New knowledge regarding your situation is revealed
You spent not even a second before you look up to Emma, and replying with your choice:
"Emma, I would love to sleep again inside your pussy. It was awesome! Please?"
"Hehe, no need to beg me that, Denis. Come on then, time for you to come inside your chosen place." replied your gigantic caretaker, while starting to get one of her hands close for her to grab and bring you back in.
As it gets closer by the second, you're at first excited; yes, you're coming back again inside, so nice! But for some reason, this emotion is quickly replaced with strangeness, as you realize how weirdly and utterly overexcited you are to return there. Perhaps, more than should be normal. Sure, it was nice and lovely, but it wasn't perfect: it was smelly and wet, a bit hot, tight, and full of loud noises. You very quickly grew to adapt to those issues, but for the short time that you felt them fully, they were unpleasant, to say the least. And, is just as likely that those issues will perhaps grow to become annoying as much as they might diminish. But above all, one sentence started to flood your mind: "snap out! It was good but not so good as to justify such extraordinary excitement!"
Extraordinary excitement...yes, that's the way to describe what you were feeling at first: a level of excitement that you had never experienced before...and something was telling you that it wasn't because it was the best experience ever, but rather something...more irrational and obsessive: for a brief second, thinking about being inside her pussy was just all that you could think about, even the only thing that you were considering. Combined with how absurdly fast you choose it as your resting spot, not even giving a second to think about the other alternatives... it was extremely worrying.
It was this worry that pushed you to, once Emma's fingertips were closing in, halt them with your tiny hands while saying:
"Wait, stop! I...I..."
Immediately, Emma's hand retired slightly, while looking down at you, surprised by the action. But when she noticed your worried face, she became worried herself and said:
"Dennis? Are you...fine? Did something that I...say or did... wrong you?"
"N-no...you've done nothing wrong, Emma! It's...me...who has a problem..." you quickly reply with an energetic tone: you didn't want her to get the impression that she had done something wrong.
"Really? Then...what is the issue?" she asked, more worried than before.
After a very uncomfortable moment of silence for the both of you, you finally managed to order your thoughts and feelings into a cohesive enough whole as to allow yourself to explain. You signed and said:
"Well...I just found it very weird, and worrisome that...the moment that you asked me to choose where to sleep, I didn't hesitate or even think a little; I just...said that I wanted to get back inside your pussy; heck, I even begged, begged! Why would I do such a desperate act? And the excitement...once I gave it some pause, it felt irrational. Not to mention that for a second...all that I could think about was being inside you, nothing else. I'm worried; Have I somehow...become a bit too attached to your sex for it to be...healthy? Please Emma...is this sort of behavior...normal for guys like me?"
You then focused your sights on the pretty face of your caretaker, feeling the need and the desire for her to aid you.
A second passed, where Emma looked at you worried, then intrigued, before Emma then gently smiled calmly. She replied:
"Oh, I think I know what's happening here, my tiny care: you have gained an pussy fetish. Don't worry, is quite common, to the point of being nearly unavoidable."
"Pussy what? What are you talking about?" You asked her, finding both her reaction and words to be shockingly calm...
Emma giggled a little and replied:
"Right, this is just common knowledge for us locals; is hard to remember that despite our interactions, we have just started today. Never mind, allow me to explain: as you know, shrunken guys are taken care of by local normal-size women or girls, in return for allowing such caretakers to use their tiny cares to fill their urges, the lust effect, and all the related stuff. Also, shrunken guys, or as they are more commonly known, tinies, have plenty of perks. All of their senses improved in efficacy and potency, allowing them to react to things similarly as if they were normal people. However, regarding the sense of smell, when in contact with particular spots of a female's body... tinies' brains tend to develop certain reactions to it. These are what are called "Pheromonal Exposure Developed Fetishes" or "PEDF" for short."
Ok, that was a mouthful, no wonder the need for the acronym. You nodded, still curious as to where this new information was going. Emma noticed that she had gained your full attention, and after a short second, she continued explaining:
"Well, you must be wondering: what exactly are these PEDF things? Don't worry, is simpler than you think: as tiny guys constantly interact with the naked bodies of their caretakers, the natural colors and smell that they release to get noticed. When combined with a normally extremely horny and sexual environment, with a tiny guy who is also likely to only be thinking about sexual release and pleasure, there tend to very quickly, grow attached to certain areas of their cares body. They very quickly prefer to remain in these areas as much as possible, not just during sex, but around the entire day. And as these fetishes develop, the stronger the appeal and desire to remain in such places become; in the most extreme cases, where these fetishes have been allowed to reach their strongest level, the tiny become absolutely nuts: he wouldn't want to leave them chose a place like ever, not even to eat, drink or even breath...as you can imagine, this can be extremely unhealthy and even lethal for the poor fellow."
You gulped, and replied:
"Yeah, no kidding...so, this is some sort of sickness? If so is it..."
"I'm going to stop right there, Denis. No, is no sickness; behavior alteration, sure, but a sickness it's not. Besides, it has quite the easy fix; tinies are not oblivious to this effect, so they can resist it, allowing them and their cares to coordinate the exposure. The best and only way to deal with it, is for the tiny guy to be exposed to other areas, and in essence, rotated the tiny exposure to each; if done well and regularly enough, the tiny guys eventually become truly immune to the PEDFs, for their bodies and especially their brains would finally come to handle the pheromones properly. But that is not truly necessary; only the most extreme cases are a must to be cured, with the other lesser degrees of PEDF being rather normal and not dangerous, with the only main thing being the increased and heated allure to get to that particular chosen spot." she abruptly interrupt you, before concluding her exposition. No matter what, she didn’t want for you to get such a negative impression on something that, for the most part, was harmless.
"I see...well, that calms my mind quite a lot. In simple words, I have merely become very allured to your pussy but nothing else; if I so wish, I would need for you to put me somewhere else for this fetish to subside?" you say, more calm now than before.
"You're correct! As for the peculiar spots, only four can produce such an effect: pussy, breasts, ass, and mouth, nowhere else. That also means that, if you want a particular PEFT effect to subside, those are the only places for it to be treated; in essence, replacing one PEDF with another, but as I said, constant and regular exposure to all these spots, and tinies become truly immune to them all." Emma replied, happy for her being able to help you.
Silence ensues for a few seconds, as you properly process this new information. Once you're done, you say:
"Well, now that I know that what was happening is something normal, now I can say with true certainty: Emma, of all the choices you gave me, I would prefer to sleep inside your pussy, at least this time."
"Now that’s a reply more fitting for you, my tiny care. Come here." Emma replied, with her hand once again coming to grab you.
And this time, you allow her to do it. Once in her gentle grasp, she turns around, resting now on her back. And while you travel through the air, she asks you:
"Now, I want to ask you this: in what manner would you prefer to enter my vagina, by crawling yourself in, or by me shoving you inside? I'm curious as to your preference."
Now that's a good question: what's your reply?
"Emma, I would love to sleep again inside your pussy. It was awesome! Please?"
"Hehe, no need to beg me that, Denis. Come on then, time for you to come inside your chosen place." replied your gigantic caretaker, while starting to get one of her hands close for her to grab and bring you back in.
As it gets closer by the second, you're at first excited; yes, you're coming back again inside, so nice! But for some reason, this emotion is quickly replaced with strangeness, as you realize how weirdly and utterly overexcited you are to return there. Perhaps, more than should be normal. Sure, it was nice and lovely, but it wasn't perfect: it was smelly and wet, a bit hot, tight, and full of loud noises. You very quickly grew to adapt to those issues, but for the short time that you felt them fully, they were unpleasant, to say the least. And, is just as likely that those issues will perhaps grow to become annoying as much as they might diminish. But above all, one sentence started to flood your mind: "snap out! It was good but not so good as to justify such extraordinary excitement!"
Extraordinary excitement...yes, that's the way to describe what you were feeling at first: a level of excitement that you had never experienced before...and something was telling you that it wasn't because it was the best experience ever, but rather something...more irrational and obsessive: for a brief second, thinking about being inside her pussy was just all that you could think about, even the only thing that you were considering. Combined with how absurdly fast you choose it as your resting spot, not even giving a second to think about the other alternatives... it was extremely worrying.
It was this worry that pushed you to, once Emma's fingertips were closing in, halt them with your tiny hands while saying:
"Wait, stop! I...I..."
Immediately, Emma's hand retired slightly, while looking down at you, surprised by the action. But when she noticed your worried face, she became worried herself and said:
"Dennis? Are you...fine? Did something that I...say or did... wrong you?"
"N-no...you've done nothing wrong, Emma! It's...me...who has a problem..." you quickly reply with an energetic tone: you didn't want her to get the impression that she had done something wrong.
"Really? Then...what is the issue?" she asked, more worried than before.
After a very uncomfortable moment of silence for the both of you, you finally managed to order your thoughts and feelings into a cohesive enough whole as to allow yourself to explain. You signed and said:
"Well...I just found it very weird, and worrisome that...the moment that you asked me to choose where to sleep, I didn't hesitate or even think a little; I just...said that I wanted to get back inside your pussy; heck, I even begged, begged! Why would I do such a desperate act? And the excitement...once I gave it some pause, it felt irrational. Not to mention that for a second...all that I could think about was being inside you, nothing else. I'm worried; Have I somehow...become a bit too attached to your sex for it to be...healthy? Please Emma...is this sort of behavior...normal for guys like me?"
You then focused your sights on the pretty face of your caretaker, feeling the need and the desire for her to aid you.
A second passed, where Emma looked at you worried, then intrigued, before Emma then gently smiled calmly. She replied:
"Oh, I think I know what's happening here, my tiny care: you have gained an pussy fetish. Don't worry, is quite common, to the point of being nearly unavoidable."
"Pussy what? What are you talking about?" You asked her, finding both her reaction and words to be shockingly calm...
Emma giggled a little and replied:
"Right, this is just common knowledge for us locals; is hard to remember that despite our interactions, we have just started today. Never mind, allow me to explain: as you know, shrunken guys are taken care of by local normal-size women or girls, in return for allowing such caretakers to use their tiny cares to fill their urges, the lust effect, and all the related stuff. Also, shrunken guys, or as they are more commonly known, tinies, have plenty of perks. All of their senses improved in efficacy and potency, allowing them to react to things similarly as if they were normal people. However, regarding the sense of smell, when in contact with particular spots of a female's body... tinies' brains tend to develop certain reactions to it. These are what are called "Pheromonal Exposure Developed Fetishes" or "PEDF" for short."
Ok, that was a mouthful, no wonder the need for the acronym. You nodded, still curious as to where this new information was going. Emma noticed that she had gained your full attention, and after a short second, she continued explaining:
"Well, you must be wondering: what exactly are these PEDF things? Don't worry, is simpler than you think: as tiny guys constantly interact with the naked bodies of their caretakers, the natural colors and smell that they release to get noticed. When combined with a normally extremely horny and sexual environment, with a tiny guy who is also likely to only be thinking about sexual release and pleasure, there tend to very quickly, grow attached to certain areas of their cares body. They very quickly prefer to remain in these areas as much as possible, not just during sex, but around the entire day. And as these fetishes develop, the stronger the appeal and desire to remain in such places become; in the most extreme cases, where these fetishes have been allowed to reach their strongest level, the tiny become absolutely nuts: he wouldn't want to leave them chose a place like ever, not even to eat, drink or even breath...as you can imagine, this can be extremely unhealthy and even lethal for the poor fellow."
You gulped, and replied:
"Yeah, no kidding...so, this is some sort of sickness? If so is it..."
"I'm going to stop right there, Denis. No, is no sickness; behavior alteration, sure, but a sickness it's not. Besides, it has quite the easy fix; tinies are not oblivious to this effect, so they can resist it, allowing them and their cares to coordinate the exposure. The best and only way to deal with it, is for the tiny guy to be exposed to other areas, and in essence, rotated the tiny exposure to each; if done well and regularly enough, the tiny guys eventually become truly immune to the PEDFs, for their bodies and especially their brains would finally come to handle the pheromones properly. But that is not truly necessary; only the most extreme cases are a must to be cured, with the other lesser degrees of PEDF being rather normal and not dangerous, with the only main thing being the increased and heated allure to get to that particular chosen spot." she abruptly interrupt you, before concluding her exposition. No matter what, she didn’t want for you to get such a negative impression on something that, for the most part, was harmless.
"I see...well, that calms my mind quite a lot. In simple words, I have merely become very allured to your pussy but nothing else; if I so wish, I would need for you to put me somewhere else for this fetish to subside?" you say, more calm now than before.
"You're correct! As for the peculiar spots, only four can produce such an effect: pussy, breasts, ass, and mouth, nowhere else. That also means that, if you want a particular PEFT effect to subside, those are the only places for it to be treated; in essence, replacing one PEDF with another, but as I said, constant and regular exposure to all these spots, and tinies become truly immune to them all." Emma replied, happy for her being able to help you.
Silence ensues for a few seconds, as you properly process this new information. Once you're done, you say:
"Well, now that I know that what was happening is something normal, now I can say with true certainty: Emma, of all the choices you gave me, I would prefer to sleep inside your pussy, at least this time."
"Now that’s a reply more fitting for you, my tiny care. Come here." Emma replied, with her hand once again coming to grab you.
And this time, you allow her to do it. Once in her gentle grasp, she turns around, resting now on her back. And while you travel through the air, she asks you:
"Now, I want to ask you this: in what manner would you prefer to enter my vagina, by crawling yourself in, or by me shoving you inside? I'm curious as to your preference."
Now that's a good question: what's your reply?
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