Marissa's romantic Vision
My name is Jill Tiny
chapter 16
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"You two are, like, an item!" she squealed in delight as she stared down at the two tinies in her hands, her face breaking into a true, delighted smile. The two looked at each other, and they smile, unable, despite her rough treatment, to deny either the bond between them or her frank, honest pleasure. Her enthusiasm was positively infectious. They nodded to each other, and spoke up:
"Yes, we are." They said simply and simultaneously. Their small voices instantly sent the girl into new transports of delight. She shrieks, clapping her hands together:
"You can talk!" unfortunately, her hands were not empty when she clapped, and she smashed the two tinies together with enough force to stun them for a moment. When their eyes stopped flashing with stars, the girl was leaning over their two entangled bodies, looking panicked and saying in a panicked voice:
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please be okay, I didn't meant to hurt you, I'm sorry..." The two tinies disentangled themselves from each other, throbbing painfully in arms, legs, head... essentially everywhere. They hold their heads and clutch their ears at her shrill, loud voice, and she gets the message. She shuts up as they slowly start to feel human again. When they finally relax, she says, with true contrition rather than panic:
"I'm sorry." her green eyes were watching them, concerned, "I didn't mean to hurt you." They both nodded wearily and, somewhat relived, she grinned a little, eyes wicked:
"But at least I brought you together again, right?" The words themselves were innocuous, but her voice was loaded with amused suggestion. They were both completely comfortable with each other's bodies and actions, but the girl asked the question in just the right tone of voice that they both literally flushed around their entire bodies, and the girl gave a small, amused but not truly mean snigger as they both scrambled apart, getting their bodies into some sort of order, sitting on her hands, holding each others hands chastely. Her face went solemn again, as her unwitting injury of the two had put some sense of propriety into her:
"My name's Marissa," she tells her two tiny visitors, "What are your names?" They looked at each other, a bit surprised at this sudden show of manners from their energetic, enthusiastic host, especially given their... less-than-proper state of dress. Still, they had been raised to be polite so they answered promptly:
"My name's Jill."
"And mine's Tyler." Marissa gently shifted Tyler closer to Jill so they could both fit on her left hand as she used her right to extend a finger to each of them:
"Nice to meet you, Jill. Tyler." She shook each one's hand with her forefinger in turn. Than, her duty done, Marissa was unable to contain herself any further:
"So, what are you two doing in my house? Oh!" She exclaimed, green eyes sparkling and going far away, "I bet I know! You two are in love, and decided to run away from, like, your parents right? Because, like, they were mean and wouldn't let you be together right? So you're so incredibly dirty because you had to run away on the ground when they caught you together, like, naked, right? and you decided, like, to try my house, because you saw the boxes and decided to stow away to be, like, together, right? That is SO romantic! Don't worry you cute tiny couple you, I won't ruin your plans, you can come with me and you guys can be my little friends and be together, like, forever, right?" Her voice rose with each new sentence, a vision of the tiny, romantic love story she was building rising before her eyes and entrancing her, making her talk faster, and even louder, and excitedly, and also causing her to speak far less comprehensibly.
Unfortunately, the tinies in her hand hadn't recovered very much, and as her voice rose sharply they cried out (unnoticed) in pain, barely registering anything past "you're running away from, like, your parents". Even this was enough to set off alarm bells in their heads, but by then the pitch and volume of her rambling voice had sent them cavorting in pain, the massive vibrations sending shockwaves of pain up and down their abused bodies. Once again, it took Marissa a while to get the fact that her wild love story was causing her imagined "little friends" agony. When it did, however, at least the resulting bout of reasonable behavior and gentleness lasted much longer:
"I'm sorry, that's so stupid of me, I'll keep my voice down." Contrition ran true through her words, but her listeners were still in agony from her last bout. She sniffed a bit as they continued to lie there, limp and in agony. "I think we should just finish what we came to do and get out quickly so you guys can recover, all right?" she asks gently. Swimming in an ocean of vibrating pain, Jill is still conscious enough to lift her head, in confusion "What we came here to do"? she thinks groggily. It is far too late to do anything, however, as Marissa lowered them to the water slowly and slipped them under the surface. They both thrashed a bit as they went under, but Marissa brought them up frequently for air as she gently lathered each, in turn with soap and rinsed them off, rubbing them all over as she did so.
There was no possible way that what she was doing could not be intimate, but she was careful to make sure that her thumb lingered no longer in any one area. She was gentle, but thorough, getting rid of each and every spot of filth on their respective bodies, and somehow, at the same time, letting one touch the other for a moment here and there, to show them about her completely innocent attentions. Several times Jill or Tyler tried to struggle their way out of their completely unexpected bath, but each time Marrisaa took it as something equivalent to a pain-induced nightmare, and kept them still with a couple of fingers while waiting for them to exhaust themselves. After a while, they both slipped off into dreamland, their pains and aches rendered unnoticeable by her gentle touch. Finally, she finished, and set them on the top of the toilet lid on a towel. Returning to herself, she moved far quicker, rougher and more efficiently, quickly annihilating any hint of dirt and rising out of the water, water streaming off her body as she stepped out.
Looking down, Marrisa saw that Jill had rolled over in her sleep, putting an arm around Tyler and the two were now cuddled against each other. The tiny sight was possibly THE most romantically adorable thing she had ever seen. Stepping into a bathrobe, she picked up the towel they were lying on ever so gently and carried the sleeping tinies out of the bathroom. Jill and Tyler awoke...
"Yes, we are." They said simply and simultaneously. Their small voices instantly sent the girl into new transports of delight. She shrieks, clapping her hands together:
"You can talk!" unfortunately, her hands were not empty when she clapped, and she smashed the two tinies together with enough force to stun them for a moment. When their eyes stopped flashing with stars, the girl was leaning over their two entangled bodies, looking panicked and saying in a panicked voice:
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please be okay, I didn't meant to hurt you, I'm sorry..." The two tinies disentangled themselves from each other, throbbing painfully in arms, legs, head... essentially everywhere. They hold their heads and clutch their ears at her shrill, loud voice, and she gets the message. She shuts up as they slowly start to feel human again. When they finally relax, she says, with true contrition rather than panic:
"I'm sorry." her green eyes were watching them, concerned, "I didn't mean to hurt you." They both nodded wearily and, somewhat relived, she grinned a little, eyes wicked:
"But at least I brought you together again, right?" The words themselves were innocuous, but her voice was loaded with amused suggestion. They were both completely comfortable with each other's bodies and actions, but the girl asked the question in just the right tone of voice that they both literally flushed around their entire bodies, and the girl gave a small, amused but not truly mean snigger as they both scrambled apart, getting their bodies into some sort of order, sitting on her hands, holding each others hands chastely. Her face went solemn again, as her unwitting injury of the two had put some sense of propriety into her:
"My name's Marissa," she tells her two tiny visitors, "What are your names?" They looked at each other, a bit surprised at this sudden show of manners from their energetic, enthusiastic host, especially given their... less-than-proper state of dress. Still, they had been raised to be polite so they answered promptly:
"My name's Jill."
"And mine's Tyler." Marissa gently shifted Tyler closer to Jill so they could both fit on her left hand as she used her right to extend a finger to each of them:
"Nice to meet you, Jill. Tyler." She shook each one's hand with her forefinger in turn. Than, her duty done, Marissa was unable to contain herself any further:
"So, what are you two doing in my house? Oh!" She exclaimed, green eyes sparkling and going far away, "I bet I know! You two are in love, and decided to run away from, like, your parents right? Because, like, they were mean and wouldn't let you be together right? So you're so incredibly dirty because you had to run away on the ground when they caught you together, like, naked, right? and you decided, like, to try my house, because you saw the boxes and decided to stow away to be, like, together, right? That is SO romantic! Don't worry you cute tiny couple you, I won't ruin your plans, you can come with me and you guys can be my little friends and be together, like, forever, right?" Her voice rose with each new sentence, a vision of the tiny, romantic love story she was building rising before her eyes and entrancing her, making her talk faster, and even louder, and excitedly, and also causing her to speak far less comprehensibly.
Unfortunately, the tinies in her hand hadn't recovered very much, and as her voice rose sharply they cried out (unnoticed) in pain, barely registering anything past "you're running away from, like, your parents". Even this was enough to set off alarm bells in their heads, but by then the pitch and volume of her rambling voice had sent them cavorting in pain, the massive vibrations sending shockwaves of pain up and down their abused bodies. Once again, it took Marissa a while to get the fact that her wild love story was causing her imagined "little friends" agony. When it did, however, at least the resulting bout of reasonable behavior and gentleness lasted much longer:
"I'm sorry, that's so stupid of me, I'll keep my voice down." Contrition ran true through her words, but her listeners were still in agony from her last bout. She sniffed a bit as they continued to lie there, limp and in agony. "I think we should just finish what we came to do and get out quickly so you guys can recover, all right?" she asks gently. Swimming in an ocean of vibrating pain, Jill is still conscious enough to lift her head, in confusion "What we came here to do"? she thinks groggily. It is far too late to do anything, however, as Marissa lowered them to the water slowly and slipped them under the surface. They both thrashed a bit as they went under, but Marissa brought them up frequently for air as she gently lathered each, in turn with soap and rinsed them off, rubbing them all over as she did so.
There was no possible way that what she was doing could not be intimate, but she was careful to make sure that her thumb lingered no longer in any one area. She was gentle, but thorough, getting rid of each and every spot of filth on their respective bodies, and somehow, at the same time, letting one touch the other for a moment here and there, to show them about her completely innocent attentions. Several times Jill or Tyler tried to struggle their way out of their completely unexpected bath, but each time Marrisaa took it as something equivalent to a pain-induced nightmare, and kept them still with a couple of fingers while waiting for them to exhaust themselves. After a while, they both slipped off into dreamland, their pains and aches rendered unnoticeable by her gentle touch. Finally, she finished, and set them on the top of the toilet lid on a towel. Returning to herself, she moved far quicker, rougher and more efficiently, quickly annihilating any hint of dirt and rising out of the water, water streaming off her body as she stepped out.
Looking down, Marrisa saw that Jill had rolled over in her sleep, putting an arm around Tyler and the two were now cuddled against each other. The tiny sight was possibly THE most romantically adorable thing she had ever seen. Stepping into a bathrobe, she picked up the towel they were lying on ever so gently and carried the sleeping tinies out of the bathroom. Jill and Tyler awoke...
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