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Tiffany came home that day with a content smile on her face. She had brought her bike back into the garage only before she took out Thomas from her purse. The little man in her open palm shared the same content look that she had. They had both enjoyed their day and were now heading back inside the house.
Tiffany stifled a yawned with her free hand. "Today was fun." She said, smiling sheepishly making her way to the door.
"Yeah, I gotta admit, it was." Thomas responded, stretching his arms, upward. "Plus, I can't wait to go to that meeting tomorrow." He added with a grin.
Tiffany frowned, stopping in front of the door.
"Hey, C'mon, don't look at me like that. This is just the thing that you need, Tiffany. Don't you think it's time you gave up on your, uh...hobby?" Thomas said, with an awkward look. He was referring to Tiffany's violent tendencies towards people of his own size.
Tiffany gave him a morose look, her mouth on the verge of forming a pout. "Do I have to go?" Tiffany pleaded to the little man in her open palm.
Thomas crossed his arms. "I think it would be good for you if you did. How come you don't want to go, anyways? Karynn and Mike did say they had games there." Thomas said, with a forcefully cheery voice in an attempt to persuade the young redhead.
"I just don't wanna go, OK!" Tiffany argued.
"You just don't wanna give up on hurting people and you think this program might change you, is that why?" Thomas inquired.
Tiffany wanted to scoff but stopped herself. What Thomas just said sounded silly. They weren't people, they were tinies. Little small things that screamed and ran when they saw her. They squished nicely when they were stepped on and they were nice and wiggly when she swallowed them whole, making a warm full feeling in her tummy.
But still, she knew Thomas was one of them and he didn't like it when his fellow tinies got hurt. It made Tiffany ponder a little too. Thomas was so full of emotion and energy that at times, she almost forgot his size role. No, Thomas is just special! Tiffany thought to herself, angrily. It's every other tiny that's dumb!
"Alright already! We'll go to the stupid thing..." Tiffany grumbled.
Thomas patted her finger. "Atta' girl."
When she opened the front door, the first thing Tiffany and Thomas heard was Brooke laughing. Tiffany glanced down at Thomas confused, Thomas staring up at her just as perplexed. They had made their way into the living room to see the commotion for theirselves.
On the couch was Brooke throwing her head back, howling with laughter and below her, on the mahogany table, Mildred and Anika, now each wrapped in purple wash clothes, were in no better state. All of girls were in tears from all their chortling. When Tiffany came into the living room, the table was littered with candy and chip wrappers. She also noticed two chunks of cottonballs on the table as well, makeshift couches for the little girls to sit on.
"OK! OK! There's more!" It was Mildred, who's voice was one verge of laughter. She was standing up, looking up at her giggling babysitter who had leaned over to the smaller girl to hear her better while Anika was sitting on her cottonball chair, laughing profusely.
"Mil, stop! Stop! I...I can't take anymore!" Anika begged, her laughter still apparent.
"So he told her, "this isn't a deficiency! This is my nose!" Mildred said, closing her nose with her fingers to make a ridiculous sounding voice. Both Anika and Brooke cracked up.
Tiffany couldn't help but grin. At least they didn't annoy Brooke too much while they were gone. She placed Thomas on the table and sat next to Brooke.
"Oh, hey Tiff. How was the park?" Brooke asked, wiping tears from her eyes.
Tiffany gave her a hug, sighing. "It was great! Me and Thomas had fun."
Thomas, who was still wrapped in his washcloth examined the various wrappers on the table before giving Anika and Mildred a grin.
"Looks like you guys had fun, too." He said, making his way to an open bag of Wise popcorn and taking out a popcorn, nibbling on it.
"We did. Brooke's awesome. " Anika said, smiling up at the giant girl.
"Can't argue with that." Brooke admitted, shrugging her shoulders. "You guys are pretty cool, too." She said, referring to two girls.
Thomas's attention turned to the gunshot noise coming from the plasma screen T.V. inside the living room. "Oh, cool. The Walking Dead is on." He said.
"Yup. It's a marathon." Mildred said.
Tiffany's eyes lit up. "Ooh! Ooh! Can I watch it, Brooke? Can I? Please?"
Brooke rose a brow, smirking. "I don't think you could take it."
Tiffany scoffed, picking up an unopen Fruit-Roll Up off the table, sitting down next to Brooke. "C'mon! It's not that scary, right?"
"Not unless your ten." Thomas piped in, grinning. Tiffany stuck her tongue out at him, Thomas returned the childish gesture, causing Brooke to giggle as she stood up and changed the channel. Tiffany groaned, disappointed to see the channel was changed to an episode of Spongebob Squarepants.
Brooke patted the young girl's head, giving her an apologetic look. "Sorry, Tiff. Can't have you going to bed with bad dreams." She started fumbling in her tight blue jeans pocket for her smartphone. "Now, let's order something."
After settling for pizza, the gang started talking amongst theirselves. Thomas especially got to learn more about Brooke. Being only sixteen years old, three years younger than himself, she was somewhat of a nomad when it came to jobs. From Toy r Us to Starbucks to Sears, Thomas had wondered why the teen had quit those jobs. Thomas had only had one job in his life, when he was working as a bus boy at some Hispanic restaurant a year ago. Sadly, the old manager, Luis pasted away from cardiac arrest and his bitter wife, Maria took over the restaurant. Things didn't go well when she took over, putting Thomas through hell by constantly berating him for working slow even though Thomas knew he himself was an efficient worker. He eventually stood his ground and got fired for it. From what Brooke said though, she seemed to have gotten along well with her co-workers making Thomas wonder why she would quit those jobs.
As they chatted, he noticed Tiffany barely spoke if not at all to Anika or Mildred as if they weren't there. It was obvious the young girl still didn't like them that much, her early actions to treat them better was just a childish competition to prove Thomas wrong. It was an anomaly to Thomas. They're so nice, nicer than most girls Thomas had meet during his lifetime. Why can't she just give them a chance?
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When Tiffany's mom came back and Brooke left, Tiffany was back in her room with the trio. She was sitting at her computer, using a map feature to find the building where the B.P.S.P.U program was being held. Thomas was by her right hand, examining the screen with a more stoic look, a contrast to Tiffany's bored expression.
Mildred and Anika were on her bedstand, a place that was becoming somewhat of a base to them.
"OK, now zoom in a little more... No, wrong intersect!" Thomas commanded, examining the flyer Karynn and Mike gave them.
"Ugh..." Tiffany groaned miserably, clicking away with her right hand while her other hand held up her chin.
"Wow, Thomas is giving her hell. He's like that tutor you had back in middle school." Mildred said, sitting with her legs crossed.
Anika nodded, her eyes bewildered by the sight of the titanic ten year old girl being commanded by someone so much smaller than her. Thomas had told her, Brooke and Mildred about the B.P.S.P.U program downstairs much to the delight of the two girls. A program where they taught other giantesses how to treat normal sized people with respect. It gave the girls a glimmer of hope. Maybe this program could reform their young captor and maybe she'd bring them back to their world. Kids are easily influenced after all, she told herself. She had learned that in her psychology class.
"He really wants her to change, doesn't he?" Anika said.
"Question is, can she change?" Mildred asked.
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"Mabel Road's this way!" Thomas directed, holding onto Tiffany's hair. He was perched on Tiffany's shoulder, as she rode her bike at a mach pace. "Slow down, remember what happened yesterday?"
Tiffany, slowing down a bit, groaned. "But we're gonna be late!" She complained.
Today, she had let her hair flow down her back for Thomas's convenience as oppose to her tight ponytail from yesterday. Her outfit consisted of a red halter tank top with a black short shorts and a pair of black and white Addidas sneakers. Her purse from yesterday was strapped around her shoulders and on her left wrist was a black scrunchie. Thomas, who's clothes were finally washed by Tiffany yesterday were that of the ones he had when he was initially kidnapped by Tiffany: his blue jeans and black Vans sneakers but instead of wearing his black jacket which he left back at Tiffany's house, he had on a grey t-shirt with the Nintendo insignia on it.
Thomas chuckled. "The meeting starts at 5:30. They made it like that 'cause they know most people, er... women get out off of work at five. We left your place at 4:45 so we're good." Thomas shouted as Tiffany continued pedaling. From the map and address of the flyer, they both found out the place wasn't too close to Tiffany's but it was possibly to get there in about thirty minutes or so by bike and Tiffany's bike was no exception.
Being a bit of a bike expert himself, Thomas was able to identify Tiffany's bike clearer this time. It was a BMX. Nothing childish that had training wheels once. So she has a cool side to her, huh? He had told himself. He would have to explore that later but first they had to get to their destination.
It didn't take them long to find the red bricked building they saw on the map consisting of three floors. The two front doors were made of glass and on one of those doors was the flyer, taped up to remind those of the meeting. Tiffany, who had found her bike chain in the garage, chained it to a nearby bike post before heading inside.
She could feel her hair being yanked by an excited Thomas. "Hey! Watch the hair!" She grumbled.
"Sorry. I'm just kinda excited, you know? What do you think we're gonna do? Maybe we'll meet some other girls who's as cool as Brooke!" Thomas said, eagerly.
Tiffany rolled her eyes, annoyed. This was gonna be a long day.
The flyer had told them to go to the third floor so they took an elevator. When they got to the floor and walked out, they were in a corridor with a marble wall and a vending machine to their left and a longer path to their right. Further down the corridor was four rooms but the flyer had already told them what room number to head to.
Tiffany opened the door to the room to find it was bigger than she expected. The walls were painted a serene baby blue, there was a long table to the right with various snacks on it and in the center of the entire room was a circle of black foldable metal chairs with soft paddings on the seats and the backs. Sitting amongst the chairs was neither Karynn or of course, Mike but a lone girl.
The girl's attention at first was on her smartphone, taping away at it profusely, playing a game of some sort. When the door opened she glanced up from her phone, pausing the game and putting her phone away.
"Hey, how's it going?" She said, with a little wave and a friendly smile.
Thomas gawked at the girl at first. Like most of the giantesses he saw so far, she was quite pretty. A light brown skinned black girl with a very soft and smooth face. Her jet black hair was in a series of intricate braids running down past her shoulders. She had a purple short sleeve hoodie with a cute anthropomorphic white unicorn bending over and puking out a rainbow. She had on a pair of white short shorts and wore purple flip-flops. To Thomas slight embarrassment, he noticed she was a bit on the busty side. On her left wrists was an array of colorful rubber bands but what really caught Thomas's attention was the white headphones on her head. He had seen those headphones before.
Tiffany walked in nervously, coming closer to the assorted chairs. She noticed there was a bunch more chairs in the back that were folded.
"Um, hi? Uh, is this the B.P.S.P.U. meeting?" Tiffany asked shyly, coming a bit closer to the girl.
"Yup! Oh, if your wondering where Karynn and the others are, there in another room getting some stuff for the meeting. Karynn asked me to stay here to keep an eye on things." She said. "My name's Bree by the way." She gave Tiffany a cheerful smile.
Tiffany was feeling kind of shy around the girl. She looked to be about the same age as Brooke, maybe even older. "I-I'm T-Tiffany." She stuttered.
"Are those Sonico's headphones?!"
Bree's eyes shifted to Tiffany's shoulder to find a small man standing on it, holding on to a strand of the young girl's hair.
The girl got up out of her seat and almost ran into Tiffany. Tiffany recoiled back nervously but remained calm when girl stopped a few inches and got on her knees, gawking at what was a tiny man staring up at her.
"No way! You have a small person!?" She said, with a shocked look on her face. She blushed a bit, realizing what she had just said. "Oh, I mean you're a small person! Oh, um yeah, these are Sonico's headphones."
Thomas nodded, smiling to himself that he got it right. Sonico was a cute, sexy anime girl with pink hair. He never watched all of the anime but he knew she was in some type of rock band and would always were a pair of her trademark headphones just like the ones Bree was wearing. Ironically, Thomas remembered a scene when she was a giantess exploring a city.
Bree, was still staring in awe at the small man and how confident and bold he was in front of her. "Wow, y-your not scared or anything." She said. Tiffany picked Thomas of her shoulder and held him close to her chest, stepping away from the girl a bit.
"Tiffany...Tiffany! I can't breath!" Thomas yelled through her hand, although it sounded muffled. His frantic movements though caused her to open her hand out eventually. Thomas gasped for air after almost suffocating from being pinned to her chest. He glared up at her before bringing his attention back at Bree. The girl leaned in closer, curiously.
"Sorry about that. Yeah, but seriously, sweet headphones!" Thomas said, grinning up at the impossibly large face that was Bree's. He was feeling brave today knowing that whatever girl was here at this meeting must be gentle and wouldn't think to hurt him. "Bree, was it? I'm Thomas."
Bree blinked a few times, stupidified then her face broke into a huge grin. "Nice to meet 'cha, Thomas!" He's not scared! She thought excitedly. He's really not afraid of me!
Thomas was at awe when the gigantic girl smiled at him. Her breath had an minty aroma to it. Her cheeks displayed dimples that made her all the more attractive. "I'm guessing this is your first time meeting someone this small." Thomas said. It felt strange saying that. After all, it was these girls who where gigantic.
Bree averted her black eyes, frowning. "Not exactly. See, when I go to cities like yours, I try making friends with you guys but..."
"People run away from you." Thomas finished.
Bree bit her bottom lip, nodding. "Pretty much. I mean I understand but, seriously, don't you guys have any feeling! It really hurts mines when you run away like that! I mean, I'm always careful when I go to your cities. I tell everyone I don't mean them any harm but they always just scream and run." She sighed, taking a deep breath.
Both Thomas and Tiffany eyes widened at Bree's little tale. She sat back down on her chair, sighing again. "Sorry." She then gave Tiffany a sad smile. "You know, your lucky to have a small person as a friend like Thomas, here." She told her. Tiffany's gaze shifted to the floor, bashfully.
Thomas tapped on Tiffany's palm with his foot, grabbing her attention. He gestured for her to take a seat next to Bree. Tiffany hesitated at first but complied eventually.
"Tiffany, let her hold me." He told her.
Tiffany looked at him, baffled. "Are you crazy?! What if she drops you by accident?!"
Bree stared at the her with a bit of an offended look causing Tiffany to eep. The girl was obviously bigger than her and she had remembered the last time she had pissed off a bigger girl. "I-I'm... I'm sorry!" Tiffany blurted out, frightened.
Bree shook her head, waving her hands defensively "No! No! It's fine! It's good that your looking out for him like that."
Thomas crossed his arms, annoyed. "I'm sure you won't drop me by accident, Bree. Tiffany is just being paranoid."
Tiffany glared at him. "Why are you being so friendly with her?! You were afraid of mommy and you were afraid of Brooke so what going on now?!"
Thomas stared up at her, raising a brow. "What? Are you saying I should be afraid of every giant girl but you?"
Tiffany nodded, narrowing her eyes "Yes, Thomas! Not everyone is gonna be gentle with you like me. You're little so act like it!"
"Oh, you're such a hypocrite! First you tell me to trust Brooke now suddenly your telling me to fear every other girl?!" Thomas barked back.
"I don't even know what hip... hipa... whatever you just said means! Just don't say anything to nobody anymore!" Tiffany said, angrily.
"I'm not your pet!" Thomas retorted. " And I can talk to whoever I want!"
Tiffany felt her face getting red with anger. For a second, she wanted to crush the defiant tiny in her hand. "You're... you're so dumb, Thomas!"
Thomas gave her an incredulous look. "What the hell's the matter with you today?!"
Tiffany was about to open her mouth to respond but before she could, the door opened. Everyone's eyes turned to a young girl probably no older than thirteen with short messy brown hair falling down to her cheeks and neck. She wore a sleeveless meshy navy blue jersey with the number "21" written in yellow, a pair of black basketball shorts and a pair of blue and yellow sneakers with white crew socks.
"Hey, this the help tinies thing?" She asked.
Her sudden intrusion had startle everyone for a second but it was Bree who nodded finally. "Yeah. Karynn, the one hosting the meeting is just getting some stuff." She said.
The girl nodded slowly as she made her way to the table with the snacks. Bree and Thomas couldn't help but stare at the girl who had opened a small bag of Cheetos Crunch and grabbed a handful, stuffing them into her mouth and chewing noisily causing everyone to watch her for a second. Tiffany's attention however shifted back to Thomas who she poked in the back, causing him to fall on his hands and knees.
"Hey, what was that for?!" Thomas barked.
"Don't say anything to her!" Tiffany whispered angrily.
"You got one, too?"
Tiffany's face shot up to see that it was girl who had said that. She had already finished the bag of Cheetos and now had a small piece of Zebra Cake in her fingers. Stuffing the piece in her mouth, she made her way to Tiffany, sucking the cheesy residue from all of her fingers before reaching into her pocket and pulling out a girl by the waist.
Tiffany's and Thomas's eyes widened with shock and Bree gasped. The girl simply grinned as she waved the girl in front of Tiffany. "Hey, let's race them! I bet Trish is faster!" The girl said, eagerly.
"Oh my God..." Bree said, getting up with her hands on her mouth. She advanced to the the girl who gave Bree an annoyed look. "What?" The girl said.
"Please put her down, right now." Bree demanded. "She's not some toy you could just... just race! That's a human being!" Bree scrunched her face in disgust. "And you just sucked your fingers too and you're touching her with them!"
"No, it's quite alright. That's just Gwen for you."
Everyone's eyes except for the girl's now known as Gwen shifted to the small woman in her fingers. The woman, now grabbing everyone's attention smiled warmly. "Hello, everyone. It's nice to meet you all. My name is Trisha and this here is my owner, Gwen."
"Owner!!!" Both Thomas and Bree exclaimed in unison. Tiffany, not really surprised, only examined the small woman. Although a tiny, Tiffany could tell she was an older lady, maybe in her 30s with long frizzy blond hair and green eyes. Pretty too. Her clothing consisted of a rather skimpy gray halter tank top revealing much of her ample breasts and midriff. She wore a black mini-skirt and on top of that, she was barefooted. She talks funny like the people from Harry Potter, Tiffany thought to herself.
Trisha stared at Thomas confused, still being held by her waist. "Yes, owner. Are you not this girl's pet?" She asked, gesturing at Tiffany.
Thomas looked at the woman, perplexed. "Uh, no?"
Bree snapped her fingers. "Oh, I know! Your a petifist, aren't you?"
Thomas's perplex look was now trained on Bree. "A peti-what?" He had never heard such a word and wasn't sure if such a word even existed.
"Petifist are small people like you guys who offer theirselves as pets to girls or women like us." Bree elaborated.
Trisha nodded, affirmatively. "That's correct. We're not that popular you see, so I'm not surprised that you haven't heard the term before." She said.
"Oh, uh... right." Thomas replied. Who'd be crazy enough to be a petifist? He thought to himself.
Gwen grinned bringing the woman to her mouth. She extended her lengthy tongue which was coated in cheese, chocolate and white frosting and gave Trisha a long, sticky lick from toe to head. Tisha only giggled as the young girl's disgusting pink muscle slowly lapped her bending her back just a little as she did so. "Oh, hehe! Please Gwen, not in public!" Trisha tittered, enjoying the slobbering.
Gwen ignored her, giving her another slow lick from bottom to top, only stopping under the woman's breasts. Gwen's started to probe the underside of Trisha's breasts making them jiggle a bit. Trisha could only gasped as Gwen did this a few times before her tongue continued it's trek towards her face. The woman was coated with a thick phelgm mixed with a bit of chocolate, breathing heavily. Gwen looked at her with half opened eyes, giving her red lips a long lick. "I can't help it, Trish. Your just so tasty..." She cooed.
Bree had shielded her eyes during the whole ordeal shaking her head in disbelief, Thomas, still standing on Tiffany's palm, was appalled by the lewd act, mouth agape. Despite himself, an erection had stirred in his pants and Tiffany, too young to comprehend what had just happened found herself licking her own lips. She must taste really good, she thought to herself.
The door had opened again, this time it was Karynn. The slender yet shapely woman wore her hair in a ponytail wearing a white T-shirt with the words, "B.P.S.P. U. size doesn't matter, we're all human" with brown Capri's pants, sporting a gold ankle bracelet with a few sun and moon charms on her left ankle and wore brown flats, holding a stack of papers in her arms followed by a raven haired woman with long straight hair and a light blond haired girl wearing a large biege beach hat on her head both carrying a large green plastic bin. Gwen quickly deposited Trisha back into her shorts pocket before any of the newcomers could see her.
Karynn gave everyone an apologetic smile. "Sorry about that everyone and thank you Bree for watching over the room while we were gone." She said.
Bree smiled. "It was no problem at all."
Karynn nodded, returning the smile. "OK everyone, let me just put these down and we'll get started, OK?" She said, cheerily.
As the two girls behind her brought the bin inside the room and placed it on the floor, the raven haired woman stooped down to tie her black Nike sneakers while the light blond made her way over to towards Tiffany and Thomas. She knelt down towards Tiffany who gave the girl a nervous look, backing up a little. The girl merely beamed. "Hello there, friend! My name is Cecilia Madison Cornwell but of course, you may call me Cecilia or Lia if you'd like." She said, not exactly looking at Tiffany as she spoke to her.
Tiffany gulped, unsure of what to make of the situation. "Uh, OK." She responded.
Cecilia's eyes rose up to Tiffany's face, giving her an annoyed look. Thomas, who was still in Tiffany's hand was the one who spoke up. "Um, Tiff. I think she was talking to me."
Cecilia gave him an appreciative smile. Thomas had seen many pretty giantesses but he couldn't deny the fact this girl was the most beautiful one he had ever saw so far. Her long wavy light blond hair was vibrant such was her porcelain skin that practically glowed. Her face was soft, completely flawless of any blemishes and her grey eyes regarded him with so much compassion, Thomas couldn't possibly fear her.
Perched on her head was a large beige beach hat with a violet colored flower, an acessory of some sort pinned to the left side. She wore a white strappy dress with a few pink and yellow flower designs on it with a pair of white slipper sandals and adorning her neck was a pearl necklace. Her body was petite with subtle curves and perky breasts. She looked to be an young adult, probably no older than Thomas himself
"Uh, hey... Lia. I'm Thomas." Thomas said, giving her a smile.
Cecilia extended her index finger towards him, stopping only a few feet from his body. Thomas rose an eyebrow, confused but then laughed when he eventually understood what it meant. He eagerly grabbed Cecilia's dainty finger and with both arms, gave it a grab. Cecilia shook her finger gently in a way that made it look like Thomas was the one shaking it.
Cecilia giggled lightly. "Thomas... what a nice name and you're handsome, too." Thomas blushed scratching the back of his head. "Heh... well, uh... I..." He stuttered. He felt his world turn dark however when a hand covered him. Tiffany's hand.
Tiffany pulled back her hands in a defensive matter giving Cecilia a bitter look, pouting.
"OK that's enough." She said to her closed hands, feeling Thomas beating on her fingers, angrily.
Cecilia stood up, hands on her hips. "That was very rude of you, little girl. Thomas was talking and you just pulled him away."
Tiffany glared up at the girl. "He's done talking for today." She responded.
Cecilia scoffed. "Excuse me? Is he a petifist because he sure doesn't look like the submissive type to me. Now be a nice girl and let me finish speaking to him." She said, with a rather authoritive tone, gesturing Tiffany to bring her hands forward.
Bree, Gwen and the raven haired woman were watching the spectacle go on before Bree got up and went over towards them.
"Hi, Cecilia was it? My name's Bree." Bree said, trying to break the tension.
Cecilia turned towards her giving her a rather dirty look. Bree cringed a bit from the look she got. "Yeah, sure, nice to meet you. Look, you girls may think this program is an opportunity to play with smaller people but you're sadly mistaken. They're frail, delicate beings who have rights just like you and I." The light blonde lectured with an imperious look.
Bree nodded quickly. "Oh no, definitely! I totally agree!"
Cecilia rolled her eyes. What the hell's her problem? Bree thought.
"What's going on over here?" Karynn asked with a worried look on her face, making her way back to the circle after looking over the papers on the desk.
Cecilia's dirty look quickly softened to one that looked more angelic. "Ms. Yates," she whined. "I was having a conversation with a smaller person in that girl's hand and before he could finish talking, she completely shut her hand over him as if he had no rights of his own! Surely such behavior isn't allowed here."
Tiffany opened her mouth in shock.
Gwen giggled. "Snitch!" She said.
Cecilia gave her a glare. "Care to repeat that?"
"Make me." Gwen taunted.
"Oh, just wait till this meeting is over..." Cecilia seethed.
The raven haired woman with bangs slightly covering her eyes wearing a white tank top with a small short-sleeved black jacket that revealed her busty chest was in the front, sitting on the bin this whole time sighed, with her arms crossed under her sizable breasts and with a black spandex covered leg folded over the other. "Ugh, children..." She muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes.
"OK, please! Everyone let's try to get along here." Karynn said. She went over to Tiffany, bending over to face her eye to eye giving her a sweet smile. "Tiffany, was it? Could you please let your friend out. His name was Thomas, correct?"
Tiffany, feeling a little comfortable around the woman nodded shyly, bringing her hands out slowly and opened it. Thomas, who was revealed, was sitting in her hand with his arms crossed, a peeved look on his face.
"See!" Cecilia pointed, accusingly. "Look how mad Thomas looks!"
Karynn, ignoring her stared at Thomas through her rimmed glasses. "Thomas, are you OK?" She asked. Thomas, who was muttering to himself a little looked up. "Oh, huh. Yeah. Tiffany does this type of thing all the time." Thomas responded.
Karynn smiled. "Good. I just want you to know you're part of this meeting just as much as anyone here." Thomas nodded, smiling appreciatively.
Once again, the door opened and everyone's attention was now on a buxom blonde girl who's hair was done up in a braided crown wearing a violet colored tank top with a violet and white striped pom-pom shorts and white sandal slippers with red flower assecories on it. On her shoulders was a shirtless young man wearing a pair of yellow sweatpants, slippers, and a colorful beanie on his head.
"Hi! You're just in time!" Karynn beamed.
The girl regarded everyone in the room uncaringly before making her way to a seat. Everyone's reaction to her was different as Cecilia scoffed silently at her presence, Bree smiled nervously, Gwen shrugged her shoulders and the raven haired woman eyed her just as unimpressed as she did everyone else. It was both Tiffany and Thomas however who paled when they saw her. Tiffany started to whimper softly and Thomas gulped nervously. Suddenly he didn't feel so safe anymore.
It was Beverly...
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Giantess World
