Pickpocket Hug Novels & Stories

Instead, she goes to plop down on my couch and throws her arms around me. “Hidi, let go.” I squeak out as I find myself squashed up against her huge breasts. “No, I feel so sad suddenly.” Hidi comes and rubs her head on top of mine. It’s making my headdress shift out of place, and I’m instantly annoyed. “Hug a pillow, then.” I push at her arms, but she is vastly more muscular than me. I can’t get out. “Hush up.” Hidi continues to hold me close, and I feel myself give in.

Little Leo was sitting on her father's shoulders, making a goofy face. A rare, faint trace of a smile touched my lips as I stared at her childhood face. She was adorable, I thought, my thumb gently brushing the edge of the worn photo. So bright... so completely untouched by the darkness of the world. As I went to carefully slide the photograph back into her bag, my fingers brushed against a cold, hard lump sewn hidden within the inner lining of the pocket. My smile vanished instantly. I gripped the fabric, ripping the subtle seam open. Tucked deep inside the lining was a sleek, micro-sized black metallic bug—a dual-function high-frequency listening device and a real-time GPS tracker.

Yet here, in this strange realm of paper money and moving paintings, the tailors had committed an act of pure genius. I pulled my hands out, reached over to the desk, grabbed the leather pouch containing Sigrun's paper money, and shoved it into my right pocket. It vanished entirely. I grabbed the black scrying mirror and shoved it into my left pocket. It disappeared without a trace, leaving my hands entirely free. I took triumphant strides across the room, my hands buried deep in my pockets, grinning like a madwoman who had just conquered a small kingdom. "Pockets," I whispered in reverent awe, executing a crisp, martial turn near the bed. "Actual, glorious pockets. I could carry three apple

The woman answers. Hugo presses the number 17 button obediently and stands straight again from where he stood. I stiffened when I felt his hand holding my hand. My head moved down to it and stared at our hands entwined to each other's. I sheepishly smile while I kept staring at it. Now, he can hold me in the streets. He tightens it a little bit and it made me hold him back a little tighter. I move my head up to him and he smiles at me.

I said as I gently push him away from me. He only chuckle and pulled me closer again to his body before kissing me hard again. I took that as an opportunity to slip my hand into his pocket and took out his phone. I'm glad the phone has a jacket, I pulled it and attach the little sound projector at the back of his phone. Before he could get to realize what was happening, I attach the phone jacket back and slip the phone back into his pocket.

The replacement. My value was never me; my value was always my function. And if I had none to offer, I'm discarded for the next shiny thing. Back in the room, my fingers tremble as I dig through the box I never got around to arranging, spilling clothes all over the floor. Vision blurred, I grab the first thing that feels warm, a thick sweater, and pull it over my shirt. My hands keep moving, restless. Phone, cash, longer pants that hang off my waist like they belong to someone else.

Man, I'm on a roll with these short people jokes today. The receiver of the jokes isn't quite as excited though. "Since you want to short-shame me, hug time is over for you." She attempts to pull away but I bring her back in. "Hey, I'm still sad. I need a little more." "Five seconds more and that's it." Her tone is firm, yet playful. But I can't think straight when her chest is pressed this tight against mine. I really want to kiss her. A warm hug will have to do... for now.

“We’ll just get paid and be, ah, on our way . . . ” “Fine, fine, calm the fuck down.” Yanking off his three-fingered paw, Pink Bunny jams a wrinkly hand into a hidden pouch in his costume’s chest. “Look, pizza people, you didn’t see any of this, okay? Total silence.” Neon-pink condoms, a chicken nugget, and a small bag of pills spill from the pocket as he roots around, his hand finally appearing with a moist wad of twenty-dollar bills. “Here. For your trouble.”

I slide over to her putting the dummy in her mouth, which makes the small guy shout once again. "What are you doing?!" He shouts towards me, I hold my hands up in surrender once again, last time I try to help someone. "I was just helping the baby," I mutter, does this guy need to show us he's tough even with his size? The taller guy pulls Rick over the counter and to the floor to join our group, he proceeds to pace around the shop floor for a little while, his eyes looking over the group than down and something in his hands, from afar it looked like a little photo that you could fit in your wallet.

I remember I will need that little key and ask Hikaru to help me find a spot for it and they giggle. “In the lock of course! But for now, there is a hidden pocket in your skirt,” they say. I am about to ask what lock when they lift their skirt and pull their panties off revealing a little pink chastity device with a small lock, Hikaru’s big dick and balls are in the restrictive device that makes it seem small. I have heard of such devices being used in the act of sissifying feminine people with dicks, but I have never seen one before. “You have the key and this is the best way to wear such a short skirt without everyone seeing my cock,” they giggle.