"Hope you're ready to head to Coppersmith Farms!" Mari concluded, with a bright smile. "God, it's been years since I've last seen Cherry, this'll be so much fun. And thanks for keeping me company, hot stuff!"
Your eyes widened slightly, your recollection of the day's plans returning to you.
After years of minimal contact, Mari had recently received a letter in the mail from her old friend and Oasis co-worker, Cherry Coppersmith. Cherry had left The Oasis years back (right around the time Janet and Mya handed it over to Selena and Viola), as her mom and aunt were both getting a little bit weaker and sicker with age and needed more help. Coppersmith Farms was a semi-famous farm known for their delicious apples, located about an hour out of Oakland. And, apparently, it had blossomed even more under Cherry's care in the intervening years, as now Coppersmith branded produce was everywhere at local grocery stores, and you sometimes caught glimpses of ads on television for the farm itself.
It was an exciting prospect to visit a famous farm like that, and Cherry had promised to give your wife (and you, though you were tagging along as a plus-one) the grand tour. However, the fact that it was Cherry who you'd be spending so much time with was...cause for minor concern.
Cherry, bless her heart, was an energetic, enthusiastic, and bubbly girl with a perpetual smile on her face and a skip in her step. Sort of like Ashley, though admittedly Cherry had her head screwed on a bit tighter than your delightfully ditz friend. However, like Ashley, Cherry could be prone to being unobservant, careless, and clumsy, and when flustered would get even more so. She had a tendency to get carried away sometimes, her excitability compelling her forward even when logic should've held her at bay. She was also almost unfathomably gullible, willing to believe basically anything anyone told her without thinking it through herself.
This came into conflict sometimes with the girl's purported attitude towards tinies. On paper, Cherry fashioned herself an advocate for tinies and even a protector of them, having spent long portions of her life dedicated to helping her three younger affected siblings (two tiny brothers and a tiny sister) from a more CTC-minded mom and aunt. Cherry didn't always excel at that thanks to her clumsy and scatterbrained tendencies, but she tried...at least unless she was being manipulated or misled by someone like Hanna or Nina (two other tiny-hating sadists at The Oasis). You'd interacted with Cherry a few times, and she could be a bit of a menace, albeit a blissfully naïve one.
Except...more than once...you could've sworn you saw a certain look in her eye. A look that promised that she actually did want to treat tinies more like playthings, and the only thing holding her back was her easily-swayed moral code.
Still, Cherry had been in her earlier twenties back then, and would now be about forty-two. Surely she'd grown and matured, especially with the added responsibility of leading Coppersmith Farms. You could already imagine greeting her at the farms and basking in just how radically changed she was as a woman, as well as meeting her three affected siblings and learning about all the hard work they poured into helping their big sis run the farm each and every day.
Smiling, you winked at Mari. "Sounds like a blast! Let's hit the road!"
Mari picked you up, lightly kissed you, and then nestled you deeply into her cleavage. You eagerly submerged yourself in her warm, smooth breasts, letting her heavenly soft flesh envelop you, though you made sure to keep your head free to still see and talk. Mari then gathered up her bag and left the room, heading downstairs and leaving the house, shouting a goodbye to your daughters as she did so. Her phrasing of the goodbye didn't exactly point out that you were going with her, but surely your daughters would get the picture. And besides, it wasn't as if Mari was about to return from Coppersmith Farms without you, right?
An hour later, and Mari and you (riding on her shoulder) exited the car and strolled down the gravel road in the direction of the front lawn of the farm house. While she walked, you took in your surroundings.
You hadn't been prepared for just how massive Coppersmith Farms was. Cherry's farm house itself was a modest two-story house, but the lawn around it was sprawling and filled with thousands of different flowers. Stretching out behind and to the left of the farm house were the massive fields of produce. The iconic Coppersmith apples were there, but also trees and bushels of just about every other major fruit and vegetable too. Then, to the right of the farm house was the hughmongus barn and even more fields, these ones filled with farm animals of all shapes and sizes. As a tiny, animals gave you a bit of an ick, but it was still somewhat majestic to see horses running through a field and cows grazing in the pasture.
You then turned your attention forward, and watched as Cherry rushed out of the farm house, huge smile and arms spread wide. Even at forty-two, Cherry looked practically how you remembered her, save a few areas she'd visibly grown.
She'd grown another inch or two, now appearing to be only a hair shy of your wife's height, and she still dyed her naturally-brunette hair bright red and kept it in a messy ponytail. She still had her deeply-suntanned and almost golden skin, flawlessly soft and smooth (even if splattered in some bits of dirt and mud in places), and still covered in adorable freckles. Her sparkling blue eyes hadn't lost even a bit of their cheerfulness and exuberance, nor had her brilliantly blinding smile, or plush heart-shaped lips.
It was her figure that had changed a bit, and you couldn't help your jaw lowering slightly at the sight. Cherry, who had already been a bit of an immense girl, had packed on another twenty or so pounds in the last while, and speaking from a purely analytical point of view, it had all gone to the right places. Her already stacked chest was two cup sizes bigger, her cutely pudgy tummy protruding a bit more, her thunder thighs had expanded, and above all, her previous hughmongus booty was now even more pronounced, reaching the upper echelons of other astronomically booty-blessed women you knew. She was gorgeous.
Her outfit was doing her favors too, for sure. She had on tight overall shorts with a ripped hem at the bottom, leaving the majority of her tanned legs bare and even a bit of her butt cheeks in the back. For a top, she merely had on a red checkered front-tie top that barely contained her heavy breasts, especially with her overalls pushing up against her boobs from underneath. Her entire body practically jiggled as she ran towards Mari, and had you been a younger and non-married man you might've found it hard not to stare. As it was, you instead averted your gaze with a blush of second-hand embarrassment.
Of course, in doing so, you ended up being caught completely by surprise as Cherry's farm-calloused hand crushed you flat to Mari's shoulder as the girl wrapped herself around your wife in a tight hug. You groaned for the whole thirty seconds that the hug lasted, slowly reinflating after Cherry finally pulled back.
"Golly, Mari!" Cherry beamed. "It's been so long! This is awesome, thanks for coming!"
"Are you kidding?" Mari smiled. "I'm the one who should be thanking you. Your farm is incredible, I can't wait for the grand tour."
Cherry blushed under your wife's praise. "Aw, shucks. It's just a little 'ol farm. But yeah, I'm pretty proud of it." She giggled. "Mom and my aunt have helped behind the scenes a bit, but they've mostly retired to a nursing home thanks to needing more care than I have time to provide. So, this whole thing is mostly my baby. Well, me and my siblings' baby, of course. Couldn't do this without their help each and every day!"
You finished reforming and spoke up. "And where are your siblings? Also, hey, Cherry. Been a while."
Cherry let out a little gasp as her eyes locked onto you. "Whoa there, little guy! Didn't even see you!" She crinkled her nose as she smiled at you. "Aren't you cute? Mari, is this a volunteer you've brought me?"
Mari frowned. "Oh, uh, no. No, this is Matt, remember? My husband?"
Cherry's brow furrowed, the full-figured woman clearly trying to recall you. It stung, just a little bit, that she didn't remember you, but you'd really only known her for around a year or two practically two decades ago, so it wasn't too surprising. Finally, Cherry's eyebrows snapped up as she clapped her hands together.
"Oh, shoot! I totally do remember! I couldn't make the wedding because I was at the hospital with my aunt!" Cherry beamed at you. "It has been a while, huh, Mark?"
You let out a long-suffering sigh. "It's Matt."
"Right, oops!" Cherry snorted a laugh. "Selena's little nickname for you stuck in my brain, I guess! Anyway, nice to see you." Her eyes grew a playful glint. "Say, Matt, what's your favorite form? I'm always looking for inspiration."
"F-Form?" You asked, totally confused.
Cherry slapped her forehead. "Whoops, why am I asking you, cutie?" She turned her gaze to your wife. "What's your favorite form for him, Mari? I gotta say, I'm really curious. Much as I love this farm, all this hard work has kept me single, so it isn't often I get to really go all out with a tiny partner." She blushed, and lightly sucked on her lower lip. "Even though I love to..."
Mari blinked. "Um...I'm not sure I catch your meaning, Cherry."
Cherry giggled. "What form, Mari? Like, how do you best like to use Matt? What objects and clothing forms are best suited to him? All tinies are different, and it can take some testing to learn what forms they're best suited for."
Mari's cheeks flared. "M-Matt and I...don't do that sort of roleplay...t-too much. I really couldn't say."
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