Re: Fanny Meeks
Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2026 4:25 am
by EddieDavidson
"Mom, will you get the cereal down for me, please?"
"Stephanie, you can't have cereal right now. We are going out to eat with my boyfriend. It's time for you to meet him, now that things are getting serious."
"Ugh, it's been fine with just you and me, Mom!"
"He has a daughter about your age. Her name is Stephanie too! I bet you two will get along really well!"
"I doubt it," Stephanie frowned.
"Just try to be nice, will you? Now go get dressed, please. They should be here soon. I laid something nice out on your bed."
"You gotta stop picking my clothes for me, Mom!"
"We'd be waiting all night with the way you fuss and moan about clothes."
"I wouldn't have to get fussy if all my clothes didn't make me look like I was in grade school."
"Honey, I can't help it that you are short for your age. Those are the clothes that fit you. Now, put them on and comb your hair. It's a rat's nest. When is the last time you brushed it?"
"Ugh!"
"I am sure Mark's daughter will be dressed nicely as well. I have a nice sundress for you."
"Did you at least get me some heels?"
"Honey, I let you wear my heels and you fell flat on your face."
"I can't help it if I am uncoordinated. You could get me some lifts. I am sure Stephanie will be taller than me!"
"Oh yes, she's actually quite tall for her age," Diane confessed. "I am sorry. The Meeks family has always produced short women. I am only 4'2 and I know what you are going through."
"Still taller than me," Stephanie lamented. "At least you have boobs! Did you get me a bra?"
"No, because the last time I got you a training bra, you stuffed it with tissues and you looked ridiculous."
"That was a year ago," Stephanie blushed. "I've grown a little since then! I don't want my nipples to poke through my top!"
"The sundress has a little padding in it, Stephanie. Now go get dressed before I spank your behind," Diane was clearly kidding with her daughter.
"Please don't embarrass me and joke about spanking in front of your boyfriend and his daughter," Stephanie rolled her eyes and trudged down the hallway to her room.
Jeff's daughter was the primary reason Diane was so concerned about how Stephanie looked. She wanted the two of them to get along more than anything. She had a feeling that Jeff was the one.
She also feared that Stephanie really had very few friends. Boys her age just weren't interested in a flat-chested girl under four feet tall. She hoped that Jeff's daughter might introduce her to a new friend group.
Stephanie sloppily brushed her hair, applied makeup and then returned to the living room for Mom's inspection.
"You don't look right in makeup, dear," she quickly wet a tissue and began removing it. "You are also terrible at applying it."
"Maybe if I wore it more often, I wouldn't look so young."
"There are women who would kill to have a baby face like yours!"
"I have pudgy cheeks, and a turned up piggy nose!"
"Oh gosh, Stephanie. Just be yourself. Don't be in a hurry to grow up, and for goodness sakes why don't you stop worrying so much what other people think about you."
Jeff rang the doorbell.
"Oh, they are here," Diane kissed the top of her daughter's head and told her that the Doctor had promised a growth spurt. "Just remain cautiously optimistic."
Jeff stood in the doorway when she opened the door. He had flowers for her, and a smile on his face. He clearly adored Diane and she was smitten with him. They embraced and kissed a little too long, like new lovers often do.
"Okay, that's enough! Choo-choo! Coming through! Let me get in on that kissy-kissy action," Nephie smiled politely as she gently pushed her father aside.
Nephie was at least six feet tall but in heels she was easily 6'2". She was built like a curvy brick house, and styled her bangs like Bettie Page. She had pale skin, purple-black lipstick, a striped, purple shirt and a matching short skirt.
"You must be Stephanie," Diane smiled.
"Just call me Nephie!" Nephie was already charming Diane. "Fair warning, I am a hugger and a kisser. Now, which one of you is Diane?" she pretended it might be either Diane or her daughter.
Her bright smile and cheerful attitude was a stark contrast to her fashion sense as a Goth girl.
Diane could feel Nephie's huge bra-less knockers pressing against her as she bear hugged her father's girlfriend. She kissed her politely on the lips, and then on each cheek.
"Oh my!" Diane was flattered and a little thrilled.
"You must be Stephanie," Nephie released Diane and bent down low to pick up Stephanie. She wanted to see if she could do it, and she thought it would be fun.
"Hey, put me down," Stephanie grew flustered.
"No can do," Nephie effortlessly held the girl in her arms. "You are as light as a baby!"
"Ugh."
"Ready for kisses, Baby?" she kissed Stephanie on the lips, each cheek and then did it again three more times in rapid succession. "I just can't get enough of your sweet little cheeks! Do you store your food like a chipmunk for winter?" Nephie pantomimed eating an invisible ear of corn while puffing her cheeks out.
"No!"
Nephie placed her gently back on the ground and sighed. "Well, since we share the same name, it's only fair that you go by a nickname, too. Agreed?"
"Why would I have to answer to a different name when you already answer to Nephie?"
"Good question," Nephie had to look down to talk to Stephanie. She took her hand and led her toward her father's car. "Every time I hear Stephanie, I think someone is talking to me. Why don't you go by Puffy because you have such puffy cheeks?" she poked her new friend's chipmunk cheeks.
"No!" Stephanie was afraid her nipples looked puffy and didn't want any comparisons.
"You've got a puffy little fanny. Look how cute it is?" Nephie reached down and swatted Stephanie's bubble butt lightly. "I got it. What about Fanny?"
"No!"
"You've got all night to discuss this. Let's go," Jeff opened the door for the love of his life before getting into the driver's seat.
"Oh, look how sweet," Nephie opened Stephanie's door and tried to help her in the car.
"I can get into a car, by myself! Thank you very much."
Stephanie subsequently slipped off the edge of the step into the truck and hurt her shin. "OW!"
Nephie didn't laugh or say I told you so.
"Honey, Jeff's car is much higher than mine. Why don't you let Nephie help you in the car until you get used to it?" Diane suggested.
Stephanie begrudgingly permitted Nephie to lift her up, even though Nephie grabbed her by the seat of her pants with her palm and lifted.
"You are lighter than a feather! I wish I was your size, Fanny!"
"My name is Stephanie, and I assure you, that you do not want to be my size!"
"Oh my gosh, sure I do!" Nephie said as she buckled Stephanie into the seat. "I could wear doll clothes, and suck my thumb in public. Who wouldn't want to do that?" she teased. "There! Snug as a bug in a rug," she added as she snapped the seatbelt to test it.
"I can put my OWN seatbelt on," Stephanie insisted.
"Sure you can, Fanny. It's just that I wanted to make sure that you did it right and didn't bounce around Dad's big old SUV. Now, here is a kiss to tide you over until I get my big butt over to the other side and join you."
Nephie kissed Stephanie on the cheek and once on the lip. It was just a peck but Stephanie felt embarrassed.
"No wiping off my kisses! I'll just have to give you another," Nephie warned with bright amusement as she hustled around to the other side of the car. It came across as cute and endearing to everyone except for the red-faced girl being treated like a baby.
Her mom saw it as a good-natured teasing and even laughed.
"My daughter's going through her goth phase. I told her that Goth girls are big and mean, and do you know what she said?" Jeff asked Diane while his daughter opened the door to the backseat on the other side of the car.
"What?"
"That I was willing to learn how to be a meanie, if it meant I could dress really cool," Nephie answered with a giggle.
"You aren't doing a good job of being a meanie-butt," Diane smiled toward the backseat.
Stephanie didn't like Nephie.
"Don't be a gloomy gus all the way to the restaurant," Nephie warned. "They have crayons. Do you like to draw?"
"No!" Stephanie pouted angrily.
"Now, Fanny-Boo. Don't be a meanie! You aren't a Goth girl, either," Nephie teased. "I love drawing. I'll even color with you, if you want."
"I am not a little kid," Stephanie growled. "I am just short for my age."
Nephie was nervous about meeting someone new. She was thrilled that Stephanie was small and she loved how she smelled.
"What perfume are you wearing, Fanny?" Nephie tried to break the ice after the silence started to bore her. "I detected lemon, orange, maybe vanilla? Sort of fresh like a baby."
"What? I am not wearing perfume," Stephanie grew even more indignant.
"She probably smelled your No More Tears Shampoo on your hair," Diane informed her daughter. "I can't keep her hair from tangling up!" She lamented to Nephie.
"Such lovely blonde hair? It's like corn silk! If I had Fanny's hair color, I'd never dye mine black. I'll comb it out for her! I have a great comb and some product that will keep those tangles from coming back!"
Diane had visions of the two of them combing each other's hair and being the best of friends. She was delighted enough to overlook the way that Nephie kept calling her daughter "Fanny." She thought it was kind of cute.
They arrived at Olive Garden and it looked like there would be a bit of a wait.
"Good, cuz I need to," Stephanie looked at her mother. "I need the restroom." For a split second, Stephanie thought her mom would insist on going with her. Diane was always so nervous about public bathrooms, as if someone was going to carry her off.
Diane was about to ask Jeff to hold her purse while she joined her daughter in the restroom, but Nephie volunteered.
"I should go too," Nephie said cheerfully. Diane instantly relaxed. Even though a pervert could be hiding in the bathroom, she felt like Nephie wouldn't allow anything to happen to her daughter.
The two trudged off through the crowded restaurant toward the bathrooms.
"Oops," Stephanie nearly tripped a waiter and stumbled onto the ground.
"Are you okay, Twinkle Toes?" Nephie asked sweetly as she helped Stephanie up.
"I can get up on my own," Stephanie insisted.
"I know you can, but I like picking you up! Come on," she took Stephanie's hand and led her toward the bathrooms.
"It's this one," Stephanie started to head into the men's room.
"Not unless you have a pecker under that dress. Do you?"
"NO!"
"Oh, too bad! That would be fun if you were really a boy. Then I'd REALLY kiss you a lot," she led Stephanie into the bathroom. "Okay, use that stall."
"I know how to check if a stall is empty," Stephanie did as she was told anyway.
"Do you wear diapers?" Nephie asked as Stephanie closed the stall door.
"No!"
"Pull-ups?"
"NO!"
"Oh, you are a big girl, now? That's too bad. I'd love to see you in diapers and carry you around!"
"Ugh!"
Stephanie sat down to pee, and Nephie took the stall next to her.
"Do you even know how cute you are?" The question echoed through the bathroom.
"What?" Stephanie replied.
"I know you heard me."
"I'm not cute."
"Oh, you can't be ANY less cute, especially when you get angry and fussy like you are going to throw a tantrum."
"I do NOT throw tantrums!"
"You definitely do, Fanny. It's adorable, and I am kind of digging it. Your face turns red, and your chipmunk cheeks get all puffy. Oh, by the way, I need to know one thing. Which do you prefer? Fanny or Puffy? I can go either way on that."
"Neither!"
"Neither's not an option. If you want me to pick, I think Fanny-Boo Boo sounds best."
"My name is Stephanie!"
"Fanny Boo-Boo? Did you make a Fanny Poo-poo?" Nephie imitated a sassy, sweet Southern accent.
"Ugh!!!"
"Puffy-Pee-Pee, did you make a Pee-Pee?" Nephie tried out the nickname just to hear how silly it sounded and laughed.
"Dammit!"
"Language! Puffy Pee-Pee," Nephie snickered. She wasn't taking the teasing very seriously.
"No, there is no toilet paper in here!"
"That's another reason you should wear pull-ups, don't you think?"
"Not funny, Nephie. Do you have toilet paper over there?"
"I do, indeed. Nephie to the rescue," she wiped and flushed. "You can count on me to help you out of a jam, Baby Puffy!"
Stephanie wanted to complain about being called Baby Puffy, but she was in a jam.
"Here, stand up and let me wipe your bottom for you!"
"Get out of here!" Stephanie had taken her entire sundress off, and was wearing only some adorable pink cotton panties around her ankles.
"Oh, I love the Care Bears!"
"It's not the Care Bears!" she covered her pussy and blushed.
"What is on your panties?" Nephie knelt down to examine them. "Hello Kitty? Oh my gosh, I used to wear panties just like these!!"
Stephanie blushed so hard that she couldn't see straight. "My mom picked these out for me."
"Oh, of course she did! Stand up, and I'll wipe your bottom for you!"
"Absolutely not! I can wipe my own butt."
"If you want the toilet paper, you'll let me wipe you. Do you know to go front and then back?"
"YES!!!"
"Doesn't look like you are all that thorough!" Nephie placed her finger in the hem of the panties with a look of disgust. The panties were a little soiled because Stephanie had become involuntarily wet when Nephie began kissing her.
"Stop looking in my panties," Stephanie insisted in vain.
"No can do," Nephie removed her sandals and slipped them off. Stephanie put up a slight struggle, but she only managed to amuse Nephie.
"Do these smell like no more tears shampoo?" Nephie took a quick whiff of the panties and held them up. "You'll get these back when you stand up and let me wipe your dirty little bottom!"
"I don't need you to do that, Nephie!"
"I know, but it's gonna happen," Nephie decided.
Unbeknownst to them, an older woman had entered the bathroom and overheard the conversation. "I remember the days of being a young mom, very well."
"I am not her mom, I am her big-sister, well, big-sister to be!"
"No, you aren't. I am older than you!"
Stephanie's voice had a much squeakier register to it than Nephie's voice.
"Sure, you are, Dear! Now, don't be stubborn. Let your sister clean you up, so you can get back to the table and enjoy the Pasghetti!!" the nice lady said. She was convinced that she was dealing with a much younger girl because she saw her bare feet dangling under the stall, and Nephie's big legs kneeling beside her.
"Spaghetti!!" Stephanie corrected.
"That's a really big word! My daughter used to call it Passghetti! You are a very smart girl!" the lady laughed politely and excused herself.
"Now, you can stand up, or I'll pick you up."
"Fine," Stephanie huffed. She realized that she was gonna get picked up whether she liked it or not, so she stood up. The tile was cold on her bare feet.
"Hands away from your winky-winker"
"Do you mean my pussy?” Stephanie scoffed.
“Naughty girl! I would wash your mouth out with soap if it wasn’t the squirty kind,” Nephie feigned offense. She cussed like a sailor. “Your cute little winky is this cute little hairless slit here,” Nephie gently used one hand to lift Stephanie’s wrists to the side.
“I have pubes, they are just blonde,” Stephanie insisted.
“This peach fuzz?” Nephie ran her fingers around the tiny hairs above the girl’s pussy. They felt soft, and fresh. “I’ll show you my winker when we spend the night at each other’s houses and we’ll compare hairs. My last name is Bush, and I have a thick one!”
Stephanie scrunched her nose in defiant disgust.
“Stop squirming around, Fanny. You can get dressed a lot faster, if you cooperate with me. You’ve got a cute winker, I bet your stinker is just as cute!”
"Just say pussy and butthole, please," Stephanie was mortified as she stood there with her pussy exposed and her tits out.
"When you get something other than peach fuzz, you can call it a pussy. Right now, I can barely see your winker, Do you even have one?”
Nephie opened Stephanie’s pussy flaps, and pinched her the flappy skin over Stephanie’s wet clit.
.
“Ow!! That’s my clit!”
“Naughty girl! And that’s the hood, this is your clit,” Nephie explained as she used one hand to lift it up and touch the wet little dangle between Stephanie’s legs. “You’ll call it a winker or a baby bean.”
Nephie admired the tiny little slit in front of her for a moment while holding Stephanie’s clit in between her fingers like it was a cocktail wiener. "It's kind of puffy," she placed the toilet paper on her slit and began to wipe.
It felt good to Stephanie, and she didn't want it to feel good. She bit her lip and remained silent.
"Okay, I think you got it all," she said finally as Nephie hummed to herself while cleaning her.
"That's why you have dirty panties, let Nephie do it right for you."
"This is embarrassing!"
"Oh, no one is watching."
"That lady overheard."
"So? She thinks you are a little girl and I am your mom. Don't you think I hate it that people think I am my father's girlfriend?"
Stephanie hadn't thought about that.
"He'd never be able to bang a chick as hot as me," Nephie mused playfully as she looked up at Stephanie's bare chest. "Those really are adorable little tits. We should make a mold of them, so I can have a pair of those on my wall made out of latex!"
"You wouldn't dare!" Stephanie's face went even redder than she thought possible.
"Honk, honk," Nephie reached up and squeezed her friend's soft, puffy nipples and then said "meep, meep" in a smaller voice to suggest that they were too small to make a honking noise.
"Stop touching my boobs!"
"Those aren't boobs. I've got boobs," Nephie let go of Stephanie's wrists and lifted her own tits with her forearm, only to let them drop and bounce back into place. "Boing, boing, boing!"
Stephanie was incredibly jealous.
"You have boobies."
"No, I do not."
"Yes, you do. Say they are boobies, or I'll honk them a few more times," Nephie made a meep meep sound and stood up to pinch Stephanie's tits.
"They are boobies."
"What? You mumbled. What are these?" Nephie lifted up the tips of Stephanie's oversized areola and let them drop.
"Boobies," Stephanie mumbled.
"I am going to ask you again, and if you say boobs, you won't be getting these delightful Hello Kitty panties back," she warned before turning Stephanie around effortlessly. "Bend over, a little."
"No, not my bottom."
"You can't go to dinner with a dirty little butterfly. Don't worry, I'll wipe you really good."
Stephanie cringed and froze in place the moment the toilet paper came in contact with her butthole. Nephie's finger never touched it, but Stephanie was still deeply ashamed.
"Everybody goes Poo-Poo, Puffy. That wasn't so bad, was it?"
"Are you done?" Stephanie remained in position with her knees slightly bent and back arched.
"Yes, but you can stand like that a few moments longer. I am just looking at your pretty little butterfly. It's so pink!"
"Stop looking at it!"
"At what?"
"Ugh, my butterfly," Stephanie rolled her eyes. She knew that was what Nephie wanted to hear. She turned around to get her sundress and put it back on.
Nephie held the dress close to her chest. "I could have scooped you up and put you on the changing table, and I still might. You need to learn to be a good girl, Fanny!"
"Please! We have to get back to the table before our parents come looking for us."
"Sure, you can go out there like you are," Nephie said.
Stephanie's mouth went dry, and fell open at the same time. Her mind began calculating the amount of humiliation she would receive if she strolled through a busy Olive Garden in the nude.
"Or..." Nephie allowed the pause to allow Stephanie's imagination to run wild. "You can say you are a silly baby that went poo-poo and pee-pee."
"I am not doing that, Nephie!"
"Fine, have a fun walk back to the table," Nephie bluffed and opened the stall door to leave.
"I am a baby that went poo-poo!"
"Almost!" Nephie turned around and flashed a huge smile. "It's I am a SILLY baby, that went poo-poo and pee-pee!"
"If I say this, you'll give me my sundress back?"
"Maybe. Let's see how sincere you sound, first."
"Panties too?"
"No, those stay with me. Babies wear diapers or pull-ups. Now, what's it gonna be? I am due back to the table. I can order you some Passghetti from the children's menu if you are going to be a while in here."
"I don't say that!"
"Well, you will tonight. You are going to order Passghetti from the children's menu."
"I am not!"
"Do you want me to tell them I had to wipe your butterfly clean because you messed your panties? I have the proof right here," Nephie held up the panties she had wadded up in one of her pockets.
"Fine!"
"Good girl!" Nephie was delighted. She patted Stephanie on her head. "Now, since you are so good, and I don't have a gold star for my good girl, I'll give you a choice. You can either say you are a silly little girl, or silly little baby that went poo-poo and pee-pee."
"Ugh!"
"Alright, maybe I'll just carry you out there and say you peed yourself and ask your mom if she has another diaper for you?"
“Fine... I am, uh... a silly little girl.”
"You are, aren't you?" Nephie insisted that Stephanie agree.
"Yes."
"What are you?"
"A silly little girl," Stephanie capitulated.
"And how little are you, Fanny?"
"Little."
"How little?" Nephie whispered helpfully, "Itty bitty."
"Itty bitty," Stephanie admitted.
"Itty bitty titties, itty bitty silly girl!" Nephie booped her nose cheerfully. "Good! Silly little girl want her cute sundress back?"
Stephanie was too humiliated to speak.
"Use your words, silly girl. What are you?" Nephie said as she silently instructed her to lift her arms up so she could slip the dress over her head.
"I am a silly little girl," Stephanie complied without realizing she had done so instinctively and without resistance. It felt natural to do as Nephie had instructed.
"Your mommy still dress you, doesn't she?"
"No!"
Nephie gave her a knowing glance and a chance to correct herself.
"Yes, she picks out my clothes and it sucks."
"Mine used to as well, and it wasn't so bad," Nephie admitted wistfully. "She's passed away now. It's funny the things you thought you hated, that you miss the most."
"Oh, I am sorry!"
"I am too, but I get to dress you the way she dressed me, so that's fun!"
Stephanie hoped this was a one time thing.
"What name do you want? Puffy or Fanny?”
"Neither, I already have a name," she answered bitterly.
"Not an option. The options are Puffy or Fanny. I am letting you choose. I might just mix them and call you Cunnie."
"Um, Fanny." Stephanie considered the options and added that she didn't like either. "My name is Stephanie."
"Stephanie is a big girl's name. It's too many syllables for silly little girls to say," Nephie smiled as she ran her finger lovingly under Stephanie's chin. "Steff-Fanny...you'll be Fanny until you grow some darker girl hair and sprout real boobs. Deal?"
"Ugh." Stephanie acquiesced but very reluctantly.
"Oh, and don't bother tattling. They'll never believe a silly little girl," Nephie smiled. "A good little girl would ask me to carry her back to the table. It's a busy night for the restaurant and we'll need to find where your mom and my dad are sitting, won't we?"
"I can walk there," Stephanie said as she slipped on her sandals and adjusted her dress. It felt strange wearing it without panties, but kind of naughty as well.
"Don't forget to wash your hands, Fanny," Nephie directed them toward the sink.
"I know, but you um, wiped me," she whispered as she washed her hands.
"It's always a good idea to wash your hands before eating, Fanny. You probably have Cheeto dust and mud on your fingers from playing outside," Nephie said just as another woman was walking in with a daughter who was a little shorter than Stephanie.
The mom had overheard the conversation and looked at Nephie with respect. "I was a young mother, too. You are doing a great job!"
"Oh, thank you," Nephie smiled graciously and blushed a little. She led Stephanie out of the bathroom by the hand and found their table.
"You two were in there a long time," Jeff observed as they sat down on the outside of the booth next to their respective parents.
"Fanny ran out of toilet paper, so I had to help her," Nephie admitted.
“No, I didn’t,” Stephanie lied. It was obvious from her red face that Stephanie was lying to cover her humiliation.
"Nephie, I wanted to talk about that nickname. I do not think that Stephanie likes it very much."
A kick under the table stopped Stephanie from speaking her mind. "I don't mind it, very much," she said as she dunked a bread stick and pretending her leg didn't smart after the kick.
"Now that everyone's here." The server walked up. "Do you want a kid's menu?" she placed crayons and some activity pages down for Stephanie.
"No, I'd like..." she felt the pain of another kick. "Passghetti, please."
Diane found the request amusing and so did Jeff.
"One big bowl of passghetti, coming right up. I bet you want a ton of parmesan cheese on that, don't you?" the waitress patronized her like she was a little girl.
"No," Stephanie replied while her cheeks turned red.
"Oh, honey. You LOVE parmesan cheese," Diane intervened. "You are just nervous. It's okay," she said and then she informed the waitress that her daughter would love cheese on her passghetti.
The waitress didn't bat an eye when Nephie ordered the Shrimp Scampi. The waitress excused herself after Jeff ordered for Diane.
"Oh that sucks, she didn't leave crayons for me, they are cool."
"You can have mine," Stephanie passed the crayons and pages over to her.
"Oh no, we can do them together!"
Diane and Jeff were delighted they were getting along. They looked dreamily into each other's eyes while Nephie helped Stephanie with the maze.
"Look, it's easy. See, it's like this, and then like that! You are an all-star! You did it!! You solved the puzzle. Wanna go again?"
"No," Stephanie was flustered.
"Okay, how about we play a game to get to know each other, better. We each ask a question of one another and you have to be honest. You go first!!"
"Okay, um, who is your favorite band?"
"You probably never heard of them."
"The game is you have to answer, Nephie," Stephanie finally thought she had the better of Nephie and pressed the issue.
"Well, this is a question that depends on how much time you got. I have very eclectic tastes, let's see... at first I really liked Pierce the Veil and Alesana, just totally obsessed with heavy screamo, but then I started jamming to the classics. You know, stuff our parents might have liked. Bauhaus, Siouxsie and the Banshees, even the Cure, and a little Morrissey. But then I went down this total rabbit hole into actual underground skramz like La Dispute, and honestly, if the vocals don't sound like a Victorian orphan having a literal panic attack over a beautiful guitar riff, I just can't even listen to it anymore."
"Oh," Stephanie had no idea what Nephie had just said.
"Do you like Barney or Raffi?" she asked.
"Neither!"
"Don't be a silly girl! It's a question and you have to pick, one or the other!"
"Um, Raffi," Stephanie realized that Nephie was trying to make it sound like she listened to music for pre-schoolers. She decided to try a trick of her own.
"When is your birthday?"
"Uh, November 13th," Nephie was puzzled by the question.
"Mine is May 5th!" Stephanie said triumphantly. "I am older!"
"Yes, but you are still shorter than me," Nephie countered.
"So? I am older."
"Yes but you are still shorter than me, and I am big, silly girl," Nephie teased sweetly before asking her next question. "Hop like a bunny or waddle like a duck?"
"What?"
"That's my question," Nephie explained.
Stephanie expected it to be a trick question, but she wasn’t sure what it could be. She shrugged. "Bunny, I guess."
"Oh, I'd like to see that some time! I bet it's adorable! Your turn!"
"What's your favorite color?" Stephanie was out of interesting questions.
"Blue...no yellow, ahhhhhhhh," Nephie acted out a scene from Monty Python that Jeff and Diane both got right away.
"What was that?"
"It's from a movie. Monty Python and the quest for the holy grail. Don't worry, you'll watch it when you are older! What's your favorite character from Hello Kitty?"
Stephanie ground her teeth a little. "Keroppi," she answered truthfully. She half expected Nephie to pull her panties out of her pocket and show everyone that she really liked Kitty.
"Oh, the little green frog. I love him. I bet you hop just like him! I was hoping you would say Badtz-Maru! He's bad ass. I have a ton of Hello Kitty stuff at my house. Do you have any Hello Kitty stuff?"
"That's two questions," Stephanie answered dryly.
"Sorry! Go ahead! This is fun, isn't it?"
"That's three questions," Stephanie snickered. "Okay, my question is are you always this annoying?"
Stephanie hoped it would humiliate Nephie, but the smile on her face said that it hadn't.
"Yep." Nephie confessed proudly. "My teacher calls me a public nuisance at least once a week."
"That's true." Jeff confirmed as he gave his daughter a look. "Thought you were working on that?"
"I am, I am." Nephie chuckled. "Maybe Fanny will show me how to be a good girl! Won't you, Fanny?"
Stephanie didn't want to answer the question.
"That's my question. Will you demonstrate how to be a good girl and set a good example for me to follow?" Nephie asked with only a hint of sarcasm.
Jeff was so used to sarcasm from his daughter that it didn't register because it was so light. He went back to quietly talking with Stephanie's mother.
"Will you give me back my panties?" Stephanie mouthed the words to the question so that only Nephie heard it. She was feeling squishy around her pussy and she wasn't sure why. She assumed it was because she wasn't wearing panties.
"Yes, but you have to let me tickle you," Nephie mouthed back.
"NO!" Stephanie shook her head no and mouthed the word.
"Just one time," Nephie held up a finger and pleaded. "Where are you most ticklish, Fanny?"
“Nowhere,” Stephanie broke eye contact with Nephie and the bigger girl found Stephanie’s vulnerability delicious.
“You gotta be ticklish somewhere,” Nephie was already crossing over to Stephanie’s side of the table. “Let’s find out, shall we? You need to know where you are most ticklish, Fanny!”
Stephanie didn’t stand a chance against Nephie’s bullrush. She began tickling her through the material of her sundress. As soon her fingers began lightly tickling Stephanie’s tight abdomen, hysterical laughter broke loose.
“This would be so much easier if you didn’t have this dress on,” Stephanie teased as she forced Stephanie’s arms up so she could get to her sensitive ribs and underarms.
“Don’t, stop, please!”
“Don’t stop? Well, since you said please!” Nephie had a huge smile as she tickled Stephanie’s neck, and plopped down in the chair next to the smaller girl. Her big butt hung off the edge of the booth, but a girl like Nephie didn’t mind that.
The tables nearby noticed, and most of the people saw it as just the amusing antics of a big sister and her little sister.
“Hey!” Stephanie exclaimed. She was giggling much louder than her protests as Nephie took off her sandals and fed them to her by stuffing them in her mouth, and tickling her feet.
“This little fanny went to market, this little fanny had roast beef, this little fanny went wee-wee-wee-all the way home!!” Nephie pulled the girl’s toes, and tickled the bottoms of her feet until drool was running down her mouth.
Stephanie had forgotten to spit the sandals out of her mouth for a few minutes as she struggled in vain to break free. She had been reduced to a silly, giggly little girl and there was nothing she could do to stop the laughter.
“Who is my silly puffy baby? Baby fanny! That’s who!!! So silly!” Nephie tickled the girls thighs through her dress and finally pulled her into her lap so that Stephanie’s rump was facing up.
“A tickle or a spanking? Which do you want more?” Nephie teased as if she were going to spank Stephanie.
“A tickle…tickle…no spanking,” Stephanie’s stomach hurt from laughing so hard. Her ribs felt like they were going to burst. Her face was red.
“What’s that, don’t spank your chubby butt cheeks? But they are so cute like your chipmunk cheeks!” Nephie pinched and tickled Stephanie’s bottom and did the same to her face.
With Stephanie sprawled across her lap and panting for breath, kicking her legs and unable to stop giggling, Nephie decided to just commit to it. She took a deep breath and blew a raspberry on Stephanie’s butt cheek through her dress.
Stephanie squealed, “Ah-ha-hah!! No!! This is embarrassing!”
“Told you they'd get along.” Jeff murmured to Diane. The couple held hands and looked lovingly at the pair hitting it off.
Any pretense of maturity Stephanie had disappeared. Nephie tickled her everywhere except her tits and her pussy. She managed to tap Stephanie’s butthole once or twice while she was on her lap and noticed how wet the girl was.
The tickling went on without so much as Stephanie being allowed to catch her breath until their food arrived.