Tamara Finds Out That Smaller is Better MF/f

[Gamersam777]

Tamara and Deanna grew up on the same street, same church, same schools, and now the same college. Sophomore year and they still did everything together. Classes, rides, parties, guys. If one of them was somewhere, the other was about to be.

Tamara was 5'6", petite through the waist, flat stomach, small C-cup tits, long legs, thick thighs, and a heart-shaped ass that got looked at more than she pretended. Light brown hair with blonde highlights, green eyes. Deanna had the height, almost 5'10", average build, a real hourglass, and D cups she didn't bother hiding. Dyed black hair, brown eyes.

Ethics that afternoon was about the serum. They banned it years before either of us got to campus. It started as a cancer drug. Small doses shrank tumors. Big doses shrank the person. A few hours, sometimes longer, then you came back. People used it anyway. Parties, porn, couples, dares. Tinies got dropped, sat on, lost in couches, kept past the window. A few didn't come back right. The ban was about that, and about the other thing the clinics started reporting. Imprinting. If you spent the shrink with someone, really with them, a lot of people came back bonded to that person. Not a crush. A pull. They called them their big. Some of it faded. Some of it didn't. Divorce filings, dropped classes, tinies who couldn't sleep unless their big was in the room. The black market never went away. Same as any drug.

The small group got the debate prompt. Should owning a mini be legal if the mini wants it. Most of the circle said no, imprinting meant they couldn't consent, the ban was the ban. I said if she asks, and she stays because she wants to, then yes. Deanna kicked me under the table and tried not to smile. After class she said, "You weren't doing a bit." I told her I wasn't. I'd wanted to try it since the first old clip I found.

She had a guy in chem. We went to her dad's house. He was out of town. Michael was already there, gym shorts, cock pushing the fabric. Not a boyfriend. We both fucked him, sometimes the same week. I'd had him that afternoon. Deanna had him the night before. She set the bottle on the counter and I knew what it was before she said it.

"That's it?"

"Full dose. Few hours. You in?"

"I've been in since I heard about it."

I sat on his lap in a tank top and panties. His hand was on my bare thigh, thumb under the edge of the panties. Deanna poured it and held the glass up. "Drink it, Tamara." I drank. The room dropped.

The tank top came down on me like a sheet. I crawled and the cotton buried me. I yelled for Michael. My voice came out thin and high. I yelled for Deanna. His hand pressed the shirt flat and I couldn't get air. He found my ankles and lifted me out. I hung upside down, naked, face swelling, staring at my clothes piled on his thigh. My tits pointed at the floor. I swore at him. He laughed and bounced me once so my whole body jerked. "Easy, Tamara." I said please.

Deanna had her phone out, photo, not video. She pulled the clothes away and crouched in so she was in the frame, lips pursed, one eye shut. The shutter clicked. "Hold her still. I want Tamara in it." He shoved the shorts down. His cock came up hard, thick, longer than I was, the head already wet. A vein stood out along the shaft. He dropped me on it. I hit warm skin, slid, and caught myself on my hands and knees with my face near the head and my ass toward his stomach. She leaned in beside him, tongue out, and took another one. I arched, spread my knees, and stuck my ass up so he could see my cunt. I was wet. I looked at the phone.

His finger ran up my spine and patted my head. "Good girl, Tamara." Then his thumb pushed between my cheeks, over my asshole, and down onto my cunt. The pad covered me from hole to clit. He rubbed. I rocked on it. My nipples dragged on his cock. I came with my mouth open on his skin, hips jerking, a high sound I couldn't keep in. He didn't stop. He kept the thumb there until I came again, messier, and I felt it smear on him. Deanna got the face. Silly peace sign, then a real one, mouth open, eyes on me.

I got my arms around the shaft as far as they would go. They didn't meet. I licked the head, the slit, the underside. I couldn't fit my mouth over it. I rubbed my cunt on the vein and said it into the skin.

"Please let me worship your cock."

Deanna laughed and snapped one of herself grinning over his shoulder. "Look at Tamara. She's fucking it. Don't stop for me."

Her fist closed around me. Dark, her lotion, her pulse, almost no air. My face was in her palm and my feet stuck out. She squeezed once, not hard, just enough that I felt how easy it would be. "I've got you, Tamara." She held me up next to her cheek and took a selfie, kissy face, my legs dangling by her jaw. I saw the hardwood past her thumb. If I fell I was dead. She set me on my back along the underside of his cock and pinned my stomach with one finger so I couldn't roll off. The shaft lay on me from my tits to my knees, hot and heavy. Every time he flexed it knocked the breath out of me. I licked what I could reach. I got a hand on my clit and rubbed while I licked. She framed my face under the head and clicked. I came under the weight of it, legs shaking, cunt dripping on her dad's couch.

She wanted a turn. She pulled her shirt off and lay back, tits out, shorts off, legs open. Michael held me by the waist between two fingers and lowered me onto her mouth. "Open up for Tamara." Her tongue was bigger than I was. She licked me from my asshole up over my cunt to my clit, slow, flat, then faster. The tongue covered all of me. I grabbed at it and couldn't. She sucked my whole lower body into her mouth and I came on her tongue, screaming in that thin voice, while Michael watched and stroked himself beside her face. His cock bumped my shoulder. The head was wet and smeared my arm. She made him take the phone. He got her with me on her tongue, her eyes up, middle finger at the lens.

She told him to put me on her tit. I hugged the nipple and sucked. It filled my arms. She moaned and held me there with two fingers pressed over my back, grinding my cunt against the nipple. She took a selfie like that, chin down, smile too big. Michael pushed his cock against her other tit. I was eye level with the head. Precum strung off it and hit my thigh.

Deanna said she wanted me on it when he came. She set me on the head and said, "Hold on, Tamara." I wrapped my arms around the ridge and my legs under the crown. He jerked off with me stuck there. His fist came up the shaft and brushed my ass and my feet on every stroke. The head swelled in my arms. She stood over us and snapped three, last one with her own mouth open right as he finished. It hit me in the face, the mouth, the tits, thick and hot, pulse after pulse, and I almost lost my grip. It ran down my stomach and over my cunt. She scooped me up, licked the cum off my face and chest, and sucked my cunt clean while I was still twitching. A selfie with me on her tongue, eyes half shut. Then she put me on the cushion, soaked.

She dropped onto the couch beside him and opened the camera roll. "Okay. These are insane." Michael leaned in. I was on his thigh, still wet, still shaking a little. They swiped. The upside-down shot. Deanna's kissy face with my legs by her jaw. Me spread on his cock. Me under the head. Me on her tongue with her middle finger up. They laughed at every one.

"Look at her face," Deanna said. "She's gone."

"She came like three times," Michael said. "Little pet."

"Right? Tamara the pet. She probably wants you to keep her." Deanna snorted and zoomed in. "This one's actually hot, though. Send me that."

They kept going. Funny, then a little horny, then funny again. I heard my name and pet and owned and neither of them meant it. I did. The pictures didn't look like a dare anymore. They looked like the only thing that had ever happened to me. My chest hurt with it. My cunt hurt with it. I grabbed the hem of his shorts and pulled myself in, off his thigh, into the dark against him. Warm skin. The smell of him. His cock soft against my stomach, still bigger than me. I didn't ask. I got my legs around what I could and rubbed.

"Oh my God," Deanna said. "She's in your shorts."

"Tamara." He looked down. I didn't stop. I couldn't. I ground my clit on him and made that thin sound into his skin. "She's humping me."

"Your pet's in heat." Deanna was laughing, phone still up. "You gonna own her or what? Collar, little bed, the whole thing."

"She'd let me," he said, and he wasn't wrong.

He didn't take over to get off. He fished me out, laid me on my back in his palm, and put two fingers on me, one over my tits so I stayed put, one rubbing my cunt. Slow. For me. Deanna narrated the whole thing.

"There she goes. Look at her hips. She can't even talk. Our little pet. You break her, you buy her."

"She's already bought," he said, thumb circling my clit. "Aren't you, Tamara?"

I nodded. I came on his fingers with my hands on his skin, harder than the others, and they laughed through it, not mean, not really, just like it was a bit. It wasn't a bit. I stayed in his palm after, holding on. Three hours earlier I'd said in class that if she asks, she can be kept. I already knew I was going to ask.

A few days later I caught Deanna after class and asked where she got the bottle.

"Why?"

"I want another one."

She looked at me. "You've been weird. You skipped the party. You don't hang after class. You barely talk unless Michael's there. Then you're fine."

"I'm tired."

"You're not tired. You're doing the thing from the lecture."

"It's wearing off."

It was, a little. I could get through a lecture without checking if he was on campus. I still slept in his shirt. I still got wet thinking about his hand closing. Deanna let it go and wouldn't give me her guy's name.

That night I went on a board I already had bookmarked. Minis, bigs, clips, people trading what the ban was supposed to have killed. I didn't post the photos. I wrote:

First shrink a few days ago. Full dose, a few hours, at a friend's house with her and a guy we both see. I knew what it was going in. I wanted it. It wasn't a dare by the end. I spent most of it on him. Hands, mouth, his cock, her too. They took pictures and laughed and called me a pet and I can't stop looking at them. I know about imprinting. I can feel it wearing off and I still don't want it to. My friend won't get me more. If someone has a dose and wants a tiny who already knows she likes it, I'm in. Man or woman. I don't care which, I care about the size. I can host or come to you.

A woman answered in an hour. Older than me. She said she didn't sell. She shared, if the tiny was for her. Her place. She sent a picture: tall, dark hair, hand held up to the lens so I could see the scale, captioned this is where you'd sit.

I said yes.

Friday she texted an address and told me to wear something I didn't mind losing. I stood on her step in a short dress and no panties, bottle not even in my hand yet, and knocked.

[TheBigG]

Can’t really blame her hope this continues