This choice: “…take it in turns to show him what we’ve got, so he can make the choice.” • Go Back...Chapter #7More Eligible Than You Wanted to Be by: Azazel-8   “…take it in turns to show him what we’ve got, so he can make the choice. Everyone gets the chance to make their case, so we’ll all be in a relatively even position.” Having hoped that she was about to say that they should actually listen to you, your stomach dropped as she instead decided to subject you to more of this treatment. Gathering yourself, you tried to speak up in protest, but were cut off as Susan spoke up instead, pressing you to her chest harder as she did so. “What!? Why should you get a turn? You’re not even interested in tinies.” Though you couldn’t see it being face-first against the blonde’s chest, Violet rolled her eyes before responding. “That’s for me to decide I believe.”
Just from their harsh breathing, you could tell that the other two, Keeya and Lucia, weren’t happy with the idea either, but before they could voice their objections another one of the bridesmaids stepped forward to intervene. Shifting your head enough to peek out with one eye, you watched the dark-skinned woman step up beside Violet, her full lips pressed into a thin line as she placed a hand on her wide hips. “Don’t make such a fuss ladies. It’s fair, and we’ll all get a chance. Besides, I don’t think of any of y’all want to stand here arguing until Ava gets back and wants her turn, or until Iris gets her shit together and decides that she wants to try for a second tiny.” The last two bridesmaids, a shorter Asian and a tall, freckled blonde also seemed to agree, nodding along in the background.
Though it didn’t stop the grumbling, it seemed majority support was enough to carry the day, and you were given a moment of peace as the seven women all gathered around, momentarily making you wonder if they were about to play rock-paper-scissors or something. “Um, I’m flattered but I think that we-” Too busy staring each other down, it seemed your words were lost as Susan spoke up once more, fingers tightening around you as she took a step back. “Well, I still get to go first! He was given to me!” The others rolled their eyes but didn’t object other than a snide remark that she’d need the advantage from someone you didn’t see, and before you could get the chance to speak up again you found yourself dropped onto the edge of the nearby table, glancing at the decorations you had helped set out before turning to face the blonde with the intent of finally explaining yourself.
Unfortunately, your mouth instantly went dry at the sight that met you. Eyes fixed and intent, Susan had bent down towards your perch to display her cleavage in all of its glory, with one arm supporting the massive orbs while the other traced patterns in the supple flesh. The flirtatious tilt to her mouth and the way she bit her lip told you she had noticed and appreciated your attention, and you gulped in a desperate attempt to rehydrate your throat as she addressed you with a composure she hadn’t displayed earlier. “Hey cutie. You already know how much I love tinies, but you should know that any man lucky enough to date me will have total access to my body. An all access pass as they say. You’ll come with me everywhere, and we’ll do everything together. You won’t have to be lonely ever again. Even when we’re asleep you’ll be there with me, snuggled up all safe and warm and comfy.”
Flattered as you were, you couldn’t help but feel uneasy at the way she worded herself, wondering if any tiny dating this woman would ever get a moment to himself. Any chance to seek clarification was quickly lost however as Susan was suddenly pushed aside with an indignant squawk, whirling around to retaliate as the dreadlocked bridesmaid, Keeya, stepped into her place. The blonde was held back by the others however to prevent another fight, and her attacker ignored her completely as dark hungry eyes focused on you instead. You stumbled back as the curvaceous woman raised a foot and brought it down hard on the table beside you, giving you a perfect view right up her dress and causing you to blush intensely as you realised she was wearing nothing but a thong beneath.
You hurriedly took several steps back, looking up to see the bridesmaid’s smirking face as she flipped her long hair over one shoulder with a confident air. “Did you get a good look little man?” Even if you had been capable of responding, it was clear Keeya had no intention of giving you the chance as she continued. “I know guys like you don’t want some sappy airhead like Sue. You all want a woman who knows how to take charge. Who understands her place and yours.” Her smirk only grew wider as she flashed her teeth at you, placing her foot back down as she placed a hand on her own chest and gave her prominent breasts a tight squeeze. “If you choose me you can expect to get intimate every single night little man, and more besides. You’ll find out just how delightfully dominate I can be. It takes a real man to handle all of this, but I think you’ll agree that I’m well worth the effort.”
A throat being cleared, possibly Violet’s, caused the smirk to slip slightly, though Keeya kept her cool as she flashed her teeth at you once more and stepped aside, leaving you too intimidated to speak as you fought to get your accelerated heart rate under control. A looming shadow had you glance up, but it was too late to move as a smooth hand descended and snatched you up, giving you just a moment to see the grinning face of Lucia before you found yourself pressed against her luscious lips for a long and exceedingly wet kiss. The Latina girl moaned slightly as she made out with your face, leaving you wet and gasping when she finally pulled back and placed you back down in a dizzy mess. Not done yet, she winked at you flirtatiously as she turned to present her prominent rear, running a hand over its mass. “You can expect a lot more of that if you choose me baby. And you’ll find that my mouth isn’t the only hole you’ll be visiting.” She giggled, sauntering away with a confident gait.
Trying with only limited success to wipe the residue of Lucia’s lipstick from your face, you looked up fearfully as another shadow loomed, though relaxed a little as you were met with the kind smile of the dark-skinned woman who had backed up Violet’s plan. “Hello little one. I’m Michelle. Sorry to disappoint you but I already have a tiny husband who I love with all my heart so I can’t promise you much in the way of romance.” You sighed at that, hopeful that this one might actually help you out, though she continued before you could voice such thoughts. “However, if you’re like so many other tinies and just want to be useful to a willing woman, I’m sure I could find a hundred uses for you.” The smile on her lips grew as she glanced back at her impressive booty. “My little hubby has dibs on being my special little thong, but I’ve got plenty of other positions available for someone like you.”
Gulping at that revelation, you couldn’t stop your gaze from travelling to Michelle’s shifting rear as she moved back, wondering if her ‘husband’ was in there right now. You lost your train of thought though as the next two bridesmaids approached together, distantly noting that you hadn’t seen them leave each other’s side since they entered the room. The shorter of the two, an Asian girl with her own impressive set of curves, smiled broadly at you. “Sup mini-dude. Name’s Hina.” She pointed her thumb at her companion. “This here is my wife Tuva.” The taller woman waved at you happily though seemed content to leave the speaking to her partner for now. “Like Michelle we’ve already got our own tiny, but he’s my brother-in-law Leo so we’re not intimate with him or stuff like that. It’s just that Tuva had a licence for his use and he became our communal asset when we got married.”
“Oh, um. So you’re not in the market for a tiny then?” You could have smacked yourself for wording it like that, but sometimes your mouth had a mind of its own. Fortunately, these two seemed less keen to jump to the wrong conclusions, with Hina just shrugging rather than looking intrigued. “Not particularly. But maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to get some company for little Leo.” She glanced at her wife, who finally spoke up herself in a thick Scandinavian accent. “Ja. Liten Leo get so lonely at times. Would be good to have friend for him.” The slender beauty’s freckles almost seemed to glow as she smiled down at you. “Min Kärlek and I will be moving back to my land soon. You could come. There much better laws around tinies and their sanna syftet in my home. You be trully free there.”
You weren’t given much opportunity to contemplate what all of that meant as the couple moved back and Violet stepped forward, her face expressing general disinterest as she raised an eyebrow and looked down at you. For a moment you just stared at each other before you realised that she was actually giving you a chance to talk and rushed to cover the gap. “I... well... this wasn’t what I had in mind when I agreed to be entertainment.” The brunette gave a small laugh, and you couldn’t help but notice she was pretty when she smiled, her strong but curvy frame shaking slightly with her subdued mirth. “I suspected as much. This must be a bit overwhelming for you.” You appreciated the recognition, though she followed it up with a shrug that suggested she didn’t care that much. “I’ve never seen the appeal myself to be honest, but with how much my little sis keeps going on about her fiancé I got curious. If you want we could… explore the possibilities. Find out what the fuss is about.”
Without giving you a chance to respond to that specific proposition, the other bridesmaids closed in again, Susan in particular pushing her way to the front and looking very much as if she wanted to reach down and take you. It was clear they were each now waiting for your decision, looks of varying degrees of hope and desire piercing through you as you shifted nervously under all this attention.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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