Vampire was the first to make it back to her room, setting the little shoebox on her bed with the tinies inside hearing the muffled paired echoes of her shoes move away from them as she locks her door to ensure no-one came in. The box tips and tumbles as the shipgirl clambers onto her bed, quiet clicks from outside before the lid of the shoebox is lifted and Vampire turns the box over to empty out her collection of small workers onto her bed. Six tiny clones tumble out to be given their first look upon their captor. She sat with her legs partly folded in front of her, feet either side of the box they had fallen out of, giving them all the clearest of views along her bare legs and thighs to the lacy black panties she wore, her short-frilled skirt doing little to stop them. Vampire giggles softly, knocking aside the box and reminding them that they should surely know better than to look upon a lady's most intimate parts. She tuts and shakes her head, naming them all perverts as she uses her feet to scrunch the six clones together and gently smother them against her bed. Everything about Vampire was small and petite and her feet were no exception. The chests and heads of her little playthings were just about able to be covered by her feet which were still warm and slightly damp from half day spent inside her unusual shoes. There was no musky scent to them though, even after just having been removed from a pair of shoes, instead being faintly scented with some sort of perfume. She affirms the perfumed smell after a few moments, asking the group with a playful lilt in her voice whether or not they liked the moisturizer she uses on herself. Three of the six respond quickly with a nod and she smiles, leaning forwards to pick up the three between her dainty fingers and drop them between her legs closer to herself, tumbling back against her panties. No amount of perfume could hide the unmistakably strong smell of sex wafting through her panties though in her excitement.

Vampire collects the other three tinies and places them back in the box for later, pondering briefly on the matter of a new box for her collection of little perverts but pushes the thought aside for the moment. She scoots forward, completely smothering the clones that were just in front of her beneath her musky sex and her petite ass as she slides off her bed to put the box away. A quiet gasp escapes her as something slaps against her inner thigh when she stands up, looking down to find that in that brief second, one of the clones had wedged his arm into her panties in his attempts to push back against the sudden smothering and had been pulled along. "Thou enjoys mine panties so~?", she asks, gently pinching the tiny to pull him free. She sets the box down in the corner of her wardrobe then uses her now free hand to tug the rim of her panties and drop the small naked clone into them and uses her middle finger to push the clone down against her heated nethers. "You mustn't move at all from there", she commands, letting go of her panties with a soft whoosh of air as they slap back against her pale skin. Vampire shivers with pleasure, biting her lip to stop herself making any noise as the tiny clone squirms in her panties then settles down. The feeling of something living down there made her heart race and as her heart pounded in her chest, each beat allowed her to feel the clone ever so slightly more acutely, a constant reminder of his presence. His presence... that she would allow such a lowly thing to be so close to her. Meanwhile, for the tiny worker clone, all of the pleasant fragrances about Vampire so far were replaced by the nigh-overpowering musk of her womanly body. The heat was almost more soothing than it was uncomfortable, with cool air flowing past him as Vampire moved around. The juices leaking from her covered him quickly but the warmth made it a pleasant feeling as her movements began to jostle him around, aided by the slick coating of her own pre-cum.

For a split second, his world moved at dizzying speed, the shipgirl that held him kneeling down to pick up a change in footwear for herself along with some accompanying stockings, moving at extreme speed for a second time as she stood back up and walked over to her bed. Instead of her normal combination shoes, Vampire had brought out a pair of tall mary jane heels of glimmering silver. Inside, a padded matte black insole that showed some signs of wear with subtle toe prints and patches darkened by sweat in the shape of Vampire's petite feet. The toebox also seemed smaller on the inside than the outside would imply, thanks to a hidden inch-thick platform, reducing the perceived height of Vampire's heels from five inches to four, retaining all the visual trickery of long legs that such a tall pair afforded her whilst making them comfortable enough to wear for hours at a time, such were the tools of the taunting and alluring trade of mischief that Vampire plied. She additionally brought with her a pair of thick black nylons of a high denier and a reinforced toe and heel. She brought the nylons before her two remaining clones on the bed and opened the leg hole of both, challenging her two tinies to the rest of the day under her to determine if they were as tough as were advertised. For Vampire, it was merely a ploy to have them under her feet, one that she wondered they must surely be able to see through as the third pervert in her panties was keeping her face perpetually flushed. It was nonetheless a challenge both tinies accepted and they each disappeared into one of the nylons, a small bulge shuffling through the stockings to the very end. It would be the last the tinies would see of the light for a long while as she gathered up the stockings one at a time, bundled them up on her thumbs until she could see the tiny inside and smiling at them before her lightly perfumed foot completely covered them, their heads trapped under the arches of her toes, their chest under the ball of her foot and their legs rather safely tucked into the high arches of her feet. Her heart was racing again as she connected the suspender clasps of her garter belt to her stockings and then set about putting her silver heels on. Undoing the mary jane strap, she carefully and slowly pulled each shoe on, nervous of accidentally crushing her perverts. That she was concerned at all for them made part of her mind kick up a fuss that they were lowborn nothingness, just as easily replaced as they are disposed of. Her shoes were a noticeably tighter and poorer fit with the clones trapped underfoot, requiring just a little bit of force to inch her feet into place and ease her heel down into the heel cup. She scrunched and flexed her toes, adjusting her shoes until she finally had the clones in a comfortable position and did up the straps for her shoes. It was now the moment of truth as she shifted her legs over the side of the bed, heel tip touching the floor then followed by the worn black soles touching the floor gently. She closed her eyes and winced as she stood up, fully expecting to feel the tinies be reduced to a messy bloodstain for her to try and clean out, but she felt no such thing. Experimentally, she walked slowly around her room, then paused to prop herself up with her bed, for her legs were threatening to buckle at how having the clones trapped under her was playing with her head and with her feminine parts. For the clone trapped in her panties, Vampire's musk did indeed grow to the point of being all-encompassing as did the flow of her juices make him completely slick against her. For the clones buried in her shoes, Vampire was shockingly light, for a towering shipgirl many times their size, anyway. They could only draw shallow breath as she stood on them, briefly reduced to no breath at all as she walked and her weight was only on one leg, but it was enough. The fragrant scents intensified as her feet warmed up in her shoes but remained pleasant.

It took several minutes for Vampire to calm down enough as to recompose herself and then eventually resume her day. Her perverts would be trapped against her for hours until night fell upon the port, teasing and tempting the port commander himself whenever she saw him though she spent much of the day coming and going from New Jersey's pen to taunt the workers there instead. Even as her displays and whispered nothings in their ear became less playful and more unrepentant lust as her tinies drove her crazy, the crew held themselves back and entertained her through the day. When she finally returned back to her room with no-one left to prey on, Vampire took to locking her door and laying herself out on her bed. One of her hands moved almost automatically between her legs, a soft airless and silent moan leaving her as she disturbed the tiny she had kept there and moved him ever so slightly against herself. For the next while, she was an animal driven by need, using a couple fingers to push her tiny's legs into her lips and then his chest before getting her hand under her panties to push him all the way in. She amused herself with what the little pervert must be thinking as she plunged him into herself. Vampire found the tiny to be a near perfect fit for her small body, as she grasped his chest between her first and second finger and used him as her toy. After half a day of having him rub against her slit, it didn't take particularly long at all for her to achieve release. She continued to thrust her tiny clone into her pussy as her orgasm hit, losing herself so completely that she didn't realize how forceful she was being. One such thrust saw the clone's feet be jammed into her cervix in a moment between the spasms of her body, holding onto him and making her lose her loose grip on him. Not realizing she was fingering herself without her impromptu toy, she slammed her fingers into the clone and shoved him hip deep into her cervix, at which point the muscle spasms took over and her body laid claim to the tiny worker, sucking him in until he passed from her tunnel to be deposited wholly in her womb. Her tiny had been in something of a trance for the day against her lips with the last few minutes being the only hectic disruption. But as it all came to an end rather suddenly with Vampire riding out her orgasm and laying back on her bed. A minute or two later, Vampire sits up in a panic as he goes to retrieve the tiny and offer him thanks but instead be unable to find him. Gravity shifts her insides with the change in orientation and as she stops her immediate search, she finds her clone. In the numb depths of her body, she could feel an unusual lump of pressure that moved inside her. She pressed a hand to her belly, taking a moment for all the pieces to fall into place in her head and for her face to flush heavily with the realization of what she had done. It was enough to set her loins on fire once more feeling him inside herself. She didn't know how she would get him out, but she knew he wouldn't be going anywhere and so she laid back on her bed, her hand resting on her belly to feel the tiny inside her filling her womb. The clone soon also settled down, comforted by the warmth, the steady rhythm of her heart and the soft pliant flesh all around him. He laid down and soon enough settled back into a zen-like trance of relaxation as the shipgirl all around him also drifted off to sleep. Vampire had completely forgotten about the tinies trapped in her silver heels, but without her weight on them, it wasn't so bad to be trapped against her warm moisturized feet and the padded insole of her shoes.

Vampire's body wasn't done with the tiny inside her, laying a more permanent claim to him over the course of the night as he lay still inside her. If anyone had walked in on Vampire in the night, if not for her locked door, they would've found her belly to be glowing a soft red as it worked on the tiny. Being so still, he began to sink into an indentation in the walls of Vampire's womb of his own making, a process her body continued as he sunk deep enough that the soft walls began to knit shut all around him. It happened slowly and over the course of hours, starting at the extremities of his hands and around his ankles and spreading up his arms and legs, sealing him in a welcoming bed of flesh. As parts of his body was encompassed, it was then slowly incorporated into the shipgirl, the boundary between his body and hers blurring until it no longer existed and that piece of him was simply part of her instead. It might have been cause for concern as his head was enclosed but by then, he was so lost in the blissful obliteration of his body that he didn't notice. His consciousness melted away as the last parts of him, his chest and his hardened member, were covered up and consumed, integrated into the petite shipgirl. By the time morning come, the soft glow of her belly had faded and should anyone have tried to somehow pry so deep into Vampire and press against the spot he laid in, they would find nothing but the welcoming folds of her womb, the clone's mind cast into oblivion and his body forever a little part of Vampire. The shipgirl panicked again when she woke and was unable to press against her belly and reaffirm his presence inside her, but having a tiny nestled in there filled her with feelings she had never felt before. Her mind remained conflicted on using another tiny in such a fashion as she finally released the other two tinies from their prison. She did, however, settle on a better box to keep her perverts in, repurposing an ornate jewelry box and putting some cotton padding inside for her clones to stay in. The idea of pushing another tiny into her womb fell to the back of her mind as she tended to and looked after her remaining clones, unable to piece together the fact that her shipgirl body had simply consumed her clone in the familiar manner of upgrading and improving her abilities as a shipgirl. Not that the clone actually did any such thing, not being a shipgirl himself or possessing one of their wisdom cubes, but her body processed him all the same.