Penny's Place - My tiny breakfast in bed
In the kitchen, I stood at the stove in my white see-through crop top and panties, humming softly to myself as I prepared breakfast. My mind wandered to the thought of being taken care of, and I glanced down at the tiny figure at my feet. Looking up at me with eager eyes was none other than Tiny himself.
I smiled, my heart warming at the sight of him. "Tiny, I think it's time for you to have some breakfast," I said, bending down to scoop him up into my hands. He wriggled with excitement as I lifted him up, his little fingers curling around my index finger.
As I carried him over to the bed, I couldn't help but admire his adorable, curious little face. He watched intently as I placed him gently on the soft, warm blankets. "Now, I've made you some scrambled eggs. They're still a little hot, so be careful," I warned him, my voice filled with warmth and concern.
Tiny nodded eagerly, his eyes shining brightly as he leaned forward to inspect the plate I'd placed on the bed. There were two tiny little sunny side up eggs, each sitting proudly in their own little divots.
With a mischievous grin, I leaned down and slowly scooped one of the eggs up with my finger, bringing it closer to his lips. "Here you go, Tiny," I said, my voice full of excitement. "It's time to fill up that belly of yours."
His tiny mouth opened wide, and he eagerly took the egg from my finger, his tongue darting out to taste the warm, fluffy goodness. His little cheeks puffed up as he devoured the egg, and I couldn't help but let out a contented sigh.
"That was delicious, Tiny," I said, smiling down at him. "Now, why don't you finish up the other egg while I put away the dishes?"
Without waiting for a response, I stood up and walked over to the kitchen sink, feeling a gentle weightlessness in my hands as Tiny climbed onto my stomach, still chewing on the second egg. I couldn't help but chuckle as I watched him, my heart filled with warmth and affection.
As I began washing the dishes, I felt a gentle tug on my belly button. Looking down, I saw Tiny's little fingers reaching up towards me, his curiosity piqued. "What's this, Tiny?" I asked, tilting my head to the side.
He squinted up at me, his little brow furrowed in thought. "What is that thing?" he asked, pointing curiously at my belly button.
I laughed, delighted by his innocence and curiosity. "That, Tiny, is my belly button," I said, leaning down to get a better look at him. "It's the mark that's left from when I was in your mommy's tummy."
His eyes went wide with wonder as he absorbed this information. "Really?" he asked, his voice filled with awe. "And you came out of there?"
I nodded, my heart swelling with love for this tiny creature who had taken up residence in my home and my heart. "Yes, Tiny. I did. And now you're here too, aren't you?"
He nodded excitedly, his tiny hand reaching up to pat my belly. "I am," he said, beaming up at me. "And I'm so glad to be here with you."
With that, he scrambled back up onto my stomach, his tiny fingers lacing together as he looked out at the room. I watched him for a moment, my heart full of love and affection, before finally finishing up the dishes and joining him on the bed.
Tiny turned his head towards me, his eyes shining with love and gratitude. "Thank you, Tiny," I whispered, my fingers brushing through his soft hair. "For choosing me to be your mommy."
And with that, we snuggled together under the warm blankets, content in each other's company and the cozy, intimate moment we'd shared.
