This choice: ".... I’m going to give you your bath tonight.” • Go Back... As Christy strolled back toward her room she patted Elfie’s little head and explained. “I don’t think you understand. I’m going to give you your bath tonight.”
Elfie was afraid that was what she meant.
Entering her bathroom Christy poured a small amount of bubble bath into the sink, turned on the water and sat down. With a slightly mischievous smile she slipped the tiny clogs from Elfie’s doll feet and set them on the counter. Then, she dragged her fingers up Elfie’s doll legs and pinched the hem of the short dress.
Just by the look on the girl’s face, Elfie knew what was about to happen. She struggled valiantly but, in vain as Christy pulled her thin summer dress over her head, leaving the miniature miss in her knee socks, bra and panties. Her tiny heart was racing as she gazed up and saw the face of a huge child filled with curiosity. She might be almost as helpless as a doll but she knew that her diminutive body would be considerably more fascinating to the giant girl who was holding her in the palm of her hand. She couldn’t keep a begging quality from her voice “Please, Christy, stop this!”
“Mom says that one day I’ll have boobies too,”, said Christy, as she ran an inquisitive finger over Elfie’s tiny brassiere. Her shrunken baby-sitter’s futile attempts to ward off her finger only added to her amusement.
Alarm filled Elfie as her bra-strap was explored. Before she could do a thing, a quick pinch of the huge child’s fingers released the clasp and Elfie’s substantial, even heavy, firm breasts sprang free. Her perky nipples stiffened quickly as the cool air brushed over them.
Delighted by the sight of the tiny rose tips of Elfie’s miniature breasts, Christy gently pinched and teased them for a minute before easing the brassiere from Elfie’s slender shoulders.
Elfie knew that if she didn’t do something soon she would be stark naked in a matter of minutes. She kept trying to push her bra back up. But the girl’s giant fingers kept getting in the way. She decided to gamble. “Christy, put me down!” she said sternly.
“Oh Elfie, you’re so cute and funny when you try to be serious.”, chuckled the girl as her finger tickled Elfie’s tummy. She returned to sliding her fingers all around the little mounds. Christy especially enjoyed dragging her fingers on the tiny nubbins of flesh on the tips of Elfie’s breasts. She could tell that they grew.
“Let go of me! Dammit!”, shouted Elfie. Her giant charge had taken up pressing on her nipples and watching them spring out again. What was merely a game to the child that held her, was sexual torment to Elfie. She knew she had to act when Christy began licking her lips. Placing her feet against the giant hand Elfie pushed with all her might. Try as she might she was unable to shift Christy’s hands one bit. Finally in desperation she screamed at the top of her tiny lungs, “YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! I---AM—NOT-- A --TOY!”
“Silly little Elfie. You still don’t understand do you?”, said Christy with a sigh. “You are a toy now. You’re my toy.” With that Christy shifted the half naked living doll to her left hand and held her face down, arms pinned tightly to her sides. Her Mom had warned her that the spell might need reinforcement. She stroked the silk-covered mounds lightly and grinned. Careful not to scratch the tender flesh, she got a fingernail under the soft panties, tugged them to her knees, and said “They look so kissable. But, you must be taught. You’re mine. My doll. My little living doll. Mine forever more.”
Elfie, naked now except for her socks, gasped in terrified anticipation as she now felt her tiny panties pulled down all the way to her ankles. “Christy…don’t…you can't… please don’t.”, she whined. A shudder ran through her small body as the young giantess began gently petting her naked, little ass.
Christy didn’t reply to the pleas. She just absently pinched, cupped and patted Elfie’s firm little mounds for a while, enjoying their feel. Then began to quietly lecture her.
You must remember your promise... <Smack!> A two-finger impact
Ooooowwww!!!
You promised that you would be good... <Swat!> Another two-finger impact
Ouch!!!
You promised to behave... <Whack!!!> Another two-finger impact
Yeeeeouuch!!!
And you promised to obey... <Whap!!!> A three-finger impact
Eeeeeeee!!!
And that means that you are my doll! <Swat, Swat, Swat!!!> A series of three-finger impacts
Bwahoohooohooohohohoo!!!
The spanking continued for a few minutes. Eventually Elfie’s miniature bottom was bright red and she was sobbing uncontrollably. At last Christy decided that she had made her point and stopped. She knew she couldn’t pound 12” Elfie-doll nearly as hard or as long as she had the 3 foot midget version.
By this time Elfie had ceased crying from lack of breath and was only moaning softly.
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