telling him to attend more than asking if he had it.

"Yes mom." was the only safe response.

"You going to Mr. Foreman's after that?" she sounded hopeful.

"No, he thinks since everyone can't attend that we should skip today. He has things to do Friday so Saturday we're all going over to help him." Mark explained.

"Oh good." she noted. Shyly she asked, "And are you seeing Peyton in the meantime?"

He could feel his cheeks glowing pink, "Walking her to school this morning."

"Oh my little boy is growing up so fast." she gushed and he was glad that he was the only one to see it.

He almost floated to Peyton's house. He was so excited to see her. She skipped up to him and hugged him tight. Her strawberry flavored lips were becoming his favorite flavor. "Morning Mark, how are you today?" She had a nice tone to her voice this morning.

"I'm good now." he said hoping to gain a certain smile.

Smile, she did, "So am I.'' she purred adorably.

She took hold of his hand and they started towards where they would meet the others. "So, you think everything will go smoothly today with our friends?" she asked.

"Sure. Bill and Tim settled things mostly. What could go wrong now?" Mark replied.

That something was sibling rivalry. Every minute they were near each other, Bill and Melissia fought. Not even about anything, just snip snip snip. Mark could tell this was having a bad effect on Tim. Worse, upsetting Peyton.

"Why, why can't they get along?" She complained after band.

"I don't know. I have no siblings." he advised.

"I don't either." she lamented.

"Well, you have me." he offered.

She hugged his arm and pressed tightly along his side. He liked when she did that. Though he tried not to think about how nice it felt. "I'm glad, I'm so happy you started walking me home after school."

"I'm sorry it was under such bad circumstances." he said ignoring how that happened.

"Yeah, but I think I'm good somehow." she noted strangely. "Mark?" she added.

"Yes Peyton?" he wondered what she was about to ask.

"My dad won't be home till later. Do you think I could come over to your place for a bit so I'm not alone?" she inquired.

"Oh, yeah it should be alright." he agreed.

She smiled so nice being so close. Her warmth on this cool fall afternoon was wonderful. He was just happy he was spending time with such a wonderful girl.

He opened the door and showed her in. She slipped off her shoes and took off her jacket. She was so cute stretching up to hang it on one of the hooks. "Did you want a drink or anything?" he asked.

"Yes please." she replied walking into the living room.

"Lemonade?" he offered going into the kitchen.

"Water would be good." she answered.

He poured the water. His heart was racing. He had never been alone with a girl like this before. Then his heart froze, "You have tiny women?" she asked. Oh god he thought, she found her mother.

He stepped into the living room and she turned to look at him. There was an intriguing aspect to her expression. Her body was tilted in a strangely appealing S-like shape. "Please, I'll do as you want, just don't make me small too.'' she said in a fearful tone that didn't match her alluring smile.

She walked over oddly, like her hips suddenly needed more room to maneuver. He worried she was hurt but also really liked it. "Fine you cruel boy, I'll pretend to be your girlfriend." she whimpered. Then gave a very convincing French kiss.

"Fine we'll lay on the couch and make out to seal our deal." she sounded worried yet didn't look worried. She pushed him towards the couch, Mark was so horny and confused. Was this what falling in love was like for boys his age?

She took the glass from him. Sipped it and placed it on a coaster. Then guided him to lay down. His blood pounded as she climbed on top of him. Oh her mouth tasted so good and not just the strawberry lip chap. He held her hips like they were dancing. She moved like she was dancing and that felt so nice on him. He was a little worried she would notice he was erect again though.

That might not have been the problem he thought it was as she grabbed his wrist and moved a hand off her hip and over her firm little round butt cheek. His mind was flooded with a new excitement. Sure he played with naked gorgeous tiny women. This was the first time he felt full sized pretty girl butt before.

"You cruel boy, fine I'll do that but you promise not to put me in that tank." She kind of growled at him in an appealing way. He nodded, he wanted to know what he demanded of her.

She pulled at his shirt. He was hesitant, he didn't want her to get disgusted at his big gut. His curiosity was too strong however and he lifted himself so she could pull the shirt off him.

Then his mind was blown, she started undoing her blouse. Smooth soft skinned cleavage was quickly revealed. Like her mother she was well endowed and they looked even better full sized. His face was pulled into them and he sighed as heaven was rubbed against his features.

She leaned back and stuck them out. Why was she reaching back? His heart leaped from his chest as her bra came off. Her hands grabbed his and pressed them over her bare boobs. He was surprised at how pointy her nipples were. Like they wanted him to touch them. His hands kneaded like they had a life of their own and Peyton gasped in that womanly appealing way.

She curved her chest forward and he felt his mouth stretch up. Lips kissed her nipple and she made a happy whimper noise. His lips seem to need to part and he started sucking on the end of her boob. Her little hands raced through his hair. His tongue tried dancing with the nipple and she started grinding her body along his. Yeah, this cruel boy was getting what he wanted somehow.

He moved his mouth over to the other firm mound and tried moving his own hands to that cute little wiggling butt on his own. Peyton's gasping seemed to say she liked that. He sure did, but was worried she might make his member go off with all that wonderful hip movement.

Then he heard a new horrible thing he was demanding, "Fine. How you can be so cruel Mark Tanner I'll never understand."

She slipped off him and her hip must really be out of sorts as it popped like crazy as she swayed over to the tank. "Please don't struggle or he'll place me in there too." she whimpered. He could see her stripping one of the tiny ladies.

His penis jumped as he saw she had her own mother. She crawled upon the other end of the couch, "You awful boy." she whined at him in a mad tone. Then pressed her own mother between her full boobs. Then he couldn't believe it, little hands started undoing his belt. He lifted himself as Peyton struggled to pull down his pants. Then a soft warm hand cupped his penis as the other pulled down the front of his underwear.

He almost fainted as Peyton pulled her mother from between her breasts and wrapped the shapley little woman around his erection. Mrs. Bell felt amazing pressed to his dick. But knowing Peyton was using her own delicate little hand to stroke her mother down there was intense.

Peyton laid along his body. She leaned in close and whispered all sexy like, "You cruel boy, does my mother feel good about your junk? You like me rubbing her down there?"

"Yes." he answered softly, amazed Peyton was so calm about this. Not just calm but willing to do this.

"You should suck my breast, that's what a real mean boy would do." She softly advised, then arched her chest to an easier angle to reach.

His mouth gladly kissed the offered boob. Hand found her tight ass cheek. Mark felt like some sort of cruel giant king. Peyton started playing in his hair, which just added to that feeling. Faintly he could hear Mrs. Bell whimpering as Peyton continued stroking his dick with her.

But even cruel kings have their limits, "Peyton I'm going to cum." he warned his supposed slave beauty.

"Fine, as you requested." she falsely whined again. Dick tipped and Mrs. Bell was pushed slightly past the tip. She smiled beautifully at him as he felt his penis spit cum over her mother.

"You're sick, but if I have too." Peyton stated. He watched as she lifted her cum covered mother to her mouth then took a big long lick up the front of her. Showed him what she gathered and amazingly in his mind, she swallowed it. "Can I wash her off now you horrible monster."

He tried to sound mean, but it was hard after seeing that display, "Yes you may, my pretty."

She stood up and walked away saying to her mother, "I'm sorry, so sorry. He says he'll make me small too if I don't do as he wants."

Mark redressed. Then made sure he didn't mess on the couch. Nothing thank goodness, mom would have been pissed. Peyton returned and placed her mother back carefully in the tank. Still playing damsel in distress, "What, lay with you. If I have too. Please let me dress first."

She did and laid along his side. Head rested wonderfully on his chest. He sighed hugging her close. Whispering, he had to know, "Are you really OK with, you know?"

She sighed, "I shouldn't be should I. I should be upset with you. But I know she's safe. And there was just something exciting about touching you down there with her. So much power. I really like that."

"It does feel good." he sighed.

"Yeah." she sighed back, cuddling close.

She felt so right there. So warm. He liked that feeling almost as much as the sex stuff. It was a closeness that he liked. She seemed to like it too, closing her eyes to enjoy it. What a good idea he thought.

His mother shook him to wake him like she did every school morning. He didn't remember going to bed. The last thing he remembered was laying with Peyton on the couch. "Oh shit." he barked in realization.

"Yes, but watch your language young man. You want to explain what I see here?" his mother was mad.

"Oh, I'm sorry Ms. Tanner. It's my fault." Peyton started.

"Oh, really miss?" Mom huffed.

"See my mother has gone missing recently and I haven't slept well since. And well, besides my dad I only feel safe around Mark. So I asked, since my dad isn't home. If I could stay with him a while. Then I was so tired I got dizzy. So he held me safe so I could nap and he must have fallen asleep too."

"Oh, are you the Peyton I've heard not enough about?" did she believe Peyton?

"Yes, sorry to meet you like this. Mark has been so nice and sweet to me. Makes me feel like a princess with a knight protector." Peyton went on.

"He is a good boy." his mom agreed.

"I should leave, I've caused you such distress." Peyton offered.

"What time is your father home sweetie?" his mother asked.

"A little after eight, he teaches night classes at the University." Peyton explained.

"Then why don't you stay for supper and Mark can walk you home after that. Let me get to know you dear." his mother offered.

"Can I help with making supper?" Peyton asked.

"Yes, yes you can." was strangely foreboding to Mark.

They walked into the kitchen and started chatting. "Can I help?" he asked from the couch slightly confused.

"No dear, we are having girl talk time. If you want you could dig out my sewing for me to do after supper." his mother requested.

"Sewing, I sew. What are you making?" Peyton asked and it soon sounded like she would be staying for a while after supper. Which was nice and scary at the same time.

It worked out well though. Mom and Peyton got along. Chatting about food preparation and that transfered over to a show they both watched. Mark was happy they seem to get along. Then he wondered if he should be worried that they were getting along.

Strangely he didn't seem to be any part of their conversation. As the person they had mutually connected with, he thought he'd get no end of teasing by the two top ladies in his life. After supper he was regulated to dishes while they talked doll fashion at the table over herbal teas. They even started pinning out some patterns.

"It is almost eight, I should head home to be there before my dad does." Peyton announced.

"You certainly should, sweetheart. Mark, walk our guest home please." His mother requested what he was about to ask permission to do.

"Now, while all these disappearances are happening, any night your dad won't be home till late you are welcome to join us for supper." Mark was happy to hear his mother say.

"Oh I couldn't be a bother." Peyton countered the offer.

His mother waved a finger at the pretty girl, "No bother, I could use the nice girl company. Now head home now so your father doesn't worry."

"OK, thank you again Miss. Tanner for supper and the company." Peyton praised.

"Oh listen to you with the miss. If you don't leave soon I'll just make you a room and keep you myself.'' His mother teased. Mark hoped that was a tease and not something more sinister.

"Your mom is so nice." Peyton said once they were outside.

Mark liked hearing that, "Yeah, she's the best mom."

"My mom was always on about my grades and stuff. She cared, we didn't just hang out like that." She added.

That brought up a question Mark needed to ask, "About your mom. You're not, you know, upset I have her tiny in a cage?"

"I am, or think I should be. But not that much. Like I said before I knew she was safe. And with you, even like that, she is."
Peyton tried to explain.

"You're not, say, going to tell anyone are you?" Mark worried.

"No." then she snickered, "Who would believe me." She stopped and took his hands in hers, "I like you Mark, a lot if you didn't notice. And I don't want to lose you over some strangeness. Besides, it was kind of thrilling to force my mother to hug your penis like that. She was so small and helpless even compared to my little hands."

"You know, when we're alone we don't have to do things like that. We could just hang out." he wanted her to know.

"Yeah, that's because you're a good boyfriend." she said. Then rose and her lips started a very exciting kiss. "But we can, and I want to see the expression on that bitch Cyder's face when I force her mouth over your pee hole and make her choke down all your cum." Was a very exciting addition for him to hear.

"You really like doing that with me?" He wondered if this was more of Mr. Foreman's magic.

"I've always been one of the smallest kids in my class. Then with my mom being a teacher I was always seen as a little miss goodie-goodie. And I guess I am. But with you I'm safe and when we're alone I feel like I can be a little naughty and not get in trouble." Peyton explained.

"OK." That seemed like fair reasoning. Just, how did a big fat guy like him end up with a cute beauty like her.

"Can I ask you a question?" she softly requested.

"Ah, yes, of course." He agreed.

"How are you shrinking them?" Peyton inquired.

"Mr. Foreman, he's a wizard." Mark suddenly heard himself just blurting out.

"Really, like a real wizard?" She looked surprised.

"Yeah, magic house and everything." What was wrong with me Mark questioned internally.

"So that means all four of you guys have tiny girls at home you do naughty things with." She surmised correctly.

"Yeah, Peter even has Ms. Vale." Why, why did he say that?

In a very sexy purr like tone she then asked, "Ohh, so, do you guys borrow them or are what you have what you get?"

"We mentioned maybe trading for weekends or things." he just couldn't stop himself.

"Well, here we are." She pointed to her home.

"Yeah, oh please don't tell anybody about this." he begged.

"Oh, it'll be our little secret, my big strong protector." she talked in that hot tone again. Then kissed him deeply. As she hung off him she added, "Unless my mother asks, then you are a big mean boy using me for his fun. If I don't behave, you make me small too."

All he could muster to say was, "Oh, OK." He watched as she walked to her door. Worried she had done something to her hip. Though it did make her walking away so appealing. She waved at him all friendly like then slipped inside her house.

He was a mix of emotions. If the guys learned he told Peyton what was happening they would kill him. But those deep blue eyes just made him talk. And how did she know about the threat to her mother, or was that just an idea she came up with that just aligned with his? Oh, he hoped she wouldn't tell anyone. Oh, would Mr. Foreman know he told her with his mind magic? Oh but that tone she used was so exciting.

He made it in the house and his mother was sitting at the table, "Come here Mark." That was the upset tone.

"Look, I know I should have asked before I brought her here." Mark started his defense.

"Yes, yes you should. But I'm wondering, did she see the pets?" His mother demanded.

"Well, yes. Yes she did." he honestly answered.

"And what did she think they were." his mother requested.

"She, she knew what they were." he bowed his head feeling guilty.

"So, she's a threat to our collection." she said as a matter of fact.

"No, she promises not to tell anyone." he defended Peyton.

"Oh my poor boy, I know she's pretty and acted all sweet but she's a blond. I think we should go over to Mr. Foreman's right now and have her added to your collection just to be safe." His mother said as she started to rise.

"No, I know she won't tell anyone." he stood in his mother's way.

"Oh, because she promised and fluttered her pretty eyelashes at you?" she said, clearly worried.

"No, she rubbed her mother on my penis when she found out." he slipped out.

"Oh, oh oh my." His mother stammered and landed back in her seat. "I didn't think you two would be doing such things yet." she rambled out.

"We, well we weren't. Then she saw them and gotten, excited about the idea." Mark reasoned, he still wasn't sure why she did that.

"Huh, her mother and, oh no, don't try to reason that out it just makes you picture what you don't want to picture." his mother was clearly thinking out loud.

"So, you see, she's not going to tell anyone." Mark hoped that reasoned out.

"Maybe, but you should tell Mr. Foreman just in case." his mother advised.

"I will." he said, not sure if he would.

"Alright, it's sort of late. Why don't you take a couple of ladies into your room and get ready for bed." she told him.

"Yes Mom." he didn't argue.

He walked over to the cage and could resist grabbing Mrs. Bell and Cyder. He carried them to his room in one hand. Pressing their boobs together. Mrs. Bell's pair almost took over Cyder's own nice ones. They looked so hot in their little cowgirl outfits.

He dropped them on his bed and Mrs. Bell wrapped her arms around that cheer tramp Cyder like she would protect her. "Now kiss." he demanded as he grabbed the bottom of his shirt.

"Mark, you can't expect." Mrs. Bell started.

"Kiss her or the next time I order you to kiss someone it will be Peyton." he lied. Though the idea that Peyton would approve of his deception added an extra touch of delight.

Cyder doesn't get to voice a protest. Mrs. Bell jams her tongue into the cheerleader's mouth. "Make it hot." he commands. Mrs. Bell's hands start grabbing Cyder's round little ass. She practically pins the struggling younger woman to the bed to protect her daughter.

Mark undo his pants he decrees, "Now strip her."

Cyder frantically slaps at the former teacher's hands but her tied plaid shirt is undone. Mrs. Bell flipped her and pinned her to the bed and pulled the top and vest from the young fit body. She braces a knee behind Cyder's shoulder blades and then unhooks the skirt. Pushing the jean-like material down the cheerleader’s sculpt legs. Making another trip down those shapely limbs to remove her little white panties.

Mrs. Bell moves away from the now naked former student. Cyder rolled over onto her butt and attempted to cover herself. Mark reached down and grabbed the girl. "Now you, sexy." he says. His mighty fingers overpower the popular girl's limbs and felt her at his leisure.

The shapely blond woman reaches back and undid her own skirt. She rolls her alluring hips and slowly lowers the tight skirt. Tantalizingly, the skirt was slipped away. She reached up and unties her own shirt. Seems the cowgirl outfit didn't come with a bra. Every Time he saw Mrs. Bell boobs it was better than the last. Thumbs hooked her panties and she revealed her bare little womanly slit.

He grabs the naked woman and represses them together. It looks even better with them naked. He settles onto his bed in a deep reclined position, practically laying down.

He's hard from watching Mrs. Bell force-stripping Cyder. He drapes his favorite toy along its length. Then presses Cyder into it's tip, "Rub your face and boobs right there." he commanded. Cyder looked so pleadingly at him. Then helplessly shuttered and cringed visibly as her body started rubbing the top of his manhood.

He then wrapped his hand around Mrs. Bell. Stretching those long shapely legs around his shaft. Pressing those big tits into his sensitive skin. He sighs, she is trembling and that felt wonderful.

He reaches into his night stand. A little bottle tip makes the gorgeous beauty strapped to his penis by his hand whimper autibly. A slight squeeze and a clear cool gel fills her sexuality. It's thrilling to hear her begging, "No, no Mark. No please!" This was generated by just the mere touch of his pinky.

He rolls that finger and the trapped mini woman gasps and whimpers. Her little slit opens and slowly his touch enters her. He can feel her attempting to buck and squirm away from his insertion. But the gel allows him to penetrate. He started pumping little twitches quickly. She grunts oh and ah sounds as he enjoys her body grinding and rubbing along his dick.

He's excited, lewdly he cheers himself on, "I'm fucking Mrs. Bell, I'm fucking you hard!"

"It's so big! Too big, too big!" She replies amusingly.

"Tell me you like it or Peyton will learn how big it is." he lied.

"Oh oh, It feels good! It feels good!" She lied so appealingly.

She continued to moan fake praise as he fingered that little pussy. Lustfully savoring the use of that helpless woman. Cheered along by Cyder's physical struggles to stimulate his very tip. Two of the loveliest blonds from school that were his to enjoy over and over again like living toys.

The sights and sounds were too much. He pulls his finger out and just strokes his painful erection with his dream teacher. His now free hand pins the tramp cheerleader around his tip and rolls her shapely body there. Faster and faster, Mrs. Bell's form delights his manhood.

He drops Cyder before his tip and she starts to whimper till her face is enveloped in his blasting cum. She tries to cough, instead repeated thick white streams spatter her efforts. The whole time Mrs. Bell shuttered in defeat still wrapped to his shaft.

He wipes his tip with that curvy shape. Sandwiching them together spunk to spunk and placing them on some tissues. Pulls on his PJ bottoms and takes them to be rinsed off before he places them away. There he takes the opportunity to freshen up for bed.

"Night Mom." he says, placing them away.

His mother came over and hugged him tight. "Night my sweet boy."

He wanders to his bed. Curled under blankets his want for sleep is well and deeply granted.

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Re: Mr. Foreman

Post by ALittleConfused » Mon Feb 14, 2022 1:12 am

Not the reaction I expected Peyton to have, but a welcome one. I hope her and Mark have some more fun again in the future. Great chapter as always.

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Re: Mr. Foreman

Post by HHunter1 » Mon Feb 14, 2022 1:35 am

Glad you enjoyed it. Hope others did as well. Just a reminder, if anyone in interested in the actions of one of the other boys or Mark's mom Crystal let me know. I am mostly just planning out Tim's and Mark's activities. But I'm willing to spread the view around if there was interest.

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Post by ALittleConfused » Tue Feb 15, 2022 12:42 am

I'd definitely love to see Crystal playing some more with her sons toys.

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Post by HHunter1 » Tue Feb 15, 2022 2:31 pm

Alright, I'll add her evening after Mark goes to bed. Can't say it will be this weeks chapter, but I'll add it at some point. :)

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Re: Mr. Foreman

Post by Ghostwriter44 » Tue Feb 15, 2022 9:41 pm

Personally, I only really only like F/f for foot worship/crush and vore. As strange as it may sound coming from a straight male, F/f insertion is honestly kind of a turn off for me. But if other people are enjoying it, I certainly don’t mind just skimming over those parts lol. Can’t wait to read more of Mark and Tim’s chapters! Hope they continue getting a few strangers as gifts, as well as girls they know. Also hope Bill’s dad gets to have some alone time with his daughter’s friends some time lol

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