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I'm so tiny.
Not literally I don't think, I mean comparatively. I feel so small in comparison to the Affini.
You hear a thousand different lines from a thousand different voices, but you don't realize sometimes until you look out the window and they smile at you with those emotionless expressions carved into a shape we can understand.
They're huge, and I love them.
I love the Affini. I am also an Independent, and very 'cute' to them.
Everyone's cute to them though. I'm a seed. I don't really have many friends but those I've crossed have told me I am one.
It's a good thing, they promise.
But I dunno about that. Sometimes when I look around I think the whatever force drives my life doesn't find so much joy in the simple little seeds like me anymore, and that makes me a little sad.
I haven't ever been the biggest fan of the pride of terra, I've always been more of a I'm trying to make it through today kinda chanter. It gets me in good with them, but I just can't stop staring even when I know I shouldn't.
I am tiny compared to them. Yet I stand just shy of two meters.
In and out of buildings, around them and handled by them for coming on three years now oh my roots, I've sort of grown used to in a way the way that I'm handled. But it's only in my little slice of the paradise they've granted everyone that my physical state can be compared to them. One could be standing next to my hab and dwarf it like I could stand outside of a doghouse of a puppygirl. But it's somehow on even more of a dwarfing scale.
I'm so fucking tiny compared to them, and it kneads into my muscles the more I think about it. They fashion in which they pet me is so offhanded, yet so engaged in their excitement of the act. It's enthralling, and especially wandering into any of their grand homes it's a whole 'nother world it feels. Worlds within the world I inhabit, bubbles of reality that overlay onto one another and intersect.
My hab is nothing crazy. I don't want a ton of space, just a slab of wood dashed against an engrainment in a wall. Where I am isn't really important, I drift place to place all the time.
It's one of those reasons I don't have many friends yet, I'm just kind of a tumbleweed by nature.
I'm on my hab floor, staring upwards at the ceiling I've set to project lights. I think about all the great sex or drugs or kinks or whatever Florets enjoy in full while I munch on my dumplings. They're tofu dumplings seared in a delicate oyster sauce marinade before being wrapped in diamond-salt whipped cream dumpling batter.
And they're fucking delicious.
My fingers idly glide down my thicker rolls of fat that have begun forming along my body, an idle musing tumbling around in my mind about my weight. It's night and day how compilers and the compact at large treat weight verses the BMI bullshit that was happening when I was growing up. The compiler actually started putting more fats in my food because I was getting a little thin for my body type.
I would love to put it to good use being physically against someone.
I want a cuddle. But from an Affini.
Putting out an ad like that on the over net is a domestication sentence waiting to happen though. Maybe future me will find the perfect someone, but right now I'm kinda happy with my life.
The floor I'm laying on isn't actually a floor, but a set of set plush tiles that each depict a letter of the alphabet. It's no real secret I'm a little sprout but this room in the back of my home is my safe place away from any prying eyes that don't have vested interest in me, and the Affini who help me move just think it's adorable.
Plopping the last dumpling in my mouth, I meander over to my bed, feeling a flush wave of excitement down my naked body at it.
It's a squishy slab of liquid joy formed into the gelatin that supports my joints every night, wrapped around by a set of creamy pink bars that form into a kind of caged dome overhead, lights offering faintly restrictive illumination across the place where I feel safest. Two weighted blankets, a lot of named stuffies, and a compiler rigged below it that will materialize whatever I ask for onto my body. It's hard for me to even take a peek at my diaper putting it on manually, so one can imagine how much easier this is for me.
I look over at my physical diapers, which are settled behind glass in my cabinet. I wanna wear them, my instincts to save them for special occasions still dominates my hindbrain though. They're from the before times, saved up and hoarded for such moments.
Slipping on panties instead, a dull red skirt, bra, plain shirt and a flannel because fuck you I feel like it later and I'm up.
My little cottage is rustic, one of those tiny habs that's compacted. It's temporary living, I just wanted to try it out.
I have a screen door that slides without hesitation or resistance from a single touch of my fingers, my feet gliding against the bare grass.
The sensory of bare grass against my soles is one I'll probably never get over. Only this little patch before the forest trail has the kind I like, specifically tenured to feel like little fronds rubbing against my skin but it's my little patch of sensory heaven!
I stomp a little, for good measure, for, um. Myself.
You used to not be able to do this, it was just too dangerous and too risky to cut yourself or get an infection. Seriously, going barefoot in public places was a health risk and a half.
But here?
Here I can wiggle my toes and stomp my foot to my heart's content.
I could wear shoes, of course. I do sometimes still for walks like this. But I just kind of don't want to today.
My strides carry me down a sidewalk embellished with stones to mark paths through the grass. A lot of these stretches of land don't actually have pathways when they first begin, I've been told that they allow sophonts to walk across and through the domains in order to establish what pathways people generally tend to take.
I don't really understand it, but it makes a sort of sense.
The pathways are very large in scale. I mean you need a lot of leeway to handle their portions. I mentioned it before, but I don't think about it enough.
I mean I do while I'm touching myself with a vibrator, but besides those times!
Standing straight up, there's almost two of me to compete with the average Affini. I've always been a little happy that they're that big though. Before the compact I was always been the biggest one in the room.
It's nice being little.
Something twinges in my thighs and part of me wants to skip down the pathway, but I suppress it for the time being. It's funny, the paradoxical reasons for it all. I would absolutely get domesticated if in affini saw me do something like that, but I'd also get domesticated for not doing it. It's the paradoxical nature of our society.
I listen to the trickling water as it flows just within the periphery of my ears, the chirping birds and the hustle and bustle of the morning excitement. I scan around with my eyes for anything that might constitute a good cuddle partner, but I seriously doubt I'll find it around here where all of the florets and their affini have gathered to enjoy social time with each other and their close proximity companions.
"Welcome to Patty's Pastries! What can I getcha?" The girl asks, her bare breasts hanging out. She's wearing cow-print shorts, all of her bakery equipment behind her with her Affini idly fidgeting with her collar like a ring.
Actually looking closer, her collar is a fidget ring.
"A cookie-croissant please! With pistachio cream filling." I nod, and she nods back!
She repeats the order to her Affini and then turns around, pulling out a stick of lipstick from her shorts, a little bit drenched in fluids that very much imply where it's being stored, a vague scent of the sexual entrance still lingering on it.
She presses the red color to her lips, applying the shade with a quick pucker.
"That'll be one kiss, Verity!"
I squirm at the mention of my name, and the price of my treat. My breath hitches as I writhe a little in place. She slides on top of the counter, and I lean forward to give her what she asked for.
Her lips taste of summer, thicket rolls of dominance that I don't posess. There's a taste for control on her breath, a quiet lingering at the idea of doing something horrible to me I can't relate to. I can taste the history of desire on the muscle forcing itself inside, and unfortunately for me it tastes pretty darn good.
She pulls away, and slips the sheathed lipstick container into my mouth, cleaning it off for her before she makes a small noise at its probably re-insertion.
"You're one of my favorite customers, Verity~ You should swing by my home sometime. Owner's really good to me."
The implications hang in the air, I shyly look down. "U-Um. I— I'm okay, but m-maybe you could come over sometime?"
Her little cowgirl boots press into my crotch and I whine a bit. "Alright, but you better have lube ready at the doorway, I'm not a patient girl 'no more."
She runs her fingers through my hair, a delighted chuckle coursing through her musical laughter. A vine sets a croissant dotted in rich chocolate chips in my hands, wrapped in wax paper that just manages to contain the pistachio yolk spilling out of its breading.
"T-Thank you."
Her boot releases me, and her owner starts playing with her tits.
"Have a good'n!" She calls, as I continue my walk, picking up my pastry and munching it all the way into the elevator.
It's so good I really don't have the words, it's one of those decadent treats that doesn't translate to anything other than: I would go through torturous amounts of embarrassment to have another one of these.
What I'm met with is a vast forest, large ringlet cuts of bookshelves embedded into the trunks of the trees. It's honestly astonishing, none of them seem to interfere with the trees's actual lifeblood, the genetic remapping of their vegetative phytobiology making it possible for them to simply coexist with the intrusive compiled cuts of their fallen similarities.
My stride carries along the pathway, my attention hopping around to the leaves that surround me. They're of a hundred different colors, mild different shades that grow all along the trunks of the trees to show different ages of decay. I've actually heard that these leaves themselves are indicators of a different variety of informational gathering.
I've tried to wear my padding outside a few times, one of the first I was really overwhelmed and had to sit down next to a tree. I actually ended up falling asleep crying next to a pile of leaves and by the time I had woken up the Affini somehow knew everything that had happened, and had given me something to calm down.
They care, so much.
Down my walk I continue, each step crunching the leaves below me.
"Hello, cutie!"
One of them stands far above me, peering down at my smaller gait with nothing but appreciation and curiosity. Her vine reaches over, and pets affectionately down my scalp. I lean into it of course, I've long since accepted that there's nothing I can do to stop it.
The Affini is two and a half of me, a tall construction of fluff stated firmly on two twine-thin legs dressed with pinkish feathers. Their middle layer is mammalian in texture, a thick layer of plush, darker shaded phytoflesh fungal fat covered by a layer of lichen, a side shave of the same feathers crowning a headpiece with one working fascinator, and another that appears cracked.
"H— hello—"
I don't know this plant, and I may simply never meet her again. But she clearly must have something to talk about.
"Hello little one. I just wanted to pet something. That's all~ She/zer if you'd please on the pronouns. " They imply, their feathery feelers wiggling a little. I whine, and zer vines reach down between my thighs to squeeze the plush of my flesh, grabbing my wrists to wring a pretty embarrassing sound from me.
"That's a good little thing. I'm also feeling like hypnotizing an Independent, is that okay with you?"
I shake my head, but she's pressed a vine to my little throbbing thing between my legs to feel what my body's response is.
"Look at me."
I stammer, looking up at zer.
Zer hammered glass eyes imitate a fractal pattern as they spin and shine, glittering limelight of sage greens and billowing blues immediately tearing any will I have to shreds.
"I'm not going to make you a floret. But I did think you were cute. What's your name?"
"You can call M-me Verity, u-um—'
"Miss."
"M-miss."
Her vines stroke down my neck, unbuttoning my flannel because fuck me I guess and slipping it down. Her feelers find more places to affectionately remind me how little control I truly have over my own autonomy these days, pressing into folds of mine that I've grown very conscious of keeping clean because of their repeated invasions.
Zer attentive, wiry fungal functional fascinators splay a pattern of intensity and want, and I can feel something horribly humiliating is on the horizon.
"Say you're helpless." She smiles.
My head empties at her silent command. "I'm helpless, miss."
My skirt drops to the ground.
"Why can I just hypnotize you because I feel like it?"
I whine, but her vines hold me tight. She pets my hair, an affectionate smile spread across her face. "B-because my consent is optional, m-miss."
"What a good little stray. What are your pronouns, dear?" She asks, her soft fingers parading around against my skin.
"She and her, miss."
"Tell me you're a helpless little girl."
I again, try to move away but she just holds me tighter. The sensation of helplessness sprawls through me, a brush fire that uses my own fawn response as tinder, and yet anchors me down like iron. Escape, leaving, finding somewhere else to try to hide at no longer feels like a possibility, an option. I'm here, for as long as she desires me and there's nothing shy of a different Affini demanding a turn too that'll stop zer.
"I'm a helpless little girl." I manage.
Her vines strip off my panties and now I'm bare in the middle of this forest, one of her injector flowers blossoming along with her smile.
"Tell me I could make you a floret right now, repeat that."
"You—"
I wheeze. "You could make me a floret right now."
Colors and hues pulse thorough zer shape, trilling excitement that satisfies some ancient itch inside of her. She's excited, overjoyed at the bubbling draw that molds the shape of her lusts. Luminary lights lavish in the laqour of her lavish ambitions, and her fungal shape sprawls out.
"Your Independence is a fetish toy for blooms like me. Repeat." Zhe continues, a shrill excitement blanketing my head in heady want.
"My independence is a fetish t-toyyy—" I meekly manage.
More of a smile dominates the very flexible material that composes her face. "Good girl. You're a little girl today, okay?"
"Yes Miss."
Her bristles and vines glide up my naked body, refusing to even acknowledge the kind of circle that's begun forming around us.
"Remind me you're an Independent."
My little appendage she refuses to touch longer than a single agonizing second between my legs throbs, and an indignant whine slips out of my hypnotized cadence.
"I'm a-an Independent."
Her visage squeezes my arms, wrapping around my fingers.
"Do you enjoy being Independent?"
"Y-Yes Miss, I-I do—"
Her vine forms into a kind of cane, which cracks against my thighs. I remain upright, but wobbly.
"But you do agree that this is right for me to do to you, in the middle of the day, yes? Repeat."
The cane drags against my thighs, and I nod as I speak. "I agree that— that this is right for you to do in the m-middle of the day—"
"Your consent is a prop."
"M-My consent is a prop."
"You don't have a fetish for being an exhibitionistic little girl."
I shake my head, and the cane cracks against my thighs, and I nod instead.
I'm so tiny.
She pets my hair, lowering herself down to be vaguely eye level with me, wrapping more tendrils around my underarms and across the plush of my stomach.
"Any Affini could do this anytime they wanted, couldn't they?"
I hesitate, and it costs me a crack against my thighs. "Yes! Yes they could, y-yes!" I swiftly correct, much to her amusement.
"Good little girl. Good little girls need medicine, don't they?"
"Please, n-no—"
Her cane vine smacks me across the thighs, and I whine.
"Don't they?~"
I nod, and her vines grope my breasts next. "Repeat. Good girl, but repeat."
"Good girls need t-their medicineeee." The needy, thick knots of my voice manage to squirm out. I feel so small, needy, the razor- thin lust that sparks like a live wire beneath my skin reacting to the hunger bubbling inside of zer notes of pointed, phasing possessiveness passing past a passing fancy.
Her vine canes my thighs, and I bleat need out of my dribbling shaft and my lips.
"Good."
Thwack.
"Little."
Thwack
"Girls."
"Need their meddiciinnee." The sounds whimper out of me.
A handkerchief polishes the end of a needle who's shadow casts over my face from the canopy light. I have to crane my neck so far to look her in the eyes.
The needle presses against the skin over my veins, tracing upwards.
My eyes glance, and catch the audience that's gathered. She canes my thighs, and I really almost buckle this time.
"How very rude, you're looking at Miss. You're giving Miss a show, remember?"
"Yesmmiissss." The words slur together.
The needle slips to my neck, hovering over. She presses it, almost puncturing the skin before drawing back out.
"…mm… not that one, actually. One moment."
She pulls out a collection of different injections, thumbing through them with a frond. She must eventually find the one she's looking for, because it returns to my neck and without ceremony burrows in my system.
It's a hot flash of heat, and I mewl and whine as she taps my leg. I know that's floret nonverbal communication to raise your leg, but my thighs hurt really bad so I just raise it instead of arguing.
She slips a sandal on, repeating the action with the other foot. She fastens my skirt back, withholding my bra and petting my hair.
"You should ask the nice strangers for a more fitting top. Little girls wear flannels sometimes, but you need something cuter."
There's no point in fighting it.
I turn with shame, watching in horror as she merely pets me and wanders off. I'm surrounded by giants, blooms that dwarf me and their chuckling florets.
"M— may I please have a new top?"
A girly one twirls her braid beneath her owner who looks more than a little amused.
She's wearing pink overalls, with a loose, oversized tshirt below it. She grins, eyeing me up and down.
"I'll give you mine if you suck my dick right here."
I balk, and seriously consider just going back to my hab, but when I do a vine stops me from behind.
Something that reminds me of a naturally forming sticker texture I really don't like smiles excitedly, dripping pink glittery pollen forming padded pools of pink seafoam to my left and right. A rather high pitched voice embarks on a journey from the hollows, and they find refuge in my ears. "Yes, good idea little one. You could come home with me and I'll dress you up in something very fetching."
I whimper, turning back to the grinning girl. Hesitation fills my body, but I— I mean I have no choice. I'm a helpless Independent, and I need to do what I'm told.
Do what I'm told.
I throb, bare and naked. Whimpers seethe out past my lips, my eyes drinking in the critter in front of me and also the surrounding patrons that are here for their daily dose of independents in situations.
My legs move slowly, but desperation to get this over with dominates my better judgment, collars it into an obedient, mewling accessory to my arousal. Wandering over, I burn in embarrassment as I mumble. "Maybe we can… I mean a little privacy—"
"No. Here. Or not at all."
Hands settled on her hips, a confident smile across her darker cheeks. She's got an excited, lurid lust in those slightly green tinged eyes, and it makes me even weaker. The weakness spreads its plague to my caned thighs all the way down to my knees. I whimper, but ultimately buckle. She grins and unbuttons her overalls to unveil a bulge in a set of panties.
The underwear is damp with sweat and marinated arousal bred from my humiliation, and she makes sure I see how excited she is by the idea of me debasing myself further before slipping them off too. The smell of girlstink permeates my nose, molecules of a ripe scent flirting with a fifth of my ability to engage with reality.
I kinda hate how much looking at them makes me horny.
The shaft idly throbs, a flared head that goes down to a set of leathery orbs through the outline of the underwear. I squirm, but now her Affini is behind me, wrapping her vines into my hair to hold my head in place.
The vines draw me down, settling me onto my knees which are further supported by her vines. They're so pushy, and forceful, but they care about comfort quite a bit. Her roots coil tight around me, secreting a mild adhesive to cling even tighter to me. She's got me trapped, no matter how much I struggle or writhe.
"There we go, good Independent. I know, florets get all the good stuff huh? It's so unfair. All those really fascinating biomodifications. It's a frequent complaint I get as a veterinarian."
I kiss the tip, and the vine guides me deeper, different creeping etchings settling into my wrists and ankles just in case I thought about trying to preserve my dignity.
"Her mouth is so soft." The stranger groans, throbbing inside of my throat as she starts to relax. Her owner purrs in delight, wrapping a few pinker tentacles around her pet to keep her upright while I preform what must be very sloppy felatio.
"It's such a nice treat, isn't it? Thank the nice Independent. Won't you dear?"
A groan as she thrusts past my lips, my throat clasping onto her as she goes deeper, and deeper. A 'yes owner' predicates a more intimate exploration of my throat, giddy excitement pushing bunches of saliva down my chin.
Flushed need decorates my skin, my eyes glancing around. Not only has nobody left, they're all watching ever more intently, some have even whipped out their phones.
"That's a good seed." She croons.
"What a model Independent you are." Her Owner cackles in delight.
I choke on her dick, and when I try to pull away her Owner wraps another vine around my throat.
It starts to vibrate, and the moan that's harvested from her will surely make it's home in my dreams.
"I could domesticate you right now."
Pulling off sounds like a really bad idea, but the hairs on my body stand up when she starts stroking my neck.
"Would you like that? You poor lost, defenseless animal? There's nothing you can do, you know. No stunts to pull, no excessive maneuvers to try. You're just going to behave and trade some of your oxygen for my floret's happiness. That's such an easy trade to make, isn't it?"
She lifts me up, settling me in her lap as she pushes me back and forth against her floret's dick. I'm so very tiny in her lap, and I only shrink more as she expands so I can sink deeper into her hollows.
"Not in control, you'll never be in control again. My little pet here has more autonomy than you do, you poor creature. She's being such a good, nurturing figure for you. I'm just so tempted."
She pulls out her tablet, setting it on her Floret's stomach so it's in eyesight of me as she begins to fill out a NOI.
Needy whines and groans leave my body as the pet with less rights on paper but more in practice cums down my throat, her owner's vines restricting me to make sure I drink every drop.
"Tell me you like being Independent, sweetheart. I would feel so dreadfully bad if you did and I took that from you."
Gagging on her floret's dick, I can only whimper deeper as she pushes me to her musty base, right as the form is submitted. Words don't really come, not like her pet's sighs and exclamations of relief.
"I—I… It's nice, b-being Independent." I weakly murmur, as her floret pulls out just a bit more, working the prick in and out of past my lips to milk the last of the fluid into my stomach.
Her vines hold my face tight, the floret's cock pulling out to wipppppeee down my face and I loudly grroan.
"It's nice, being Independent? You like this life of yours? Happening right now?~ That makes me so happy to hear, petal. Say thank you."
She puts the tip inside of my mouth again, expecting me to nurse the last little bits of cum, and maybe the first few bits of something acrid I don't even want to think about right now.
"T-Thanvk, yhou." I say around it.
"That's a good Independent. That's what I thought."
Her pet disembarks, and takes off her panties and shirt. She slips the shirt right onto me, her panties caked in a slick drool that descends to the ground. She absolutely has not taken those off in a while.
"Here, a bonus."
Pulling away does nothing, not when her owner is holding me so tight. She shoves the underwear in my face, forcing me to inhale a deep cinnamon bite that grabs hold of my nose and refuses to let go.
Her owner eventually does relent, giving my bottom a little spank.
They both disembark, her floret slipping on my old underwear to replace hers. There is no way I'm putting hers on, so I just hold them in my hands.
"Say thank you again, little Independent."
An injection that I'm sure is probably in my best well being finds its way in my veins and I thank her repeatedly.
"T-Thank you!" I whimper, and she shoves it deeper into my face. "H-Hankyyhou— tghankk—"
Laughter permeates my ears, grasping vines caressing my now pretty sensitive skin.
She presses the underwear into my face so much it reminds me of wringing out a fruit on a juicer, and the appropriate amount of pent-up liquids come down just like it.
They both pet me, the Affini in particular stroking along my head and crooning about how she would love to have me, and that she would check in later.
"I— I don't wanna be a floret! I'm happy as… I—"
Another Affini takes my hand, guiding me upwards. Even when they situate me on my new sandals, they tower over me. Vegetation clings to a solid three of me tall, and three smiles from various mouths chirp an oddly disarming delight.
"Where were you going, little love?" The new Affini asks, as the other one and her pet wander off.
They're really scary, I don't really want to cuddle them. "Um. Is there like a J cafe for adults?"
They blink with eighteen separate eyes.
"I— I mean, Affini?"
"Of course, sweetling."