Bryan Graves stood stock-still and stark-nude, his heart pounding in his throat as he stared in panicked silence at the four buxom rosy-pink beauties before him. Every breath came as if through thick, pink cotton candy, but he was forced to savor every gasp of air he could get.

He had just locked himself in here. He had thought he'd be safe. Even now, Vestere, Calliste, the Twins, the Blonde, and of course, the dreaded Adeline were just on the other side of the door, six gorgeous fleece sprites of the Deep Evergreen cooing and calling for him to be a good boy and open the door--no doubt so they could resume their torturous games with his captive, helplessly ticklish body.

The room he'd fled into, though, seemed little safer. It was decorated to be almost embarrassingly pink and girly, leaving in him no doubt that this was the bedroom of Adeline--"Princess", as someone had called her. Adeline was the most bratty, spoiled, entitled, sickeningly saccharinely sweetly drop-dead gorgeous bombshell of a bimbo he'd ever met, and she seemed utterly determined to bring him to his knees for her and make him say and do anything to please her.

At least these four pink-haired sprites seemed significantly less dangerous. They were shorter than the others, probably lesser sprites of some kind. Two of them had bright blue eyes, and two of them had bright sunset-red eyes like Adeline herself. All four wore elegant, delicate pink babydolls decorated with fuzzy pink fluff over the chests and lining the fringes. Just beneath the see-through fabric, he could see their frilly pink panties, as delicately ruffled as rose petals.

They certainly seemed less of a threat than those outside the room--these girls were just giggling and cooing, surprised and delighted at his entrance, and weren't making any moves to, say, tackle him to the floor and tickle his brains out.

His jaw clenched. He knew it was a bad idea to underestimate them, but at the same time, the idea that these four novices could be anywhere near a match for him was absurd. Bryan Graves was a trained mercenary, bounty hunter and assassin (his exact job description depended a little on the job, and who was paying, and how much was being paid). He had no doubt he could handle four mere girls.

Even unarmed.

Even completely unarmored.

And naked. And aroused. And still shivering slightly from the sensory assault he'd just escaped moments ago.

"Oh my goshhh," cooed one, bouncing excitedly in place, her fluffy-frilled babydoll swishing with every movement, "hiiii! What a cutie!"

"Oh my gosh, I knowww," gushed another. She stared up longingly at him, big eyes bright and eager. "Adeline never ever ever lets us play with, like, the fun ones!"

"Or the super handsome ones," bubbled the third, batting her eyelashes up at him and bouncing on her tiptoe in her fine blue slippers. Gods, even they seemed a bit overdressed to Bryan--though everyone was more dressed than him right now. "So what's your name?"

"I..." Bryan set his jaw and narrowed his eyes. "That's none of your business."

"My name's Melody," chirped the fourth, smirking. "Gosh, he's all secrety, isn't he?"

"My name's Aria," added the third one, giving him a flirty wink. "I guess he's, like, shy! That's even cuter!"

"My name's Harmony," said the second, still beaming up at him in adoration. "Don't worry, shy little cutie! We'll protect you from those mean girls out there."

"Oooh, yeah!" the first one beamed and bounced on her heels, her smile as big and vapid as her chest was big and bouncy in that see-through dress. "My name's, like, totally Candice." We're way nicer than them!"

"And way, like, prettier, too!" added Melody, her lips quirking toward a subtle smile.

"Except for Princess Adeline, of course," added Aria. She pouted. "But, like, the others? Toootal buttfaces."

"They never trust us to play with the new arrivals," sighed Harmony with a sad puppydog eyes up at Bryan. "Just the ones they've already, like, melted into obedient putty, you know?"

Bryan swallowed. Well, they certainly weren't going to melt him into... anything like that. Not if he could help it, and he could. He needed to find an exit, or a weapon, or some clothes. Ideally all three.

"Don't worry, cutie," Aria said, taking a bouncy step closer. "We'll keep you nice and safe in here."

Bryan took a half-step back. He didn't want to fully retreat just yet--the door was almost at his back, and that was the last place he needed to go closer to. He was a little less worried about handling these girls if they weren't even trusted to help brainwash new 'recruits'. Besides, he found he was noticing that thick cotton candy scent to the air less and less. It had probably been localized to the main chamber, or to Adeline, even. It was no longer bothering him nearly so much.

He looked around, hoping he'd spot some sort of hatch, or a back door, or anything. Surely there had to be multiple ways into the sprite den. Unfortunately, it was a little hard to quickly scan a room so cluttered with girly accouterments and bouncing, tittering bimbos.

Harmony bobbed a step closer. "Well, how about it, cutie?" she asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes up at him. "Would you like our help?"

"Don't need your help," Bryan muttered, almost to himself. "I can... find a way out on my own."

"Aww, sure you can!" Harmony's eyes shone bright with radiant glee. "You're, like, a big, strong man, aren't you?"

"I'm a bounty hunter."

"Yeah, and we're just a bunch of cute girls. What do we know?"

"Yeah," agreed Melody, giggling, "I'm sure we don't know, like, about any escape hatches or anything like that."

Bryan gritted his teeth. They were just trying to get under his skin. He didn't need to listen to any of this nonsense.

"Gosh," Candice cooed, bouncing up from his right side, and he gave a start as he realized just how close she'd gotten, "so where are you gonna go?"

"Oh, yeah!" Aria's head bobbed as she slipped in from the left. Bryan tried to ignore the way her babydoll squeezed her jiggling tits. "Tell us your plan! I bet it's suuuper smart!"

Bryan rolled his eyes. "As if I'd--as if I'd tell all of you." He was getting flustered, despite his efforts. They were all just so... so pretty, and he was still horny. His cock was still hard, somehow, still dribbling a little from all the... all the torment it had received. Tickling and stroking and edging and...

And it didn't help that he couldn't for the life of him think of where to go next.

"Fine," he muttered, feeling his cheeks getting hot slightly. "You say you know a way out?"

"Ooh, maybe!" Melody batted her eyelashes up at him. She was... awfully close now. They all were, he noticed, taking a nervous breath in. "Would you, like, like our help?"

"I..." He swallowed. "Just tell me."

"Hm." Melody's nose wrinkled. "That didn't sound like a 'yes'."

Bryan glared at her. "Just tell me what I need to know, or--"

"Or what?" Aria said sweetly, pressing up towards him.

Bryan clenched his fists. These girls weren't any threat, but they weren't what he was worried about. The longer he wasted time here, the more likely the others would find a way inside--or to block off the escape hatch before he could use it. And he was unarmored, unarmed...

... to his angry embarrassment, he realized he didn't have an answer.

"Yes," he said under his breath.

"Ooh, what was that?" Candice's head tilted inquisitively.

"Yes," he growled. There was no way he was saying more than that--

"Yes, what?" Harmony asked, pressing in closer and biting her lip.

Bryan stared down at her. Gods, he wanted to wipe that big adorable smile off her gorgeous face. "I need your help." The words came as grudgingly as rocks grinding on rocks.

"Ooh, yay!" Candice beamed and clasped her hands behind her back. This incidentally caused her chest to jut out and up towards him, an effect drawn into focus by the way she bounced eagerly from heels to soles. "You just gotta--"

"Wait, Candice," said Aria suddenly, putting a finger to those plump, pouty pink beestung lips of hers. Her eyes settled on Bryan with a knowing flickering behind those pink irises. "Gosh, we're just giving this away for free. A big, tough, scary bounty hunter probably expects us to give, like, something in return!"

Bryan's heart started to race. He did not have time for this nonsense.

The bimbo sheepgirls all seemed delighted at this idea, giggling and exchanging giddy looks, but none looked moreso than Harmony. Her eyes had widened and lit up like fairies in the dark. "Oh gosh, oh my gosh, yes! But what?"

"How about..." Melody pouted, her eyes traveling admiringly over his whole body. Bryan squirmed slightly. Then her eyes lit up. "Oh, you know what? Haven't we always wanted to try... you-know-what on someone?"

Aria and Harmony exchanged excited looks.

"Huh?" Candice blinked. It seemed to take her a moment to understand, and then her face broke into a wide grin. "Ooh! O.M.G, that's, like, sooo much a super-duper great idea!"

"W-What?" Bryan looked between the four as they bounced around him. He didn't like how enthusiastic they seemed to be getting about this new idea.

"We've never gotten to try it on a boy like him before, either," Aria said, crackling carbonated excitement in her voice as she looked him over. She reached up and gave her breasts an indulgent bounce. "Never with a boy so, like, strong and independent!"

"W-What are you..."

"I bet it won't even affect him," Harmony said confidently, batting her eyelashes up at him. "Which means he'll get to experience it all toootally clear-headed, and he can tell us what he thinks at the end! Gosh, it sounds, like, like so much fun to try!"

"What are you talking about?" Bryan burst out, wincing as he noticed a trace of nerves breaking into his voice.

The four maids-in-waiting--bimbos-in-training--exchanged sly looks.

"We wanna try," Melody said sweetly, taking a bouncy step closer, almost within arms reach, "fluff-fluff puff-puff!"

Bryan blinked. "... what?"

"Ooh, it's sooo much fun," cooed Candice, and he heard her taking a step closer as well, just within his arms' reach. Not hers, fortunately, since he was a lot taller--and more athletic--than any of these girls. "Like, it's kinda like a game!"

Bryan felt his cheeks heating up. He was very conscious of how the sheepgirls seemed to be getting closer and closer by the second. "I..."

"Aww, c'mon, sweetie," said Melody with a vapid smile, bouncing in place, her breasts rising and falling with every motion beneath her delicate fluff-trimmed dress and making his breath catch in his throat. "It's not like us girls could be, like, any threat to you... right?"

The four fleece sprites tittered, clearly finding the idea to be hilarious--and adorable.

Bryan felt his face burning now. "R-Right," he stammered, off-balance again, and stopped himself from taking another step back. He had nothing to fear. These fleece sprites posed no real threat to him, and he refused to make himself look vulnerable. Even naked, he still had his dignity.

"Right!" chirped Candice happily. "So we can play?"

"I..." He hesitated, looking between the four girls. "Well, I didn't say that, just that--"

"Yay! Oh, gosh, it's gonna be soooo much fun!" Harmony hopped closer, her eyes bright and full of happiness, a happiness that Bryan almost couldn't bring himself to quash. She reached up and started bouncing her breasts together. "Puff-puff fluff-fluff! Fluff-fluff puff-puff!"

He gave a nervous smile, unsure how to react. Was she trying to hypnotize him? Surely not. It was too blatant, too... amateurish.

"Yeah, like, boys like you always looove our boobies," cooed Candice, reaching up and bouncing hers, too, as she swayed her hips and advanced closer. "Aren't they, like, soooo soft and fluffy?"

Soft and fluffy, sure. He glanced down at her, suppressing a wry smile now. It was almost cute, the way they though this would... affect him. It was harmless, really. Still, he probably shouldn't... stare...

"Soooo soft and fluffy," echoed Melody, sidling closer. "Go on, cutie! Feel how soft~" Bryan gave a start as he found her taking his hand and setting it upon one breast. "See? so soft."

She was soft. Soft and fluffy. Bryan swallowed. These fleece sprites smelled awfully sweet when they were bouncing their breasts like that. He could almost see little puffs of pink perfume every time their breasts bounced together, like pollen puffing off of disturbed flowers.

"Puff-puff-puff!" sang Candice in his ear, forcing him to spin around. She was getting... awfully close, wasn't she? But she was just a dumb bimbo. She probably didn't even realize what she was doing. She beamed up at him with wide, vacant sunset eyes. "Aren't they pretty?"

He couldn't help but look when they were right there before him. The fleece sprites were all incredibly buxom, just like Adeline. Curvy and soft and fluffy and... he swallowed, forcing his hand away as he realized that he was till caressing Melody's breasts through the fluffy material of the babydoll dress. It was starting to feel very warm in here. "They're... fine, I guess," he muttered.

He didn't know why he'd said that. It was just... she was staring right at him, waiting for an answer, and he had to say something. His breath sped up a little as he turned and saw Aria advancing, getting very close now. "Goshhh," she breathed, her breath as wispy and soft as cotton candy, "look how much he loves it!"

He tore his eyes away, embarrassment muddling his thoughts into a hot mess. Out of the low corner of his eye, Aria's breasts bounced and squished slowly together, bounced apart, squished together again. Then eagerly, rapidly. She had no rhythm, really, no technique--just a bimbo bouncing her tits together. Bouncing bouncing bouncing. Squish-squish-squish. Bounce-bounce-bounce.

"Just..." He bit his lip. "I wasn't staring, I was just..."

"Oh, sweetie, I think she meant your..." Harmony bit her lip and gestured shyly downwards.

Bryan's squirmed as he realized what they meant. His cock was fully erect, and twitching even now. He quickly covered it with a hand.

"Aw, it's okay!" Harmony bounced on her tiptoes and squeezed her tits together. Bounce-bounce-bounce. "It's okay! All boys do it!" She winked. "They can't help it."

Couldn't help it. He swallowed. Of course. Of course his cock was a little hard. Who could blame him? These four were getting awfully close, and... and it was only natural...

"Soooo pretty and bouncy," Candice breathed, swaying slowly back and forth, letting her breasts swing like pendulums. "Aren't we, like... suuuch pretty girls, Mister Big Tough Bounty Hunter?"

Bryan squirmed even more as he felt them getting close enough to brush against him slightly. He was still trying to keep any of them from getting too handsy, but they were starting to get a little out of control.

But... they were just novices, weren't they? Just maids-in-waiting, he told himself. How could they possibly be a threat when he'd already resisted Adeline, their teacher?

He'd... he'd definitely resisted Adeline. That was what that had been.

"Aren't we?" pressed Harmony, her eyes wide and needy, almost pleading.

Bryan gulped. She looked so eager for praise as she bounced, and bounced, and squished her fluffy breasts together, and bounced. Bounced. She swayed closer, shoulders rolling to encourage her breasts to jiggle. He almost felt guilty. They were clearly... clearly trying very hard. They were desperate, even.

Unprofessional as it might be, he couldn't help but want to at least... throw them a bone. That couldn't hurt, could it? Seeing as it wasn't affecting him at all.

"S-Sure," he heard himself mumbling as he watched them sway. "You're... pretty, I guess..."

As soon as the words had left his lips, the fleece sprites squealed in delight, and he felt intense regret. What? Why had he said that? He needed to keep focus!

It was just getting very hard to muster the same certainties right now. The sprites kept... bouncing. And with every bounce of their tits, with every squish and squeeze, he felt another puff of that sweet pink misty perfume waft right into his face. He turned away from Harmony, only to realize he'd made a serious tactical error.

He had allowed himself to become surrounded.

Surrounded on sides by buxom, gorgeous, breathtaking women who seemed only too eager to play abd tease...

He needed to push one of them away. He looked between the four, trying to spot the weak link. Melody looked a little too eager for him to put her his hands on her, and the thought flustered him too much to think about. Harmony... no, she might grab hold if he tried to push her. Aria? She was leaning forward too much. Supposing she leaned into him instead of leaning back?

As he looked between the four beauties, he turned around and around, considering each one in turn and hesitating longer and longer each time as they smiled and giggled and jiggled and puff-puff-puffed their fluffy perfume-laced tits up in his face. He needed to get clear of this, and fast. Before something happened. Before he got... before he, well...

.. well, there was no threat to him here. Right?

He was beginning to feel a little dizzy. He tried to keep an eye on Melody, but spun as he felt the tickling fluff of Candice's babydoll brush over his bare back. She just giggled and beamed up at him and bounced her tits in his face.

Bryan told himself he needed to settle his heartrate, manage his anxieties, get his head together. So he took a deep breath in, and his head swam with the sweet perfume puffing all around him, and he felt his knees go weak.

"S-Stop..." he whispered, trying to force his eyes to fix above their heads, far from the four pairs of jiggling tits. "Th-That's enough. I... I need to go now, I..."

"Aww, cutie," Aria exclaimed, "gosh, you can't leave yet! We haven't even gotten..." She gave sultry smirk and lifted her tits up, and he felt his knees aching to bend, to bring him down closer and closer to those gorgeous bouncy breasts... "...to the best part~"

He mumbled something that felt like a no, shaking his head, trying to clear the fuzzy cobwebs away. He reached up with one arm to push one of the sprites away--it didn't matter who--but his effort was weak, half-hearted.

And to his panic, he felt a hand latch onto that arm.

"H-Hey, stop!" He tried to pull away, but the grip was tight and unyielding. In desperation, he tried to use both arms to leverage himself back.

Only for his second arm to get grabbed, too.

He looked up and his vision swam as he saw it was Melody and Harmony holding his arms captive. They smired and pulled him nearer, and he felt his knees buckling, found himself falling to the soft, pink, carpeted floor. "S-Stop it," he protested, "d-damn it, I'm... I'll..."

But his struggles were pathetic. His muscles felt limp and relaxed. He breathed in deeply and felt everything in his body turning to goo as the scent poured over him...

The four maids-in-waiting just cooed and laughed and bounced closer and closer, pressing in on their captive now. His head swam as Candice's tits bounced right in his face, as he heard her sing, "Puff-puff!"

His whole world was melting into sugary pink mist as he turned away from her. But there was nowhere safe to turn, for now he was facing Aria, Aria bouncing her boobies--her breasts with a happy giggle. "Fluff-fluff!"

Now they were above him. Bouncing. Jiggling. Puff-puff. Fluff-fluff.

He trembled and ducked his head, struggling to displace the sensations of pleasure that were slowly flowing through his weak, vulnerable, susceptible mind. But moving his head only made his world swim, like shaking a snowglobe full of pink pollen.

Harmony bounced up close and beamed down at him, batting her eyelashes. Oh, gods, she looked so sexy, so hot from this angle, whispered a voice in his head that surely wasn't his own.

She reached up and jiggled her tits right in his face. "Boys looove bouncy boobies, don't they?" she cooed. "Don't you? Puff-fluff! Fluff-puff! Teehee!"

"N-No," he gasped. His lungs swam with the sweet candied confectionary concoction that was now his only air supply.

He squirmed, trying to look away, but everywhere he looked now hung a different pair of breasts bouncing enticingly in his view, a different pretty girl cooing, "Puff-puff! Fluff-fluff! Watch the bouncy-bouncy boobies, dummy!"

They swayed and bounced and pressed in closer, leaning down and, to his surprise, helping him to rise back on his feet. For a stupid, hopeful moment, he thought they might be done toying with him.

And then he realized the real reason, and too late, he started squirming even more.

They were lifting him so they could hold him suspended between them, his face trapped and smothered between their... their...

"No," he whimpered, thrashing, "no, no, nnNN--MMMMFF!"

And he was caught.

Caught between four gorgeous pairs of the softest, fluffiest breasts he'd ever seen, ever smelled, ever felt. Captured naked between these four beautifully-dressed maids-in-waiting. Trapped in the most embarrassing possible situation he could imagine.

His cock throbbed.

"And now," purred Melody in his ear, making him shiver as his neck was lightly tickled by the fluffy fabric of their dresses, "is when it gets, like, suuuper fun. C'mon, girls, just like we practiced~"

The fleece sprites smirked. And Bryan's cheeks went bright red-hot as he felt them pressing in closer, closer, until they were squishing his whole body between them.

He moaned. Those beautiful, delicate babydoll gowns were rubbing torturously against his cock, his poor, trapped, tantalized cock. Trapped. Helpless. Theirs.

True panic filled him then. He flailed and cried and squirmed, but to no avail. He gasped and thrashed, but this only meant his cock rubbed more, and every gasp made his body go limper. He felt so weak, so utterly powerless. And all the while, the fluff-clad breasts bounced and squished around his face, so soft and warm, so sweetly fragrant, so... tickly...

"Aww, look at him! He's loooving this!" Melody teased, and he felt her hand cup his ass cheek and give a possessive squeeze, trembled as her fingertips traced ever-so-daintily just under the cheek and along his sensitive thigh. He gasped and giggled slightly. Fortunately, the smothering of their tits stifled the sound.

He could barely breathe in here, he realized, and thrashed and wriggled like a worm in a songbird's beak. But all he seemed to be accomplishing was tiring himself out, making himself have to breathe deeper, gasp for air as he squirmed. He knew he needed to stop struggling, stop weakening himself further, but... but that thought felt so easy, so seductive. He wouldn't. He couldn't. He mustn't. He redoubled his efforts to escape.

But the fleece sprite maids-in-waiting only laughed wickedly as he writhed hopelessly between them and moaned his breathless protests.

"Puff-puff!" Candice cooed down to Bryan. She squirmed happily against him, giving her breasts an indulgent squeeze to smoosh his face between them. He gasped and almost giggled--the fluffy part of her dress was so soft, so fluffy and scratchy and...

"Fluff-fluff!" sang Melody gleefully, grinding her soft, supple body against him, smirking as he couldn't help but pant and moan. "Aww, such a cutie! Look at him squirm!"

He was wheezing for precious air as they squeezed in tighter still, wrapping their arms around him, the four drop-dead gorgeous girly-girls holding him captive between their fluffy, fuzzy breasts, captive in their embrace, helpless to resist their charms.

It wasn't his fault, he told himself, cheeks burning. Any, um, any boy would be... right?

"Gosh, just look at him!" Harmony sang as his struggles began to ebb. The sweet candy perfume continued to seep into his lungs, sapping from him whatever little strength remained like a maple tree tapped for syrup once too many times, until he felt like his struggles were almost... almost not stronger than those of one of them. Weak enough for four of them to hold him. "I'm, like, not even sure if he's even struggling anymore!"

"N-No," he whined, his words half-smothered by the jiggling, bouncing boobies, so soft, so fluffy, "no, I'm--I'm--"

"Yeah," agreed Aria with a sultry, conspiratorial wink down to him, "like, he totes isn't. If he was, he'd have totally been able to get away from just four cute girls!"

"I'm--I am trying," he protested meekly. He was still trying, he told himself. He was. These squirms definitely weren't shameless grinding against their legs.

Gods, he was still totally naked, and their fluffy babydolls gave so little real tangible pleasure to his cock. They were also unbearably ticklish.

"Really?" asked Harmony innocently, her gloved fingers gliding up and down his inner thigh until he couldn't help but gasp and flinch away, making her giggle. "'Cause, like, gosh, you're barely even making us hold you anymore!"

"N-No--" He gasped and panted, bucked as the fluffy fleece immersed his cock, as the sweet, fragrant perfume flooded his body, "no, I'll--I'll--"

"Fight us off?" Melody suggested sweetly, squishing her lovely boobies--her tits--her breasts around his head and letting them bounce. Her arms ran up and down his torso, under his arms, and he flinched and couldn't hold in a slight breathless squeak as he felt the fluffy fabric touch his sensitive underarms.

"Push us away?" purred Aria, her breasts and nuzzling kisses tickling over his neck in unbearable, exquisite torment. "Like the big, strong tough guy you are?"

"Uh..." He panted, gasped, struggling now to even breathe at all. Their intoxicating perfume was everywhere, it was in his lungs, in his head, and it seemed to keep him perpetually just a little out of breath. His head was getting light, and even though he still felt unbearably lucid, it was a wild, clouded lucidity, a lucidity tangled in his desperate, gasping need for air, for stimulation, for relief, for release. "I... I... I w-will..." He barely managed the two words.

"But you aren't," pointed out Harmony with an affectionate smile, tickling one fingertip just under his chin as she wiggled her hips against his lap, which only made him wheeze deeper. She giggled down at him. "Gosh, like, you seem pretty happy to just stand here..."

"No," he gasped, his face getting hotter and hotter--and not just from embarrassment. He couldn't breathe. "N-No, I--I--heeheehee--"

"... and let some pretty girls tease you," cooed Candice, as her silken-gloved fingertips--the source of his unbidden giggles--danced playfully over his bare, sensitive sides. "See? Isn't that easier for a dummy boy like you?"

He gasped and whimpered, too busy with his fight for air now even to muster an objection.

He couldn't breathe. Did they know they couldn't breathe? They had to. But they were such silly, ditzy girls, and they clearly weren't experienced--maybe they didn't, maybe if he could only manage words he could tell them--but if they were so experienced, why couldn't he get away--

"Aww, I think he agrees!" Harmony gave a joyous smile as she wiggled and grinded her hips, dryhumping him with a positively sadistic glee that belied her sweet, adoring smile. "He loooves this! Sooo cute!"

"Teehee! Typical boy!"

"He loooves our puff-puff-fluff-fluff!"

"What a dummy!"

"Such a cutie!"

Bryan thrashed and gasped and panted, humiliation warring with helpless arousal, the pair of emotions wrestling furiously, coiling around one another until the one was nearly indiscernible from the second. He tried to muster a protect against the embarrassing taunts, but he was too busy gasping for air to manage much more than an, "Nnnggh!"

This still got some attention, however. Unfortunately, it was exactly the kind of attention he should have expected.

"Ooh, wait!" Candice blinked big wide dumb eyes down at him, her heavy makeup making her lashes thick and fluttery. "Wait, gosh, is he saying... no?"

"Really?" Melody frowned quizzically, as if quite curious now. "Oh, wow,, so..." She ran her pink fuzzy gloved fingers over his sides, making him wheeze with helpless laughter. "... so he's not totally into this?"

"He doesn't like being teased?" Aria asked innocently, as she reached down and stroked along his length, the soft, cotton candy fluff of her mitten absolutely excruciating as the fingers of her other hand tickled wickedly under his arms. "Doesn't like getting to have fuuun with pretty girls?"

Bryan whimpered and squirmed. It was getting hard to form thoughts between the tickling, let alone words, and the corners of his vision were fuzzing with pink mist that blended in with the sea of jiggling, bouncing breasts smothering him.

"Oh, girls, don't you see?" Harmony giggled. "He must be confused! Clearly he thinks he's not, like, some kind of cute dummy little tickletoy!"

"Mmff--n-nnnghhI--heehehee--ah--hhhff--"

"Oh, gosh!" Melody's eyes lit up. She wrapped her arms around him even tighter, squeezing him within her scratchy silky embrace, even as he gasped and mewled in protest. "Really? Gosh, that makes toootal sense!"

"Ooh, yeah!" Aria's head bobbed. "I bet he looooves this, he's just, like, really shy about it!"

"That's so cuUUUUTE~!" the four of them exclaimed together, their coos forming a molten symphony of patronizing, condescending, humiliating adoration.

"N-No!" Bryan managed, as he finally wrested his face free of their stupid 'fluff-fluff puff-puff' for just a few seconds. "No, you're wrong, I--I d-d-d-don't--doh--duh--buh--whuh--hhh--hheeheeheeHEEHEEHEEHEE--nnnn--aahahahahahahaha!"

The second he had broken free of their smothering clutches, the fleece sprites had grinned evilly between one another.

And they had begun to grind. And bounce. And wriggle. And squeeze,.

With all their teasing prowess, they had formed an unbearable cocoon of bouncing, fluffy, jiggling, perfume-puffing softness all around him. The sensations of all four of them moving in such a chaotic, confusing, disorienting rhythm were too much to bear, and Bryan's words had broken once more into helpless gasping giggles.

"What a silly boy!" sang Melody, as he found himself being steered, or carried, rather, over to the bed.

He tried to fight it. He did. He knew what that bed would mean for him. But his struggles were practically kittenish as they pushed him onto his back so he lay upon Harmony's soft, fluffy form. His cheeks burned hot as he realized how he must look--a grown, athletic man, held captive by four buxom beauties and pinned down on their impossibly girly-pink bed.

He was twice their size. He was a foot above the tallest of them.

Somehow, that only made his cock twitch all the more needily.

"We're gonna have to teach him," Melody went on sweetly, as she rose up to mount him, as the other fleece sprites giggled and pressed in down on every side of him, "just what a dummy boy's place is."

He was caught once more, only this time they had gravity on their side to keep him utterly, humiliatingly ensnared within their buxom, bouncy, soft, ticklish clutches.

"Being a silly horny tickletoy!" Candice cooed, tickling under his chin.

"Just a cute little edgeslave," purred Melody, her eyes sparkling with amusement, such pretty rosy eyes.

"N-nnnghhahahah..." Bryan thrashed on the bed, but now, utterly wrapped up in their embrace, there was no way he was getting out. Not with how weak he seemed to be.

Aria, Candice and Melody descended around him again with their bouncing boobies, ready to resume his smothering, and he frantically tried to breathe in as much air as he could, but any breath he held burst from him a second later with his hopeless giggling.

"Un-huh!" Candice giggled with glee as she cupped her breasts above his head and bounced them before his eyes. He couldn't help but stare, struggles slowing, even as they bounced closer and closer... and closer... and closer... "So why don't you just stare at my pretty bouncy boobies, dummy, while we explain it to you? Since pretty girls are sooooooo much smarter than you, like, aren't they?"

"I..." His voice was a wisp, snaking between gasps and forced laughter and struggling to be heard even as he couldn't think of words to say. His whole world was drowning in pink mist, pink perfume pressing against his thoughts like thick, heavy cotton candy. "A-Aahhh..."

"Good boy!" Harmony said happily. Her legs kicked up to wrap around his, her feet holding his down, forcing his pathetic struggles down to what could barely even be called squirms. The only parts of him left to move at all were his hips. "Wow, you seem practically, like, addicted to fluff at this point. And so weak and helpless to resist bouncy boobies!"

"nnggh..." Bryan's whole mind was drowning, suffocating. He tried to resist, tried to look away from Candice's boobies, but every attempt he made seemed to be prevented by one of them extending a pretty gloved hand to force his face back towards them.

"No," Melody cooed, as she took his chin and guided him back, "you wanna stare, don't you, cute little boobies-addict?"

Back to staring... staring at the... the...

"Such pretty bouncy boobies," cooed Candice, squishing them together with a light, airy little laugh. "All boys love these. You've already done, like, soooo well at giving into them... why not give in even deeeeper to them? Uh-huh! Like, really let my boobies own you."

Deeper... Bryan stared, hopelessly lost, hopelessly... addicted. The bouncy boobies were so fluffy, so soft and jiggly and squishy, and he was so, so lightheaded, and they looked so nice and big and round, and Candice's hand stroking his hair felt so strangely comforting...

He only realized too late what Candice was doing as, with a giggle, she gripped the back of his head and shoved him right into the middle of her canyonous cleavage.

"Gooood boy," he heard them cooing, as he screamed helplessly into the embrace and thrashed against the tickling fluff smothering his sensitive neck and face. He couldn't even tell who was speaking now. He just heard...

"See? Doesn't it feel so good?"

Tickling along his sides, fast, merciless, delicate fingertips dancing up and down...

"What a dummy little fluff addict! Aww, he's barely fighting now!"

Sweet kisses on his skin, lips darting teasingly over his neck--he was so sensitive there...

"Oh my gosh, the girls will be soooo impressed with us! I can't believe he actually gave in to us!"

Fluff immersing his cock, such soft, fuzzy, tickling wool, his cock throbbing and dribbling with unmet need as their gloved hands pumped torturously up and down...

"I know, right? He's sooo cute and pathetic~"

The breasts bouncing and squishing around his head... soft and squishy, and he couldn't breathe anything but their pheromones now...

"Maybe they'll even let us keep him, since he's not a real challenge~ Are you, dummy boy?"

Giggling all around him, his cheeks burning in shame...

"Such a weak little fluff addict! It's a good thing us pretty girls are here to teach this dumb boy what he needs to know~"

"Yeah, he's soooo not smart enough to take care of himself. Imagine how dumb and helpless he'd be without hot girls telling him what to do?"

Tickling over his bare soles, his arches, his toes...

"He might even be letting himself cum!"

He moaned.

"Don't worry, dummy boy! You have hot girls to think for you now. We're gonna dose you up niiiice and dumb, and then we'll teach you how boys ought to behave around pretty girls."

"You're already a natural~"

Their voices chimed in his ears, sultry, echoing coos, as his mind began to melt into goo, breathlessness again turning his thoughts into wispy, unreachable feathers on the breeze...

"Addicted to boobies."

"Bouncy-bouncy-bouncy boobies!"

"Whimpering, gasping edgeslave."

"Weak for boobies."

"Just like all boys are~"

"Cute needy tickledtoy."

"Awww, he's getting all cute and pink!"

"So much for a big, strong man~"

"Beaten by a bunch of girls~"

"It's what boys do best, after all!"

A chorus of giggling followed this remark.

Bryan thrashed. He moaned. He whimpered. He couldn't think straight--he couldn't even breathe. He couldn't tell where one of the pretty maids-in-waiting ended and the other began. They owned him, now, and nothing else mattered. He was lost to them, and shame filled his heart that he'd given in so easily, so easily to a bunch of mere lesser sprites, and now these girls would be toying with him for the rest of his...

"Aww, girls, what have I told you?" called out a sweet, exasperated, girlishly high-pitched voice.

And instantly, all tickling and teasing and grinding ceased--save, to Bryan's instant shame, his own. He went still a half-moment later and swallowed, trembling with the effort of containing himself.

He heard dainty, delicate footsteps, slippers tapping ever-so-faintly against the pink-carpeted floor.

And there she was, looming over them all--Adeline. Beautiful, angelic Adeline, his Princess, her rosy eyes gleaming with amusement, her pink hair flowing down over perfect shoulders, spilling into her gorgeous shimmering pink ballgown.

She giggled down at him. "Oh, gosh," she breathed, impossibly thick lashes fluttering as she put one pink-gloved finger to those plump, pouty pink lips, "just look at you! You see what happens when you get lost and can't find me?"

TO BE CONCLUDED...