(Content warning: first person narrator, male romance, goblin, micropenis, oral sex, implied diaper use, diaper change.)

The door to my bathroom flung open, and a tiny green man burst into the room, giggling.

“I’m fuckin’ SOAKED!” he screeched in a happy, shrill voice.

I followed him inside the room. To be fair, I was just as wet as he was, and about as giddy.

“I know, right? Seriously, where did that rainstorm come from?”

The project had shipped, the bonuses were coming in, the whole team had been invited to a nearby bar to celebrate. Among them, there was a goblin. Yeah, it was weird for me too, when it first happened. But the workplace has always touted itself as inclusive, and after a while it became normal to see him running around. And it was always running, never walking. So full of energy, that little guy. And such a pleasure to work with every day. We never did anything outside work together, but he was the kind of acquaintance I’d add on social media, if he had any.

Anyways. We had a couple of drinks, a few more bowls of peanuts, and when the euphoria died down we split up to get back to our respective homes. Turns out, my little green coworker lived in the same part of the city as I did, so we walked back together.

And then, out of nowhere, rain began to pour like there was no tomorrow. It took us both by surprise. In ten seconds flat, we were soaked from head to toes. So when we both reached my place, but he was still only halfway to his, I invited him to come in so we could dry up and wait for the rain to stop. It was the neighborly thing to do.

“Uh, you can get up here,” I said as I shoved aside toiletries from the top of a small dresser, “if you want a place to stand up”. In two swift moves, he had climbed on top of the thing. I guess he was used to it, living in a world made for humans and being barely… what,three feet tall? Maybe a bit more? His head was about hip level for me. But as he stood on the dresser, we were basically on the same eye level.

I handed him a small towel, which he immediately used to dry his hair with frantic strokes. I saw him flick his long pointy ears in every direction as he did, it was kind of funny to watch while I was rubbing a towel on my own head. But even once his head was dried off - and his hair comically sprouting in every direction - he was still dressed in soaked clothes.

“Can I get my shirt off?” he squeaked at me. I didn’t see why not. He swiftly pulled free of his tie and unbuttoned his white shirt, which was basically wet transparent fabric draped over him like plastic film at this point, and handed them both to me.

It took me a second to grab it. It was the first time I had ever seen him without a shirt. He had always looked a bit silly, wearing those perfectly pressed white button-up shirts and black ties. It went further than the dress code at the company, and was such a weird contrast with his appearance and demeanor. Now that I was seeing him half-naked for the first time… damn. He was toned. Slim and slightly muscular, but not overwhelmingly so. Not something I was expecting from an office worker.

But then again, he was always running around, climbing on things and doing all kinds of acrobatics just to be able to work in a place not fit for someone his size. I guess it made sense. I just wasn’t expecting him to look so… so…

I shrugged. I turned my back on him for a moment, using a clothes hanger to put his shirt to dry over the bathtub. When I had done so, I asked him: “Hey, do you want another towel to wrap y-”

I couldn’t finish my sentence. My little green coworker had removed his pants, and stood up naked on top of my dresser, trying to dry up his drenched body with the provided small towel.

I was shocked, he couldn’t say anything. Instinctively, my eyes darted down. It’s quite the involuntary reflex when you see someone naked, really, I didn’t mean to… but I did.

He noticed the silence, and turned to me, blinking his golden yellow eyes. “What?” he asked sharply, seeing my stunned look. Then he looked down on himself, and rolled his eyes so hard that his head made a little circular motion.

“Ooooh, woopty-doo!” he let out, opening his arms wide as if to invite me to look at him more. “Never seen a naked goblin before?”

I had not.

“What is it with you big ‘uns are always so shocked when you see just a bit of green skin?”

He made a flailing motion with his while body, and for a moment I thought he was drunk and about to fall down, but it was only so he could jerk his hips with flair. “Well, have a look then! Take a picture, it’ll last longer! Not that there’s anythin’ to see anyway…”

I didn’t mean to mention it, but he was right. The thing between hanging between his legs, still dripping wet, wasn’t anything to write home about. I can’t say I was an expert on goblin biology, but it looked small even compared to his size. It was just a little nub protruding between his legs, with no hair to hide it, and two small round bumps underneath. Yet I couldn’t really get my eyes off of it…

“I’m sorry,” I said as I grabbed a bigger towel, the shock now passed. “I didn’t mean to, uh, you just took me by surprise, that’s all.”

“Nah” he replied with a shrug. “I don’t care. It’s just how I am, is all.”

On a whim, I offered to help him dry the rest of his body, since I already had the towel in hand. He nodded and I began to wrap the towel around his belly, drying the water off his skin. I was surprised he let me do that without any opposition.

But I guess he wasn’t done ranting.

“I mean waddaya gonna do with something dat small?” he told me in a frankly defeated tone. “It’s not big enuff to interest a goblin girl, it’s certainly not big enuff for a human,” he kept rambling as he flailed his hands around, “ an’ I don’t even know what dwarves chicks think about it! It’s just there to be mocked by every man of every species. It’s just… so fuckin’ ridiculous, man…”

I was right around drying his hips at that moment, slightly hunched forward. The dicklet was right in front of me as he was saying these words. I wasn’t really thinking straight.

“I don’t think it’s ridiculous,” I said without missing a beat.

He looked down on me, incredulous. “Whatchu say now?”

I don’t know what took me. Maybe I was tipsy. Maybe I was trying to be nice. Or maybe I liked his little green body more than I was willing to admit. But I leaned down forward, and quickly, sneakily, I planted my lips on his tiny member and gave it a kiss.

“I think it’s pretty cute, honestly.”

I felt a jerk as he stepped away from me. I looked up to see his golden eyes open wide, his mouth agape revealing his pointy little teeth, an expression of pure shock on his face.

Immediately, I felt the red rush to my cheeks and my heart sink. Oh no. What have I done? Am I drunk? I can’t just go around and touch people like that! Not a coworker! Not someone I barely know! I fucked it up, I fucked it up, why did I even do that?!

I straightened up and tried to blubber out an excuse. “I’m sorry, I-I don’t know what t-took me, I-I-I…”

But the goblin shook his head in denial. “No no, it’s, uh…”

We both stood there for an awkward moment, panicked eyes gazing into one another, him still naked, me still holding the towel.

He broke the silence with a squeaky voice. “I’m just not used to… to dat.”

He had the tiniest shadow of a smile on his face, and he timidly moved closer to me. My eyes must have asked a question, because his eyes gave me the answer.

Slower this time, I lowered my head and approached my mouth from his nub.

I don’t know where I learned all of that. It’s not like I had read a manual on giving head. But it just felt… natural. My lips closed around his tiny member, my tongue found the pleasurable bump and started to run circles around it. It was bouncy and salty. I can’t really tell if it grew bigger inside my mouth, but it certainly reacted to my every move.

Its owner, on the other hand, was producing high pitched cries of surprise. I could feel his legs shake slightly. I reached around him with my hands, one hand to prop his back and keep him standing straight… the other lower, squeezing his butt with delight. He entwined his grabby little fingers in my hair, following the bobbing movements I made.

I licked as much as I could, then moved to sucking, like I was trying to create a vacuum around his nub. It felt so nice. Too small to even tickle my gag reflex, but it twitched to my every move. His small cries had moved to loud moans of pleasure. It only enhanced the experience. So I went down, again and again, licking, sucking, kissing the tip, stroking his little balls.

He didn’t last long. I barely had the time to think that my back was starting to ache when I felt his fingers claw into my skull, his body tense up, and with an excited screech, he let out a spurt of salty liquid inside my mouth. I couldn’t suppress a cough as some of the drop hit the back of my throat, even if I tried to hide it. It was odd feeling someone orgasm in my mouth, but not a bad one either.

And just like that, we both relaxed. I gave him a quick cleaning lick, and straightened back up. The smile on his face was now more pronounced as he panted to catch his breath. All tension had left the room, all pretense of being coy around each other was gone.

“Thank you…” he mewled with a coy expression I had never seen him sport before.

I grabbed the towel again and wrapped it around his waist like a skirt. “My pleasure. Do you want some coffee?” I asked gently.

“Yah!” he said, jumping down on the floor. “I think I need one!”

We left the bathroom together and went on to a long, eventful evening.

***

The door to my bathroom flung open, and I chased a giggling little green man inside.

“No buts,” I said in a fakely stern voice, “I can see that you’re soaked from here!”

“Oh come ooooonnnnn!” he whined in return, trying to dodge my hands.

“You’re not getting out of this one, shortstack!” I retorted as I grabbed him under the armpits to hoist him up on the dresser. We had put a rubbery mattress on top of it some time ago. But rather than laying him down like I usually did, I kept him standing upright.

Swiftly, I undid the snaps between his legs, popping open the crotch part of his onesie. A pretty cute one, if I dare say so, sky blue with little clouds and planes peppering it all over. I think the color goes well with his skin.

Freed from the constraints of the onesie, the pull-ups between his legs began to sag heavily. That thing was clearly soaked to the core.

“See? You’ve been a busy little goblin today!” I chastised him, not thinking for one moment that he was guilty of anything. He giggled some more and wiggled excitedly. His motions made the pull-ups slip right off his waist, landing on the mattress with a wet ‘thud’.

“Okay, I think that seals it. If this is how you treat your pull-ups, I think you’re getting a full diaper tonight!” With one smooth motion, I swept the goblin off his feet and laid him down on the rubbery top of the dresser.

“Nooooo, pleeeaaase, not daaaaat…” whimpered the little green man as I took a diaper from one of the drawers, faking outrage like he wasn’t enjoying every moment of it.

So many things have changed since last year.

After that first night together, where we both waited together for the rainstorm to end, we started to see each other a lot more outside of work. From simple acquaintances who happened to be in the same office, we began to develop a much closer relationship. That unexpected moment of intimacy in my bathroom had unlocked something between us.

We had more sex together, then we started kissing - in that order, I know, it’s funny. One thing led to another, and soon kissing became hugging, then hugging became snuggling. It became a habit to sleep together and enjoy each other’s company. We began to hang out together at all times, to the point he considered leaving his own place to come live here. We weren’t there yet, but it would come in time.

I think he felt free around me, able to relax and drop the wall he had built between himself and the world. He could let down his armor when he was around me. No need to hide anything. What was there left to hide?

He started to dress more and more relaxed. He would still wear his impeccable shirt and tie while at work - where we pretended in front of our coworkers that none of this was happening - but at home, he began to dress with simple t-shirts and shorts. Even flip-flops! Because of his size, the kids section is where he would find the most options for a relaxed look. One day, we went on a binge and bought him the most colorful kiddie outfits. We’re talking bright colors, branded t-shirts with colorful monsters on them, the works. He loved it. He wore them all the time.

I can’t remember exactly how it came up in the conversation, but he joked about trying even younger kid clothes, to see if he could fit in footed pajamas or something. I’m not the one to back down from a joke, and on the very next day I got him a teddy bear and a pack of pull-ups to try out. We had a good laugh. Then, well…

… One thing led to another…

… And today, I was hunching forward over my dresser which had long since been converted into a changing table, carefully cleaning his crotch with a cloth.

I saw his little nub twitch under the attention it received. There wasn’t enough time in the day to give this adorable short thing all the attention it deserved. But every once in a while, I liked to sneak in a little kiss on it during a diaper change. To remind him how everything had started between us.

But it was already late in the day and we shouldn’t indulge in such foolishness. As the goblin was sucking on his thumb with obvious glee, I was busy cleaning, drying, and wrapping his little butt in a fresh diaper. He could just about fit in the bigger (human) sizes if I stretched them correctly. And it always got him in a mood, he would play up the baby role so much more when he was wearing one of those Pampers with lions or koalas on them.

Wipes, powder, tapes. It was simple and quick to do when you knew the motions. I was ready to close his onesie on the padding when I noticed his belly button poking from under the hem of the fabric. I couldn’t resist giving it a tickle.

“My my, are you getting a bit of a belly?” I asked in my playful voice. It was true. His upper body was still as toned as ever, but he was getting a little softer in the abs departments. Probably because I fed him a lot better than he did on his own - and that he liked to sneak up some snacks, too.

“No I’m not!” he protested with a hint of bravado.

“Yes you are! You’re getting baby fat!”

I gave him a few tickles on his soft green skin to punctuate my discovery. He tried to dodge my fingers by wiggling on the changing table’s mattress, without success.

“Lies! Lies and slander! I will drag you in court for thaAAAAAAAA-”

His protests devolved into a shriek as I plunged down and blew him the biggest raspberry I could on his belly. His whole body tensed and then squirmed under the tickling. He was laughing like crazy. He had always been a bit ticklish, and I had exploited this weakness every day since we started to live together.

After the laughter had died down, I snapped the buttons of his onesie shut and helped him sit up on his newly padded butt. The tickling session had left him relaxed and wobbly. It’s with a big smile that he looked up to me and slurred:

“I wuv youuuu…”

Damn. I know he plays it up for the crowd, that it’s another of his many in-jokes, but I can’t help but feel my heart flutter each time he tells me that. Even if he doesn’t mean it. Well, maybe he means it, but doesn’t want to admit it. Who knows?

As I stroked his hair into something vaguely presentable, I simply replied: “I love you too.”

“I wuv you three!” he replied with surprising energy, his ears perking up in unison.

“Then in that case, I love you four,” I said matter-of-factly, trying to dismiss the heartbeats I kept missing as he spoke.

“Then I wuv you fiiiiiiiive!” he screeched, bouncing on his padded bum. His golden yellow eyes were sparkling from the inside with a barely contained excitement. It was another of our many back-and-forth jokes, but…

I guess I really meant it after all.

I scooped him up, placed his small frame against my chest, and squeezed him as hard as I could.

“Oh, my little man…” I let out in a voice that was a lot more emotional than I intended. But I meant it, too. He was my little man. My tiny, giggly, sexy, squirmy little man that I adored with all my heart. And I wanted to hold him forever and ever.

He let his head rest in the crook of my neck, wrapped his tiny arms around my chest and squeezed in return. If the strength of his hug was to be believed, he adored me just as much.

It’s only after a long moment that we stop squeezing the life out of each other. I hoisted him a bit higher so our faces were at the same level, and planted a tender kiss on his lips. He returned the favor immediately.

“Do you want some hot cocoa?” I asked him quietly.

“Yah!” he replied in an excited yelp. “But I want it in my bottle!”

We left the bathroom together and went on to a long, eventful evening.