Tiny Tim by Marie (msaintclaire@excite.com)

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Young Timmy meets two beautiful girls. Is it too good to be true? Of course it is! A story of utter humiliation. (FFdom/M-teens, nc, ws, size, huml)

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PART I

He was staring again. I pretended I didn't notice. I could only imagine the thoughts running through his head. I knew he was infatuated with me and I almost felt sorry for him.

His name was Tim. He was a sophomore at my school, I was a senior. I first noticed him in the lunch room while standing in line. I caught him staring at my boobs but I acted nonchalantly about it. I would never forget though. I thought it quite funny that someone like him thought he might actually have any chance with me. He could only fantasize, deep down he knew I was out of his league.

Tim was still a scrawny little boy who looked funny walking down the hallway amongst other men. I wondered how he felt when he had to change for gym class with all the other guys that were bigger and more developed. Tim was about 5'8, had blonde hair, and possessed a certain innocence. It was this innocence that made me want to do what I was going to do to him.

I knew I could get away with it and I couldn't wait. We had the same study hall together and I decided I'd start my plan there. You might think I'm devious or cruel? maybe I am. But I knew I was better than Tim? and I feel that pathetic little scum like him should be subservient to such prominent people like me. It's their role in life.

I was blessed with beauty and ingenuity and, not to put a finer point on it, Tim wasn't. I felt it was time that he learned that his purpose in life, at least as far as I'm concerned, is to serve. I see no future for him otherwise.

I was with my friend Denise when I entered study hall. And I saw him. He sat in his usual spot in the corner reading.

"Denise, play along with me. See Tim over there?"

"You mean the one that likes you?"

"Yeah, lets walk over to the table next to him and just follow my lead."

"OK."

We sat down at the adjacent table well within ear shot. I noticed him glance up from his book. He looked nervous and shifted in his chair. It was time to start.

"So Denise, how's your boyfriend?" I began loudly enough for Tim to hear.

"He's great, I was over his house last night."

"Did you guys watch 'Friends' last night?"

"Well the TV was on, but we didn't watch if you get my drift."

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Tim's ears perk up. He was already falling into my trap.

"I need to get myself a boyfriend." I continued.

"So why don't you?" Denise replied.

"I don't know. No one has asked me," I said, "Maybe I'm not pretty enough." I almost laughed while I said this. The truth is that almost every guy wanted to go out with me. I am among the prettiest girls in my school and actually have a job modeling for advertisement magazines.

"Of course you're pretty enough!" Denise said not knowing exactly what I had in mind.

"Do you like my hair?" I had black straight hair that fell half way down my back. I liked it because it always looks so clean and never static.

"I wish I had hair like yours!" Denise said in shock.

I looked out of the corner of my eye to see Tim pretending to read, but I knew he was listening to every word I was saying.

"Well, if you like how I look, why hasn't anyone asked me out yet?" Denise knew I was always being asked out but continued to play along.

"I don't know," she replied.

"Maybe I need a guys opinion." Denise started to understand what I was getting at and she knew what to do.

"Why don't you ask him?"

I turned around and looked at Tim. "Who? Tim?"

"Why not?"

He lowered his book and looked at me. "Ahh ahh... did you need something?" He asked trying not to give away that he was eavesdropping.

"Yeah, I need your opinion. It's Timmy right? My name's Jennifer."

"No." He stuttered.

"No my name is not Jennifer?" I asked confused.

"I mean it's Tim? just Tim, and I ahh, know who you are? I mean everyone knows who you are."

"Everyone knows who I am?"

"Well yeah, I mean you're pretty popular."

"Why do you think that Tim?" I edged him on.

"I da don't know. I?"

"Do you have a stuttering problem Tim?" I interrupted.

"Na! Na! Ahh NO!" he finally said boldly.

"Are you nervous?"

"No, I just didn't expect you to be talking to me."

"Why's that?" I asked

"Well, you never have before."

"Well I didn't know you before. Now I do. You're Timmy? I mean Tim."

"And you're Jennifer." He said half smiling, hoping he had somehow made a joke. I faked a laugh. How pathetic I thought to myself.

"This is my friend Denise. Denise this is Timmy? I mean Tim? Can I just call you Timmy? You look like a Timmy."

"Well, I prefer Tim, I used to be called Timmy when I was a kid."

"Timmy? you are a kid." I replied.

"Well I mean my Mom called me that when I was younger."

"Well you look like a Timmy to me! When I think of a Tim, I think of a man. You're just a little boy" I paused to see his reaction. Denise simply said "Yeah, you look like a Timmy."

Timmy's face turned bright red with embarrassment. He didn't know what to say.

After a moment of silence that seemed to last an eternity, I edged on. "We were just talking and I need a male opinion. Do you mind if I ask you some questions Timmy?"

"I guess not." He said surprised we would ask him anything.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" I said bluntly.

"What?" He said in shock.

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Yeah." He said weakly and in wonderment.

"I want to know if you think I'm really pretty?"

"I don't understand." He said dumbfounded.

"It's not a trick question. Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you (just humiliate you I thought to myself) I just want your opinion on a couple of things. Just answer honestly. I want to know what you think. OK?"

"All right."

"Do you think I'm really pretty, honestly?"

"I think you're gorgeous," he blurted out. His face turned redder than ever.

"Why thank you Timmy. See, that wasn't so bad."

He felt a little more comfortable after me saying that. "Do you think I'm sexy?" was my next question. I watched his eyes closely. They fell to my chest. I had on a loose silk blouse that was unbuttoned enough to see the top of my cleavage. They moved up and down slowly as I breathed. When he focused on them he darted his eyes back up to meet mine.

"Yes." He said.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I think you are."

"Yes you think I'm what?" I said back edging him on.

"I think you're sexy!" He almost shouted. A few girls sitting a couple of tables over heard him and started giggling.

I looked at Denise. She was ready to join in.

"I like her tits." she said. I almost lost it. I thought I was about to burst out laughing. But I kept up the act.

"You wa what?" He said puzzled.

"I wish I had tits like hers. Mine are small, but hers, hers are perfect. I mean, look at them. What size do you think she is?"

Timmy was now a shade of purple. He looked at me as if he needed my approval to reply.

"Do you think you can guess my size Timmy?" I said.

He looked at my eyes and I watch his as they slowly moved down and focused on my mounds. "Here, let me help you. This blouse is a little loose." With that, I pulled the sides of my blouse back, tightening the front so the fabric stretched across my bosom. I stretched back so my tits would extend out as far as they could. And I sat there in front of him. His eyes almost popping out, I think he came right there in his pants. "So what bra size do you think I wear," I said, "when I wear a bra." I added.

"I don't really know much about bra sizes."

"You don't," I asked, "haven't you ever tried on one of your sisters or mothers before?" I asked with a smirk.

"No." He said, but somehow I didn't believe him. He wanted to move on and so he answered. "I guess you're probably a 34C."

"Wow, I'm impressed. That's pretty close. Actually, I'm a 36C."

I had to seem a little positive, or I might lose him.

But he was pretty mesmerized by me already. I had him trapped. His little boy brain wouldn't allow him to stop answering our questions. This was probably the longest time a beautiful woman ever spent talking to him. I decided to go further.

I cupped the bottoms of my tits and pushed them up so that most of my cleavage showed through the top of my shirt and I bent over slightly. "Do you like my tits?" I asked. Timmy's jaw dropped, and I could swear I saw some drool drip down the side of his lip. "Yes, they're very nice." "Do you think their firm enough?"

"Why are you asking me this?" He looked questionably. "I told you. I want a male opinion. If you want I could ask someone else."

"NO!" He almost shouted. "I'm sorry. I just thought it was a little personal? I mean?" I interrupted him. "Look Timmy, I'm female and I have boobs. There's no hiding that. You know that every guy looks at girls boobs and I just wanted to know if they liked what they saw. If you don't think you can be man enough to answer my questions I'll just ask someone else. God, your acting like such a wimp. I just thought you might be able to help me."

"I'm sorry. I'm just not used to being asked questions like these. I'll help you."

How funny, I thought to myself. This little boy in front of me would probably do anything for me if it meant that I thought he was more of a man and less of a wimp. I had already manipulated his mind. Denise looked at me in disbelief. She couldn't believe how naive he was. He believed our sincerity. And the one thing he feared was for me to think he wasn't man enough to help.

"So your willing to help me?" I asked in reassurance. "Yes. I'll help you. If you really want me to" "Yes, I do" Turning to Denise, I continued, "Where was I again?"

"I believe you asked him if he thought you had firm tits." Denise replied.

"Oh yea, that's right. So Timmy, what do ya think?"

"They look firm." He managed to answer.

"How can you tell, you never touched them before." "I don't know, I can just tell. I guess, I don't know, it's embarrassing to say..."

"Just say it!" I interrupted him once more.

"Well I can tell because they're so round and they don't seem to sag." His face was now deep purple. I thought he was going to explode.

"Thank you Timmy. I glad you think I have nice boobs. I hope all the guys think the same way." He looked relieved to know he did something right. "I think you have a cute face." I lied.

"You do? Thanks."

"It's cute in a little boyish sort of way." He didn't know if I was making fun of him or complimenting him. Denise just laughed.

"What do you like best about me Timmy?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, do you like my hair, face, boobs, legs. What's your favorite thing about me."

"I guess your butt. I like your butt best. I turned to Denise and she smiled back. "Did you hear that Denise?"

"Yeah, he likes your ass."

I looked at Timmy. He couldn't understand if he did anything wrong.

"How do you know if you like my ass if I've been sitting down the whole time? Unless, of course, you've checked me out in the past. Have you checked out my ass before?" "I... I guess so. I hope you're not mad."

He was so sad. I just wanted to crush him. Soon? "No, why should I be mad. I'm flattered." His eyes lit up and he felt confident once more. "So you like my ass. What do like about it. Do I wiggle it somehow while I walk or something?" "No, I just... I just like butts. And yours, well, it just looks nice."

"Maybe he's a fag." Denise blurted out.

Timmy quickly turned to her and wined, "No I'm not!"

"You only think of girls then." I said.

"Yes." He said defensively

"So you've been with only girls before?" I couldn't wait to hear his response to this one. I knew he must be a virgin. "I dated a girl named Kim for a few months."

"Yeah, but did you guys fuck?" Denise retorted.

Timmy sat in silence. I thought he might start to cry.

"It's OK, Timmy. I don't think you're a fag." This seemed to bring his spirits back a little. "Did you sleep with Kim though?"

"Well, we fooled around some but no, I never slept with her."

"Who have you slept with?"

"That's none of your business." he replied. I must admit, I was shocked at his response. But I knew I could lie on the guilt trip. And I did.

"None of my business! I just told you my bra size! I let you look down my shirt! You can't even tell me who you've been with before! I thought we were having a good conversation. I was just beginning to like you. If you can't talk like a big boy, maybe you shouldn't be in high school. Let's go Denise."

"Wait!" He shouted. "I'm sorry, I'm just not used to this. I didn't know people talked like this."

"What do you think people talk about in study hall... Homework?"

"It's just... It's just... I've never, you know, done it with anyone before.?

"You mean you're a virgin?" Denise replied.

"Wow, I'm sorry." I said. He looked so pathetic sitting there telling us everything, not even knowing how I truly felt. Not even knowing how far I planned on going. He was mine. He would be my toy. My play thing. My amusement. So gullible. So vulnerable. I couldn't wait to crush him. He was putty in my hands. I wondered how far I could go here in study hall. I decided I'd find out.

"I didn't realize there were still virgins left in this school." Denise replied.

"Well, that's because you've fucked everyone Denise." I snapped back jokingly. "You see Timmy, we make fun of each other all the time. It's no big deal." Denise gave me a glare. I'd apologize later for it. Timmy laughed. "So what do you do to get off," getting back to the subject, "do you masturbate?" Timmy's face was red again. "It's OK, you can tell me. It's no big deal." And I thought to myself, right it's probably not that big. "We're having a great conversation," I stressed again.

"Doesn't everybody masturbate?" He said rhetorically. "I don't," said Denise, "I don't need to, I have a boyfriend."

Timmy blushed even more. "So do you masturbate?" I continued.

"Yeah." He finally said reluctantly. "Do you?" I was almost surprised he asked me. "No, I think it's silly." I lied. Timmy swallowed hard. "How often do you whack off?" I said teasingly.

"I don't know. Maybe once a month" I could tell he was lying through his teeth.

"When you jack off, do you think of Jennifer's ass?"

Denise sprang out laughing.

"Shut up." Tim said rather weakly. I began to think that he probably did think of me while he masturbated. I laughed at the thought. In his dreams.

"I'm curious Timmy, what size of shoe do you wear?"

"What size of shoe do I wear? Why?"

"Geeze... you know what my bra size is, I just wanted to know your shoe size."

"I wear a size 5 and half."

I almost died. "Damn, you have small feet."

"My boyfriend wears a size 12." Denise added. "You know what they say... "'Small feet, small dick.'"

I could tell Timmy was getting angry at Denise. "What's your problem?" He turned to her.

She looked at me and I stared back. "I have to go. I'll call you later Jennifer." And Denise got up and left. "Don't mind her," I said to Timmy, "It's her time of the month."

"So what are you doing this weekend?" I asked. Interested in what I was getting at, he replied, "I don't know yet. My parents are going away for the weekend." "Who's baby-sitting you?" I half-joked.

"You're joking, right?"

"Yes Timmy. Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"No."

"You mean your parents are leaving you all alone for the weekend? Aren't they afraid you'll throw a party or something?"

"They trust me."

"Man, if my parents left me alone for the weekend, I'd probably invite some guy over to stay with me. We'd have some fun all right." I waited to see if he had any balls what so ever.

"Well, ah... if you want to... you could come over sometime this weekend."

"Really. Wow, maybe I will. What did you have in mind?" "I don't know. we could order a pizza and watch some movies."

"Would you rent a porno-movie?"

"A porno-movie? Really? I guess so. I've never..."

"You never rented a porno-movie either!" I interrupted. "Rent one after school today. If I have a chance to come over I will and we'll watch it together."

"OK!" He said enthusiastically. "I can't believe you're coming over to my house."

"I may come over. If I have the time. You act like you never even had company before." He probably never had a girl over. "Well, I have to go now."

"All right. Thanks for the conversation."

I couldn't believe he was actually grateful. He didn't even realize how I just utterly humiliated him. But it was nowhere as bad as what I planned to do to him later. What a dork.

"Yeah, I'll see you later, Little Timmy" His smile disappeared when I said 'Little Timmy.' And I got up and walked away, all the while intentionally wiggling my ass as I left. I glanced over my shoulder briefly. Sure enough his eyes were fixed to my bottom. I couldn't wait 'till later. He had no idea what was about to happen to him.