Mary (Mom/Mommy)

"Merry Christmas, mom!" My two baby girls sang as they handed me my present. 

Maybe "baby" wasn't the right word to described the two. They had outgrown the literal meaning many years ago. June, the oldest, graduated college and had already started a promising career working in a prestigious law firm. Julia, the youngest, just started her life in university studying bio engineering. Both of them now lived in cities far away from me. And it was killing me to be apart from them.

We called and texted every day, but it was different from actually having them with me. I mean they were my life, and now they were both gone. I know its not like they actually abandoned me. But being alone - with lots of free time - made me wish they never left. 

"Awwww," I smiled in jubilee and accepted the present. "Thanks, angels."

The gift was square shaped and looked quite expensive, like a jewelry box. It was coated with black leather and had golden boarders. On its sides were slim slits that cut all the way to the inside. Not sure why it had such design, but it did give a bougie vibe. In addition, it wasn't heavy. But I could tell there was something in it.

I brought the box in front of my face and examined it further. Trying to peek through the slits to see what it contained - much to my daughter's amusement. Without getting a hint, I decided to shake it.

"Wait," Julia yelped in concern as she held my hands. "You shouldn't shake it."

"Oh, is it something delicate?" I said, placing the box on the coffee table we were sitting around. 

"Something like that," both girls giggled again. 

"Mom, why don't you just open it and see what's inside," June said with a smile.

"Alright," I smiled back. 

Both girls crowded around me. Their eyes glimmered as they watched my hands unlock the clasps that fastened the top to the main box. With great anticipation, I pulled the top off.

Instantly, my eyes grew wide and my heart skipped. There in the box, cowering at the corner, was none other than a-

"Mini," I gasped in shock. They were amazing creations made by the innovative advances in biology and bio engineering. They were designed with a humanoid figure, but as much as they looked like us they were seen as nothing more luxurious toys or pets. My girls surely saved up quite a lot to get me one.

"Isn't he just adorable!" Julia squealed in excitement. "We had him custom made to your liking."

He was indeed a doll, and at 3 inches he was as small as one. The precious thing was dressed in a simple, white robe. He had lovely short, curly, dark hair and bright silver eyes which shimmered in fright and uncertainty. It made me feel guilty watching him shiver.

"He's scared," I said softly while reaching inside. He cowered back, but ultimately had nowhere to go as I pinched his tiny waist and lifted him onto my upturned palm for us to better see.

"Of course he is," Julia leaned her chin on my shoulder to get a better look at the quivering boy. "He came straight from the bio factory. He's basically a blank slate."

"We thought it would be more fun to get you an untrained mini. That way you get to raise him into your own liking." June added. "We know how you love caring for little things."

June had a point. There was some fun and sense of accomplishment in grooming things. After all I did take great pleasure in raising my girls and caring for my garden. I also loved the many pets we raised; sadly they were not with us anymore. And this was ultimately a new pet.

"Thank you, girls," I said with a grateful smile while placing the boy back in the box. "I love it."

My girls returned the smile and wrapped their arms around me in a loving embrace. No words were needed to be said. They knew I loved them, and I knew they loved me. But by the end of the week they'd leave for their respective cities. Though unlike last time, when they left me alone, now they were leaving something to remember them by. A small token of their love: a mini.

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The week passed in a flash. Before I knew it, it was the afternoon the girls were meant to leave. And reluctantly I drove them to the airport. 

The drive took 2 hours long. My girls insisted that they could book a car service, but I wouldn't have it. Those hours were more time I could spend with them. And I would take ever single second I could until they were forced to board the plane.

It was hard seeing my girls off. And with the last goodbye hugs and kisses, I found myself tearing up in the car. I wanted my girls with me. Though at the same time I knew it was for their benefit and future that they leave. 

As I wiped my teary eyes, something caught me attention: the black box holding the mini. The girls insisted I bring it along. I didn't think much of it before, but was glad that at least now I had a distraction.

Taking a deep breath, and fixing myself up a little, I took the box and placed it on my lap. Unclasping the top and opening the box to revealed the adorable, frightened mini. 

"Hey there." I said, taking him onto my palms. 

The tiny thing could do nothing but quiver as I stared down at him. It made me feel bad.

"Please don't be scared." I said while caressing his cute head. The act only made him cower back as he looked at me with frightened eyes. With a sighed I withdrew my finger. "You don't understand me. Do you?"

He just stared back uneasily.

"How do I make you understand that I mean you no harm?" I said, bringing him closer to my face to get a better view of his features. 

He was indeed an adorable thing. And young/innocent looking. A real boy-toy. And from what Julia told me, his look would not change. He will be stuck to be this adorable for the rest of his life.

*Grrrrrrrrrrr*

A soft growl caught me attention. It sounded like a hungry stomach. But it wasn't mine.

"Awww," I cooed. "You're hungry. Aren't you? I guess you should be. I haven't been properly caring for you this past week."

My attention these few days were on my daughters. The only time I checked on the mini was when I feed him. And today... well I was too occupied with saying goodbye to even think about him until now.

"Just wait for a moment," I placed him on the dashboard. "I'll get you something to eat."

With a quick search in my well sorted handbag, I found a pack of crackers. Snapping a piece off, I handed it to him. But instead of taking it, he just crawled back from my approaching hand. With a sigh I placed it on the dashboard just a few inches away.

"Its food," I spoke, taking the other piece and tossed it in my mouth. "See," I chewed softly and swallowed. "You can eat it."

This time he reacted by crawling to his small piece then grabbed it. Not a second after taking a bite, his eyes grew wide. And instantly he started chowing down quite aggressively. He looked like an adorable bunny munching on a piece of carrot. 

"Careful, little guy. You might choke." I giggled. 

He was too cute that I couldn't resist reaching over and caressing his tiny head. This time, instead of cowering back, he paused and accepted my small petting.

"Awww," I cooed. "Is that your way of saying thank you?"

The adorable little munchkin barely finished a fourth of the cracker before get full. With one final munch he placed it back on the dashboard and looked up at me. This time with less fear and uneasiness in him as before. It made me happy.

"We're getting somewhere," I said down at him. "Lets try something, ok. Don't be scared."

I gently placed an upturned hand in front of him, giving him the choice to climb on. In response, he looked at my hand then back at me. He knew what was expected, and it made him nervous. But nonetheless, much to my surprise, the brave thing started crawling towards my hand. 

I froze. Fearing that a single motion would spook the still uneasy mini. With a loving smile, and silent words of encouragement, I watched him step onto my fingers.

He paused to look up at me. Maybe examining to see if I was worth trusting. And at that brief moment, our eyes locked.

I could see the anxiety lift. Like he was able to see my heart's intention. And I too could see his heart - the fear it had. But it wasn't fear towards me. It was the fear of the unknown and the confusion of his sudden existence. He needed someone to care for him. To hold him close and assure him that everything will be alright. I could be that someone. And he saw it.

With a small blush he pulled away from my gaze. Then ever so gently crawled further to the center of my palm, where he sat crossed legged and fidgeted nervously.

I melted inside. It would still take a while for him to fully trust me, but his current act showed that he was willing to give me a chance. And it made my heart skip in jubilee.

Ever so gently, I brought him up to my face and planted a kiss on his head. With renewed spirit, I finally realized why the girls got him for me. He was suppose to help me cope with the absence of my daughters. To keep me company and busy in the now empty home. He wasn't a substitute for my daughters. Rather, he was token of their love. To remind me that even if they were away I was not alone.

A tear formed in the corner of my eye. But it wasn't sadness like earlier. It was happiness. And pride at how thoughtful my girls grew up to be. Yes, they left me today, but not alone.

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I was feeling way better by the time we got home. And to add to my pleasure, the little boy-toy was warming up to me. I managed to win some brownie points by giving him sweets and something to drink on our ride back. Now when I place my hand next to him, he didn't hesitate as much to climb on. 

One thing I noticed when we got home was how filthy the mini's box was. It made sense since he was practically living in there for more than a week. That realization did make me feel bad. 

And the box wasn't the only thing filthy. My cute toy also didn't see a bath in a while. His scent wasn't so noticeable, but he clearly had a rugged look.

I started with the box. The main thing I had to do was empty the detachable litter box at the corner of his "room". The rest could be wiped down with a wet rag. It was nice to see that even if my mini didn't know much yet he was at least potty trained. 

"Hmmmm," I rubbed my chin in thought.  "Maybe a box isn't a good place for you live in." 

I looked at the tiny doll who sat on the dinner table where I worked. He was curiously watching me handle his "home". But when he caught me staring, the timid thing retreated behind my mug of warm tea.

I decided to stored the box in the nearby cabinet. Until a suitable home was found, he could just share my bed. After all, he didn't take up much space.

When I returned, the tiny thing was still hiding behind my mug. So I mischievously picked it up, leaving him with nowhere else to hide. I smirked at how cute and frazzled he got. He was so helpless and weak, really in need for someone to watch and protect him.

"You know, little guy, you need a bath too." I poked my finger into my tea. Since it has been sitting out for quite a while, it was more warm than hot. 

Satisfied with the temperature, I placed the mug down and snatched the mini in my palm. Then using my thumb and forefinger, I pinched his thin robe and pulled it over his head. I expect him to wear undergarments, but that was not the case. Guess it was easier to let the minis go commando than to make them tiny underwear. 

"Oh my," I gasped seeing his now naked frame. 

He had every part a normal boy would have. That included the tiny little pecker between his legs. At his size it was smaller than a grain of rice. And the sight made me feel a tingling sensation between my own legs.

I instinctively raised my finger to touch it. And as I made contact, my mini yelped and stumbled onto his back. It made me giggle and coo. My finger continued it small teasing and probing. And just like regular boys, he showed a healthy reaction.

"Oh my," I chuckled while stopping my assault. "I'm sorry. I'm getting ahead of myself."

After shaking my head back into focus, I slipped him into my mug and watched as he waddled around the warm waters like nothing happened. Guess he still didn't know much to worry about me being indecent towards him. Not that he could do anything even if he felt wronged, he was my property after all. 

With a grin, I crossed my hands on the table, leaned my chin on it and watched the tiny boy. He was initially shocked at being suddenly submerged in warm water, but slowly got accustomed to it. Now he was enjoying himself. 

I couldn't help but be reminded of bathing June and Julia when they were kids. They were quite a handful. How much easier would it have been if they were this size? With him I was in total control, and wasn't even using much strength. 

All I needed was a single finger to dunk him into the tea bath and scrub his head with my tip. He struggled a bit, but I didn't relent. He needed a proper bath. And I was more than happy to play the motherly role and give him one.

Satisfied that I cleaned every millimeter of his body, I once again left him to splash around. And in the middle of his fun, he looked up at me and smiled. Such a darling little smile that melted my heart. And at that very instant I was enamoured.

"August," I stated. "I will call you August."

I always told myself that if I ever got a boy I would name him as such. Sure, he wasn't my real flesh and blood, but he was the next best thing. 

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Mommy

After making sure August was cleaned and fed, it was bedtime. But first it was my turn to get cleaned. Instead of taking a bath I settled for a quick shower - that way August wouldn't wait too long. I could have made him take a bath with me. but no. He was already clean. Next time we'll surely enjoy a warm, bubbly bath together. It'll definitely be fun.

As I got out of the shower, I gave my body a quick dry before putting on a bath robe and wrapping my hair in a towel. Then made my way to the bed, where I left August. Wasn't sure if he'd run off, but I had to give my trust if I expected his back. Besides, I had a hunch that he wouldn't bolt. He knew of nowhere else to go. 

"Hey there, August." I smiled just seeing him sitting at the center of the bed. "Sorry I took long. The warm shower was just too good to leave."

The boy had grown used to me. He was still nervous, but at least now he didn't look like I was about to eat him. That to me was more progress. 

His eyes were on me when I changed. But I didn't mind him staring. He was sooner or later going to see me naked, might as well get him accustomed to my body. With a wink, I let my robe drop.

It was hot stripping in front of someone else. Especially something as small as August. I felt safe in his gaze... and admired. Not like how I felt under the undressing gaze of people. Bigger people. They could actually harm me if they wanted. But August... well he was as harmless as a mouse.

I giggled when I saw his mouth drop. Guess even if he didn't know much about anything, his body still reacted to what's natural - a hot naked bod. I don't want to brag, but I have an amazing hourglass figure for my age. My hips remained wide after having babies, looking more shapely than fat. Breast were BIG too (32 H), and full - another courtesy of having children. My slim waist and toned legs were thanks to occasional exercise and healthy diet. The only thing I could use more work on was my belly. It still had that mommy pudge - not fat, but also not social-media toned. I could tighten up further, but honestly I was too lazy to go the extra mile. Plus, I was a mom. And this was as already a great "milf bod".

I dressed myself in a black panty and an oversized sweater. I liked being loosely dressed at night, never really got how people clad themselves for bed. Then I took off the towel to let my hair to air dry as I applied my face cream in front of the large, vanity table. When that was done, I combed my hair before jumping on the bed to complete my last task.

"Ops," I chuckled when I saw August bounce. "Sorry, I'm not used to having a mini around just yet."

After making sure that August was alright, I reached for my body lotion in the drawer. And no, I wasn't going to do anything "naughty". I was just going to moisturize my skin. No one can maintain perfectly soft skin without effort. 

I started with my neck. Then arms (after pulling my sleeves back). But what I really focused on were my legs. They were my pride, the sign of many hours of exercise and care.

By this time August was simply staring at me. Watching in fascination and wonder at what was being rubbed against my skin. Though it wasn't until I started applying some cream on my feet that he crawled over. 

My body froze as I saw him approach. He was actually acting on his own accord. Usually I'd have to initiate - like place my palm besides him. But now he was crawled over without any encouragement from me. All because of my feet!!!

"Awww," I cooed uncontrollably, causing him to shy back. "Don't be shy. I think its cute you have a thing for feet. Here. Have a closer look."

Shifting my body back to the headrest of the bed, I brought my feet right in front of August. He was startled at first, but soon got comfortable beside them. 

"See, I'm not so scary. Am I?"

August said nothing, but I knew he agreed. After all his eyes were glued to the fingers tracing the curves of my soles. Only slowing down to work between each toes. 

"So you have a foot fetish?" I wiggled my toes when done. "I'll promise you something. If you be a good boy - like stop being entirely terrified of me - I'll give you the pleasure to apply my lotion. And that doesn't mean my feet alone."

I smiled as he timidly fidgeted under my gaze. Like he knew by my tone that I said something naughty. Deciding to take advantage of his current ease. I slowly raised my foot over him. Presenting my soles. This was a good chance to help August further warm up to me. 

"Just relax," I said. Every so gently I laid my foot down- not pressing hard. Making sure to cover everything but his tiny head. 

He looked up at me with wide eyes. Definitely scare now - I could feel his heart thunder under me. 

"Relax," I said again. "I wont hurt you."

This time he seemed to understand. Calming under my gaze. Pleased with his response, I lifted my foot. Giving him a chance to sit up. After a few seconds, I brought my soles over of him once again. But this time didn't press down. I waited until he laid himself on the bed before that. He was starting to understanding that no danger would come from me. He was still nervous but anyone one would if a giant milf started stepping on them - no matter how gentle!

"Good boy." 

I didn't wait long before lifting my foot, pinching his tiny waist and bringing him in front of my face. 

"You see, I mean no harm." I whispered between chuckles. "I'm just playful." 

I decided to stop messing around. He was being so brave, he deserved a break from my antics. With one kiss on his head, I placed him back on the center of the bed. Leaving for a while to check if I turned everything off downstairs. Once done, I headed back up, put a pair of fluffy socks, and pulled the comforter to the side so I could settle in. But paused when I noticed that August didn't have a blanket of his own. 

"Hmmmm, I should probably find you something else." I said. He'd be totally buried if he used this heavy comforter. "Something warm, but smaller." 

My mind thought of different things to use. A kerchief was too thin. A hand towel was an option. I could also use one of one of my shirts.

"Would you prefer a shirt or a towel," I asked the clueless August while bringing my legs over the blanket.

I was about to make a decision when I caught him staring at my now socked foot.

"Ohhh," I chuckled. "That could work too."

It was a fitting blanket for someone who apparently liked feet. With a smile, I pinched the toes of my sock and pulled it right off. Wiggling my toes in the open.

"Here," I said in a grin. Placing the sock on the pillow beside mine. "It'll be your blanket."

I picked August up and dropped him right next to my fluffed sock.

"Go on." I poked him forward. Pinching the rim of the footwear with my other hand to create an opening. "Its warm and fluffy. Smells nice too." I giggled.

He was uncertain at first, but eventually crawl in. Now the only evidence of his existence was the small bump within the sock. He barely filled a fraction of it! Kinda enticing to see, especially knowing my other foot filled the other pair quite well. Not to mention August was now snuggling against my used nightly sock, no doubt still warm and smelling of my foot lotion.

"Cute little thing," I cooed. "Comfy?"

He popped head out of the sock.

"I'll take that as a yes. Hehe." 

With that, I settled in myself, took the book I was currently on and started to read. But not long after, I caught August looking up at me.

"You want me to read to you?" 

August blinked in response.

"Ok." I smiled then begun reading out loud. As words came out of my mouth, I felt nostalgic. Memories of doing the very same thing to my daughters filled my mind. It made me warm and happy. It was also nice to know that - even though August couldn't understand a word I said - he found comfort in each vowel uttered. Just like my daughters when they were still cute, little bundles of mess.

It didn't take me half a chapter to find that August had fallen soundly asleep in my sock. And it made my heart melt. Then like every time I ended the night with my girls, I gently bent down and planted a soft kiss on his head. 

"Goodnight, little one." I whispered. "And sweet dreams."

August

The very first time I met HER it was scary. I didn't know what she was or what she wanted. In addition, she was BIG; like those people in white who I saw when my eyes opened for the first time. And they weren't that gentle. They'd poke and probe me. Grab me when they wanted and subject me to strange and confusing things.

The only one who was kind was another mini: a girl who dressed like them (in white). She bath me, showed me how to use a "litter box", to drink off a bottle, and what to eat. She made sense of this strange new world; with her I felt comfort. But sadly I wasn't meant to be with her forever. Once she was satisfied with my "training", another giant took me and shoved me into a dark box.

I was muddled and scared within my dark confines. Though more terrified when my box opened and two other giants took up my heavens. They were gentler than the people in white. Yet that didn't stop my heart from pounding anxiously (I was still terribly confused about everything). After they did their own poking and probing, they stuffed me once again into the dark box. I was not to be taken out until that fated day I met HER.

Our first meeting was short. She picked me up and examined me (like the many giants before her). Then she placed me back in the box, only seeing me to replenish my bottle or give me food. But when she finally decided to truly see me, well things changed.

I found that she was kinder and gentler than all the previews giants. She'd feed, bath, cloth, and - when I was comfortable enough to be with her - kiss/cuddle me. She reminded me of the kind mini girl, only bigger. Emitting an aura of warmth and safety; she made this large, scary, and confusing world less... well less scary and confusing (it was forever large). Safe to say, as days passed I started to really love and trust this new giant.

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"Can you say mommy for me?"

I stared at "mommy", completely clueless.

"Come on. Say, 'Moooooommmmmmmyyyyyyy'."

Still nothing. I really didn't know what she wanted. I knew she called herself mommy, but why does she keep repeating it. Maybe she think I don't know what she's called?

"Say it with me... 'Maaaaaaa'..." She paused. "'Meeeeee'...."

I sat patiently on the dinner table trying desperately to understand what she wanted. She knew everything. If she kept repeating the same word over and over again, then it must be important.

"We really have a long way to go." With a sigh, mom decided to take a break. "Don't we?"

I cocked my head to the side. Confused as always. For the passed few days, mom has been repeating sounds over and over again. It took me some time to realize that certain sound correlated to certain things - like when the giant touches herself and says "mommy", she meant that she is "mommy". But I don't get why she keeps saying her name over and over again. There was clearly something else she wanted.

"Anyway, how about we find something to eat."

At that, my eyes sparkled. "Eat" was one of the few words I truly understood. It was connect food: when she says "eat", a meal usually followed.

"You gluttonous thing." mom giggled and poked my belly. "Always hungry."

In response I wrapped himself around her long forefinger, caressing my cheek against it. She liked it when I acted this way. And I liked it when mommy was happy.

"Ok. Ok," mom cooed. "Let's go find something to EAT."

Using her thumbs, she pinched my tiny arms against her pointer and lifted up. Dangling me between the cleavage of her breasts. With a smirk, she let go. Missing slightly to the right as I bounced against her breast, dangerously close to falling off.

"Whoops," she chuckled, using her hand to press me against herself. "That was close. Here... In you go!"

She shifted me them pushed my body down until only my chest and head poked out. Mommy usually placed me here when she wanted to use her hands but still have me close by. And I didn't mind. It was soft and warm in here. Smelled really nice too.

"So, what do you want," She asked while rummaging through the fridge. "We have more ham. You want ham?"

My mouth watered and eyes grew. "Ham" was another word I knew well. It was delicious food. One of my favourites.

"Alright then. Hahaha."

Mommy then place something on "fire" and play around with many different things. Before long, she had the food ready.

"Taaaa-Daaaa," Mom sang, presenting our meal. "This is called a 'club sandwich'." She indicated the meal.

Not a moment later, mommy fished me out of her breast and placed me right next to the "club sandwich". Giving me a little pat on the head as I patiently waited for my share of the meal. With a smile, mom ripped a slice of ham and waved it in front of my face.

"Before we eat. Can you try saying 'ham'."

I salivate at the delicious meat she dangled right before me. I extended my hands upwards, asking for the slice, but she wouldn't give it to me.

"Noooo. Say 'ham' first."

I was confused. Why was mom not giving it to me?

"Haaaaaaaammmm," she mouthed.

Yes... Ham... I want ham...

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmmm!!!"

I blinked up at her in confusion. Did I do something wrong? Mom was looking less happy each time she said the word.

"Come on, August." she huffed. "This is one of your favourite foods. Just say 'Haaamm'."

There really was something mommy wanted. And I couldn't understand what. In sadness, I looked up at her with wide eyes. Feeling bad for disappointing her.

"Oh no. Puppy eyes wont work on me. You either say 'haaammm', or I wont feed you."

Mom was clearly unhappy, and I knew it was because of me. That made me feel worse. So with eyes wide open, and lips pursed into a pout, I looked up at mom with my sincerest look of apology for not understanding her.

"Ahhhhh. FINE!" She sighed then gave me the ham. "Here. Eat."

I slowly took the piece and hugged it against my robed covered chess. Looking up, I continued to pout. Feeling like I didn't deserved the "ham".

"Hey, little guy. Don't feel bad. I know its hard, but you'll get it someday..." She smiled. And with one simple pat on my head, my worry faded. "You're lucky you're cute, you'd have starved otherwise." She grinned. "Now eat up."

I pressed my cheek against her finger before she pulled away. Now that I knew things were better, I took a big bite of ham. This made her laugh, much to my own pleasure.

"You really need to learn how to speak, August. Its rude to take things without saying 'thanks'. But I guess I can let it slide for now."

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After lunch, mommy and I sat at the "living room" and looked at wonderful things on the "TV" thing. It was like a box. But mom did something that made all these pretty colors come to life. I like "TV".

We looked at the pretty box for a long time, and before long mom was snoring - it wasn't so loud, more like a soft moan. I on the other hand just contently sat on her belly, watching the pretty box. And in my concentration, I failed to notice mommy shift.

She turned to her side, causing me to fall onto her arm below. Before I could react, she readjusted the arm - curling it under her head. The sudden change launched me off the "couch".

"AAAAAAAAAA", I screamed before landing hard on the carpet. "Oof!!!"

My head was a bit daze, but other than that nothing else hurt. Sitting up on my new fluffy surface, I looked around. It was the first time I ever fell, and also the first time I've ever been on the ground. Mommy usually kept me on her person. If I was placed down, it usually was on something: a bed, couch, table, etc...

From this low, everything looked bigger; it was daunting. I would have been scared, but the soft sound of mommy sleeping reassured me that everything would be alright. All I had to do was wait for her to get me. Or I could try to-

WAIT...

Did I just make sound with my mouth when I fell?

YES!!! Yes, I did! It was just like mommy. My mouth was open and noise came out. Sure, it was because I was falling, but still... I can make sounds with my mouth!!!

Mommy knew I could. That was why she kept repeating words. She was showing me how it was done; I just didn't understand. I saw mommy do it many times over, but it never occurred to me that I could do it too. I just thought that that was something only people like mommy could do. But then again that mini girl could... Guess I always could too.

With a determined smile, I decided to try making sounds. Opening my mouth, I breath in deeply and exhaled. But there was no sound, only air. I exhaled again, but nothing... Again... Nothing...

With a frown, I realized this was going to be harder than I thought. How was mom able to do it so easily? Shaking my head back into focus, I breath in deeply and exhaled...

Nothing...

Something was off. I'm certain that I can make sounds - I did when I fell. But no matter how hard I exhaled, there was nothing. It wasn't until I squeezed my neck with my finger - while exhaling - that I finally managed to make a sound.

"Aaaaaaaaa." I smiled in jubilee. I did it!

This made me realize that the sound came from using my throat. I did several squeezes and exhales until I got used to the feel. Then without using my fingers, I tried again.

"Aaaaaaaaaaa."

I DID IT!!! I jumped in glee. I really did it. After practicing several times, I was pretty confident in my "aaaa" (without hand-to-neck support). Now all I had to do was learn how to make other sounds. Through many other trials, I found that while closing my mouth and making the "aaaa" sound, I got a "mmmm" instead. And if I do "mmmm" then suddenly open my mouth I get:

"Mmmm-Aaaaaa."

It sounded like "mommy" without the "meee". I tried doing it, but I couldn't figure out that "meee" sound. Mommy was truly amazing. She made sounds so easily. It made me wish I was paying more attention when she was teaching me. But at least now I'm ready for next time. For now I'll just practised the:

"Mmmmm-Aaaaaa..."

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Not sure how much time passed, but suddenly I caught sounds coming from where mommy laid. I couldn't fully see her from this angle, but the shifting and creaking was evident of her arousal. She was getting up.

"Hhhhhaaaa," came her waking sound as I saw her arms stretch up into the air. "August?"

I perked up just hearing my name. She was looking for me. I stood up and started flaying my arms; trying to get her attention. But she wasn't looking here.

"August, where are you?" She sounded more concerned. The couch creaked as mommy sat up, looking everywhere around her but not on the ground. "August?"

Her feet landed on either side of me as she sat up. And I took the opportunity to walk closer to them. But instead of rubbing those wiggling toes to get her attention, I squared my shoulders, took a deep breath and shouted:

"MMMMAAAAAA!"

"Huh?" Came mommy's voice as her head peeked from the edge of the couch. "August!"

Her face changed from concern to relief as her fingers quickly, and gently, wrapped around my waist. Hoisting me up to fondly press my tiny self against her warm cheeks.

"August." She brought me in front of her concerned eyes. "How did you get down there? Did you fall? Are you hurt?"

She turned me around and lifted my robe to check underneath.

"You're not in pain, are you? If you..." She paused, looking at me quite curiously. "Wait..." Her eyes grew wide as it finally registered how I got her attention. "Did you just..."

With a wide smile, I breath in deeply and shouted, "MMMAAAA!"

Mommy gasped in shock. "MA! You just said 'MA'!"

"MMAAA!" I shouted in pride.

"MA!" she shrieked in response, practically jumping in her seat. "Say it again!"

"MAAAAAA!"

"My baby did it!" With great enthusiasm, mommy brought me to her lips and battered me from head to toe with kisses. "You did it, baby. MWAH! You really did it."

I didn't understand a word she said, but the kisses definitely meant she was happy and proud. This was more than I imagined how mommy would react. And I loved every single second of it.

"Can you try saying 'maaaa-meeeee'?" She said, stopping her barrage of kisses. Her eyes quite hopeful.

I watched her mouth attentively. The "ma" part I got. But the "me" was not as easy. Her teeth were closed, but her lips were apart. I tried it, but wasn't as clear. Sounding more like "Mmnnyyee".

"Maaaaa," she mouthed.

"Mmmmaaaaaa," I replied.

"Meeeeeee."

"Mmnnnyyyeee..."

"Almost there," mom smiled, encouragingly. "Maaa-meeeeee."

"Maa-mmnnyyeee."

"Mommy."

"Maammnnyeee."

"Yes," she basked in delight. "Mommy!"

"Maammeeee."

"My baby is doing it! Mommy!"

"Ma..." I paused. "Meeee."

"Yesss." Mommy ruffled my head. "Its not that clear, but you'll get it eventually. How about we try, Ma-ma?"

"Maaa-maaa." I replied. This one was easy.

"Ya, that is definitely clearer." She beamed with joy. "Mama."

"Mamaa."

"Good boy," She kissed me again. "Let's try something else, shall we?" She jumped of the couch and bolted towards the fridge. Opening it, she pulled out a large cut of ham then placed it on the counter. Then me right next to it. "Ham. Can you say 'HAM' for me, August?"

I stared hungrily at the whole ham. It was almost as large as my box. Was mom really giving this all to me?

"Its all yours if you can say, 'HAAAMMM'." She said as if she read my thoughts.

I watched mouth carefully. It was wide open, then closed. I could do that. "Aaaaa-mmmmm"

"Haaaaaammm."

"Aaaaammmm."

"Ham."

"Ammm."

"Hahaha. Its close enough." She laughed. Patting my head proudly. "Well a promise is a promise. It all yours, August."

With a big smile, I walked towards the great cut of "ham" and sank my teeth into it. This was more than I hoped; Mommy was happy, I was learning how to make sounds like her, and now I have ham. Could it get any better that this?

Yes.

Marry (Mommy)

Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings were reserved for exercise. But even after all these years, I've never got used to this routine. It would always be the dreaded task needed to retain my current physique. A must do, not a want. Though to be honest, it hasn't been that bad lately. Especially now that I had an adorable mini to keep me company.

Dressed in a black sports bra, grey yoga pants, and black running shoes, I made my way to the basement. Years back my girls and I redesigned it into a neat laundry/gym room (luckily our basement was big and well ventilated). We had a weight rack, utility benches, the important mirror wall and a treadmill - the treadmill was a lovely substitute from running outside in the freezing January morning air.

"You stay here, August." I placed him in one of the cup holder along with my phone. "You're in charge of music."

Obviously he still didn't know how to use a phone, but I wanted him to feel part of my morning routines. I picked the upbeat playlist but gave August the honors of randomly tapping on the screen.

"Nice pick," I patted August's tiny head as one of my fave songs played.

My usual cardio is a 30 minutes interval running. For the main workout I'd do high repetitions with medium weight (for muscle toning), then end with yoga (to cool down). The workout can change from day to day, but this is my default if I didn't feel creative.

During midway of my running, I realized something hilarious. Due to constant sprints, I got really sweaty. In more than one occasion beads of sweat flew off my arms, face, or body and spray onto the control section of the treadmill. Drenching cute, little August with my salty discharge. He didn't think much of it, but I found it quite amusing to see him covered in my icky sweat.

After cardio, I hydrated, caught my breath, and laid down on the yoga mat with August on my belly. "I know I'm all sweaty, August. But you don't mind, right?"

August shook his head in response - I taught him how to say "yes" and "no", with words and actions.

He didn't mind whatever I did to him; a clear indication of his growing trust in me. My job was to not abuse that trust. He accepted everything because he didn't know any better. Sure, he was a mini - I could do anything I wanted to him - but I wasn't that cruel. Just playful. And placing him on my drenched stomach was not the worse place to put him. Besides, he was already covered in my sweat.

After a few seconds of laying around, I felt a tickle on my bellybutton. Curiously I raised my head to looked down. The sight shocked me.

"August, stop." I gasped.

The cute little thing made his way to my bellybutton, where my sweat had pooled. And much to my surprise, and mild disgust, I found him lapping it. On instinct, I pulled him away. Dangling him in front of my face.

"That's wrong, August." I cringed. "Why did you do that?"

He pouted at the word "wrong", sad to disappoint me. Not that I was disappointed, just taken aback. "Tes-Tee".

"'Tes-Tee'," I replied, confused by his heavy accent. "Thirsty?"

He nodded.

"Oh." I smacked my head. "Of course."

I hadn't given August anything to drink since dinner last night. He must have been parched. And since he didn't think it wrong, he drunk from the pool of icky sweat like it was a fresh spring. Flustered, I debated on placing him back on my sweaty belly or give him fresh water. Eventually settling for something in between. Using the towel, I wiped clean my bellybutton clean then filled it with fresh water from my bottle.

"Here you go," I placed August back on me. "Drink up."

I knew it was gross, but watching him sent a shiver throughout my body. It was as amusing as it was lewd. And even more naughty as August didn't have a clue that this was nasty. Ya, I was being a bad/playful girl right now.

"Sorry, August," I halfheartedly apologized. "But you started it." I justified. "Plus its not all that bad. I did change the water..."

Once he had his fill, I placed August to the side of the yoga mat and got ready for the next part of my workout: squats. Today was booty and leg day. Probably the only workout I deemed important - I did love my long toned legs.

I positioned myself in such a manner that when squatting, my butt would be right in front of August. Using the mirror, I could see August gawking at me like a curious, horny lad. It made me giggle. Especially when I realized how small he was compared to my derriere. In fact, one of my cheeks was bigger than his box.

Shaking my head back into focus, I continued my exercise.

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I collapsed on the ground as soon as I finished the last yoga pose - ending my dreaded workout routine. I went all out today to make up for all the holiday feasts and lack of exercise. It was brutal, but necessary.

When August saw me resting on my back, he crawled over to snuggled against my cheek. His way of showing his support. And I appreciated it. In return, I pressed my lips against his head.

"Thanks, cutie," I said, allowing my breath to ruffle his hair. After that, I crawled over to my water bottle to hydrated. Taking off my shoes, I sat with my back against the wall and legs stretched out. "Come." I called August over as I drank my fill.

He complied. Walking towards the gap between my legs, getting close to my feet.

"Whao there. I wouldn't get too close if I were you," I said, pulling my feet away from him. "It smells pretty bad. Especially since I wore my old STINKY sneaker."

August cocked his head to the side, confused. "Seen...Kee?"

"Stinky," I corrected. "Smell BAD." I waved a hand over my nose to help him visualize the meaning of the word.

August just stared back in confusion. "Baaaa...d?"

"You know what," I stretched my legs ot and planting a foot right in front of him. "Here... Best way to learn is through experience. So take a whiff."

August stared at me, then my foot. And like a good boy, changed course to it. As soon he got a few inches closer, the scent hit him. I could see his face cringe. He shook his head and swatted his hand in front of his nose, trying desperately to find clean air.

"Stinky," I laughed, wiggling my toes closer to his face. "That's 'stink'."

August shook his head a bit more. But a second later, he continued to my foot.

"Wait you don't have to..." I froze as he pressed himself on it.

My cheeks burned red. One from mild embarrassment of having his face on my wet, stinky sock. But mostly because, despite my foot's putrid smell, August wanted to show his affections. And this wasn't from some strange kink he had, he genuinely loved me enough not to be repulsed by an offensive stench. I knew this because August was a pure, simple soul. Still being "blank", everything he did was how he genuinely felt - basically wearing his heart on his sleeves.

With a warm smile, I reached over and pulled August into a loving embrace. He was barely 3 inches tall, but made me feel whole in this empty house.

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After a long hot shower, I prepared breakfast. It was a healthy selection of strawberries, apple, toast, ham (for August) and oatmeal (for me). My tiny doll loved strawberries. Apparently more than ham. He had his arms wrapped around a strawberry like it was a teddy bear, nibbling it hungrily. It was so cute that I stopped eating to video his tiny assault of the juicy fruit.

August was like a puppy, he didn't know when to stop eating. Just continued like there was no tomorrow. I probably should have intervened, but couldn't bring myself to stop him. When he did stopped, his belly adorably popped out.

"Awww," I patted his tummy. "Someone ate too much."

With that, I continued eating my oats. This got August's attention.

"Guess its your turn to watch me eat," I giggled, taking exaggerated munches for his pleasure.

Halfway through my bowl, I decided to make myself another cup of coffee. On my way back, I was greeted with the most adorable and hilarious sight. For the short time I was away, the gluttonous boy managed used the things around my bowl to climb on. I realized he wasn't curious about me eating, but what I ate. And now he found himself swimming in thick oatmeal, covered from head to toe after accidentally falling in.

"Hahaha," I laughed, much to his dismay.

He tried to climb out, but the bowl was shaped with a such sharp slope it made it impossible for his slippery hands to find any grip. And even if he did reach the rim, he was too bloated to lift himself back out. I laughed myself silly at his adorable attempts to escape, even taking my phone out to video him. When he finally realized it was futile, he sat back against the bowl and looked up at me shyly.

"Awwww," I cooed, sitting back down to get a closer look at the adorable mess. "Can't climb out?"

He pouted in response, silently apologizing for getting himself in my meal.

"Don't worry, I'm not mad." I ruffling his tiny hair. "But don't think that I'll get you out just yet. Mommy needs some nice photos... But first, give me your robe. Its a real mess, I'll have to soak it before washing."

With that, I fixed up my bowl: placing sliced strawberries and banana on one side and blueberries at the other. Making sure that August - the star of the bowl - was visibly in the middle before sprinkling powdered sugar on him. When done, I basked at the adorable ensemble.

"Ok, smile for mommy." I said, angling my phone for the perfect shot.

In response, August tilted his head to the side. Looking up at me, quite confused as to what I was doing. It made the shot way more adorable than I wanted.

"Perfect," I cooed. "Can you maybe pout... No wait! I have an idea."

I handed him a large unsliced strawberry. He took it, hugging it against his chest. Still confused, but at least cooperating. And more importantly...

"CUTE!"

The end results of the short photoshoot was positively splendid - like those food picture you see in social media. But mine were a thousand times better as it had August literally in the dish. I was sure many people would love these adorable pics. Especially my daughters who I constantly sent pics to.

Once done, I looked at August. Debating if I should take him out. Ultimately decided not, as I still had to finish my meal. With a mischievous smile, I took my spoon and started to eat around him.

August reacted in shock, scrambling in thick oatmeal to get away from the invading spoon. But when he saw that I purposely avoiding him, he relaxed and started to waddle around. Smiling up at me as if this was a game. And frankly, it was. In fact, it became more adorably fun when he picked a blueberry and pushed it onto my spoon.

"Eat," he said, pointing to the berry. "Eat."

I melted from cuteness overload before happily accepting the fruit. Munching with exaggerated moans. In response, August giggled while picking another fruit for me to "eat".

 It was just too darling to have him in there feeding me. I was also convinced that he added some flavour in my meal - he was after all still covered in sweet strawberry juices. The mini teabag succeeded in making my boring bowl of oatmeal fun and tasty.

With one last bite, all that remained was August. And I had a fun idea. With a playful smirk, I put my spoon right beside him.

"Get on," I sang.

August looked at the spoon than my mouth. And for a second he got nervous. He knew where the spoon went.

"Don't worry," I said softly and warmly. "I wont EAT you." Shaking my head as I said the word "eat".

This seemed to get the hesitant August onto the spoon. Which I ever so gently lifted him to my mouth.

"Relax," I whispered.

Without a second warning, I stuck my tongue out and run it from his belly to his face. Much to my pleasure, this seemed to make him smiled - finding it funny to be licked by my giant, wet tongue.

"See, its fun," I teased. Licking him at the side, running my tongue along his underarm. Causing him to giggle more.

Motivated by his happy response, I continued to lick more aggressively. Aiming for his rib cage as it seemed to be his sensitive spot. His soft giggles turned into a roar of laughter as his tiny hands tried desperately to stop my playful assault. But of course I wouldn't relent. In fact, when he was sufficiently at ease I pushed my tongue under him and pulled back. Bring him into my awaiting maw.

It surprised me how easily he fit. And it made my body tingle. Playful, I sloshed him around, enjoying every bit of him. But not long after - since I didn't want to scare him by leaving him in there too long - I spat him onto my awaiting hands.

August was a shaken, but either than that he looked fine. Wiping his cute little face from my saliva, he sat up and looked at me. Then smiled. Causing me to melt.

"Tay-see." He said tapping his chest.

"What," I asked in great amusement.

"Tay-see".

"Tasty?" I chuckled at what he just said. "Yes, you're tasty."

"TAY-SEE!" He laughed loudly, practically jumping on my palm.

I couldn't help but lick him one last time, causing him to fall onto his back. "Mmm-Hmm. Tasty."

August continued to laugh like a silly little boy. It made me see how far he's come from when we first met. Before he'd flinch at every breath I took. Now he's laughing at our silly/lewd little game. He really did grow quite a bit, and I was proud of him.

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The night was cold, so I decided to spend it in the sitting room - it had a fireplace, comfy sofas/chairs, great collection of books on the large shelf and a suiting ambience. With a hot cup of tea on the nearby side table, a fluffy blanket over my legs, a thrilling book at hand, and August on my bosom, it was perfect for this cold night.

"You alright, August." I asked the restless mini.

It has been about an hour since we sat down, and for the most part the cutey was patiently listening to me read. But the last 10 minutes was different, he seemed restless. Like now he was trying to climb onto my sweater's high-neckline.

"Hey, little guy." I pinched his waist and brought him up to my eyes. "Whatcha doin?"

August replied by pointing back at my chest. Mumbling something intangible.

"Boobs?" I chuckled. "You want boobs?"

He nodded.

"Ok, I know you're too innocent to actually 'want boobs'. But it must be something related to it, right?"

He just pointed back at my chest. "Caaallll"

"Call?" I questioned. "They're boobs."

August shook his head furiously, "Cal!"

"I don't understand. But fine," I shrugged, dropping him back onto my breasts. "Its not like you want to grope me or something."

Like before, he made his way back to my neckline. Pulling it with all his little might. And much to my amusement, he slipped and fell. Tumbling down the slope of my breasts.

"You silly thing," I chuckled at his cuteness. "Here let me help."

 With little effort, I hooked a finger into my neckline and made an opening for August. Smiling up in thanks, he climbed onto the gap and slipped snugly against my neck. It was then I felt how chilly his arms and legs were.

"Ohhh," I said in realization. "You were COLD."

"Caalll... Dddd..."

"Cold," I corrected with a soft chuckle. "Here, why don't you go further down. Its warmer in there."

I tilted myself forward. And since I wasn't wearing a bra, or a shirt, he easily slid passed the valley of my breasts and down towards the soft belly.

"Its warm down there, right?" I asked, releasing my neckline and trapping August in my fuzzy, white sweater.

I couldn't see him, but the light shuffling around felt like he was making for my cleavage. And sure enough, he cuddled against the inner part of my right breast. With a prankish smile, I gently readjusted my left boob so it laid on him like a flesh blanket.

"August sandwich," I giggled. With him secured, I continued to read.

By that time I finished the book, it was late. Naturally I wanted to retire in the comforts of my bed. But didn't move so as not to disturb the sleeping ball between my bosom. Instead, I settled on surfing the net and checking emails on the phone.

Most emails were holiday greetings, junk, or advertisement. But one stood out. It was from my friend/manager, Nancy. If she sent an email, this was work related. It didn't give lots of info; she just wanted to meet for lunch to talk about job opportunities.

I used to be a model in my early 20s; though it wasn't a job I was passionate for. When I told Nancy I wanted out, she convinced me to do one final job. Apparently she owed her friend a favor, and when he saw me he asked Nancy if he could "scan" my face for a video game character he was developing. His team rigged me in fancy "motion capture" equipment and had me do many silly faces. It was definitely not like any modeling I've ever done.

Long story short, it was a new/fun experience. But in the end of it all, they couldn't pay me much - they were still small fries then. I'd have done it for free but Nancy asked them to pay me in royalties (if the game sells, they'll pay me a tiny percentage for using my face for the main avatar). Everyone thought the game wasn't going to be a hit and so they agreed. Oh how they were wrong.

People loved it. Soon millions of copies were sold. And that small portion of royalties - that wasn't suppose to amount to anything - suddenly made me quite comfortable in life. And not even a year later, Nancy's friend called me to help make a "better and more sophisticated" sequel. It was a bigger hit.

Thanks to that lucky, I was able do what and buy what I wanted (like my house). And when I had June and Julia, I was happy to focus everything on them. But now that they were gone, I needed to find something to keep me occupied. So I contacted Nancy to find me a job. Though that was before I got August. Now I had him, I wasn't ready to get busy. Especially since I was still training him.

I sent Nancy a reply: saying we can friday for lunch. But my intention was only lunch. If she did have another job for me, I'd decline it. I have my priorities. I have August.

Placing my phone away, I reached into my sweater and gently pulled August out. He stirred, but a soft hum and gentle caressed easily lulled him back to sleep. Then ever so quietly, I made my way to bed.

In the warmth of the comforter, I used my free hand to pull off one of my nightly sock - me wearing/warming August's "blanket" before bedtime had become routine. It still had a slight odor, but nothing as strong as the socks I used for this morning's exercise. I chuckled thinking about using that pair instead. But no, this sock was fine.

As gently as possible, I slid August inside and laid him on the pillow besides mine. Watching him all snugged reminded me of the countless of times I tucked my daughters in bed after they feel asleep on the couch (minus the sock part). It made me feel warm inside.

In greet satisfaction, I planting a soft kiss on the sock covered mini.

"Goodnight, August."

August

I didn't know where mommy went, but I missed her. The morning started like most mornings, then she suddenly placed me on the bed, played a "series" on her "computer" thingy, gave me lots of food on a platter, left my water bottle full, and even placed my "litter box" not far away. With a kiss on my head, and a long cuddle, she left.

I didn't know why she wasn't back yet. This was the longest I've ever been without her. It was making me sad and scared. Why did she leave? Did I do something wrong? Was I ever going to see her again? I just don't understand why she left me.

Gloomily, I made my way over to my sock-blanket, pulled it towards the "computer" thingy and cuddled myself in its fluffiness. Trying desperately to get comfort from the little scent it still had of mom. But soon even her scent started to fade.

With a sad pout, I fell asleep.

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Waking up alone was even worse. At first I thought it was all a dream. So I waited patiently for mom to pop through the door and come get me. But as time flew by, and she hasn't come, I started to feel an even darker form of gloom.

But wait!

What if mommy was expecting me to go get her? She usually did many strange, yet important, things. This must be one of her ways of teaching me something new.

Yes! I'll go find mommy.

With a smile and new determinations, I walked to the edge of the bed. Finding my first obstacle.

How do I get down...

After a few glances, I realized there was only one way down: jumping off. I did survive my fall off the couch, probably could survive this too. Without further thought, I leaped off.

"Aaaaaaaa," I squeaked before tumbling onto the ground. "Oooffff."

This fall hurt more. For a while I couldn't breath, and my head was really dizzy. But in time I started to recover. Though hurting, it wasn't bad enough to stop me from finding mommy.

I made my way to the door. And found my second obstacle: door was closed. And no matter how much I looked, I couldn't find a way to get it open. Only someone as great as momma could. And I'm nothing like her.

It soon started to dawn on me that no matter how hard I tried, its impossible for me to get out. I was stuck in here... Alone forever.

With a soft sob, I made me way back to only find matters much worse. The bed! How was I suppose to get back on the bed?! To my sock-blanket! Or the "computer" thingy that at least distracted me!

Feeling quite down, and in the midst of breaking down, I noticed something.

Mommy's "slippers"!

With small assurance coming back, I made my way to it. They were pink and fluffy, like most things mommy wore at home. And as I got on them, I was please to smell a stronger scent - a moist, tangy, sweet aroma from mom's constant use.  Like she was here...

I walked further into the toe section, balling myself up and cuddled in the slight indentation on the surface. It wasn't as good as being with mom, but it was better than nothing.

With a sad sigh, and trying to find solace in the scent around, I went back to sleep.

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*Clack Clack Clack*

I woke up to the ground shaking and audible booming clacks. It was the same sounds that mom made in her pretty sh-

Wait... Mommy?

I perked up, looking towards the door in great anticipation.

*Click*

Slowly the door opened. My eyes grew wide and my heart skipped. Then time stopped as in stepped mom.

"Hey, August. Sorry I'm la-"

"Maa-Meeeeee!"

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Mommy

The lunch with Nancy was more fun than business. We talked about our holidays, made jokes, and reminisced about the past. It wasn't until I started to talked about August that she got back her sense of professionalism. She asked to see some photos, and I was more than happy to share.

At the end of my long gallery of videos and photos - which she loved - Nancy went straight to business. Apparently she saw the posted photos of August in my oatmeal bowl, and thought that it would make great commercial material. She had a list of companies doing the same thing, and if interested I could sign August up.

This had me thinking. I was dead set on not working anymore, planning on fully focusing on August. But this was different. This I could do with him. And as images of August dressed in many adorable uniforms came in mind, I instantly said yes.

Before long, I was back in my car and driving home. But as soon as I pulled up at the driveway, I felt a sad wind blow over me. The large house I got for my girls was now empty. Before, when I got back home, I'd be greeted by one or both of my daughter. We'd hug and exchange pleasantries. But now if I opened those doors no one will be waiting at the other side. The thought made me feel glum.

With a sad sigh I walked inside - sure enough, no one was there. I placed my purse and keys on the nearby entryway table and made for the kitchen. But midway through I remembered I wasn't actually alone.

"August," I said with a smile.

I was caught up in my self pity that I forgot August in my room. With renewed spirit, I beelined for my chambers.

"Hey, August. Sorry I'm la-"

"Maa-Meeeeee!" Came his cute voice. But not from the bed where I left him.

Looking down, I saw August popped out from my slipper, which were under the nightstand. He rushed towards my heels with great excitement and vigor - like a puppy livened from its master's return. It made my heart melt. Just seconds ago I was complaining about coming back to an empty house. Oh how I was wrong. August was here, and he chased away my gloom with each centimeter he covered.

With a warm smile, I lowered a hand for August to hop on. Which he did, curling his arms around my fingers in his mightiest embrace.

"Awww," I cooed, pressing him against my cheek. "You missed me."

"Maaa," he said, sounding sad.

"Hey," I said concerned. Bring him in front of my eyes to see him in tears. "What's wrong, baby."

I caressed his back while he hugged onto whatever finger he could reach.

"You really did miss me," I said with guilty realization.

I knew I should have brought him! He didn't understand why I left. For all I know he felt forgotten and abandoned. A feeling I knew too well when I think of my daughters in their far away cities.

"I'm sooo sorry, August." I pressed him onto my bosom. Holding him tightly. Making him know I was back. "I'm never going to leave him alone again.

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August

I tried hugging as much of mom as possible. I didn't want to let go in fears that she might disappear. Thankfully, mommy didn't want to let me go too. She held me against her body, making me feel safe in her warmth and alluring, sweet aroma.

"Don't worry, August." Her suiting voice came. "I'm not going anywhere."

After that, I stuck to mom. And I really mean "stuck". She placed me chest deep into her "bra" as she changed - usually she'd set me on a "table" or "bed". It was a tight fit, but I didn't mind.

Watching her change from this angle was interesting. She'd pull off her "blouse", putting me under its shadow. I'd be free for a moment before she put a new fluffy sweater on. Again, trapping me in darkness.

My world would rock as she shifted around. Not sure what she was doing, but it felt like she was bending over. The weight of her breasts pushed onto my back, causing my to loss breath. Luckily, it didn't last long. Then the weight started to lift, as if the thing holding me in place was suddenly loosening up.

"Hold on August," mommy said.

With that, the "bra" came off. On instinct, I turned to hug her smooth flesh. Trying and failing to find any grip. But before tumbling off, my butt bumped onto something harder. I instantly wrapping my legs around, squeezing it hard while clawing her breast.

"Ahhhh," mommy gasped.

Her hand came from bellow, snatching and bringing me in front of her red, surprised face.

"August," she said sharply. "That's naughty."

I pouted sadly under she scold - though I didn't know what I did wrong.

Mom sighed. "Its ok. I'm not mad. It was my fault after all. I did tell you to 'hold on'." She giggled as she bit her lip. "Just surprised it felt good."

I didn't understand most of her words, but the kiss on my head probably meant she was happy.

"Anyways," she sat me on her shoulder. "How about we go get a snack."

"Sak!" I shouted, excited by that word. It was another way to say food.

"Snack," mom laughed. "We really need to work on your pronunciations."

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Mommy

It was late night and I was still flustered from August's "accident" with my nipple. I mean it was the closest action I got in months. And came from August no less. Imagine my surprise...

After a quick shower, and completing all my nightly routine, I got into the covers of the bed and sat with my back against the headboard. But instead of reading a book, I used my phone to researched about minis. My girls did suggest to at least once check the boring mini manual, or the dumbed-down summaries by the many self proclaimed professionals online. But my main reason for this "research" was to see how others interacted with their minis.

There were many blogs/sites/forums on minis: "What and what not to feed your mini", "Health check: signs your mini is not feeling well", "Proper exercise"...

"Proper exercise," I reread out loud, looking down at August who played with my hair while on my shoulder. "Well you are getting a belly... Guess I should check it."

I skim through most of article. Apparently, it was "not wise" to overfeed a mini. "They can get chubby real quick, especially if you smother them too much".

"Woops," I chuckled. "My bad."

It listed what to do to keep your mini in shape: (1) "Setup ladder/ropes for them to get around, you don't need to carry them everywhere". (2) "Play physically demanding games, like tag, hide and seek...". (3)" Actually workout with your mini. Their muscles respond to the same treatment we put ours through". (4) "Get a running wheel". (5) ...

I skipped the rest. It was being repetitive for the sake of lengthening the article. They could have ended with "you're mini's body is like yours - only smaller - it needs exercise."

"Seems like you'll ACTUALLY be joining my morning workouts from now on, August," I smiled, actually looking forward to our next workout session. It was going to be interesting.

I got back to the main search page and continued to brows the endless results. Most were the same content with different titles, but some were really informative. Like the one entitled, "Know your mini, and how to handle it".

The first section was the mini summary. Talked about how they were made in a lab and trained to suit the buyer's needs. But the thing that surprised me the most was the price.

"Wow, August. You minis cost 2 times more than my first car..." I said in shock.

In fact, August would cost more since he was a special order. Clearly the girls used most of their cash to get him.

"Remember to send them a bigger allowance this month." I told myself.

The article continued by stating that minis were expensive partly due to their license. You needed a license to own a mini, like one would need to own a dog. Only it was WAY more expensive. The article justified it as a way to ensure that the buyer was fully committed in their purchase. So people wont just treat them as common merchandise, but something more.

"I guess people won't be willing to loss or break you guys if you cost this much." I agreed.

With that, I scrolled down to the "Handling your mini" section.

"Don't be scared when handling them," I read. "They are tougher than you think, built strong enough to fit their price. They can fall from a height of 120-150 cm (4-5ish foot) - depending on your mini's size - and walk away without breaking a bone..."

So that's how August got on the ground without being harmed, I thought. Wait, minis come in different sizes... Interesting.

"Mini are also strong enough to survive the rougher games of clumsy children... and the kinky adults."

I chuckled at that.

"But make sure you don't go overboard with the fun."

The rest were things I already knew. Like "minis love to get cuddles and kisses, so don't be shy to shower them with love (innocent of otherwise)", or "Mini are mischievous things that will get anywhere on you if given the chance". So I ultimately skipped to the recommended link: "Safe and fun activities you should try with your mini".

As the website mostly catered to women, the "activities" were molded for our liking. For example "Manicure and pedicure". Apparently there was a fad for minis doing one's nail. The article even provided links to equipment your mini "MUST HAVE" for the job: tiny brushes, cute outfits that are easily washed, soft scented polish for their sensitive nose, etc...

The article continued by stating that every mini was trained for this. "So all you had to do was set the equipment down, pick your favorite color, and let the mini work". This was a problem for me because August... well he was specially ordered. I'd have to train him before we can start to have fun.

What puny doubts I had for this activity was bashed when I saw the pictures of cute minis with tiny brushes painting lovely set of nails bigger than their heads. I can see why this was a fad. It was all positively adorable! I couldn't wait to see August do my nails.

"Ma?" August asked from my shoulder.

"Yes, baby," I turned to see him pointing at the picture on my phone, curious about seeing another mini. "Oh. You want to paint mommy's nails too?"

"Nay...Llll...Ssss..."

"Nails." I said with a smile. "Ya, I think this will be fun to do."

The next section of the article - entitled, "Good for the Sole" - was about how great it was to get a foot rub by a mini. It described it as a "gentle and intimate worship that no human sized partner could give you". I had to agree. There was something empowering about having August under my soles; though I never really gave it much thought. It was silly fun for me, but some women actually took great pleasure in having a mini rub their feet.

"Guess we could try that too. I did promise that if you are a good boy you'd get to apply my lotion. Remember?" I said as August continued to tangle himself in my hair. I responded by pinched his waist and dropping him on my head. That way he had access to more hair.

Coincidentally, the next activity was braiding. It read, "Minis are fantastic in braiding. Their small hands allows them to make finer details. Just make sure you comb first, or risk getting your mini tied up."

"I agree with that," I chuckled as August got himself so tangled up in hair that when he fell he ended up dangling close to my cheek. This made me laughed a bit louder. But instead of helping, I decided to let him to figure his own way out of this predicament. Plus, it was cute to have him hanging beside my cheek like the world's most adorable hair ornament. "Guess we got to work on braiding too."

The other activities were slightly erotic. One was having minis trim your "bush". It made me wonder how they trained them to "perfectly sculpt an overgrown hedge to your liking, with more than a dozen different designs"... Did they really have many bushy women available for minis to practise on?

"Ya, I'll pass on that for now." I said sheepishly, kinda embarrassed about overstretching no shave November until today. "You'll get lost in there."

I ditch the site to explore others. Many were blogs showing daily fun with minis. Others were how to properly raise one.

"Raised 2 girls, honey. I believe I know how to raise a boy the size of my finger."

I skimmed passed most until I found one that instantly had me hooked. In fact, it was kinda similar to the content I was originally looking for: an inquiry on a mini forum asking, "Is it safe to insert my mini in me".

"Is it," I asked with interest while August finally climbed back on top of my head. "Well, let's find out."

Apparently the inquirer had her mini since she was a kid. Now as a teen, she started to find herself sexually curious. And her mind was on her adorable mini. She claimed to knows about minis being durable, and that people use them to "scratch an itch they can reach", but she wanted real conformation for real women that it wont hurt her "precious mini". She "loved him dearly", her heart would shatter if she ended up breaking him.

There were dozens of replies. And most of them went through detailed/creative examples of using their mini as a living dildo and not breaking them.

"Don't worry, girl," one replied. "The makers knew us kinkier folks would try something this naughty. They made my mini durable enough to survive me. And that's saying something! In fact, minis are even trained to properly please a lady. You should ask yours, I'm sure he'll tell you the same. And gladly follow up with a more hands on example :P... Whatever the case, I recommend you try him. He will blow more than just your mind ;)..."

My cheeks grew red as I read further down the comment section. I considered myself creative in sex. But many comments surprised and slightly intimidated me. I mean there were even links to mini oriented toys: dildos you could strap them to, beaded string to tie around your mini for a "rougher ride", and chains... Lots of chains... Apparently many of these women had a kink for domination.

One woman even sent a link to a video of her roughly pounding a mini into her giant twat using a rather large dildo. In seconds she was spazzing in a furious orgasm as the mini disappeared into her folds. When she finally calmed down, and pulled out her cylinder toy, the tiny guy crawled out covered in thick goo. He slumped himself between her legs before giving the camera a thumbs up with a proud smile. The video was captioned, "Does this answer your question".

"Maa-mee."

I instantly threw my phone to the side as my cheeks burned hot red. I was so wrapped up in the moment that I forgot that August was here. And he clearly saw everything! Sure he couldn't read the naughty comments, but the video needed no higher level of thinking to comprehend. Or so I thought...

"Maa-mee... Pway..." August said as innocent as ever.

"Play?" I chuckled in hot embarrassment. Slightly relieved that he was still clueless. Also really turned on. "Yes baby... Something like that."

That was it for the night. No more "research". With a flustered face, I untangled August, slid him into my sock and tucked myself for the night. But of course I couldn't sleep. My mind was rattling from today's events. And not only from the fun and erotic things I saw on the net, but also my talk with Nancy. It was all so exciting.

"Damn it," I sighed, shuffling around to get my phone.

One thing lead to another and I found myself scrolling through images of minis in social media, then eventually exploring porn sites. And, surprise surprise, there where hundreds of mini videos to choose from.

In great excitement, and mild shame for doing this so close to the sleeping August, I clicked on "Tom Thumb's Adventure IN the great unknown".

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"Ok, August. Its time you learn how to do basic pedicures."

It was a new day, and we were at the living room where I had setup a makeshift nail salon. I sat on a stool and placed everything needed on a low table: a warm jug of water, special soap and cream, bath salt, foot scrubber, polish and of course August. The only thing on the ground were the foot towel and basin.

My plan was to show August how it was done before he actually did it himself. But that does not mean he wouldn't do anything. I planned on giving him a hands on lesson.

I spread the towel on the ground and set the basin on it. Then I gently picked a naked August and placed him at the middle of the tub. He was a bit confused, but remained there like a the good boy he is.

"Make way for your playmates," I sang while slowly placing each of my foot on either side of him. This seemed to make August smile as he walked to my nearest foot, cringing as he got too close.

"Sin-kee," he said, pointing at my left foot.

I couldn't help but laugh. Ever since I taught him that word he has been using it relentlessly. But that didn't stop him from draping himself on the the "sin-kee" foot. "Ya, ya. I know its stinky. That's why we wash them first."

I got the jug and gently pour it over my foot. Drenching August as well. He was caught off guard, but ended up laughing like the silly thing he is. Soon he was splashing between my feet, occasionally jumping on my toes to get a bigger splash. I humored him by raising my foot so he could use it like a diving board.

"Ok, enough of that," I said, setting my foot back into the warm water while mixing in some bath salt. "We need to start with our lesson. And the first thing do in a to soak and clean the feet... Wait, actually the first thing to do was to trim and shape the nails, but I already did that. Soooo... this is the second thing to do."

August just continued to splash around. Not really hearing any words I said.

"Hey, pay attention." I said, poking him with my big toe. This just made him laugh as he wrestled with the "attacker".

"Wait, August. The scrubbing comes after. You need to let my feet soak for at least 10 minutes before exfoliating... Ah what the heck."

I took the liquid soap and lathered one foot, right above August. This seemed to take his attention, because now he stopped and watched me massage the scented liquid onto my skin.

"You want to help," I asked. "Ok, here. You take care of that foot."

I poured some liquid soap over it. And like a good boy, August climbed on to help me wash up. He fell a few time, and constantly trapped himself between my toes - it was cutely hilarious.

"Mmmm," I moaned as I felt his tiny hands touch just the right spot. They weren't strong, but the sensations was lovely. "I see why they recommended this..."

By the time I finished the washing my foot, August was not even a quarter done with the other. But I just let him continue his work. And by "work" I really mean game, he practically used my foot as a makeshift slide.

Once the wash was over, I used the rest of the clean warm water in the jug to rinsed off. Then gently, I lowered my feet, and August, onto the towel - pinning the tiny boy under my sole. Using the fluffy towel, I dabbed my feet while gently rolling August around until we were both dry.

"All good," I asked.

He was a bit dazed and winded, but overall fine.

"Good. Now for the next part."

Retrieving my foot lotion, I squeezed a blob on one foot and another in my hands.

"You work with that. And I work with the other. Ok?"

I started with the right foot. Showing August what I wanted him to do.

"Come on, just follow me."

I instructed August by placing him on top of the left foot - right next to the blob - then used an index finger to dab into the lotion and start spreading it around the skin. My cutie watched for a few seconds before he joined in. Plunging his puny hands into the white goo then followed the motions of my index.

"Good boy," I cooed. Leaving him to work on that foot as I took care of its twin. I couldn't help but giggle when August got himself coated from head to toe in lotion. And when he was more confident, he used the entirety of his body to spread the white goo. My naughty mind couldn't help but think he was essentially grinding himself on my foot.

As fun as watching August work was, I wanted to move things along. So I gently pressed him down and slid him along my foot. It felt phenomenal and did the job well. And when I got between my toes, I was greeted by his adorable smiling face. He laughed silly as he started to wrestle with my digits. I replied by curling them, practically giving him a hug.

 Once that was done, I used the towel to wipe the excess lotion from August then placing him back on the floor.

"There we go. My feet are now clean, moisturised and ready for polish." I said, poking August with my big toe. "So, are they still stinky?"

"Sin-Kee," August said in a giggling tease as he pushed away my toe.

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes. Stepping on August for his remark. "I know you love my feet. Now get up, let's get to polishing."

I placed the different polishes beside him. It was cute to see how such small bottles rivaled my tiny boy in height. He'd definitely need those mini mani-pedi equipment to work my nails properly.

"Watch closely, hon. You'll be doing this next time. But first..." I pointed at the different colors I loved. "Which one should we use?"

August walked from one bottle to the next. Seemingly serious about the choice he was about to make. It made me giggle. He settle in front of one bottle, pointing at it with a bright smile.

"Baby blue? Ya. Mommy likes." I patted his tiny head. "Great choice."

 As I opened the bottle, August instantly cringed - shaking his head and backed a few steps. "Sin-kee."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

I pulled the bottle away. The polish wasn't stinky, but for August everything that smelled strong was instantly labeled as such.

"Guess that's why they make a special polish for you to use."

When August got back his composure, I started the demonstration on coloring my toenails. And he was fascinated. Practically like a wide eyes boy eying the latest gaming console.

"There, isn't it pretty," I asked once done with one nail.

"Pwee-teee," August said as he crawled closer, breathing through his mouth to avoid the sting to his nose.

"Ah-ah. Don't touch it. Its still wet."

August sat where he was, admiring the pretty blue that accented my toe. It was such a lovely feeling to be adored for something as simple as a colored nail. So with a beaming smile, I continued on the rest.   

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Instead of going all blue, August pointed at different colors for me to put on. I humoured him, and ended up getting confused rainbow colored toes and fingers. It looked like a mess to me, but August loved it. So it wasn't that bad in the end. Though I'll have to properly teach him correct color harmony before he does my nails.

"Pwee...Tee." August gushed.

An hour passed since I cleaned our makeshift salon, yet August still couldn't get over my colored digits. As I laid on the sofa, with a hand on my belly, August eyed each nail - practically kissing them with how close his face was. He would run his hand along the glazed surface and giggle.

After a while, August tore himself from my hand and made his way atop my breasts. It was always amusing to see August trek the landscape of my body. He looked like a great explorer contesting the wild. But that wild was me. And the mountain he just conquered were my humble breasts.

"Got bored already," I asked as August held up his hands. Thinking he wanted to get carried, I reached for his waist, only to find him pushing my fingers away.

"Pwee... Tee." he said again. Shaking his hands up at me.

"Awwww," I cooed as it registered what he wanted. "You want your nails done too?"

He nodded with the brightest smile. But as precious as he was, I couldn't really do that.

"Look, August, as much as I luv to see your teeny-weeny fingernails done, I don't think I could properly paint them with my big brushes. We'll have to go buy those mani-pedi gear we saw online first."

August pouted sadly. He didn't understand most words I said, but my tone was clearly understood as a "no."

"Awww, don't be sad," I picked him up and planted a reassuring kiss on his head. "We will definitely do it. Just not now."

He got his smile back, but it wasn't as bright. It made me feel bad.

"You know what, let's go get some strawberries. That'll make you happy, right?"

At the mention of the fruit, August instantly got his radiant smile back. He was so easy to handle. I had to do little to nothing to keep him pleased, and he too did little to nothing to keep me gleefully entertained. He was the perfect boy for me. So if he wants a strawberry, I'd get him an entire kilo.

The tiny boy sat happily on my red sweater covered torso, munching away at the juicy fruit. It was always so darling to see him stuff his tiny cheeks. I mean there he was, sitting atop my right breast - which was big enough to house him - struggling to finish a small fruit that was hardly a mouthful to me. It was just to precious!

A short moment later, August made his way to my face and extended the fruit. A clear sign that he was done and wanted me to finish the rest. I pinched his tiny waist and hoisted him over my mouth, allowing him to dispose the remains.

As I chewed the tiny moral of sweetness, I examined August. He was indeed adorably small. His tiny fingers - grasping my trunk sized digits for support - were barely a fraction of my painted nail. His slim torso was as thick as my thumb. And the length of his body was shorter than my index. He looked like a toy, but his tiny heartbeat reminded me that he was a living being. A being in my hand and UTTERLY AT MY MERCY.

This made my mind fly back to last night's "research". All those articles, forums, and porn videos were really doing a number on me. It made me see August in a different way. Not that I thought anything less of him, it just gave me other things to explore with my tiny mate. .

"Mmmmm," my moan suddenly knocked my mind out of trance.

In a shameful blush, I realised what just happened. As I intensively examined August, my free hand had somehow snaked its way between my legs. And while I basked in erotic thoughts, my fingers started to run along the my swelling nether.

"Crap," I sighed, dropping August back onto my breast. "What am I doing?"

I looked down at August. He was just so pure and innocent. Was I really going to corrupt him with my naughty, bored, mom mind? Well, I've done many dirty things to him already. But there was a line, right? With a heavy sigh, and shifting to a better sitting position, I caused August to tumble of my breasts. Rolling over until he stopped at my lower midriff.

"Whoops," I chuckled. "Should have warned you. Sorry."

August stood up and shook his head. He was about to make his way back towards my breast when he suddenly stopped.

Curiously, I watched the tiny boy turn down south - making for my nether. My heart started to race at this. I mean he was getting so close to my crotch!

He looked absolutely tiny there, small enough to be devoured by the monster I could imagine drooling under my tight leggings. The closer he got, the more of his soft weight I could feel on my pubic region, each step sending a sensual spark through my core.

He was right there! Just a few steps and I'd feel him on top of my slit. I silently encouraged him onwards. And to my excited heart's pleasure, he got on all fours, bringing his face close to my crotch. This instantly made my heart stop, dirty mind wondering if he was actually going to kiss it. But before his tiny lips met mine, he stopped, turned around and pointed directly at my crotch, smiling.

"Sin-Kee."

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I couldn't believe what I just heard. All the titillating tease just for that cheeky fellow to chaff me. I didn't know how to feel. On one hand I was greatly aroused watching my new found fantasy playing out. Then it abruptly stopped with his teasing remark. But in someway it was still hot. I mean he was practically lured by the smell of my strong arousal. Then again he wasn't there because he was sexually enticed, he was just curious by some foreign scent.

His innocence was cute, frustrating and arousing...

"Screw it," I said with a flustered blush.

I jerked my hips, knocking August down between my legs. Sitting up, I smiled at how petite he looked compared to my thicc thighs. Before he could even recover from the fall, I shifted my hips and leaned down - trapping the adorable mini under my steaming nether with only his head popping out.

"Hi," I huffed. Heart picking up its past erotic tempo. Completely taken by the moment, I gently run a finger over his cute face, then along my slit. Shuddering from the growing sensation.

That was it. The erotic feel was more than my logical mind could bare. If this was really wrong, I didn't care. I just wanted it.

"Mmmmm," I bit my lips as my fingers dug into my crotch. Hips grinding gently against the small lump of August's body. I could feel the heat radiating from him. Like my cunt was sucking the pleasure from his core.

He looked up at me confused. Struggling slightly under the growing pressure. Slightly making me guilty... yet more aroused.

I leaned forward, rolling my crotch, and completely burying him. "Where, did you go?"

I giggled naughtily while feeling his minute struggles. In beat with his fight, I rubbed my clit. Growing more erotic by the second as my other hands latched tightly against my breasts. It was getting really good. And building up to a grand finale. And then-

*RING RING RING*

I practically jumped off August as soon as the ringing phone knocked logic back into me. In guilt, I recovered August to check on him. He looked confused and slightly dazed, but overall fine.

"Sorry, cutie." I gave him an apologetic kiss, which he returned by hugging my lips. I took that as a good sign, more so when I saw him smile - like nothing wrong just happened.

*RING RING RING*

My phone annoyingly continued. So I slipped August between my breasts and checked the caller. It was my baby girl, June.

"Hey, Baby," I said while taking a deep breath to calm my still beating heart.

"Hi mom," she said in her all so pretty voice. "Is this a bad time?"

"Of course not. No time is a bad time for my girls. What would make think that."

"Well you sounded a bit winded." She said in an all so knowing manner. "How is August?"

I blushed. My girls and I were really close. We could tell each others state by a simple glance, and apparently by the tone of the other's voice. "He's uhm... His fine." I failed to play it cool. "We were just getting our workout done."

"At the afternoon?" She laughed in disbelief. "Mom, you're workout schedule is always set for the mornings. And if memory serves me well, which is does, you really go out of your way to not do extra hours of exercise."

Yup, my girl knew me too well. "Well... things changed with August."

"I know," she said unconvinced. "Anyways, I was calling to say I'll be stopping by next week. That is if I wont be bothering you and August."

"Of course not," I said with excitement, ignoring her accurate assumptions of my recent activity. "You know I'm always happy to have any of my girls home."

"I know, mom. I cant wait to be home too. Anyways, I'll say bye for now. Leave you to resume your 'exercise' with August." She chuckled teasingly.

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes, but smiled.

"Love you, mom."

"Love you, baby."

With that, I hanged up. Slightly embarrassed at being caught by my daughter.

"She's just teasing."

I tried to reassure myself that June didn't know what I was just doing to poor-

"August!"

I pulled him out of my breasts, guilt growing in my belly as my sanity kicked in.

"Sorry again, little guy." I sang softly. "It wasn't really fair what I did. I should have asked first, made sure you were actually willing."

I felt really bad on what I just did. Even if August is a mini - and I had every right to do what I want with him - I didn't think he was just a toy. To me he is more. Yet I used him like one to try and sate my uncontrolled desires. Sure, he would do anything for me, but I wanted him to know what he was getting himself into first. Not just plunge the clueless boy into my carnal lust. I mean he doesn't even know what a cunt is!

Scolding myself, I planted another apologetic kiss on my smiling, innocent boy. He was happy for the attention, making me feel even worse. "You're too precious, August. I promise next time we will do it right."

This was a bad introduction of love making to August. Though after tasting that new, erotic feeling of lust - which still lingered within me - it was only a matter of time before we try again. Though next time I'd make sure to properly and gently introduce him to this new activity.

Mommy

With major advances in cyber technology, anyone can get anything online. And that includes all the cool new things I wanted to get for August. Sure, it might be easier online, but I preferred physically browsing the products. I'm old fashion that way. Especially since I cant accidentally buy a shirt a sizes too small at the shop itself - a problem I've done multiple times online.

My little "research" the other night had me quite enlightened. Which is why I had my current list of things to get at the mall. And at the top was the cute pedicure/manicure equipment. When I saw those minis painting nails, I was dying to get August to do mine.

Another must in my list were cloths for August. If I was going to let him do some commercials with Nancy, he must at least look professional. And the four robes he came with were too plain and so "last season".

The other things on the list were optional: ropes/ladders for August to get from around, a better potty box, toys for minis, furniture and whatever else fancies me. Maybe I'll check those houses they make for minis. Not that I planned on getting him one, I was already content with our sleeping arrangement.

"Here we are," I sang while parking the car. "Your first mall experience. Aren't you excited."

"Mall!" August squeaked excitedly from his perch on the dashboard. It wasn't the safest place for him, but he just loved to looking at the sights. Besides, I taped a small tissue box on the dashboard and had it stuffed with a soft sock. It looked comfortably ghetto.

"I should put finding a car seat in my list." I took August from his perch, placed on my shoulder then curled a scarf around my neck to secure him to me. It was the only way I could carry him around as the beige coat I wore didn't have pockets. "Are you good in there? Or it is too tight?"

One look at the rear-view mirror showed August completely buried in the warm fluffy cloth. So with a smile, I adjusted the scarf until I saw August's cute head pop out from the right side of neck.

"There you go, now you can look around while safe and warm." I smiled, poking his tiny head back into the folds as a tease. "Alright. Let's go."

Compared to most malls, this one was at the lavish side of the spectrum. Minis - or anything involving them - were quite costly, so not all mall had mini oriented shops. But this one stood over the rest as it had the greatest collections of mini stores in the region. In fact, there was an entire branch dedicated to selling mini related thing.

Before owning a mini myself, I hardly passed that branch of the mall. And if I did, I wouldn't be intrigued enough to stop and browse the wares. But now everything changed. As soon as I stepped inside, I felt like a walked into paradise. There were dozens of shops catering to every minis' need: fashion, toys, housing, tools, services, foods, etc... And I couldn't wait to visit them all.

The first shop we visited was called Mini Galleria. Their services had great reviews online, and they sold almost everything a mini needs. If I wanted to find something, this was a good place to start.

"Ok... This is fancier than I thought it'd be." I said once inside.

Unlike the average store, this had two sections: a waiting room and displaying area. And the manner they presented their product wasn't like the average shops too - it was all in glass counters or on revolving tables. And each exhibit wasn't crowded by multiple items, it was designed so one could appreciate each product by itself or in an intended set.

"Guess we should find some help," I said while making my way to the waiting area. Not a second later, a young woman with a pretty smile and a fashionable, black uniform approached me.

"Good morning, ma'am, and welcome to Mini Galleria." She spoke in such a sweet and accommodating voice. A clear indication that her employer treated her well. "May I ask if you would need any assistance?"

"Good morning," I smiled back. "And yes. I might need a lot of assistance."

"First time owning a mini," she asked. Not condescendingly, more like inquiring to see how much help I really needed.

"First time." I took August out of his comfy perch, presenting him to the warmly girl. "And I think the most immediate concern is finding a proper way to carry him around."

"Awww," she cooed down at August. "Such a pretty little thing. And we might just have what you're looking for. Please, follow me."

The young lady led me to the waiting area and sat me down on a rather comfortable accent chair. Beside it was a glass side table with its one mini sized accommodation - though the long mini sized sofa was rather large compared to August, but I didn't think much of it.

"Wow, they even have a place for you to sit." I told August as I gently set him on the table.

The curious little thing made his way to the downsized sofa set and examined the chairs. Before long, he jumped onto it like the silly thing he was.

"You like it?" I chuckled. "Maybe I'll get one for you and place it in the sitting room. That way we can both read on our own chairs like an old couple."

"Here you go, ma'am." The girl returned with what looked like a tablet that displayed their current products. But it was set on a specific category: Carriers. "If you find one to your liking, just show me and I'll get it for you."

"Thanks," I said, skimming through the choices. "Is that a necklace?"

"It is, ma'am. Would you want to see it?"

"I would, please. Oh and that bag accessory as well."

It wasn't long before the woman came back, presenting a collection of silver, gold and diamond necklaces along with what appeared to look like cups with hooks on them.

"So how do these work?"

"The necklace is just like any other necklace. But you can strap your mini on this," She latched a fine chain to a mini size belt. "That way, your cutie can ride your shoulder without worry of falling off."

"Oh, I guess that beats my scarf."

"I wouldn't say that, ma'am. It was quite creative and rather cute to hold your mini like there. Not to mention warm."

"Thanks," I said while examining the fine neck piece. "But do people actually use this? Isn't it a bit... Well..."

"Demeaning." The lady agreed. "Yes, people do buy it. But its more for the look than actually strapping their minis on it like a common dog. From my experience, owners usually just carry them in here," she said while lifting the cup like thing.

"Right, so how does that work?"

"Simple, ma'am." She sang, getting out a sample handbag. "You just place it in like this," she hooked the accessory inside, at the end of the purse. "Then slip your mini in. That way he is protected from the contents of your purse and can peek out when he wants."

"Oh, that's neat." I picked up the holder to examine.

"The inside is layered with soft detachable cushions that can be washed or replaced." The woman continued. "There also is an optional strap for your mini, just in case it's a lively one."

I looked down at August who started to climb the extra carrier on the table. With a smile, I helped him in. The lady and I cooed at how perfect he looked in there.

"He seems to like it."

"He does." I said, caressing August in his new holder. "I'll take one."

"Alright," the woman said, putting away the other things. "Would you want me to pack this up, or will you be using it out?" she asked looking adoringly at August who made himself quite comfortable in the holder.

"Could you please bag it. I don't think my current bag can carry it." The handbag I chose was rather small. More for fashion than actually carrying things inside.

"Of course, ma'am. But if you want I can recommend some shops that sell designer handbags with built in compartments for minis of all sizes."

"All sizes?"

"Yes ma'am." The woman explained. "Minis come in 3 different sizes. The defaults are doll sized, about 20 cm (8 in), and mouse sized, 10 cm (4 in)."

Guess that explains the "big", to August, sofa on the table, I thought.

"The other size is for the custom-made, height between 8-20 cm. And from the looks of it you got a custom-made mini yourself."

"I did. How could you tell?"

"He is smaller than 10 cm. Uncommon, but not unheard of. Though he will grow to 10 cm in time."

"Do all minis grow?"

"No. Just the ones specially made, like yours. The default is 10 cm for your type of mini. Minis smaller than that usually have the growth factor. This gives the owner a feeling of actually raising the mini."

"That's pretty cool." I smiled down at August. Noting to myself that I'd have to measure him constantly to track his growth. That is if he was designed that way, I'd have to ask my girls "But anyways, which shops should I check for those handbags? It's never a bad time to get a new one."

The young lady used the tablet to show me a list of designer brands. Most of which I knew were under the same parent company as this. It surprised me how fast the world was changing to integrate new trends.

"I'll make sure to visit some of these stores. They sell mini cloths too, right?"

"Of course, ma'am." The lady smiled as she handed off the displayed items to another lady in uniform, indicating which one to I wanted. "Would there be anything else you'd want to check out?"

"Oh right, I wanted ask if you had a sort of mini car seat? Something I can attach to the dashboard or the window. August does love seeing outside while I drive."

"We do, ma'am." A quick search on the tablet and options popped out. "This is like that holder for your phone, but instead its for a mini carrier. In fact its compatible with the carrier you got."

"Oh great! May I see it?

"Of course, ma'am. Is there anything else you'd want to see?"

"Actually," I smiled. "There is important thing."

"Let me guess." The lady gave a knowing grin. "The manicure/pedicure equipment?"

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The rest of the day went perfectly. Not only did I get to try/buy new cloths, bags, and shoes for August and myself, but I even got to meet many other mini owners. And it felt like I just entered an exclusive society, one which shared enthusiasm for our adorable little dolls. And everyone was so approachable. All I'd have to do was comment on how adorable their mini was and we'd instantly be acquainted - sharing stories and pictures like we were all pals. Then when they eventually found out that I was a new owner, they'd give many advice on places/things/activities to visit/get/do with August. Frankly, it reminded me of those places of gathering (ex: parks) where moms communed over the shared bond/struggles we had by having children.

August too had a blast. He was like a tiny ball of energy - bouncing from one item to the next and was practically climbing/playing/probing everything in his reach. Including the other minis he was delighted to meet. It left me, and everyone around, in a constant state of "oohs" and "ahhs".

Before long, it was already lunch. So after eating in a mini friendly restaurant - recommended by one of my new acquaintances - we were on are way home. Both of us quite pleased with the outcome today.

I plopped down onto the soft and sighed in satisfaction as soon as we got home. Kicking off my warm boots, I reached between my breasts to retrieve the over excited August. He was so energized from his day that he wouldn't sit still in the carrier I attached to the dashboard. The only way to keep him from moving around while I drove was to trap him between my breast.

"Ma!" August scolded me as he came out, unpleased with his little timeout between my breasts. Not that he hated being pressed against them, but I did take him away from his fun in the new carrier he seemed to love.

"Don't get mad at me, little guy. I specifically told you to calm down or I'd put you there." I poked his rib, shifting his annoyed mood into feats of laughter. "Besides, its not that bad being between my breasts. Many people would kill to be in there."

With a single wet kiss on his head, I easily won back his love.

"All better?"

"Bet-tew..." He replied, smiling and wiping the spittle off his face.

"Good," I kissed him again, covering his face in another layer of gloss. "Now why don't we check out our new toys?"

I loved the part where I get to unbox all the new stuff. And from the looks of it, August too seemed to be excited as I lifted the first shopping bag over him on the coffee table.

"Ready," I asked while tipping the bag. And before August could react, I dumped the contents over him.

A colorful downpour of varying thongs buried my tiny boy under its softness.

"You like them?" I asked as August popped out from the folds. His innocent smile told me he didn't know how naughty it was to be covered in lady's underwear. "Well pick one and I'll model it for you."

August was familiar with the word "pick". So seeing me point at the varying cloths and saying "pick" was all he needed to understand what I wanted him to do. And like a good boy, he picked one by sitting on top of it: a pink mesh thong that left little to the imagination.

"Nice pick," I said while stripping out of both my tight black jeans and worn panties.

With a grin, I pulled the thong from under August, causing him to tumble cutely on the other soft fabrics. Then slipped little piece on until it was basically eaten by my shapely ass.

"Is it pretty," I twirled for him to fully appreciate.

"Pwe-tee." He replied, his eyes zoning onto my crotch. Though it was only innocent admiration, it still was exciting to be in awed.

"Ok, lets move on," I said, shaking my horny mind back into focus. If I didn't, then we'll surely have a repeat of last time.

The next things we checked were the various cloths I got for August. It was only fair that he changed for me after I changed for him. Plus, it was always fun dolling him up.

As I stripped him, I took a second to appreciate his naked form. He was losing his abs, but still had his overall slim build. Again I made a mental note to get him working out. Then like August, I too zoned into his crotch. Giggling to myself as I blew his tiny member and watched it sway from the steady stream of air. This seemed to make August blush. Which in turn made me bothered. But before things got too naughty, I covered him up.

 I dress August in a white sleeveless tunic that went down to his thighs. Then using a red sash, I wrapped it around his waist like a belt. By the time I was done, August looked like one of those boys in ancient history. And I got to say, they have to bring this fashion back in style, because my boy looked absolutely fetching!

We tried other tunics and robes. Mixing and matching to get the cutest ensemble. The best ones were pictured and uploaded to August's growing social media accounts. People loved them! And it was totally understandable. Looking at the zoomed in pictures of August - without "giant" things around - made him look like an average human. Well not entirely average, he was far more handsome than most. Any zoomed in photo of him could pass for those cute boy band type posters that would hang in a teenage girl's room - I know because I owned a few myself. And this realization made my heart skip.

August was definitely a catch.

"Damn it," I huffed in frustration and threw my phone at the far end of the coach. This was getting weird. Or was I making it weird? It hasn't really bothered me until now.

"Ma," August called from his perch near the edge of the coffee table. He looked up at me with big eyes. Concerned.

"Everything is ok, sweetie." I picked him up and planted a kiss on his head. "Mommy is just being weird."

"We... de"

"Weird... Strange." I said while leaning back against the coach and bringing August closer to my face. "You really are cute, you know that. I mean you were always small-cute. But seeing at you now... Well even look-wise you are cute."

The words flew over his head, but he still smiled warmly up at me as if he understood.

"Guess you have to be since you were engineered in a lab. The perfect little toy." I wrapped my fingers around his tiny frame, squeezing a little. "In reality, I can do anything to you. You are literally mine."

This didn't bother August one bit. In fact he started to giggle. Probably thinking this was a game.

"So I really shouldn't worry about the things I do to you. Right?"

"Wite!" August said with a completely oblivious bright smile.

"Right," I chuckled, planting another loving kiss on his head before dropping him on my bosom. "But no. You are too preciously innocent. I don't want to ruin that with my naughty ways."

I watched as August made his was to my neckline then slid into my shirt. I could feel him wiggle his way between my breasts, cuddling in their warmth.

"Well, at least not yet." I chuckled. Squeezing my tits to mess with the tiny boy.

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August

Today was one of the best days I ever had. Mommy brought me to this HUGE place with many different "toys" to play with. We even got to see other people my size! And they too had their own mommies carrying them around.

Sadly we didn't stay too long, but I knew we'd come back. Mommy seemed to enjoy the place as much as me, so we will visit again... At least I hoped.

On our way home, mom placed me in this cool new "carrier" thingy in the "car". But for some reason she didn't like me playing in there, because not long after she took me and stuffed me between her breasts. I don't mind it here - its soft, warm and smells nice - but I was having so much fun and mom stopped it! Though its all ok now. I cant really stay mad at her. She's the best!

Once home, we went through everything we bought. And I got to dress mom up! Or rather, pick what she wore - she was too big to dress. When it was mom's turn, she dressed me in everything and consistently took "photos". Not sure why she does, but if its mommy it must be important.

After dress up, I got to play with this new "ball" thingy. But it seemed to annoy mom a little since I kept dropping it off the "coffee table" and she'd have to get it back. So she settled for me playing on the floor, right between her legs. That way I wouldn't loss it as mom did something on the phone.

As I played closer to where her legs met, I caught the same smelly scent from before. It wasn't bad. It was just strange and strong. But I made sure not to say it "stinks", because the last time I did mom sat on me. I didn't know what game that was, but I didn't want mom stopping me from playing ball just yet.

Soon it was night. So we ate "dinner" and took "baths". Then, like the past few night, I started rubbing that nice smelling white goo over mom's feet.

"This will be your nightly chore," she said before. Whatever that means.

All I know is that I liked this game. Mommy's feet were so pretty, and putting the white stuff made it smell better and feel softer. It made me want to cuddle up and sleep. But like always, when I finished my "chore", she'd take me, slip me into her warm sock and lay me on a pillow where I'd be gently lulled to sleep by her soothing reading voice.

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"Happy Valentine's Day!" Mom sang the next morning as she happily dropped a red "flower" and "heart" shaped thingy right beside me on the "dinner table".

"Va... Lee... Ties."

"Valentines." She giggled, opening the heart thingy. "Here, have some chocolates."

I tasted chocolates before. They were sweet and yummy. And now I had this all to myself! Well I had to share some with mommy, but I'm ok with that.

"Valentines is a day you spend with special people." She spoke, popping a chocolate ball into her mouth. "Its a day to show our love."

"Lub?" I knew the word. Mom always says it to me. What was it? Ah, right. "Lub you."

"Awww," she sang, bending down to pat me on the head. "Love you too, sweetie." With that, she danced her way back to her "laptop", humming happily as she played with it.

I stuck near my chocolates for a while, eating as much as I could. But now stuffed, and bored, I was curious to see what mom was doing. So I climbed my way between her arms and inspected the large "screen". On it I saw images of flowers and many other red things.

"They're for the girls," she spoke without looking away. "I always send them chocolates and flowers on Valentine's Day; its kinda like gifts to show and remind them how much I love and miss them."

Mom seemed gloomy as she spoke. So determined to make her feel better, I walked up to her arm and kissed it.

"Thanks, sweetie," she paused to rub my head in acknowledgement. "I needed that."

It was nice to see her warm smile back.

"You know, when the girls were younger they used to be my valentines. We'd spend the entire day doing all kinds of silly things together... It was fun."

She sighed deeply after that.

"But then they grew up, got their own valentines, and I was left alone to watch them outgrow me day by day. You know I tried getting my own valentine dates as well - to 'fill the void'. But it never worked out. Those dates were just filler - weren't really meant to last. We'd break up, and I would be left alone once again."

Her fingers softly wrapped around my body, lifting me up to her pretty face.

"But I'm not alone anymore." She gently caressed my body, with a soft smile. "You're here now, and you're different. Because you wont ever leave me, will you?"

I understood "leave". It was the word she said when she disappeared for the entire day. And I didn't like it. So I shook my head, no.

"I thought not," her voice got brighter. "Then August," she paused timidly. "Will you do me the honor of being my valentine?"

"Va-Lin-tie." I said more clearly, though not as well as mom. As I watched her patiently staring at me, I knew she wanted a response. Not sure what kind, but her happy face meant it must be good. So I nodded... yes?

"I though so." She said, covering me with kisses.

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Mommy

For a woman like me, getting a valentine date was easy. I could whistle and instantly find myself company for this day of love. Though like my many ventures in dating, it usually didn't last. It was after all a sad act to not be lonely. Never genuine.

I guess the reason I never got back into dating was because I still loved the father of my girls - even years after his passing. Not getting over him meant meeting other men was just for pleasure and never for love. But I didn't mind. I already had my happily ever after, I didn't need a second.

But today was different. I had August, and it was his first Valentine's Day. Naturally I was excited for him. And maybe a little for myself. After all, I always did ended Valentine's Day with a bang...

"No." I scolded myself.

I wouldn't force this on August... At least not yet. He needed to understand what it was first. Or else might turn into a pervy deviant. A cute pervy deviant.

"I'm just having a nice dinner with the new special boy in my life." I told myself. Reforming my resolve.

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After bathing August in his new mini sized bath, I dried him up and placed him on my large vanity. On one side were his new dresser, standing divider (for "privacy"), and vanity. All mini sized! It was so cute to see his little changing area dwarfed by my "large" makeup products, lotions and creams.

Since we were going to have a special dinner, I dressed August in his most formal looking tunic and robe. It wasn't a suit, but it was definitely fancy. It gave August this classy foreign dignitary look - elegant and exotic.

"Well aren't you a little prince," I cooed.

Once he was changed, I left him on the bed with his new toys and favorite series playing on the laptop. This way he would be too distracted not to notice me dolling up. I wanted to surprize him. So taking my dress, appropriate accessories and makeup, I snuck out to the guest room to change.

The dress I chose was white. It draped over one shoulder - showing my slender neck and elegant collarbone. From my waist, it went down in a slant; cutting from my left hip so it showed my leg when I walked. For shoes, I chose a silver lace heels that strapped up to my knees - it made my butt pop and gave my legs this illusion of appearing longer. Not that I needed them longer, they were long enough, and literally skyscrapers to August.

I put my hair in a fancy braided bun. Leaving several locks to fall along the side of my head to give it that elegant messy touch. For earings, I chose silver drops with diamonds decorated bottoms. And to end the ensemble, I wore a slim necklace that sat on my collarbone.  

My original goal was to look like one of those ancient queens or mythological goddess to match my little prince. And from what I saw in the long mirror, I really nailed the look. With a minimal touch of makeup, I was ready to show myself to August.

"Hey little prince, how do I look." I sang while dancing my way into the room.

The look in his face was priceless. He went from playing with his ball to gawking, mouth agape, at me. Completely in awe, he only had one thing to say, "Pwetty."

That touched me. August still didn't understand the full concept of conversation or interaction, yet somehow he said the the right thing. And in such a genuine manner. NOT because he wanted to get in my pants.

With a warm smile, I picked up my little valentine and hugged him against my chest.

"Shall we?" Not really waiting for a response, I made for the dining room.

Everything was already set up. Mood lighting, candles, porcelain plate, napkin, and everything else appropriate on my side of the table. On the other side, I had set his own new mini dining table along with its mini fineries.

"Isn't it neat," I basked at my own handy work.

"Neeee-t."

"Neat." I corrected. "Ya, I kinda went all out. But now that I think of it, I didn't even teach you proper dining etiquette."

"Et...ket."

"Etiquette," I chuckled at how August face contorted to mimic my words. "But that doesn't matter. Tonight is me showing how much I appreciate you being in my life. So who cares about etiquette?"

Dinner consisted of a steak meal I had ordered, which I cut a portion into an appropriate size and assembled finely on August's small plate. With everything set, we both sat on our seats, and started eating.

During our meal, I couldn't help notice that August was acting strange. More "controlled" or "refined". Because he truly tried to follow the way I ate - cutleries and all. Though clumsy and obviously forced, it was still precious watching him try his best. Like he knew this was a special night and didn't want to disappoint me.

As cute as it was, watching him made me feel kinda bad. I mean no one should suffer trying to eat. So with a big smile, I dumped the knife and fork and started eating with my hands. Stuffing my mouth in exaggeration for August pleasure. And my tiny boy more than loved my messy display. Soon he joined me.

Dinner couldn't have gone any better.

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After our meal, we sat back in the living room and shared a bottle of wine. Well I drunk and he played on my breasts. Several glasses later I had a great idea of dumping him in the crystal. Watching and laughing as he waded around the scarlet liquid.

"Talk about sharing a glass," I joked.

Then with a naughty grin, I tipped the crystal over and downed the rest of the wine in one full swing. Catching August in my mouth like one would an olive in the end of a martini. I teased the bite sized boy, sloshing him around while sucking the wine off his skin and cloths. Marvelling at his wondrous taste.

"Ptooey," I spat him on my open palm as my tongue fidgeted to dislodge his sash that got stuck between my molars. "We need to get your cloths off. I spent a lot on them, it'll be a shame to ruin it after one use."

Stripping August proved more challenging in my slight tipsy state. But once done, I basked at his adorable little body.

"You really are a pretty thing," I slurred, taking a second to caress and admire his youthful frame. And he responded by clumsily falling over, laughing as my fingers tickled his skin. "Haha, are you tipsy as well?"

He looked at me in a daze. Smiling like a fool after a drink. Guess that's a yes.

"Hey, you want to see something nice."

"Na... Nice," he mumbled.

"Yup. Here, I'll show you."

Without giving much warning, I dropped him on sofa then clumsily stood up to shimmy off my gown. And as it fell over my hips, I presented the only thing I had left on to my little valentine: my pink thong.

"You like," I pulled the elastic and snapped it against my waist. "Its the one you picked for me yesterday. I figured you'd liked it if I wore it tonight."

"Pwe...Pwetty." He mumbled again.

"Awwww," I cooed. "Thanks."

Crouching beside the couch, I brought my crotch closer to the mini.

"Here, have a better look."

Using a finger, I poked August closer to the nether that hovered over him. For a brief moment, I had the urge to just lay down and bury him in my muffs. But somehow I managed to restrain my fuzzy and horny mind.

"Ugh," I huffed. "I promised not to do anything naughty tonight, and yet here we are."

In a frown, I plopped on the coach, snatched August up and placed him in the valley of my bare breasts. Frustrated in more ways than one. With a heavy sigh, I decided to end the night and just satisfy my desires solo.

"Hey August, I think we should just call it a- huh? What you doing, little guy?"

My eyes dropped to find August kissing my breast. There was nothing naughty in it. Knowing August, it was simply a genuine show of appreciation and love. Yet as I watched him, my naughty brain couldn't thing of anything else other than sexual. And that growing tingle in my core caused me to loss my will to stop anything from happening.

As if on auto drive, I picked him up and dumped him right next to my swelling pink nipple. Biting my lower lip, I simply hoped he could align the dots. At least I still had enough control not to force him.

To my greatest pleasure, August willingly bent over and pressed his tiny lips against my sensitive teat.

"Ohhhh, daaamn," I squealed as the sudden burst of burning passion erupted from his gentle touch.

My hand instinctively dropped against my free breast, squeezing and caressing fondly as I concentrated on August. And as he continued his worship, the other hand snaked its way between my legs, finding perch on a hot and moist crotch. By the time I made contact, all sense of logical thought was beyond me.

I wanted nothing more than to end Valentine's Day with a bang.

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August

The red thing that mommy drunk was not as nice as I thought it would be. In fact, I didn't enjoy swimming in the pungent fluid. But for some reason, the longer I stayed in the liquid - smelling and drinking it - the stranger I felt. It was like a warm feeling that made me light and woozy. Almost sleepy. But I wasn't sleepy. In fact, I was energized. Wanting nothing more than to continue playing with mom. I felt... Happy.

One thing lead to another, and soon I was staring up the "panties" mommy wore yesterday. It was pretty, and so I told her. In response, she moved closer to me, like she wanted to pin me down against it. And the closer it got, a familiar scent hit my nose. It was stronger now, enough to make my head lighter. But I didn't mind it. In fact, the longer I looked at and smelled it, the more it made me feel another strange sensation... One between my legs.

Another disoriented swishing and swooshing, and I found myself dropped between mommy's breasts. They were warmer and moister than usual. Smelling strongly of her sweat, lotion, and that sweet thingy she called "perfume".

From the rumbling above, I knew mom was talking again. But I just couldn't concentrate enough to understand a word. So I just stared. And the longer I stared, the more warm and funny I felt inside. She was the best, and I wanted to tell her that. Or at least show her how much she means to me. So in determination, I leaned onto the slope of her breast, hugged it as much of it as possible, then kissed it fondly.

This seemed to make mommy happy.

Another shifting around, then I found myself right beside a pink bump that extended from the top of mom's breasts. I didn't know what it was, but I had those as well - though mine didn't popped out that much.

With a confused look, I watched as mom pointed at it. Yet not once did she say a word. I figured it was another one of her games; like she wanted me to guess what I had to do. But this was easy! Obviously she wanted me to do something to that pink thingy. The question was, what...

Taking a bet, I leaned down and planted a kiss. Instantly, I got my answer.

Mom let out this happy sound as her body shuddered. Clearly this was what she wanted. So I continued, causing her to shudder some more. On instinct, I wrapped my arms around the pink bump to balance myself enough to continue kissing. This only made her quiver more, and let out louder, happier noises. Which in turn encouraged me to continue.

As I kissed the swelling surface, something in my the back of my head pushed me to be a bit more forceful. I let that feeling drive me into grinding myself against her soft flesh. As I did, a spike of pleasure engulfed me with all sorts of nice I never knew existed. And so I continued with new vigor.

This was really turning out to be a great game.

In the midst of our fun, my fuzzy mind told me to stick out my tongue and run it along the pink surface. Not sure why I wanted to do it, but I just did. And as I made contact with her skin, I shuddered. Mom tasted amazing! Salty and somewhat tangy. Not the usual taste I would say is delicious, but it was unique and addictive. In fact, as I started I couldn't stop licking.

"Ohhhhh, August." Mom sang happily as her hands pressed against my back.

It was hard to keep in place as she kneaded me into her soft flesh. Almost like she wanted to stop me from playing the game. So with a smile, I turned around and tried wrestling with her fingers.

"No, don't stop," she said hazily. "Keep licking."

I could do nothing as mommy easily turned me over and pinned me onto her flesh. Gently pushing my head against the now hard orb. She always won in wrestling.

"Please, lick." she said. Almost begging.

I didn't understand her words. But clearly she wanted me to continue playing. So I complied by sticking my tongue and running it across her salty skin.

"Yes," she howled. "Lick me up, baby."

"Lick", I whispered to myself. So this is lick.

The more I "licked", the more she sang in pleasure. And the more forceful I got, the more she shuddered and jerked. It was a back and forth came. And it was fun.

"August," she huffed as her fingers wrapped around my body and lifted me up to her face. "I need you."

She looked winded. Like those times when she over exercised. But not entirely tired, more like overly happy that it made her look funny. Whatever the case, I couldn't examine her face long enough before I was swooshed down and dropped onto her warm belly. Left to wonder what fun we would have next.

Before I could tell, she started the next game. My world shook as she lifted her hips, allowing her to slip the pink "thong" off her butt and down her long legs. And as it came off, she flicked it right on top of me.

"Oops," she laughed. "Sorry."

I found myself coated in some thick fluid that leaked from the thing. It was almost felt like the white stuff mom made me put on her feet, only stickier. And the smell was strong, making my head spin, heart pound and knees shake. I had to get out before I collapsed. But as soon as I popped out, mom grabbed me.

My world spun wildly again before her hand pushed me - face first - onto something warm and wet. I was never hugged on such a wet place. The only thing I knew felt like this were mommy's lips, but it wasn't this wet or this stinky. This smelled like the "panties" and "peepee" area of mom. Was I there?

Before long, the large hand on my back started rocking me up and down along the length of the wet surface. All around me I could hear squishes and splurts, and over it all were mom's songs of pleasure. Not sure what new game this was, but mom was enjoying it. And I still had to figure out how to play.

Not knowing what to do, I just stayed limp and let mom have her fun with me. But as my head hit a small swelling pink bump, I was drawn to it. Like the bigger pink orb on her breasts, I just had to lick this one. And so I did.

"Oh! YES!!!" Mom shouted. So this is what I had to play with! With a smile, I joined in on the fun.

As minutes passed, I got better at this. I knew mom liked it when I squeezed and licked the pink button. So I put more effort in my attack, determined to outplay mom. And it seemed to work. She would shout words of encouragement and howl in pleasure. Then she'd pick up the pace, making it more challenging for me.

Feeling like I was about to win, I grabbed onto the pink orb and sunk my teeth down as hard as I could.

"OHHH FUCK!!!"

I felt a collective tensing of ever muscle in her body. And with that, I knew I was besting mom. So my efforts double, I bit down harder, rubbed harder and did everything as intensely possible. But just as I got to the climax of my efforts, mom pushed me down into the splitting folds and let my legs get sucked into the something warm and wet. And as soon as I was chest deep, a strong gash of hot fluid erupted from within and hit me with strength. It forced its way into my mouth and nose as I helplessly struggled to fight against the strong current. Not sure how many bursts there were, but by the last squirt, I was drained.

I did little as mom pulled me out of the hot place and lifted me up to her bright happy face. Her pretty smile brought some strength back into my bone. Enough for me to return a smile.

With that, she draped my over her lips. Kissing and caressing me in a more gentle manner. Like she was congratulating me for playing the game right.

"You did great," she sang while licking the sticky fluid off my skin. "You were amazing."

Her loving eyes examining my freshly cleaned frame. Then zoned right between my legs.

"Oh," she giggled. "At least I know you had fun too."

Her finger softly flicked my peepee stick. And for the first time every, I noticed it was quite swollen... And painful. Not in the sense that it hurt, more like in such an intense pleasurable sensation that it needed to be dealt with. But I didn't know how to.

"Awww, do you want me to take care of that?"

Her finger hovered over my swollen stick, but didn't descend. In desperation, I reached for it and pouted up at mom. Begging her to help me.

"Don't worry, little guy," she said in a slur. "Of course I'll take care of that. Its only right that I return the favor."

I wanted to protest when I saw her hand retreat. But before I could complain, she pressed me against her lips. Taking my stiff stick into her warm puffs. Then slowly started to suck.

"Eeeep," was all I managed to say as a wave of pleasure rocked my core.

I wriggled and twisted. Grabbed and scratched the soft lips in front of me. Kicked and shouted. All while the pleasure grew, spiking out to all the corners of my body. Before long my back arched, and my eyes pulled behind of my head. My stick felt like it was melting. And then...

Total... Utter... Bliss...

"Ahhhhhh," I screamed in total rage of pleasure as I felt myself exploded in fury.

Mom picked up on this and continued her assault on my aching stick. Licking and sucking in such a way that made me loss my mind. And I did.

My body fell limp and my mind got dark. I didn't know what was happening, but I knew I was being lifted somewhere. Mom's pretty smile can be seen at the distance, bright eyes looking down at me with love.

"You did well," she whispered. Planting another kiss on my head.

I was then dropped on something soft. From the smell I assumed it was between mommy's breasts. But I was too worn to check. Instead, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to drift away with the calming rhythm from within mom's warm body. The last thing I remember was feeling something gently laid over me, and one final whisper.

"Goodnight, my little valentine."