Cheer-Jill and Mistress Chloe
My name is Jill Tiny
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
bask25456
Jill blinked slowly awake, body gloriously tingling from last night's play. She yawned and stretched out luxuriously; delighting in the firm, yet yielding feel of Chloe's breast beneath her, covered in a pink bra. Thinking about Chloe sent a wave of adoration through Jill, as it always does, and she gazes raptly at her giant, peaceful face, propped up by a few pillows and framed by her shiny red hair. Jill smiled and wiggled playfully, remembering that time in the shower with Wade and Chloe so long ago, when she first discovered that her mistress was, indeed, a natural redhead. She couldn't really remember how long ago that was, but Jill didn't care. To her, it was an eternity of love, fun and Chloe.
"I see my little cheer-Jill is eager for more." As always, Chloe's voice sent a thrill of elation through Jill, and she quickly scrambled to her feet, months of practice making it second-nature to balance on Chloe's gorgeous mountains. Chloe smiled at her warmly, then picked her up and gave her a good morning kiss right where she liked it, on the strip of midriff left bare by Jill's outfit. Jill gasped a little, than gave Chloe a blissful return hug.
"What about me?" Came a voice from behind. Jill pouted as Chloe moved her, looking down her long, toned, beautiful body towards her navel, where Emily was carefully pulling herself up Chloe's pink panties, from the position right next to her crotch where she had lain curled up all night.
"How could I forget Emily?" Says Chloe fondly, casually grabbing her, and then starting to tickle her mercilessly. Emily wiggled and laughed, and Chloe nuzzled her and Jill, one to each cheek. After a moment, she sets them both down next to Wade, on Chloe's other breast, and carefully cuddles them as she sits up. Carrying the contentedly sleeping boy, and the two equally contented, but awake, girls ("Wade gets so tired. Boys seem to give a bit more than us girls." Chloe confides to the two in a whisper, delighting in Jill's blush), she walked into the bathroom. She carelessly discards her underwear, to the girls’ delight, but to their disappointment she sets all three Tinies down next to the sink and starts to run water. She catches their disappointed stares: “Sorry my cute little pets, but there’s no time for fun today. Wash quickly, I’ll do Wade.” The two girls watch forlornly as Chloe recedes into the distance, turning on the shower and disappearing, mostly, behind a curtain of steam. After a moment, they obey Chloe, stripping off their respective outfits and splashing into the soapy sink:
“Will you do my back Jill?” Emily asks. Jill swims over and starts rubbing Emily briskly, smiling affectionately:
“Wade’s so lucky. Next time I should stay asleep to.”
“Yeah.” Emily agrees. There’s no bitterness or envy, however. Chloe didn’t approve of her pets fighting each other over her, regardless if it was because they loved her so much. Whenever one of the residents of Tinyville started getting angry when Chloe didn’t include them, or fighting with someone who was picked for play, they got apple juice instead of orange, and they stopped. The residents of Tinyville all got along perfectly, in love of Chloe, who made all decisions.
Chloe took a very short shower, clearly not even bothering to do more than clean Wade before stepping out. Emily and Jill stop their playing in the sink (they’re quite clean now) to stare raptly at her beautiful, glistening body. She set Wade, quite awake now, by the sink, and all three get dressed quickly, Jill with her back to Wade, cheeks flaming red. Chloe, dressed again in her bra and panties, laughed wickedly, taking amusement from Jill’s embarrassment. Jill feels a shiver: she made Chloe laugh!
Chloe grabbed Emily and Wade and tucked them both into her panties, admonishing them not to “play around to much”, before grabbing Jill and lifting her to her face. Chloe smiled at Jill fondly:
“So, how’s that lovely cheer-Jill outfit I made holding up? Do you like it?” Jill laughed:
“LIKE it? I Love it? Thank you so much.” Chloe beamed at Jill, then laid her palm flat, indicating for Jill to stand. Jill stood and pirouetted, showing off her outfit Some time after she first arrived, Jill, acting on the urging of Tiffy and Emily (they had become fast friends) had mustered her courage and shyly asked for a special outfit from Chloe. Her mistress had been delighted, and Jill had learned that while each Tiny had a closet full of clothes of various themes, to be dressed up as the occasion demanded, Chloe had a special, handmade outfit in mind for each which reflected either how she rescued them or how she viewed them. Wade’s blue ribbon, for instance, was his special outfit, because he was “The best gift I ever got.” Chloe had babysat his younger brother, who had a huge crush on her, and in whom she had confessed her love of Tinies. He had presented her with his tiny older brother on the spot. He still came over, to visit Marcy, and they often played with Wade and a few other Tinies. Tiffy’s fairy-girl outfit reflected that she had been rescued wandering a flowerbed in a park in another state. Chloe had snagged her with her trusty butterfly net, and would often tell her how irresponsible her parents had been. Without wonderful Chloe, she might’ve been snatched by an animal! Emily had what looked like the clothes she came in with, jeans and tee-shirt Chloe had fallen in love with her at her first sight of her, walking along one of those Tiny-tunnels and quickly snagged her. This, she explained, was proof of how no one protected Tinies right; they were suppose to stay home as beloved pets, not allowed to wander around, foolishly trusting in some ridiculous safety measures, which Chloe found really easy to get around.
Jill herself was dressed as a cheerleader. Chloe had confessed to her that the cheerleading outfit when she first came was deliberate: if Jill had been full-sized, Chloe thought she would’ve fit in perfectly, and if Chloe hadn’t grabbed her she was sure Jill would’ve been snagged by the team anyways. Chloe, her mom and Marcy had all worked on it, presenting it to the tiny girl in a ceremony filled with kisses and tickling: Chloe insisted on dressing Jill herself. It was Green and White, Chloe’s school’s colors, with “CHEERLEADER” printed right across the front of Jill’s breasts, held up with a push-up bra, and “1/7” on the back as Jill’s number. It had a really short skirt, neckline and hemline, as per Chloe’s expectations. Jill was now Chloe’s cheer-Jill, and she led the Tiny squad whenever Chloe was doing anything remotely like competition.
Jill was brought back from her fond memories by Chloe, who pursed her giant lips and lifted Jill up, then blew. This sent a cool breeze up to Jill, lifting her skirt like the scene from an old movie. Jill shrieked and mock-protest and tried ineffectually to push her skirt down, but in reality she loved the feel of Chloe’s wind against her bare skin and covered privates, and she loved the smell of her breath even more. Jill loved everything about Chloe. Chloe smiled and brought Jill down, but she wasn’t quite finished. She reached with her other hand and carefully stroked Jill’s unbelievably firm and perky breasts:
“These are great. Even without the bra they would’ve been good, but with it they’re spectacular. I usually leave off playing with my pets’ boobs outside of play, I let Peter and Tom do the fondling, but with you, Jill, I just can’t resist!” Not waiting for a reply, she clutched Jill firmly to her stomach, thumb idly stroking, as she walked out of the shower. Instead of stopping at Tinyville, as Jill had expected, she walked straight into the hallway:
“I’ve got an important announcement to make.” She told her tiny passengers, “and I need to get everyone back to Tinyville. Thankfully, Marcy’s the only one with any of my pets right now.” Jill nodded, although Chloe didn’t feel. She loved all of Chloe’s family, not as much as Chloe, of course, but she knew Peter and Tom sometimes were slow in returning their favorite Tiny girls to Chloe, especially in the morning. Marcy, on the other hand, was always meek, knowing that her older sister could easily use her authority to deny her any time with her pets.
Chloe leaned into Marcy’s room and spotted her sister curled up in her bed, firmly grasping a naked Tiny girl:
“Marcy! Get up!” Marcy blinked sleepily, yawned and sat up, still clutching the Tiny, who was starting to show signs of life as well:
“Whatisitsis?” Marcy asked, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed and standing, clothed in PJ’s. The Tinies all watch her affectionately: they all loved Chloe the most, but the Tinies did have favorites among the other members of her family. Emily and Wade both loved being Marcy’s dolls more than anything except playing with Chloe, Tiffy was partial to Tom and so forth. Jill loved Chloe, but she was split between Peter and Marcy after that: they both would argue over which would get her if Chloe was in a generous mood. Marcy got her much more, but Jill wasn’t her favorite. Peter, at Chloe’s insistence, never got to do much with her, although she was his favorite, usually just doing some bra-less cheerleading on his desk to his favorite tunes. Jill also didn’t get to “do” anything with guys, in Tinyville or with Chloe. When Jill asked her why, Chloe laughed:
“Because you’re so pretty when you blush, of course.” Jill blushed again, just remembering. Marcy, in the meantime, had been complying with Chloe’s demand, dressing up her Tiny. When she was finished, she came over and presented her to Chloe. Jill looked up automatically, and saw Chloe grab the tiny with her other hand, clasping the tiny to her stomach next to Jill. It was Jackie; long dark hair framing a face covered with just a smidgen too much makeup: Marcy hadn’t quite perfected the art of using such large brushes on such small faces. Jackie beamed at her:
“Hey Jill! You finally got your outfit! I like it! You play with Chloe last night?” Jill nodded eagerly:
“Yeah, it was so fun.” Jackie nodded:
“And was Tyler there?” She asked slyly. Jill blushed:
“No! Chloe said no boys!” She protested. To change the subject, she asked: “How was your time with Marcy? I haven’t seen you in days! Why were you naked?” Jackie smiled:
“Oh, Marcy’s been training me! She said something about sometimes being a doll, but other times, like in bed, being a pet, like a puppy. Oh, a lot of it went over my head, but of course she’s always right. She even cobbled together a little bathroom from some cardboard and a bottle cap.” Jackie frowned, a bit of a pout appearing: “I wish Chloe had let her bring over my house!” Chloe stopped suddenly, and lifted both girls to her face. She covered Jill’s mouth with a finger, than looked at Jackie sternly:
“Are you saying bad things about me?” She asked. Jackie shook her head vehemently no:
“Of course not! I would never.” Than, in a small voice: “Besides, Marcy said it to.” Chloe tut-tutted:
“Marcy’s my sister. You’re my pet.” Jackie nodded. Chloe smiled: “Good. In point of fact, I think you might like today’s announcement: you could be doing exactly what Marcy wanted!” Jackie shrieked and clapped her hands. Jill smiled inside, giving Chloe’s finger a lick. Jackie had come a long way then when she first arrived. At first she had been quite a troublemaker, kicking, screaming, using sarcasm. Why, for two full weeks she had been given two full glasses of orange juice a day! And if that wasn’t enough, once she was properly obedient to mistress Chloe, she had fought continuously with the other residents, wanting Chloe all to herself. Now, however, three (three!) glasses of apple juice later, she was properly obedient and loving, the perfect doll for Marcy.
Jill considered with awe once more Chloe’s insight. Jill would never have believed that Jackie would ever make a good doll for Marcy, but Chloe had seen her potential from the beginning. It was close to Marcy’s birthday, and like Chloe she loved Tinies, as dolls at her age. Only Chloe, however, was allowed to look for them: Marcy was too young to be allowed to wander around on her own. Chloe knew that Emily was her favorite doll, and was considering giving her to Marcy, when one day she spotted Jackie. Chloe had been walking along the Tinies’ security path, looking for Tinies to rescue, when she saw Jackie and her “little” brother. Jackie was positively covered in mud, and was chewing out her little brother, who was looking quite sullen. Even then, covered in mud, Jackie was clearly meant to be a doll. Chloe stayed out of sight until the boy set Jackie back down on the ground next to the walkway and stormed off. She followed, coming up to him as he was angrily throwing rocks in a pond:
“Hello. I’m Chloe” She said. He looked at her, turned beet red and looked down:
“Hello. I’m Bryan”
“I saw you arguing with your Tiny. If you don’t mind me asking, why was she giving you so much lip?” He scowled:
“Oh, I stopped to have some fun with some friends before picking her up, and I guess I got her stupid clothes kind of dirty.” Chloe looked at him innocently:
“So what? I means she’s your Tiny. If you think she can stand getting dirty, shouldn’t that be the end of it?” She said without a trace of guile. Bryan kicked the ground sullenly:
“She’s not my Tiny, she’s my Tiny ‘big’ sis. She complains to mom and I get in trouble, and I get stuck doing stuff for her, like picking her up from school, and well, umm…” he makes a disgusted face, “cleaning out her toilet!” Chloe looked at him quizzically:
“That doesn’t make much sense. I mean, why should we send Tinies to school? It’s pretty useless, and it makes them think they’re big and can talk back to us. They should stay home and be…” Chloe paused, not waiting to finish the thought with “obedient pets” until she was sure Bryan was going to go along with it. She needn’t have worried, as he interrupts:
“Yeah! That’s what I think! But because of my parents she can yell at me all the time, and I never get to do fun stuff, with or without her! She’s always busy with her homework when I want to play with her, and mom always gives me chores for her whenever I play by myself.” Chloe waits for a pause in his rant, than seizes the opportunity:
“You know, all this sounds to me like Jackie’s being raised in all the wrong ways. There’s a better way, that will teach her how to behave, and have fun with her little brother.”
“Really? How?” Bryan’s eyes were wide
“She could become one of my family’s pets! You see, my family keeps a lot of Tinies, rescuing them from bad situations like Jackie’s. They live in a little town, with their own little rooms, bathrooms which you, of course, wouldn’t have to clean, they have lots of Tiny friends and they all are obedient and well-trained. I’d give Jackie to my sister Marcy. I can tell she’ll make the best pet-doll!” Chloe’s eyes were shining. Bryan seemed a bit flummoxed, and he asked:
“Wait… Marcy. I think she goes to my school.” Chloe nods eagerly:
“Sure. I’m positive that if you make friends with her, she’ll let you come over and play with Jackie all the time! And other Tinies as well!.” Bryan nodded, but his face was clouded:
“She’d be happy, right? I mean, I don’t want her to be miserable.” Chloe laughed:
“Oh don’t worry. Once we’ve cured them of their bad habits, all my Tinies are happy as can be.” Bryan nodded. While he was angry and humiliated with his sister (which of course Chloe was taking advantage of), he still had brotherly concern for her. But if she would be happy… Bryan raised on last objection:
“My parents said never to give Jackie to strangers…” Chloe leaned in, and Bryan’s eyes popped at the sight of her impressive cleavage:
“Didn’t your parents make you clean out her toilet?” Bryan nodded, “Tell you what. Come by with Marcy in a week. If she’s not happy, or if you think your parents can do a better job, you can take her back. Deal?” She held her hand out. Hesitantly at first, then more confidently, Bryan took it:
“Deal.” And that was that. Bryan handed the muddy, screaming Jackie over to Chloe, who promptly knocked her out. After cleaning and drying her, and throwing out her punky clothes (pets don’t do punk), she set her down in her own house. Jill had been thrilled to have her friend here with Chloe, but had been very distressed with her behavior, calling Chloe foul names, yelling, kicking, slapping Jill. Even after the orange juice, she was so badly behaved that she had to go to the Punishment Cage, which was usually only for pets who didn’t drink their orange juice! But Chloe was unperturbed by her new charges behavior, and, as promised, when Bryan came over to Marcy’s birthday party, he found a friendly, affectionate, obedient Jackie, presented wrapped up in a doll’s box with a full length dress on. Marcy had been delighted, and Jill had felt enormously relieved with her friend acting normally.
Jackie, Jill, Wade and Emily all gossiped for a few moments as Chloe walked into her room, than set them all down. They all handled the perspective change of tiny-size with normal to normal-size with giant with ease, quickly following in Chloe’s footsteps as her massive feet delicately picked their way across the town and reached the central intersection of Pigmy St. and Lilliput Ln. Soon the whole town was crowded around the edge of the square, looking adoringly up at their mistress, with not a few glances at her crotch, covered only by a flimsy pink cloth and tantalizingly close with her sitting on air:
“Everyone,” Chloe said, smiling affectionately down at her pets, “Today is a special day. I have an announcement. First, however, I would like to say that our little Cheer-Jill has been with us for six months.” The town burst into whoops of applause and cheering. Everyone loved Jill, even those who weren’t her closer personal friends. Chloe kissed her hand and touched it to Jill, who hugged her back. She waved for quiet and got it instantly: “Now, I’ve got some bad news, and some good news. Bad news first: I’m splitting up Tinyville.” Instantly, cries of protest burst out from everyone present, many burst into tears. Jill and Jackie yelled as loud as anyone. Chloe let it go on for a while, but eventually she gently bowled over the whole crowd with her hand, sending them sprawled at her feet in a tumbled mass:
“That’s enough now. My decision is final. Behave, all of you.” Everyone got to their feet, looking subdued, with many a red nose and tear-blotched face. Chloe grimaced:
“Cheer up, all of you! As I said, there’s some good news, which is…
"I see my little cheer-Jill is eager for more." As always, Chloe's voice sent a thrill of elation through Jill, and she quickly scrambled to her feet, months of practice making it second-nature to balance on Chloe's gorgeous mountains. Chloe smiled at her warmly, then picked her up and gave her a good morning kiss right where she liked it, on the strip of midriff left bare by Jill's outfit. Jill gasped a little, than gave Chloe a blissful return hug.
"What about me?" Came a voice from behind. Jill pouted as Chloe moved her, looking down her long, toned, beautiful body towards her navel, where Emily was carefully pulling herself up Chloe's pink panties, from the position right next to her crotch where she had lain curled up all night.
"How could I forget Emily?" Says Chloe fondly, casually grabbing her, and then starting to tickle her mercilessly. Emily wiggled and laughed, and Chloe nuzzled her and Jill, one to each cheek. After a moment, she sets them both down next to Wade, on Chloe's other breast, and carefully cuddles them as she sits up. Carrying the contentedly sleeping boy, and the two equally contented, but awake, girls ("Wade gets so tired. Boys seem to give a bit more than us girls." Chloe confides to the two in a whisper, delighting in Jill's blush), she walked into the bathroom. She carelessly discards her underwear, to the girls’ delight, but to their disappointment she sets all three Tinies down next to the sink and starts to run water. She catches their disappointed stares: “Sorry my cute little pets, but there’s no time for fun today. Wash quickly, I’ll do Wade.” The two girls watch forlornly as Chloe recedes into the distance, turning on the shower and disappearing, mostly, behind a curtain of steam. After a moment, they obey Chloe, stripping off their respective outfits and splashing into the soapy sink:
“Will you do my back Jill?” Emily asks. Jill swims over and starts rubbing Emily briskly, smiling affectionately:
“Wade’s so lucky. Next time I should stay asleep to.”
“Yeah.” Emily agrees. There’s no bitterness or envy, however. Chloe didn’t approve of her pets fighting each other over her, regardless if it was because they loved her so much. Whenever one of the residents of Tinyville started getting angry when Chloe didn’t include them, or fighting with someone who was picked for play, they got apple juice instead of orange, and they stopped. The residents of Tinyville all got along perfectly, in love of Chloe, who made all decisions.
Chloe took a very short shower, clearly not even bothering to do more than clean Wade before stepping out. Emily and Jill stop their playing in the sink (they’re quite clean now) to stare raptly at her beautiful, glistening body. She set Wade, quite awake now, by the sink, and all three get dressed quickly, Jill with her back to Wade, cheeks flaming red. Chloe, dressed again in her bra and panties, laughed wickedly, taking amusement from Jill’s embarrassment. Jill feels a shiver: she made Chloe laugh!
Chloe grabbed Emily and Wade and tucked them both into her panties, admonishing them not to “play around to much”, before grabbing Jill and lifting her to her face. Chloe smiled at Jill fondly:
“So, how’s that lovely cheer-Jill outfit I made holding up? Do you like it?” Jill laughed:
“LIKE it? I Love it? Thank you so much.” Chloe beamed at Jill, then laid her palm flat, indicating for Jill to stand. Jill stood and pirouetted, showing off her outfit Some time after she first arrived, Jill, acting on the urging of Tiffy and Emily (they had become fast friends) had mustered her courage and shyly asked for a special outfit from Chloe. Her mistress had been delighted, and Jill had learned that while each Tiny had a closet full of clothes of various themes, to be dressed up as the occasion demanded, Chloe had a special, handmade outfit in mind for each which reflected either how she rescued them or how she viewed them. Wade’s blue ribbon, for instance, was his special outfit, because he was “The best gift I ever got.” Chloe had babysat his younger brother, who had a huge crush on her, and in whom she had confessed her love of Tinies. He had presented her with his tiny older brother on the spot. He still came over, to visit Marcy, and they often played with Wade and a few other Tinies. Tiffy’s fairy-girl outfit reflected that she had been rescued wandering a flowerbed in a park in another state. Chloe had snagged her with her trusty butterfly net, and would often tell her how irresponsible her parents had been. Without wonderful Chloe, she might’ve been snatched by an animal! Emily had what looked like the clothes she came in with, jeans and tee-shirt Chloe had fallen in love with her at her first sight of her, walking along one of those Tiny-tunnels and quickly snagged her. This, she explained, was proof of how no one protected Tinies right; they were suppose to stay home as beloved pets, not allowed to wander around, foolishly trusting in some ridiculous safety measures, which Chloe found really easy to get around.
Jill herself was dressed as a cheerleader. Chloe had confessed to her that the cheerleading outfit when she first came was deliberate: if Jill had been full-sized, Chloe thought she would’ve fit in perfectly, and if Chloe hadn’t grabbed her she was sure Jill would’ve been snagged by the team anyways. Chloe, her mom and Marcy had all worked on it, presenting it to the tiny girl in a ceremony filled with kisses and tickling: Chloe insisted on dressing Jill herself. It was Green and White, Chloe’s school’s colors, with “CHEERLEADER” printed right across the front of Jill’s breasts, held up with a push-up bra, and “1/7” on the back as Jill’s number. It had a really short skirt, neckline and hemline, as per Chloe’s expectations. Jill was now Chloe’s cheer-Jill, and she led the Tiny squad whenever Chloe was doing anything remotely like competition.
Jill was brought back from her fond memories by Chloe, who pursed her giant lips and lifted Jill up, then blew. This sent a cool breeze up to Jill, lifting her skirt like the scene from an old movie. Jill shrieked and mock-protest and tried ineffectually to push her skirt down, but in reality she loved the feel of Chloe’s wind against her bare skin and covered privates, and she loved the smell of her breath even more. Jill loved everything about Chloe. Chloe smiled and brought Jill down, but she wasn’t quite finished. She reached with her other hand and carefully stroked Jill’s unbelievably firm and perky breasts:
“These are great. Even without the bra they would’ve been good, but with it they’re spectacular. I usually leave off playing with my pets’ boobs outside of play, I let Peter and Tom do the fondling, but with you, Jill, I just can’t resist!” Not waiting for a reply, she clutched Jill firmly to her stomach, thumb idly stroking, as she walked out of the shower. Instead of stopping at Tinyville, as Jill had expected, she walked straight into the hallway:
“I’ve got an important announcement to make.” She told her tiny passengers, “and I need to get everyone back to Tinyville. Thankfully, Marcy’s the only one with any of my pets right now.” Jill nodded, although Chloe didn’t feel. She loved all of Chloe’s family, not as much as Chloe, of course, but she knew Peter and Tom sometimes were slow in returning their favorite Tiny girls to Chloe, especially in the morning. Marcy, on the other hand, was always meek, knowing that her older sister could easily use her authority to deny her any time with her pets.
Chloe leaned into Marcy’s room and spotted her sister curled up in her bed, firmly grasping a naked Tiny girl:
“Marcy! Get up!” Marcy blinked sleepily, yawned and sat up, still clutching the Tiny, who was starting to show signs of life as well:
“Whatisitsis?” Marcy asked, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed and standing, clothed in PJ’s. The Tinies all watch her affectionately: they all loved Chloe the most, but the Tinies did have favorites among the other members of her family. Emily and Wade both loved being Marcy’s dolls more than anything except playing with Chloe, Tiffy was partial to Tom and so forth. Jill loved Chloe, but she was split between Peter and Marcy after that: they both would argue over which would get her if Chloe was in a generous mood. Marcy got her much more, but Jill wasn’t her favorite. Peter, at Chloe’s insistence, never got to do much with her, although she was his favorite, usually just doing some bra-less cheerleading on his desk to his favorite tunes. Jill also didn’t get to “do” anything with guys, in Tinyville or with Chloe. When Jill asked her why, Chloe laughed:
“Because you’re so pretty when you blush, of course.” Jill blushed again, just remembering. Marcy, in the meantime, had been complying with Chloe’s demand, dressing up her Tiny. When she was finished, she came over and presented her to Chloe. Jill looked up automatically, and saw Chloe grab the tiny with her other hand, clasping the tiny to her stomach next to Jill. It was Jackie; long dark hair framing a face covered with just a smidgen too much makeup: Marcy hadn’t quite perfected the art of using such large brushes on such small faces. Jackie beamed at her:
“Hey Jill! You finally got your outfit! I like it! You play with Chloe last night?” Jill nodded eagerly:
“Yeah, it was so fun.” Jackie nodded:
“And was Tyler there?” She asked slyly. Jill blushed:
“No! Chloe said no boys!” She protested. To change the subject, she asked: “How was your time with Marcy? I haven’t seen you in days! Why were you naked?” Jackie smiled:
“Oh, Marcy’s been training me! She said something about sometimes being a doll, but other times, like in bed, being a pet, like a puppy. Oh, a lot of it went over my head, but of course she’s always right. She even cobbled together a little bathroom from some cardboard and a bottle cap.” Jackie frowned, a bit of a pout appearing: “I wish Chloe had let her bring over my house!” Chloe stopped suddenly, and lifted both girls to her face. She covered Jill’s mouth with a finger, than looked at Jackie sternly:
“Are you saying bad things about me?” She asked. Jackie shook her head vehemently no:
“Of course not! I would never.” Than, in a small voice: “Besides, Marcy said it to.” Chloe tut-tutted:
“Marcy’s my sister. You’re my pet.” Jackie nodded. Chloe smiled: “Good. In point of fact, I think you might like today’s announcement: you could be doing exactly what Marcy wanted!” Jackie shrieked and clapped her hands. Jill smiled inside, giving Chloe’s finger a lick. Jackie had come a long way then when she first arrived. At first she had been quite a troublemaker, kicking, screaming, using sarcasm. Why, for two full weeks she had been given two full glasses of orange juice a day! And if that wasn’t enough, once she was properly obedient to mistress Chloe, she had fought continuously with the other residents, wanting Chloe all to herself. Now, however, three (three!) glasses of apple juice later, she was properly obedient and loving, the perfect doll for Marcy.
Jill considered with awe once more Chloe’s insight. Jill would never have believed that Jackie would ever make a good doll for Marcy, but Chloe had seen her potential from the beginning. It was close to Marcy’s birthday, and like Chloe she loved Tinies, as dolls at her age. Only Chloe, however, was allowed to look for them: Marcy was too young to be allowed to wander around on her own. Chloe knew that Emily was her favorite doll, and was considering giving her to Marcy, when one day she spotted Jackie. Chloe had been walking along the Tinies’ security path, looking for Tinies to rescue, when she saw Jackie and her “little” brother. Jackie was positively covered in mud, and was chewing out her little brother, who was looking quite sullen. Even then, covered in mud, Jackie was clearly meant to be a doll. Chloe stayed out of sight until the boy set Jackie back down on the ground next to the walkway and stormed off. She followed, coming up to him as he was angrily throwing rocks in a pond:
“Hello. I’m Chloe” She said. He looked at her, turned beet red and looked down:
“Hello. I’m Bryan”
“I saw you arguing with your Tiny. If you don’t mind me asking, why was she giving you so much lip?” He scowled:
“Oh, I stopped to have some fun with some friends before picking her up, and I guess I got her stupid clothes kind of dirty.” Chloe looked at him innocently:
“So what? I means she’s your Tiny. If you think she can stand getting dirty, shouldn’t that be the end of it?” She said without a trace of guile. Bryan kicked the ground sullenly:
“She’s not my Tiny, she’s my Tiny ‘big’ sis. She complains to mom and I get in trouble, and I get stuck doing stuff for her, like picking her up from school, and well, umm…” he makes a disgusted face, “cleaning out her toilet!” Chloe looked at him quizzically:
“That doesn’t make much sense. I mean, why should we send Tinies to school? It’s pretty useless, and it makes them think they’re big and can talk back to us. They should stay home and be…” Chloe paused, not waiting to finish the thought with “obedient pets” until she was sure Bryan was going to go along with it. She needn’t have worried, as he interrupts:
“Yeah! That’s what I think! But because of my parents she can yell at me all the time, and I never get to do fun stuff, with or without her! She’s always busy with her homework when I want to play with her, and mom always gives me chores for her whenever I play by myself.” Chloe waits for a pause in his rant, than seizes the opportunity:
“You know, all this sounds to me like Jackie’s being raised in all the wrong ways. There’s a better way, that will teach her how to behave, and have fun with her little brother.”
“Really? How?” Bryan’s eyes were wide
“She could become one of my family’s pets! You see, my family keeps a lot of Tinies, rescuing them from bad situations like Jackie’s. They live in a little town, with their own little rooms, bathrooms which you, of course, wouldn’t have to clean, they have lots of Tiny friends and they all are obedient and well-trained. I’d give Jackie to my sister Marcy. I can tell she’ll make the best pet-doll!” Chloe’s eyes were shining. Bryan seemed a bit flummoxed, and he asked:
“Wait… Marcy. I think she goes to my school.” Chloe nods eagerly:
“Sure. I’m positive that if you make friends with her, she’ll let you come over and play with Jackie all the time! And other Tinies as well!.” Bryan nodded, but his face was clouded:
“She’d be happy, right? I mean, I don’t want her to be miserable.” Chloe laughed:
“Oh don’t worry. Once we’ve cured them of their bad habits, all my Tinies are happy as can be.” Bryan nodded. While he was angry and humiliated with his sister (which of course Chloe was taking advantage of), he still had brotherly concern for her. But if she would be happy… Bryan raised on last objection:
“My parents said never to give Jackie to strangers…” Chloe leaned in, and Bryan’s eyes popped at the sight of her impressive cleavage:
“Didn’t your parents make you clean out her toilet?” Bryan nodded, “Tell you what. Come by with Marcy in a week. If she’s not happy, or if you think your parents can do a better job, you can take her back. Deal?” She held her hand out. Hesitantly at first, then more confidently, Bryan took it:
“Deal.” And that was that. Bryan handed the muddy, screaming Jackie over to Chloe, who promptly knocked her out. After cleaning and drying her, and throwing out her punky clothes (pets don’t do punk), she set her down in her own house. Jill had been thrilled to have her friend here with Chloe, but had been very distressed with her behavior, calling Chloe foul names, yelling, kicking, slapping Jill. Even after the orange juice, she was so badly behaved that she had to go to the Punishment Cage, which was usually only for pets who didn’t drink their orange juice! But Chloe was unperturbed by her new charges behavior, and, as promised, when Bryan came over to Marcy’s birthday party, he found a friendly, affectionate, obedient Jackie, presented wrapped up in a doll’s box with a full length dress on. Marcy had been delighted, and Jill had felt enormously relieved with her friend acting normally.
Jackie, Jill, Wade and Emily all gossiped for a few moments as Chloe walked into her room, than set them all down. They all handled the perspective change of tiny-size with normal to normal-size with giant with ease, quickly following in Chloe’s footsteps as her massive feet delicately picked their way across the town and reached the central intersection of Pigmy St. and Lilliput Ln. Soon the whole town was crowded around the edge of the square, looking adoringly up at their mistress, with not a few glances at her crotch, covered only by a flimsy pink cloth and tantalizingly close with her sitting on air:
“Everyone,” Chloe said, smiling affectionately down at her pets, “Today is a special day. I have an announcement. First, however, I would like to say that our little Cheer-Jill has been with us for six months.” The town burst into whoops of applause and cheering. Everyone loved Jill, even those who weren’t her closer personal friends. Chloe kissed her hand and touched it to Jill, who hugged her back. She waved for quiet and got it instantly: “Now, I’ve got some bad news, and some good news. Bad news first: I’m splitting up Tinyville.” Instantly, cries of protest burst out from everyone present, many burst into tears. Jill and Jackie yelled as loud as anyone. Chloe let it go on for a while, but eventually she gently bowled over the whole crowd with her hand, sending them sprawled at her feet in a tumbled mass:
“That’s enough now. My decision is final. Behave, all of you.” Everyone got to their feet, looking subdued, with many a red nose and tear-blotched face. Chloe grimaced:
“Cheer up, all of you! As I said, there’s some good news, which is…
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August 15
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