You get new clothes and have fun with Emma
As you think things through, you conclude that most things were already solved. So you decide to reply by saying:
"Thank you, Miss Francesca, I thank you the offers, but right now I don't see the point of them. Still, there is one matter I want to have solved: new clothes. To have a clean pair or two would be good enough for now, and I can trust you to prepare me new ones if the need arises."
"Indeed, young one. That sounds like a good idea. Then come, I need to take your measures, and also to have you choose which color or colors you want for your new clothes. I'm a "professional in that sense", hehe." the woman replies, giggling a bit. She loved to be able to apply her experience so soon, and what's best; she would aid the tiny care of her beloved daughter. A part of her was a little jealous that her offspring got to be chosen as caretaker, and at a first chance no less! However, more than envy it was pride that drove her, for she was proud of what her daughter had achieved in so little time; and on the way, her daughter and her tiny care interacted, perhaps something deeper would...
But those were but potential thoughts right now: as her mother, her job was simple, to aid the young one to have a good and prosperous life in their common household.
You nodded at your caretaker's mother, and as the older female went, her progeny followed her suit, with you comfortable sitting on her hands. Not only was she carrying you because it was her job, but she also wanted to learn her mother's art: after all, if she managed to practice it, it would be another thing she could take care of herself, rather than rely on her mother. It was only correct that tiny cares rely only on their designated caretaker; at least, that was what Emma considered would be the ideal situation.
The trio enter a small room, which was full of many boxes and drawers, with a small table where the sewing machine was located in. Francesca sits on one of the pair of chairs, the only ones in the whole room. Once she did, Emma followed suit, sitting beside her mother, and leaving you on the table. Once you were there, the expert of the house grab a measuring tape and brought it close. What followed was something you could perhaps find demeaning, if not for the obvious need for it: the giantess took measures of your whole body, as if you were a tiny doll.
Once she had taken all the necessary measures and noted them in a small notebook, the woman stood up from her chair and went to open a particular drawer, which stands out from the rest by both its color and name (all drawers and boxes were both colored and named with plastic sighs, allowing for an extremely efficient and fast search of whatever was needed. An excellent and very clever system). From there, she grabbed some things, which she revealed to be plastic cards with images on them. She explained that these were her "show" stands, allowing you to gain an idea of what kind of clothes and how they could look. She makes you choose between a couple of them, and following this, she asks you to choose what kind and color of material you wanted your new pair of clothes to be formed.
Afterward, she went straight to the machine, where she used it to expertly make clothes that would fit you perfectly. Both you and Emma watch as the woman work, curious and intrigued as to the exact workings and measures needed to properly make such well-crafted commodities.
And well-crafted they were, for not only did they look awesome and eye-catching, but more importantly, were a perfect fit and nice to wear. You thank the woman and then departed back to Emma's room, where you arranged a spot where you would keep this and more clothes ready. In essence, you had started to fill your wardrobe. At first, it was just a designated spot on Emma's desk, all cleaned up, but it would get the job done, at least for now. A more fitting and safe alternative was necessary, but that would be an issue to solve another day.
You and Emma then spend the rest of the afternoon watching movies on her PC, where she had her Netflix ready. To make things simpler, you choose to watch American shows, but you promised your caretaker that you would try to watch more local shows in the next few days.
Eventually, dusk and night set in, so you went to have Dinner with the family. Once again, Francesca showed her cooking skills, and you couldn't but enjoy the taste of the meals.
After this, you had become tired, so it was obvious that your first proper sleep was at hand. And as Emma sits on her bed, she yawns a little, before looking down at you, and asking:
"So, since you didn't ask Mom to commission a tiny-size bed for you, I'm assuming that you wanted for us to sleep together, right?"
"That's correct...I haven't forgotten how good the experience that we had was, and not to mention...I would never have been able to sleep together with a girl or woman, me being normal sized or otherwise, so it's a chance I'm not going to miss now." you reply, blushing while doing so. The memory of sleeping inside Emma was very fresh, and you loved it. Not to mention how...special the whole experience was.
Your caretaker gently caressed your hair with one of her fingers and said:
"Hehe, as do I. Not to mention, this is the best possible arrangement we could come out with, at least for me...I can sleep completely naked as I like to do."
"That sounds...plausible. I'm assuming that if I had ordered a bed, that act might have told you that I prefer some privacy?" you ask, a bit curious and intrigued as to why sleeping together was something important enough for Emma to bring up.
"Well, as Mom told us, some tinies prefer to sleep separated from their caretakers, with the main reason being to have a bit of privacy, especially early on. So yeah, your assumption is correct: that would have been the message I would have get from you." replied Emma, while leaving you on the bed, and starting to undress for the night.
"I see...well, I'm not that kind of guy, not now. I might have done it before, but I know that I don't need to be shy...around you, Emma. I trust you will keep me safe." You say while looking up at her and her now naked chest area. Those breasts looked as good as when you stare at them for the first time.
Emma giggled when she heard you reply, before gently grabbing you to give you a nice kiss. She then fully undress and grabbed your clothes to carry them to their place. Once this was done, she return to her bed, where she laid down on her stomach, with her boobs pressed against the couch. She then left you facing her face, and then, she asked:
"Well Denis, we are to have our first proper night together. Fancy a particular spot on my body? I've plenty of potential places for you to sleep, but a couple of which stand above the rest as both the most comfortable and safe for you to sleep in."
"Really? Which are these spots of yours?" You asked.
Emma smirked while blushing, which told you that wherever they were, those were the lewd kind. She didn't disappoint, as she said:
"You know most of them already: my boobs, pussy, and ass. Technically speaking, my boobs count as two potential spots: either in between them, or...inside one of my nipples. The choice of course is always yours."
You nodded, thankful as always for your caretaker to always leave so many choices in your hands, instead of deciding them for you. It comes to show that she sees you as the individual human that you're. Now, where do you want to sleep on Emma's body? On one of the previously mentioned alternatives, or something else?
"Thank you, Miss Francesca, I thank you the offers, but right now I don't see the point of them. Still, there is one matter I want to have solved: new clothes. To have a clean pair or two would be good enough for now, and I can trust you to prepare me new ones if the need arises."
"Indeed, young one. That sounds like a good idea. Then come, I need to take your measures, and also to have you choose which color or colors you want for your new clothes. I'm a "professional in that sense", hehe." the woman replies, giggling a bit. She loved to be able to apply her experience so soon, and what's best; she would aid the tiny care of her beloved daughter. A part of her was a little jealous that her offspring got to be chosen as caretaker, and at a first chance no less! However, more than envy it was pride that drove her, for she was proud of what her daughter had achieved in so little time; and on the way, her daughter and her tiny care interacted, perhaps something deeper would...
But those were but potential thoughts right now: as her mother, her job was simple, to aid the young one to have a good and prosperous life in their common household.
You nodded at your caretaker's mother, and as the older female went, her progeny followed her suit, with you comfortable sitting on her hands. Not only was she carrying you because it was her job, but she also wanted to learn her mother's art: after all, if she managed to practice it, it would be another thing she could take care of herself, rather than rely on her mother. It was only correct that tiny cares rely only on their designated caretaker; at least, that was what Emma considered would be the ideal situation.
The trio enter a small room, which was full of many boxes and drawers, with a small table where the sewing machine was located in. Francesca sits on one of the pair of chairs, the only ones in the whole room. Once she did, Emma followed suit, sitting beside her mother, and leaving you on the table. Once you were there, the expert of the house grab a measuring tape and brought it close. What followed was something you could perhaps find demeaning, if not for the obvious need for it: the giantess took measures of your whole body, as if you were a tiny doll.
Once she had taken all the necessary measures and noted them in a small notebook, the woman stood up from her chair and went to open a particular drawer, which stands out from the rest by both its color and name (all drawers and boxes were both colored and named with plastic sighs, allowing for an extremely efficient and fast search of whatever was needed. An excellent and very clever system). From there, she grabbed some things, which she revealed to be plastic cards with images on them. She explained that these were her "show" stands, allowing you to gain an idea of what kind of clothes and how they could look. She makes you choose between a couple of them, and following this, she asks you to choose what kind and color of material you wanted your new pair of clothes to be formed.
Afterward, she went straight to the machine, where she used it to expertly make clothes that would fit you perfectly. Both you and Emma watch as the woman work, curious and intrigued as to the exact workings and measures needed to properly make such well-crafted commodities.
And well-crafted they were, for not only did they look awesome and eye-catching, but more importantly, were a perfect fit and nice to wear. You thank the woman and then departed back to Emma's room, where you arranged a spot where you would keep this and more clothes ready. In essence, you had started to fill your wardrobe. At first, it was just a designated spot on Emma's desk, all cleaned up, but it would get the job done, at least for now. A more fitting and safe alternative was necessary, but that would be an issue to solve another day.
You and Emma then spend the rest of the afternoon watching movies on her PC, where she had her Netflix ready. To make things simpler, you choose to watch American shows, but you promised your caretaker that you would try to watch more local shows in the next few days.
Eventually, dusk and night set in, so you went to have Dinner with the family. Once again, Francesca showed her cooking skills, and you couldn't but enjoy the taste of the meals.
After this, you had become tired, so it was obvious that your first proper sleep was at hand. And as Emma sits on her bed, she yawns a little, before looking down at you, and asking:
"So, since you didn't ask Mom to commission a tiny-size bed for you, I'm assuming that you wanted for us to sleep together, right?"
"That's correct...I haven't forgotten how good the experience that we had was, and not to mention...I would never have been able to sleep together with a girl or woman, me being normal sized or otherwise, so it's a chance I'm not going to miss now." you reply, blushing while doing so. The memory of sleeping inside Emma was very fresh, and you loved it. Not to mention how...special the whole experience was.
Your caretaker gently caressed your hair with one of her fingers and said:
"Hehe, as do I. Not to mention, this is the best possible arrangement we could come out with, at least for me...I can sleep completely naked as I like to do."
"That sounds...plausible. I'm assuming that if I had ordered a bed, that act might have told you that I prefer some privacy?" you ask, a bit curious and intrigued as to why sleeping together was something important enough for Emma to bring up.
"Well, as Mom told us, some tinies prefer to sleep separated from their caretakers, with the main reason being to have a bit of privacy, especially early on. So yeah, your assumption is correct: that would have been the message I would have get from you." replied Emma, while leaving you on the bed, and starting to undress for the night.
"I see...well, I'm not that kind of guy, not now. I might have done it before, but I know that I don't need to be shy...around you, Emma. I trust you will keep me safe." You say while looking up at her and her now naked chest area. Those breasts looked as good as when you stare at them for the first time.
Emma giggled when she heard you reply, before gently grabbing you to give you a nice kiss. She then fully undress and grabbed your clothes to carry them to their place. Once this was done, she return to her bed, where she laid down on her stomach, with her boobs pressed against the couch. She then left you facing her face, and then, she asked:
"Well Denis, we are to have our first proper night together. Fancy a particular spot on my body? I've plenty of potential places for you to sleep, but a couple of which stand above the rest as both the most comfortable and safe for you to sleep in."
"Really? Which are these spots of yours?" You asked.
Emma smirked while blushing, which told you that wherever they were, those were the lewd kind. She didn't disappoint, as she said:
"You know most of them already: my boobs, pussy, and ass. Technically speaking, my boobs count as two potential spots: either in between them, or...inside one of my nipples. The choice of course is always yours."
You nodded, thankful as always for your caretaker to always leave so many choices in your hands, instead of deciding them for you. It comes to show that she sees you as the individual human that you're. Now, where do you want to sleep on Emma's body? On one of the previously mentioned alternatives, or something else?
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