Comm: Ice Cream

This is another commissioned piece of Sam and Tom. Here's the story that goes with this image, along with a somewhat teaser as to the next picture of these two!   :

Sam put Tom down, satisfied  that from her close inspection of little Tom that, other than being one-twelfth his former size, he was physically okay. Despite the fact the undies she gave him were many sizes too big, he clung to them to preserve what little dignity he had left. She felt sorry for Tom. He was clearly upset at his shrinking and helplessness. 

“You know Tom, when I’m upset, eating some ice cream cheers me up. I’m going to get you some”

Sam rushed off and a minute later returned with a cone topped with a scoop of ice cream. She held it out to him, then realized the cone was bigger than her diminutive friend. There was no way he was going to hold it.

“Here, come take a lick”, Sam said as she lowered the cone and tilted it towards little Tom. Tom walked over, and moving right up to the scoop of ice cream atop the cone, took a little lick. Then he took another. He paused for a moment and look up at Sam with a smile on his face. “My turn” Sam said as she raised the cone to her mouth to take a few licks.

Sam didn’t notice that her much more powerful licks had loosened the scoop from the cone. As she tilted it toward Tom again, a piece of the ice cream slipped off the cone. Tom let go of his undies and raised his arms to shield himself from the massive ball of sweet, heavy, cold ice cream. Despite his tiny size, he managed to deflect the scoop. Still, the weight of the scoop knocked Tom down to a sitting position.

Sam looked at Tom. He was sitting on the table, a gob of partly melted ice cream covering the left side of his head. More or the cream was running down his chest. And a piece of ice cream was covering his lap. 

She immediately broke into a giggle. Then Sam dropped the cone, and with her finger, started to wipe the ice cream off Tom’s head and chest. “Uh, want me to take that ice cream of your, uh, off your lap?” she asked Tom. Tom, still in a bit of shock, weakly nodded yes. Sam gingerly placed her index finger on Tom’s waist and slowly swept it downwards to push off the ice cream. She gasped as she realized her finger was slipping over Tom’s private parts, and quickly pulled her finger back. “I think I need to wash you off” she told Tom, then stepped away from the table. A few moments later she reappeared carrying a bowl of warm water, a small towel, and two washcloths.