In fact, I think that the proportions that you currently have suit you just fine.
It is just my rough estimation, but if I am not mistaken, Roxanne seems to be at least twenty centimeters taller than Sherry, so the differences if their figures and proportions were going to be a given. After all, If Sherry was as short as she is but had breasts as big as Roxanne has, it would not only mean that she would have problems with back and shoulder pains, but in the worst-case scenario even her breast milk might have ended up getting affected in a negative way. She might feel disappointed or defective because of how small her breasts are in comparison to Roxannes, but the truth is that from a medical standpoint, or a standpoint of sherrys health, to be more precise, her current size is more than enough for her, since she is not exactly flat to the level of calling her breasts something as derogative as, for example, mosquito bites.
Do you. . . really mean it?
Yeah, I really mean it, Sherry.
And my thoughts on this matter are exactly the same as masters, Sherry.
I . . . I. . . master, Miss Roxanne. . . thank you. . . thank you so very much. . . ]
You are welcome.
With Sherrys worries in regards to the size of her chest firmly soothed (or at least I want to believe that we managed to soothe them), I used another serving of the foam handed to me by Roxanne in order to cover Sherrys entire body with it. I can always enjoy playing with her chest later, but for now, let me make sure that I am going to give her entire body a thorough wash-up.
All right, I think that about covers it up. Did you enjoy me washing you, Sherry?
Due to Sherrys small size, her head perfectly positioned for us to take care of washing her hair without having her stand on the tip of her toes or without the need for us to me kneeling or leaning forward. All I have to do is to take the soap from Roxanne, make it a little more foamy and. . . voila, it is all ready to be applied to her hair, but since she was not kidding about her having a lot of them, then I am definitely going to need as much soap as I can get in order to wash all of it properly without leaving any patch or strand of it unattended.
While I was busy fighting with the mass of Sherrys hair, Roxanne turned around and approached her from behind so that she could fulfill my request of washing Sherrys back for her. . . . . . or at least I thought that was what she was going to do, but she walked past Sherry and came up behind me instead! It happened quite unexpectedly, but I guess I am going to have my fantasy of being washed from the front and the back at the same time fulfilled after all.
Well then, master. . . I am going to start washing your back.
Oooohh. . . y-yeah, go right ahead.
I could feel her soft, springy bulges on my back! I wanted her to help Sherry, but this works fine for me as well! The only thing that would make it better now would be if I could see everything that she was doing for me, but since she was behind my back I would have to twist my neck quite hard to do it, and I could not do that since I had my hands full with washing Sherrys hair. And speaking of her, due to the amount of the foam that was forming on her head she had no choice but to close her eyes to not allow any of the soapy foam to get in them by accident, so she was also unable to see what Roxanne was currently doing for me, and honestly, I think it is for the better. If she was able to see what was going on at my backside at the current moment, I think it would be very possible for her to faint on the spot. With each of Roxannes movements, my frustration was only growing, so in order to somehow deal with it, I decided to the only sensible thing: distract myself from what was happening behind me by focusing all of my attention on scrubbing sherrys hair with the foam. Even though there is an awful lot of them, they are soft to the touch and feel much like the threads of silk in my fingers, and they are not even resisting my touch all that much. On second thought, let me add something more to their description so that I could convey how they feel more properly: they are smooth like silk and soft like cotton. There, that should do it quite nicely, would you not agree?
This might sound a little weird, but you have nice hair, Sherry. They look like they are of an exceedingly good quality.
T-Thank you they much, master. I Always made sure to take proper care of them whenever that was possible.
I wonder if I could have the hair as thick and smooth as you, or is that impossible for humans?
Maybe that is a characteristic that only the hair of the Dwarven women have? Whatever the case may be, my own dark and light hair are more than enough for the time being, but the thought of me having the same type of hair as Sherry was pretty entertaining in its own right.