Tulip sneaks up on you.
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
m45atlas
The tabletop feels cold under you as you watch your mother finish up the dishes. She whistles a soothing tune as she rinses and scrubs the plates. Unknowingly, you start to bob your head to the rhythm and, eventually, catch yourself humming the tune with her. *Thump* A noise catches your attention and you look behind you to see... Tulip! You are just about to scream for help as she swats her hands at you. Before you can get a word out, her hands close around you. Tightly enclosed inside of Tulip’s hands, you can barely move around. The slight bounce you feel tells you that she’s taking you somewhere. A couple seconds later, she spreads open her palms and light blooms around you.
Seeing that are in the living room now, You turn around to face Tulip. “Hello” she says enthusiastically and picks you up with her free hand. “Eww!” She exclaims and let’s go of you. You land in her lap, in the soft valley between her legs. “Where have you been?.. Oh yeah, I forgot!” She laughs as you get up. Not amused, you decide not to dignify her with a response. She lifts you up again, “so... how was your breakfast?” You roll your eyes, “oh, it was great, I love almost getting eaten.” She holds back a giggle, “don’t tempt me.” She pauses for a moment. “Well, I’m glad I could help,” she winks. “I’m surprised mom even found you, given the way she was stuffing food down.”
You give her a cold look, she really shouldn’t talk about your mother like that. Tulip’s eyes are looking off in the distance, so your stare is wasted. She looks back at you, “so what are we going to do today, hmm?” “I don’t know what you mean by ‘we’ but I am--“ You are interrupted by your mother’s voice, “going to come with me to pick out some dresses, and that goes for you too young lady.” “Aww, come on!” you and Tulip both complain in unison. “No complaints!” your mother replies. She plucks you out of Tulip’s hand and carries you into the hallway.
“Let’s get you all washed up and ready. She carries you into the bathroom and strips off your clothing. She holds you under the faucet in the sink and washes your body gently, then she dries you off with a hand-towel. She drops you off at your bed in the living room, and are told to get dressed. After she walks out of the room, Tulip approaches. You shoo her away, “Get out of here! I’m dressing!” “Please.” She says, pinching you between her fingers and holding you up to her face. “Like I’ve never seen you naked.” “Stop playing around, you’re going to make mom mad” Tulip smiles deviously at you, and adjusts her hold on you so that most of you is covered by her hand. “Why? You look ready to me.”
“I’m going to tell mom!” you shout. “You’re going to tell me what?” Your mother asks, walking in the room. “Steve says he doesn’t want to go to the mall with us!” Tulip spurts out. “Steve, you’re going and that’s final. Let’s go.” She turns around and walks towards the door. “...But mom,-“ you protest. She stops and turns to glare at you, “I don’t want to hear it!” She looks angry, but you can’t go to the mall like this. You try again, “But mom, I’m-“ Tulip moves her other hand and covers your mouth. “Thank you, Tulip,” Your mother says. “Come on, mom, let’s go.”
You all get into your mother’s car, a gray sedan. Tulip takes the backseat and volunteers to hold you for the ride. Without disagreeing, your mother backs out of the driveway and heads for the mall. During the ride over, Tulip ignores you for most part. She does make a point to keep her pointer finger positioned over your mouth and keeps rubbing the top of your head with her thumb, messing up your hair over and over.
Once you all get into the mall entrance, your mother asks Tulip to hide you in her pocket and walks ahead. Your family sometimes likes to hide you in public, since you tend to draw a crowd. Tulip stops, letting your mother walk ahead for a second. She loosens her grip on you slightly, so that your arms are free to move around, and looks down at you. She holds up one finger in front of you then points it at her mouth, then she holds up two fingers and points them at her ass. You facepalm yourself, realizing that she is giving you options. If you don’t choose, she’s going to choose for you.
What do you choose?
Seeing that are in the living room now, You turn around to face Tulip. “Hello” she says enthusiastically and picks you up with her free hand. “Eww!” She exclaims and let’s go of you. You land in her lap, in the soft valley between her legs. “Where have you been?.. Oh yeah, I forgot!” She laughs as you get up. Not amused, you decide not to dignify her with a response. She lifts you up again, “so... how was your breakfast?” You roll your eyes, “oh, it was great, I love almost getting eaten.” She holds back a giggle, “don’t tempt me.” She pauses for a moment. “Well, I’m glad I could help,” she winks. “I’m surprised mom even found you, given the way she was stuffing food down.”
You give her a cold look, she really shouldn’t talk about your mother like that. Tulip’s eyes are looking off in the distance, so your stare is wasted. She looks back at you, “so what are we going to do today, hmm?” “I don’t know what you mean by ‘we’ but I am--“ You are interrupted by your mother’s voice, “going to come with me to pick out some dresses, and that goes for you too young lady.” “Aww, come on!” you and Tulip both complain in unison. “No complaints!” your mother replies. She plucks you out of Tulip’s hand and carries you into the hallway.
“Let’s get you all washed up and ready. She carries you into the bathroom and strips off your clothing. She holds you under the faucet in the sink and washes your body gently, then she dries you off with a hand-towel. She drops you off at your bed in the living room, and are told to get dressed. After she walks out of the room, Tulip approaches. You shoo her away, “Get out of here! I’m dressing!” “Please.” She says, pinching you between her fingers and holding you up to her face. “Like I’ve never seen you naked.” “Stop playing around, you’re going to make mom mad” Tulip smiles deviously at you, and adjusts her hold on you so that most of you is covered by her hand. “Why? You look ready to me.”
“I’m going to tell mom!” you shout. “You’re going to tell me what?” Your mother asks, walking in the room. “Steve says he doesn’t want to go to the mall with us!” Tulip spurts out. “Steve, you’re going and that’s final. Let’s go.” She turns around and walks towards the door. “...But mom,-“ you protest. She stops and turns to glare at you, “I don’t want to hear it!” She looks angry, but you can’t go to the mall like this. You try again, “But mom, I’m-“ Tulip moves her other hand and covers your mouth. “Thank you, Tulip,” Your mother says. “Come on, mom, let’s go.”
You all get into your mother’s car, a gray sedan. Tulip takes the backseat and volunteers to hold you for the ride. Without disagreeing, your mother backs out of the driveway and heads for the mall. During the ride over, Tulip ignores you for most part. She does make a point to keep her pointer finger positioned over your mouth and keeps rubbing the top of your head with her thumb, messing up your hair over and over.
Once you all get into the mall entrance, your mother asks Tulip to hide you in her pocket and walks ahead. Your family sometimes likes to hide you in public, since you tend to draw a crowd. Tulip stops, letting your mother walk ahead for a second. She loosens her grip on you slightly, so that your arms are free to move around, and looks down at you. She holds up one finger in front of you then points it at her mouth, then she holds up two fingers and points them at her ass. You facepalm yourself, realizing that she is giving you options. If you don’t choose, she’s going to choose for you.
What do you choose?
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