Tulip's a Toy. How about you?
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 29
by
copier
· original author:
primus359
Life is good. You stand confidently in the palm of a giantess. Just a day ago this would probably have been cause for concern, even fear. Yet, now, here you stand, naked and proud; lord over all you survey. You’re all of three inches tall, but you’re the most powerful person in the room. Yes, life has decided to treat you real well all of a sudden.
You watch in satisfaction as Olga continues to whirl Tulip through the air like a toddler with a toy airplane. The look of sea-sickness on Tulip’s face is certainly a face you’ve made more than once under Tulip’s influence; which is only making it sweeter and sweeter that it’s not on your face this time.
“So what should I do with her, Ran?” you ask you new Korean ‘friend’. You keep your eyes fixed on Tulip but can clearly see Ran staring at you as if trying to read the safest answer right out of your head.
“Uh…” she starts carefully, “how about we… uh…”
“Oh!” Olga squeaks suddenly as she hugs Tulip to her chest. “Can I keep her?!” she asks as if she were convincing her parent’s to let her keep a lost puppy.
“Keep her?” you echo as you look from Olga to your Sister who is barely visible within Olga’s clutched hands. Tulip remains mostly oblivious as her head lolls from side to side; still dizzy from being spun through the air. You can’t keep the smirk from creeping across your face as you consider this. No, Tulip definitely belongs to you, now and forever; but that doesn’t mean that you can’t let Olga play with her a bit. You cast a quick glance at Ran, disappointed that Olga has proven a more entertaining slave—servant than she has.
“Yeah,” Olga continues as you consider, “I’ll take good care of her and feed her and wash her and all sorts of stuff. Pretty please?” Your head almost begins to swim at the change in loyalties that each of Tulip’s friends has demonstrated so far. You can only assume that Tulip’s behavior towards you is somewhat consistent with her behavior toward others.
“Well,” you begin diplomatically, “I’m not really looking for someone to take ‘good’ care of her…”
“Oh. Then,” Olga continues almost immediately, “I’ll take really bad care of her. Make her live in my toilet. Stuff her in my boots. Squash her under my big sexy booty. I’ll even eat her. Can I? Can I?” Wow, Tulip sure knows how to pick her friends. For just an instant the thought of being trapped in Olga’s toilet as her huge, pail ass eclipses all light, flashes behind your eyes. You’re silent as you fight back the urge to vomit. No, you won’t do that to even Tulip. … So long as she learns to obey you; like a good bug.
“Well,” you begin as you take a deep breath, “that’s not really what I’m looking for either. I was aiming more for something… in between those options I guess.”
“Oh. Then,” Olga again continues with only a slight pause as she considered this, “I’ll take sorta not great care of her and not really awful care. Okay?” She flashes you a big toothy smile in an attempt to prove how earnest she is. Your own smile falters for just a moment as you reflect that those same teeth were the ones that had bitten off your arm when Olga had decided to eat you a short time ago. The quick memory almost prompts you to deny her just for spite; but you resist. Your spite is targeted at one person right now. Your ‘beloved’ sister Tulip.
“I can’t let you KEEP her, but you can play with her a bit if you want,” you offer finally.
“Yea!” Olga cries as she raises your Sister to her face. “Hear that Tulip?” she continues, “you’re mine now. Wheeeeeeeeee!” And with that she launches the tiny, terrified girl into the air. You laugh at Tulip’s terrified scream and frantically wheeling arms as she stops just shy of the ceiling and then drops back down again. “Wheeeeeeeeee!” Olga cries out again as she catches Tulip in her cupped hands and then immediately launches her upward again.
As your Sister makes her third trip into the air Olga suddenly gives you a quick glance. Her expression is strange, as if she’s considering whether or not to proceed with an idea or not. Before you can react though, Olga has focused her eyes back on the descending Tulip. You feel a brief surge of panic as you watch Olga’s waiting hands suddenly drop from their waiting position. Shit! She’s intentionally dropping Tulip. Now you’re not exactly worried about Tulip being beaten around a bit; but you don’t want her dead. Right? Well… you don’t want her dead just because this fucking cow thought it would be funny. You open your mouth, ready to yell out a command even as you realize that you won’t be fast enough to stop her.
You’ve gotten as far as “Olga don’t—“ before you realize Olga’s true intentions. With a quick thrust of her hips, Olga positions her pants, held open by her hands, under the plummeting Tulip. An instant later, Tulip disappears as she drops beneath the waistband. You can see a small lump briefly push against the crotch of Olga’s pajama bottoms as Tulip lands before Olga releases the band and her pants snap shut.
“Now I can do all the things I was gonna do with your brother, Tulip, only with you instead!” she announces down at her crotch in a tone as if she expects Tulip to be just as excited as she is. She gives her hips an exaggerated rock as if she were spinning a large, slow-motion hula-hoop. Your eyes scan Olga’s pants, looking for some clue as to where Tulip actually landed. You wouldn’t change positions with her right now for all the money in the world. “Hey,” Olga continues as she turns her attention back to you, “can I have big knockers just like Tulip?”
Again, your eyebrows arch upward in surprise. You give Ran a quick look as you consider your answer, pleased that she looks just as surprised as you feel. You’d love nothing more than to give Olga a great pear of tits. Hell, you’d be perfectly happy having her drop a few pounds. And get a shower. Brush her teeth. The list goes on… But the point is, you aren’t sure you CAN. You can obviously change Tulip, but she’s related by blood. Olga isn’t; thank God! If you give the order and it doesn’t work, then you and Ran will both know the limit of your powers. If it does… heh heh heh… Then things will just get better and better. You’ll just have to avoid it till you have a chance to test it.
“I sure will,” you say finally with a smile, “…later.”
“Oh,” Olga says with a pout, “then can you make me be skinn—“ Olga stops talking for a moment as her brow creases in concentration. The look is so familiar that you start to consider if this isn’t her coming out from under your power. “EEEEeeeeeee!” Olga cries suddenly, causing you to jump and then fall to your hands and knees in Ran’s hand as she jumps too. Immediately Olga’s hands dive down to cup her crotch, one hand over the other. “Oh my God” Olga gasps as she clenches her eyes shut. What the hell is Tulip doing? You’ve never been able to cause any normal sized person as much pain as Olga seems to be in right now!
“Oh my God,” Olga croaks again, “that feels sooooo GREAT!” She smiles distantly at you and Ran; her thoughts dominated by the struggling girl in her panties. “I can feel her boobies on my hoohoo,” she breathes as an obvious blush covers her face.
“Eww” cries Ran as you jump again. Ran has been silent for so long that you’d almost forgotten that she COULD talk. “You put Tulip in your underwear?” she demands of Olga with a look of disgust written across her face. “That’s really gross Olga. How would you like it if Tulip stuck you in her under—“ Ran’s sentence is cut off by Olga.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Olga gasps as her hips give an involuntary jerk. You can’t imagine the hell that Tulip is in right now. Oh wait. Yes you can. You still wake up with nightmares from the time Tulip had fastened you to one of Tracy’s vibrators. Who the hell doesn’t examine their toy before they use it?! And the less said about the week where Tulip had ‘loaned’ you to Ms. Jessica at your school, the better. So when you watch Olga begin to slowly rub her hands back and forth against her crotch, you know exactly what Tulip’s going though.
You can hear Ran take a deep breath behind you, clearly intending to berate Olga some more. “What’s it feel like?” she asks instead.
Thaaaaat’s more like it. While you would totally agree with Ran if just about anybody else were the one in Olga’s pants; the fact is, it isn’t someone else. It’s Tulip. Awful, despicable, deadly Tulip. Now if Ran could just get into the spirit of tormenting your Sister the same way that Olga has then you’ll all have more fun. Except Tulip. Tulip will NOT have fun. Even, if you have to order her not to.
“Mmmmmmmm,” Olga practically purrs as she squeezes her eyes shut again. Her hands remain pressed firmly against her pajama crotch the entire time. “It feels amazing,” she continues as she finally opens her eyes again. “It feels like… like…”
You watch Olga’s eyes travel back and forth between yours and Ran’s faces as she searches for an answer. And then you see it again. That same look of her deciding whether to follow through with an idea or not. Except this time her focus is entirely on you.
“Olga,” you yell in as commanding a tone a possible. You aren’t sure what she’s thinking about but your days of being pushed around by giantesses are over.
“Like this,” Olga breathes as she steps closer to Ran, oblivious to your warning. But you’re ready. The moment Olga makes the mistake of reaching for you; you’ll be ready to dispense punishment. To your surprise, however, Olga’s hand doesn’t reach for you. Instead, you watch one meaty fist slide past beneath your perch in Ran’s palm. Turning around you step to the other side of Ran’s hand for a better view. While Ran stares, dumbfounded, Olga loops her fingers around the elastic of Ran’s pajama bottoms and panties and pulls the front away from Ran’s body.
You shrug. This isn’t quite the girl/girl action you were looking for, but beggars can’t be choosers, you guess. Ran’s hand gives a sudden shake, almost sending you to your knees again. Looking around you notice Olga’s other hand clamped securely around Ran’s wrist. What the hell is Olga doing?
As if to answer your question, you watch Olga’s grip tighten as she physically tilts Ran’s palm. Shit! You were right the first time! She’s about to dump you right into Ran’s panties. Quickly you hurl yourself down across Ran’s fingers in an attempt to hold on. Think damn it! Just give an order and get the hell out of this situation! It’s no good though, your mind is still filled with potential, hot lesbo action! Of all the times to experience a brain fart!
“Olga” you begin as you feel your fingers slipping, “I order you to… to…”
You watch in satisfaction as Olga continues to whirl Tulip through the air like a toddler with a toy airplane. The look of sea-sickness on Tulip’s face is certainly a face you’ve made more than once under Tulip’s influence; which is only making it sweeter and sweeter that it’s not on your face this time.
“So what should I do with her, Ran?” you ask you new Korean ‘friend’. You keep your eyes fixed on Tulip but can clearly see Ran staring at you as if trying to read the safest answer right out of your head.
“Uh…” she starts carefully, “how about we… uh…”
“Oh!” Olga squeaks suddenly as she hugs Tulip to her chest. “Can I keep her?!” she asks as if she were convincing her parent’s to let her keep a lost puppy.
“Keep her?” you echo as you look from Olga to your Sister who is barely visible within Olga’s clutched hands. Tulip remains mostly oblivious as her head lolls from side to side; still dizzy from being spun through the air. You can’t keep the smirk from creeping across your face as you consider this. No, Tulip definitely belongs to you, now and forever; but that doesn’t mean that you can’t let Olga play with her a bit. You cast a quick glance at Ran, disappointed that Olga has proven a more entertaining slave—servant than she has.
“Yeah,” Olga continues as you consider, “I’ll take good care of her and feed her and wash her and all sorts of stuff. Pretty please?” Your head almost begins to swim at the change in loyalties that each of Tulip’s friends has demonstrated so far. You can only assume that Tulip’s behavior towards you is somewhat consistent with her behavior toward others.
“Well,” you begin diplomatically, “I’m not really looking for someone to take ‘good’ care of her…”
“Oh. Then,” Olga continues almost immediately, “I’ll take really bad care of her. Make her live in my toilet. Stuff her in my boots. Squash her under my big sexy booty. I’ll even eat her. Can I? Can I?” Wow, Tulip sure knows how to pick her friends. For just an instant the thought of being trapped in Olga’s toilet as her huge, pail ass eclipses all light, flashes behind your eyes. You’re silent as you fight back the urge to vomit. No, you won’t do that to even Tulip. … So long as she learns to obey you; like a good bug.
“Well,” you begin as you take a deep breath, “that’s not really what I’m looking for either. I was aiming more for something… in between those options I guess.”
“Oh. Then,” Olga again continues with only a slight pause as she considered this, “I’ll take sorta not great care of her and not really awful care. Okay?” She flashes you a big toothy smile in an attempt to prove how earnest she is. Your own smile falters for just a moment as you reflect that those same teeth were the ones that had bitten off your arm when Olga had decided to eat you a short time ago. The quick memory almost prompts you to deny her just for spite; but you resist. Your spite is targeted at one person right now. Your ‘beloved’ sister Tulip.
“I can’t let you KEEP her, but you can play with her a bit if you want,” you offer finally.
“Yea!” Olga cries as she raises your Sister to her face. “Hear that Tulip?” she continues, “you’re mine now. Wheeeeeeeeee!” And with that she launches the tiny, terrified girl into the air. You laugh at Tulip’s terrified scream and frantically wheeling arms as she stops just shy of the ceiling and then drops back down again. “Wheeeeeeeeee!” Olga cries out again as she catches Tulip in her cupped hands and then immediately launches her upward again.
As your Sister makes her third trip into the air Olga suddenly gives you a quick glance. Her expression is strange, as if she’s considering whether or not to proceed with an idea or not. Before you can react though, Olga has focused her eyes back on the descending Tulip. You feel a brief surge of panic as you watch Olga’s waiting hands suddenly drop from their waiting position. Shit! She’s intentionally dropping Tulip. Now you’re not exactly worried about Tulip being beaten around a bit; but you don’t want her dead. Right? Well… you don’t want her dead just because this fucking cow thought it would be funny. You open your mouth, ready to yell out a command even as you realize that you won’t be fast enough to stop her.
You’ve gotten as far as “Olga don’t—“ before you realize Olga’s true intentions. With a quick thrust of her hips, Olga positions her pants, held open by her hands, under the plummeting Tulip. An instant later, Tulip disappears as she drops beneath the waistband. You can see a small lump briefly push against the crotch of Olga’s pajama bottoms as Tulip lands before Olga releases the band and her pants snap shut.
“Now I can do all the things I was gonna do with your brother, Tulip, only with you instead!” she announces down at her crotch in a tone as if she expects Tulip to be just as excited as she is. She gives her hips an exaggerated rock as if she were spinning a large, slow-motion hula-hoop. Your eyes scan Olga’s pants, looking for some clue as to where Tulip actually landed. You wouldn’t change positions with her right now for all the money in the world. “Hey,” Olga continues as she turns her attention back to you, “can I have big knockers just like Tulip?”
Again, your eyebrows arch upward in surprise. You give Ran a quick look as you consider your answer, pleased that she looks just as surprised as you feel. You’d love nothing more than to give Olga a great pear of tits. Hell, you’d be perfectly happy having her drop a few pounds. And get a shower. Brush her teeth. The list goes on… But the point is, you aren’t sure you CAN. You can obviously change Tulip, but she’s related by blood. Olga isn’t; thank God! If you give the order and it doesn’t work, then you and Ran will both know the limit of your powers. If it does… heh heh heh… Then things will just get better and better. You’ll just have to avoid it till you have a chance to test it.
“I sure will,” you say finally with a smile, “…later.”
“Oh,” Olga says with a pout, “then can you make me be skinn—“ Olga stops talking for a moment as her brow creases in concentration. The look is so familiar that you start to consider if this isn’t her coming out from under your power. “EEEEeeeeeee!” Olga cries suddenly, causing you to jump and then fall to your hands and knees in Ran’s hand as she jumps too. Immediately Olga’s hands dive down to cup her crotch, one hand over the other. “Oh my God” Olga gasps as she clenches her eyes shut. What the hell is Tulip doing? You’ve never been able to cause any normal sized person as much pain as Olga seems to be in right now!
“Oh my God,” Olga croaks again, “that feels sooooo GREAT!” She smiles distantly at you and Ran; her thoughts dominated by the struggling girl in her panties. “I can feel her boobies on my hoohoo,” she breathes as an obvious blush covers her face.
“Eww” cries Ran as you jump again. Ran has been silent for so long that you’d almost forgotten that she COULD talk. “You put Tulip in your underwear?” she demands of Olga with a look of disgust written across her face. “That’s really gross Olga. How would you like it if Tulip stuck you in her under—“ Ran’s sentence is cut off by Olga.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Olga gasps as her hips give an involuntary jerk. You can’t imagine the hell that Tulip is in right now. Oh wait. Yes you can. You still wake up with nightmares from the time Tulip had fastened you to one of Tracy’s vibrators. Who the hell doesn’t examine their toy before they use it?! And the less said about the week where Tulip had ‘loaned’ you to Ms. Jessica at your school, the better. So when you watch Olga begin to slowly rub her hands back and forth against her crotch, you know exactly what Tulip’s going though.
You can hear Ran take a deep breath behind you, clearly intending to berate Olga some more. “What’s it feel like?” she asks instead.
Thaaaaat’s more like it. While you would totally agree with Ran if just about anybody else were the one in Olga’s pants; the fact is, it isn’t someone else. It’s Tulip. Awful, despicable, deadly Tulip. Now if Ran could just get into the spirit of tormenting your Sister the same way that Olga has then you’ll all have more fun. Except Tulip. Tulip will NOT have fun. Even, if you have to order her not to.
“Mmmmmmmm,” Olga practically purrs as she squeezes her eyes shut again. Her hands remain pressed firmly against her pajama crotch the entire time. “It feels amazing,” she continues as she finally opens her eyes again. “It feels like… like…”
You watch Olga’s eyes travel back and forth between yours and Ran’s faces as she searches for an answer. And then you see it again. That same look of her deciding whether to follow through with an idea or not. Except this time her focus is entirely on you.
“Olga,” you yell in as commanding a tone a possible. You aren’t sure what she’s thinking about but your days of being pushed around by giantesses are over.
“Like this,” Olga breathes as she steps closer to Ran, oblivious to your warning. But you’re ready. The moment Olga makes the mistake of reaching for you; you’ll be ready to dispense punishment. To your surprise, however, Olga’s hand doesn’t reach for you. Instead, you watch one meaty fist slide past beneath your perch in Ran’s palm. Turning around you step to the other side of Ran’s hand for a better view. While Ran stares, dumbfounded, Olga loops her fingers around the elastic of Ran’s pajama bottoms and panties and pulls the front away from Ran’s body.
You shrug. This isn’t quite the girl/girl action you were looking for, but beggars can’t be choosers, you guess. Ran’s hand gives a sudden shake, almost sending you to your knees again. Looking around you notice Olga’s other hand clamped securely around Ran’s wrist. What the hell is Olga doing?
As if to answer your question, you watch Olga’s grip tighten as she physically tilts Ran’s palm. Shit! You were right the first time! She’s about to dump you right into Ran’s panties. Quickly you hurl yourself down across Ran’s fingers in an attempt to hold on. Think damn it! Just give an order and get the hell out of this situation! It’s no good though, your mind is still filled with potential, hot lesbo action! Of all the times to experience a brain fart!
“Olga” you begin as you feel your fingers slipping, “I order you to… to…”
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