“What! I didn’t hear!” you shout, pounding on the glass.
The giant lifts the bottle to his face and snorts in amusement “Well…I didn’t know quite what you are when I bought you, I don’t see any reason for you to get a preview of your new owner.”
“You CANT buy a person, own one, or any of that shit!” you yell.
The giant just flicked his wrist, causing a little twitch of the bottle. He smirked down as the doll-sized body bounced about declaring “I’d paddle your little ass for that, but I’ll leave the training to Your. New. Owner! Hahaha.”
“Ouch! Careful there!” you caution, but silence yourself. The effortless way he rattled your prison was disturbing. You stumbled a bit, but the glass walls prevented a fall. Still a bumped head and knee was an unpleasant demonstration of your status. At least the giant was gentle when setting the bottle on the floor of the passenger seat.
Soon enough, the car pulled into a driveway. The giant snagged a shopping bag commenting “Can’t have the birthday surprise ruined by seeing the present too soon, can we?” The swinging motion was frightening, especially being unable to see. “AHH! There we are! Happy birthday13th!”
“Thanks Daddy.” Came the response, nothing in it provided a clue as to gender. But a new teenager had some potential, maybe you could control him or her since you were older.
Impatient and eager voice almost demanded “Wha’d’ya get me? Huh? Wha’d’ya get me? Huh? What? HuhHuh? C’mon! Wazzat in da bag?”
Out of a hole in the bag you could see a hand, you recognized it as the giant’s since those finger spent a lot of time curled around you… it was gripping a comparatively narrow shoulder. “Now now. Calm down. Let’s see, this is rather a unique gift. I’d call it BOTH fun and educational.”
“Oh no!” you could hear a young voice complain. Hair seemed short, must make this a giant boy “This isn’t some stupid computer game is it? You really don’t pick the good ones.”
Daddy laughed heartily “No. it is NOT a computer game. Like I said it’s a toy. Just an educational one. One I’m pretty sure you’ll have fun with it, and you’ll be learning too. Best of both worlds.”
“Yeah sure.” Clearly skeptical, tinged with disappointment.
“I’m quite serious.” Daddy insisted quietly “You know we have problems, now that you’re growing up, talking about certain things.”
The youngster squealed in alarm “DADDY! Come on! You promised!”
“Sex is a fact of life kiddo.” He replied calmly “And I totally understand you not wanting to talk to me about it, since your Mom passed. That’s where this idea came from. With this, you can talk about whatever you want, experiment, do whatever you want and without any fear of embarrassment. And all without dear old Dad around, in COMPLETE safety.”
That whole speech sent a thrill of outright panic through your body. There was only one reason a parent would have difficulty discussing sex with their child. This was a father of a brand-new teenage girl. Just as this alarming thought percolated through your brain a very different hand from what you’d been somewhat used to entered the opened bag and its fingers curled around the bottle.
“OMG It’s a little man!” exclaimed the girl, as soon as her hand was free of the plastic, which fell away discarded. She quickly looked you over, grinning and licking her lips.
You got quite the eyeful as well. She was dirty blonde, shorter than her father. And from what you could see, quite the looker. Though at present the spinning about made it hard to focus on one spot. When the fingers finally settled around the bottle, you were presented with blue eyes bigger than your head and a lightly freckled face. The giant tongue seemed obsessed with lip licking. Lower was, even if you were full-sized, a huge chest. The t-shirt declared YEAH? WHATRE YOU STARING AT?
“Actually, Laurie, when I made my purchase from Living Dolls the description left out gender.” Said Daddy with what could only be described as a wicked grin, rather worrying. He delivered “See I know you really haven’t decided for yourself, so I figured you’d want to. If it’s a girl you could learn all about yourself…hehe…in miniature. And if it’s a boy … well… you could learn about them, without worrying the old man.”
Some of Laurie’s freckles faded as her cheeks reddened, though her eyes only flickered to Daddy. They were mostly roaming up and down her wonderful present. She emitted an ecstatic sigh as her pulse quickened and her vagina began itching. Her fingers were touching all over the bottle, even the bottom and naturally, the cork. She asked plaintively “Can I goto my room?”
“Just a second. I’ve thought of a couple rules for your new toy.” Said Daddy, acting sternly parental “Making sure it’s fed and, just as importantly bathed, is your responsibility. Your room is yours and what happens in it is your business. BUT whenever your toy is outside your room, it’ll be fully dressed. I imagine your Ken & Barbie clothes will fit. And, I’d really hope I don’t hear any …err… noises. Know what I mean?”
You squeaked in protest almost from the first word, but he’d kept on talking over you, but finally “What kind of rules are that? Don’t I get a say? You practically gave her total freedom!” If anything, Giantess Laurie was looking even more eager.
“I never bothered with how she played with her dolls.” Retorted Daddy without a concern, kissing his daughter’s temple, pulling her into a hug “Although one thing, my little sweetie. A Living Doll is just like us, be careful or you might damage it. Even kill it. Okay? It was rather expensive. Now, go play.”
Laurie was again eyeing her new toy with great delight, slowly twirling the bottle in her hands. Looking back, she gave a grateful smile “Thanks so much, Daddy. I love you.”
“What? No!” you screamed. Your objection, instead of benefiting you, only served to encourage the young giantess. The giant had basically confirmed every bit of what you said. And by the time that worry was processed, she’d carried you to her room…never mind the giant eyes still all over your body, “Look…Laurie, right? Let’s talk about this, huh?”
She shrugged in response, still smiling, still gently moving the bottle about in her hands and studying her new toy. She did stop the spinning and her left hand pushed her door shut. Her smile broadened as she clicked the latch “Sure, got ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD, little doll. How about, first... we get you out of there?”
“Err…okay, yeah. Hardly been out most of the past week.” You agreed with some uneasiness. Especially as the giant fingers fiddled their way up the side of your prison. The locking of the door flashed through your scared mind. Then, with hardly any effort, in contrast to your futile attempts, the cork was gone.
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