On second thought...
My name is Jill Tiny
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
rainman1131
Jill decided that, even though she really wanted to get out of this place, maybe this wasn't the best time. After all, she was surrounded by six giants. What chance was there for escape?
"Hey, Peter!" Jill called up, only loud enough for Peter to hear.
The young boy looked down into his lap, immediately spotting Jill between his legs.
"What are you doing down there, little girl?" He reached down and closed the fingers of his right hand around Jill's tiny waist. Jill squirmed a little as he brought her up to his face.
"I fell down there by accident. Could you put me down, please?"
"Hey, Chloe. This little girl of yours was down on my chair. You need to watch your pets better!" Peter set Jill down on her feet in front of his plate.
Jill stamped her little foot on the table. "Ohhhh! I keep telling you people! I'm a person, not a pet!"
Chloe's mother clucked her tongue. "Chloe you have to teach your pets to behave better at the table."
"I know, Mom. She's just new. She'll learn."
"I should hope so," replied Chloe's mother.
Jill shook her head in disgust. Then she looked over to where Marcy still held little Emily in her hand. The giant ten-year-old had put down her glass of milk, and was gently stroking Emily's tiny legs. Emily appeared unperturbed by the young girl's attentions; she even seemed to be enjoying the treatment.
"You're so cute, Emily," Marcy cooed. "I think you're the best doll of the bunch!"
Emily smiled up at the cute giant face. "Thanks, Marcy. I think you're very pretty, too. Could you put me down for a minute?"
Marcy shook her head. "No way!"
Jill stepped over to where Marcy sat. "Marcy, would you please put her down? Emily needs to eat."
"Well, okay," Marcy reluctantly agreed, setting Emily gently down on the table. Emily mouthed a 'thank you' at Jill and walked over to a plate of fruit, and sat cross-legged in front of it. Jill watched her pick up a strawberry in both hands and begin taking hungry bites out of it.
Jill moved to join her, but was stopped by a huge palm that was placed in her path. She turned to see Marcy smiling down at her. "You're the new little girl. What's your name?"
"I'm Jill. Um...nice to meet you Marcy."
The huge girl smiled. "You're so beautiful! I want to see what you feel like!"
"What?" Jill said, hoping she hadn't heard right.
Marcy closed her huge, pudgy fingers around Jill, lifting the small girl up to her face. She held Jill up to her cheek, nuzzling her against her skin. Ignoring Jill's squeaks of protest she continued to roll her around her face, across her cheeks, along her nose, and ending with a gentle kiss on her huge lips. Marcy's tongue poked between her lips, and gently licked the tiny girl's face.
"Yuck!" cried Jill. "Stop it!"
"Mmmmm," murmured Marcy. "You taste so good, Jill!"
Jill turned away in disgust, and as she did, she looked around the table. She couldn't believe what she saw.
Each member of Chole's family, while they ate, would periodically pick up a little teen and play with them.
Here was Chloe's big brother, Tom, picking up a little girl in a Barbie cowgirl outfit, casually fondling her breasts while he ate a piece of toast. She lay quietly in his hand, seemingly unconcerned.
There was twin brother, Peter, holding a girl upside down, dangling her by one leg over his plate; he was making her try to get her breakfast by trying to grab eggs and bacon as he lowered her to the plate. He made a little game of it, lowerering her tantalizingly close then pulling her back up just before she reached the food. The little girl just laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world.
Chloe had set a boy and a girl on the edge of her plate, and took turns feeding each of them from the plate with her fingers. They both looked up at their mistress adoringly.
Chloe's dad had his newspaper spread on the table in front of him. Two girls knelt by the paper, one at the top, one at the bottom, waiting for him to finish each page. When he did, he would nod, and the little girls would grab an edge of the paper and carry the page over and set it down so he could read the next one. Chloe's dad would give them a pat on the head or feed them a scrap of food for a reward.
Chloe's mom had stripped the clothes from one little girl, and was dipping her into her bowl of oatmeal. She then raised the girl to her lips, and proceeded to lick the cereal off her slim legs. Apparently it tickled, because the girl was giggling uncontrollably..
Jill rolled her eyes. What the Hell was wrong with these people? Jill wondered.
"Tasty, tasty, little Jill!" Marcy gushed. "Well, I'll let you get something to eat now, cutie!"
Mercifully, Jill was placed down next to the plate where Emily sat.
"Hey, Jill. Try a strawberry. Mmmmm. Really good!" said Emily around a wet, red mouthful.
Jill laughed, and sat down next to the plate, reaching out to take her own strawberry.
After several minutes, once Jill had eaten almost a third of the strawberry, Chloe clapped her hands several times.
"Okay, little ones. Here's your juice to wash down your meals. Come and get it!"
Jill watched as each of the small teens moved from various points across the table, over to where Chloe sat. The big people reluctantly put down the ones they had been playing with, giving them a playful nudge or a pinch to send them on their way.
Jill saw that Chloe had poured out some orange juice into tiny doll-sized glasses. These she had arranged in a line in front of her, and she smiled as she watched each of her little people walk by and pick up their own little glass. The teens smiled dreamily up at their mistress.
And suddenly Jill knew.
She couldn't stop a startled gasp from escaping her. Emily looked around, curious.
"What's wrong, Jill?"
"What?" Jill composed herself. "Oh nothing. That strawberry was sure good."
"Told ya. Let's get our drink." Emily rose, grabbing Jill's hand.
"Oh, I'm not really thirsty."
Emily tugged Jill gently toward Chloe. "The juice is good for you, Jill. Chloe will insist."
I bet she will, thought Jill.
Jill let Emily lead her over to where the other teens were lining up for the juice. Emily wondered if any of these kids had figured out the secret of the juice. Would any of them actually drink it if they knew? Some of them, Jill realized with a shudder, maybe most of them, probably did know. Why not? Wouldn't it be better, easier, to just drink the drugged juice? Easier to be happy and content that way. Easier to let Chloe play with you and take care of you forever.
As the line moved forward, Jill wondered what she should do.
Should she...
"Hey, Peter!" Jill called up, only loud enough for Peter to hear.
The young boy looked down into his lap, immediately spotting Jill between his legs.
"What are you doing down there, little girl?" He reached down and closed the fingers of his right hand around Jill's tiny waist. Jill squirmed a little as he brought her up to his face.
"I fell down there by accident. Could you put me down, please?"
"Hey, Chloe. This little girl of yours was down on my chair. You need to watch your pets better!" Peter set Jill down on her feet in front of his plate.
Jill stamped her little foot on the table. "Ohhhh! I keep telling you people! I'm a person, not a pet!"
Chloe's mother clucked her tongue. "Chloe you have to teach your pets to behave better at the table."
"I know, Mom. She's just new. She'll learn."
"I should hope so," replied Chloe's mother.
Jill shook her head in disgust. Then she looked over to where Marcy still held little Emily in her hand. The giant ten-year-old had put down her glass of milk, and was gently stroking Emily's tiny legs. Emily appeared unperturbed by the young girl's attentions; she even seemed to be enjoying the treatment.
"You're so cute, Emily," Marcy cooed. "I think you're the best doll of the bunch!"
Emily smiled up at the cute giant face. "Thanks, Marcy. I think you're very pretty, too. Could you put me down for a minute?"
Marcy shook her head. "No way!"
Jill stepped over to where Marcy sat. "Marcy, would you please put her down? Emily needs to eat."
"Well, okay," Marcy reluctantly agreed, setting Emily gently down on the table. Emily mouthed a 'thank you' at Jill and walked over to a plate of fruit, and sat cross-legged in front of it. Jill watched her pick up a strawberry in both hands and begin taking hungry bites out of it.
Jill moved to join her, but was stopped by a huge palm that was placed in her path. She turned to see Marcy smiling down at her. "You're the new little girl. What's your name?"
"I'm Jill. Um...nice to meet you Marcy."
The huge girl smiled. "You're so beautiful! I want to see what you feel like!"
"What?" Jill said, hoping she hadn't heard right.
Marcy closed her huge, pudgy fingers around Jill, lifting the small girl up to her face. She held Jill up to her cheek, nuzzling her against her skin. Ignoring Jill's squeaks of protest she continued to roll her around her face, across her cheeks, along her nose, and ending with a gentle kiss on her huge lips. Marcy's tongue poked between her lips, and gently licked the tiny girl's face.
"Yuck!" cried Jill. "Stop it!"
"Mmmmm," murmured Marcy. "You taste so good, Jill!"
Jill turned away in disgust, and as she did, she looked around the table. She couldn't believe what she saw.
Each member of Chole's family, while they ate, would periodically pick up a little teen and play with them.
Here was Chloe's big brother, Tom, picking up a little girl in a Barbie cowgirl outfit, casually fondling her breasts while he ate a piece of toast. She lay quietly in his hand, seemingly unconcerned.
There was twin brother, Peter, holding a girl upside down, dangling her by one leg over his plate; he was making her try to get her breakfast by trying to grab eggs and bacon as he lowered her to the plate. He made a little game of it, lowerering her tantalizingly close then pulling her back up just before she reached the food. The little girl just laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world.
Chloe had set a boy and a girl on the edge of her plate, and took turns feeding each of them from the plate with her fingers. They both looked up at their mistress adoringly.
Chloe's dad had his newspaper spread on the table in front of him. Two girls knelt by the paper, one at the top, one at the bottom, waiting for him to finish each page. When he did, he would nod, and the little girls would grab an edge of the paper and carry the page over and set it down so he could read the next one. Chloe's dad would give them a pat on the head or feed them a scrap of food for a reward.
Chloe's mom had stripped the clothes from one little girl, and was dipping her into her bowl of oatmeal. She then raised the girl to her lips, and proceeded to lick the cereal off her slim legs. Apparently it tickled, because the girl was giggling uncontrollably..
Jill rolled her eyes. What the Hell was wrong with these people? Jill wondered.
"Tasty, tasty, little Jill!" Marcy gushed. "Well, I'll let you get something to eat now, cutie!"
Mercifully, Jill was placed down next to the plate where Emily sat.
"Hey, Jill. Try a strawberry. Mmmmm. Really good!" said Emily around a wet, red mouthful.
Jill laughed, and sat down next to the plate, reaching out to take her own strawberry.
After several minutes, once Jill had eaten almost a third of the strawberry, Chloe clapped her hands several times.
"Okay, little ones. Here's your juice to wash down your meals. Come and get it!"
Jill watched as each of the small teens moved from various points across the table, over to where Chloe sat. The big people reluctantly put down the ones they had been playing with, giving them a playful nudge or a pinch to send them on their way.
Jill saw that Chloe had poured out some orange juice into tiny doll-sized glasses. These she had arranged in a line in front of her, and she smiled as she watched each of her little people walk by and pick up their own little glass. The teens smiled dreamily up at their mistress.
And suddenly Jill knew.
She couldn't stop a startled gasp from escaping her. Emily looked around, curious.
"What's wrong, Jill?"
"What?" Jill composed herself. "Oh nothing. That strawberry was sure good."
"Told ya. Let's get our drink." Emily rose, grabbing Jill's hand.
"Oh, I'm not really thirsty."
Emily tugged Jill gently toward Chloe. "The juice is good for you, Jill. Chloe will insist."
I bet she will, thought Jill.
Jill let Emily lead her over to where the other teens were lining up for the juice. Emily wondered if any of these kids had figured out the secret of the juice. Would any of them actually drink it if they knew? Some of them, Jill realized with a shudder, maybe most of them, probably did know. Why not? Wouldn't it be better, easier, to just drink the drugged juice? Easier to be happy and content that way. Easier to let Chloe play with you and take care of you forever.
As the line moved forward, Jill wondered what she should do.
Should she...
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