After the bath, Peach took you to the locker room and placed you in a locker to let you get dressed. But not before using a little magic to give you clothing that felt far nicer than your old clothes. But it was in shades of pink.
“Thanks, Peach,” You said, recalling that you did ask for new clothes.
“You’re welcome, but make sure to put this on,” Peach said, producing a golden crown in your size.
“Eugh, thanks?” You replied in an unsure tone.
“It will protect you by letting you breathe in any water, survive any height, and save you from harmful attacks,” Peach explained.
Knowing how dangerous the Mario games could get, you reluctantly nodded, saying, “I will put it on. I promise.”
Peach nodded before closing the locker door, letting you have some privacy. You put on the crown last, though you quickly regretted it. Once on, it couldn’t be removed, only could be adjusted on your head.
“Ready?” Peach asked.
“Yeah, ready,” You called out. Peach opened the door and let you step on her gloved hand. “So… Dinner?”
Peach smiled, “I will make sure to let the Toads know that I will have a small guest.”
-oOo-
You were surprised and thankful that the castle had a chair, table, and dinnerware in your size. They placed it on the table, near Peach.
Dinner was mostly uneventful, though Peach gave you a smile whenever you looked towards her.
Unknown to you, Peach did ponder about playing a prank, where she would try to eat you.
After desert where she had cake, Peach took you to her bedroom, carrying you in one hand. On the way, you asked, “So… Will I sleep in a dollhouse?”
“I thought about it, but I think it would be better if you stayed with my girls tonight,” Peach answered. “After all, I might be kidnapped. If I am, then I would like to have my prince consort there to either protect me from loneliness or to save me.”
You blushed and looked away.
Once in her room, Peach sat on her bed and held you in both of her hands. You asked, “Peach?”
“Since you’re my consort, I’ll have to educate you, though it won’t be too hard,” Peach answered.
“That sounds… nice, I guess,” You replied, looking away. Then she used her thumbs to force you to look at her. “Peach?”
“Hush. Now is the time for a kiss. Maybe more,” Peach giggled before puckering her lips.
She kissed you several times, each one longer than the last. You swore that the clothes you were wearing groped you.
Eventually, she stopped and said, “Well, time for bed.”
She placed you on an end table. Then she placed some pajamas in your size and some books to serve as a curtain. Peach giggled, “Don’t peek.”
Once you were dressed in pajamas, Peach asked, “I’m done. Are you decent?”
“Yes, you called out. Peach loomed over you with a smile. She was in a silky pink camisole that showed off her cleavage. She put her hand beside you and you got on. After giving you another kiss, she placed you in her cleavage.
She laid in her bed and snuggled up to a pillow. Dreams of you as her prince consort filled her head.
As for you, you were smothered by her big soft boobs and forced to listen to her sleep-talking of her doing all sorts of things with you. First, they were innocent, then they began to get erotic.
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