6.5k words, f/f, size-altered duplication, incidental contact f/m, humorous fluff, slight pining for friend, system member protagonist, romance, transfem protagonists, girls giving (tiny) girls hormones, mouthplay oral sex, ends with an invitation to the reader's imagination
Stef Q Markey, the credit card had said. Ivy had practically burned it into her brain like it was one of those archaic credit card imprinters under the register desk – not the card number though!! No, Ivy's memory was anything but eidetic normally. But when this customer was in the book store, somehow she became all eyes, taking in every little curve and detail, every ray of light cast astray by Stef's earrings, that terse walk, the way she held her shoulders... if Ivy didn't stop herself she'd drift off fantasizing about massaging those shoulders, how those strong and tense they would feel to her relatively small hands, and how they'd loosen once she found the way to make them unwind, drift off until – a customer was right in front of her!
Oh, it was just Reid staring at her, Kailey's boyfriend. (Kailey – that's Ivy's coworker at the bookstore.) "Oh, sorry Reid, I zoned out. she's... I can't remember if she's scheduled today or not but I haven't seen her," Ivy said. "But, I just got in a bit ago so she might even be here, I don't know," she lied, just in case Kailey said otherwise later.
Reid raised an eyebrow. "That's fine, I know she's not here. I'm trying to get a something ready for her actually. Can you help me make sure I actually surprise her?"
"Sure!" Ivy said, knowing depending on what Reid needed that could easily be a lie. "I can tell you where anything is if you have something in mind."
"Just right up here," Reid said. "Can you ring me up for this book —" he handed Ivy the book and she scanned it — "and hit the 'Customer Copy' button on the register during the transaction, then —" Ivy hit the Customer Copy button on the register and the text 'Customer Copy: 1' appeared at the bottom of the screen below where it said how much Reid would save if he signed up for a store membership. Ivy paused. She'd never seen it display anything there before when she did a gift receipt, but that wasn't why she paused – there was a strange whirring sound from beside the register in the little area under the counter customers put their books on.
Reid's smile was almost bashful when she looked over at him. "... then, uhh, just put the little thing it makes into a separate bag, make sure it doesn't get squashed by the book you know?" It was Ivy's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Before you say anything, this is for Kailey. I'm not into self-cest or tiny men or whatever so spare me your judgements."
What fuck is this man talking about, and what does it have to do with getting an extra receipt? Ivy asked internally, incredulous, but she put on a mild expression. Then she looked on the little circular dais below the counter where the sound had come from. Ivy had always assumed this device was for charging cell phones or walkie talkies or scan guns, whichever of those it was that she hadn't tried. But on the little metal circle stood indeed a Copy of the Customer, clothed as he was, about three inches tall. And it appeared to be alive.
It was impossible to keep a straight face now. Ivy tried not to laugh but she just snorted instead. "Why do we have this in the store," she said aloud to no one.
"Please, Ivy. It's for Kailey." Reid was so ready to literally beg, she could tell. But this was too much to make sense of that quickly, she needed time to think. So she put the book in the bag, got another bag open, and herded the miniature person in with Reid's receipt, avoiding touching the creature. Reid left with a smile and both bags. Ivy stepped between the cameras and got her phone out to message Kailey.
Trellis head: bro WHATT does the customer copy button do??!!
Tiny man enthusiast: how did you find out about that?
Tiny man enthusiast: wtf is this nickname
Trellis head: accurate is what it is
Tiny man enthusiast: gdi i told him not to do it if you were the one at the register
Trellis head: ahaha so you admit i know your secret then!!
Admitted tiny man toucher: fuck
Admitted tiny man toucher: oh come on with the nickname
Admitted tiny man toucher: are you going to rib me about this forever?
Trellis head: hmm
Trellis head: perhaps there will be a reprieve if you explain to me how the hell this works? NOT why it turns you on (!!) like what the hell is this button for what are the intricacies of the things it does
Admitted tiny man toucher: fine. tomorrow when we work.
Trellis head: fine
Admitted tiny man toucher: have a nice shift ig
Trellis head: maybe. have a nice orgasm or w/e
Admitted tiny man toucher: u know it bro
Ivy smiled, mind ready to go back to thinking about Stef again. Stef, not Stephanie, it said on her card. Ivy got the vibes that Stef found that name a little later in life – she didn't try to clock people but she got those vibes too, and wondered if her whole name was deliberately chosen. And every time thought of the matter she wondered, what does the Q stand for?
"What does the Q stand for?" she had ended up wondering aloud. Luckily there was no one at the register besides her, right? No, there was. And not just anyone, Stef, in the flesh, had come to her register.
If Ivy could have become a tremendous and terrible spider of cosmic proportions and devoured the entire meta-system of multiverses in a matter of moments in order to not deal with just having spoken that aloud in this situation, she would have taken the option in a heartbeat. As things were, she stared and blushed furiously.
Stef stared down at her, flat affect in her expression. "Cute," she said after awhile. "But can you ring me up?"
If the sun were right next to her, Ivy would have simply jumped into it and burned up. Stef hadn't even heard her ask the embarrassingly weird question that had been on her mind, it seemed, so basically she'd just stood staring like a fool when Stef had come to check out.
The sun being outside and still one whole Astronomical Unit away, Ivy instead grabbed the book Stef had picked, scanned it, and put it in a bag. But Ivy's brain hung. There was something she was supposed to do, something that had occurred to her... it was almost too — but there was no time to think about it.
Then autopilot kicked in. "Do you have a store membership? You can save three dollars on this book if you do, or if not you can save three dollars on a membership if you sign up today." Ivy hated everything that was coming out of her mouth. She remembered he instant she started speaking that Stef hadn't had one, of course she remembered. As soon as she had launched into the spiel she forgot what she'd been staring at on the screen that had preoccupied her mind, the thought lost to spirals of social anxiety.
"That's fine. You have a nice day though," Stef said, took her bag, and walked off.
As Ivy asked herself why she lost it like that, the thing she'd seen right before she pitched the membership popped back into her mind. "Customer Copy: 1," had it said? Or was that just an image stuck in her mind from earlier?
Ivy looked under the counter.
"You look like you got laid," Kailey said.
"As if!" Ivy snapped, then grimaced realizing what she'd said was at her own expense. "You're one to talk," she adjusted after a few seconds, chiding herself that it wasn't her first response. And it was true, Kailey had a big satisfied smile on, her hands prone to meeting behind her head between elbows raised up. Did she know how it made Ivy's heart flutter when she did that? There was no accounting for who was straight though, and that was that.
"You wanted to know about the button, right?" Kailey asked later during a break between customers.
"I... I think I'll just leave it alone," Ivy said.
"Hmm, okay," Kailey said, but with a look on her face like 'I see you'.
After both their breaks, Reid came to the register during a lull. "I need to return this, please," he said, handing the book and receipt from yesterday to Kailey.
"And you know that'll void the customer copy, right?" asked Kailey, her tone completely incongruous with her words, almost wicked with unknown innuendo.
"I wouldn't have it any other way," Reid said. Then, when Kailey processed the transaction, he nearly collapsed forward, catching himself with an arm on the counter. When he looked up, it was with wide eyes in wonder to stare at Kailey.
They whispered some sweet things to each other that Ivy did her best to ignore, rolling her eyes. She didn't know what this performance was, but what had happened to the diminutive version of Reid that she'd herded into the bag? 'Voided'?
Then Reid turned to Ivy, a little bit of a frown on his face. "I don't bite, you know?" he said.
Later, after Ivy had covered an 'extra break' for Kailey so her stupid 'tiny boyfriend' could 'fuck her in the walk-in freezer or whatever', she cornered Kailey when there were no customers coming through. "Come on, what's this really about? Are you both pretending he really was that... animated miniature or whatever it was?"
Kailey laughed. "I thought you weren't interested anymore? For all he knows he was that little tiny thing, once it disappears. That's how he remembered you pushed him in the bag with the receipt like he was a bug or something. Props on that by the way, he was so bent out of shape about it when he got to me! Might have to start folding him up in the receipt when he's bad."
Then Kailey paused, staring. Ivy froze slightly – she had hoped she would just keep talking and not think critically. "What made you stop being curious before?" she asked.
Damn it, Ivy thought. It didn't matter if she said anything, there was only one explanation Kailey's mind would go to. But Ivy hadn't actually pressed the button that second time, had she?
Through half-lidded eyes, Kailey's gaze was a droll one, not accusing, as she whispered, "Conjectured tiny woman apprehender," in the style of one of the nicknames Ivy had given her in their chat the day before. Then she clocked out and walked off laughing, her shift over at that moment. If that girl had anything it was a sense of timing.
Ivy's mind was stuck a moment back though. Was she? A tiny woman apprehender, that was. Ivy was no stranger to having gaps in memory and needing to collaboratively piece things together, and with foot traffic in the store following its tendency to remain single-digit in the last hour before close, she had plenty of unoccupied time to work at it. Upon considering, it was true, Ivy didn't remember the end of her shift yesterday.
Some days, that would just be that, Ivy trusting the mechanics at work in her mind to give her the information she needed and not picking at things that didn't come readily to mind. That's part of what made Ivy the way she was, made being Ivy as wonderful as it was – she was excellent at working within given parameters and trusting the mind from which they arose. But this was her job, she loved her job, she had to keep her job, and she was the one in charge of that!! So she had to ask.
Calista, I need to ask you something, Ivy thought. She wouldn't do this at work normally, but if she was gonna have another fugue after her shift there wouldn't be time so it had to be now. That context for her desire to ask here was there for Calista to read too, without it having to be explicated.
If you want a straight answer, you gotta be able to keep a straight face, Calista said within their mind. Of course she'd know more than the most immediate context.
And yeah, exactly as Calista thought, Ivy couldn't even think her question about Little Stef explicitly without blushing. "Nope, kid, you're too gay to keep a straight face," she muttered under her breath. A pair of customers were coming and she knew Ivy still would be weird and useless for a minute, so she just stayed at the front and checked them out, then gave it back to Ivy after they walked out.
"You can't be serious," Ivy whispered, to anyone else's eyes 'to herself' though actually to Calista.
It's a bookstore, not a library, don't whisper, Calista teased, and Ivy schooled her lips to stillness.
Quit delaying. Tell me: what happened yesterday from the time that Stef came to the register. Ivy was resolute.
Fine, Calista verbalized, then she visualized the sequence of events.
Ivy had been a swooning mess and she'd hopped in, perfect opportunity to sneak in such a small motion. She had steadied (relatively) and (mis)handled the rest of the social situation, but what she saw under the counter had knocked her flat.
"Hello," Calista had said quietly, drawing out the second syllable, as she looked down at the little thing.
"How did... what just happened to me?" miniature had Stef asked, clearly fighting fear.
"That doesn't matter, all that matters is you're here now," Calista had said, half under her breath. She brought a hand closer to Stef, one of her short-trimmed coral-gel-painted fingernails getting within a few 'feet' of her from the scale of Stef's perspective.
"Wait," Stef had said, her demeanor changing as she reached a hand out to touch the soft skin of Calista's fingertip. "You're that cute girl Ivy from the bookstore!" She'd put her hand over her mouth after that last slipped out, but not the hand that was already occupied.
"More or less," Calista had remarked.
"A lot more, seems like," Stef had said, perhaps misunderstanding.
This had drawn a broad smile to Calista's face. "I'm going to take you now," she had said. With that, she had put her hand around the miniature human, who relaxed into the grip as it closed gently around her. The tiny copy of Stef had been placed in a cardigan pocket and left there for the remaining half hour of Ivy's shift, though it was Calista who worked it.
You're telling me we just pocketed her and she was fine with it? Ivy asked, the possibility seeming outlandish to her.
Wait until we get home, you'll see, Calista responded.
The rest of the shift passed quickly, Calista sticking around just watching as Ivy bagged up the newspapers and looked over the merchandise floor after the doors were locked.
She stuck around on the train home, too. At first Ivy thought it was weird for Calista to insist on spending this time with her, but then it dawned that this was for her own sake, to keep her from slipping out after the stretch of the day spent at the bookstore was done. That was Ivy's favorite place; she loved that store, her coworkers, and the tasks and pace of her job.
I know you usually hate our apartment but now there's a reason for you to want to be there: we brought one of your beloved customers home, Calista brightly urged, having sensed the negative space that Ivy's thoughts surrounded.
"Pretty sure they say bringing your work home with you can upset the balance of your mental health," Ivy mused aloud. If any other ears heard, the head they were attached to probably just nodded sagely.
Calista got off the train and took the stairs back to ground level, then walked the three blocks it took to get to her studio apartment. Our studio apartment, she reminded herself on behalf of her companion. Ivy reluctantly tagged along despite her habit to subside as they took the remainder of this walk: two flights of stairs up, then in with an RFID scanner and down the hall, left, and into the second on the left with a key.
It wasn't as bad as Ivy had remembered it, she thought as she looked around. Whatever Calista had done with the place, and with the clutter still in most places it couldn't have been that much, it somehow felt a lot softer on the eyes. Ivy idly wondered why she didn't see the apartment more often before finding a reason, then almost started wondering why she was seeing it now before she remembered.
"Where is she?" Ivy asked, holding at bay Calista's urge to just kick back in the comfy chair.
"Whoever do you mean?" Calista asked, tone teasingly formal.
Come on, you don't think I forgot that quick, do you? Ivy asked.
She can hear us if we speak aloud, Calista explained, deciding not to leave the mental space to question why that was good or important. Ivy would see soon enough.
"Fine, have it your way, aloud. Tell me, Calista, where's Stef?" Ivy asked, every rise of intonation dripping with impatience.
"Oh, that customer you like? Who knows, probably wherever she goes when she's not at the bookstore. Or, wait, did you mean Little Stef?" Calista was enjoying this too much.
"Cali. For fuck's sake. Where. Where's the tiny person that you made us abscond with." Ivy was done entertaining this nonsense.
"Fine." An image came to Ivy of a small pillow and small blanket carefully laid at the bottom of a deep drawer on the nightstand, the drawer left open by an inch or two to let in fresh air. It was easy to tell Calista wasn't upset though, she was smiling. Ivy tried not to be irritated further by the fact; better to get them both out of this contentious mode if she could.
Then the damnedest thing happened: Calista subsided. Ivy figured she was probably still watching silently like she tended to when away from the front – though she never was much for paying attention to conversations – but Ivy had the feeling that otherwise, it was just her here.
Well, not just Ivy. She stepped with gentle footfalls toward the nightstand. Just as Calista had remembered, the bottom drawer was ajar about an inch and a half, and Ivy did not hasten to move it.
"Hello in there?" she said, her voice soft, tentative. Calista couldn't actually lie when she showed visual memories, but Ivy hadn't truly seen ""Little Stef"", as Calista had called her, in this specific memory, just the bedding and the drawer. So as she spoke, she was prepared for the possibility that Stef was actually stashed somewhere else.
There was a little sound, an indistinct slow rustling just a hair louder than what passed for relative silence in this part of town. "I hope if you're in there, it won't startle you when I open the drawer. I'm gonna do it at a pace that seems slow and gentle to me, but it might be jarring at your size." Ivy could handle this 'taking care of a tiny person' business, piece of cake!! The drawer was the 'file' kind designed to accommodate a ton of paper; with such little weight in it, it slid easily.
Ivy hadn't imagined that this moment would feel significant to her the way it did. She'd seen and nearly touched a miniature human before, but that had just been Reid. She'd seen the tiny miniature of Stef, but that had been in Calista's memory. This was the first time Ivy laid eyes on her, as she was.
Stef had always seemed so far above everything in the bookstore; Ivy had considered that part of her charm, but seeing those features staring up in awe and adoration instead, that charm was in no way diminished. That's not to say it wasn't altered, though; it's hard to feel 'seductively intimidated' looking at such a cute little thing, especially with this almost pleading demeanor in place.
But not altogether unintimidated – Ivy found herself at a loss. The tiny Stef in the drawer gazed up at her so expectantly, and Ivy didn't know how to act. "Uh, hi there," she said. "Did you... did you have a nice rest in there?"
Stef looked confused, a little hesitant, but spoke up: "Yes Mistress, I did!" Mistress?? What had Calista done to this poor little thing? Judging by Stef's return to an expression of appeasing docility, Ivy must have shown her emotions on her face. No, poor little thing, those emotions aren't directed at you, Ivy thought.
"It's okay," Ivy said. "You don't need to call me that. And I'm sorry if 'I' didn't treat you right last night." She pronounced the single quotes distinctly.
"No, Mistress Ivy, Mistress Calista was lovely to me." Stef's mouth moved, but Ivy's jaw dropped. She could not believe that she was hearing that name out of someone else's mouth. Ivy didn't talk to anybody about Calista, and in return for all Calista's rules she followed she insisted on very few rules of her own, but one was paramount: Only Ivy got to introduce herself by name in person. It always seemed smoother than the alternative, to just be forgetful in the eyes of others instead of distrusted.
But it wasn't Ivy's style to just sit here and catch flies on her tongue – after only a few seconds, she gathered herself and insisted, "Please, just Ivy for me."
Stef may have looked a little uncertain, but not near as much as Ivy felt. "I'm glad I get to meet you Ivy, The Mistress said much about you last night."
Ivy could hear the capital letters. Well, at least one of us adapts quickly, she thought. Her own mind besides that was reeling – would Calista have said about her? The two hadn't always had the nicest words for one another, but that had been behind them for a while. "What did she say about me?"
Stef beamed. "She told me how funny and sweet You are, She told me what You like, She taught me a whisper of how You like it." Ivy flushed bright red. "I begged her to," Stef explained.
Ivy almost wished she would explain her explanation, but then she dreaded to hear that too. But then, in the memory Calista had shared, the miniature Stef called her 'that cute girl who works at the bookstore' or some-such, and had let herself be grabbed almost like... well, it was better not to continue projecting intentions when you could catch yourself starting to, Ivy reflected, cutting off the other line of thought.
"Were you comfortable in there for the day?" Ivy asked, gesturing at the drawer surrounding her diminutive guest.
"I wished all day that I could adorn the body of You and The Mistress, but if I had to spend anywhere alone instead, this was a comfortable place," Stef said. There was a hesitancy about her though.
"Come on, if there's something I can make better about your resting space I want to know," Ivy said, eyes locked with the drawer's occupant.
Stef shook her head. "It's not that. I just haven't had my hormones since being brought here. Don't worry, I'll–"
Ivy cut her off with a raised index finger, stepped away, and returned with a saucer and a small clattering bottle. "Were you on a blocker as well?" Tiny Stef seemed confused at Ivy's brisk response but she nodded. "Well, not under my care." She took out a small blue pill, broke it in half, popped the half back into the bottle, and closed it. The blue half-pill went in the pill cutter, then Ivy took out a blue quarter-pill, smashed it between the saucer and the back of her nail, and offered it to Stef, who seemed surprised at this turn of events. "Gather about twice as much as you'd take for the day – to scale, you know – and then split it in three parts - every eight hours." Ivy's face took on a pensive expression as she watched Stef gather small chunks of the estradiol pill. She cracked a smile as she saw the cute little thing stuff a few bits into her cheeks.
"What are You thinking about, Mistre— uhh, Ivy?" Stef asked after the pill had mostly dissolved.
"Progesterone dosage," Ivy said. "They come in gel-caps of a certain size, and the best way to take progesterone is..." She trailed off to escape the end of the sentence, but it became clear Stef knew this one anyway.
"I'll get my clothes off right away," the tiny girl in the drawer resolved, and Ivy was too slow to stop her. Not quick enough to realize that and turn away either, she just gawked as she grasped for the words to stop Stef from stripping. Then it was too late and Ivy was struck silent even more thoroughly, staring as that vest came off then the camisole under it pulled up and away, first exposing Stef's waist, then her breasts, her armpits, her face – she stared right back at Ivy, smiling with a sort of pride once she saw the larger girl's expression.
Just like that she was back to it, unbuttoning her jeans and slipping both them and her panties off of her hips, down her thighs, and bunching them around her ankles before bending to slip her socked feet out one at a time. All she wore was the pair of ankle socks, and she was looking right up at Ivy. This was Stef, no mistaking it, and she was no less gorgeous than all the other times Ivy had seen her. But this time Ivy stared nakedly; only fair that she be just as exposed in some small way.
"Ivy," Stef said, her tone low but not soft, gentle but not weak, "I won't bite, I won't do anything risky; you can pick me up." Stef said this as if she were merely acquiescing to an unspoken request but Ivy could see in the way her shoulders and hips moved as she brought her hand close: this girl was begging to be held.
Then she was engulfed in Ivy's left hand. It was hard to believe how easily Stef fit – her back and her legs against Ivy's palm, her whole body enclosed in fingers, her delicate skin brushing against soft fingertips – but it was like she belonged there. Ivy gave her a gentle squeeze, a whole body hug to Stef, then uncurled her fingers with her palm before her. Then she remembered what she was doing – "Oh, wait, I need two hands to get this capsule open," Ivy said.
Stef shook her head. "Wait, don't put me down so soon, just hold me with a finger or two you're not applying force with."
"What if I break you?" Ivy asked.
"Then I'll break for you," Stef answered immediately. A shiver went down Ivy's spine at that, but she suppressed it. What had Calista done to her? she started to wonder. But this could easily be what Stef was actually like on her own, at least in a situation as out-of-the-ordinary as this one. Either way that was too much for Ivy; she set Stef down on her lap between her thighs on the folds of her skirt. Easy enough after that to poke a hole in the gelcap, jabbing the pin in deep then carefully withdrawing it. The white semifluid contents welled out from the hole into a little droplet.
"Here," Ivy said, scooping up Stef once again into her hand, holding the pill between thumb and forefinger of the other. With Stef's back against Ivy's palm and her head toward her wrist, she curled her fingers with her thumb on Stef's smooth bare abdomen, pushing the tiny girl's leg's forward so she was in a folded position. Then Ivy caught deftly the tip of her thumb behind Stef's knees and brought her legs forward further, tucked nearly against her chest. Towards Ivy's fingers, Stef's bare ass and taint were exposed, her cheeks spread with the way her legs were held.
Ivy's other hand brought the capsule close, pinched it to extrude a little of the creamy progesterone, and dabbed it to Stef's tender surfaces. "You'll have to slip some of it in yourself, my fingernails aren't trimmed," Ivy said, deadpan.
Stef giggled and slipped a hand between her thighs, first driving her middle finger against her taint to tease awake her prostate from the outside then slowly slipping it further along that surface until she could slide it into her ass, taking a bounteous quantity of the hormone-infused cream with it. Judging by the way the muscles in her wrist flexed and the little squirm that went through her whole tiny body, she curved that finger once it was inside her. Ivy watched this all with utter fascination. Stef kept at it, slipping her finger out and then back in with more of the glistening substance.
Ivy had an idea what the tiny girl in her palm was feeling absorbing the solution from inside the capsule directly, why her sighs deepened and the undulation of her hips amplified as she went; she had slipped enough pinpricked capsules into herself over the years to know the feeling well. That in mind, she palmed the capsule, turned it over in her fingers to coat its surface in some of its slick contents, then reached back, under her skirt, into her panties, and administered the dose with her little finger. It was a little early but for her progesterone dose but the occasion called for it. Besides she knew there were girls out there tonight who lacked for it; she wasn't going to let any go to waste.
When Ivy opened her eyes again and looked down at Stef, the tiny girl was staring to the side at her now-empty other hand in wonder and – was that perhaps envy of the absent pill? Ivy slipped her thumb out from under Stef's legs, then with thumb and middle finger of her free hand set Stef aright into a seated position facing her. "Do you feel better?" she asked.
Stef nodded and smiled sunnily, her mouth lips wide and her eyes contentedly closed. Ivy couldn't resist an urge to stroke Stef's hair gently with a fingertip, and the tiny girl let out a sweet little sound. "You know," Ivy said softly, "you're more of a soft tender little thing than I'd expected." Stef's face took on a look of concern, so Ivy hurriedly clarified, "That's not a complaint, just a surprise. Before, ah, hope you don't take this the wrong way but I found you more than a little intimidating."
Stef grinned. "You know, it's hard to imagine now that I'm like this, but I did sorta get that vibe. At first, when I became this way, I thought I just had read you wrong, but after I had spent some time at Her feet the Mistress explained the difference between her and you. Uh, sorry I'm not taller like I was." Stef paused, looking Ivy over to really take in the relative enormity of the girl holding her. "It's nice to be like this though, there would just be no point to having my guard up. I might have spent the day trapped in a drawer but being like this still feels somehow freeing."
Ivy felt tempted to probe about that mention of Calista, but instead she just smiled. "Before, social convention and a register were between us. But there's no social conventions for dealing with a giant person holding you, is there?"
Stef leaned to the side and nudged one of Ivy's fingertips with her cheek. "It feels so intimate, even only being held. Maybe it looks like just a place to sit, but you have my whole being in your hand." She sighed. "Can't help feeling like I trust you with it."
Ivy's cheeks reddened to hear this. And yes, she couldn't help feeling a perhaps out-of-proportion sense trust and intimacy with the adorable tiny girl in her hand either, especially considering how short a span they'd spent together. Maybe that made sense for another reason – as far as Ivy knew, no one else she'd dealt with knew about Calista, at least by name. It wasn't just the register out of the way, the tiny girl in her hand had somehow been welcomed past a much higher barrier that tended to sit between Ivy and everyone else.
"You're right, you know," Stef said after a moment, "there really is no social convention for this. No rule at all that would cast something that's mutually desired as untoward. For instance, if you wanted to kiss me, all you'd need to know is that I want that too, right? I do. Or if you wanted to overwhelm me with your tongue–"
Stef's words cut off but for a small trembling "oh, yes" as Ivy brought her in close, taking in her adorable little form from just a few inches away before gently nuzzling her face against her palm and kissing her, the line between her enormous lips brushing against tiny nipples both at once. The way Stef squirmed against her lips made Ivy hungry for her. Her jaw slipped down a little and a wall of tongue cascaded out at her tiny guest. The tip touched Stef's tip, tasted moist sweetness, and plunged down between her legs, under her. A soft musky taste, salt and faint bitterness, and the tip of Ivy's tongue tilted vertical and driven against Stef's taint in a pitter-patter quiver. The sound Stef made: those rushed breaths moved a lot of air for such a small being, Ivy idly thought.
Stef's back was against Ivy's palm, right where she wanted her. Ivy brought her face in close, her fingers touched to her cheek, her breath suffusing the air surrounding the miniature girl with warmth. She stiffened a little in Ivy's hand as the larger girl's tongue streaked its way upwards, teasing along one side of her erectness and then leaving a trail of moisture up her abdomen. Ivy had to fight not to sigh loud with bliss feeling that tiny tummy flex against the tip of her tongue, but she managed to transduce it into a shiver down her spine.
Stef trembled: with anticipation, Ivy realized, and she relished it too, until she could trace a snail's trail and pace no longer and her tongue slipped up onto the right breast of the sweet little thing in her hand. Stef's nipple almost tickled the lingual surfaces it slid against, though by her involuntary squirming she seemed the one tickled more. She was truly delectable, her complex flavors, her contours and textures, her sighs and flexes, all of it. Ivy almost wanted to just slip the tiny girl between her lips and swallow her up, just so that such a precious little thing could never be anything but hers. She smothered the urge as she worked her tongue over Stef's other breast. The feeling of that diminutive heart beating right on the other side of those miniature ribs from where her tongue touched caught her by surprise – Ivy wished she could hang onto that forever.
Stef brought her face close and kissed the lingual surface before her, a peck with her lips and then a lick with her own little tongue. Then tiny hands coaxed the tongue lower, and the tip obligingly made its way down those sleek scrumptious abs. Stef leaned forward onto Ivy's tongue as she made this motion, keeping her breasts and face against the warm surface. Warmth and moisture made their way down to the tiny girl's trembling erectness, but those two waited there already: her skin was nearly hot to the touch, and she was dripping wet with clear ambrosiac sweetness, though still bristling.
Ivy couldn't suppress her exalting sigh, but in keeping it restrained as it came out made it a strained one; Stef gasped, fervent and wild. Delighted anguish, whimpering bliss as the edge of Ivy's tongue oscillated and Stef pulsated. She tilted her hand, bringing Stef backward so that just her trembling erectness touched her tongue, then brought her soft upper lip and tongue together to close around it. Very gently Ivy pulled air out of her mouth as she tensed and slid her tongue, and like a honeysuckle blossom, nectar spilled out of the miniature girl onto her tongue.
Ivy kept her head pitched forward to lick as the little thing gasped and squirmed, kept her warm breath on her so the places her tongue had touched earlier would stay warm. Stef lost herself in rapture, crying out as Ivy sucked, moaning deep and high in equal measure as the surface of the tongue plunged against her, curling and uncurling her toes as she flexed and drove herself at the warm slick surface with renewed vigor, followed by renewed cries and more nectar.
Ivy's thoughts wandered as her tongue did. Would it really be okay to just keep Stef? After all, tiny or not she was a person – Ivy understood enough about identity and experience from her own life and the one she shared with Calista for the fact that this Stef was a copy of the larger 'real' Stef not to diminish that at all. She didn't know if Calista had explicitly filled her in that there was still a Stef walking around at full stature; it seemed best to be cautious and sensitive in revealing that. Could she just keep a little love to come home to and shower with affection – was that really okay, was there any room in that for Stef to choose?
"Ivy," Stef said, her voice sweet with contentment and concern, "come back to me." Ivy pulled back slightly and opened her eyes. She had closed them, had just been repeating the same motion with her tongue as she got lost in her worries. "It's my turn. Your turn, I mean. Don't you dare tell me you can do – that – without me getting to reciprocate."
Well, consent as enthusiastic as that at least put one of her anxieties to bed. Ivy smiled at Stef and brought her close to her chest, slipping the miniature girl down between her breasts. "You can find your way down from there, my little sweet thing," she said, and sighed contentedly as she leaned her chair back, closing her eyes. Before long, Ivy's breath hastened once again.
