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A Cure for a Pill
🕑 Added 2025-05-08 02:07:47 +0000 UTCThe music fades into a dull drone, a subtle, muffled procession of noise as notes and lyrics blend with the water swirling down the drain. Leaning towards the mirror and running my fingers through the water pouring through the faucet, Iva’s antics replaying in my mind. The way she moved, her hair floating as she spun in place, the look on her face as her shoulder slipped free of her shirt…
Sighing, I reach out and pluck out a small microfiber cloth. Wetting the material in the running water before drawing it along my face. Tracing the contours of my features, squeezing off my foundation, liner, gloss... all wiped clean. Allowing air to sink into my pores as my heart pounds in my chest.
‘It never gets old…’ I sing internally, forcing myself to slow down. Making my every movement a careful act of will, weaving my body back and forth like a serpent as I dance through my nightly routine. My tasks done, I pick up my phone.
Closing my music app, I grin at Iva’s ever grumpy face. “Might as well close everything, we’re done for the night...” Humming, I put the phone on airplane mode and leave the room.
Crossing the threshold, I let my gaze dart to the pile of laundry on the floor. The little lump in the centre shifting and bobbing under the silks. “I told you to come to the gym with me Baby, maybe you wouldn't be struggling right now.” I croon, leaning into the bedroom and setting my phone on the nightstand. “Well, we can work on that later.”
Smirking, I sway back into the hall. Scanning the pile; I freeze. The tiny lump is gone, a chill creeps down my spine as I begin my search. “Iva! We talked about this. You can’t undo it by your—”
Movement catches my eye, a shock of brown hair bobbing in space above a gangly bolt of pale skin. She’s further down the hall, little bare feet slapping against the massive slabs of wood as she sprints as fast as her tiny legs can carry her.
“—self… Oh honey…” I purr, stooping slightly. Reaching down, I pluck up the still warm panties. Hooking one finger through the waistband, stretching the seat forward with the opposite hand. The elastic stretches, tension causing the floral print to tremble as the garment strains.
Smirking, I let the band go. Black floral material snaps free, sailing forward and billowing in the air before knocking the tiny cutie off her feet. “As much as I love the chase, you’ve really got to stop being so feisty.”
Striding quickly, I find my prize tangled in her own clothes. Drawing near, her tiny voice lilts up, fury and venom blending with exertion. Stooping, I snatch Iva and her undies from the floor. The tiny woman weighs less than a pound, my body tingling with excitement as she settles into the palm of my hand. Gently untangling the pair, I giggle while Iva begins clawing for the material back. Blowing her a kiss, I tense the waistband once more. “Mummy’s little wildcat.” I coo.
“I warned you that being a brat tonight would come back to haunt you.” Her pulse is racing, despite her skin being cool to the touch. Tiny emeralds burning in my direction as a flush touches her cheeks. Smiling I bring her closer, relishing each tiny tremor from her body. “Time for bed sweetie, you—have a long night ahead of you.”
Comments
Smith Joe
Nicole is a bit of a bully lol
SZ
Hehe a little tug of war, who will win? 🤪 Fun caption! Nicole's perspective is always fun to read. Love the renders! Sooo many angles! 🥰
