Robin's world was a cage of warm skin. Sparkle's fingers curled around her, lifting her to eye level. The sudden ascent stole her breath, the bedroom ceiling a distant white expanse above Sparkle's grinning face.
"Look at this, Sparxie," said Sparkle, her thumb brushing the entire curve of Robin's shrunken breast. "It's not fair. Even like this, she's got more."
Sparkle's other hand came up, her index finger tracing Robin's tiny figure. Robin felt every ridge of Sparkle's finger, the deliberate, circling pressure. Robin squirmed, a full-body shudder that was felt, not seen. Her legs kicked against the unyielding wall of Sparkle's palm. "Stop it!"
"Discipline," Sparxie cut in, her voice a low heat from nearby. "She clearly needs it."
Sparkle giggled. "My thoughts exactly." Her grip shifted, fingers tightening just enough to still Robin's struggles. "Hold still, toy. This is for your own good."
Robin went rigid. Sparkle's thumb swept back, this time catching the peak of Robin's breast. A jolt, Her back arched involuntarily, a silent plea. "See?" Sparkle murmured, her gaze locked on the reaction. "So sensitive. So greedy."
"Let me," Sparxie said, her voice closer now. A hand, slightly cooler than Sparkle's, appeared below. Sparxie didn't ask. She simply slid her palm beneath Sparkle's, creating a new, firmer platform.
The transfer was seamless. Sparkle's fingers loosened, and Sparxie's closed around Robin's waist. Sparxie's grip was different. Not playful. Possessive. Grounded. Robin was held aloft, facing Sparxie's solemn, flushed face.
Sparxie’s thumb came up, not to tease, but to measure. She laid it flat against Robin's chest, spanning from one small breast to the other. Her thumb was wide, the nail neatly filed. A silent comparison.
A muscle ticked in Sparxie's jaw. Her jealousy was a quiet, simmering thing in the stillness of her hold. "Discipline," Sparxie repeated, as if to herself. Her other hand rose, index finger extended.
Robin braced. She expected the same tormenting circles. She was wrong. Sparxie's touch was a slow, deliberate descent. It started at the hollow of Robin's throat, a point of shocking heat, then slid down, over the damp cotton of her top, between her breasts. The single finger was a road, mapping her. It didn't stop at her waist. It continued down, over the soft plane of her shrunken stomach, to the waistband of her tiny shorts.
"Please," Robin whispered, the word a broken thing.
Sparxie didn't acknowledge it. She paused. Her eyes finally lifted to Robin's. The look in them was pure, focused heat. Then she proceeded to Robin's pubic mound. Robin stopped breathing.
Sparxie's finger returned on her skin. It traced that exposed line, a whisper of touch that made Robin's thighs tremble where they pressed against Sparxie's imprisoning fingers.
Sparxie's voice was soft. "So responsive," she whispered, her finger tracing downward with a light, teasing touch.
A low, helpless sound escaped Robin's throat. Her head fell back against Sparxie's thumb. Her eyes squeezed shut. The warmth between her legs was no longer just humiliation. It was a slick, aching pulse, completely beyond her control.
"Oh, she likes it," Sparkle cooed from the side, her breath washing over them. "Look at her. She's already wet for it. For us."
"She is," Sparxie confirmed, her voice thick. Her finger stilled, a promise and a threat, resting right where Robin needed it most. "Now let's see how much discipline she can really take."
Tags: shrunken woman, doll-size, handheld, fondling, arousal
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Story by Takumo192 |
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Artwork by Arieta-Tang |
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