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."