Daisy GTS Handplay

>Next time you applied for a job, you were asking for a more thorough job description than, “Princess assistant.” Especially when the article in question had absolutely no job requirements beyond, “look kinda cute.”
>Granted, the kind of, “assisting” you were doing for Princess Daisy here was less assistance and more so her personal stress toy.
>But not the expected kind where you just listen to her vent, no, a stress toy in the literal sense. When you walked into Daisy’s bedroom, you were looked over for a minute by Sarasaland’s ruler, and almost immediately hit with a mini-shroom once she decided you were good enough.
>For the past three hours now she’s been toying with you in her hand. All the while laying in her bed in nothing but a yellow tank top and shorts, and venting about her issues.
>And a Princess in charge of running an entire kingdom was bound to have a lot of them.
>“-and so then I needed to sort out ANOTHER dispute, and it took so long, I couldn’t even get some time to take laps around my home like I usually do!” Daisy fumed as her fingers compressed your small body like a jaw chewing gum.
>“U-urgh! U-uh hu!” You wheezed out miraculously as Daisy pulled you up to her now billboard of a face, softly smiling down at you.
>“Peach never has to put up with this! She’s too busy getting into a tug-of-war between two simps to run her home! And all Rosalina does is look out a telescope every day and babysit a bunch of stars! What makes her the princess of the Cosmos anyway?!”
>At this point, Daisy’s pointer finger and thumb were at either side of your head, ensuring that all of your attention was at the frustrated brunette.
>Soon enough though, after what felt like an eternity of being squeezed and pressed to the point you were afraid of popping, it seemed Daisy had calmed down to a point. Kicking her legs behind her, she let you stand on her palm, gripping her thumb for support as she smiled down at you.
>“Thanks, little guy.” Daisy sighed, “You have no clue how great of a stress toy you’ve been. Bet you didn’t know what this job entirely entailed, did you?” She giggles down at you, “But I’m sure you’ll love it as my stress ball! You get free room and board, good food, and I know you’ll get rewarded in ways you couldn’t have expected!” She brought you closer to her plush, soft lips as her voice dropped to a playful whisper.
>“Like how hot being tiny compared to me must be.”
>Daisy giggled as she watched your cute little face turn pink in embarrassment.
“D-don’t do that!”
>“Oh? Don’t do what?” Daisy teased, “This?” Quickly her finger rammed your back, before pinning you down into the firm flesh of her palm, your squirms tickling her. After a minute or two, she removed her finger and let you scramble to your feet.
>“Or do you not want me to do this?” She said as she raised you right up to her lips before letting out a gust of breath, once again knocking you onto your ass, this time the brunette laughed out loud.
>She quickly sat up on her bed, reaching for something.
>“Surely you don’t want me doing this, right?” She laughed before the hand you called a platform shifted out from under you.
>You briefly fell into a white tube, quickly putting two and two together, especially taking in the smell.
>Daisy giggled even louder as she quickly pulled the sock she dropped you in tight against her foot, which soon burst into laughter as she felt you struggle against her foot.
>“Alright little guy!” She said, “Hope you don’t pop on me!” She teased before hopping up onto her feet, snickering as she felt you squirm against her sole.
>Well, at least Daisy seems satisfied, so you can’t say you’re doing a bad job.
>Though you’re probably going to have second thoughts when Daisy further indulges in her tiny person fetish. Or will you?