An introductory chat with Mia, a new fascination discovered, and a gift chosen Tiny Misadventures, the Interactive text story chapter 15 by Calvitonks

As you followed the clerk, Shina took the opportunity to ask her a very important question:

“So, Mia, I appreciate you having no issue about letting my tiny choose what he would want me to buy for him, but…does that extend to you chatting with him directly?”

“Wait, really? Would he like to chat with me? That would be so goddamm cute, I would love to!”- said Mia with extreme enthusiasm while briefly turning back around before she calmed her emotions back to a more standard voice- “On a more practical aspect, it could also help with the customer service since he would be willing to ask me a question directly, and thus would ease the transaction process. Now, if there is any question, they can wait until we arrive at the area.”

Shina nodded in agreement and started walking again, but not before looking down at you and making a thumbs-up gesture as a sign of success. You returned the gesture, making her giggle a bit.

A minute later and after passing behind some heavy curtains, you found yourself in an enclosed area, the one that specializes in providing for “autonomous tinies” as Mia called them: the items present on the stalls fulfilled similar functions to those of the main part of the store, with the very important difference that they clearly were made with the tiny’s wellbeing in mind. For example, the dildos here had a flexible yet separated and cushioned area within them instead of locks to tie the poor unfortunates at the tip. 

Some items were completely not present on the main hall: tiny-sized outfits that range from the whimsical to the stylish and everything in between, to beds, utensils, and furniture made in an appropriate scale. You couldn’t help but look with pleased awe at the dedication the makers had shown to all that was available, despite the likely small market they catered to. 

As you looked and smelled around, a rather pleasant fragrance soon entered your nose: it smelled so good that you couldn’t help but try squirming out of your owner’s bosom, making her squeal in surprise and forcing her to bring her breast close, knocking you slightly out; with you half dazed, you could hear her speak in a worried tone:

“Whoa there, what happened, my pet? Why did you suddenly want to leave me?”

“Oh my, don’t worry, he doesn’t actually want to leave you: he likely just wanted to get a fine taste of these.” Said Mia with a gentle smirk, while shaking a bag of treats with filtered holes that allowed the fragrance to leave the otherwise sealed package with the title of “Ty-Snacks”. With great effort, you forced yourself to remain still, but couldn’t prevent watering your mouth; whoever made such treats surely knew what tinies seemed universally attracted to, an unexpected discovery regarding your condition.

The rest of the journey was uneventful, with you both stopping at the cashier, where, after Shina allowed you to get on top, Mia asked you directly:

“Well then, little tiny, what would you like to ask for?”