The Plan


“Oh, one would be fine,” Torri said. Princess smiled and slid one strap off her shoulder and down her arm. Her breasts were perhaps not girlie-mag firm, but neither did they sag too far. At least, she didn’t think they did.

Conrad had certainly appreciated them. She thrust out her chest and pointed the nipple at the girl currently holding her.

“Pretty,” the girls said together. Princess decided she liked them both.

Joni was staring at the sylph, touching her hair, marveling at the softness.

“You should get her a bigger carrier,” Torri said.

“No, I can’t,” Fred said. “Part of her training. You have to keep the sylph in the same carrier for the first year.”

Princess kept a straight face though she was pretty sure Fred was making shit up. But it gave him an excuse to keep her in a small carrier, and it would be cruel to keep her confined, so he had to let her out.

Out to walk around his desk, where everyone could see her, be reminded that he owned a sylph. Also where he could reach over every so often and touch her.

That was The Plan.

Joni looked up, then handed her over to Torri. Fred must have nodded his okay, Princess thought. She found Torri’s hands much more comfortable for some reason.

Torri’s touch was a little more assertive. She stroked the front of Princess’ thighs, carefully caressing the bared breast.

Princess loved the touch. Every giant had fingers bigger than her leg. They had the power to rip her apart, but they chose not to.

And it was entirely their choice. Even if they were passive, little Princess was overwhelmed by the sheer mass of each human that held or touched her.

It made her hot. After being in charge of the family, in charge of the business, facing down angry investors and federal inspectors, she was free, now. She wasn’t responsible for anything but obeying and maybe pitiable displays of resistance.

The teacher finished taking attendance just as the bell rang for First Period. Torri put Princess down by her carrier.

She ran inside and shut all the windows. There was a seatbelt, but she found it more exciting to just hold on to the safety bars as Fred maneuvered through massive hordes of giant teens.

One arm through the padded bar on the side of the chair, she stroked her pussy. She didn’t reach under the panties, not this time. She wasn’t sure how long it would be before he opened the door and… exposed her.

The idea of being caught touching herself was almost enough to push her over the edge.

But all too soon, she felt the soon-to-be-familiar swing as Fred removed the carrier and clipped it to his desk. He opened the door and tapped the desk.

She walked out on shaky legs. She wondered if there was some sort of privacy signal they could use? After all, there was a toilet in there. Maybe there was an ‘in use’ flag or something?

Something to think about later. For now, she wanted to figure out which class this was. She looked around the room and recognized the woman behind the desk.

She’d gone to school with her. “Is that Shelly Thompson?”

“That’s Mrs. Burton,” Fred whispered. “I think her first name is-“

“Michelle,” they both said together.

Mrs. Burton noticed the tiny figure as soon as the bell rang to start the class. “Oh, who is this?” She leaned down to see the tiny face.

“Hi, Shelly!” Princess said.

“Lindsey?”

“It’s Princess,” Fred corrected her.

“Oh…. Well, fancy meeting you here, Princess.” She offered a finger. Princess shook it. The woman suddenly smiled. “I wonder if you can get Fred to read ‘Fear Of Flying’ to you?”

“Ma’am?” Fred asked.



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Index

85. School

87. Overwhelming Force