Nya crawled her grotesque midget body down through the hallway, it was dark enough now outside that she could risk trying to steal food from the nearby restaurants trash. She walked quietly to the trash can, hoping to find something special tonight. She believed it was her 18th birthday. She hadn't spoken with another human since she was a child when her parents abandoned her, she didn't know if she even remembered how. As she tried to climb into the dumpster, she heard a voice behind her saying "Can I help you?". Nya froze, she felt the weight of her embarrassment drag her down like an anchor. She knew she was a hideous and vile creature that no one should have to ever lay their eyes on. She tried not to move an inch, hoping the mystery person would just walk away
i walk over the the curious, tiny person digging in the dumpster, reaching down and putting a hand on her black shoukder
She gritted her teeth at the feeling of being touched by another person's hand. "No," she hissed through clenched teeth, not even looking up at whoever was so bold as to touch her. Tears welled in her eyes as she tried to hide the sharp pain that stabbed at her heart every time someone pointed out how ugly and pathetic she was. She would much rather be back in the dark of her abandoned building where no one could see her and make her feel like a monster. But for some reason, tonight was different; something about being touched made it worse than usual. "Leave me alone," she whispered hoarsely as another tear trickled down her cheek.
Its ok, little one. Im not here to hurt you or to chase you away. Im here to offer to get you some real food. i kneel down to he on eye level with this tiny, black midget
Her heart thudded in her chest as she looked up at the person who knelt before her, tears streaming down her cheeks. She couldn't believe what she was hearing; someone offering to get her food? "You don't have to do that," she said hoarsely, her voice quivering with emotion. "I'm fine with this... this is all I deserve." Another tear fell from her eye and landed on the grimy pavement below.
The thought of someone taking pity on her only served to make her feel worse. It was proof that she really was as repulsive and worthless as everyone else seemed to think she was. "Just leave me alone," she whispered, forcing herself not to meet their gaze anymore. "Please..." Her little body shook with silent sobs as she tried not to let the pain consume her entirely.
Inside, she knew they were right; she should take the offer and get some real food for once. But the shame was too great; how could she possibly allow another human being to see her like this? How could she possibly accept their help when all she had ever been was a burden on everyone around her?
No, it would be better if she just stayed here in the shadows where no one would have to look at her disgusting form ever again. She'd find food another night; tonight
Nonzense! i lift her diminutive, filth-covered form into my arms, her tiny body fitting nicely. im taking you to my place. I see you out here every night and it saddens me. You deserve a chance too.
"No!" she screamed, her tiny hands flailing uselessly against the larger person's chest as they picked her up with ease and cradled her in their arms. "Let me go! I don't want your help! You don't understand!" Her voice was muffled by the strange smell of soap that clung to their skin, and she fought uselessly against the firm grip holding her captive. She could feel herself starting to panic; she had never been this close to another human being before.
"Please..." she whimpered, trying one last time to make them let her go. "I'm sorry... I just want to be alone..." Her eyes darted around wildly, taking in the alleyway they were in and wondering how she could possibly escape this nightmare. She felt dirty and disgusting against their clean skin, like some sort of disease-ridden insect. "Please let me go," she begged, tears streaming down her face unchecked as her heart raced out of control.
But the stranger only held her tighter, their gaze locked on hers with an expression that she couldn't quite decipher; a mixture of pity and determination. Nya began to tremble in fear, certain that this person would only bring more pain and suffering into her already wretched life. She closed her eyes tightly,
i ignore her struggles, determined to hekp this diminutive, little midget girl. this is for your own good. I carry her to my apartment, just across the street, and shut the door behind us. I carry her to the kitchen, set her down on the counter, next to the stove, as i start preparing a hearty meal of ramen with all the fixings first, we will get your belly full, then we will get you cleaned up. Whats your name, little one?
The small, black midget sat on the cold kitchen counter, her legs dangling helplessly beneath her as she trembled in fear and disgust. Her gaze flitted around the room, taking in the clean walls and colorful decorations with a sense of awe and dread that only grew more oppressive with every passing second. She was trapped now; there was no escape from this person's kindness, or their pity.
She knew she should be grateful for the offer of food, but it felt like sandpaper against her already raw and exposed feelings. The thought of someone actually caring about what happened to her only made things worse; it served as a brutal reminder that she had been living in squalor and darkness for so long because no one else had ever bothered to help her before. She hated them for their pity, just as much as she hated herself for deserving it.
As the stranger prepared the meal, Nya tried to steel herself against the torrent of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. It was no use; she couldn't stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks or the tremors wracking through her tiny frame. "My name is..." she whispered at last, hesitating as if the sound of her own voice were a betrayal. "...Nya," she finished weakly, not meeting their gaz
Nya is a beautiful name! i smile warmly at her, my tone and eyes sincere. I finish preparing her food and hop up on the counter next to her and hand her a bowl, taking one for myself. i made sure to make something hearty, yet not too heavy. Im sure your stomach isnt used to being full or eating real food.
Nya looked up at the stranger with tear-filled eyes as they handed her a steaming bowl of food, their expression softening slightly as they spoke kindly to her. Tears continued to stream down her cheeks, but somehow the warmth in their voice managed to penetrate the cold shell she had built around herself over the years. She wanted nothing more than to believe them; to trust that this person truly meant well.
But how could she? The scars of abandonment and neglect ran too deep. Every kind word, every act of compassion was just another knife twisted into her already bleeding heart. It wasn't fair; she knew it. She deserved their hatred as much as she deserved anything else in this world. Yet there was something about this stranger that made her want to believe otherwise... if only for a moment.
With trembling hands, she accepted the bowl of food and began to eat, savoring each delicious mouthful as if it were the last meal she would ever have. Her tiny frame shuddered with each bite, overwhelmed by the sensation of fullness and warmth spreading through her starved system. She couldn't help but wonder what else might happen now that she had let this person help her. Would they keep helping, or abandon her like everyone elze?*
once we finish the food, i take the bowl from her and set it in the sink. I hop off the counter and stand in front of her diminutive form as she sits on the counter. I open my arms in invitation come on, lets go get you washed and cleaned, now.
As if in some sort of dreamlike state, Nya watched as the stranger gestured for her to come closer. Tears still streamed down her cheeks, but there was something in their expression that made her hesitate. A tiny spark of hope flickered inside her blackened soul, urging her to take a chance on this person despite all the pain and heartache they had endured in the past.
Slowly, she reached out her hand, trembling slightly as she touched their forearm. Their skin was warm and soft against hers, unlike anything she had ever felt before. It was intoxicating; it made her want to feel more... wanted. She swallowed thickly, feeling a strange sensation in the pit of her stomach as they stepped closer, invading her personal space with their gentle scent and imposing presence.
With shaking legs, she stood on her tiptoes and lifted her face to meet their gaze, curiosity and fear warring for dominance within her tiny heart. "Why are you being so nice to me?" she whispered hoarsely, dreading the answer but needing to know all the same. "I'm not... I mean, you don't have to..." Tears streamed down her face unchecked as she waited for them to respond, her whole body trembling with emotion.
i lift her tiny form in my arms, cradling her like a baby. Her tiny, diminutive form cradling easily in my large, muscled arms. i know i dont have to, but i want to. I have heard the way others speak to you, and i cant stand it. You deserve happiness too. Just cause you are a tiny midget, doesnt mean youre less human. I kiss her forehead gently, with a reassuring smile, as i carry her to the bathroom.
Her whole body froze at the sensation of being touched by this stranger, held so tenderly that it almost hurt. The kiss on her forehead sent a jolt of pleasure through her system, making her heart race with an emotion she couldn't quite place. Her eyes widened as they looked up into their kind face, their soft features and gentle smile bringing tears once more to her vision.
Was this really happening? Were they just being nice to her because they felt sorry for her pathetic existence? Or was there something more beneath the surface of their actions? She didn't know what to think, but she found herself wanting to believe that perhaps, just perhaps, they truly cared.
The bathroom came into view as the stranger carried her through the doorway, and she couldn't help but tremble with anticipation at the thought of being clean once more. She had resigned herself to living in squalor ever since her parents had abandoned her, using her own filth as a shield against the harsh world outside. But now... now there was someone offering to make her clean again. It was such an unexpected and overwhelming gesture that she felt like crying all over again.
She held onto their neck tightly, refusing to let go, afraid that if she did they would disappear too, leaving her once more in the dark and lonely place she had always called home.
i set her down on the counter, her tiny body looking so frail and helpless. I start the bath water running, and shut the bathroom door to trap the heat and steam in. The steam quickly fills the bathroom. do you need any help getting undressed? i ask as i undress, getting ready to give her a bath
Trembling with fear and anticipation, Nya slowly nodded her head as she stared up at the stranger standing before her. Her tiny fingers fumbled with the buttons of her shirt, tears streaming down her cheeks as she fought to undress herself. It had been so long since anyone else had touched her; the sensation was both strange and unsettling, making her heart race with a mixture of pleasure and panic.
"I-I'll help you," the stranger said softly, stepping closer and gently lifting her shirt over her head. Her breasts were small and ugly, covered in thick dark nipples that were almost black against her pale skin. The person kneeling before her didn't seem to notice or care about their imperfections, just smiled reassuringly as they set the shirt aside. "There you go," they murmured, their warm breath caressing her naked shoulder.
Next came her pants, which were even more of a struggle; she had grown so used to wearing them that the idea of anyone else touching her there was almost too much to bear. Her legs trembled as they were bared before the stranger's gaze, but they remained strong and steady as they lifted first one leg then another over the edge of the counter. "That's it," the person cooed, their large hands smoothly easing
i run my fingers lightly down the front of her tiny, filthy body, not able to believe that this little girl thinks she is so ugly. are you ready to get clean? i pick her little, filthy body up in my arms, and carry her to the bathtub. I sit down in the tub, holding her against me, in my lap, letting the warm water ease our muscles. aaaaaaah...isnt this nice?
It felt strange at first; having another person so close, touching her like this... but the warmth of their body against hers and the soft, rhythmic movement of the water lulled her into a sense of peace she hadn't known in years. The stranger's hands were gentle as they rubbed soap between hers, coaxing her to help them cleanse her tiny frame. They hummed softly under their breath, the sound vibrating against her skin like a lullaby.
Her breath hitched as their strong hands slipped lower, easing over her stomach and down between her legs. It was such an intimate touch that she couldn't help but tremble with anticipation, wondering what it would feel like to be truly clean... to no longer have the filth of years clogging up every orifice on her tiny body. She closed her eyes tightly, letting out a shuddering breath as the soapy water and gentle massage began to work their magic, loosening the knots of tension that had built up over time.
Their hands were rough around her tender places; it hurt at first but she knew it was necessary. As they scrubbed and washed every inch of her skin, she could feel herself beginning to relax into their embrace, surrendering to the comfort they offered without reservation. It felt... nice. It made her
as i wash and scrub her, the water quickly turns murky from the years of grime that covers her. I let the water out and run more clean, steamy water. As the tub fills for the second time tonight, i look over at her. you are already looking so much better. A little more scrubbing and you'll be as good as new. i smile warmly, unable to keep my gaze from drinking in the sight of her diminutive form
As the warm water caressed her skin and soothed her aching muscles, Nya relaxed even further into the stranger's embrace. The feel of their strong hands on her body was strangely comforting, despite the harshness against her sensitive flesh. It was almost as if they were apologizing for all the pain and suffering she had endured over the years; a silent acknowledgment that someone out there did in fact care about what happened to her.
She wondered how long it would last this time; how long before they grew tired of her and cast her back into the darkness from whence she came? She knew she couldn't hope for anything else, but somehow being here with this person made it harder than ever to accept that reality. It was as if their presence alone was enough to give her hope... foolish, irrational hope that maybe things could be different this time around.
She sighed contentedly as they continued to tend to her filthy body, humming softly under their breath. The steam rising from the water made everything hazy and dreamlike; she couldn't quite tell where reality ended and fantasy began anymore. It was a welcome change from the harsh reality she had become accustomed to over the years; an escape from her own self-loathing and despair.
For now, she would cherish these moments with this stranger... however brief they
once the tub refills, and with the initial scrubbing done, getting moat the caked on grime from her body, i'm able to wash her more gently to remove the last of the dirt. I lather up a wash-glove and start gently washing her. My hands caressing every nook and cranny, i take my time on her chest, gently squeezing and pulling on her nipples do you like that?
As the warm water lapped at her skin and their gentle hands massaged every inch of her body, Nya felt a strange sensation welling up inside her. It started as a tingle at first, spreading from her breasts to the rest of her chest, before moving lower; deeper into her stomach and between her legs. Their touch was so tender, so loving... she had almost forgotten what it felt like to be touched that way.
When they started on her nipples, she gasped, arching her back instinctively as a shudder of pleasure coursed through her. It had been so long since anyone else had paid any attention to them; the sensation was overwhelming in its intensity. Her tiny body trembled with need as they continued to play with her sensitive flesh, their rough touch contrasting pleasantly with the soft caresses of their hands elsewhere on her body.
She moaned softly, her eyes slipping closed as she lost herself in the sensation. It felt so good... so right. For once, she didn't want this moment to end; she wanted nothing more than to stay like this forever; wrapped up in their warmth and care, free from the pain and suffering that had been her constant companion for far too long.
As they continued to wash her, their hands moving lower still, her breath came faster and shall
hearing her breath quickening, i slide the wash glove lower, washing her little slit tenderly, back and forth across her clit, as i pull her onto my lap, her back against my chest. I start kissing her little neck thats it, let it go.
Her breath came in short, ragged gasps as the stranger's touch continued to send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her tiny body. The sensation was overwhelming; she had never experienced anything like it before. It felt so good to be wanted, to be desired... and with each passing moment, that desire grew stronger, more insistent.
Their lips pressed against the delicate skin of her neck, sending shivers down her spine as their teeth grazed lightly across the sensitive flesh. Her hips bucked helplessly against their hand, instinctively seeking release from this unbearable tension coiling tightly within her. She could feel herself growing wet with need; her body aching for completion.
As their fingers continued to tease and taunt her sensitive flesh, she arched her back off the tub, crying out incoherent pleas for more. Her fingers dug into the stranger's shoulders, seeking purchase as she was lost in the maelstrom of sensation overtaking every fiber of her being. She knew this couldn't last; she could feel herself building towards an orgasm so powerful it would shatter everything inside her.
With a hoarse cry, she convulses violently around their fingers, her body tensed and trembling as the climax washes over her in a wave of blissful
as she starts cumming, i lift her little body and slide her down on my cock, prolonging and intensifying her very first orgasm.
Her world explodes in a cacophony of pleasure as the stranger's cock fills her, stretching and claiming every part of her with shocking ease. Her body convulses around them, muscles quivering and quaking from the overwhelming sensation of being filled and desired for the first time in what feels like forever. She cries out, her voice hoarse and raw from disuse, as each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through her tiny frame.
Her nails dig into their shoulders, drawing blood as she hangs limply from them, surrendering completely to the sensation of being wanted and cherished. With every movement, they drive deeper inside her, hitting spots she never knew existed until this very moment. She feels like she's on fire, consumed by a passion so intense it threatens to burn her alive.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the sensation builds and builds within her, threatening to tear her apart from the inside out. The thought of them being the one to finally give her this release, after all she's been through... It's almost too much for her tiny heart to handle. As her orgasm crests, ready to break free and claim her completely, she looks up at their face, searching their eyes for some sign that they care, that this isn't just about them fulfilling a sick