Minnie's House (F/M)

[Sherbet Riley]

This was a recent (and very long) commission that the client has very graciously allowed me to share with you all.

Just as a heads up, this one may not be for everyone as the "mommy" content is pushed a little further here than in my previous works. If that's your jam, however, I think you'll be pleased.

This story is heavily influenced in its style and content by 2 writers that you may or may not be familiar with: Advanact and Gigglinggoblin. Advanact wrote quite a few tickle monster/mommy-tickler stories back in the day but has been out of the game for some time now. You can definitely still find a few of his stories floating around out there should you choose to look. Gigglinggoblin, however, is very much still active and specializes in hypnosis/mind control fantasy stories that I cannot recommend highly enough. Should you have a thing for hypnosis/mind control (or just very well written erotic high-fantasy) then I'd highly encourage you to check out her work.

With all that throat clearing out of the way, I hope those of you that have read this far (and definitely didn't skip past the above...) enjoy the story of Minnie the Milkmaid.

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Minnie's House (F/M)


Prince Theo clutched his cloak close as he was battered by strong gales of wind. He was lost, that much was clear, and had been for some time. His horse was tired, exhausted from days of ceaseless travel. He’d fled the city nearly a week ago, minutes before the funeral bells rang out. He’d stolen away in the night, leaving directly from his father’s deathbed. The young man had wiped tears from his eyes as he crossed the familiar courtyard to the royal stables to fetch his horse, Horace. Without looking back, Prince Theo donned the hood of his cloak and rode off into the night.

Less than ten minutes after he passed through the city gate, posing as a wine envoy, did he hear the funeral bells announcing his father’s passing to the kingdom. By daybreak word would have reached the coast and Prince Theo would ascend the throne. Whether he wanted to or not.

The king was dead. Long live the king.

But Prince Theo had no desire for the throne, no appetite for power. Growing up he had always been treated differently, with both deference and scorn. And sometimes fear. People were always whispering around him, everyone always wanted something. It was hard to make friends. Not that the prince had been given many opportunities to make many. His childhood had been spent around adults, talking about adult subjects. The price of grain. Tariffs. The petty rivalries at court. He couldn’t attend university like other boys, couldn’t wander beyond the palace walls without protection. And so he spent much of his childhood alone, reading books and studying maps. And when he wasn’t locked in his quarters daydreaming he was by his father’s side at court, his eyes glazing over while the grown-ups talked about shipping lanes and faraway wars.

His father, the king, had ascended to the throne at a young age. At the time he’d felt incredibly unprepared and made many damaging errors as a result. And so it was very important to him that his son was adequately equipped to assume that responsibility at any given moment. And so the prince spent his childhood attending diplomatic dinners and council meetings. He never had any time to play, and even if he did, who would he play with? His mother, the queen, had died when the prince was very young. It felt like more of an absence than a loss. Prince Theo didn’t have many memories of his mother. He could scarcely remember her face. He remembered the illness, a hazy image of his mother laid up in bed. He remembered her dry lips, how skinny her arms looked, and the faint smell of peppermint.

The prince knew that his father had taken the loss of his mother very hard and — as far as he knew — had not sought out the company of another woman since her passing. Yet for all the time he spent beside the king at court, Prince Theo felt that he barely knew his father. They barely spoke at suppertime and rarely crossed paths in the palace halls. He did not accompany his father when the king was called away from court. Instead he was left alone at the palace, forced to stay behind with his tutors and his maids.

Then Prince Theo came of age, and suddenly it seemed everyone at court had an interest in his love life. There was quite a bit of speculation on the subject as, unlike the princes of reigns long past, there was no gossiping of the prince to be done at the local brothels and taverns. He did not take a fancy to any of the women at court, nor any of his servants or chambermaids. There were no bastard children to hide. Mo disgruntled wenches to bribe. By all accounts, the prince was a polite young man and seemed to possess no such appetites. Perhaps he was just, as some of the older women so bluntly put it, ‘a cold fish.’

This wasn’t exactly true, however. The truth was that the prince had spent very little time around women his own age - hell, people his own age, period. When a young countess was brought to court, the prince would find himself tongue tied or outright paralyzed at the thought of approaching her. In short, the prince was shy.

But now his love life had become something larger than him. Suddenly there were stakes. Alliances to be forged and strategies to play. With his health failing, the king had started to take an active interest in his son’s prospects and had begun pressuring him to accept an arranged marriage. But no matter how many eligible princesses and courtesans he met, Prince Theo simply didn’t spark to any of them.

As his father’s health continue to decline, prince Theo began to panic.The prospect of losing his father was devastating enough on its own, but he was even more afraid of what would come after. His father was not all that old, after all. Prince Theo thought that he had at least 20 more years to figure things out before he was shackled to the throne. The idea that any day now his father might pass on, that the prince would suddenly be the king for the rest of his life, filled him with dread. No doubt they would marry him off to the first bachelorette they deemed most diplomatically suitable and doom him to a life he never wanted.

Was it any wonder he had no desire to rule?

And so Prince Theo fled his father’s deathbed and rode into the forbidden forest. This was his first time journeying beyond the palace walls as a grown man without an escort. As a result, his first few days had been quite difficult. For as book smart as the prince was, he knew very little about the world. When he stopped to bathe in a nearby spring, he had been careless with his things and did not hide his belongings properly. His dagger had been stolen, as had his warm shirt, and the following days of cold and rain had served as harsh lessons, indeed.

He rode for days on end, barely stopping to drink or eat or to rest. He knew that the royal guard would find him eventually, that at some point he would have to return home and assume the throne. But he couldn’t think about that now. It was all too much. He needed to clear his head, to get away from the palace, at least for a little while.

But now he was lost, all turned around in an unfamiliar stretch of forest. The wind was picking up and ominous, dark clouds loomed in the distance. A storm was coming. The prince knew his humble camp would be no match for such forceful gales and downpours. He needed to find shelter and fast. But he was all turned around and the sky had grown dark. The shadows cast by the trees were now indiscernible from twilight and the wavering branches tore at his cloak as he passed. The air had chilled and a light rain began to fall. It was just a light sprinkle for now, but he knew the deluge was coming. That was, if he didn’t freeze to death before then.

The prince rode as fast as he could, his eyes scanning his surroundings for anything he could use. An inn, a cave, hell, a mountainous overhang would do. But all he saw were trees and rocks.

A musical trilling caused the prince to look up. There, just above him, was a baby bird watching him from its nest. It’s downy fluff was a baby blue color, its eyes dark little marbles that regarded the young prince with curiosity. The prince gave the young chick a little smile, though he did not know why. A moment later, the mama bird appeared behind her baby and ushered it under her wing. The prince watched with barely masked jealousy. That baby bird was cozy and warm, had someone to protect him, to nurture him. Watching the mama and her baby snuggling in their nest, it occurred to the prince that he may have never experienced such comfort or nurturing in his life. Averting his gaze, the prince spurred his horse forward.

The prince rode ahead with renewed urgency. The rain was picking up and the prince knew he was running out of time. Thunder rumbled in the distance, loud enough to spook his horse. The prince gripped the reins tightly and gently stroked his steed’s mane.

“It’s alright, boy. Just a little further…”

But despite his whispered reassurances, the prince was starting to panic. He was out of his depth, he could admit that now. Suddenly the safety of the palace walls didn’t seem to bad. But he’d made his choice, he had to see it through.

Then…a flicker. Among the wind-spun mass of greens and grays was a warm orange glow, a candle flickering on a darkened windowsill. Squinting, Theo could just begin to make out the modest cabin surrounding it. The wood was dark and splintering in places. The supports looked old and untrustworthy, the straw atop the roof pale and brittle, even in all this damp. If it hadn’t been for the candle, Theo would have assumed the place abandoned. He was surprised the structure was still standing. But the storm was picking up and he was in no position to turn down shelter, however dubious it might be.

Horace nibbled on a dandelion while the prince approached the thick wooden door. Strange. It was a very sturdy door for a home that had otherwise fallen into disrepair. Well, the Prince reasoned, at least it was a secure shelter.

He rapped his knuckles twice upon the door and straightened his posture. He didn’t want to frighten whoever was inside but likewise did not wish to be recognized. He imagined there was a full pouch of gold waiting for anyone who could alert the palace to his whereabouts. It wouldn’t be the first time. The prince had briefly run away from home when he was still of schooling age. He made it two days before a merchant on the coast recognized him. Less than a day later, young Theo found himself being escorted back to the palace by the royal guard. His punishment for running away came at the hands of his nanny, Fran, who knew exactly how to put the young princeling in his place.

As the royal nanny, Fran was not permitted to leave marks on his royal flesh. Doing so could buy her a one-way ticket to the gallows. Instead, Fran had learned how to think on her feet when it came time to discipline the young prince. She’d come into the position just before the prince’s tenth moon day. Before then, Prince Theo hadn’t had a nanny. He’d been looked after by well-meaning bodyguards and tutors until that point, and Fran had to find her footing quickly if she hoped to retain her position. Luckily for her, it wasn’t long before she learned of the prince’s heightened sensitivity. For you see, the prince was incredibly ticklish and prone to embarrassment, two buttons that Fran would expertly push whenever the prince needed to be humbled.

Fran could be incredibly creative when she wanted to be. These punishments were rarely handed out at set times and were often sprung on the young prince when he least expected it. One memorable punishment occurred during the prince’s bath time. Unbeknownst to Theo, Fran had brought two young women from town to the palace and arranged for them to sit behind a folding screen where the prince would be unable to see them. Then, as she bathed him, Fran made sure to tease him with her soft sponge and soapy water, deliberately tickling and teasing the poor boy.

“H-hey! C-cut th-haha-at out!” The prince stammered as Fran cleaned his underarms. She effortlessly held the young man’s arm above his head as her other hand gently, maddeningly, scrubbed his pits with the soapy sponge. It tickled like mad and the prince was unable to maintain his composure. The hand of his nanny was the softest touch he knew, and he was unaccustomed to being handled with such care. As a result, the prince would often melt if spoken to in the correct manner, and Fran knew this very well. She knew exactly what her boy needed, even if he did not know it himself.

“Aww, I know little one. I know it tickles. But we simply must get you clean! Poor thing, you can’t even pull your arm down, can you?”

“Hehehehehehehehehehehe…”

It was the girls behind the screen, giggling at him! Until that moment, the prince had not even known they were there. His cheeks flushed as he realized what Fran was doing. This was his punishment, being tickled and babied in front of an audience.

“Y-yes I-hihihihi-I can!” The young prince insisted, giggles still bubbling forth. “I c-c-could ihihihif I w-wanted t-tooohohohooo!”

“Then show me. Show your nanny what a big boy you are…” Fran cooed, never once stopping her deliberate and devastating scrubbing of his exposed armpit.

The prince grit his teeth and pressed his lips together as he attempted to wrest his arm free from his nanny’s vise-like grip. It may have been his imagination, but the harder he pulled against her, the faster she seemed to scrub his armpit. The prince was using all of his weight, pulling his body down into the tub as best he could, but not matter how hard he tried, the prince couldn’t seem to lower himself any further. Fran held him firm, an amused little smile on her face as she watched the young prince struggle against her.

“Whats’a matter, bubba? I thought you were a big boy!” The sponge wandered lower, now washing his ribs and sensitive sides. She knew he couldn’t resist being baited like this, would have to respond, and when he did the giggles would come pouring out.

“I-hihihihi ahahaham! Ihihihihihi’m ahahahaha bihihihihig bohohohohoy! Hahahahahaha!” The prince giggled himself silly, twisting this way and that to get away from his nanny’s soapy sponge. But it was no use, Fran held him still, effortlessly holding the young prince’s arm above his head.

“Hehehehehehehehehehehe…”

The coquettish giggles of the girls behind the screen intermingled with the prince’s own forced mirth, causing him further embarrassment. They were laughing at him! He was now thrashing about so much that water had begun to spill over the side of the tub, darkening the stone floors with the soapy liquid.

“Nuh uh uhhhh. Such a silly boy, trying to get away from his nana. So silly. Silly silly silly…are you a silly little boy?”

“Noooohohohohohohoooo! Stahahahahahap ihihihihihit! Ihihihihihihi’m nahahahahahat l-lihihihihitttttle! I cohohohommand yohohohohouuu to stahahahahahahp! Hahahahahahaha!” Fran was washing his tummy now, swirling the sponge around and around with deliberate, practiced softness. Occasionally, she’d slip a finger into his bellybutton and wiggle it about, causing the prince to yelp.

“Aww, I know little one. Tummy time is always hard for little boys. Shhhhhhh. Don’t worry, I’m allllllmost done.”

“Hehehehehehehehehe…” the girls giggled. He could hear them whispering amongst themselves now, making the prince’s ears hot.

“Did you hear something?” Fran asked with mock curiosity, “were those your giggles my sweet little prince? Is someone enjoying his bath time? Well don’t you worry, your nanny will make sure you’re squeaky clean in no time.”

“Hehehehehehehehe…”

The prince’s cheeks burned crimson as he continued to giggle and splash about. He wanted to disappear, to sink under the water and hide, but Fran wouldn’t let him. This was his punishment, after all.

Even now the memory of it set the prince’s teeth on edge. The wind was howling now, nearly strong enough to tear the prince’s cloak off his back. He knocked on the cabin door again, impatiently clearing his throat. The prince was not accustomed to waiting. Finally, after what felt like minutes, he heard footsteps on the other side of the door.

“Who is it?”

It was a feminine voice, soft and treacly. Sweet. The prince could barely hear her over the punishing wind.

“Y-yes, hello. My name is…” the prince paused, perhaps a moment too long, “Cal. Cal Speltz. I’m afraid I’m a little lost and this storm is… — I was hoping my horse and I could wait it out here, if that’s alright. I promise, we’ll take off as soon as the storm passes.”

He waited for a response but none came. The prince wondered if the woman inside had heard him. Out of the corner of his eye, the prince saw a shadow pass by the window. Was the woman watching him?

Suddenly the door opened and the breath caught in the prince’s throat. The first thing he noticed was the sheer size of her. The woman was taller than any warrior he’d ever known, easily eight feet tall, if not taller. Now, Prince Theo wasn’t all that short, but standing before her in the doorway now, he felt positively puny. She was plump, bordering on round, each fleshy thigh thicker than his torso. She wore a ruffled, low-cut baby blue dress that left very little to the imagination, her abundant cleavage straining against the soft fabric. Her breasts were gigantic, bigger than some wine barrels, swelling and heaving as she breathed, nearly threatening to spill out of her top. Theo was sure that, should the woman sneeze or trip, there’d be no keeping them contained. What a sight that would be, he thought. With such proportions, Theo couldn’t understand how the woman kept herself upright, yet somehow she seemed to manage. Her hands were plump and soft looking, the pads of her fingertips flushed in a pinkish hue. She looked down and smiled at him, her thick lips parting to reveal a row of neat, white teeth, as she brushed away a strand of the dark, red hair that framed her round and friendly face.

“H-huh — ahem — hello…” the prince said, bowing his head deferentially. It felt a little unnatural, bowing to a commoner, however uncommon she appeared. He heard her giggle above him, a sweet, musical little titter, and he felt his cheeks burn.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, raising her hand to her mouth in what seemed like embarrassment, “I don’t mean to laugh. It’s just — I don’t get many visitors out here, certainly not one as polite as you. What did you say your name was, again?”

“Cal. Cal Speltz,” he said, looking up at her. He was deliberately looking her in the eye, careful to not get caught staring at her expansive chest. Theo extended his hand for her to shake and nearly jumped when she took it in hers. Her hand almost swallowed his whole, the fingers and palm remarkably soft. In his experience, only royals had such soft, uncalloused hands. Also notable was the warmth of her touch. Were it only a few degrees colder, prince Theo imagined her hands might steam in the outdoor air.

“Nice to meet you, Cal,” the woman smiled, “my name is Minnie.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“I can assure you, the pleasure is all mine.” Minnie looked past the young man before her to the horse nibbling on the grass a short distance away. “Is that your horse?”

“Yes,” the prince said, “if you’d like, I can —“

“Oh, don’t be silly,” Minnie said as she finally released his hand, which now felt quite cold in the open air upon leaving her grip. “I have a little stable just over there. I’ll walk him over.”

“Oh, that’s really not necessary, I can —“

“Nonsense,” Minnie insisted, bowing her head to slip out from beneath the doorway. “You’re my guest, after all. Besides, we wouldn’t want you to get lost again now would we? You just go on inside and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back in two shakes.”

Before Theo could protest, Minnie strode past him toward his horse, which now appeared little more than a foal beside her considerable bulk. Theo sniffed the air. Was that…peppermint he smelled? He watched as she took hold of Horace’s bridle and gently led him away. She noticed the prince watching her and motioned for him to enter.

“I’ll be right back. Go on inside and make yourself at home.”

And with that, she turned and walked off with his horse.


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It felt good to be beside a proper fire again. Theo hadn’t been much of a survivalist. The fires he’d built at camp since fleeing the palace had left something to be desired. He was well versed in matters of state, but barely knew how to saddle his own horse, much less set up camp. He could get a fire going, but not much of one, and even then the flame was scarcely strong enough to heat his breakfast. But now he was seated on a big, round, woven rug beside a real fireplace, warming his bones by the hearth. For the first time since leaving home, the prince felt his shoulders drop from beside his ears.

The cabin was larger than he’d anticipated from the outside. This made sense, after all, given the size of its occupant. The ground floor was a cozy little space. There was a kitchen to one side, with a potbelly stove and porcelain sink with a leaky faucet. Vegetables rested on a large, wooden cutting board the size of a knight’s shield, carrots, celery, mushrooms. He must have arrived as Minnie was preparing lunch. Across from the kitchen was a winding, wooden staircase, illuminated by a small window halfway between floors. Beside the front door was a black, antique writing desk, covered in papers and spilled ink, beneath which sat a large wicker basket full of what looked like…toys? There were stuffed elephants and bunnies and tigers (oh my) that you might find in the arms of a small child. In the corner by the fireplace was a large, plush, high-backed armchair, appropriately sized for it’s gargantuan owner. It was pink in color and nearly the size of the prince’s bed back home! Theo could imagine Minnie reading contentedly beside the fire, gently licking her pudgy finger before turning the page.

She’d been gone for some time now and Theo was getting worried. Not only did it not feel right to be sitting unattended in a stranger’s home, but he was worried for Horace. The rain was coming down in sheets now, practically falling sideways, and he hoped that Minnie had led him to the stables safely. Grunting, Theo stood up from the floor and wandered to the window. Looking through the glass, all Theo could see was trees and rain, the sky was dark as night before the sun had even set. The prince pursed his lips and sighed. Should he go out and look for them?

It was then that the prince noticed a framed picture on the wall. It was a small, watercolor illustration, the kind you might find in a storybook. In it, a matronly Mama Bunny sat in a plush, pink armchair, remarkably similar to the one beside the fireplace. In her lap was a happy baby bunny, positively tiny, trapped between her thighs. Theo took a step closer and squinted at the image. It was dark in the cabin, lit only by the fireplace and a few candles scattered throughout. Upon closer inspection, Theo realized that the Mama Bunny was tickling her baby bunny, teasing him hysteric. One hand firmly gripped his ankle while the other teased up and down his sole with a single, playful finger. The baby bunny, for his part, looked delighted, his eyes half-lidded from laughter as he struggled to maintain his composure, toes splayed in ticklish reverie. Theo couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something about this image that made his stomach feel…warm.

He was momentarily startled as Minnie walked back into the cabin, shutting the door behind her.

“Whoo! It’s really coming down,” she breathed, shaking some excess water off her hands. She was damp but not soaked, which was curious given how long she’d been in the storm without a cloak. “Good thing you found me, huh?”

“Yeah…good thing.” Theo said. Why was he suddenly so shy?

“Oh goodness me, you’re soaked!” Minnie exclaimed. “Why aren’t you sitting by the fire? We gotta get you dry and into some warm clothes!”

“Oh, that’s not - “

“Oh no, young man. You’re likely to catch your death if you stay in those wet clothes. Come, give them to me and I’ll get you into some fresh clothes while they dry.”

“Oh, really, that’s not necessary. I don’t want to be a bother. I’ll just wait until the rain - “

“You’ll be waiting a while then, I’m afraid. Storms like this come once every few years. I’d be surprised if it’s passed by dawn. So unless you’re intending to go back out there, you’d better make yourself comfortable. So…gimme.” She held out her hand expectantly, not unlike Fran used to do before he’d climb into his bath.

“Oh, y-you want me to…” he couldn’t even say it. “…Now?”

“Nothing I haven’t seen before, dear. Just give me your clothes and I’ll be right back with something a little more comfortable for you to wear.”

“Okay…” Theo reasoned that there was no getting around it. If he wanted to wait out the storm here it was probably best to stay on the bosomy giant’s good side. Besides, his damp clothes were settling uncomfortably on his frame, and a chill had begun to creep in now that he had stepped away from the fire. “C-could you turn around at least?”

“Certainly, sweetie.”

Minnie crossed her arms and turned around, humming a little tune while she waited for Theo to disrobe. Theo walked over to the armchair and took a seat. He had to jump a little to make it up and settled at the edge of the seat cushion, his feet dangling above the floor. He reached down and began trying to tease the knots of his boots apart with his fingertips. But he was having some difficulty and grimaced when the knots refused to give. The laces were wet and swollen from the rain, last tied at least two days prior. The prince grunted in frustration as he tried the other boot, but still the laces would not come loose.

“Let me try…”

Minnie was standing in front of him now. He hadn’t even heard her cross the room! She loomed over him now, smiling softly at him.

“No, I can…”

“It’s okay. Let me try…”

Minnie slowly lowered herself onto one knee and took Theo’s right foot in her hand. Nestled in her palm, his foot looked so small, fragile. Theo’s eyes widened as she effortlessly plucked the knot apart and gently removed the boot from his foot.

“Oh, thank you. Sorry, I-I don’t know why - “

“Shhh. No need to apologize. Some boys have trouble tying their shoes. Or, untying them, as the case may be. Hehehe.” She gave his socked foot a playful little squeeze. It felt good. Really good. Theo smiled, unable to help himself. “Okay,” Minnie said, patting her knee, “now the other one.”

Theo extended his left foot to her now. Within seconds Minnie had teased the knot apart and worried the boot off his foot.

“Now the socks…”

But before Theo could reach down and remove them himself, Minnie reached forward, curled her finger around the lip of both socks, and pulled them both off in one fluid motion. Theo extended both his legs in front of him and flexed his bare feet in the warm air of the cabin. Minnie’s eyes sparkled at the sight of his bare, pink soles.

“Oh my! What cute little feet you have, Cal! And so soft too! Curious…Not a callous on them. How long have you been on the road?”

Theo suddenly remembered where he was, who he was. If Minnie discovered his true identity, she could have him sent back to the palace for what he was sure was now a sizable reward. He pulled his feet back and crossed his arms, suddenly anxious.

“Oh, I didn’t mean anything by it, sweetie. Just about every boy has ‘little feet’ from where I’m standing. And there’s nothing wrong with a good foot care routine. I wasn’t trying to pry, I promise. Now, arms up!”

Without even thinking, Theo obediently raised his arms, only realizing he’d done it as Minnie pulled his shirt over his head. Suddenly he felt exposed, naked, even though he still had his trousers on.

“W-wait!”

Minnie stopped, already standing up with his shirt and socks bundled under the crook of her arm.

“Yes?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I-I can take my pants off myself.”

“Well, I should certainly hope so,” Minnie chuckled, “you’re a big boy after all.” She stepped back expectantly. “Now, chop chop! The sooner you’re out of those trousers the sooner we can get you all nice and cozy!”

Theo wiggled his butt to the end of the armchair cushion and looked down. It wasn’t a far drop, not really, but for whatever reason he was suddenly wary of jumping down.

“Need some help, dear?” Minnie asked, expectantly, ready to reach out and help him down.

“No. No I got it.”

Gently, slowly, Theo eased himself down from the armchair. He turned around so as to face the armchair and braced himself by his arms as he lowered his feet toward the ground. They were still a few inches off the ground when he finally felt safe enough to let go.

“Oh, such a good job! Look at my little explorer!”

To be talked to in such a manner made the prince feel funny. He was unaccustomed to being addressed with such forwardness and familiarity. Nobody was allowed to talk to the prince like this!

“Hey, you can’t - “

“Can’t what?” She was all smiles but there was a slight edge to her voice. Now back on the ground, Minnie seemed to loom ever larger before him. Theo swallowed. He’d forgotten himself. As far as she was concerned, he was just a weary traveler. Best keep it that way.

“Nothing…” he sighed, unbuckling his belt. He let his trousers fall to the floor and carefully stepped out of them.

Bending down, Minnie took his pants in her hand and bundled it with the rest of his wet laundry.

“Very good! Now, I’ll be right back with some fresh clothes for you to wear while we let these dry. Be right back!” With that, Minnie climbed the stairs, her feet thudding against the thick, wooden stairs with every step she took.

There the prince stood, nearly naked save for his underwear, in a strange woman’s house. The stone floor felt cold beneath his feet and the fireplace cast shadows over his bare chest. He crossed his arms and put one foot on top of the other, like a child that needed to pee. He felt so small, so vulnerable. Theo didn’t know what to do. He dared not follow Minnie upstairs, although he was terribly curious about what could be on the floor above. And so he stood there, waiting, scarcely able to breathe as he awaited the return of the friendly giantess.

Minutes passed before Minnie returned, a small red cloth folded in her hands.

“Hope I didn’t keep you waiting,” she smiled. “It’s not much but I think this will do for now.” She held the garment by the ends and unfurled it before the exposed boy. It was a red onesie, soft-looking and pilly in spots. Theo couldn’t believe it. This was something a toddler would wear! Such a garment wasn’t suitable for a grown man, much less the prince.

“You don’t like it,” Minnie frowned, reading the clear dissatisfaction on Theo’s face. “I know it’s not ideal but…well, to be honest I don’t have many things here in your size…”

She smiled bashfully at her little joke, and Theo found himself smiling in response.This was true, the prince supposed. It was unreasonable to expect a woman of her stature to have suitable clothes for him. In fact, it was a small miracle she had anything at all.

This was a lesson, Theo told himself. He couldn’t expect people to accommodate him at all times. All he ever wanted was to be treated like everyone else, right? It would be silly to make a stink about it, especially when Minnie had been more than accommodating, if a little forward. But still, the indignity of wearing such an infantile garment did not sit well with him. He supposed it was better than waiting around in his underwear, but if anyone ever heard a word of this…

No, that was ridiculous. Nobody knew he was here, and Minnie didn’t even know who he was. As far as she knew, he was just a wayward soul who needed shelter.

And so Theo accepted the garment and turned it over in his hands. There weren’t any footies — at least he’d be spared that indignity. Small red buttons began at the neck and ended just below the navel. There was a small hole in the right armpit, but otherwise seemed to be comfortable and in reasonable enough condition.

“Now, you get yourself dressed and I’ll fetch us some supper. Wait right there…”

Minnie walked over to the kitchen while Theo fussed with the buttons of the onesie. One by one he popped them open, top to navel, and stepped inside. He pushed his bare feet through the narrow leg holes and buttoned himself back up. He had to admit, it was quite comfortable. The fabric was already warm — from Minnie’s body heat, he assumed — and fit him like a glove. Did he feel a little ridiculous? Sure. But this was the most comfortable the prince had felt since his father died, and he supposed there were worse things than spending a night in the home of a busty giantess.

Though her back to turned to him, Minnie continued to speak to Theo while she busied herself in the kitchen.

“Oh! I never asked. Where are you headed?”

“Oh, uh…” he could be honest about this much, surely. “I’m not really sure.”

“Wanderlust, huh?”

“Something like that.”

“Where are you coming from?”

Theo paused. He really should have been better prepared for such questions.

“Uh, a little village near the coast. Tellouski.” It was the first place that came to mind.

“Oh my! That’s quite a journey for someone as young as you. Good for you for making it this far.”

“Well…I don’t know. It’s not THAT arduous…”

“But to make it all by yourself? With nobody to protect you, no one you can rely on to take care of you…you must be a very brave boy.”

He didn’t like to admit it but to hear such praise felt…good. She was right, he thought. He’d really made it quite far all by himself. Even a year ago, making such a trek alone would have been unthinkable to Theo. He felt his chest subtly swelling with pride at Minnie’s praise.

“Well, I don’t know about ‘brave’ but…yeah, it hasn’t been easy.”

“I can only imagine…”

Minnie stood at the kitchen counter, ladling a steaming serving of broth into a clay bowl. In her hands it was about the size of a cereal bowl, but in actuality it was closer to cauldron size. She turned around, cupping the steaming bowl in her hands, and beamed.

“Suppertime!” She chirped.

“Wait,” Theo started, “where’s my bowl?”

“Why, this is your bowl, silly! There’s plenty enough in here for both of us.”

“I…I don’t underst-?”

“Well, I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” Minnie said, crossing the room to her armchair, “but you’re a little…well, little.” She let it hang there as she took her seat, careful not to spill a drop as she settled. “Comparatively, of course.” She smiled.

“My utensils,” she gestured, holding her spoon aloft, “are simply too big for you to use. See?”

Minnie leaned forward, bending at the waist to hold the spoon out to the young man. As she did so, her breasts squeezed together, once again threatening to spill out over her top. Theo’s eyes grew wide as saucers. He had a sudden and intrusive thought, wanting nothing more than to wedge himself between those two fleshy, gargantuan breasts. He wasn’t so little that he’d get lost inside. Oh, no. Theo estimated that he could rest between them comfortably. He bet it was warm in there. Soft. Safe.

“Cal?”

It took a moment for it to register. Theo wasn’t accustomed to responding to that alias. He snapped out of his trance, instantly embarrassed to have been caught starting.

“S-s-so sorry, I-I…”

Minnie giggled, amused, causing her breasts to jiggle and bounce, once more threatening to pop out. Somehow, either through magic or spectacular tailoring, they did not.

“Nothing to apologize for sweetie. Most boys can’t help but stare. I take it as a compliment. But as I was saying, the spoon…”

Theo looked at the spoon, held before in the giantess’ open palm. She was right, it was far too big for him to use. It was the size of a sword and likely twice as heavy. Even if he could summon the upper body strength to lift it, he doubted he’d be able to raise it to his mouth, or even reach the food itself.

“Oh. I see. Okay. So then how am I supposed to eat?”

Again Minnie giggled, and again Theo was entranced by the bouncing of her pillowy breasts.

“Well, I’m gonna feed you, silly!”

What? No. That was too much. Theo watched Minnie’s face, waiting for her to crack, to reveal the joke to him. But she didn’t. She wasn’t joking.

“You’re - come on. No.”

“No?” She almost sounded amused by the idea that he could refuse her.

“You — you must have something else you could pour it into! Don’t you have a thimble or something that’s…mug-sized to me?”

Minnie just sighed and shook her head.

“Thimbles have holes in them, sweetie. You’d just get my delicious soup alllll over yourself.” She was talking down to him, pityingly, like a child. “You’ve never had to mend a shirt, have you? That’s unusual for someone your age.”

Was that true? Theo wasn’t sure. His whole life he’d had a dozen maids on standby ready to darn his socks and patch up his tunics. But what about the people who didn’t have maids? Did they just…fix it themselves? They must. Of course they must! Was Theo this inept, this out of step with the world? The prince was suddenly embarrassed, confronted by just how little he truly knew of the world. He furrowed his brow as he felt his cheeks flush for what must have been the umpteenth time that day.

Within a moment his embarrassment had transmuted into rage. It wasn’t his fault. It was his father’s fault, the court’s. They kept him from the world and the world from him. He’d missed out on so much, lost years, decades he could not get back. Suddenly he felt his throat tightening, his tear ducts constricting. Dear god, was he tearing up?

Theo quickly looked away, not wishing for Minnie to see him cry. He looked around the room, desperate to find something, anything that he might be able to use as a bowl or cup. But he couldn’t spot a thing.

“Come, think nothing of it. There’s plenty of room for both of us up here. It can be our little secret,” Minnie offered, patting her lap invitingly. “Besides, you must be sooooo hungry. You’re such a skinny boy. I can tell you’re not eating enough. I promise, a little bit of this and you’ll feel right as rain.”

It was true, Theo was hungry. Only now could he smell the soup, still steaming in the bowl. It smelled…delicious. Theo’s stomach gurgled. It had been quite some time since he’d had a decent meal. The places he’d stopped at along the way didn’t compare to the palace kitchens, and Theo was about as experienced a chef as he was a seamstress.

“I can’t have my guest eating dinner on the floor! I’d never forgive myself.” Minnie sent ripples through her thighs as she patted them once again. Theo had to admit, it did look very inviting up there. “Come on. Up up.” She set the bowl on the arm of the chair and held her hands out invitingly.

Theo grumbled under his breath but stepped forward nonetheless. He was prepared to jump back up onto the chair himself, so he was taken by surprise when he felt Minnie’s hands slide under his arms and lift him up into her lap. It was a very strange sensation. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had picked him up, when he last felt so small. But he was comfortable, he had to admit.

The prince was seated atop her thighs, leaning back against her breasts. If it weren’t for her dress holding them in check they might have swallowed him whole. Instead he was suddenly aware of their extraordinary softness, the true size of them, the heft. He could feel their heat warming his back and the ways they jiggled in response to his slightest movement. Her lap was also soft, but in the way that the princes’ palace mattress was soft. Soft, supportive, yet firm in all the right ways. It took him a moment, but Theo was able to adjust and find a comfortable seated position in Minnie’s lap.

Minnie sighed contentedly and kissed the top of his head.

“See? Isn’t that better?”

It had happened so fast it took a moment to register. Did she just…?

She had. Minnie had kissed the top of the prince’s head. He didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t angry, exactly. That wasn’t it. It was just so unexpected, so…tender. Did he…like it?

As he considered this, Minnie dipped her spoon into the bowl of soup. The broth was white, creamy and rich. Theo could make out bits of potato and leek, carrots and mushrooms. His stomach gurgled again.

“Now, time for your num nums…” Minnie sing-songed as she brought the spoon to Theo’s lips. He frowned at her, unamused.

“I’m only teasing,” Minnie giggled, “it’s just funny seeing you get all worked up! Your little face gets so red…”

“Hey…c-come on…” Theo was alarmed at how small he sounded, how vulnerable. But sitting in the lap of a gentle giantess tended to have that effect on people.

“I’m sorry. I’ll stop. Here. Come on, sit up.”

With one hand, Minnie repositioned Theo on her lap, balancing him atop her knee as she brought the spoon to his lips once more. God, it smelled good. Theo leaned forward, brought his lips to the rim of the spoon, and supped.

It was without a doubt the most delicious thing the young prince had ever tasted. Rich and flavorful and hearty. Theo couldn’t contain his enthusiasm and let out a surprised, “Mmm!”

“Oooh, I think he likes it.”

Theo nodded as he swallowed. He could feel the creamy broth warming his esophagus on the way down, a rejuvenating heat. Theo hadn’t realized he was this hungry and immediately leaned back in for more. Minnie giggled, clearly pleased at this result.

“Good boy. Eat up…”

Theo was inhaling the stuff now, practically face down in the spoon. This was exactly what he needed after such an arduous ride. He wondered if Minnie would let him take some with him when he set off in the morning. But the morning seemed so far away now.

Before he knew it, Theo had drank all the soup in the spoon. He’d made a little bit of a mess. There was soup all over his mouth and chin. There was even a little spot of it in his eyebrow.

“Silly boy made a mess, didn’t he?” Minnie said, almost to herself, as she set the bowl aside. She dabbed at his face with a perfumed handkerchief, humming softly. Theo for his part did not resist her. He had to admit, even if only to himself, that it was kind of nice to have someone doting on him. He hadn't exactly been thriving out there on his own. He would get the hang of it, surely, But this was a nice oasis for now. He heard himself sigh contentedly as he felt Minnie’s hand bracing his back, gently tickling it with her nails. It felt so, so good. It gave him the good kind of shivers. Theo couldn’t remember the last time he let his guard down like this.

Minnie dipped the spoon back into her bowl, this time feeding herself a spoonful.

“That’s delicious, thank you,” Theo said as he wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb. “What’s in it?”

Minnie swallowed her spoonful and prepared another one for Theo.

“Hmm, well…there’s potato, and carrots, and celery, and mushrooms, and leeeeeks…” she raised the spoon to his lips once again as he leaned in for more. “…and cream.”

There was something about the way she said it. Theo swallowed another mouthful of soup and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Cream?”

Minnie nodded, watching patiently as Theo went back in for more. “Oh yes. It’s something of a specialty, actually. You see, I’m a Milk Maiden.”

Theo furrowed his brow as he greedily slurped another mouthful of Minnie’s delicious broth.

“A milk maid?”

“Not exactly,” Minnie chuckled, shaking her head. “No, a Milk Maiden. Well, that’s one title I respond to, anyway. I’ve been called a wet nurse, a Nana, a holstaur — and by a very lucky few…Mommy.”

twitch…

No, wait…did Theo hear her right? There was a lot to process there but a few things stood out. ‘Holstaur’ being one. Theo looked up at Minnie again. There they were. He hadn’t seen them before because they were almost the same color as her hair, but sure enough, upon closer inspection he could make out the curved bull horns crowning her head. Before he could say a word Minnie leaned over him, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she smiled.

“You don’t remember me, do you my prince?”

My prince? Shit. She knew???

As if reading his mind, Minnie rubbed his back reassuringly and let slip a treacly little laugh. If there had been any doubt about his identity on her part, it was his response that clinched it.

“I knew it from the moment I saw you. Oh, I never forget a face. Don’t worry, no one will ever know you were here. It can be just another one of our little secrets.”

He should have been terrified, had every right to panic. Here he was, the rightful king, far from home, sitting in the lap of maternal giantess and completely at her mercy. Suddenly, it all seemed so very silly. Of course she recognized him. The princes face was plastered on propaganda posters all over the kingdom. Pretty soon he'd be on their money. The idea that he could flee the palace and make his way through the world anonymously was a big joke. If Theo had any sense at all he’d make a run for it, flee back to to safety of the palace. Hell, he’d almost certainly just ingested holstaur milk. This was bad. Really bad.

And yet…

Theo was calm. He couldn’t understand why. Was this a side effect of drinking holstaur milk? Minnie had made him almost instantly, had him literally eating out of her hands. This was serious cause for alarm.

And yet…

And yet Theo did not feel under threat. If anything, it complicated his feelings further. Minnie could've turned him in by now if she’d wanted. It would explain her prolonged absence after she left with his horse. But Theo wasn't getting that impression. He looked at her face and saw nothing but calm and loving patience. If anything, this disclosure made him trust her more. She was shooting straight with him. He'd been the one acting duplicitously. From the moment he met her, all Minnie had done was clothe and feed and care for him as if he were her own. Again, as though she were reading his mind, Minnie began gently tickling his back again, tracing the tips of her fingers over his shoulders and down his spine. He was practically melting under her touch now.

“Shhhh, it’s okay. I’ve got you. Little boys are always safe with Minnie the Milk Maiden…”

Theo felt drunk. He certainly felt full, and knew that he was minutes away from falling into a sort of post-dinner stupor of a kind he was intimately familiar with after years of attending feasts. Theo tried to figure out just how much soup he drank. Judging by the size of the spoon, and the number of spoonfuls he ingested, Theo realized that he probably ingested close to 2 liters of the stuff. Unable to stifle it, Theo yawned.

Minnie smiled as she observed that Theo was blinking a little more slowly.

“What are you doing all the way out here, my prince? What is a lost little boy like you doing so far from home? Can you tell me? Hmm? I promise I won't tell a soul.”

Suddenly, Theo realized that he's hardly spoken to another soul in days. In fact, he’d be surprised if he'd said, maybe 100 words since his father died. Then it just poured out of him, all at once. He told her about his childhood, his nanny, the palace, the arranged marriages, his father's death. He told her everything. By the time the prince had finished recounting it all, he had tears in his eyes.

“My poor baby!” Minnie cooed. “I’m so sorry. Oh you poor thing. You’ve been going through a great deal, haven’t you?”

Theo nodded, sniffling as his lower lip trembled. In an instant, Minnie embraced the prince and pulled him into a hug, making sure to squish the hapless young man’s head between her mammoth-sized breasts.

Theo suddenly found himself consumed by a warm, fleshy softness. Her breasts were covering his ears and lord knows he couldn’t see a thing. It was sensory deprivation via Holstaur. For a minute, all was dark. All was quiet. And for the first time in what felt like years, Theo felt his brain click off. A warm fuzzy cloud filled his brain with pleasant thoughts of bliss. And it was bliss. And through all of the beautiful, dreamy nothing that can be found between oblivion and the sublime…he could hear Minnie’s heart beat.

Ba-dum…Ba-dum…Ba-dum…

Theo felt his body slowly thaw, could feel all of the tension that he’d been holding in his muscles, in his jaw, just leak out of him like air from an old balloon.

And then…without even realizing it…Theo gave the inside of Minnie’s left breast the tiniest…gentlest kiss.

It was over far too soon. The prince found himself pulled from that beautiful space, his eyes crossing briefly as they were once more exposed to light, utterly stupefied.

Before his eyes could even focus, Minnie began peppering his face with rapid-fire kisses and Theo found himself overwhelmed, giggling and kicking his feet as Minnie held him out before her like a doll. He was having the time of his life. For the first time in…ever, he felt…unburdened.

“There’s that smile!” Minnie grinned. “There’s my happy little man! Where did Mr. Grumps go? Huh? Where did he go?”

“Hehehehehehehehehehehehehe Mihihihihihihinnnnieeeeeeee!”

“Oh you have such a beautiful little laugh! I bet there’s more where that came from…gimmethosegiggles!”

At that, Minnie pulled him close and pressed her face into his belly, shaking her head back and forth as she went, “Om nom nom nom nom nom!“

Theo squealed in delight, wriggling in his busomy minder’s grasp. It wasn’t so much her mouth that tickled but her nose, which poked and prodded at his sensitive tummy. The sound effects just enhanced the sensation, making him even giddier. The prince couldn’t remember the last time he had this much fun.

“Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe…noooohohohohohohohoooo! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

“Such a happy widdle giggler! Oh my stars. If I were your nanny I’d just tickle you all day long. Why, you’d be the happiest little prince there is, wouldn’t you? Is this how old miss Frannie would do it? Huh? Is it? Oh I bet she just loved your little giggles. I bet she could realllllly push your buttons, couldn’t she? Oh I bet she did. Tell me something, sweetpea, does this bring back any memories?”

Minnie swiftly took ahold of Theo’s arms in one large hand and held them above his head, holding him upright him so that his feet were just barely able to touch her thighs. Theo took the brief reprieve to catch his breath. But he wasn’t able to enjoy it for long. Theo’s eyes went wide when he saw Minnie extend her index finger and begin curling it toward him, up and down.

“No…”

“Oh, it’s coming…” Minnie teased, her tensing finger growing closer and closer to the little hole in the underarm of the prince’s pajamas. “The giggle worm heard that there’s a very special little boy caught in her tickle trap today.”

“N-nooohohoho…” Theo was dancing on his tippy toes as he watched the dreaded finger of doom draw near. If he wanted to he could suspend his entire bodyweight from the hand that held his arms above his head, there was no pulling them free. Suddenly he was a little boy again being teased at bath time. Minnie hadn’t even touched him yet and he was already giggling. “Eeehehehehe….”

“There’s no hiding from the giggle worm. She’d gonna crawl into the little hidey hole and make you laff. Do you know why?”

The finger was drawing closer. Already the prince was hopping from foot to foot, overcome with premature giggles. “Wh-whihihiy?”

“Because she knows your silly little secret…” Minnie smiled.

“Wh-ha-hat see-he-cret?” The finger was only a few inches away now, pointed right at the little hole in his PJ’s. Goosebumps ran down his spine as Minnie leaned in real close and whispered…

“That you love this.”

In a flash her finger darted into the little hole and Theo briefly lost his mind. The finger was so soft and deft in its movements, gently rubbing up against the sensitive little hollow and inching down to his upper ribs. Ticklish signals shot through the poor prince’s overloaded brain, causing him to giggle and sputter as he tried to pull his trapped arms free to no avail. All he could do was dance around in the matron’s lap, twisting this way and that as Minnie’s exploratory finger drove him mad.

“Aaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Noooohohohohohohohoooo! M-Mihihihinnnnieeeeeeeeeee! Stahahahahahahap!”

“Stop! Stawp? But my prince, this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Minnie asked, swirling the wispy hair of his ticklish underarm with her devastating, persistent finger. It was remarkable to her just how sensitive the prince was. One could topple the throne with one little finger and a few choice words if they wanted to.

“No cares, no boring responsibilities. No, I think you love it. You loved your tickle time with your nanny, didn’t you? You liked the way she’d tease you, and pamper you, and tiiiickle you. I bet you’d act out just so she’d play ‘tickle’ with you some more, didn’t you? Oh baby boy, your cheeks are so pink! There’s no keeping secrets from me. Minnie knows what her boy needs. Just hours and hours of playtime, squealing and laffffffing as you do your little tickle dance for Mommy…”

twitch…twitch…

Did she just call herself….?

If she did it was lost in the steady stream of laughter that was erupting from the babbling prince. He couldn’t hold onto a single thought for very long, each new train of thought was very quickly interrupted by thoughts of Minnie’s prodding finger. Tears were forming in the prince’s eyes. He didn’t think he was still this ticklish. Theo assumed he’d grown out of it, or had maybe become less sensitive over the years. He was wrong. His cheeks burned again, as much in embarrassment as mirth, as he hopped from foot to foot, helpless to avoid the soft finger drawing peals of helpless laughter from him.

“W-wa-hahahahahahahahahahait! Wahahahahahahaaaaait! M-mihihihihinnnieeeeeeee! Plehehehehehehase! Stahahahahahahap! I-ihihihiiiii neeeeheheheheeeeed….nnnnnn….”

“What you need is someone to take care of you. You need someone who can plaaaayyyy with you, and feeeeeed you, and tiiiiickle you. Someone who knows what the prince needs. Someone who knows what’s best. You need…a mommy.”

twitch…

Minnie wasn’t slowing down, she had the vulnerable young prince right where she wanted him. She switched tactics, switching from rubbing and scratching at his tender little hollow to poking at his exposed torso. She poked his belly, she poked his ribs, she poked his other underarm, always making sure to switch up her timing so that Theo could never anticipate the next ticklish prodding. Even between pokes he was giggling his head off, dancing around the giantess’ thighs as his hands remained restrained above his laughing head. It was only a matter of time now…

“What if your nanny could see you now? Oh what a sight you must be! The prince, heir to the throne, trapped in my lap being tickled like a baby. Do you think she would be disappointed in you? Do you think she’s embarrassed for you? Or…do you think she’d want to join in? I bet she hasn’t lost a step. I bet if she got your hands on you right now you’d just revert to that happy little boy again. Just like you’re doing now…”

“Nnnneeeeheheheheheheheheeeeeee! Ihihihihihihihihim ahahahahaha bihihihigggg bohohohohohoooooy! Ihihihihihi’mmm ahaha bihihihihiiiiigggg bohohohooooy!”

“If you’re such a big boy then just pull your arms down. Come on. Show me. Try. Awwww, whatsa matter? Big strong pwince can’t pull his arms free? Well then that can only mean one thing then. You’re not a big boy at all…”.

How could she know what - had he told her exactly what his nanny used to say? The prince would never know for sure, all he knew was that it made him feel even smaller, even more ticklish. With renewed desperation, the prince tried to pull his hands free, but it was all for naught. All he could do was flex his hands a little inside the imprisoning softness of his captors hands.

“Y-ah!-yeheheheheheheessssss ihihihihi ahahahahahhaammmmm!”

“Nuh uh uhhhhh….you’re Mommy’s…tiiiiickllllish…liiiiiittle…boyyyyyy…and you know what happens to ticklish little boys….”

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

“They do a little happy dance for mommy…”

twitch…

“Eeeehehehehehehehehehehehheeeeee”

Suddenly the tickles stopped, not that Theo was complaining. Yes, it was fun, but he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. He had a thought — although one that was very quiet and far away — wondering if the storm had passed. But thoughts of the storm, of leaving, of anything outside this room, were quickly replaced by his body’s desperate need for oxygen.

As Theo sucked some much-needed air into his lungs, he heard Minnie let out a little gasp.

“Oh…my prince…”

Theo could feel it before he saw it. He’d been so distracted by the tickles and teases that he’d been completely oblivious to the growing situation down below. The tent in his pajamas was trembling, bouncing and straining against the cottony fabric, which only served to elicit fresh erotic sensations as his aroused member rubbed against it.

“O-oh…oh no…I-I’m…”

Theo wanted to crawl into a hole and never emerge. This was, perhaps, the most embarrassing moment of his life. For a brief moment his senses returned to him. What was he doing here? How had he allowed himself to be coerced into this position? But this fleeting moment of lucidity was quickly overridden by a wave of all encompassing shame. It was bad enough that he had fallen prey to Minnie’s charms, but now he had to suffer the indignity of an inopportune erection in front of a stranger. His first impulse was to pull his arms down, to cover himself, but Minnie kept him firm. He was totally helpless and they both knew it. He could feel the lump forming in this throat. God, this was so embarrassing! He wouldn’t cry, he couldn’t…

“Aw, honey bunny, what’s the matter?”

Something in her voice, the sound of genuine concern, of care…that’s what did him in. He felt the hot tears leak from his eyes and hung his head in shame.

“I-I’m sowwwweeeeeey…”

“Oh little one! Don’t cry. It’s okay…mommy’s here…”

twitch…twitch…

Minnie’s eyes widened. That’s what she was looking for. At the utterance of the “M word” the princes cock had bounced. Minnie smiled and released Theo’s hands. Immediately they flew to his crotch, trying to cover himself. However, the feeling of his hands over his cock only served to arouse him further. His penis was so sensitive, even the gentle pressure of his hands resting on it was bringing him close to the edge.

“N-no…its…nngh…it’s not sniffle it’s not right…”

“Oh, honey bunny…come here…”

The prince once again found himself being swept up in Minnie’s arms, wrapped in a busomy hug. In an instant Theo found his face pressed into Minnie’s chest again, his tear stained cheeks nuzzling into the soft globes that had swallowed his head once more. Almost instinctively, the prince nuzzled his head deeper into that inviting softness, wiping his tears on her warm and creamy skin. He just wanted to disappear, to melt into her and stay in that dark, comforting nothingness forever. Theo’s body trembled as he felt Minnie’s hand start stroking his hair comfortingly. Without him even realizing it — though not lost on Minnie — the prince had begun to buck his hips ever so gently, rubbing his throbbing cock against Minnie’s chest. Perhaps it was his imagination but he could have sworn he heard a contented chuckle rumble up from deep within Minnie’s diaphragm as she felt his body buck into hers.

Minnie pulled him away from her chest and cradled him in her arms, gently rocking him to and fro as he wiped his eyes and snuggled into her embrace. He was still rock hard, a small dark pinprick of precum had stained the end of his tent.

“Oh god…he groaned,” moving again to cover himself. But Minnie gently batted his hands away and quickly tickled his tummy with her fingers, cooing at him affectionately all the while.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, little one. It’s only natural, after all. Little boys tend to make leakies when they get all worked up like this…so no frowning allowed!

Theo was helpless to keep her tickling fingers away. All he could do was giggle and bounce in the crook of her arm as she pacified him with more tickles.

“Ehehehehe…stahahahap!”

Minnie’s hand retreated and wandered up to her chest. She began idly stroking her right breast, her fingers tracing up and down the neckline of her dress. Theo watched her fingers, mesmerized by their movements as her breasts once again threatened to spill forth over her top. His face was right beside them now, he could make out every freckle and blue vein beneath her porcelain white skin. Was he…drooling?

“You really don’t remember, do you?” Minnie mused, never once ceasing the absent movement of her hand across her chest. Up and down, up and down. She smiled when she saw the that the prince’s eyes were fixed upon her fingertips, following them intently as she spoke.

Oh yeah…Minnie had mentioned something about that.

“W-we’ve met before?” Theo asked. His voice sounded so small and far away. Only this time the smallness didn’t alarm him. It almost felt…right.

“Oh yes,” Minnie said as she smiled down at the infantilized prince in her arms. “Don't worry, I'm not offended that you don't remember me. It was a very long time ago and you were so, so little back then.”

“I was the milk maiden of Paleriver Village, where I worked for the governor’s family a very long time. I nursed their children, generations of them. They treated me well for most of it. There was one advisor who took a dislike to me but…” Minnie smiled, reminiscing, “…well, he learned his place.”

“Then, once summer, our village hosted a tournament. Nearly three weeks of feasting and games and revelry. You and your father were our guests of honor, I believe your mother had passed the summer before.”

Theo frowned at the memory but Minnie quickly moved on. His eyes were still watching her wandering fingers, which had now begun to dip beneath the fabric that held her prodigious bosom prisoner. Just a fingertip here and there, slipping under the fabric before slipping back out again. Theo was transfixed, his hips subtly bucking as she spoke.

“I still remember when you arrived. I was standing with the governor and his family, holding his daughter in my arms. Your father had arrived on a white horse, looking very serious, projecting strength. You had followed in a carriage behind him with one of your tutors. It must have been the first time you ever left the palace. Everything was so new and unfamiliar to you. I still remember the look on your face, so frightened, so lost. And your tutor didn’t even seem to notice. Or maybe he didn’t care. It made my blood boil to see such a scared little boy being left to fend for himself, all alone with no one to care for him. Why it just made me - oh…”

Minnie looked down in mock surprise. Theo followed the path of her eyes to see that a dark blue stain had bloomed from her nipple, just inches from his head. All of a sudden the prince was aware of just how dry his lips were, how long it had been since he’d had a drink.

Minnie giggled.

“See, little one, even mommies get leakies too…when milk maidens feel strong emotions it can cause us to produce more…cream…”

With that, she gently slipped her hand under the neckline of her dress and slowly coaxed her right breast free.

“Ahh…there we go,” Minnie sighed with relief, “…was getting a little tight there for a second.”

There it was, the size of a boulder but soft as butter. No longer constrained by the fabric of her dress, her breast seemed to swell and double in size, spilling forth to now press against the side of the prince’s cheek. Her nipple was by his mouth, ruddy-pink in color, the areola surrounded by little freckles that almost looked like hearts. Theo’s mouth began to water as Minnie began to draw slow, sensuous circles around her nipple with her index finger, talking all the while.

“I remember you were terribly homesick. Why, you barely touched your dinner at the arrival feast. We stayed in the same wing of the castle, do you know that? You kept having nightmares. I could hear your little whimpers from down the hall. Gosh, even just thinking about it now makes me -“

A tiny pearl of milk formed on her nipple, no larger than a drop of rain. Theo’s eyes widened at the sight of it. Without thinking, his hands and begun to wander downward. It’s not that he was touching himself. No, that would have been improper. Bad. But to maintain plausible deniability, instead the prince simply placed his hands on his lap. He was bucking into his resting hands, turning this way and that, trembling from the terrible pleasure that was building inside him.

“I just couldn’t stand it. Such a poor little boy, so far from home, with no one to care for him.”

Without saying anything of it, Minnie gently reached out and moved Theo’s hands away from his lap. He whimpered, in protest, not resistance. God he was horny. He’d never experienced anything like this before. And he didn’t want it to stop. And so he did as Minnie wished, and kept his hands at his sides. It took quite a bit of effort. His erection was now freely dribbling precum, the stain at the tip of his PJ’s growing ever larger as Minnie told her tale.

“And so I crept down the hall, just to see if you were alright. I crept to your bedchamber door and placed my ear against it. You were half asleep, no longer crying, just repeating the same phrase over and over again as you drifted off la la land.”

Theo felt Minnie’s finger gently trace his jaw before cupping his chin in her hand and guiding him to meet her gaze.

“Do you remember what it was?”

He knew exactly what she was talking about but he dared not say it. Though he was forced to look directly at her, Theo tried to glance away with just his eyes.

But Minnie was prepared for that. Minnie was prepared for everything.

“Look at mommy.”

Zip! The prince’s eyes shot right back to Minnie’s smiling face.

“Say it. Go on. It’ll be our little secret.”

The words just came out, slipping between his lips in an awed but shameful whisper.

“I want my mommy…”

Upon uttering those words something cracked open within the prince. Whatever feelings of embarrassment or shame he felt were overcome by waves of intense arousal and emotional relief. It felt both obvious and wrong, but as the pleasure trickled from behind his ears to the top of his cock, the prince suddenly found himself in a state of rapture.

“Good boy. Say it again.”

“I want my mommy.” A little louder this time.

“That’s my good boy. Again.”

“I want my mommy.” He was bucking pitifully, all the while obediently keeping his hands at his side. Like a good boy.

“Again.”

“I want my mommy!” The statement had devolved into a desperate, needy whine. “Please. Pleeeeeeeease. I want my mommy. Mommy…please mo-“

His pleas were interrupted as Minnie popped her nipple into his open mouth. Surprise flickered across his face before being replaced by a happy, dreamy smile.

“Sssshhhh. That’s enough. Suckle. Mommy’s here…”

She didn’t even have to ask. The moment Minnie’s nipple entered the prince’s mouth cream had been coursing down his throat. It was warm and sweet, lulling him into a dreamy state of relaxation. Though he’d just eaten not that long ago, Theo suckled hungrily from her breast, his eyes half-lidded in a blissful haze.

“That’s mommy’s good boy. That’s right. Drink up…”

Minnie began deftly unbuttoning the front of the prince’s PJ’s. Gently parting them, Minnie smiled as she watched the hapless prince fill his belly with her milk. Gently she pulled the PJ’s down - only a little bit - to let his cock spring free. Theo mewled with pleasure, milk leaking from the corners of his mouth as his body quaked with renewed arousal.

“It’s just not fair…” Minnie breathed as she ran her hand over his aching cock, just lightly pitter-pattering her fingers along the underside of his shaft, “to ask so much of such a little boy…”

“Unnngggfff…..”

Theo’s mind was being bombarded with signals and sensations he could barely comprehend. It was sensory overload. The warmth of her milk, the taste of it, the sound of her honeysuckle voice, and now a teasing tickle at his cock. The prince was going out of his mind, wanted to cry out, to scream…but then there’d be no more milk…and he couldn’t bear the thought of that. He was so thirsty…

“I don’t blame you for running away. All of those…adult responsibilities and boring grown-ups talking about nummmmbers and big words. No, no, no. That’s no place for a boy like you. Not my baby…”

Pitter-patter…pitter-patter…

This time she swept one finger along the underside of the head, prompting it dribble even more.

“Nnnmmmmffffff….hhhhmmpp….” The prince’s cock was bobbing and twitching in the air as he futilely bucked his hips in the air, aching for his mommy’s touch. The suckling had slowed, but Theo continued to lap and suckle on Minnie’s nipple, filling his belly with her delicious cream.

“You shouldn’t have to make all those biiiiig decisions. That’s such a heavy responsibility to put on such a sleepy little boy…”

She swiped her index finger along the top of his head, coating it in his juices. Then, delicately, she pressed the pad of her fingertip against the purple head of his cock and started lazily swirling it around and around.

“Unnnnnnnnpppppphhhhhh…..uuuuuuuuuumpppppp….” The prince may as well have been electrocuted. His body was quaking in a rapturous experience of lust. He clutched to his mommy’s breast, as much in desperation as in ecstasy, his eyes rolling back as he felt her finger swirling on the head of his cock.

“Wouldn’t it be nice if there was someone who could take care of all those big boy responsibilities for you? To take care of you? Wouldn’t you like someone else to make all those big, nasty decisions and sit in on alllllll those boring meetings for you? Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Theo was hardly listening anymore but he was present enough to know that he was being addressed. He nodded feverishly. Yes. Of course. Whatever mommy wants.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmnnnntttt….”

“I think so too. That way you’ll have so much more time to play…maybe I’ll see if Frannie is still kicking, have her keep you company…”

Wait, what did she - ?

Theo’s head fell back, Minnie’s nipple popping out of his mouth as she took his penis in a loose grip and began to tug.

Twice.

Theo’s eyes crossed and everything went white. He screamed but he didn’t hear it, instead deafened by the blood pounding in his ears. His whole body went taut, as though he’d been turned to stone. And then…nothing. Inky, dreamy oblivion. Bliss. Quiet. His body went limp, a puddle in Minnie’s lap. Theo wasn’t even sure if he was still breathing. Slowly but surely his senses came back to him. He was vaguely aware that Minnie was cleaning him up with a soft, fluffy towel that smelled like cinnamon, softly humming a lullaby all the while. He felt her arms slide under his body and lift him gently into the air as Minnie stood up from the couch. She placed his head on her shoulder and carried him toward the staircase.

“W…wh’re we go’n…?” Theo’s eyes were closed, nuzzling his cheek into his mommy’s shoulder.

“I’m showing you where you’ll sleep tonight.”

“N’t…tir’d…”

Minnie chuckled. Not tired. Sure.

“Hush…hush, baby boy. It’s nap time.”

Minnie climbed the stairs, carrying the drowsy prince safely in her arms.

“After all…you need your big boy rest. We have a big day tomorrow. It’s a very long ride back to the palace…”

What?

Theo opened his eyes just as they passed the stairway window. The afternoon sun was setting outside, casting a golden glow over the wet grass and shaken trees. But it wasn’t raining. Perhaps it hadn’t been for some time.

Maybe it was the clarity that often follows an explosive climax that did it, but Theo was suddenly aware that something was very, very wrong.

“Wait…the palace??”

“That’s right,” Minnie chirped as she reached the landing and carried the prince toward his bedroom. “You said so yourself, you want someone else to make all the big decisions for you. And that’s precisely what mommies are for!” She punctuated this chilling response by planting a tender kiss on the side of his head.

Had he said that? Theo wasn’t sure.

“And mommy’s made a very big decision indeed. Tomorrow we’re going to ride for the palace to announce our engagement. Then once I’m settled in you can just leave eeeeeverything to me and be the happy baby boy you’re meant to be!”

Engagement? Oh god, what had he done?

Panic.

“H-hey, wait. No! I didn’t - hey! Put me down! Let me go!”

Minnie simply chuckled as she opened the door to the bedroom. The room was elaborately dressed to look like a nursery. The walls were painted in bright colors and filled with a large collection of stuffed animals. In the corner was a counter with a sink and several drawers, each packed full of various tools that would drive any ticklish young man hysteric. But it was what was in the center of the room that really caught Theo’s attention.

“Ta-daaaa….”

It was a crib. A Theo-sized crib. The bars were painted white, thick and sturdy. Oak. The mattress was a smoky-orange color, the sheets baby blue. But even from his vantage point, Leo could see the loops and straps that were attached, where his head and arms would go.

The prince didn’t even bother asking. Immediately Theo started wriggling and squirming about, desperate to rid himself of Minnie’s grasp. But no matter how much he struggled and kicked he remained in the milk maiden’s arms.

“Nuh uh uhhh! Mustn't fuss…” Minnie chided.

She gently lowered him into the crib. Now instead of trying to rip himself from Minnie, he was clinging on for dear life. The bars were tall, too high for him to climb. If she put him in there…that was it. He’d be trapped.

“No! Stop! Please don’t! I-I-I command you to stop!”

But Minnie only giggled in response. It was too late. Theo felt the mattress of the crib rise to meet his feet and a pit in his stomach opened up. It was over. He was hers.

“No! Minnie, I - PLEASE!”

Minnie, never once letting go, maneuvered the prince onto his back, handily brushing away any attempt he made to free himself.

“I know, I know. Boys hate nap time. They want to stay up late with the grown ups. They never think they’re tired…but one little lullaby from mommy and they fall faaaast asleep.”

With an almost eerie calm, Minnie fastened the strap across his forehead, locking him snugly in place.

“I’ll - I’ll…”

Theo’s hands flew to the strap around his head but no matter how hard he tried to remove it, the strap held firm. It was so large and secure that he couldn’t manage the appropriate leverage from his position on the mattress. The prince had never seen such a binding, nor one made from such unfamiliar material. If he’d asked, Minnie would have told him it’s velcro’

It didn’t take much effort for Minnie to take ahold of one of his hands and strap that itin place above his head. One strap across the wrist, another across his elbow, and a third over his upper arm.

“Noooooooo…” Theo whined, pitifully, as the reality began to sink in. He wasn’t going anywhere. “I don’t want to go back to the palace!” He sounded like a petulant child.

Minnie pouted at him and tsk’d as she gently forced his last free arm into its restraint.

“Awww, I know. I know. But it’s the right thing to do. Don’t you worry, mommy will take care of everything…”

“Nnngh…no…” The “M” word still had a profound effect on him. Already his cock was stirring again, fresh lust clouding his mind. He pulled against his restraints but nothing came of it. He couldn’t even wriggle. “Minnieeeeeee!”

“And we’ll have so much time to play together. Oh if you only knew!” Minnie was strapping his legs and feet in now: one across his thigh, another across his knee, and another around his ankle.

“I’m going to turn the palace dormitories into your own, personal play land, where you can be pampered and tickled and chased and…fed to your hearts content. The commoners will never need see you, save for royal engagements and parades. That’s when you get to play king! But that’ll only be on vewwy ware occurrences. Nobody will know that the mean ol’ queen tickles the king like a baby, that he loves it when mommy plays ‘tickle monster’ with him. She raspberries his tummy and piggies his toes and makes him say and sign all sorts of silly things! ”

The more she spoke, lapsing into baby talk as she painted a vivid picture in his mind, the more aroused the prince became. He was terrified, had fallen into the worst trap imaginable. Yet the more she described what would surely be his personal hell, for some reason he found himself…smiling?

“N-no…y-you can’t…I-I’ll tell…I’ll tell on you…” God, he sounded pitiful.

“Oh! I nearly forgot!” Minnie squeaked as she finished fastening his other leg to the bed, rendering him totally immobile. “Wait right there.”

She giggled at her joke and crossed the room to the dresser, opening a drawer. With his head strapped down, Theo couldn’t see where she went. From his position in the crib he could only stare at the ceiling, specifically at the mobile hanging above him. It was made out of crystal shards hewn into all sorts of shapes. Moons and stars and comets.

He could hear Minnie rooting around in the dresser, searching for something.

“I just know it’s in here somew - oh! Found it!”

When she cam back into view, Theo could see that she held a little drawstring pouch in her hand.

“W-what is that?”

“A present! What I like to call…a bad boy present. You know what happens when you’re good, but now you’re gonna learn what happens when you’re naughty…”

With that she tugged the pouch open and turned it over. But nothing fell out. The prince’s brow furrowed as he watched her lean into the crib. It really was quite the sight. If Theo thought Minnie loomed large before, being strapped down in a crib with those giant breasts swaying above him made him feel teeny.

He twitched as she placed the bag around the head of his penis, wrapping the drawstrings twice around his cock and fastening it with an elaborate knot. Stepping back to admire her handiwork, Minnie smiled down at him. Theo didn’t feel a thing. It didn’t seem as though there was anything in the bag at all.

“I don’t get it. What is this?”

Minnie leaned on the crib, resting her cheek on the railing just beside his head.

“Mommy’s favorite toy.” She pursed her lips then, and whispered, “Coochie. Coochie. Coo.”

As if by magic the bag around his cock sprang to life, as if a wriggling fish had appeared inside. If only that were the case. If felt as though there were a blizzard of little feathers contained entirely within the bag, tickling the head of his cock. It felt like a family of spiders was trapped inside, running all around. It felt like his head was getting a million little kisses from hundreds of moist lips. It tickled. He leaked. Within seconds he was brought right back to that state of hideous arousal, only this time he was unable to even buck. He couldn’t even twitch. All he could do was lay there. Lay there and scream.

“AAAAAAAHHHHOooooooooooooooooooooooh shiiiiiiiiit!” His last orgasm had occurred just minutes ago and his cock was still pink and sensitive. This wasn’t the good kind of tickle, this was a ceaseless, maddening thing, localized on his sensitive tip. “S-stop! AAAAUUGggggh!”

“Awww, such a fussy, needy little thing. I told you it was nap time. But if you don’t want to take your nap and start tattling on mommy then, well, I may have to leave my little Goodie Bag on you alllllll night.”

All night? Theo wasn’t even sure he could stand another two minutes of this. The sensations were torturous and pleasurable in equal measure. He felt as though he were perpetually on the edge of an earth shattering, mind-rending orgasm, just one proper stroke or flick away from sweet release. But it never came. It just kept teasing and licking and tickling his head. And there was nothing he could do.

“Uuuuuunnnnnnnggggggghhhhhhh! M-M-ihihi-iiiinnneeeee!”

“Minnie? Who’s Minnie?” She said looking this way and that with mock confusion. “It’s Mommy. Can you say mommy?”

“G-g-goOOOOOHgoooooooood ToooohooooohooOOOOOO H-hhheheeeellllll! GAH-hah!”

Minnie put her hands on her hips and frowned at the struggling little princeling.

“There’s that Mr. Grumps again. I don’t remember inviting him. Well, that’s okay, because mommy knows how to chase mean ol’ Mr. Grumps away.” With that she stood and walked to the foot of the crib. Leaning in again, Theo was reminded of the sheer size of her as she reached in and began to tease the sole of his right foot with her fingernail, drawing it lazily up and down, up and down.

“Does my little boy have ticklish feet? Huh? Does the pwince have tickawish wide piggies? Oh I bet he does!”

That single fingernail tracing an imaginary line across the sole of his foot was enough to turn sullen scowls and whimpers into joyful giggles once again.

"NooooooOHHHH! Stohohohohop iihihihit! OH F-uhuhuck! Plehehehease! Oh-OHOoo, plehehehease, stahahahahap ihihihihit! Nohohohohohoho tihihickles!”

“My goodness, you're making such a ruckus! Look at my happy boy! I thought you were mad at mommy. Oh! And such soft feet for a boy. Oh mommy sure does know how to pick them. Yes she does, yes she does! Or…was it you who picked me?”

Minnie reached her other hand into the crib and began playfully piggying his toes, causing the babbling prince to squeal with renewed peals of laughter. Meanwhile her other hand kept up the same repetitive movement, drawing that one persistent finger nail repeatedly back and forth and back and forth across the sensitive sole of his foot, eliciting wave after wave of laughter and nonsensical pleas. He couldn’t move an inch, could barely flex his foot one way or another. He just had to sit there and take it. The prince realized this could go on as long as Minnie wished.

“PUH-puhleeeeeeheheheheheheheheehehehehase! Mohohohohohohohohommy! Mohohohohohohohohohmmmmmeeeeeeeeeee Ihihihihihihihihi’m sohohohoh-OWW-eeeeeee. Pleaaaaahee-hee-hee-hee-heease stop it! Ihihihihihi’ll bhehehehe-EE gohohohood! I prohohohohohmise! Ihihihihi’ll be good!”

Minnie gasped, piggying his pinky toe.

“What a good boy! Can you say it again? Can you say mommy?”

“Muh-m-UH-Muuuuuuuuhmohohohohohohhommy! Mommymommymommymommymommymo-hhohohohohohahahahahahahahahammmmmyyyy!”

Theo needed it to stop. He wanted to go back to that quiet place, to that oblivion. It was all too much. He was radically overstimulated. The young prince’s psyche was being battered by the relentless edging at his cock and the gentle fingers at his feet, not to mention the psychological warfare that was his captor’s voice. He just needed a break. Needed to get that damn bag off his cock. He wanted mommy to fix it. He wanted mommy to make all those bad feelings to go away. He wanted her to play ‘pitter-patter’ again.

“You know, I think from now on only the queen should be able to see the king’s feet. Well, the queen and the royal nanny, of course. We won’t call her that, naturally. We’ll give her a title, like…the minister of the interior. And she’ll help keep you company in the palace while mommy runs the kingdom. I’ll make sure to tell her to play with these plump widdle piggies whenever the king gets fussy! He’s always so well behaved and obedient after a little kitchy coo! You love having your feet tickled, don’t you baby?”

“M-OHmmy! P-pleeeeeeeeeheheheheheheehase!”

“You have to ask mommy properly. Say: ‘Please save me, mommy!’”

“PLEEEEHEHEHEHeeeeeeease! Sahahahahahahahave meheheheheheheheheeeee m-AH-mooohohohohmmmmmmmy! Sahahahahahahave mehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe mohohohohohohmmmy! Mohohohohohohmmmmmmmy hehehehehehehelp!”

“Coochie coochie coo!”

In an instant the bag was inert, full of only air. Theo was now confronted by the absence of that awful, blissful teasing. His cock throbbed and a whine escaped his throat.

“T-thank you…” Did he mean it? Even the prince didn’t know anymore. But as long as he was bound in this crib it seemed best to remain on her good side.

“You’re very welcome baby. Now, get some sleep. We have a lot to do tomorrow.” Minnie started walking toward the door. Once she left it would just be Theo alone in a strange room in a monster’s house, alone with his thoughts. In some strange way, he didn’t want mommy to leave.

“C-can - ?“

Minnie paused in the doorway and smiled at her captive.

“Yes, hunny bunny?”

“Can you take the bag off…please?”

Minnie shook her head and placed her hand on her hip.

“Aw, I’m sorry baby. No can do! I think I’ll leave it on until we get back to the palace in a few days from now. Call it…Mommy Insurance.”

Theo groaned, defeated. He wanted to cry. His cock still bobbed and twitched in the air. He needed release.

“Oh, dear! My baby boy is all worked up. Thats no good for nap time. Well…let’s see if this doesn’t help…”

And so Minnie walked back to the crib, giving the mobile a little spin before taking a seat on the floor beside Theo’s head. She spoke to him through the bars, softly in a warm monotone.

“You’ve had such a big day haven’t you? So tired from your travels. Mommy knows how tuckered out little boys get after their tickle time. That’s why I always like to send my boys to bed with a belly full of milk…”

Above him the mobile spun, the crystalline figures catching and refracting the light around the room and into Theo’s eyes. He couldn’t look away. Even if he moved his eyes the flashing lights were still reflected into his eyes, causing him to blink. And he was blinking more and more as the mobile spun and Minnie continued to speak to him.

“That’s mommy’s good boy. Watch the mobile spin. It’s time for your nap, little one. Just relax. No more tickles, no more edgies, no more cummies. It’s time for you to sleeeeeeep.”

All he could see were the spinning figures. The just kept moving around and around his head. If he tried to focus on one, he found that it might move out from his line of sight forcing his eyes to the next crystal figurine, and the next. Moons. Stars. Comets. Stars. Moons. Round and round they went. Without anything else to draw his eye, the prince had no choice but to watch. He yawned.

No! He couldn’t fall asleep, he couldn’t -

“Aww, look at you, struggling to keep your eyes open,” Minnie cooed, not giving him a chance to think. “I’m impressed. Most boys have slipped under by now. Boys are so easy. They just look at mommy’s spinny mobile and fall faaaast asleep. Doesn’t that sound nice, sweetie? To be lulled to sleep like the sweet, sleepy little boy you are?”

The prince began to notice that his eyes were losing focus and that it was becoming increasingly difficult to differentiate between one figurine and another. They just kept passing him by, over and over again. Was the mobile speeding up? Or was it slowing down? He could no longer distinguish them by their individual shapes. All he saw now where those beautiful, sparkling lights, those pretty, pretty lights flashing in his eyes. His eyelids were beginning to feel so very heavy.

“Aww, honey…you look so tired. You must really like staring at mommy’s pretty little mobile. I’m so glad. I made it just for you. Mommy’s so proud of you. You’re trying so hard. It’s okay. Struggle all you like. We both know you’re going to fall fast asleep for me any minute now. I wish you could see your cute little face. So sleepy and blank for me. Aww, poor baby. Even your eyes are starting to follow the mobile now. We both know it’s time to give up and close those sleepy little eyes. It’s way past your bedtime…”

“Nnnnnn….no bedtime…” Theo feebly replied. He wanted to show her he was still awake. It may have been necessary too, as his eyelids were beginning to flutter from the strain of staying open.

“Are you sure? I bet you’ve been going to bed whenever you feel like it lately, haven’t you? Well, good thing Mommy’s here to make sure her good boy gets his sleep.”

“S-sleep…?” The prince offered, already half-asleep in his mind. He wanted to answer her, keep up the conversation, but it was a losing game. His eyelids fluttered, half-shut.

“Mommy knows what her boy needs. Mommy knows best. Uh-oh…looks like the mobile is sloooooowing down. And as the mobile sloooooooows down, so too does your sleepy little mind.” Minnie reached over and gently brushed the prince’s hair with her fingertips.

“Why don’t you just close those sleepy eyes, for me? Huh? Can you do that for me baby boy? Shut your eyes. Shhhhh. It’s okay. Mommy’s here. Just let those pretty eyes close for me.”

“M-mommy….”

Theo’s eyes fluttered shut, a dreamy little smile on his face. Minnie continued to stroke his hair, waiting to make sure he was truly deep asleep.

“That’s right, beddybye. Sleep for mommy. That’s it. That’s mommy’s good boy. Sleep.”

He didn’t hear her leave the room. In fact, he would not wake until midday tomorrow. But Minnie still had work to do. She shut the door behind her and went downstairs to prepare for the next day’s journey. But this would be the last time Minnie the Milkmaid would ever need to pack her own luggage again. Queens were not expected to do such things themselves.

But it was many a day’s journey to the palace, and Minnie needed to make sure she was prepared to escort her fussy little prince the whole way back. No doubt he’d try to resist her, maybe try to plan an escape. And so she spent the rest of the night preparing for as many outcomes as she could foresee, occasionally taking the time to check in on her sleeping guest. There was nothing he could do to stop her now.

She had things to do.

 

[Amistad]

I have nothing to say that everything that you have the Midas touch, everything you write is gold! Just perfect, I’ll be saving this one for sure!