Adam usually liked history class, in fact it was his
favorite of all his classes at school, he really wasn’t feeling it today.
Rather than listen to his teacher’s lecture on the causes of the civil war, he
was lost in his own notebook. He didn’t care for what was on the projector in
front of him, nor the mass of information that was being spewed at him. Yes, he
was staring down at his notebook, but he wasn’t writing down anything relevant
to this subject. Even though his finals were coming up, Adam didn’t exhibit any
interest. This behavior was consistent with a directionless, unambitious late teen
facing the confusing world of emerging adulthood, which he certainly was. There
was no enthusiasm, but there wasn’t any dread either. He really wished he could
be somewhere else, somewhere from a fantasy world of his own making. The
notebook was a portal to that world. He was writing stories and drawing
pictures. But not science-fiction and fantasy stories like you’d expect from a
kid as nerdy as he was, but something he couldn’t share with anyone.
Adam had a fetish called macrophilia. A sexual fantasy
about giant women. Not just tall women (though he’d no doubt find that
exciting!) but women that could literally tower over him like a mountain. His
dream was to be shrunken down and made into a woman’s pet and plaything. He couldn’t
recall a time early in his life where he didn’t have this fantasy. Maybe he had
an experience as a baby involving an overly sensual adult that wired something
into his subconscious, or maybe it was all those crazy cartoons that his
parents substituted for a babysitter. Sugar and Nickelodeon are not exactly the
best combination for a developing child, but that was well over their heads.
His mother and father were loving and meant well, but they were absent-minded.
Leaving Adam to his own devices and his own imagination was a running theme of
his early childhood, and still was even on as leaving high school to enter the
grown up world was imminent.
Adam had turned 18 last month. He could drive to school,
he could vote, he could sign up to the military. But everything else in his
life indicated to him that he was still a child inside. How was he supposed to
feel like an adult? Adam made little effort to grow up, preferring to lose
himself in his own mind and indulge in his kinky fantasies of giant girls than
try to take on even a shred of responsibility. He had no idea how he expected
to handle moving away to college next year when his parents hadn’t even taught
him how to do his own dirty laundry. His grades were good enough for that, he
knew, and his parents had lately been exerting pressure on him to hurry up and
select a major in something pragmatic. Computer science, engineering,
accounting. Something in that department. If he could have it his own way he’d
choose to study creative writing just as an excuse to write more stories and
lose himself even further in his little world.
On his notepad, Adam was drawing a woman. And next to the
woman was a tiny man. Obviously, the little guy was supposed to be him. And was
the woman some porn star? Or a beautiful famous actress? A school crush?
It was Cindy.
Cindy was Adam’s first and only love. And Cindy knew Adam
well. But to her he was just a concern of her profession. She was a clinical
psychologist and Adam was her client. One of many depressed and anxious
teenagers that she counselled and equipped with mental toolboxes to help cope
with their unfulfilling and troubled lives. He couldn’t tell her about his
feelings without jeopardizing their client-therapist relationship (causing him
to be referred) and that’s saying nothing of the age gap between them. She was
over 10 years his senior and with a body and mind like hers Adam was amazed she
wasn’t married yet. With someone like her as a regular part of his life, he
didn’t feel much interest in the girls at his school. And honestly, few of them
would have much interest in him either.
Adam’s drawing of Cindy didn’t leave much to the
imagination. He made sure to exaggerate her amazing curves, her huge plump
breasts, her thick lips and did what he could to draw the way she did her hair.
A clean bun that sat at the back of her head. Even her hair alone was
seductive.
“God, all of Cindy’s male clients must want to bed her.”
Adam thought to himself.
The school bell rang. Adam gathered his things and made
for the door like lightning. He didn’t want to get caught up the trio of jocks
that loved giving him trouble: Brody, Paul and Derek. They were the kind of
guys that played football, chased cheerleaders and barfed gallons of beer on
the weekend. And it need not be said that they weren’t fond of guys that Adam.
They were really on his back the last couple of weeks. The Star Trek shirt that
Adam wore to school was less a piece of memorabilia and more a punching back
for them. It broke his heart when they managed to tear it up. He was lucky
enough to meet LeVar Burton of ‘Star Trek: The Next Generation’ fame at a
convention and have him sign it. Now it was just a signed piece of stretched
fabric punctured with holes.
Adam made it through the halls and to the outskirts of
the school, heading into the trees nearby. Living close to his home and in a
small town he wasn’t afraid of being jumped by hoodlums or lunatics. Matter of
fact he loved to escape to the woods. They were peaceful and he could lose
himself in his thoughts. Thoughts that were often dominated by gigantic women
crushing him between their breasts, sticking him in their shoe or swallowing
him alive.
As he was walking, he felt he was alone. He heard some
rustles in the bushes and brushed them off as woodland critters scurrying about
and then…
*THUMP*
Adam fell to the ground feeling a powerful force hit him
from behind like a ton of bricks. The notebook was thrown 4 feet out of his
reach and slid into a cluster of autumn leaves. Before he could collect himself,
Adam felt both of his arms being grasped. Those jerks Paul and Derek had them
in their grip and made an effort to dig their nails into his arms. This wasn’t
the first time he was ambushed like this and surely wouldn’t be the last.
Knowing how these horrible experiences usually went he didn’t put up any
resistance. As he was held tight, the ringleader of the trio, Brody appeared in
front of him wearing his smug asshole smirk. Brody picked up the notebook out
of the cluster of leaves.
“Hey loser. Did you drop something?” Brody said, waving
the notebook in front of him teasingly.
Adam would have loved nothing more than to break Brody’s
nose, but such an attempt would lead to him getting a worse beating than he
bargained for. It was better to let them have their rough fun with him, get the
anger out of the systems and move on to something equally pointless, cruel and
idiotic.
Brody flipped through the notes, expecting to find
something that could justify mockery. In his mind anyway. And he came across
the drawing of the giantess Cindy.
“Ooooooo, what’s this?” Brody teased “Some kind of weird
sexual drawing? What did you draw here, shit-for-brains?”
Feeling enraged at his fetish being discovered, and not
taking into account that Brody and his goons didn’t understand it Adam snapped
back. “It’s none of your business, meathead!”
Adam retaliating at anybody was rare. He was meek and
shy. But it bruised Brody’s ego well enough.
Brody gave Adam a hard punch in the stomach. The pain
urged him to gag, almost puking. Paul and Derek dropped him to the ground, his
face going right into a pile of crusty leaves covering a damp patch of dirt
that rubbed into his skin. The bullies each gave him a few kicks across his
body. Although this was an assault, they knew not to take it so far to prompt
the passive Adam to call the police and escalate the matter.
Brody tore the Cindy drawing out of Adam’s notebook and
dangled it in front of the poor boy’s face.
“See this? Yeah, so this is what you do in class? I thought
nerds were supposed to be smart. I don’t know what this says about you, but I
suggest you get your head checked out. Now watch this.”
Without mercy Brody slowly tore the drawing in two
lengthways. He wanted to savor Adam’s anguish at the sound of the paper slowly
ripping. Then he dropped it and stamped it into the soil, leaving several holes
with his football cleets. A few hours of effort over many boring classes, all
done to cope with his depression lay in ruin on the floor of the woods.
“Freak.” Brody said before starting to walk away. His
goons followed him, after Derek dropped a ball of spit into Adam’s hair. As
they went on to spend their afternoon on some other form of savagery,
Adam lay there aching and crying. He stared at the shredded
remnants of paper crumpled into the leaves. At that moment he wanted Cindy to
nurse and shelter him like a guardian angel. He wanted it even more than
revenge against those pigs.