You stared up at your wife, and realized that she hadn't grasped Cherry's meaning. She thought Cherry was just asking about sexual roleplaying. Which, if that had been the case, it would've been a harmless question. What mixed-size couple hadn't utilized an affected's natural squishiness for some bedroom fun? The issue was, you saw the glint in Cherry's eye, and knew that wasn't what she was really asking. In fact, that's why she'd abandoned asking you and turned to Mari instead. She wanted to know how you best liked to serve Mari...because that's what she thought you were meant to do.
Cherry tapped her chin. "Don't be embarrassed, Mari! What's the little guy's usage license say he's best at?"
This time, Mari reacted, eyes widening. "Matt doesn't have a usage license, Cherry!" She exclaimed.
"And I never will!" You chimed in, though Cherry didn't seem to hear you.
The woman put a hand on her cheek. "Oh, shoot! Egg on my face, then! I'm so sorry, Mari, I just assumed! Shucks, I look so silly now. Please, forgive me, Mari. I guess it has been a long time, if was dumb of me to assume how you and Matt choose to express your love for each other. Despite, in my opinion, being really convenient, usage licenses aren't for everyone. I can respect someone wanting more freedom in how they use their tiny partners."
Mari looked too stunned to speak, so you cut in. "Cherry, listen. I don't have a usage license because Mari respects me as a human being, not as a plaything. We don't listen to those CTC lies."
Cherry clicked her tongue and wagged her finger at you. "Now, Matt, don't go calling things you don't like 'lies'. That's pretty hurtful, little guy."
"No tiny wants a life of servitude!"
"That just ain't true, Matt." Cherry defiantly shook her head. "I don't have internet out here, so all my news comes from the newspaper and magazines I subscribe to, and even they say that that's wrong. Tinies love being used! They're happier when they're used, and of service to us unaffected. It said so in all of my magazines!"
"And which magazines are those?" You huffed.
"CTC Weekly and Understanding Use." Cherry answered simply, not a hint of irony in her sweet voice.
You facepalmed. "Yeah, maybe try the Fair Tiny Treatment Foundation instead, Cherry."
"The what?" The girl blinked. "Is that some new thing? I'm always behind the times, but I'm totally all about being fair to tinies! And what's more fair then using all tinies across the world, so no little cutie is left out?"
Mari cut in. "Cherry...forgive me, but some of what you're saying sounds...different from how I remember you."
Cherry turned sheepish. "Yeah...I'm pretty embarrassed about how I acted. I mean, golly, I'm such a ditz!" Cherry giggled. "I spent years trying to 'save' my siblings from my mom, aunt, and neighbors, only to finally realize that they were all just trying to give my siblings what they wanted all this time. What all tinies want. In these years running the farm, my mom and aunt really opened my eyes to the truth that I'd been too stubborn to see. I was too busy trying to be a 'protective big sis' that I was more like an 'abusive big sis' in how I kept my siblings from their dreams!"
Mari bit her lip hesitantly. "Uh...huh."
"And, geez, do I feel liberated now!" Cherry spread her arms and laughed. "I think I was secretly jealous of my mom and aunt for so openly using my siblings and other tinies, because deep down I knew that they were right? Can you believe that I spent so many years trying to 'hide my impulses', when what I was really doing was suppressing truth? But don't worry, I've really started to make up for lost time, both with my siblings and also with any other tinies I come across. Now, I basically make it my mission to help tinies find their true callings!"
You watched in horror as Cherry pulled back the corner of her top to reveal an extremely-strained tan bra. She then hiked up her overall shorts a bit, and you gaped at the sight of a floss-like tan thong deep in the girl's plump butt cheeks. Finally, she pulled out a beaten tan rag from the front pocket of her overalls, and began wiped at her armpits and thighs, all while flashing you and Mari a cheeky grin.
"Yep! Isn't this exciting? Every single day I get to work alongside my siblings, supporting the Coppersmith Farms while they," She paused to giggle. "Support me! I licensed them about fifteen years ago, and never looked back since! They have such fun and happy lives now, and I'm happy too since I get to know they've finally achieved their dreams, and I get to enjoy all their useful benefits!" Cherry spun in a little circle. "I also made sure their usage licenses allowed for me to alternate their forms, so every few months I switch up who is my bra, who is my thong, and who is my sweat towel. It's so much fun!"
You felt sick to your stomach, so Mari spoke up instead. "W-Well...I'm happy for you, Cherry. What a...relationship you and your siblings have."
"It's what you could have with Matt, Mari." Cherry said simply. "Seriously, trust me, all this data is real. Tinies are happier and more fulfilled when being used. It's simple biology and science! I know I'm not the smartest around, but it's gotta be true, and my siblings are living proof."
"I...don't know, Cherry." Mari glanced down at you with a furrowed brow. "Matt says the opposite, and unlike those organizations, he's an actual affected."
Cherry shrugged. "They say denial is a big problem with tinies, but, whatever. I can see you're a little uncomfortable, so we'll move on. Just keep my words in mind, yeah? You really can't knock it until you've tried it! But I don't wanna force you. It's always better to reach these decisions on your own. Everyone should get a choice!"
You rolled your eyes and glared at Cherry, but she didn't notice. Who the hell was she to talk about 'choice'? Though you couldn't exactly speak for her siblings, you had a strong suspicion that they hadn't been given a choice at all, and had been forced into becoming their big sister's property against their wishes. And fifteen years of servitude and counting? A part of you wondering if they were even still sane, and your heart broke for these three poor affected all suffering because a single gullible giantess was manipulated into being a monster thanks to her mom, aunt, and the CTC.
Changing the subject, Mari pointed out to the fields. "Say, I noticed a lot of cars parked along the road, and people out in the fields. Your farmhands?"
"Sorta, but all volunteers!" Cherry beamed proudly. "Coppersmith Farms has gotten really popular as a place for people to do volunteer work, and shucks, I'm always happy for the help! Little kids, high schoolers, heck even some inmates from the Oakland County Prison do community service hours here. But, for some reason, we're extremely popular with this college group from Weston University. A sorority, something like Oh Mega Gamers Fly?"
"Omega Gamma Phi." Mari corrected. "That's a really popular sorority."
"Yeah, that's the one!" Cherry snapped her fingers. "I've always got girls from that place helping out around here. Such sweet and funny ladies, and they always have such entertaining stories about how they use their own little licensed friends! Uh, oops, I said we'd move on from that, sorry!" Cherry grinned. "Anyway, should we start the tour? I can't wait to show you everything?"
Mari took a deep breath and then smiled, putting aside her mild concerns in favor of embracing a fun day with an old friend. "Yes, let's."
You, meanwhile, were more hesitant. Not only was Cherry's newly CTC-brainwashed attitude some serious bad news, but now you had the knowledge that all those unaffected you saw out in the fields were OGP girls? The biggest tiny-hating sadists in existence? You were seriously beginning to come on this trip, and only the strong presence of your wife at your side put you at ease. Slightly at ease. She wasn't speaking up in your defense as much as you'd have liked, and the small pause she'd taken when refuting Cherry's usage license idea was a bit perturbing.
You sighed. "Okay, let's--"
"So before we begin, the bathroom is over there." Cherry talked over you, really tuning you out of the conversation. She pointed to an outhouse behind the farm house. "Pipes burst in my farm house, so until it's fixed, we'll be relying on that outhouse. It's cleaned once a week, and lucky you, it's fresh and ready for use should you need it!" Cherry giggled. "Lucky you didn't come yesterday, because if you don't spend hours a day here like I do, I've heard it can smell pretty awful!" Cherry rocked on her heels, the picture of pure innocence sharply contrasting with her skewed and dangerous views towards affected.
1) The tour starts, and Cherry takes Mari towards the apple trees to pick some produce with the OGP girls.
2) The tour starts, and Cherry takes Mari over towards where some OGP girls are tending to the animals.
3) The tour starts, and Cherry takes Mari into the farm house to show her where she handles all of her financial business, as well as just her living quarters.
4) Before the tour starts, Mari (and you) go to the outhouse so Mari can relieve herself before getting underway.
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