Thumbelina - An Erotic Fairy Tale

Thumbelina - An Erotic Fairy Tale

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Thumbelina is a young blonde who broke out of her flower and into the care of a perverted older man. From then on, many things in the world, most with human shape (for some reason) steal her away. Each time she gets abducted or enters a deal with someone, they teach her something new about her body, and she is out there to find her origins and survive in the wild through kindness, bravery, and her luscious body that dances and pleasures her captors with every caress.

Summary

Thumbelina is a young blonde who broke out of her flower and into the care of a perverted older man. From then on, many things in the world, most with human shape (for some reason) steal her away. Each time she gets abducted or enters a deal with someone, they teach her something new about her body, and she is out there to find her origins and survive in the wild through kindness, bravery, and her luscious body that dances and pleasures her captors with every caress.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Thumbelina - An Erotic Fairy Tale

Author Chapter Note

Thumbelina is a young blonde who broke out of her flower and into the care of a perverted older man. From then on, many things in the world, most with human shape (for some reason) steal her away. Each time she gets abducted or enters a deal with someone, they teach her something new about her body, and she is out there to find her origins and survive in the wild through kindness, bravery, and her luscious body that dances and pleasures her captors with every caress.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: October 02, 2015

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~~Once upon a time, there was a Botanist named Dr. Eckel. He was in an older age, when the pleasures his wife gave him had gotten from amazing sex to giving him a kiss on the cheek every time he went into his study to work and she went to her friend’s to gossip. As it happens, he would seek out different ways of pleasuring himself, and though the local market full of bustling villagers did not have anything of value to his secret hobby, he would still search for herbs and objects that would satisfy his fantasies.
One day in the market, while he stood in line for fish to bring back home, a middle-Eastern accent penetrated through the crowd, “I see you’re a very well-endowed man.” He turned to see a gypsy woman, her tan cleavage in glistening display from the lights in her wooden booth. “I’m not talking about your wealth, of course.”
“Hello ma’am.” Eckels responded. “What do you sell?”
“Only the best plants in the world…” her eyes dart towards his pants, “to men such as yourself, anyways.”
Eckels’ half-consciously turned to the lady’s booth to see the contents of her humble walls. They had jars and bottles of many mysterious things, but behind her were live plants. He was disgruntled by and curious about her knowing that he masturbated a lot. “Plants?”
“Yes, I sell plants, honey. A Botanist like yourself will appreciate this.” To his surprise, she produces a little plant whose pot can fit into her hand, and whose flower-bulb is just as big as the pot, with its black stalk containing no leaves. “It’s delicate, and it is very exotic. It was very hard to get.”
“Must be from far away, then?” Eckels examines the plant in his hand, and notes its heaviness, and the sturdy nature of the stalk.
“It sorta was…” the Gypsy’s eyes wander. “You could say I went through a fight to get it.”
Eckels was still not convinced, “What does it do?”
The Gypsy takes his hands in hers, her tenderness surprising to Eckels “It will fulfill your every command.”
Eckels goes home with cheaper groceries that day, and since his wife hasn’t come back home that night, he sets the plant on the desk of his lab. He remembers her instructions upon purchase: “Let it sit for three days and it will come out at moonlight. He waits patiently, doing his work around the mysterious bulbous plant, until the night when its bud opens up. The bulb opens up slowly, with something wriggling inside. Eckels sits on his desk, watching with his face inches away.
He gasps when he sees tiny hands and feet in the white mass, and not long after that, the cocoon bursts and a head pops out. Her eyes are green and hair blonde, and her skin is milky white. She notices Eckels, and she stares at him, with her arms clasped around her breasts.
“I’m sorry, miss. My name is Eckels.” The Botanist smiles and tries to pretend she isn’t naked.
“Hello.” Says the young woman. “My name…uhh…” She ponders for a moment, touching an index finger to her luscious lip, “Actually, I don’t remember.”
“You might have just been born. I bought your flower from the market.”
“I have memories of speaking and people.” She says. “I think I used to wear things, like you are.”
Eckels starts blushing, “Yes, sorry. I will make clothes for you. I have a work room here at my house, so I can sew things up for you.” He goes out to get things, and calculates the time to make her new clothes. The woman sits in her white flowerbed in foetal position, watching him interact with his devices and stare around with little, talking-out-loud grunts. He gets a bowl first and fills it with soapy water, then sets it on his table next to the plant. “Here, take a bath if you can. If you don’t remember what a bath is…”
“I remember, actually.” She says and gets up, trying to cover her fronts with her hands. Eckels looks away and starts making new clothes. She gets down and starts bathing in the hot water, and though Eckels keeps sowing and cutting the fabric he has, he glances every now and then at the tiny naked woman in his lab. When she notices, he simply says, “I need to get your measurements, so I am looking.” She sighs and keeps swimming. Her head is as big as a thumbnail, and her body 1.5 times as tall as Eckel’s index finger.
She relaxes in the tub, with bubbles covering her body until he finally gives her something to wear. “Here you go.” Eckels puts two pieces of fabric beside her bath-bowl.
It is stretchy green fabric, and she puts them on. One piece is a tubetop covering her breasts and the other is a miniskirt, tight around her butt but leaving her legs exposed from mid-thigh down. She looks up at him, “uhm…thanks…?”

Where the fun starts

Eckels and the woman get along well that night and all other days when Eckels goes back to his office. When his wife goes off at nights, Eckels spends tem in his study, talking to the fascinating young woman, who seems to know about herbs, math, and the likes, and recites what she knows to him, and learns from him. The whole time, though, Eckels stares at her with a much more carnal interest. He makes her outfits all the time, each with its own theme, but all of them slutty. He makes her wear bikinis a lot, but sometimes underwear with restraining laces around them, which to her body seem like thick ropes. One day, a special day, she sees the day’s outfit. “Look, Dr. Eckels, I don’t want to wear this.”
“Do you not want to, or do you want to but are too embarrassed?”
“I mean, I was naked when we first met, but I notice you keep looking at me…in a weird way.”
“What weird way?” Eckels says. “Why don’t you put it on and we’ll see.”
She gives in and changes in the little box he has given her. When she comes out, she is wearing brown underwear, whose cups cover her breast tips and her crotch, but the lacework around it leaves little to the imagination. Somehow he got laces thin enough to make a thong for her, and so her back and ass are fully exposed. “There, see.” She says, pointing at his eyes that stare at her body displayed for him by his handiwork. “What is this stuff? I remember your wife, when I see her from the window, she wears dresses.”
“OK, I confess, I look at you differently. I give you lingerie instead of normal clothes because I want you to have fun.”
“Have fun…” she says, thinking about it, feeling her cheeks blush involuntarily. “Like when we splash around in the water?”
“No, like when people have orgasms. Know what an orgasm is?” Eckel grins as she shakes her head, and he gets to work. “It is a burst of pleasure that emanates from your crotch. ‘Big women’ do it all the time.” He gestures the revealingly-dressed woman to sit on his hand. She does, and he lifts her up to a nice mini-bed he has made for her. She is set there, and he caresses her belly. His skin feels rough and good against hers, and she closes her eyes as he slowly and gently caresses her legs. “You want me to show you how to orgasm?” The woman nods instinctively, jumping at the new experience without thinking much. He flips her over on the bed and unties the straps behind her, even lowering the straps that suspend her thong on her. He pulls her clothes off from under her, letting her wallow in her nakedness for a second before being caressed by his gentle fingers all over her glistening body. She starts moaning as his index finger straps on her sensitive breasts and his thumb makes its way down her back and toys with her buttcheeks, each smoother and more bulbous than the other, and then makes its way cruelly down the back of her thighs. She groans louder when he puts a finger between her, the tip resting on her chest and the middle rough caressing her womanhood. She screams as he gently pinches her butt and legs with the rest of her fingers, and starts sliding that finger at her crotch back and forth, letting her juices flow. She looks at his face, that one she didn’t like, but is now having its way with her. She orgasms and crashes on the bed. She watches him a moment and thinks back to before she gave in. “I guess a doctor would be able to take my clothes off, what little clothes I had.”
“Your body submitted to my fingers, I just had to make you wear those training clothes before I got you into skimpier ones, like tonight’s.”
“You tricked me.” She says with a grin. “I got completely naked in front of you.”
“And you will do it a lot from now on, won’t you, sweetie?”
The woman thinks about this as she lies there, watching him watch her, and him turning her body around from the side-foetal position to the spread eagle position. She says the inevitable, the thing that will satisfy that watchful face he is making, “Yes, doctor.” He caresses her toned belly with his index finger.
 
The next days are different for the two. Eckel spends more time creating many things she doesn’t know, and he won’t tell her about, and come night when his wife isn’t around, he goes into the lab and talks to her, and makes her do new things. He makes her dance provocatively most of the time, and the fact that she has some ideas too sometimes, like taking up belly dancing or letting him finger-paint her body and washing it off in an erotic massage with warm, steaming water drenched on her shapely body makes him very happy.
One night he greets her in a stewardess costume, except her legs are bare, skirt is mini, and breasts bushed up with her neck fitted with a pretty collar. “Hello doctor. I learned all that you showed me in that book.”
Eckel sits at his desk, his hands in his pants, “Let’s see it.”
The woman starts her dance on the miniature pole, flexing and bending her legs on the pole as she has a big smile on her face. She strips for him, removing her apron, top and skirt to reveal a black bra and black panties. She strips fully for him, except the collar. She looks at his crotch “Hey, what’s under there?” She says, and he takes it out. She vaguely remembers seeing something like that, but not at such a large scale.
“This is my crotch. Males have different crotches than females. I rub its sides and the sack below to get an orgasm.”
“I was wondering how you orgasm. Can I…?” she asks as she rubs her own crotch, as if in preparation to what she wants him to feel. He nods, and lays his penis on the table like a piece of furniture. The woman gets off the striper stage and takes off her shoes to make sure not to poke him. She gets on the penis, her elegant legs surrounding it, and her crotch on his soft skin, and rides it. Her juice flow down the sides of his shaft profusely, she leans forward to suck in mounds of his penis skin to her mouth, and he loves the weight on his crotch. She gets up and he now lowers his testicles on the table, and lets her lap at it, and her tiny, smooth hands grab each ball in a breast-rubbing hug. She ends up on his crotch as he sits at his chair, with her body hugging and humping his penis, letting him feel her womanly figure on his sensitive member, and her feet torture his testicles as they try to grab on. She keeps stealing glances at his face, which is twisted and writhing with sweat. She loves the effect of her womanly figure caressing against his penis on him and keeps going, lapping at its tip and squeezing liquids out of him.
In the end, he tells her to get off, and she says in a deep voice, “You didn’t do the trick yet” as she is grasped and shoved onto her bed. She keeps moving her arms and legs aroud, trying to tempt him to pick her up again, and she masturbates as he rubs himself, with his penis tip on top of her.
“Stand up,” he says, and she does, while still fingering herself, and he lets his load of cum hit her at her forehead. The strong, warm cum is surprising to her, but she laughs/orgasms in delight as it pours over her body in a shower of moist pleasure. He sits down, observing and committing to memory the cum-drenched body of the woman. Her hair heavy and her body glistening, she lies down, letting it all dry on her. “I like you like that.” He says, thinking of his thumb making her cum in their first time. “I will call you Thumbelina.”

Little did the two know that nearby, toads were waiting. One toad was as tall as Thumbelina, but as wide as well, and the second toad was a skinny man with amphibious features who was the same size as Thumbelina. The first toad said, her arrogance showing through her croaks, “That girl seems to be a great choice.”
The second toad responds, calculatingly, “Yes, my queen. We can investigate when she is alone the most, and speak with her.”

 

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