Whatever tea was, it tasted good. Emma had scrounged around for a spare thimble from the bedroom, rinsing it out briefly before filling it with tea. It was about the size of a mug in James’s hands.
“See? That should help get you settled in.” She sat at the table with him, sipping the warm beverage from her own mug.
“Yeah, it’s. It’s good. Thank you.”
James sipped the beverage, enjoying the warmth. He was still naked, and feeling more than a little exposed. He tried to ignore it but was blushing furiously. The tea seemed to help ease his nerves. Emma was eyeing him over the rim of her mug as she sipped. They drank in silence, James felt unsure if he should speak up. Emma seemed about to say something multiple times but just drank more instead. She shifted uneasily in her seat. James smiled to try to lighten the mood, looking around the apartment for something to distract from the awkward tension. There was a lot of clutter but things seemed more or less organized.
“You, uh, collect those?” James pointed to a row of minifigures on the shelf.
“Oh?” Emma seemed to break from a trance, searching the wall for what he meant, “yeah, those. I like the anime. I know it’s kind of dumb.”
“I’m not familiar.” James shrugged. The small folk didn’t get much anime.
“They’re from Starship Red. Here, I’ll show you.”
Emma got up to grab a figure from the shelf along the wall. A Small dust ring was left behind where she had plucked it. She placed the figure on the table. He was all vinyl, in an action pose, and wearing a sci-fi uniform. He was around as tall as James.
“This one is Admiral Jei, he is sorta supposed to be the leader. He’s… not very good at it.” Emma showcased the male figure, who was pointing dramatically towards somewhere in the distance. He had spiky hair poking out from under a fancy hat, and his robe was fixed into a permanent dramatic billow.
“Cool. Maybe we could watch it sometime?”
“Yeah. Maybe. I don’t know if you would like it. I can show you the others later, but I think it’s bath time now.”
“Oh, Okay.”
“Hold still.”
Emma took the empty thimble from James and placed it next to her empty mug. Then she grasped James between her thumb and forefinger, with her free hand rising underneath to support his bottom. It was a rather embarrassing way to be held, but it was comfortable. James realized she wasn’t bringing him to the bathroom, but rather to the kitchen counter near the sink.
There was a large glass bowl in the sink, big enough for James and then some. Emma held him with one hand, pinching him around the midsection a little harder to make sure she didn’t drop him. Her hands were so warm and soft, and she had started to become more comfortable manipulating James. Each sudden movement gave James a mini panic, but he did his best to relax into her. She used her free hand to turn on the faucet, then ran her fingers under the water. James watched with fascination, as that sort of hot water wasn’t really available on such short notice in the homes for small folk. He hesitated a glance upwards. She was still staring at him as she felt the water. James smiled, which Emma mirrored.
“That should be warm enough.” She said and turned the faucet to fill the glass bowl.
Emma dangled James over the steaming bowl. She dipped him down just enough for his foot to touch and then raised her eyebrows to confirm his comfort. It was a little on the hot side, but James was a little on the cold side. The water stung just the right amount and felt good. Emma eased him into the water, eliciting gasps of relaxation from James.
“Oh, wow. Yeah, that feels good.”
“Good. I have some old pet shampoo, it’s pretty mild. It might dry out your skin but I have some lotion for afterwards. You’ll also maybe want to cover your eyes.”
“Uh, Ok, sounds good!” James was relieved to get some suds going to help shield his nudity from her.
The soap had a pleasant vanilla scent. Emma pumped two gobs of the white soap into the palm of her hand and used her fingers to work it into a lather with the water in the bowl. Before long, the water had taken on a bright sheen with many bubbles on the surface.
“Arms up.”
James complied, and Emma started her work. She scrubbed gently with her fingertip in small circles around his midsection. She started with his armpits, wrapping his body between two fingers and spinning him to get the best angles. James floated in the soapy mixture and tried to relax. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, and it was good to have something to focus on besides the silence.
“So, did you have any tiny girls back home?”
“Uh, I… I guess not. Not really.” James said as she scrubbed him.
“That’s a shame. You’re really cute.”
“Thanks.”
“Like, really. Feels almost wrong you’re just a doll.”
James wasn’t sure what to say. He just smiled and focused on treading water. Emma lifted him by his arms as she worked lower down his body. Her fingers were incredibly thorough, leaving no inch of him free from their brisk circles. She went lower, and her thumb ran over his crotch. She didn’t seem to notice as she massaged him, the pad of her thumb making small circles around his genitals.
“Hey, uh, careful.”
“Oh. Sorry. I guess I’m not used to dolls with… Everything.” Emma blushed.
“Yeah, it’s OK. I think I can clean myself down there?” His voice was unsure, wasn’t this something he should do himself?
“No, I don’t think so. I’d like to.” Her thumb pressed harder into his cock.
“Well, if it’s all the same… It’s my, uh, it’s private.” James shifted uncomfortably, twisting to get away from her eager hands.
“I don’t think you have private stuff anymore, hon. I’m sorry”
“It’s still my body, I don’t think-”
“I mean, it’s kinda not. I’m- I’m sorry, James. Your parts belong to me now, remember?”
“I… Emma. This is…”
“Look I just need to make sure you’re clean, alright? Then we’ll get you some temporary clothes. I’m not like… A pervert or something.” Emma laughed, but not in a reassuring way.
“Um, I don’t know.”
“Listen, James, I want to be nice. I want you to let me take care of you. But if you won’t let me then it’s still going to happen. Just not as nice. Your choice.” She held him by his arms, legs suspended in the water. His lower torso was covered in bubbles.
“Ok” was all he could say. It’s not like he had much of a choice.
“Good boy.”
James turned another shade redder as she smiled and started to work on him. He tried not to make eye contact as she worked around his crotch. She vigorously scrubbed his butt, under his balls, and grabbed his cock between her thumb and forefinger. She was still gentle, but her massive fingers moved so quickly. James was embarrassed to realize he was starting to get hard.
“Oh. Um, That’s…” Emma tried to speak up as she fondled him.
“I, uh, yep. That’s what happens. Could you maybe…” James tried to play it cool but was really hoping she would stop.
“Oh. Right. Sorry. I guess I’ve never played with one.”
James wasn’t sure if she meant a doll or a penis but was glad that she moved on to the rest of his body. She gently scrubbed his legs and feet, and the massage was welcome. James tried to think of unsexy things to cool down but her hands were so soft and her face was so close. She was so pretty, and it had been a long time…
“Ok! All done. Hold still, I’ll rinse you.”
James squeezed his legs together to try and hide his raging hard-on. His embarrassment was no barrier to his sexual needs, and his body seemed to be on board with Emma’s prodding. She made sure the water was the right temperature before rinsing him, and she made an almost imperceptible noise when she noticed what James was hiding between his legs.
“It’s OK, you know.” She said as she brought him to a dry dish towel.
“I’m sorry, it’s not really like this. This is just really weird.”
“I know. Let me dry you off, at least.”
James relented, glad that it was almost over. He badly wanted release and looked forward to the evening when he might be left alone to his own devices. Emma wiped and patted him dry, gently easing apart his legs so she could get everything. The pressure was still building in James, and it was almost unbearable. When the towel was removed, he crouched down to hide his shame.
“It’s OK. I promise.”
“I think I need a minute, it’ll go away on its own.”
“Let me see.”
“Emma, I-”
“We already talked about it. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Who are you even hiding from?” Emma gestured to the empty apartment.
James tentatively rose, his legs unfurling to reveal his arousal. He stood up straight as his cock stood out to full attention. Emma leaned in, her lips hanging open slightly. Sheer wonder dominated her face. She reached her finger across the counter, ready to poke his erection. James turned away reflexively, pointing away from her.
“It’s OK, I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I know, it’s just. This is really… really weird. I don’t normally let people touch me like… Like that.”
“I’m not just anyone. I’m your owner, now. It’s OK, you’re safe.”
James turned back to face her. She was beaming warmth and understanding, and James shuddered for what it did to him. His body screamed internally. He wanted her. If not her, something. His head was heavy with lust.
“You need a little help, huh?”
“I- I… I’m” James stammered.
“Tell you what. I’m going to use this lotion,” Emma brandished a small bottle above him, “and I’m just going to moisturize you.”
“Oh, …k- kay.” James said through deep breaths.
“And if your body does something while I do that, it’s OK.”
“It’s n- I don’t- I think- I’m…” James’s gaze was locked on her lips as she leaned in close.
“You’re my toy, now,” she seemed to say to herself more than anyone, “and you’re- you’ve got to let go. Of who you were before. OK?” She tried to smile but seemed a little out of it herself.
James merely nodded. Her breath washed over him, causing him to throb even harder in anticipation. He wasn’t sure what he was doing but his body was overriding his rationality. Maybe this girl wasn’t so bad. Maybe he just needed to take the edge off. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad gig, some big anime nerd trying to jerk him off. James gulped hard, then nodded some more.
“Good boy.” Her words sent him into a frenzy. He started to hyperventilate.
Emma poured some lotion between her fingers and worked it around for a moment to heat it up. She was shaking slightly and seemed almost just as nervous.
“Relax now, I got you.”
She wasted no time, and James almost collapsed as she wrapped one hand behind him. He relaxed into her warm embrace, and she held him in a gentle seated position just slightly off the kitchen counter. His feet dangled over her wrist and he looked up at her face. She was concentrating, almost like a towering statue. A bead of sweat dripped from her cheek and landed with a tiny plop right in front of him. James was beside himself. He looked up at his new owner, but she had her eyes between his legs.
“You let me know if I’m going too fast…”
She started by smearing some lotion along his inner thigh, her quivering fingertip purposefully avoiding his more sensitive areas. James twitched and bucked his hips. He wasn’t sure whether to lay there or press into her. He felt rabid.
Emma rotated her hand and presented her thumb. It was smeared with white lotion, and warm. She pressed it into James, moving his cock a little uncomfortably towards his stomach. James let out a gasp, shaking desperately. He kicked his legs out a little, reflexively trying the back away but there was nowhere to go.
“It’s OK. Shhhh. It’s OK.” Her thumb froze, the warmth and moisture seeping in around James’s groin. His cock twitched against her, eager for release. He shook his head but did not retreat. He let out a small whimper but it was accompanied by a moan. “I got you. You’re mine now, it’s OK. Let go.”
James complied. He laid on his back, his shoulders supported by the other side of her palm as her index finger gently tapped the back of his neck. She lifted him higher, her eyes framed on either side of her thumb as she inspected him. Her thumb began to move, gentle little circles as James withdrew into himself. He closed his eyes and tried to enjoy himself.
Emma watched with stunned curiosity as she pressed her thumb into him and rocked it back and forth. The texture was gooey but pleasant. Her mouth hung agape, a slight smile played across her lips before fading to awe. James let out a moan, no longer tempered with embarrassment or fear. She exhaled in excitement.
She increased the speed and pressure. It didn’t take long before James was writhing under her thumb, moaning and kicking. He opened his eyes, searching for some kind of emotional foothold as he dangled over the edge of release. He saw her eyes, bewildered and hungry. She just nodded, as if to give him permission. That was all it took. With a yelp and a spasm, James started to orgasm. He made desperate gasping whimpers as she continued to milk him, his cock pumping over and over for her. The incredible tension was released, and he fell limp. Emma withdrew her thumb, she was breathing heavily and her cheeks were flushed.
“Good. Good toy.”
James barely registered her voice. He felt a strange mixture of embarrassment and calm. He had survived, and it was quite an experience. But it was also mortifying. He’d never had such a one-sided sexual experience, let alone the wildest handjob of his life. He wanted to offer something in return, feeling completely drained but unable to really offer any kind of pleasure to such a woman. He searched the feeling a bit and realized it was the shame of selfishness above all else. It wasn’t really right. Then again, he didn’t have much to give.
Emma washed her hand quickly and without fanfare, before rinsing James again. The lotion and sweat and the rest of the experience washed away into the sink. She then dried him, maintaining a small smile and meager composure. Her hands were still shaking, and she did her best to apply lotion to the rest of him. James was too weak to do anything about it but welcomed the warmth. It also made his skin feel as soft as hers. Once he was lotioned up she placed him back on the kitchen counter.
“There! That wasn’t so bad, now was it?”
“I suppose not. Thank you.”
“Yes. Well. Now I’m going to get you something to wear. We can make you some real clothes soon but I have an idea for now.”
Emma walked to the other side of the small apartment, her nylon feet thudding along at rapid speed. She arrived at one of the shelves and brought back a tiny figurine. This one was another male figure in a snazzy sci-fi suit, but only his body was vinyl. The clothes were clearly hand-stitched additions. He was in something of a plaintive pose, holding his hands up with his face in a frozen scream. It was supposed to be cute but James found it a little unnerving.
“I made these for warrant officer Briggs,” Emma offered, “he’s the one that has really bad luck on Starship Red. But everyone really likes him. He’s also close to your size.”
James nodded. He was ready to be done with further changes to his circumstances, and getting clothed was the first step to feeling normal again. Emma tugged off the clothes and laid them neatly on the counter.
“I'll let you get dressed. I’m going to change also.”
Emma left him on the counter to put the clothes on himself, to which James was thankful for some agency. Emma hurried to her bedroom, and James could see through her open door. She didn’t seem to notice or care as she stripped, and James was distracted from his new garb while she slipped off her bra and rolled down her tights. Her skin was almost ghostly, she was so pale. Her limbs were a little spindly, and her frame was slight. James kept watching as he pulled up the pants. They were a little big, but that was better than the reverse.
He watched Emma go to her dresser and rifle through things. Then Emma pulled out a device he didn’t recognize. She threw some clothes from her bed to make room for her naked form and got under the covers. James was a little confused but then heard a dull buzzing. Her face was staring straight upwards, a sly smile across her lips. She was masturbating. Door open, no care in the world. James was beginning to worry. This girl had to be some kind of pervert. He tried not to look as he pulled on the rest of the clothes. Emma let out a few short gasps as the buzzing continued. James stood on the counter and waited, but he didn’t need to wait long. Emma tensed and gasped, and then the buzzing stopped.
James didn’t know what to say. He looked around the counter for something to occupy himself, to pretend he hadn’t noticed. She knew the door was open, the apartment wasn’t small. She had left him there just moments prior. She knew. Did she want him to see? Emma walked back to her dresser and deposited the masturbatory device. Then she found underwear and a baggy T-shirt. She was mostly clothed in the blink of an eye and walked back into the kitchen in a flash. It was all moving so fast.
“What?” Emma said as she walked back to the kitchen. James had an incredulous look.
“I, uh, I mean. Nothing, I guess.”
“Okay, want some more tea? Maybe we can watch some Starship Red.” She seemed genuinely unbothered. Was James already that far below her? To fail to elicit shame in his prying eyes? Or was she just a weirdo?
“Tea. Yeah. That sounds good.”