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My first commission, hope you enjoy the read, and thank you to DarkBeard for reaching out with such a great idea!




Elise followed the servant through the castle hallways, taking in the impressive stonework and intricate tapestries that lined the walls. She had served as a knight for the Kingdom of Verdania for years now but had never been this deep into the massive castle. This section was normally off limits, as it held the royal chambers. After her most recent displays on the battlefield, however, she had been promoted to the prince’s personal guard, hand picked by the king himself. She had never actually met, or even seen the young prince now that she thought of it. It was well known that he was tiny, about half an inch tall according to most of the kingdom, and was kept locked away for his own safety. Tinies were rare, only a few born every hundred years, but were not unheard of in the kingdom.

 

The servant led her down another turn that led into a hallway with a singular wooden door at the end of it. She towered over the servant as she followed, easily a head taller than the man. The servant turned and looked up at her as they stopped in front of the door.

 

“This is the prince’s chambers; he is expecting you so you may go in when you’re ready.” The servant informed her, before shuffling back down the stone hallway.

 

Elise turned back to the heavy door and took a deep breath, she was not known for her manners and hoped to make a good impression on the young royal. “Let’s get on with it” she muttered to herself before pushing against the door, revealing the chambers inside. She slowly stepped inside, looking around for the prince. She didn’t see her new charge, but she was met with the most opulent room she had ever laid eyes on. Beautiful paintings and tapestry lined the walls while ornate woven rugs covered every inch of the floor. Hand crafted furniture of the highest quality filled the room, both normal sized pieces and miniature versions as well, presumably for the prince himself. A delicate crystal chandelier illuminated the room from above. As she wandered around the room, she decided it had to be the nicest room in the entire castle. The one thing she couldn’t seem to find was the prince himself, no sign of him at all.

 

“Sir? Prince Arthur?” She called out, “I was told to meet you here… I’m the new guard” she waited for a response, but one never came. “Oh well, suppose I’ll have to wait” She decided, heading to the plush chair that sat in the center of the room.

 

Prince Arthur looked on in awe as the titan of a knight approached the chair he was in. He had never seen a woman so well built. The young knight had sharp stunning features and striking green eyes. Her hair, a golden bob cut, perfectly framed her face. While all his servants were bigger than him of course, she was entirely different. He could clearly see the well-defined muscle on her arms, and her pants clung to her legs tightly, showing off her thick thighs that fought against the fabric. He had placed himself here so he would be easy to spot, but she had clearly overlooked him somehow.

 

As she stopped at the chair she cast her shadow over the tiny prince, towering over him. She seemed to stretch on endlessly up to the heavens. She pivoted on her heel, turning around and presenting her massive butt to him. She sighed before beginning to lower herself into the chair.

 

The prince’s eyes went wide in shock, finally snapping out of the trance he had fallen under while watching his beautiful new guard. He backpedaled but tripped over his own two feet, landing flat on his back and watching as the two moons descended upon him.

 

“NO NO NO WAI-“was all he was able to get out before the massive ass slammed into him.

 

Elise stretched out and made herself comfortable in the chair, the plush material was the most comfortable thing she had ever sat on. She wiggled herself back a little farther, grinding the young prince against her butt, though she couldn’t feel his struggles. Time slowly ticked by as she sat in the quite room, waiting for her new charge to appear. “He really should be more mindful of others, typical royal” She thought, rolling her eyes.

 

Below the prince squirmed with all the miniscule might he had but was no match for the flesh that enveloped him. He pushed as hard as he could, but his hands simply sunk into the squishy flesh that lay on top of him. He tried to scream out but was muffled by the thick ass. Her weight felt like a house had been dropped on him, he worried his bones may crack beneath her.

 

It had now been at least ten minutes, maybe the servants had been wrong on where she was supposed to be Elise decided. She pushed herself up from the chair, deciding to go look elsewhere for the prince. As she stood her cheeks slammed together, gobbling up her pants, as well as the tiny prince. His new predicament was even worse, unable to move even an inch as the massive cheeks pushed together. The woman that was supposed to protect him may just be the end of him.

 

Elise began to walk for the door when she passed by an ornate mirror, an uncommon sight outside of nobles’ homes. She stopped to take a look at herself, flexing and admiring her toned body. She turned to look at her backside as well. As she looked at her backside, she noticed something sticking out from her pants.

 

“Is that… a tiny arm?” she asked herself, watching the small limb flail trying to get free. She reached down and pinched the small arm before pulling it, and the prince it belonged to, free from her rear end. She brought the tiny man up to her face and quickly realized what had happened, she had nearly crushed him under her butt.

 

“Oh my your highness! I am so sorry! I had no idea you were in the chair,” she explained, trying to suppress a giggle. “I mean, it must have been so scary down there” A smirk began to form on her face as she thought of him struggling against her butt. “Unless of course, you enjoyed it?” she teased the tiny royal that dangled between her gloved fingers.

 

Prince Arthur attempted to catch his breath; his body ached from the whole ordeal.  He had never been treated with such disrespect or held in such a way. Who did this woman think she was. “I’ll have you know I did not enjoy it! In fact, I think you’ll be fired as soon as father finds out about this whole thing!” He shouted up defiantly

 

“Well, I suppose we’ll see, but for today at least it’s my job to look after you so lets not get too angry” She said while sitting him down on the table, before taking her finger and rubbing his tiny head, disheveling his hair. “How about we start over huh? Get to know each other a little better?”

 

“Fine, but be more careful in the future, I’d rather not end up crushed under you” The prince snarked while attempting to fix his hair back in place.

 

“So, what sort of stuff do you like to do, where will we be going?” She asked excitedly, her mind was full of ideas about the sort of crazy things a prince must get into.

 

“What? We aren’t going anywhere, you’re just here to protect me.” The prince explained

 

“Well I mean yeah but what sort of adventures will we go on? I bet you’ve been all over the kingdom!”

 

“Ummmm….well I mean of course I’ve been on adventures…just…not any as of late is all”

 

“Well were have you been then” She questioned

 

“Ughhhh…It’s hard to think there’s so many travels to choose from and…well ummm”

 

Elise saw right through his poor attempt at a lie “Oh my goodness…you’ve never been anywhere at all have you?!” She burst out laughing, “Have you ever even left the city?”

 

“Well…no, not exactly” The prince admitted, looking down at his feet. In truth he hadn’t left the castle in years, not after the incident. His face burned in embarrassment as the knight continued to laugh at his sheltered past. “Enough! If you’re so well-traveled then why don’t you share some of your stories, huh?

 

Elise finally managed to calm down and stop her laughter. “Sure thing my liege, which do you want to hear about? My time at the siege of Valkenburg, or the cavalry charge in the Loraine Valley, ooh or how about when I dueled Duke Louis last year? You know what, you can just hear them all!” Elise began to recount her amazing tales full of heroism, bravery, battle, and treasure.

 

Prince Arthur sat on the table completely enthralled by the knight’s stories. He had never heard so many amazing tales of foreign lands and massive battles, he understood now why she had been chosen as his personal guard, there wasn’t a man alive that could best her. Each story was somehow more impressive than the last, and made the prince realize just how sheltered he had been. He quickly forgot about the incident of her sitting on him.

 

“I’d like to go on an adventure I’ve decided.” He declared triumphantly as she finished the last story.

 

Elise giggled, “Would you now? Well maybe one day that will happen my tiny liege” She dismissed the thought, trying to think of more stories to tell

 

“No, I’m serious! I’m just as brave as you are, in fact, we’ll go on one right now” the prince announced while he crossed his arms smugly.

 

Elise stared down at him, somewhat surprised by his determination, he wouldn’t last a second on any real adventure. “Hmmm… perhaps we can take an adventure to the lake then?” She offered, thinking of a safe option for his “adventure”.

 

“The lake? Sounds exhilarating, I’ve never been! Will there be treasure there? Maidens to rescue? Enemies to defeat?” he asked, excitement building in his chest.

 

“Something like that,” She laughed, the most dangerous thing she could think of that may be there would be a few insects, maybe a cat at best.

 

“Well, go get your armor then! Oh, and have the servants pack us a lunch as well.”

 

Elise stood up from the table and brought the tiny prince to his wardrobe so he could get dressed before leaving the room to get her armor. She most certainly wouldn’t need it, but she would indulge his fantasy of being an adventurer. She informed the servants of the prince’s wishes and they quickly got to work.

 

Prince Arthur waited eagerly for her return; his mind full of ideas about what was in store for him. How many men would he fight? How many beasts would he slay? What traps would he have to avoid? Elise soon returned strolling into the room with confidence and grace. She now donned a suit of armor that was both practical and stylish. The armor was made of polished steel, intricately adorned with etchings of swirling patterns and the symbol of her noble house, an eagle. A dark green cloak trailed behind her, adding a touch of elegance to her battle-ready attire. A short sword sat in its sheath on her hip.

 

“Are you ready my tiny adventurer?” She teased, seeing Arthur in the adventurer outfit he had put together. It was a mashup of various outfits, none of which were suited for their long hike. “The servants have packed us both a lunch,” she patted a sack that was slung over her shoulder, “and, gave me this pouch to carry you in” She pointed to another pouch, this one sat on a cord that the knight had put around her neck, creating a necklace, leaving the pouch resting against her chest. She reached down to pick him up.

 

“That’s alright, I was thinking I would walk actually” He said in a matter of fact tone

 

“Well, I’d like to reach the lake today so, I’m afraid you will be riding in the pouch actually” She replied, mocking his voice. Before the young noble could respond she had snatched him up and dumped him in the pouch before heading out of the room.

 

Prince Arthur landed upside down in the pouch, completely disoriented. “Who do you think you are?! That was a command and I am your superior” He yelled up out of the pouch. Elise either didn’t care or didn’t hear him as she ignored his chastising, continuing her walk through the castle. The prince huffed and began to gain his footing. The pouch was the perfect size, allowing him to see over the edge while still remaining safe inside. The prince peeked over the pouch as they exited the castle, the city sprawled out in front of them. As they walked through the streets, he was amazed at all of the people and sights. He had seen them from the castle walls, but actually being in the bustling streets was entirely different. The streets were lined with colorful buildings, adorned with intricately carved wooden facades and fluttering banners bearing the kingdom's emblem.

 

The air was filled with the delightful aroma of freshly baked bread and fragrant flowers, mingling with the lively chatter of merchants and townsfolk going about their daily routines as they passed through the market. Elise took them down the winding cobblestone alleys, doing her best to avoid the busier streets and keep the tiny royal out of sight. Soon they made it to the city gates, which stood strong made of sturdy oak. The guards immediately recognized the knight and moved aside and giving a nod of respect, allowing her to exit.

 

They now stood outside the city, the kingdom’s land stretched out before them, a beautiful landscape of fields and meadows, with mountains poking up far off in the horizon. Elise took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air after being inside the stuffy castle, and began walking up the path to the lake. Prince Arthur also took in the smells and felt the breeze blow through his hair. He had never seen so much lush nature, and began to pester Elise with questions about every flower, tree, and animal that the duo passed.

 

“And what about that one? What kind of bird is that?” The prince asked excitedly as a majestic eagle flew overhead

 

“That is an eagle, and it is time for you to stop with the questions” Elise laughed, using her finger to shove the tiny man back down into his pouch. She needed to move faster if they were to reach the lake soon, and the constant questions were not helping.

 

An hour or so later they had finally arrived, they crested the hill and saw the lake shimmering before them, its crystal waters reflecting the golden rays of the intense sun that hung overhead. Elise spotted a large Elm tree that stood by itself and offered shade under its lush canopy, a perfect place to rest. She huffed as she sat down at the tree, somewhat exhausted from her long hike. Normally it would be no problem, but the heat was particularly bad today, and her heavy armor only made things worse. She rolled out the picnic cloth that the servants had packed with their lunch before reaching into the pouch and plucking the tiny prince out, sitting him down on the soft plaid cloth.

 

The prince marveled at the vastness of the lake, his eyes widening at the sight of its expansive beauty. He watched as gentle ripples danced across the water's surface, the sound of lapping waves and birds flying overhead creating a beautiful symphony in the air. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

 

*Clink Clink*

 

The prince turned his head, startled by the loud metallic noise. Elise was undoing part of her armor, removing the pieces covering her upper half. The pieces landed in the dirt with a soft thud, revealing her toned body that had been hiding under the metal. Arthur gazed up in awe at the muscle clad form that stood before him, her sculpted arms rippling as she continued to undo the remaining armor around her lower half. Beads of sweat ran down her body, leaving a sheen over every inch of muscle. He was entranced while watching one weave between her washboard abs, jutting back and forth between the well-defined muscles. The titan paid him no attention, and began to stretch, glad to be relieved of the hot and heavy armor.

 

Elise finally glanced down and noticed Andrew fixated on her, practically drooling while watching her stretch. “Like what you see little guy?” She giggled, a smirk quickly expanding across her face.

 

“What…no its just…I zoned out is all” The prince responded, snapping back to reality.

 

“Uh huh, I’m sure” She said sarcastically, before reaching down and picking him up between her powerful fingers. “You know if you want a closer look all you have to do is ask” She dangled him in front of the abs he seemed to like so much. Arthur could now see every detail of the powerful muscle that made up her midsection. The abs looked like they had been chiseled from stone onto her body, and the sweat that glistened on them made them all the more beautiful, his heart pounded in his chest.

 

“This is what years of hard work looks like, start training and maybe you can get some too. You know what? Why don’t you get an even closer look?” Elise said, biting her lip. Before Arthur could realize what, she meant her hand quickly brought him closer and slammed him against the abs. His face was now pressed against the hard sweaty muscle. She began to drag him across them, his body bouncing up and down as he rubbed against the wall of flesh. Elise couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, causing her abs to vibrate. The sticky sweat clung to the prince’s clothes and skin, some of the salty liquid even getting into his mouth and assaulting his taste buds. The prince tried to struggle against her grip, but it was no use, he was in for the ride at this point.

 

She finally took him away from her, bringing him up to her face. “Enjoy your up-close view my liege?” She teased

 

“No! That was entirely inappropriate, and your sweat is disgusting! He yelled at her, wiping more of the sweat off his face.

 

“Yeah, it’s pretty gross, thanks for helping me wipe it off!” She laughed, “Its pretty hot out today and you did make me carry you all this way though so its kind of your fault when you think about it, in fact maybe you should help me some more!” Her smile widened even further as she lifted her arm, bringing the tiny prince up to her armpit. The flesh was covered in sweat, and the heat could be felt emanating off of it.

 

Elise turned her head bringing her nose over to the pit and sniffed. “Oof, and the smell is pretty ripe to your highness, you really should have picked a better day for your adventure.” Before he could say anything, he was once again slammed into her sweaty body. The smell hit him hard, just pure body odor. His eyes began to water from the intense heat and smell, and his breathing became more and more labored. It couldn’t get any worse.

 

At that moment, Elise closed her arm, sandwiching the prince in her armpit and removing her hand. The heat and smell increased tenfold as he squirmed against the massive walls of flesh that enveloped him on each side. More of the sweat worked its way into his mouth and nose, causing him to thrash even harder. She had completely violated every one of his senses in less than a minute. Elise finally grew bored of her little prank and placed her hand below her arm to catch him as she lifted her arm back up. She waited but he never fell. Puzzled, she moved her head to look at her armpit, only to see the shrunken man plastered face down into her underarm, glued in place by her sweat. She burst out laughing, using a finger to scrape him off her skin and place him back on the ground.

 

The prince regained his breath and wiped the sweat off his face again. His outfit at this point was completely soaked through, and the wet clothes clung to him uncomfortably. His face turned red as the giantess continued her laughing fit.

 

“You know it’s really not that funny! I could have got hurt! When we get back to the castle and my father finds out I promise you’ll be sorry!”

 

Elise tried to stifle her laughter to respond, “You’re right my liege its not funny…its hilarious!” She burst into laughter again. “Aww come on, I thought you were supposed to be a tough adventurer, not a crybaby” She teased, reaching down and poking him in the stomach with her finger, sending him toppling over.

 

“I am tough! I could take anyone in a fight, you aren’t the only brave one here you know!” he retorted

 

Elise finally managed to control her laughter as she processed the prince’s statements. “A fight? You want to duel me then is what you’re saying? Well, I’d hate to deny my liege his wish” She declared, her toothy grin becoming more menacing.

 

The prince gulped, beginning to back away as the knight spoke. “Well…of course I could fight you but… well I’m sure you’re very tired from the hike and… well I think we should just wait because…” He scrambled for anyway out of this, she would easily beat him if he allowed the fight to happen.

 

“No no no, I don’t mind really!” Elise happily said, sitting down and working to remove her boot. She pried at it before it finally popped off with a wet squelch. She dropped the boot beside Arthur, it landed on its side. The foul stench seeped out of the opening of the ratty shoe, giving Arthur a taste of what was to come. He peered into the boots opening, a small ray of sunlight allowed him to make out her footprint on the insole, deeply engrained from years of use. Her pantyhose covered toes wiggled as the breeze blew between them, it felt good to free her tired feet. Arthur looked on at the massive soles before him. The stuffy boot had clearly kept them warm, and the pantyhose she wore had begun to wear thin over her toes. “Since it’s your first duel I’ll go easy on you though, how about you just have to fight my foot? I mean, certainly a brave prince can take on a girl’s foot, no?” She stretched her foot closer towards him, the smell somehow worse than her armpits. He made a mental note to make sure she received new shoes when they returned.

 

“Well…of course I can! Just one quick duel should be fine I suppose.” He tried to sound confident in an attempt to save face, but his fear was obvious. He readied himself on his shaky legs as the foot inched even closer.

 

“Great, I knew you had it in ya! Well, get started!” Elise shouted, signaling the start of the epic duel.

 

The tiny prince closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the air had become stuffy. It was time to prove himself. He charged, his legs carrying him at lightning speed to the foot. As he made his way closer the temperature skyrocketed from the massive foot’s heat. Soon he was upon his foe and began to pound his fists against her hard heel. His muscles ached as he attempted to beat the mighty sole into submission, his knuckles turning red. After a minute of his attack he stopped, taking a step back to allow her to yield.

 

Above, Elise had watched the tiny prince scurry over to her foot before beginning his attack. His battle yell more of a tiny squeak, and his punches more like a weak massage than anything else. He had finally backed away.

 

“Wow, very impressive my liege” She giggled, “But now, its my turn!”

 

With that she began to lift her foot off the ground, hovering it over him. Prince Arthur craned his neck up following the foot, and realized she had no intention of yielding. His heart pounded through his chest as the foot descended, swallowing him up in its shadow. He began to run, at least hoping to avoid the heel. He pumped his legs, but was too tired from the battle to make it far

 

*THOOM*

 

The foot finally hit the ground, smooshing him under her arch. The smell was immediately noticeable, burning its way through his nose as he tried to struggle out from under the foot. It was an intoxicating scent, proof of her long hike, but still feminine. The prince’s brain began to melt as the smell continued to make its way into his nose. Was he enjoying this, he began to wonder. A part of him wanted to stay forever. No, he quickly corrected himself, he was not supposed to be treated like this!

 

Elise felt the tiny man’s struggles and chuckled. “Feel free to fight back whenever you want! My foot isn’t going anywhere” She called down. She began to roll her foot across the ground, dragging Arthur with it and allowing him to experience every part of her foot. He would be rubbed all the way down to the rough iron heel, clearly hardened from years of activity, before travelling all the way back up to the nylon covered toes, where the heat and smell resided in full. After a minute or so of this, Elise lifted her foot to see the tiny prince face down in the dirt. She took her big toe and flipped him back over, resting the toe on his chest and pinning him.

 

“Do you yield?” she asked, bouncing her toe on top of him.

 

“Get off me!”

 

“What’s that? You want another round? Well, if you insist!” She laughed, ignoring his pleas for mercy.

 

She shifted her foot forward and trapped the tiny prince under her toes and began to squeeze him with them. It was oddly relaxing, he felt great on her tired toes. The prince found himself becoming even more intoxicated by the foots scent as time went on. Elise then turned her foot on its side before bringing the other one over, slamming them together. The prince was now squished between all ten toes which moved simultaneously to batter him around in his new smelly prison. His body ached from the abuse, Elise had been careful not to apply too much pressure, but the size difference meant any amount was too much. As he squirmed, he finally managed to break free from his 10 captors, landing on the ground. Noticing this, Elise sat her feet back flat on the ground expecting him to beg for mercy. To her surprise however, Prince Arthur jumped onto the top of her foot and began to hit it, he still had not given up. Elise kicked her foot up, a little harder than she meant to, sending the prince flying into the air.

 

Time seemed to slow down for Arthur as he spiraled through the air, he could see the massive plaid blanket that his duel had been conducted on in full from his new height. He also saw Elise sitting there, looking up at him with a smile spread across her face. He yelped as he began to descend, praying she would catch him. As he fell from the sky he realized where he was heading, right for her muscular legs.

 

Elise made no attempt to catch the prince, too absorbed in watching the whole thing play out to react. Instead, he landed on her massive legs and bounced off the toned muscle, landing in between the titanic thighs. Elise realized what opportunity had presented itself, and slammed her legs together, gobbling him up in her toned thighs. The prince was crushed in the mountain of muscle, unable to move even an inch. The rock-hard legs tensed up around him, further smooshing him. “Is this how I die” he wondered, “trapped between some young girl’s legs?” Elise, satisfied with the duel, relaxed her legs, allowing the tiny prince to fall to the ground. She reached down and brought him up to her face, he hung limp in her grasp.

 

“Would you like to say you yield now?” She giggled

 

“Yes! Yes! You win!” He begged

 

“Hooray! You know normally the winner does receive a prize,” She smirked, taking her pantyhose off her legs and feet. “How about you give my feet a little kiss? Since they gave you such a good fight and all” She brought him down to her overturned foot and gently pressed his head against her toe. Arthur considered resisting, demanding her to put him down, but he knew it was useless. Deep down a small part of him had even liked being handled so roughly, it was so much more exhilarating than his normal life. He closed his eyes and pursed his lips, before touching them too the sweaty toe and giving it a big kiss. The salty sweat coated his lips, its taste a little sweet this time.

 

Elise burst out laughing again, the prince’s display was simply too much. “What would the king think if he could see you now? Did you enjoy your kiss my liege, my toe certainly did!” she wiggled her toes some more for him, before sitting him down on the blanket.

 

“What? No! I just wanted to be done is all, you hardly fought fair anyway!” He pouted, full of embarrassment

 

“Well, I thought you were very brave,” She consoled the prince, a smirk still plastered on her face. “How about we go ahead and eat, might cheer you up.”

 

The prince agreed, he had worked up quite and appetite, and Elise began to unpack their respective meals. First, she opened the sack containing Athur’s meal, it was packed to the brim. She pulled out miniature sandwiches, and an assortment of berries, slices of cheese, bread, and a few miniature cookies for dessert. The prince’s mouth watered as she handed him each one, his stomach grumbling. After giving him his grand meal, she pulled out her sack, which was noticeably lighter. From it she retrieved a slice of cheese, some fresh bread, and an apple. “Glad to see the servants are fair” She thought to herself, watching the prince gorge himself on his much bigger assortment of food. She quickly scarfed down the meal, eating as if it may be her last, a habit she had picked up on her journeys. As she took the last bite of her meal her stomach still grumbled. She looked down hungrily at the prince who was currently holding a massive berry, much bigger than himself. The prince finally noticed his companion eyeing up his food.

 

“Oh no, you had your own don’t even start” he said, trying to nip her asking in the bud

 

“Come on, are you really going to miss one little berry? I mean, there is no way you’ll eat it all,” She lowered her head closer to him, bringing her mouth in front of him. He could feel her hot breath wash over him, peering into the dark chasm that was her mouth. “Just one little bite won’t hurt”

 

Before the prince could argue, her wet tongue shot out of her mouth and scooped up the berry, bringing him along with it. He was brought into her mouth and could only watch as the lips sealed behind him, leaving him in total darkness. The berry was immediately crushed by her massive teeth and sent down her throat, leaving the prince all alone in her maw. Any attempt to stand up or move was undone as he slipped and fell on the undulating tongue beneath him. Her saliva washed over him as she swished him around inside her mouth, moving him around with her powerful tongue. Her sweet spit rushed into his mouth as he gasped for air. She continued to bat him around with her tongue, giving him a full tour of her steamy mouth. Eventually she swished him to the front, before allowing him to fall out of her mouth inside a glob of spit.

 

Prince Arthur sat up, dazed and confused from his short time inside her massive mouth. He wiped some of the drool off his face, but was unable to get most of it off, there was simply too much.

 

“Thanks for sharing little guy” She teased, “Let me help you out.” She reached down and picked him up before wiping him off on her shirt, removing the remaining saliva that coated his tiny body.

 

The remaining part of the day was spent with the prince exploring the land around the lake with the help of his protector. He was introduced to a variety of insects and explored the many fields of wildflowers that grew around the shimmering lake. His favorite part of the day was when Elise took him for a swim in the lake. Arthur had never learned to swim though so in reality he simply sat in her hand as she stood in the water with him. The serene waters seemed to stretch on into infinity, providing him with a feeling of content he had not known in years. The sun had begun its descent and now cast a warm glow over the two. He sighed as he listened to the small waves lap against the shore behind him, after such an eventful day the rest was needed. He looked up at the knight that held him, she had stripped out of most of her clothes for the swim, only her under garments remained. The droplets of water created a beautiful scene as they ran down her muscular frame, highlighting every curve. The prince couldn’t help but stare at the massive breasts that hung above him either, he knew it was indecent, but his brain was not in charge at the moment. She was beautiful, no two ways around it, and despite her bullying, he had grown quite fond of her companionship. He may have even grown fond of the bullying as much as he hated to think of it.

 

The day waned as the two spent more time together, sitting on the blanket and getting to know one another better. Elise shared more epic tales from her life and adventures, as well as her childhood as a poor commoner and rise to the respected knight she was today. Prince Arthur in contrast recounted his spoiled and overly sheltered upbringing, never being allowed any danger at all. He confided in her his insecurities about this fact and thanked her for their adventure.

 

The sun now dipped even lower; an orange glow filled the sky. Elise informed her tiny liege that it was time to leave if they hoped to make it back to the castle before dark. Arthur knew she was right but was sad to say goodbye to the picturesque lake. The two began to gather their things as the sky turned into a vibrant canvas painted with streaks of orange, pink, and purple. Elise finished rolling up the picnic cloth and stuffing it back into her sack before beginning to reattach her armor. As she finished her legs and began to work on her torso a devious smile spread across her lips, maybe she had time for one more prank.

 

“Are you ready to leave your highness?” She asked

 

“I think so, everything is packed. You can put me back in the pouch once you’re ready” he responded, noticing she hadn’t finished donning her armor completely.

 

“Well, I was thinking, it may be cold on the ride back and the pouch won’t be very warm, so I think you’ll be riding back somewhere else” she said, winking at him as she finished her sentence.

 

The prince’s heart fluttered as she plucked him off the ground and brought him up above her chest.

 

“How about I tuck you in here, I think it’ll be plenty comfy” She giggled, taking her free hand and bouncing her boobs below him. “Don’t act like you weren’t staring earlier, you think I didn’t notice? Even tiny men are all the same I suppose” She joked, before lowering him into her cleavage, only his head remained poking out. The prince’s face burned from embarrassment knowing she had noticed his stares. “Try not to have too much fun in there!” With that she pushed his tiny head down into the cleavage as well.

 

The prince was surrounded on all sides by the squishy flesh that made up her boobs. He changed his mind, this was his favorite part of the day, not the lake. He was in pure heaven as the soft bouncy orbs pushed against him. Elise began to squeeze her boobs together, feeling Arthur’s squirms brought a smile to her face. After having enough fun toying around with him between her breasts, Elise decided to get moving. She picked her breast plate up off the ground, the last piece of armor she needed to put on and began to fasten it in place, smashing her breasts inside the sturdy armor.

 

Inside, the pressure around Prince Arthur increased 10 fold, compressing him into the boobs and threatening to squeeze the life out of him. This wouldn’t be the worst way to go, he thought as he took another labored breath.

 

 

*clink clink*

 

Elise finished putting the armor on and slung her satchel over her shoulder before beginning to head down the trail. Her long stride took her across the land quickly, she should just make it to the castle before dark, she estimated. The lack of Arthur’s questions this time around also certainly sped the journey up, she could barely feel his tiny struggles at this point, they had gradually slowed down during the walk.

 

Inside the armor sweat began to pour, turning the squishy flesh that surrounded Arthur slippery. “This must be what heaven is” he thought as the soft skin embraced him. He never wanted to leave his new prison. He was surrounded by her sweet scent as he snuggled into her. As the pressure continued to increase inside his bouncy prison, he slowly slipped into unconsciousness, cradled in her warm skin. 

 

Elise entered into the city gates right at the Sun dipped below the horizon, allowing the sky to begin to dim. She made her way through the still bustling streets, stopping in the market to buy some more bread, as she was still hungry despite the meal the servants had prepared. After quickly devouring it, she made her way to the castle, ascending the perfectly carved steps and entering into the fortified doors that protected the keep. She began her trek down the winding cobblestone corridors, nearly getting lost but eventually finding the lone door that led to the prince’s quarters. She entered in and pulled one of the plush chairs up to the prince’s bed and began to undo her breast plate again.

 

*Clink Clink*

 

It fell to the floor, allowing her chest to breathe again. She began to fish around in her cleavage for her tiny passenger, digging through the sweaty skin before finally finding him. She pinched down on his torso gently and pulled him out. As she brought him up to her face, she saw his limp body resting in between her fingers, he was completely out. His chest rose and fell as he breathed gently. She smiled warmly at the sight; he was undeniably adorable in the moment. Elise gently lowered him and placed him in his bed. She sat back in the chair and let out a long sigh, glad to finally be off her feet after her adventure. Despite his size the prince had surprisingly been a handful to deal with, but an enjoyable companion nonetheless. She zoned out as the minutes passed by, lost in thought while waiting for him to awake.

 

Arthur’s eyelids slowly opened, allowing him to see the ceiling of his bedroom hanging far above. He groaned, rolling over and facing the titanic knight that stared off blankly into space. She blinked as she noticed the movement.

 

“Well, look who finally decided to wake up, couldn’t even be bothered to keep me company on the hike back huh?” She grinned

 

“Ugghhgggg” he groaned; his body ached from the various trails Elise had put him through. “What happened” he croaked

 

“You couldn’t handle the ride home apparently, probably got a little too excited” she laughed, “Well I suppose this is goodbye, since if you recall you said you would be dismissing me and all” She began to rise out of the chair.

 

“No wait!” The prince motioned for her to stay “I’ve…I’ve changed my mind. You make for an acceptable guard…and I enjoy your company…” he mumbled.

 

“What was that last part? Speak a little louder please, you said you love me?” She teased

 

“I said I enjoyed your company, ok? Don’t let it go to your head.”

 

She giggled at the remark “well I enjoyed our day together as well, you’re a fun little toy. You should get some rest though. Goodnight my little prince” with that she leaned down and kissed him, her soft lips covering his entire body in their warmth, causing his heart to flutter. She pulled away and rose out of the chair.

 

“Goodnight Elise! Oh, and please tell the servants you need new boots!” He pointed down at the well-worn shoes on her feet.

 

“I like my boots just fine thank you” she said in a matter-of-fact tone

 

“Believe me, I can tell after my time with your feet today” he scoffed

 

“I'll consider it my liege”

 

She turned and strolled over to the door, closing it behind her. Arthur rolled back over onto his back; his body ached all over from his eventful adventure today. He had seen more today than he had in all of his life. Elise remained at the front of his mind; he couldn’t stop thinking of the knight. He had never met someone so bold, someone willing to treat him the way she had. He had been sat on, flicked, poked, squished, and nearly swallowed. It was exhilarating, certainly as good as any adventure the knight had been on herself.

 

His eyelids became heavy as he reflected on his day, and soon he was fast asleep.

 

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