Registration (Chloe)
My name is Jill Tiny
chapter 15
by
copier
· original author:
bask25456
The bottom of the bowl, Jill decides, really sucks. Its not that she cant take the pressure: as one of Chloes biggest 10s, shes more suited for it than most. What really sucks about it is that she cant look at the beautiful form of her mistress as she walks, hips swaying, breasts giving just the tiniest hint of a bounce No. Instead, stuck facedown at the outer edge of the bowl, all she can she is whats in front of Chloe. Not that that isnt impressive in itself, but still.. Jill supposes it could be worse. She could be face up.
The Tinies are all cheerfully chatting at each other, mostly exclamations about how amazing Chloe is today. Most appeared to have discarded Peters actions as unfortunate, but not really significant. Jill feels, oddly enough, lonely. Odd, because shes surrounded on all sides by the bodies of Tinies who join her in adoration of Chloe. Still, Chloe had given away all of Jills closest friends, Emily, Jackie, Wade, Tiffy, Tyler, and she doesnt have anyone to express her own Chloe-worship to. It also means that she pays the most attention of any Tiny to the boring uneventful walk (once youve seen a pair of feet step forwards far down below you once, youve seen it a thousand times, even if the feet in question are Chloes). Jill lets her mind wander for most of the walk, but when they reach the store, she starts to pay attention, curious to see how her Mistress will be housing her hundreds of new pets.
On the outside, the facility is an unprepossessing, unlabeled white building, deliberately giving no clue about future plans, with papered-up windows preventing any word of the scheme from leaking out. On the inside, however, it's a different story. The building has two main parts, a large area in front and a large area in back. The front will become, of course, the store section of the pet co-op, and there are signs, shelves and other things shoved into corners that give this away. For now, however, the front part of the store has been given out to a series of long picnic tables. Above each table is a sign attached to a metal post. The one Jill sees first, being closest to the door, is "10s". After it, "9s", the "8s", and so forth, down to 1s. There are no other markings on those picnic tables, which show signs of recent, scrupulous cleaning.
On either side of the doorless doorway between the two rooms, a cluster of teenagers is standing around various smaller tables. This is mainly two groups, around five normal-looking girls, busily going over maps and preparing what look suspiciously like butterfly nets, cages, cage-traps and quantities of knock-out gas. They occasionally go over and consult with a group of overly-acned young guys, all of whom look a trifle younger than the girls, who are busily doing arcane things to a labyrinth of electronic equipment and wires.
Chloe immediately walks over to the first group. Hey girls. She greets her friend casually. They all leave off what theyre doing to gather around her, oohing and ahhing over her bowl full of Tinies. One leans over and taps the glass right in front of Jills face. She watches the distorted figure of the Normal girl turn its head so she can look right into the glass, features an interesting shade of blue through the sides of the bowl. Jill gives her a tiny little wave and a smile, unable to do much more. The girl giggles in delight, than waggles her large fingers at Jill.
Hey Vannie, dont tease my pets, Chloe says reprovingly, but Jill hears amusement in her voice.
I cant help it. Theyre so cute! Especially this one! Vannie taps the glass in front of Jills face once more. Jill flinches in anticipation this time, but the girl doesnt notice. Another, sweet voice breaks in:
Hey Chloe, are they really safe like that? Wont they get crushed. Youve told us there are some really small ones.
Phyllis, you always worry too much about my Tinies: youve never even seen them before today! Theyre fine: I only have 8-10s, theyre big enough to take the pressure. Tom wouldnt even make rooms for smaller ones until we started the shop.
Why not?
He said his hands were too big. Thats why we got them in bulk special-order. Vannie, impatient, cuts in:
Jill, come on, put the bowl down! I want to see! Shes hopping from one foot to the other. The world shifts a bit as Chloe sets the bowl down, and Jill waits impatiently for the other Tinies to get off her back so she can look at Chloe again. Finally, she feels a hand grab her from behind. The giant face that appears before her, however, isnt Chloe, Its Vannie. She grins at her:
Hey cutie. She says, rubbing Jill all over, than pausing and sniffing her hair. Jill laughs at the tickling feeling from her hair rising into the air. After a moment, Vannie clasps Jill to her bosom and Jill gets to look around. The residents of Tinyville are scattered around the table, quite a few having been picked up by Chloes friends. One- Phyllis Jill thinks- is letting a Tiny boy stand on her palm, but the rest had grabbed theirs. Across from her, one girl is gently toying with and manipulating a girl with her fingers, moving arms, legs and the like, occasionally stroking her legs. Another is placing groups of Tinies in various cages (Jill observes this with a shiver, although the girl leaves the doors open), seemingly running drills to test the traps. As Jill watches, she tells a few Tines to run across the table, then nets them and lifts them, laughing, into the air. A final girl is holding a pair of Tiny boys upside down and licking (not kissing) their exposed stomachs as they laugh, tongue working its way slowly into the waistband of their pants
Rachel! She jumps with a guilty expression on her face, dropping her boys. Fortunately, they land unharmed. Chloes looking at her, a trifle exasperated: Cmon Rachel, those are my boy-toys. Get your own. The two, sensing opportunity, quickly come over to Chloe, who picks them up and starts drying them off with the collar of her shirt.
Rachel cant help it: these Tinies are just begging to be picked up and played with. Vannie declares, calmly stroking Jill. In a few cases, what she says is literally true, but its for Chloe. Chloe comes over:
Whos that youve got there? Ah, its my little Cheer-Jill. You have a good eye. Vannie squeals, then turns Jill over and over. She starts to get a bit dizzy:
This is cheer-Jill. Wow. Vannie nuzzles Jill, who senses approval from Chloe and rubs a bit in return, I see you didnt give him to Peter. I can see why. Chloe holds out her hand for Jill. Vannie pouts, but hands her over. Jill hugs her mistresss hand tight as she is brought up to her face. Chloe blows on her, and Jill shrieks in delight as the breeze ruffles her clothing. Shes a bit disappointed shes not wearing her cheerleaders outfit. Chloe beams at her:
Yep, thats my little number 1/7. She tells Vannie. Vannie puts a hand to her head, clearly thinking hard:
Wait, 1/7 7 is my number. Jill has my number except, like, a fraction. Were you thinking of me when you rescued her? Chloe nods:
Yes, but not in the way you think. I think that if I hadnt rescued her myself, you would have grabbed her yourself, if she had stayed at that ridiculous Normal school. Vannie agrees:
Youre right about that. Ooh, youre lucky you saw her first. Jill can hear a bit of disappointment in her voice. Chloe laughs:
Dont worry, youll get a set of Tinies for your very own in a few hours. Vannie nods, relived. Suddenly, a male voice appears from behind Vannie:
Chloe? Wheres Peter? The boys who had been over next to the electronic equipment are all standing behind Vannie, who gives an eep and steps away as if they were infectious. Jill notices that the boys are all stealing glances at the Tinies on the table, or rather the girls. Several were staring openly at her, clasped in an unfortunate position at Chloes breasts. Chloe frowns:
Quick looking at my breasts, sickos. The boy in front ignores her, pointing at Jill (and Chloes breasts, of course):
I heard you call that one Jill. Isnt that the name of the little cheerleader you promised Peter if he helped you? Chloe looks a bit shifty, but looks him square in the face:
No, I just promised him a little cheerleader. My little cheer-Jills mine. As if to illustrate her point, she clasps Jill so hard that even surrounded by her mistresss soft flesh she has to squeak from lack of air. The boy gives Chloe a measuring look:
I see. I guess that explains why Peter called to say he wont be coming.
What?! Chloe screeched, probably more dismayed at the fact that Peter could still function than at the repletion of news shes already had. Matt nods:
He said we could do what we want, for our reward. Dan and Michael went over to talk to him, theyll finish their jobs when they come back. I hope were clear that we get to decide what Tinies we want, and how many, right? Theres a bit of a threat in his voice: clearly, he doesnt trust Chloe one bit.
Of course were clear, thats what we said. No more than fifty, though. Another boy chuckles:
I think fifty little hotties will be plenty. I probably dont have enough time to have fun with more than ten at a time anyways. The other two both nod agreement, Chloe masks a look of disgust. The first one goes on:
Good. Theres a bit of a problem, however: Peter and his Tiny were supposed to fill out their last assignment inside the school, but clearly that wont happen. Jill idly wonders what this assignment was, clearly it was meant for her. Chloes eyes start to glaze a bit as the boy starts talking tech-babble: With such limited access, Were going to have to pick and choose how much of the network we can take over. Well only be able to take the DNA database from the Archived files, and well only have complete control of the Normal buildings. Well have cameras, but loudspeakers, power and external door control will be limited. The net wont be complete. Chloe breaks in confidently:
That doesnt matter: Im sure my Tinies can get the job done outside. The boy looks skeptical, but shrugs:
Okay. Just dont say I didnt warn you. They all turn and go back to their equipment. Chloe and the girls all watch them go, muttering among themselves about acne and sweat, both heavily in evidence on the boys. Chloe gives a groan:
Nerds! She says, a bit too loud. The three all stiffen for a moment, but resume walking. Suddenly, a voice comes from the front:
"Nerds? Just what I need. Registration time!" It's Tom, holding a large cage strewn with pieces of flimsy cloth: his harem. He holds the door open for Marcy, who he'd walked over, and strides confidently towards the back. The three all grab strange devices: what looked like a gun, with a trigger, but it had a small screen mounted on it, and the end wasn't a barrel, but a large, pointy cone. Toms harem had all bounded out of the cage, dancing along the table marked "10s" by the time the nerds arrived. With delighted shrieks, they rush up to the nerds and form lines, carelessly pulling up their shirts (if they had them) in order to bear their breasts to the nerds.
Jill shudders in disgust as she sees a nerd lean forward, examining intensely: from the way Chloe and her friends had acted, they were repulsed by the boys. Jill can see why, with their sweaty hands and horrible acne. The intensity and calm with which they examine all those chests confirms her feelings of revulsion. She nearly gags at the idea of being examined the same way, when her time comes. I hope Chloe does it herself! She thinks What theyre doing soon becomes obvious even from this distance, Jill can see that, as the harem girls turn away to Tom, theres a big black mark where the device touched their skin. Clearly, theyre receiving tattoos from the nerds. Tom licks each Girls tattoo in turn as they move away. Meanwhile, on the table, Chloe is dividing her Tinies up into sixth groups, one for each girl. Jill notices that she very pointedly gives Rachel only girl Tinies, clearly she would be unable to keep her mind on the work if she had boy-toys to play with.
Jill shivers in delight as she joins a few other Tinies clustered around Chloe: Chloe gives them a sort of group hug as she and her friends sit around talking idly, waiting for the nerds to come over and register them. Her Tinies, of course, dont sit around and talk, they all stare longingly at Chloe. A few make desperate bids to reach her, but these are easily overcome by the laughing giantesses behind them. As the nerds finish with Tom, Mr. Richard and Mrs. Alexandra walk in, looking somber. Jill notices with some dismay that there are tear tracks on Mrs. Alexandras face, noticeable only to a Tiny. They greet the Nerds cordially, and then present their own Tinies. Jill sees with some relief that they get the tattoo on their stomach, but her gorge rises as the Nerds exclaim over the maids- who all bow to them promptly and in unison. Clearly, Mr. Richard has been training them. After only a minimum of fuss, its Marcys turn: she presents her dolls ot the nerds, and berates them for the entire time that theyre tattooing her dolls feet. Unfortunately, her constant attention makes them nervous, with the result that one of them slips up doing Wade:
You IDIOT! Shrieks Marcy, quickly rushing over to examine the error. From what Jill can tell, theres only a small amount of Ink on Wades ankle, but from the way her Mistresss sister goes on one would think he had sliced the offending appendage off entirely. Eventually, Mrs. Alexandra comforts Marcy and takes her away, still sitting imprecations at the nerd. Jill even starts to feel a bit sorry for them, having experienced one of Marcys tantrums herself, but then she notices one of the others casually feeling up Jackie while theyre all distracted and gets repelled once more. At long last, however, its Chloes Tinies turn. Jill tries to hide her nervousness by clinging to Chloe, but she simply shakes her of and pushes her towards the center of the table. The operation, thankfully, is brief: Jill pulls up the back of her shirt, the nerd approaches, sticks the hard, cold piece of metal into her shoulder blade (Jill gives a gasp), and pulls the trigger.
No one had warned her of the sharp pain at first, so she gives a sharp cry, but after that its simply a rough brushing feeling over her bare skin. The instant the Nerds done, Jill drops her shirt and scrambles to Chloe for comfort. She give sit easily, taking Jill into her lap and stroking her for a while. When Jill reemerges on the table, she sees that everyones finished and the family, the nerds and the girls are all conversing above their heads. The Tinies are discreetly reading their Tattoos to each other. Jill finds an unfamiliar girl, and they do the service for each other. Hers reads: JILL TINY: PROPERTY OF CHLOE GARRITY. Jill closes her eyes and shivers in pleasure at the words. Suddenly, she notices Chloe grinning down at them all:
Well my pets, your mine now. She pronounces, carefully inspecting each Tattoo. Jill gives a shiver as her soft fingertip brushes her own bare shoulder. Chloe turns and assumes a commanding position:
Now, lets finalize our plans
The Tinies are all cheerfully chatting at each other, mostly exclamations about how amazing Chloe is today. Most appeared to have discarded Peters actions as unfortunate, but not really significant. Jill feels, oddly enough, lonely. Odd, because shes surrounded on all sides by the bodies of Tinies who join her in adoration of Chloe. Still, Chloe had given away all of Jills closest friends, Emily, Jackie, Wade, Tiffy, Tyler, and she doesnt have anyone to express her own Chloe-worship to. It also means that she pays the most attention of any Tiny to the boring uneventful walk (once youve seen a pair of feet step forwards far down below you once, youve seen it a thousand times, even if the feet in question are Chloes). Jill lets her mind wander for most of the walk, but when they reach the store, she starts to pay attention, curious to see how her Mistress will be housing her hundreds of new pets.
On the outside, the facility is an unprepossessing, unlabeled white building, deliberately giving no clue about future plans, with papered-up windows preventing any word of the scheme from leaking out. On the inside, however, it's a different story. The building has two main parts, a large area in front and a large area in back. The front will become, of course, the store section of the pet co-op, and there are signs, shelves and other things shoved into corners that give this away. For now, however, the front part of the store has been given out to a series of long picnic tables. Above each table is a sign attached to a metal post. The one Jill sees first, being closest to the door, is "10s". After it, "9s", the "8s", and so forth, down to 1s. There are no other markings on those picnic tables, which show signs of recent, scrupulous cleaning.
On either side of the doorless doorway between the two rooms, a cluster of teenagers is standing around various smaller tables. This is mainly two groups, around five normal-looking girls, busily going over maps and preparing what look suspiciously like butterfly nets, cages, cage-traps and quantities of knock-out gas. They occasionally go over and consult with a group of overly-acned young guys, all of whom look a trifle younger than the girls, who are busily doing arcane things to a labyrinth of electronic equipment and wires.
Chloe immediately walks over to the first group. Hey girls. She greets her friend casually. They all leave off what theyre doing to gather around her, oohing and ahhing over her bowl full of Tinies. One leans over and taps the glass right in front of Jills face. She watches the distorted figure of the Normal girl turn its head so she can look right into the glass, features an interesting shade of blue through the sides of the bowl. Jill gives her a tiny little wave and a smile, unable to do much more. The girl giggles in delight, than waggles her large fingers at Jill.
Hey Vannie, dont tease my pets, Chloe says reprovingly, but Jill hears amusement in her voice.
I cant help it. Theyre so cute! Especially this one! Vannie taps the glass in front of Jills face once more. Jill flinches in anticipation this time, but the girl doesnt notice. Another, sweet voice breaks in:
Hey Chloe, are they really safe like that? Wont they get crushed. Youve told us there are some really small ones.
Phyllis, you always worry too much about my Tinies: youve never even seen them before today! Theyre fine: I only have 8-10s, theyre big enough to take the pressure. Tom wouldnt even make rooms for smaller ones until we started the shop.
Why not?
He said his hands were too big. Thats why we got them in bulk special-order. Vannie, impatient, cuts in:
Jill, come on, put the bowl down! I want to see! Shes hopping from one foot to the other. The world shifts a bit as Chloe sets the bowl down, and Jill waits impatiently for the other Tinies to get off her back so she can look at Chloe again. Finally, she feels a hand grab her from behind. The giant face that appears before her, however, isnt Chloe, Its Vannie. She grins at her:
Hey cutie. She says, rubbing Jill all over, than pausing and sniffing her hair. Jill laughs at the tickling feeling from her hair rising into the air. After a moment, Vannie clasps Jill to her bosom and Jill gets to look around. The residents of Tinyville are scattered around the table, quite a few having been picked up by Chloes friends. One- Phyllis Jill thinks- is letting a Tiny boy stand on her palm, but the rest had grabbed theirs. Across from her, one girl is gently toying with and manipulating a girl with her fingers, moving arms, legs and the like, occasionally stroking her legs. Another is placing groups of Tinies in various cages (Jill observes this with a shiver, although the girl leaves the doors open), seemingly running drills to test the traps. As Jill watches, she tells a few Tines to run across the table, then nets them and lifts them, laughing, into the air. A final girl is holding a pair of Tiny boys upside down and licking (not kissing) their exposed stomachs as they laugh, tongue working its way slowly into the waistband of their pants
Rachel! She jumps with a guilty expression on her face, dropping her boys. Fortunately, they land unharmed. Chloes looking at her, a trifle exasperated: Cmon Rachel, those are my boy-toys. Get your own. The two, sensing opportunity, quickly come over to Chloe, who picks them up and starts drying them off with the collar of her shirt.
Rachel cant help it: these Tinies are just begging to be picked up and played with. Vannie declares, calmly stroking Jill. In a few cases, what she says is literally true, but its for Chloe. Chloe comes over:
Whos that youve got there? Ah, its my little Cheer-Jill. You have a good eye. Vannie squeals, then turns Jill over and over. She starts to get a bit dizzy:
This is cheer-Jill. Wow. Vannie nuzzles Jill, who senses approval from Chloe and rubs a bit in return, I see you didnt give him to Peter. I can see why. Chloe holds out her hand for Jill. Vannie pouts, but hands her over. Jill hugs her mistresss hand tight as she is brought up to her face. Chloe blows on her, and Jill shrieks in delight as the breeze ruffles her clothing. Shes a bit disappointed shes not wearing her cheerleaders outfit. Chloe beams at her:
Yep, thats my little number 1/7. She tells Vannie. Vannie puts a hand to her head, clearly thinking hard:
Wait, 1/7 7 is my number. Jill has my number except, like, a fraction. Were you thinking of me when you rescued her? Chloe nods:
Yes, but not in the way you think. I think that if I hadnt rescued her myself, you would have grabbed her yourself, if she had stayed at that ridiculous Normal school. Vannie agrees:
Youre right about that. Ooh, youre lucky you saw her first. Jill can hear a bit of disappointment in her voice. Chloe laughs:
Dont worry, youll get a set of Tinies for your very own in a few hours. Vannie nods, relived. Suddenly, a male voice appears from behind Vannie:
Chloe? Wheres Peter? The boys who had been over next to the electronic equipment are all standing behind Vannie, who gives an eep and steps away as if they were infectious. Jill notices that the boys are all stealing glances at the Tinies on the table, or rather the girls. Several were staring openly at her, clasped in an unfortunate position at Chloes breasts. Chloe frowns:
Quick looking at my breasts, sickos. The boy in front ignores her, pointing at Jill (and Chloes breasts, of course):
I heard you call that one Jill. Isnt that the name of the little cheerleader you promised Peter if he helped you? Chloe looks a bit shifty, but looks him square in the face:
No, I just promised him a little cheerleader. My little cheer-Jills mine. As if to illustrate her point, she clasps Jill so hard that even surrounded by her mistresss soft flesh she has to squeak from lack of air. The boy gives Chloe a measuring look:
I see. I guess that explains why Peter called to say he wont be coming.
What?! Chloe screeched, probably more dismayed at the fact that Peter could still function than at the repletion of news shes already had. Matt nods:
He said we could do what we want, for our reward. Dan and Michael went over to talk to him, theyll finish their jobs when they come back. I hope were clear that we get to decide what Tinies we want, and how many, right? Theres a bit of a threat in his voice: clearly, he doesnt trust Chloe one bit.
Of course were clear, thats what we said. No more than fifty, though. Another boy chuckles:
I think fifty little hotties will be plenty. I probably dont have enough time to have fun with more than ten at a time anyways. The other two both nod agreement, Chloe masks a look of disgust. The first one goes on:
Good. Theres a bit of a problem, however: Peter and his Tiny were supposed to fill out their last assignment inside the school, but clearly that wont happen. Jill idly wonders what this assignment was, clearly it was meant for her. Chloes eyes start to glaze a bit as the boy starts talking tech-babble: With such limited access, Were going to have to pick and choose how much of the network we can take over. Well only be able to take the DNA database from the Archived files, and well only have complete control of the Normal buildings. Well have cameras, but loudspeakers, power and external door control will be limited. The net wont be complete. Chloe breaks in confidently:
That doesnt matter: Im sure my Tinies can get the job done outside. The boy looks skeptical, but shrugs:
Okay. Just dont say I didnt warn you. They all turn and go back to their equipment. Chloe and the girls all watch them go, muttering among themselves about acne and sweat, both heavily in evidence on the boys. Chloe gives a groan:
Nerds! She says, a bit too loud. The three all stiffen for a moment, but resume walking. Suddenly, a voice comes from the front:
"Nerds? Just what I need. Registration time!" It's Tom, holding a large cage strewn with pieces of flimsy cloth: his harem. He holds the door open for Marcy, who he'd walked over, and strides confidently towards the back. The three all grab strange devices: what looked like a gun, with a trigger, but it had a small screen mounted on it, and the end wasn't a barrel, but a large, pointy cone. Toms harem had all bounded out of the cage, dancing along the table marked "10s" by the time the nerds arrived. With delighted shrieks, they rush up to the nerds and form lines, carelessly pulling up their shirts (if they had them) in order to bear their breasts to the nerds.
Jill shudders in disgust as she sees a nerd lean forward, examining intensely: from the way Chloe and her friends had acted, they were repulsed by the boys. Jill can see why, with their sweaty hands and horrible acne. The intensity and calm with which they examine all those chests confirms her feelings of revulsion. She nearly gags at the idea of being examined the same way, when her time comes. I hope Chloe does it herself! She thinks What theyre doing soon becomes obvious even from this distance, Jill can see that, as the harem girls turn away to Tom, theres a big black mark where the device touched their skin. Clearly, theyre receiving tattoos from the nerds. Tom licks each Girls tattoo in turn as they move away. Meanwhile, on the table, Chloe is dividing her Tinies up into sixth groups, one for each girl. Jill notices that she very pointedly gives Rachel only girl Tinies, clearly she would be unable to keep her mind on the work if she had boy-toys to play with.
Jill shivers in delight as she joins a few other Tinies clustered around Chloe: Chloe gives them a sort of group hug as she and her friends sit around talking idly, waiting for the nerds to come over and register them. Her Tinies, of course, dont sit around and talk, they all stare longingly at Chloe. A few make desperate bids to reach her, but these are easily overcome by the laughing giantesses behind them. As the nerds finish with Tom, Mr. Richard and Mrs. Alexandra walk in, looking somber. Jill notices with some dismay that there are tear tracks on Mrs. Alexandras face, noticeable only to a Tiny. They greet the Nerds cordially, and then present their own Tinies. Jill sees with some relief that they get the tattoo on their stomach, but her gorge rises as the Nerds exclaim over the maids- who all bow to them promptly and in unison. Clearly, Mr. Richard has been training them. After only a minimum of fuss, its Marcys turn: she presents her dolls ot the nerds, and berates them for the entire time that theyre tattooing her dolls feet. Unfortunately, her constant attention makes them nervous, with the result that one of them slips up doing Wade:
You IDIOT! Shrieks Marcy, quickly rushing over to examine the error. From what Jill can tell, theres only a small amount of Ink on Wades ankle, but from the way her Mistresss sister goes on one would think he had sliced the offending appendage off entirely. Eventually, Mrs. Alexandra comforts Marcy and takes her away, still sitting imprecations at the nerd. Jill even starts to feel a bit sorry for them, having experienced one of Marcys tantrums herself, but then she notices one of the others casually feeling up Jackie while theyre all distracted and gets repelled once more. At long last, however, its Chloes Tinies turn. Jill tries to hide her nervousness by clinging to Chloe, but she simply shakes her of and pushes her towards the center of the table. The operation, thankfully, is brief: Jill pulls up the back of her shirt, the nerd approaches, sticks the hard, cold piece of metal into her shoulder blade (Jill gives a gasp), and pulls the trigger.
No one had warned her of the sharp pain at first, so she gives a sharp cry, but after that its simply a rough brushing feeling over her bare skin. The instant the Nerds done, Jill drops her shirt and scrambles to Chloe for comfort. She give sit easily, taking Jill into her lap and stroking her for a while. When Jill reemerges on the table, she sees that everyones finished and the family, the nerds and the girls are all conversing above their heads. The Tinies are discreetly reading their Tattoos to each other. Jill finds an unfamiliar girl, and they do the service for each other. Hers reads: JILL TINY: PROPERTY OF CHLOE GARRITY. Jill closes her eyes and shivers in pleasure at the words. Suddenly, she notices Chloe grinning down at them all:
Well my pets, your mine now. She pronounces, carefully inspecting each Tattoo. Jill gives a shiver as her soft fingertip brushes her own bare shoulder. Chloe turns and assumes a commanding position:
Now, lets finalize our plans
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