Summary: After a grueling fight with a terminal illness, Renton dies at the young age of 21, leaving behind his best friend and soulmate, Molly. But upon entering the afterlife, he is informed of a special opportunity that would allow him to return to Earth as a sprite and spend the rest of time with his beloved.
The only catch is that he can't let anyone else discover he's alive again. Oh, and his new form is only a centimeter tall.
Categories: Young Adult 20-29,
Breasts,
Body Exploration,
Butt,
Entrapment,
Feet,
Footwear,
Gentle,
Insertion,
Instant Size Change,
Lesbians,
Mouth Play,
Unaware,
Vore Characters: None
Growth: None
Shrink: Nano (1/2 in. to 2.5 nanometers)
Size Roles: F/f, F/m, FF/m
Warnings: Following story may contain inappropriate material for certain audiences, This story is for entertainment purposes only.
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 11
Completed: No
Word count: 48838
Read: 41465
Published: September 05 2023
Updated: March 15 2024
1. Ch 1. Requiem by TerryLarka
2. Ch 2. Soul Meets Sole by TerryLarka
3. Ch 3. In Honor of Those We Have Lost and Found by TerryLarka
4. Ch 4. Tell Me It's Real by TerryLarka
5. Ch 5. Together in Body and Spirit by TerryLarka
6. Ch 6. Two and One Hundredthsome by TerryLarka
7. Ch 7. Plenty of Places to Hide by TerryLarka
8. Ch 8. From His Perspective by TerryLarka
9. Ch 9. Living the Dream by TerryLarka
10. Ch 10. Don't Take My Dream by TerryLarka
11. Ch 11. Exit from Paradise by TerryLarka
Ch 1. Requiem by TerryLarka
Bright
light flooded Renton's vision. Sterile air filled his lungs. His girlfriend's
futile attempt at stifling her tears drowned out what little noise came through
his hospital room. Renton was dying. Stage 4. He would have graduated college
in three months alongside his girlfriend, Molly, but his latest prognosis
showed that it'd take a miracle for him to see next week. And miracles were in
short supply these days.
"Is
there anything I can get you?" she sputtered out between sniffles. Renton
hated seeing her like this. She was the strong one in their relationship,
physically and emotionally. One time as kids, some bully harassed Renton over
his shaved head, and Molly bloodied the jerk so bad he spent more time in the
hospital than she spent suspended.
"An
orange soda sounds nice," he mumbled. His voice was weak, barely audible
to the woman seated beside him. Her spiky, ash-blonde hair was more ruffled
than usual, and her t-shirt and jeans were wrinkled. Recently, she lacked the drive
to maintain a well-kempt appearance.
"I'll
go get you one. Don't go anywhere; I won't be long," she joked, though her
delivery was hampered by choking on tears. The moment she left the room, it
felt as if time had stopped. The hospital's ambient sounds faded from earshot
until all was silent. Renton panicked. He was afraid his hearing had gone out,
that he was losing his senses one by one. He wasn't ready to die yet, not by
himself, not without Molly by his side.
"Hey
there, hero! How's it hanging?" a sprightly voice called out from the
doorway. Relief washed over Renton as he heard someone enter the room. He
wasn't dying just yet.
"Hello?"
he responded dryly. It was a young woman. Short and pretty. She looked like
some sort of pop star. Her hair was light pink to its roots as if it were
naturally that color. A black, Evanescence t-shirt and plaid blue shirt
accentuated her shapely figure. Her knee-high leather boots clacked loudly on
the tile floor. "Who are you?" Though she looked to be his age, Renton
didn't recognize her from school or elsewhere. He thought she might be some
influencer looking to cash in on his misfortune.
"You'll
find out when it's time. For now, just take it easy." She sidled up to his
bed and leaned in to hug him. It was extremely awkward for the inebriated man.
Being grabbed in his condition was uncomfortable enough, and the stranger's
hefty bosom pressing into him only made it worse. She rested her chin against
his shoulder; her hair smelled flowery, like gardenias. "I'm here ahead of
schedule," she whispered into his ear. "If there's anything left you
need to do, now's the time to get it done."
"What?"
Renton asked. Without explaining herself, the mysterious woman got up and
skipped to the door.
"See ya
soon, Ren!" The moment she disappeared into the hallway, the hospital came
back to life, the beeps of medical equipment and the staff's footsteps echoing
through the floor. Renton was left strapped to his IVs, alone and bewildered. A
minute later, Molly returned, holding a white aluminum can.
"Sorry,
all they had is diet," she said before pausing to look at her partner.
"Is everything alright? You look troubled." Even through his ghastly
face, she could tell something was bothering him.
"It's
nothing," he muttered, grabbing the can from her. "I'm trying to
watch my weight anyway. All that sugar would dig me an early grave.” They both
tried to laugh, but breathing hurt like hell for Renton, and the mere mention
of a grave just elicited more tears from Molly’s ducts. The two stared into the
other’s eyes, afraid of what was to come. Renton didn’t fear death itself; he
had long come to terms with his condition, and even welcomed oblivion if it
meant an end to his suffering. However, the thought of being alone for eternity,
of being separated from Molly, mortified him. Likewise, Molly dreaded the
lonely life that awaited her. Renton was the love of her life, her best friend since
childhood, and the thought of him just not being there was incomprehensible.
Renton dwelled on the pink-haired girl’s words.
“Molly, do
you want to get married?” he asked, dead serious. The tears froze for a moment,
her eyes wide open. “I don’t have a ring or anything, and I can’t promise a
relaxing honeymoon, but…” Molly lunged onto him, her arms wrapped around his
emaciated shoulders. She pressed her face into his, her warm breath rushing
down his neck. If her embrace hurt at all, Renton didn’t feel it.
“Why didn’t
you ask me sooner, you idiot!?” she bawled.
“I didn’t
want to be a burden, even more of one. I thought it wasn’t worth troubling you,
considering…” Molly pulled back and looked him dead in the eye.
“You have
never been a burden, and you never will be. I want to marry you so bad it
hurts.” Molly got up and pulled out her phone. For the first time in a long
while, Renton saw her smile. “My uncle’s a notary. I’ll call him, so we can get
married tonight. I’ll let our parents know too. Oh, they can pick up a cake at
the corner store, and we can have a small celebration here.” She looked so
giddy planning their spontaneous wedding that Renton felt he could live another
hundred years off her happiness alone.
…
After
escaping a pitch-black tunnel, Renton awoke to the sun’s heavenly rays beaming
down on him. He felt warm, warmer than he had in weeks, but it was a
comfortable heat, like the first day in spring when one could stop wearing a
coat outside. It took some time for his eyes to adjust to the bright light
consuming him. He could feel his bed beneath him, though it was far too soft to
be the hospital bed. It was warm too, but not like the air around him; it was
as if it exuded its own heat, enveloping him in a welcoming warmth. The last
thing he remembered was falling asleep, his newly wedded wife resting her head
on his chest as the two “consummated” their marriage.
“Wakey-wakey,”
a delicate voice cooed. “Did you sleep well?” Renton rubbed his eyes, color
fading into view as his eyes finally adjusted. Directly in front of him was a
wall of white fabric draped down all the way to the floor before him. His gaze
wandered up the fabric, past two enormous mounds, and up towards the massive
face of a pink-haired woman. “You looked so cute I didn’t want to wake you.”
Renton
started back in shock. He was sitting on the lap of a giant woman. She was
wearing a white slit dress with a plunging neckline accented in resplendent gold.
Renton took her for a goddess, the spanning dove wings protruding from her back
completing the look. The woman giggled as the man absorbed her splendor.
“There’s no
need to gape like that. You haven’t even seen yourself yet.” The ginormous
woman brought down her hand, holding her fingers vertically before Renton. Her
middle fingernail was as tall as he was. The keratin surface glistened and
transmogrified into a mirror-like, reflective sheen, giving Renton a clear
image of himself. The first thing he noticed was the long, wavy brown hair
flowing from his scalp. His body, what wasn’t covered by a white long-sleeve
and matching slacks, was flush with the tint of life. There were muscles on his
bones and his skin was no longer pallid. The silken clothes adorning him were
beyond velvety, softer than the downs of a mother goose. Hovering half a foot
above his head was a brilliant ring of golden light.
Renton
relaxed as he pieced together what happened to him, his bare feet scrunching a
miniscule portion of the giant woman’s thigh. “I’m sure I’m dead. That much is
obvious,” he mumbled to himself, surprised at how vigorous his voice sounded.
“So, am I in heaven, or is this a dream induced by my dying brain as it clings
to the final musings of my consciousness.”
“The former,”
the angel responded, perplexed by the latter.
“Interesting.”
Renton paced around the thigh, pondering the implications. “I’m sorry if this
is rude to ask, but could you tell me which religion got it right?”
“Technically,
none of them,” she responded. “Though each one was correct about something or
another.” Renton brought his hand to his chin as he pondered every existential
question that ever crossed his mind. “And before you ask me every existential
question that’s ever crossed your mind, how’s about I give you the rundown.”
Looking up at the woman’s colossal face, Renton finally realized she was the
girl that visited him the day he died. “I’m Petra, your guardian angel. And
this is Heaven.”
Petra was
sitting on a grassy meadow beneath a blossoming sycamore tree. Surrounding her
was a sea of clouds that stretched far beyond the endless horizon. The skies
radiated azure with rippling waves billowing across it as if the ocean hung
upside down. “You are a soul, given a form that best represents your idyllic
self. And now that you’re free from your mortal coil, you can enjoy the land of
milk and honey to its fullest, for all eternity!” She threw her arms into the
air, sending her buxom bosom into a bouncing frenzy. Renton tried not to stare,
but from his perspective, it was impossible to look at her face without the
twin peaks poking into view. “It’s okay to gawk,” she said, looking back down
at him. His face burned bright red. “I’m your guardian angel after all.”
“No, it’s
not!” he asserted. “I have a girlfrie- er, wife! And leering at an angel must
be a sin.”
“Silly, you
can’t sin in Heaven,” she chuckled. “Marriages are ‘until death do you part,’
remember? Though, I respect your loyalty.” Renton wasn’t convinced, his eyes
darting to avoid the excessive amount of skin the angel’s dress revealed. “And
really, you mortals are way more prude than you need to be. Half of your ‘sins’
don’t even exist. As long as your kind and respectful to others, you get to
come straight to Heaven and skip past the soul wash.”
“Soul wash?
Is that like Hell?”
“Sorta. It’s
not called that, though. We refer to it as the Downstairs. There we wash evil
people’s souls of impurities until they’re good enough to enjoy Heaven,” she
said with a smile, though Renton’s puzzled expression conveyed to her that he
had more questions. “Here, let me show you.”
The tiny
man was blinded by a flash of light. Once he recovered, he found himself
standing in Petra’s expansive palm, looking out over a monotone grey office
space. The place was cordoned off by cubicle walls, though the spaces between
were surprisingly expansive. Everything, the walls, desks, computers,
keyboards, and every other odd and end was the exact same shade of grey. Even
the hardwood flooring, though one would be hard pressed to see that under the
thick, crimson layer of blood. Before Renton and Petra stood an angel with
bright blue hair, decked out in black leather. She was the spitting image of a
dominatrix with a tight leather corset, matching leather G-string, and
thigh-high stiletto boots, the bottom of which were stained red. Her back was
turned to them, giving them a full display of her obsidian dove wings and ample
posterior. Upon further inspection, Renton noticed something squirming in
between her oppressive glutes.
“Repent
maggots!” the angel sneered. “Cast off the weight of your misdeeds as you
succumb to the weight of my foot.” She stomped her boot down, sending a wailing
chorus crawling up her leg. Beneath her leather-clad sole were at least a dozen
tiny people, each as small as Renton, being pulverized under the angel’s
merciless pressure. Poking out of her G-string were a dozen flailing limbs,
each grasping at the paltry fresh air made available to them. “Soak in the
blood of your cold-hearted brethren and reflect on the evils you wrought on the
world!”
“We wash
out the soul’s impurities through torture,” Petra explained way too calmly. “It
never lasts an eternity like you mortals worry over, but the sessions can last
upwards of a million years for some people.”
“Does the berating
help with the cleansing?” Renton asked.
“No, not
directly. That’s for the angels, helps them get into it.” Petra looked up and
waved to the dominatrix. “Hey, Cindy!” The blue-haired angel turned, her scowl
giving way to a wide grin.
“Petra,
darling, long time no see!” Cindy rushed over and gave Petra a kiss on the
cheek, paying no mind to the tinies she crushed underneath her gait. “What
brings you down here?”
“Giving a
newbie a tour of the place. He wanted to see how the Downstairs worked.” Cindy
bent over, her massive face eclipsing all else from Renton’s view.
“Aww, what
a cute lil’ fella,” she cooed, pinching the tiny’s cheek, really his entire face,
between her overwhelming fingers. “You’re going to love it upstairs. Petra’s such
a great hostess.”
“Oh, you
flatter me!” Petra blushed. “I’m not even half as good as you were.”
“Don’t be
so modest. Sometimes I miss being a guardian…” Cindy noticed a speck of a man
pulling himself across the blood-soaked floor, making a desperate attempt to
flee while his torturer was distracted. Cindy casually lowered her boot on top
of him and twisted, glancing away from her friend for barely a second. “…but my
current role is just so invigorating. You should really try it sometime.”
“Thanks,
but I’m more of the gentle caretaker type,” she remarked, patting the side of
her head while her tongue poked out from the corner of her mouth. “Anyway, I
better get back to showing this guy around. See you at Lillian’s party?”
“Absolutely!
Can’t wait!” Cindy gave Petra a kiss farewell before bending over and doing the
same for Renton. It was just a quick peck, but her ginormous lips struck him
with enough force to knock him over. It was like crashing face first into a
pair of airbags, though oddly pleasant all the same. The dominatrix turned and
walked back towards the desk where more tortured souls waited, scratching those
in her G-string deeper into the abyss.
With a
radiant flash, Petra and Renton returned to the sycamore tree. “What’d she mean
by ‘hostess’?” Renton asked.
“Normally,
you’d have a private suite on the promenade, and I’d be there to ensure all
your wants and needs are met. Like a giant, angelic butler!” Petra sat back
down, holding Renton up to her chest. The immensity of her infinite cleavage
intimidated the little guy, but he managed to stay focused on her explanation
in spite of the tremendous odds against him. “However, you qualify for a
special opportunity.” Renton cocked an eyebrow, feeling like he was about to be
roped into buying a car. “The Goddess above loves her creations with all her
heart, but sometimes a kind soul is taken from the material world at a
tragically young age. As regrettable as it is, we can’t go and change fate
willy-nilly, but we can offer an alternative.” Petra waved her arm and a slideshow
appeared projected behind her. The projection showed various slides of people
laughing and frolicking with miniature people in their hands. “The Heaven’s
Reborn Initiative!”
Renton
squinted at the pictures with his mouth ajar and his head cocked. “Huh?”
“Since you
died before you could really live your life, we’re giving you a second shot at
it. Though, we can’t just bring you back as you were since that would defy fate
and all that. So, we let you return as a sprite.” A diagram popped up on the slideshow
to accentuate her presentation, depicting a faithful illustration of Renton’s
current form next to the towering mass that was Petra. “You see, the human soul
is actually really small, which is mighty convenient because it’d be a real
pain fitting a hundred trillion of you guys up here otherwise. But it also
means we can send you guys back to the mortal realm as sprites and not have to
worry about you disturbing the natural order.” The next slide showed an
animation of Ren’s soul being stuffed into an envelope and mailed to Earth. “You’ll get to live a second life on Earth,
albeit at only a centimeter tall, but there’s still plenty of opportunities
available to you at that size.” A few stock photos popped up: a sprite swimming
in a glass of water, one watching a movie while chomping on a popcorn kernel as
tall as him, and another sleeping on a pillow the size of a football field. “And
once your second life reaches its conclusion, you’ll return here and enjoy the
bounty of Heaven to the fullest. It’s a win-win!”
“What’s the
catch?” Renton questioned. If there was one thing life taught him, nothing good
in this world came without a cost. “Besides my height.”
“There’s no
catch, silly!” Petra dismissed, waving her hand in front of her face. “This is
Heaven. Everything here is too good to be true!” She leaned back, resting her
pointer finger on her chin. “Or is it ‘Nothing here is too good to be true?”
Renton didn’t blink, his skepticism overpowering the angel. “Okay, there’s a
small catch. You can’t let anyone see you. If a normal person spots you, then
we rip you straight back to the afterlife. You won’t get punished or anything;
we just can’t have tiny dead people walking around in front of the general
public.”
“That means
I have to stay isolated from everyone and sneak everywhere to get around.”
Renton paced back and forth on the palm, hypothetical scenarios dancing through
his head. “What kind of second life is that?”
“Not
everyone! Sorry, I only got half the presentation memorized, so I forgot a
step.” The slideshow displayed a stock photo of a tiny man in a smiling woman’s
palm being held up to her face, a pink heart outlining the pair. “You’re
allowed to pick up to two people that can know of your existence. Basically,
you get to live the life you were denied with that special someone. Younger
kids tend to pick their parents, while teens and adults pick their lover and
best friend. Or lovers, if that's your thing. We can't do more than two
people, though. It gets too complicated after that."
"Molly.
I want to be with Molly." His response took no hesitation.
"Figured
as much. Who do you want as your number two?"
"Just
her. That's all I need. It wouldn't be fair to Mom or Dad to only pick one of
them, and there isn't anybody else I'm all that close with. Molly is more than
enough."
"Alrighty!
Then it's settled. We can begin right away, if you'd like."
"Please."
Upon receiving Renton's consent, Petra chanted an indecipherable incantation.
Luminous runes appeared around Renton, passing through his body as his
surroundings faded from view. He felt his body get heavier and his hair flowing
in the wind as he left the ethereal paradise and returned to the mortal realm.
As the final rune passed, his halo disappeared, and Renton found himself alone.
He stood before a door stretching a mile high, standing on short, musty
carpeting. Even at his diminished height, he recognized the less than luxury
apartment building he and Molly lived in together.
"Patching
in. One, two, three," Petra's voice called directly into Renton's mind.
"Sounds like our mental link is working, so we can communicate anytime
without me being present."
"Hey,
Petra, why am I standing outside my front door?" Renton asked, craning his
neck to look at the thing. "Aren't you going to take me to Molly?"
"Right,
I knew I forgot to tell you something!" Renton could hear pages flipping
on the other end. “According to the rules, you have to get her attention
yourself. I can’t help you.”
“What!?
Why!?” he shouted, though his voice was as audible as a mouse’s squeak.
“Think of
it like a test to prepare you for your new life as a sprite,” Petra advised,
hoping her asspull of a justification was convincing enough.
“That
doesn’t make any sense!” Renton’s eyes darted across the far-stretching hallway,
grateful that it was empty.
“I don’t
know what you’re freaking out for. I made it real easy for you. As soon as she
opens that door, she’ll see you, and you’ll be all set.”
“What if
she doesn’t look down?” There was a long pause.
“Huh. I
didn’t think of that.” A startling groan roared before Renton as the old door
creaked open. Towering over the miniscule man was the love of his life, a curvaceous
pillar of a woman decked out in jeans and the local baseball team’s jersey.
Renton froze, unable to comprehend the magnitude with which she stood over him.
Her legs stood tall as skyscrapers but moved with the fluidity of water. Renton
didn’t have long to gawk at his wife as her image was obscured behind the sole
of her Converse. Her sneakers were well-worn, still standing after a hundred
miles of abuse. The bottoms were filthy, covered in a cross-continental
sampling of dirt and detritus. The sneaker was primed to make direct contact with
the sprite as Molly took the first step out of her apartment. The rubber sky
quickly plummeted towards the tiny man, giving him no time to escape its
all-encompassing reach. Renton couldn’t move. He could barely think. He had
already faced death once, already suffered hellish pain, but this was no less
terrifying. To be brought back to life only to become a stain under his wife’s
sneaker, what kind of sick joke was that?
“Petra!”
Renton fell to the floor, the rubber sole a centimeter off the ground. “Help
me!”
Ch 2. Soul Meets Sole by TerryLarka
It was
9:45am. Molly was headed out the door to get to her first class. Though her
partner had died on their wedding night two days prior, she still wanted to
attend her classes, hoping they could distract her from the overwhelming grief
consuming her heart. Little did she know that her short-lived husband was
actually alive and well at her doorstep. Though, as small as he was, she’d be
forgiven for not noticing the speck of a man as her cataclysmic sneaker rained
down onto him.
“Petra!
Help Me!” Renton shouted a millisecond before the rubber sole embraced his
entirety. He felt the immense weight of his wife press down on him as she
shifted her balance onto that foot. Nothing the man had experienced was
adequate enough to describe the pressure he felt. He imagined this must be what
it felt like to deadlift an elephant on Jupiter. He couldn’t so much as move
his fingers as he was flattened against the doormat to his home. He squinted
his eyes shut and waited for the pop, waited for the black tunnel with the
bright light at the end, waited to wake back up in Petra’s lap, his second life
cut pathetically short. But, there was no pop. The fingers he couldn’t move
were still there, as was the rest of his body. And as suddenly as Molly’s
tremendous weight shifted onto him, Renton felt it ease off. His puny body was
lifted high in the air and hung for a second before it came crashing back down
onto the floor, the unworldly pressure flattening him once again.
“Yo, you
good?” Petra asked, their telepathic connection unphased by the hundred fifty
pounds of woman on top of Renton. The tiny man was wedged into the rubber sole
like a stubborn pebble. It molded around his frame and held him captive as he
was continually beaten against the apartment building’s rough carpeting.
“How Oomph!
Am I Oomph! Still Oomph! Alive?” he shouted into the sneaker, his
body at the complete mercy of his wife’s gait. Along with not being a bloody
pulp, Renton realized he wasn’t in pain. It was extremely uncomfortable being
sandwiched between his wife’s shoe and the floor, but it didn’t hurt.
“Because
you’re not ‘alive’ to begin with. I materialized your soul so that it could
exist physically in the mortal realm,” Petra explained. “That’s what a sprite
is. You can’t die because you’re already dead. You’re like a ghost that can
touch things and get stuck under someone’s foot.”
“Can you Oomph!
Get me Oomph! Outta here!?”
“It’ll be
easier if you just speak to me through your thoughts.”
You can
teleport, right? Renton thought, hoping it was getting through to his
angel. Can you beam me off her foot?
“Nope,
I can’t teleport physical objects, not even sprites. I can only move my own
body and ethereal substances like a soul. Of course, I could go down there and
pick you off myself…”
Then do
it! Molly walked out of the apartment onto the sidewalk. The cold, hard
cement was even worse on Renton’s back than the cheap carpeting. The rough
surface scratched against him as Molly kicked herself forward; it left no scars
or injuries, but it was as irritating as scraping chalk against a blackboard.
“How? She’s
not going to listen to some stranger asking to pick something off the bottom of
her foot. Besides, I’m not supposed to interfere with your test to get her
attention.” It was only a ten-minute walk from their apartment to the
inner-city campus’ main classroom, but the trek may as well have been an hour
to the trapped tiny. Renton managed to pivot his head far enough to get a
glimpse of anything besides rubber. For the brief seconds where he wasn’t
pancaked into the cement, he could catch a glimpse of their surroundings: the
people passing by, the cars on the street, the storefronts lining downtown. His
view was interrupted when Molly unwittingly stepped on a soggy piece of chewing
gum, mushing Renton into the soft, sickly-sweet confection. As her foot pulled
up, the gum stretched with it, tearing from its foundation in the cement and
plastering itself against Renton on Molly’s sole. Though it coated his back in
a stranger’s lingering saliva, the gum at least cushioned his fall as it
flattened beneath Molly’s step.
Don’t
suppose it can get worse than this, Renton thought moments before Molly
stepped carelessly into a puddle. In all fairness, it was a shallow puddle, not
high enough to discomfort the woman in any way; but at Renton’s size, it was
enough to submerge him, water pouring in through tears in the gum. He finally
noticed that he had no trouble breathing throughout this ordeal. In fact, he
wasn’t breathing at all. Petra…
“Yeah,
you don’t need to breath. Not alive, remember?” she responded. “You don’t need
to eat or sleep either, though you can still enjoy food if you want.”
Neat, he
thought as a particularly sharp pebble pressed up against his neck.
The relief
he felt upon entering the main classroom building’s tile floors was palpable.
The only thing to contend with there was dust which was mostly caught by the
gum coating him. The deafening squeak of her soles scraping the floor got old
fast, though. But then, it was preferable to the vexing noise approaching.
“Molly,
wait up!” a dulcet voice called out. Molly stopped and turned, grinding Renton
against the tile flooring. A young man jogged up to her. At 6’5”, he stood half
a foot taller than her.
“Oh hey,
Chaz,” she greeted him. Chaz was an acquaintance of Molly’s, and an
“acquaintance” of Renton’s. The perfect balance between lean and muscular, Chaz
was a dreamboat in every respect and the antithesis to the frail and infirm
Renton, even moreso now that the former cancer patient was dirt stuck to a
shoe.
“I heard
about Ren. Sorry for your loss.”
“Thanks,” was
all she could muster. She realized people weren’t going to stop reminding her
of him today.
“No prob.
If you need a shoulder to lean on, I’ll be there for you.” His magenta tank-top
showed off his perfectly toned shoulders, and his grey gym shorts put his
herculean calves on full display. It was a wonder to everyone but Renton how
the handsome, personable stud could still be single. “In fact, I’m free all day
today. Maybe after your class we can go out for coffee and chat.” The secret
was that he was obsessed with Molly. He saw himself as the inebriated Renton’s
rival; Renton saw him as a jealous bull. In life, Renton was more concerned
over what he was having for breakfast than he was over some nice guy hitting on
his girlfriend, but the idea of Chaz weaseling his way into Molly’s heart after
his death made Renton’s skin crawl.
“I
appreciate the offer,” Molly responded politely, “but coming here is draining
enough. I’m probably going to head straight home after class.” It’s not that he
didn’t have faith in his partner, Renton simply feared that Chaz wasn’t above
taking advantage of his grieving crush’s emotional vulnerability.
“That’s
fair,” Chaz replied. “The offer stands for whenever you need it.”
“Thanks,”
she muttered and made her way to her classroom. Her once peppy personality
began to waver a year ago as Renton’s condition worsened; for the past couple
months, even he had rarely glimpsed her smile. As she entered her class and
took her seat, the eyes of those close to her turned her way.
“What are
you doing here?” Becca, the girl seated behind her, asked.
“I get this
is the capstone, but the professor’s not going to mind you missing a day to
mourn,” Lindsay, the girl in front, said.
“I just
wanted to think about something else for an hour,” Molly explained. “So far, it
hasn’t worked.”
“When’s the
funeral?” Becca asked.
“Two days.”
“That’s
good,” Lindsay confined. “The ceremony will ease the pain you’re feeling.”
“If you say
so.” As usual, the professor walked in on the dot, scrambled papers bursting
from his briefcase.
“Morning
class. Today’s an important lesson, so let’s…” He looked up from his standing
desk towards Molly and approached her as discreetly as the head of class could.
“You don’t need to be here,” he gently whispered. “Go. I’ll make sure you’re
caught up when you get back.” Molly wasn’t sure how he knew. Maybe Becca
emailed him, or perhaps there’s a faculty memo that gets sent out for this sort
of thing. Either way, Molly decided to heed his offer.
“Thank
you,” she mumbled, getting up and returning home. The trek back wasn’t any
better for poor Renton, but this time he wasn’t fazed. Unable to feel physical
pain, his mind was instead consumed with emotional agony. He had to get Molly’s
attention, not for his sake, but so she could be happy once again.
Upon
entering the empty apartment, Molly kicked off her shoes and walked over to the
cramped living room. No longer being walked on, Renton tried to free himself,
but his candy binding held him firmly in place. Molly sat down on the couch and
grabbed the TV remote off the coffee table. She pointed it at the small TV and
froze, staring at her reflection in the black screen. The room was silent, so
devoid of sound that Renton thought maybe his inaudible voice could be heard,
but a sudden desire stopped him.
Reflected
off the TV was Molly, sitting on a love seat made for two. Her finger trembled
over the power button; it’d be so simple to kill the silence, to fill the void
in her heart with the company of talking heads, but that empty love seat stared
back at her, the indent of its former occupant beckoning her to despair.
The remote
fell from her hand onto the floor, followed closely behind by tears. Molly
bawled, clutching her contorted face as her blubbering howls echoed across the
room. Her pained weeping drowned out the only other sound in the room: a faint
whimpering beneath the sole of her Converse.
Ch 3. In Honor of Those We Have Lost and Found by TerryLarka
Eventually,
the tears dried up. Molly’s cracked, red eyes choked on the air puffing out of
her ducts, incapable of producing anything more. The mourning woman stood up
off the love seat and walked to her bedroom, formerly their bedroom. She
collapsed onto a bed that was never quite big enough for two people, but now it
felt far too large for one. With nowhere else to go, Molly retreated into
sleep, and though her lost love haunted her dreams, she preferred it to his
absence awaiting her in the waking world.
Renton was
still stuck to her shoe. No matter how much he squirmed, the gum applied to his
body would not give way. A part of him accepted that this was how his second
life would play out, stuck to the bottom of his wife’s sneaker until the day
she finally threw these worn down threads into the trash.
There was a
sudden flash, and Renton could feel his prison lift into the sky. “Hey there,
hero. How’s it hanging?” a pink-haired woman said, holding the sole to her
face.
“Petra?
What are you doing here?” Renton asked. The angel was wearing her Evanescence
shirt and plaid skirt; it must have been her Earthly attire. She pinched the
piece of gum between her fingers and pried it from the sneaker, pulling Renton
off with it. “I thought you weren’t allowed to help me.”
“I’m not,
not directly anyway.” She chanted a short incantation. A silver rune draped
across Renton and dissipated the grime coating him, gum included. “I’m just
getting you out of a sticky situation. Getting your partner’s attention is
still your responsibility.”
“Petra, can
I ask a favor? It won’t count as help, I promise.”
“Of course!”
she announced with a toothy grin. “I’m your guardian angel after all!”
“Can you
place me in Molly’s purse?” he requested. Petra turned to the counter behind
her where the handbag sat.
“Sure, but
why do want to go in there?”
“I don’t
need to eat or sleep or breath, so a few days in there won’t kill me,” he
rambled. “I know it’s selfish of me. I want to let Molly know I’m here as soon
as I can, but there’s something I have to see first.”
“You want
to attend your funeral,” Petra deduced. Renton nodded solemnly in her grip. “Makes
sense. Most souls watch theirs from Heaven, though you’re a special case.”
Petra stared at the purse while she pondered the consequences. “It’s probably
for the best in the long run; let her process some of her grief before you jump
back into her life. Besides, I think you’ve earned the right to be a little bit
selfish.” She walked over and plopped him in. On top of Molly’s personal items
was a layer of crumpled, discarded tissues, giving Renton a soft and somber
landing. He dug through the damp tissue paper, past a lumber pile of pens and
lip balm, and onto the purse’s leather floor. There was a small hole in the
bottom corner of the purse, just large enough for Renton to peek his petite
head through, giving him an adequate view outside of the purse. At the moment,
he could see their kitchen table, fridge, and Petra’s bulbous face poking into
frame. “All snug? I’ll be heading back, but I’m always available via the comm.
If you get stuck again, I can be back in a flash, so long as no one else is
around.” The angel vanished in a blink of light, leaving Renton alone in his
apartment.
He laid
there silent and stationary, wandering thoughts as his only company. A lifetime
of doctor’s offices and hospital rooms prepared him for the monotonous wait he
embarked on. For the whole day and the entire night, he only saw Molly once,
eating a single piece of toast for dinner before returning to bed. Every hour
or so, he could hear her crying from the bedroom before she drifted off into
depressive lethargy. It hurt Renton to see her like this, but a small part of
him was at least comforted by the clear display of how important he was to her.
Once the
moon took its rightful place in the blackened sky, Renton attempted to fall
asleep. It was difficult. In life, it was the never-ceasing pain that kept him
awake, but in death, he simply wasn’t tired. He closed his eyes shut, but his
brain wandered restlessly, as if it were hopped up on caffeine. Now that sleep
wasn’t a necessity, there was nothing to lull him into slumber. Had he a job or
a hobby or anything to do besides lay in his wife’s purse for two days, this
would be quite the productive development. But alas, all he could do was wait
and think.
…
A knock at
the door jolted Renton awake. Technically, he was already awake, but staring at
his kitchen table long enough reduced his thoughts to a monotonous transmission
of white noise. The knocking was the first sound he heard in hours which was
enough to snap him from his stupor. The door was out of frame from his small
hole, past the kitchen. A few minutes later, he could hear Molly pass by and
open the door.
“Hey,
Molly! Just wanted to check up on you.” It was Chaz.
Bastard,
Renton thought, cringing at the man’s dulcet voice.
“Oh,
thanks.” Molly’s voice was weak and callous. Renton liked to believe her tone
was aimed at Chaz, but even he understood that was wishful thinking. “Come on
in,” she sighed. She led him to the kitchen table, finally crossing into
Renton’s view. She was wearing the same jersey and jeans from yesterday, her
hair messier and greasier than a rat’s nest. Chaz, prim and proper as always, his
toned muscles accentuated by a lime green tank top, set a bouquet of white
roses on the table as he sat across from her, facing her purse on the counter.
Renton creeped back, ensuring he stayed out of sight.
“Are you
feeling any better?” he asked, ignoring the bloodshot eyes traced by
deep-purple bags.
“Worse,”
she replied.
“Sorry to
hear that. You want to go out somewhere? Maybe some fresh air will clear your
head.” There was a long pause. Molly rubbed her temples.
“Chaz, I
appreciate you trying to help, but all the fresh air in the world can’t make me
feel better. This isn’t a bad breakup; I can’t just wallow in a tub of ice
cream and move on. My other half is dead, and I’m expected to somehow live on
without him.” Her weary glare drilled a hole through the table. “What’s even
the point?”
“Hey, don’t
speak like that. I get Ren was important to you, but there are other people in
your life, other people who care about you.” He stretched his arm across the
table and grasped her hand. “I care about you.” To Renton’s chagrin, Molly
didn’t pull away.
“Thanks. I
needed to hear that.” Renton wanted desperately to wriggle out of the purse and
get his lover’s attention. He wanted to scream and shout and kick the giant
bull out of his house. He wanted to end Molly’s suffering and put her grief
behind her. But he was trapped in that purse. Even if he crawled out, there was
no way of getting her attention without Chaz noticing, and if he saw him then
the shrunken man would be zipped straight back to the afterlife. All he could
was wait for the jerk to make like a tree.
“Want me to
stick around?” Chaz asked. “I’ve got nowhere to be today.” Before Molly could
respond, there was another knock at the door. She got up and answered it,
leaving Chaz behind at the table. Opening the door, Molly was assaulted by a
group hug.
“Hey, babe!”
Becca shouted as she forced her way inside.
“We’re
skipping classes to spend the day with you,” Lindsay added, joining her friend
in embracing Molly. Renton relished the disappointment smeared across Chaz’s
face. “I brought tissues and Becca brought wine. We figured four shoulders
should be enough to cry on.”
“Guys…”
“Nuh-uh. We
gave you plenty of alone time,” Becca argued. “Now, we’re going to reminisce
and cry and vent and cry and joke and cry!” She turned towards the man at the
table, the small kitchen within view from the apartment’s entrance. “What the
hell? Chad beat us?”
“It’s Chaz,”
he corrected.
“Whatever.
Go hit on someone else for a change. This is a girls only mourn sesh.” For the
first time since Renton’s passing, Molly cracked a smile, her friend’s abrasive
personality denting the iron wall of grief. Chaz got up and walked past the
girls, turning to face Molly as he entered the hallway.
“Reach out
if you need anything. I’ll be there for you.” He waved and left. Lindsay stared
at the hunk as he walked away.
“Damn, I’m
jealous,” she admitted.
“You can
have him,” Molly remarked. Her depression dulled the bite to her snide, but
Becca and Lindsay’s influence was already improving her mood. “He’s a sweet
guy, but I don’t think he realizes how overbearing he can be.”
“Enough
about him!” Becca shouted, slamming a bottle of merlot onto the counter. The
impact made Renton jump, hitting his head against the clip of a ballpoint pen. “We’re
here to talk about Ren. Out with it! All of it! The good, the bad, and the
extremely embarrassing!”
…
There was a
small crowd gathered before the open casket in the dreary funeral home. Mostly
family had gathered as Renton had few friends beyond Molly’s circle. Even by
funeral standards, it was a somber affair. If the building’s raison d’être
wasn’t deterring enough, then the décor ensured no one was comfortable. The
forest green and burgundy carpeting clashed with the yellow, ivory drywall, and
the place was oversaturated by the scent of stale, artificial lavender perfume.
The fact the deceased was just over two decades old weighed heavily on
everyone’s mind.
Renton was
still crammed into the bottom of Molly’s purse. Despite laying in there for
days, he wasn’t sore or cramped in the slightest, though he was extremely
bored, and the new scenery wasn’t doing him any favors. The purse sat on a
chair in the front row, Renton’s porthole pointed straight at the casket.
Seeing his
own corpse was nothing short of surreal, even if it was several magnitudes
larger than he currently was. He found his body repulsive, emaciated and pallid
from a lifetime of illness. It had been doctored up by the morgue beautician to
appear presentable, but the man was no miracle worker. Renton at least looked
better in death than he had in his final moments, and his current form looked
better than he ever had before, albeit at over a hundredth the size.
Next to him
sat Molly. All he could see of her was her left knee poking out from her black
formal skirt. It was a rare sight to see her in a skirt, and it sucked that
this was the occasion to get her to break one out. Though out of the tiny man’s
sight, Molly wore a black blazer and a matching black undershirt.
“We’re
gathered here today to celebrate the life of Renton Stills…” the funeral
officiant began. It was the standard funeral affair: the officiant droned on
about how Renton made the most of life, that he was a kind and considerate
person, he put a smile on everyone’s face, and a bunch of other stuff that was
vaguely true enough to be applicable to almost anyone. Renton wasn’t here for
this, he was waiting for Molly’s turn to speak. “…with that said, I turn the
podium to Molly Rockefeller, to speak in honor of her beloved.” Molly got up
off the chair, sending her purse falling onto its side as it lost its support.
Renton tumbled over onto a dampened tissue shoved deep inside to make room for
a fresh layer. He crawled back to his porthole in time to catch her eulogy.
“Ren and I
have been inseparable since birth. Our parents were neighbors, and to this day
the best of friends. When I first left the hospital as a newborn, I was brought
to Ren's house before my own, slept in his crib before my own. I was too young
to remember any of this, but my heart tells me it's true. I can't remember a
time where Ren wasn't my best friend.” She looked great as she spoke. Her
composure remained strong throughout the service, refraining from breaking down
against the onslaught of condolences and untimely reunions.
“When we
were six, he proposed to me with a ring made out of twisty ties. I told him no,
that I wouldn't marry him until he got a job and a house...” A light murmur of
laughter spread across the attendees. “...and every night since, I dreamed of
the moment he'd ask me for real. He still had his hair back then, and I
couldn't realize how little time we'd have together.” She paused and sniffed,
blinking a few times to hold back her sorrow.
“People
would always tell me I'm strong to have stayed by his side through everything,
to have supported him unconditionally through every obstacle and over every
roadblock. But they don't know the half of it. We kept each other standing, and
though I wouldn't think for a moment that my hardships could ever compare to
his, Ren supported me whenever I needed it with no regards to his own
pain.
“One time
in high school, I was on the other side of the state competing in a softball
tournament. Ren had a bad flare up that week and was stuck back home in the
hospital. I couldn't concentrate, and that evening after the game, I wrecked my
car and broke my arm, netting me my own hospital stay. When he heard what
happened, you know what he did? He snuck past the nurses, hailed a cab, and
rode four hours to visit me. He was barely conscious when he stumbled into my
room, and we only saw each other for a grand total of ten seconds before he was
rushed off in a helicopter.” Tears welled in her eyes as she laughed at the
happy memory. “His parents were so pissed, and he had to work the whole summer
just to pay them back a fraction of what the helicopter ride cost them.
“It was
then that I knew Ren was the one. I always knew, but that was the proof I
needed to know I was right. By the time we graduated and were off to college,
we were all aware he didn't have much time left, and we did our best to make
the most of it, but there was never enough. I had to shelve those dreams of a
fairy tale wedding and face the reality that our last year in college, our last
year together, would be spent mostly in the hospital. He was in so much pain
throughout this past year, and my only solace is that he's finally free from
his suffering.
But five days ago, he proposed to me. He no longer had a
job, we don't own a house, and he couldn't even be bothered to make a ring this
time, but…” Cracks were forming in the dam she built around her heart, choking
on her words as she spoke them. “...I said yes, anyway. And later that day, we
were wed. I'm sorry we didn't invite any of you, it being such short notice. We
were only married for six hours, but… but…” The dam had collapsed. Molly’s face
was awash in a tidal wave of tears and snot.
“Ren, if
you're listening, if you can hear me, thank you. It'll probably be a long time
before I see you again, and I… I don't know how I'll… but… I'll…” Words
devolved into pained wails as Molly's mother escorted her daughter out of the
room. Renton had his face buried in a used kleenex, its considerable size not
enough to withstand his weeping.
…
After a
very long day, Molly trudged into her apartment. She dropped her purse onto the
edge of the countertop, sending it hurtling onto the floor and spilling its
contents across the carpet. She walked straight to her bedroom, not even
glancing towards the mess she made.
Renton dug his way through the tissues in his path and
followed his partner's footsteps towards the bedroom. What used to take him
seconds to cross now took minutes, his apartment stretching out like a vast
desert before the puny sprite. Furniture were now mountains to him, and simple
fixtures like light switches were as unreachable as aircraft soaring the skies
above.
Several
minutes after his wife, Renton entered the bedroom. She had carelessly
discarded her clothing onto the floor before collapsing into bed, not even
bothering to cover herself with a blanket. Renton walked around the mound of
clothes, Molly's beige bra crowning a black hill, and reached the bed. A mussed
comforter dangled off the side of the mattress, giving the little guy a path of
ascent.
Even with
his newfound body, scaling the sheet was tough. Renton was never much for
exercise, and though he couldn't tire, he also had no experience moving his
body like this. He gripped and flailed as he pulled himself upward, slowly
inching his way to the top.
Molly lied
still on her stomach as if she too were dead. Drained of energy and emotion,
she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Renton stood at the other
end of the bed, just before her feet. Each tip of her toes stood as tall as
him, and the rest of her body stretched onward like a mountain range. Renton
didn't waste any time clambering onto her middle toe, hauling himself up its
hooked figure and onto the ball of Molly’s foot.
Renton
walked up the slanting slope of Molly’s sole, using her scrunched up skin as
steps. His bare feet were dwarfed by hers, but he found the thought of him
standing on the bottom of her foot amusing. Upon reaching the heel, the puny
sprite leapt to grab the steep edge and crawled his way onto the ankle. He
realized it’d be much easier to walk along the mattress beside her body, but it
had been so long since he last touched his wife that he was glad to take the
difficult path. He rolled down her ankle and onto her mighty calf, well-toned
from years of playing sports. It was a decent hike across her lower leg into
the divot behind her knee; short blonde hairs covered Renton’s path like
unmowed grass, caressing his bare feet as he passed through them.
He climbed
out of the divot. The slope of Molly’s thigh was gentler than her sole, making it
easy to reach the next hurdle. At the end of Molly’s thigh, Renton reached a
looming wall of fat, her ass curving far above him. Even back at the calf, her
bulbous cheeks blocked his view of her upper body, but up close and personal,
it became clear how large her ass was compared to the diminutive man. The only
clothing Molly still had on were a pair of light blue panties covering her
fanny and rear, nude fat peeking out from either side of the wedged underwear.
Renton took a handful, his miniscule fingers digging into his partner’s thick
glute. Molly was too out of it to feel the tiny man scaling her ass, her butt’s
flesh molding to Renton’s limbs as he ascended the posterior wall.
Reaching
the top of the mound, Renton took in the view of Molly’s back. He was only
halfway across her body, but at least he was finished climbing for a while.
Aside from her musculature and the subtle curve of her spine, her back was a
mostly flat surface, meaning he would be able to walk the whole way
unobstructed. Before hopping off her rear, Renton peeked over towards her crack
lurking beneath her panties. His other head concocted a surefire way of getting
her attention, one that required a bit of spelunking, but he resisted the
temptation, believing the long way was the more romantic way of going about
this.
Renton slid
down to the small of her back and began to trek across her upper body. Looking
down as he walked, the mini man was amazed by the level of detail he could now
see. Every pore, hair, goosebump, and fold was visible beneath his feet, like
he could finally see the world in high definition. The woman that meant the
world to him was now the world upon which he stood, and that filled him with a
sense of comfort he never felt when he was alive.
Finally,
Renton arrived at the shoulder, inches away from Molly’s face. She was laying
on her cheek, a slow stream of drool pooling out of her slightly open mouth
onto the pillow. Her makeup was smeared from all the crying and her eyes were
baggy. It took Renton a moment to move, awestruck by his partner’s magnificent
beauty. Eventually, he snapped out of his transfixion and crawled along the
back of her neck until he was on her cheek. Renton thought he had gotten used
to the sheer difference in scale between him and Molly, but looking out across
her face put into perspective his insignificance. She kept her spiky hair
short, but to Renton it may as well be a forest. Her cheek alone was expansive
enough to run around on; it was probably larger than the backyard of his
childhood home. Her blush caked his soles as he approached her mouth. He could
feel the breath from her nose blow by him as he stood near the cupids bow.
The sprite
got down on hands and knees and kissed his love’s upper lip. Planted against
the ample vermilion, Renton’s miniscule lips were less sensational than a bug
bite, and yet the giantess stirred in her sleep.
“Mmmmm, Ren.”
Ch 4. Tell Me It's Real by TerryLarka
“Mmmmmm,
Ren.” Molly’s eyes remained shut, lost in a dream too good to be true. Renton
kissed her again. Her lips curled upward. “Stop it, babe. I’m trying to sleep.”
He kissed her one more time. “Oh, I love you too.” The tiny man stood up and turned
to her ear.
“Molly!
Wake up!” he shouted, his squeaks just audible enough to reach her. Slowly, her
eyes blinked open, dazed by the sudden interruption.
“Ren?” she
asked. Her eyes were pointed straight ahead, not thinking to look down at what
little of her face she’d even be able to see. She was too drowsy to notice the
little feet standing above her lips.
“Molly! I’m
right-” Renton felt his world slip out from beneath him as Molly sat up. She
turned her face forward as she rose, sending Renton tumbling onto her pillow.
Looking up at her, Renton was mesmerized by the half-naked woman towering over
him. The face he was standing on only seconds ago was now a mile out of reach.
Her bare breasts, already voluptuous at a regular size, were nothing short of
mammothian, each nipple more than twice his height in diameter. Renton was
frozen beneath the feminine monolith.
Molly
glanced around her bedroom in search of the voice she thought she had heard.
Realizing it was just a dream, she sighed and started to fall forward before
noticing something on her pillow. She leaned forward, her face zooming to
unfathomable focus before the puny Renton, too astonished to react. Her dreary
eye hung over him like a pall, filling his sky as the woman processed what she
was observing. She pulled back and rubbed her eyes, shocked when the shrunken
image of her dead lover was still there.
“Fuck, now
I’m hallucinating?” she muttered to herself. Renton broke free from his trance
and waved his arms.
“No, Molly,
I’m real!” he shouted. Ignoring his squeaks, Molly slid the tip of her index
finger behind him, pinching him between it and her thumb. The force with which
she pulled him should have snapped his neck as she brought him to her wakened
eye. The pressure between her fingers was enough to crush his organs to paste
were he still alive; it was almost as bad as being caught beneath her sneaker,
though Renton much preferred the warm touch of her skin to the rubber sole.
“He even
feels real,” she muttered.
“That’s
because I am!” Molly clutched her forehead, wondering if grief could cause
concussions.
“This is
too intense. I gotta call Dr. Chapra.” Molly dropped Renton carelessly onto the
bed as she got up to find her phone and call her therapist. The mattress
lurched violently as Molly stood up off it, sending Renton bouncing on its
well-worn yet supple surface. Molly’s phone was among the contents of her purse
scattered outside her bedroom, but she was too flustered to remember that at
the moment. She searched high and low for it, sifting through clothes and
feeling around the nightstand for the device, taking the occasional glance
towards the tiny man on her bed to see if he was still there. Once he could
stand uninterrupted, Renton racked his brain for a way to convince her he was
real. Admittedly, it was understandable that she would mistake her centimeter
tall, undead lover for a figment of her grief-stricken imagination. All the
while, Molly continued her fruitless search. “Dammit, where did I put that
thing?”
Knock-knock-knock!
Molly
was startled by the banging at her front door. “Who the?” She quickly slipped
on an undershirt and sweatpants, taking one last glance at Renton before
leaving the room, upset that he hadn’t dissipated.
Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock!
“I’m
coming!” Molly yanked open the door. Standing on the other side was an
excessively cute, pink haired woman in an Evanescence t-shirt and blue plaid
skirt. She stood a foot shorter than Molly.
“Heya,
superstar!” the stranger greeted with a toothy grin. “Have you seen Ren
around?”
Who the
hell? Molly thought “I’m sorry, he… passed a few days ago.”
“I know
that,” she pouted, placing her hands to her hips. “I mean, have you seen him
recently, like, in the past minute or so.” Molly’s skin went pale, and beads of
sweat dotted her forehead. Who the hell is this woman?
“Who are
you, and how do you know Ren?”
“Name’s
Petra. I’m Ren’s guardian angel!” Two white dove wings spread out from her
back. Molly stared at her, eyes wide open and mouth agape. Petra held her hand
out to shake Molly’s. After a minute of motionless silence, Molly slammed the
door in the angel’s face and rushed back into her bedroom. Renton hadn’t moved,
still clueless on how to advance. Molly practically slid across the floor as
she fell to her knees by her bedside.
“Ren! Ren,
is that really you!?” she asked, cupping her hands around him, forming a
high-rise barrier of fingers and palms. Her statuesque face filled in the gap
between her wrists, making it so Molly’s body was the only thing visible to the
tiny, save for the ceiling miles overhead.
“Yes! It’s
me. I know this is insane, but I’m really back!” Molly couldn’t breathe, her
focus trained on the mite of a man before her.
“I need
proof. I need to know I’m not just seeing things.” She squinted, her dry eyes
prepping for another stream, but she was all dried out by this point. “If this
all a dream, then I can’t bear to wake up. I can’t lose you again.”
“What can I
do?” Ren asked. “I’ll do anything, just tell me!” Molly thought for a moment.
“Tell me
something you would know that I wouldn’t,” she came up with.
“How can
you verify what I’m saying’s right?”
“Um, I
don’t know.” Molly shifted her eyes, desperately searching for an idea.
Something
I would know that she wouldn’t? Renton’s eyes lit up as he remembered
something. “Molly, remember that coffee mug you misplaced? The one that
belonged to your grandma?”
“Yeah, what
about it?”
“You didn’t
lose it. I knocked it off the shelf and broke it. I knew it was special to you,
so I hid it and feigned ignorant about where it went. I was going to glue it
back together, but that was when my health really started deteriorating and it
sorta slipped my mind.” He scratched at the back of his neck, embarrassed he’d
forgotten to fix it.
“Well,
where is it?” Molly asked.
“In the
closet, in that tin lunch pail we keep old photos in.” Molly jolted to the
closet and felt around the top shelf until she found the tin box. She grabbed
and opened it. On top of some childhood photographs sat the crumbled remains of
an antique mug. Molly looked back to the bed; Renton was still standing there. There
were two possibilities: a healthy young woman who had shown no previous signs
of mental illness created an extremely elaborate illusion in her head to
reunite with her recently deceased lover, going so far as to construct multiple
characters and objects to flesh out the dream, or Renton had miraculously
resurrected and was now no bigger than one of her fingernails. Her brain told
her that the former was the only logical conclusion, but her heart led her to
the truth.
“Ren!”
Molly flung herself onto her lover, nuzzling him against her tear-stained
cheek. From a sudden twist to her emotional state, the faucets in Molly’s eyes
turned back on, showering Renton’s puny frame in her love. “You’re alive!
You’re actually alive!”
“I am!” he
cried, his tears lost in the sea of his partner’s. “I’m so sorry! I’m sorry for
everything I put you through!”
“It’s okay!
You’re back, and that’s all I care about!” she pulled him away from her face
and wiped the tears from her eyes. “Though, I have to ask: why are you so
small?”
“Allow me
to catch you up to speed,” Petra said, leaning against the bedroom’s doorframe.
Her wings were folded up against her back.
“The
angel?” Molly muttered. With the revelation that her husband was alive, she had
completely forgotten about her mysterious visitor. “Is this your doing?”
“Sort of,”
Renton chimed in from Molly’s all-encasing hand. “It’s a long story.”
…
The three
situated themselves in the living room as Petra regaled the couple with the
inner workings of the afterlife and the Heaven’s Reborn Initiative. Molly sat
on the love seat, its vacant spot no longer taunting her as Renton was nestled
in her grip. Her index finger was wrapped around most of his body while she
fussed his hair with her thumb. Petra sat across from them, her skirt-clad butt
planted on the coffee table. During the interim, she had set up a soul
connection between Molly and Renton, allowing the woman to hear her puny
husband’s voice in perfect clarity without him having to shout. In all honesty,
Molly was only half paying attention to the angel, too elated by her lover’s
return to be interested in anything else, but she picked up the important
parts.
“That’s a
lot to take in,” Molly commented, having just been lectured on the true nature
of the universe. “But I get to keep Ren forever? There’s no catch, like a time
limit or ritual?”
“Nope!
You’ll have him the rest of your life. Then, when it’s your time to die, you’ll
both go to-” Petra stopped herself, almost revealing too much. “I mean, he’ll
return to Heaven and wait there for your judgment. Oh, but you can’t let anyone
else know about him!”
“Not even
his parents?” If Molly was only half-listening, then Renton was paying even
less attention, hypnotized by the rhythmic motions of Molly petting him.
“Absolutely
no one. As far as everyone else is concerned, Ren is dead and buried. If
anybody sees him, I have to take him back to the afterlife, immediately.” Molly
tightened her grip around Renton, scared by the very thought of losing him
again. The pressure was immense on his miniscule frame, like an extra tight hug
from his beloved. “But at that size, you shouldn’t have much problem keeping
him out of sight.” Petra turned her focus to Ren, amused at him being smothered
by Molly’s hand. “And if you need anything at all, I’m always a simple call
away. Think of me like your personal butler, ready and willing to accommodate
for your… diminutive stature.”
“There’s no
more tests?” Renton pleaded. “You’re not going to get me stepped on anymore?”
Molly cocked an eyebrow, curious as to what the two had been up to while he was
dead. Petra leaned back and tugged at her collar, unwilling to meet the
sprite’s eye.
“You’ll get
a kick out of this,” she chuckled. “Turns out the rulebook Cindy lent me was an
older edition. We haven’t required a test for, um, a few decades after too many
sprites wound up stuck under their loved one’s footwear.” Renton’s head was
barely poking out from Molly’s grip, much of it obscured by her massive thumb
pressing down onto it, but even a slight glimpse of the red dot was enough to realize
he was seething. “I only caught the error a half-hour ago, that’s why I came
here in the first place. I would’ve helped you sooner if I could.”
“I’m not
entirely sure what you guys are talking about,” Molly said, bringing Renton
closer to her face, “but I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you. If that
means keeping you a secret from the world, then so be it.” She released her
grip on him and pushed his body up her index finger with her thumb like he was
a small toy. She pressed her lips to her fingertip, enveloping Renton in a
full-body kiss. The soft flesh consumed him, the warmth of her breath
dispersing all the misfortune he had ever felt. He was in paradise, and having
been to the actual Heaven, Renton could confirm that it couldn’t compare to his
wife’s heavenly presence. Molly pried her husband from her lips and giggled
when she saw him covered in lip gloss. “I can’t get over how adorable you are
now.” Petra chanted an incantation, and a silver rune passed through Ren,
wiping away the makeup staining him. “Petra, you know, I can take care of him
myself. I’ve been doing it for a long time now. You don’t have to trouble
yourself over him.”
“It’s no
trouble. It’s literally my job,” she said as a point of pride. Renton felt bad
that, even after death, he was still so dependent on the generosity of others.
He was finally healthy, invincible even, but now he was so small it was as if
he hadn’t recovered at all. Having two beautiful, colossal women fawn over him
was a blessing, one he refused to take for granted, and he hoped someday he’d
find a way to repay the favor. “Well, now that everything’s settled, I’ll leave
you two be. And remember, if you need anything just gimme a call.” She held her
thumb and pinky out mimicking a phone and then vanished in a flash of light.
…
The clock
approached midnight, and Molly was laying sprawled out on the floor. Renton
walked along her outstretched arm like a balance beam, holding his arms out
while he inched towards his wife’s torso. The two hadn’t left the apartment all
evening, having no interest in anything but each other. They had spent most of
that time kissing, cuddling, and playing little games with each other. The five
days they had been separated for felt like an eternity, and they were taking
their sweet time making up for it. The beatific bliss felt too good to be true;
Molly was still terrified that at any minute she’d wake up and learn that all
this was a cruel dream, but she suppressed her doubts, unwilling to let them
taint her euphoria.
“With you
being pocket size, you realize I’m taking you everywhere from now on.” Molly
said as Renton reached her bicep. “It’s wild that, after all that time you
spent stuck in bed, I can just keep you on my person and carry you wherever I
want.”
“We just
have to be careful I don’t get spotted,” Renton added. “Heaven’s nice and all,
but I couldn’t stand to be stuck there without you.” The sprite reached her
shoulder and leaned in for a kiss, his wife covering the remaining distance as
she smooched him.
“Don’t
worry, I’ve been thinking up plenty of hiding spots. My pockets will work;
they’re too small for anything else anyway. There’s also my purse; that thing
could double as an entire house for you.” Molly picked him up and dangled him
over her body. She rested her right foot onto her left thigh and held Renton up
to her bare sole, her toes wiggling excitedly. “If you misbehave, I could
always toss you in my sock, use you as an insole or a toe divider.” Renton
gulped, unsure how he felt about the prospect. “Who knows? You may even develop
a foot fetish at that size.” She stretched her leg back out and brought Renton
to her chest. “But I get the feeling I know where you want me to put you.” She
cupped her considerable breasts with her forearm, making note of the semi
forming in her love’s white silk pants. “And if you’re really good…” She
lowered him until he was above her crotch. “…I’ll let you into heaven’s gate.
Through the front or back, if you’d like.” It was hard to see, but Molly could
swear she saw teardrops fall from Renton’s eyes onto her clothes. She sat up
and quickly pulled him up to her face. “Honey, what’s wrong?”
“I’m
sorry,” he whimpered, rubbing his eyes. “That day in the hospital, I was so
scared I would never see you again, and… and… I’m so happy to be with you.” The
waterworks started back up in Molly’s eyes as she pressed Renton against her
chest, holding him tightly against the pounding drum of her beating heart.
“It’s okay,
honey. I’ll never let you go. We’ll be together always, I swear.”
Ch 5. Together in Body and Spirit by TerryLarka
“Someone’s
in a good mood,” Becca commented, hearing her friend hum in the seat in front
of her. The last time she had seen Molly was the day before the funeral, and
the mourning woman was so depressed that Becca was genuinely concerned for her
well-being. But seeing her now, it was like her best friend and soulmate was
alive and well.
“I know I
said the funeral would help you process your grief,” Lindsay chimed in, seated
in front of Molly, “but I wasn’t expecting a complete one-eighty.”
“Let’s just
say I had a religious experience over the weekend,” Molly admitted. “Honestly,
I can’t remember the last time I felt so happy.” The three women were sitting
in their capstone five minutes before class began.
“I don’t
mean to sound judgey,” Becca started, “I’m glad you’re happy, but don’t you
think you’re moving on too fast? Ren was everything to you.”
“He still
is,” Molly protested. “The thought of losing him makes my heart still, but
that’s not the right way to look at it.” She placed her hand on her heart. “I
believe he’s still with me, just out of sight, and I know that he wouldn’t want
me to be depressed. He wants me to be happy and live my life to the fullest on
his behalf.” Becca and Lindsay glanced at each other, unsure if they should be
happy for or concerned over their friend’s recent development. What they
weren’t aware of was how literal she was being.
Renton was
nestled deep within the soft confines of his love’s cleavage. His immortal body
wasn’t capable of sleep, but the overpowering coziness of his wife’s breasts
lulled him to a heavy stupor. Her body heat exuded from her supple skin and
mixed with the scent of her vanilla bodywash to create a paradise more divine
than Heaven itself.
“I think
you skipped, like, three stages of grief there,” Lindsay commented, “but if
you’re already at acceptance, then there’s no need to pull you back out of it.”
The second hand on the clock struck 10:05am, and the professor came trotting in
with his mess of a briefcase.
“Morning,
class. How was everybody’s weekend?” As he sloppily organized his desk, he
turned his attention to Molly. “Are you doing alright?” he asked her directly.
“I’m doing
great!” Her enthusiasm took him by surprise, but he didn’t know her well enough
to pry.
“That’s
good to hear. Now, class, today we’ll…”
…
“How’re you
holding up in there?” Molly asked, peeking through the tugged collar of her
shirt.
“Mmmmmmmmm.”
Renton was too relaxed to form coherent words. Thanks to a vocal link Petra set
up between their souls, Molly could clearly hear Renton’s voice as if he were
normal sized. This meant that he could talk to her freely without being held up
to her ear while his barely audible squeaks remained imperceptible to anyone
nearby. Still, the couple acted cautiously, only communicating when they were
alone as to avoid drawing suspicion.
The campus
library was held within a multi-floor tower with each floor hosting a different
section. Most people took the elevators to reach the upper floors, unwilling to
hike ten stories for the dense, seldom referenced tomes contained at the top,
meaning the top of the staircase was one of the most secluded spots on campus.
To the side of the stairs, against the windows looking out over the bustling
downtown, was a small balcony hosting a few tables and chairs, far less used
than the ones inside the library itself, making this the perfect spot for
anyone looking to isolate themselves on campus.
Molly
reached into her shirt and plucked her passenger from his sanctuary. Dangling
upside down by the leg, the small man clawed at the air below him, desperate to
return to paradise. “Come on,” Molly giggled, “a short break isn’t going to
kill you.” She set him down on the wooden table before her. The table’s surface
wasn’t large, about the size of a football field for little Ren, and a decent
chunk of it was taken up by a Styrofoam hangar and a paper coffee silo.
“I know you
don’t get hungry anymore, but you’re welcome to have some.” Molly opened the
Styrofoam container, revealing a panini and chips inside. Renton couldn’t see
over the container’s lip, but he could smell the sandwich as its spiced scent
wafted from the Styrofoam. The food’s aroma was magnified a hundredfold for the
centimeter man, making his mouth water despite no longer having the instinctual
urge to eat. Molly pinched him between her fingers and lifted him over the
sandwich, lowering him onto an awning of semi-melted cheese hanging off the rim
of the bread. Renton’s gooey floor stuck to his hands and knees, binding him to
the sandwich like a sticky trap. He tried eating it. The dense slice of
provolone proved difficult to chew through, but his tiny teeth eventually tore
through it.
Watching
him swallow, Molly pried Renton from the cheese, tearing off a piece of ham and
setting him on it. The tender meat proved somewhat easier to chew through, its
savory richness flooding his tastebuds. He took a few bites off a slice the
size of his torso and set it down, his body covered in grease and cheese.
“I’m full,”
Ren sighed, leaning back to let the food settle.
“Already?
You didn’t even dent it.” The microscopic bite marks were invisible to the
giant woman, leaving no evidence on the sandwich that Renton had eaten it at
all. Molly pinched Ren again and rubbed his abdomen with her thumb, trying to
feel for a bulge. “We haven’t run into this problem yet, but now that you’ve
eaten something, are you going to have to use the bathroom?”
“Nah, I can
take care of that,” Petra said, suddenly appearing in the chair across the
table. Molly set Renton down onto the table. “Souls and sprites don’t need to
eat, but everyone loves food, so we devised some spells to make things easier.”
As the angel chanted an incantation, a luminous red rune circled Ren’s abdomen
and the food stuffing his belly vanished. “With that, you could eat this whole
sandwich if you wanted. Oh, and another thing: try snapping your fingers
twice.” Renton did as instructed, and a silver rune appeared at his feet,
crawling up his body and cleaning the grime off him. “I setup spell shortcuts
for you. By snapping your fingers, you can access some of my magic without
needing to ask. Two snaps is the cleaning spell, and three snaps is the
digestion spell.”
“Wow,
that’s handy,” Molly remarked. “Any chance you can loan some of that magic to
me?”
“Sorry, I’m
not allowed to perform this stuff on the living. It’s because of you and Ren’s
unique situation that I’m even allowed to talk to you, but part of the Heaven’s
Reborn Initiative is that you’re living as normal a life as possible, so we
have to draw the line at certain privileges.” Molly pouted, though she
understood the logic, and it didn’t matter as long as she could be with Ren.
“If there are no other questions, I’ll seeya later, taters.” Petra held up a
peace sign and vanished, leaving the couple to their lunch.
“Thirsty?”
Molly asked, removing the lid to her coffee cup. She picked up Renton and
dangled him over the steaming, fragrant roast. “Let me know if its too hot.”
She dipped his feet into the beverage, its scalding liquid reaching up to his
angles. The sprite immediately started sweating, having never felt a liquid so
hot before, but even though it should have, the hot coffee didn’t burn his
skin. He gave her a thumbs up, signaling her to release him into the blistering
pool. His face grew flush red, a tiny red sprinkle floating in the woman’s
coffee. It was a strange sensation, wading through a hundred-sixty degree drink
without feeling any pain. Ren figured this must have been what Moses’ burning
bush must have felt. He could tell it was hot, hotter than Molly’s welcoming
cleavage, but it was almost like sitting in an intense sauna or hot tub, like
after a certain threshold, his body stopped registering excess heat. Part of
him wondered what frostbite would feel like in his immortal body. Maybe Molly
could stick him in the freezer when they got home.
His musings
were interrupted as his pool tilted to the side. Molly rose the cup’s brim to
her lips and sucked in a stream of coffee, pulling her husband towards her
arching upper lip. Renton’s body was pulled against the soft embrace of his
wife’s pillowy lip as aromatic brew coursed past him into her waiting mouth. He
grabbed onto her flesh and kissed her, sending ever so slight tingles rushing
through her nerves.
Molly left
him in her cup through lunch, enjoying the kisses he gave her with every sip.
Once he reached the bottom, Renton snapped his fingers twice and his silk
clothes stained brown returned to their cloudy white. Molly lifted the cup over
her chest and tugged at her shirt collar. Tilting the cup sent Renton tumbling
out of it and into her waiting cleavage, and with a poke of Molly’s finger, he
was once again nestled safely in her doughy valley.
…
Renton
heard a bell ringing as Molly walked into a store off the sidewalk. Tucked deep
between his wife’s breasts, the sprite had no idea where they were. With every
step she took, the impact rippled through her bouncing boobs, giving Ren the
ultimate full body message. He had once again fell into a euphoric stupor, only
to be jerked awake by a store clerk’s greeting.
“Welcome to
Victoria’s Secret,” she announced. “Can I help you find anything in
particular?”
“Maybe,”
Molly responded. “I’m not quite sure what I want yet. It’s for a special
occasion.”
“Ooh, then
right this way. I’ll show you our most opulent selection.” Renton scrambled up
the sides of her tits. Her malleable flesh made it difficult to reach the top,
but with considerable effort and motivation, he breached the top of her
cleavage. Of course, Molly’s t-shirt still blocked his view, leaving him as
blind as he was before. He could make out vague shapes through the fibers of
her shirt, but what was being shown on the other side was unintelligible to the
tiny man. “This one would really work wonders with your figure,” the sales clerk
said, holding up a lacey piece in front of Molly. “May I ask what the special
occasion is?”
“My husband
got out of the hospital recently. He hadn’t been feeling well for so long, but
now he’s finally healthy again, so…” Renton didn’t need to see Molly’s face to
know she was blushing.
“That’s so
sweet! I’m so happy for you two. Now come, let’s find the perfect ‘outfit’ for
the occasion.” The two women spent a few minutes browsing underwear and accoutrements,
picking out some supportive options for the curvy tomboy. “I’ll show you to the
changing room, so you can try some of these out.”
Molly
entered the small fitting room, tossing her selection onto a short bench. She
turned around and slipped her hand into her shirt, plucking her husband from
his hidey hole. Her thumb was covering his face as she pinched him between her
fingers, the rest of his body flailing in the air.
“No
peeking, alright?” Molly teased. “You’ll have to wait until this evening.” With
his face covered, Renton didn’t notice Molly had removed her sock until she
dropped him into it. He only had a few seconds to gather his bearings before
five wiggling toes forced their way through his only exit. They came at him
like a stampede, and before long, he found himself smushed against the white
cotton wall by the big toe. Molly lowered her foot to the floor, flattening
Renton into the changing room’s hard floor. After years of tending to his
fragile body, she relished his invulnerability. She could sit easy knowing that
as long as she could feel him, he was okay, even if it meant smothering him
under her immense weight.
Renton was
concerned that he was starting to enjoy being stuck beneath his wife’s foot. It
was almost like getting an all-encompassing, extremely tight hug, sorta, in a
sense. Either way, he was trapped with his back pinned to the floor, and with
nothing better to do, he started kissing the underside of her big toe, sending
Molly’s heart aflutter as she took off her clothes. She removed her top and bra
first, and then proceeded to take off her jeans, easing off Ren while she
stepped out of them. The rise and fall of her foot felt like riding a drop
tower with her leg’s slow ascent and sudden descent, though getting pancaked
into the floor at the end was a novel addition to the familiar ride. The
process repeated as she slid out of her panties; the woman was now naked save
for her white crew socks.
Molly was
never one for fanciful undergarments. She had twelve pairs of the same basic
panties, all in mild, dull colors; her bras were no different, prioritizing
function and comfort over sexiness. Ren’s imagination ran wild, attempting to
picture her in lingerie, though nothing he could come up with did the real
thing justice. Molly spent a few minutes trying on different bras, panties, and
other accoutrements. Her foot smeared Ren into the floor as it pivoted to and
fro, Molly twisting and turning her whole body, checking herself in the mirror
from every angle. After trying on a few combinations, Molly decided on her
purchase. She put her street clothes back on and made for the changing room
door.
“Honey,
aren’t you forgetting something?” Renton called from her sock now residing in
her Converse. As long as the two were within ten feet of each other, Molly
could hear Renton’s voice as clear as if her were still 5’6” and not trapped
within her footwear.
“Sorry, did
you think I couldn’t feel your hard on down there?” she teased. “I knew it was
only a matter of time before you developed a foot fetish, and it’d be simply
cruel of me to put a damper on your burgeoning fantasy.” Renton wanted to
protest that his erection came about from thinking about Molly in lingerie, but
he couldn’t deny that her behemothic big toe grinding against his stiffened
crotch was doing it for him. Hearing no dissenting opinions, Molly walked out
of the fitting room with an extra spring to her step.
…
That
evening, Ren sat by himself in the center of his oversized bed while Molly
dolled herself up in the bathroom. He twiddled his thumbs; a light sweat
spritzed his forehead. It had been over a year since he last had sex, his
disease and other underlying medical issues deprived him of the stamina and
motor functions to pull it off. The last time the couple tried, he was in so
much pain that they had to quit a minute in. He was mortified at the thought of
disappointing her again. Sure, his health was no longer a concern, but now that
he was no bigger than a Tic-tac, he wasn’t certain if he even could pleasure
her.
Molly sat
naked on the toilet lid, staring down the lingerie she bought earlier that day.
She twiddled her thumbs; a light sweat spritzed her forehead. It had been a
long time since she last had sex, and she was overly self-conscious about her
image. Before, jerks would comment that she was too good looking for her
pallid, inebriated boyfriend, but now he looked better than ever before, and
she feared she was no longer adequate for him. Then there was the size
difference. Sure, her ginormous boobs were appealing, but what about the rest
of her? Would he even enjoy sex with her? Her vagina or her anus must look
monstrous to the miniature man, and the prospect of crawling in either orifice
must be terrifying. And then there was the stuff she bought; was it actually
sexy, or was it just tacky? Doubts riddled her mind, just as they unknowingly
riddled her lover’s. But she sucked it up anyway. Goddammit, she was going to
have sex with her husband, and they were going to enjoy it.
A couple
minutes later, Renton heard the bedroom door creak open and stared longingly in
its direction. A woman with short, spikey ash-blonde hair sauntered in. A lace-up
crotchless teddy adorned her shapely figure, accentuating her curvy chest and thick
rear while leaving next to nothing to the imagination. It was a bright red, the
same shade as the gloss coating her lips. Renton’s heart nearly leapt out of
his throat. Her hips swayed as she approached the side of the bed, hypnotizing
the horny sprite. Her body smelled of perfume, white peony, driving the little
guy mad.
Molly
reached down and pinched her husband’s silk shirt, yanking it off him with
incredible ease. Underneath lied his toned abs and pecks and his lean yet firm
biceps and forearms. He had never been that fit in life, but his immortal body
took the form of his idealized self, giving him the looks he always wished he
had while staying true to his authentic appearance.
Molly
straddled Renton on the bed, planting her knees on either side of him. Tremors
erupted from the mattress as the woman shifted her weight onto it. Her vulva
loomed ominously overhead, a chasmal maw biding for its moment to strike. She
dragged her middle finger up her labia, past her clit, and into her fair
colored forest of pubic hair. Renton collapsed onto his back, craning his neck
to get a full view of the colossus bearing down on him. From Molly’s view, he
looked like an extra in a monster flick, like he was about to get stepped on by
Godzilla. Her conviction wavered, afraid her immensity was really scaring her husband,
but on further inspection, while his face wore an expression of fear and awe,
his other head stood in full salute. She hadn’t even noticed him remove his
pants, but it was clear he wasn’t willing to quit.
The gaping
vulva came down on Renton like an avalanche, consuming his entirety as Molly
grinded against the mattress. White peony was overtaken by the stench of
arousal as Renton was splashed with the first wave of lubricating ejaculate. Molly
gyrated against the bed, her husband scratching a year long itch with his whole
body. Ren found it hard to move with his wife’s womanhood dominating him, but
he managed to worm his hands under the hood of her clit and rub her pearl.
Molly’s moaning roared loud enough to startle the sprite, his delicate fingers
working wonders she never knew possible.
Molly
rolled onto her back, pressing Renton to her vagina with her finger. The sprite
pulled himself up and began licking her clit fervently. The couple had engaged
in cunnilingus on plenty of occasions when Ren was still able, and the
experience he built upon helped in navigating his partner’s vulva now that it
was big enough to swallow him. And swallow him it did, as Molly jammed her
fingers into her love cave, forcing Ren deep inside.
It was dark
and wet inside the vagina. Ren’s only company were the moans reverberating
through Molly’s body and two massive digits blocking off the entrance as they
pleasured the world around them. The pulsating walls of flesh attacked Ren,
rubbing up against his member and the rest of him, pleasuring him in its
all-consuming embrace. With only one path unobstructed, Ren crawled deeper into
his wife, becoming further entrenched in a seemingly endless secretion of
sticky fluids. The miniscule hands, feet, and limbs manipulating her inner
flesh sent orgasmic ripples through Molly’s nerves. Her cervix came up on him
like a wall, blocking him off from getting truly lost inside her. Ren
penetrated the small window afforded to him and thrusted until his load made a
direct hit to her uterus. Molly wretched in pleasure, her vaginal walls
convulsing against her husband as the two of them climaxed.
Molly
sprawled out on her back, her muscles relaxing as she caught her breath. With
surprisingly little struggle, Renton crawled out of her vagina and pulled
himself onto her labia. He stood up and snapped his fingers twice, cleaning off
a viscous layer of cum with a silver rune. Then, he leapt onto her soft bush,
laying in the curly hairs like it was his own personal field.
“You must…
be exhausted,” Molly said between breaths.
“Not
really… I think I have… infinite stamina… now.”
“Then why
are you breathing so heavy?” Molly sat up and plucked Renton from his bed,
holding him up between her fingers.
“I don’t
know. I don’t need to breath, so this must be a psychological response.”
“You nailed
it!” Petra remarked. She appeared out of nowhere in front of the couple,
sitting fully clothed across from them on the bed as if they were having a
slumber party. “Once your dead, you can keep it up for an eternity, but the
denouement makes the rising action more satisfying, so your spirit emulates
that exhaustion for a moment before…”
“Ahh!” the
couple screamed. Molly recoiled at the angel’s sudden appearance, dropping Ren
between her legs. On the mattress, he followed his wife’s lead, backing into
her glistening crotch as he processed Petra’s intrusion.
“What the
hell are you doing here!?” he shouted. He kept his eyes trained on her face. It
wasn’t clear if she intended for it or not, but the way the angel was sitting
gave Renton a perfect view up her skirt to the pure, white panties draping her
heaven’s hole.
“What’s the
matter? You two seemed to be entering a lull, so I figured it wouldn’t be a bad
time to interrupt.” Petra’s brows were raised, unsure what the issue was.
“Were you
watching us?” Ren asked.
“Duh. I’m
your guardian angel. It’s my job to watch over you.”
“All the
time!? I’m not allowed to have some privacy?”
“What are
you so worked up for?” Petra picked up the sprite and held her an inch from her
lips. Her lilac scented breath washed over him as she spoke. “I’ve been around
for millennia, Ren. I’ve seen and done things your infantile mind couldn’t
begin to fathom. It’s not like I’m going to judge you or anything. Watching you
two have sex is as desensitized to me as watching you eat.”
“Molly,
back me up on this,” Ren said, turning to his wife as best he could in Petra’s
clutches. Molly, still high on arousal, was blushing, ogling the shapely angel
manhandling her diminutive husband. “Molly?”
“R-right,
privacy,” she muttered, snapping free of her trance. “What were we talking
about?”
“Fine, I’ll
leave you lovebirds be.” Petra flicked Ren onto Molly’s chest, the scantily
clad woman cupping her hands to keep him from sliding down her abdomen. “But
understand that I’ll always be ready at a moments notice should either of you have
need of my services.” She winked at Molly and blinked away in a flash of light,
leaving the two alone on their bed. Molly collapsed forward, resting her head
on the pillow as she cradled Ren in her hand.
“So, you
can literally go all night, huh?” she purred, thinking of the many uses her sex
toy had.
“Looks like
it,” Ren responded. He was still miffed by Petra’s intrusion, but his wife’s
gorgeous face and her powerful fingers caressing his naked body kept him in the
afterglow. “Does this mean I’m doing alright?”
“Honey,
you’re incredible.” She brought him to her lips and kissed him, painting his
body red.
“Thanks. I
was worried, being so small, you’d… I don’t know. I was worried I couldn’t be a
good partner to you, if I ever even was one.”
“Ren, you
could be a disembodied voice for all I care. You’re alive, and healthy, and you
aren’t suffering any more, and you aren’t in constant pain anymore,” tears
welled in her eyes, “and now we can spend all the time in the world together,
and I couldn’t be happier.” She kissed him again. “I was afraid you’d be
repulsed by me, like I’m some giant monster.”
“Yeah? That
sounds kinda hot, actually.” Ren chuckled. “You rampaging through a city,
terrorizing tiny people in your underwear.”
“Shut up!”
she jested. “The only tiny I’m going to terrorize is you.” Molly reached over
to a drawer in her nightstand and opened it. An elongated shadow cast over Ren
as she pulled a veiny, purple dildo from the drawer. “Now that the foreplay’s
out of the way, you ready for round two?”
Renton
gulped, praying his immortal body could withstand the night.
End Notes:
I started writing this story on August 28th (one week ago) with the hope I could get the whole thing completed and uploaded within a week. Five chapters in, I realized that this wasn't tenable, and I was beginning to burn out. Though there's only two more chapters planned, I decided to post what I have completed and take a break before finishing things up. It'll probably be a few weeks before this story is completed as I'll be spending that time writing more of "Stranded with the Enemy" because I know people are anticipating more of that, and I already feel bad enough for making people wait an extra week for chapter 3. Sorry if any of this is an inconvenience, but I hope you can enjoy these five chapters of "Heaven's Reborn" and can continue to enjoy my other and future works. Thank you.
Ch 6. Two and One Hundredthsome by TerryLarka
“I've
finished! You can hand me the next one.” Renton was standing on a dinner plate
larger than his apartment used to be, his white silk clothes stained by the
foodstuff he had cleaned off. He held a small, greasy rag, a corner cut off
from a much larger one, in his hand.
“Honey, I
already finished the rest of the dishes. A while ago.” Molly leaned over the
counter, impressed her shrunken husband got even the one plate clean.
“But I told
you I'd take care of them. I got to help you out somehow,” Renton said. Molly
plucked him off the plate and dangled him before her face.
“You don't
need to eat, and when you do, it's just a bite of what I'm having. I'm not
going to make you wash dishes.” Molly pressed him against her lips, the
lingering taste of their meal still on him, and then brought him into the
living room before crashing onto the love seat. “Besides, if I make you spend
all night in there, then that's less time we have to cuddle.”
“I spend
all day in your shirt,” he posited with a smirk. Molly continued to dangle him
above her as she rested her head on the armrest.
“All day
isn't enough. I want you with me for eternity.” She dropped Renton onto her
waiting lips, catching him with a kiss. Ren laid on her lips like they were an
Alaskan king mattress, returning her love with his own puny pecking. As drastic
as it was, the two had grown very comfortable with their newfound difference in
size. For Molly, she relished the complete authority she held over Ren’s body.
Not to dominate him, though there was plenty of that going on in the
bedroom, but because it meant she could fondle him in ways she never could back
when anything beyond hand holding caused him immense pain. For Renton, Molly's
vast expanse of a figure was almost large enough to hold all his love for her.
The fact he could only touch one small part of her at any given moment felt
right; someone of such importance deserved to be appreciated to the finest
degree. And though she manipulated him with ease, Ren never felt as if his
freedom had been taken away, his wife having his best interest at heart as he
did hers. She made him feel safe and alive more than his invincible body ever
could.
“There is
something you could do for me,” Molly said as Renton rolled back onto her chin.
“I could go for a foot rub. You’re surprisingly good at them at that size.”
Molly’s bare feet hung past the edge atop the other armrest, her nearly
six-foot frame not fitting in the love seat. Her toes wiggled enticingly,
beckoning the tiny to lust after them. “I think your newly awakened foot fetish
is to blame.”
“I don’t
have a foot fetish,” he protested, his member twitching at the thought of
worming his way between her welcoming toes.
“Sure, hon,
keep telling yourself that,” Molly teased. Ren jumped off Molly's chin onto her
clavicle and crawled under the collar of her T-shirt. Inside, her weighty
globes held up the cotton tee like a circus tent. Light poured in through the
fabric, blanketing her body in a blue tint. Renton walked down her chest and
crawled between the mountainous breasts, each cradled by a beige brassiere. The
deep recess of her cleavage had become a familiar hidey hole for the sprite,
allowing him to slip between the mounds with ease.
Renton
clambered over the bra strap connecting the cups, landing on the peak of her
upper abdomen. He quickly covered her flat, toned stomach, his floor undulating
with her breathing. Molly leaned forward to watch the miniscule bulge in her
shirt move down her belly, dipping below to cross the navel, and poke his way
out from the bottom of her shirt. He crossed her wide expanse of a waist and
hiked up her thigh. The ascent towards the foot was made easier by the
thickness of her leg and her jeans’ denim texture.
After a
brief climb, Renton reached her ankle and peered up at the steep cliff rising
before him. Each toe loomed like an arbiter, judging the sprite from atop their
heavenly throne. Molly tilted her foot forward, holding it at a forty-five
degree angle and giving her partner an easy slope to scale. He walked on top of
her foot, his bare toes scrunching against her skin as he made it to the space
between her big and index toe. As Ren slid into the gap, Molly slowly tilted
her foot back until it was upright again, giving her lover a perch to stand on
between her toes.
Renton
wrapped his arms as far around the index toe as he could reach, and kneaded the
soft underside in his hand, the other rubbing the tauter topside. Admittedly,
it was more of a toe rub than a full-on foot rub, but the effort was appreciated
all the same. Molly scrunched her toes together, squeezing Ren between them as
he serviced her; the two had discovered no shortage in novel ways of hugging
since Ren’s resurrection.
Knock-knock-knock
“Aw,
come on!” Molly groaned. “We just got started.”
“Think it’s
Becca again?” Renton asked. Becca lived in the same building as them, and since
Renton’s death, she had been making more frequent visits than she already used
to.
“Probably.”
Molly scrunched tight, fastening her grip on Ren as she slid her leg off the
armrest and lowered her foot to the floor. Once she was standing, she bent her
knee back until her sole was perpendicular to her butt and plucked her partner
from her toes into her fingers. She deposited him into her cleavage and made for
the door. “I appreciate how thoughtful she’s being, but I wish I could tell her
I’m not alone in here.” Molly opened her front door to find two pajama-clad
women carrying sleeping bags and an assortment of high-calorie snacks.
“‘Sup,
babe,” Becca greeted. A nightcap crowned her black bowl cut. “Ready for a
high-octane sleepover?”
“Do you
have enough pillows for a pillow fight, or are we going to have to make a
second trip to Becca's?” Lindsay asked. Her brown hair was tied tight in a long
ponytail as was usual for her.
“Guys, you
don't have to do this,” Molly said as the women barged past her to lay out
their snacks on the kitchen counter. Marshmallows, chocolate bars, Graham
crackers, potato chips and crisps, gummy bears and worms, chocolate chip
cookies, beef jerky, and a bottle of Smirnoff lined the countertop.
“You bet we
do!” Becca exclaimed, rushing to the living room to lay out her sleeping bag. “Besides,
we've gotta talk about our Spring Break plans. Lindsay, help me move this
table.” Lindsay skipped over and lifted one side of the coffee table in front
of the love seat. Becca grabbed the other, the two heaving it to the side to
fit their sleeping arrangements.
“Ok,” Molly
conceded. “But you weren't serious about the pillow fight, were you?”
“Of course
not,” Becca admitted. “We've got important things to talk about.”
“Wait, we
weren't?” Lindsay froze, crushed by the revelation. With the sleeping bags laid
out, the three sat down and prepared their strategy meeting.
“This is
our last Spring Break, so we gotta do something big,” Becca argued. “We can't
just sit in our apartments and do nothing like we do every year.”
“I don't
want to travel anywhere, though,” Molly said. “I'm not in the mood to deal with
big crowds, and it's not like we can afford to go anywhere nice anyway.”
“Exactly!
We want to go somewhere nice and quiet to get away from it all. That's why
Lindsay has the perfect plan.” Becca turned to Lindsay, signaling her to start
her pitch.
“I was
talking to Chaz this morning, and it turns out his parents own a beach house on
the coast. It’s wild, like they have their own private section of beach, so no
crowds, and the pictures he showed me are gorgeous.” Lindsay pulled out her
phone and showed Molly the pics Chaz had sent. The white house sat on a rocky
outcrop overlooking the sand; the orange glow of sunset glimmered off the sand
and waters, giving the scenic venue an idyllic amber glow. “He said his parents
would let him use it for Spring Break, so he invited the three of us over for
the week.”
“We were
scoping it out on Google maps, and there's a town nearby with cabanas and board
rentals and all sorts of tourist stuff, and there's an aquarium and a million
restaurants, and…”
“That sounds
nice and all, but I don't want to stay at Chaz’s place for a week,” Molly said.
“He's just going to spend the whole break making advances on me.”
“That's the
best part of our plan!” Becca exclaimed. Molly cocked an eyebrow. “We're gonna
get him off your back and into Lindsay’s pants where he belongs, all in one
week. Listen, I'll be with you the whole time, and while we're cock-blocking
Chad at every turn, Lindsay will be playing up the seduction.” Lindsay nodded
along to the plan. It wasn't clear to Molly which of these two geniuses
concocted this cockamamie scheme. “By the end of the week, he'll realize he has
no choice but to settle for her.”
“That's
right!” Lindsay cheered. “...Hey!”
“There's no
way that's going to work,” Molly said, rubbing her temple.
“C'mon,
babe, have some faith in Lindsay.” Becca rested her hands on Molly’s shoulders
as if the connection would amplify her persuasion. “Worst case scenario is we
get a free beach house getaway while the world's hunkiest simp tries too hard
to please us. Best case is that we get all that plus Chad and Lindsay
discovering true love or some shit.” Molly stood up and stepped off the
sleeping bags.
“I'm going
to the bathroom. Let me mull it over.”
“Mull away!”
Becca shouted. She got up and ran to the counter as Molly walked away, yoinking
a bag of gummy worms into her grip.
Molly
closed the bathroom door and sat down on the toilet lid. Reaching into her
shirt, she pulled Renton out from her chest, the cold air sending shivers
through him as he ascended from his wife's cozy cleavage.
“What do
you think?” she asked, dangling Ren between her fingers. “It doesn't sound like
we'll have much time for ourselves.”
“I don't
think that'll be the case whether we stay or go. Might as well be on a beach
with Chaz footing the bill.” Renton shrugged. Now that Molly knew Ren was alive
again, Chaz went back to being nothing more than a slightly awkward annoyance.
Though bullheaded, he wasn't the type to do anything out of line, and if
Lindsay could successfully turn the dreamboat's heading towards her, this would
be Ren and Molly's chance to finally get him out of their hair. “I’ll agree
with whatever you decide.”
“Alright,
let’s do it.” Molly kissed him and returned him to her bosom. “But I’m sure
you’re aware how little those swimsuits cover. We’ll have to get creative with
where I hide you.”
…
Squawking
seagulls drowned out the sound of crashing waves as the three women got out of
the car. Becca’s beat-up SUV looked out of place on the long driveway, parked
next to a cherry red Porsche. Lindsay fussed over her outfit: a sea-blue bikini
underneath a light-pink, translucent blouse with the buttons undone to the
navel, and a pair of black daisy dukes. She tugged at the collar and pressed
her sleeves, trying to crease out every wrinkle and ensure she was exposing the
perfect amount of skin.
Becca
hopped out of the driver’s seat onto the white cement pavement, her neon-pink,
rubber flip-flops clashing with her denim overalls and tie-dye long-sleeve tee.
Molly followed her out from the backseat. She had on a navy-blue athletic skirt
over a pair of black biking shorts, a matching blue and red track jacket, and
an MLB T-shirt. Her white sneakers glowed beneath the harsh, afternoon
sunlight.
“Welcome to
paradise!” Chaz announced to the approaching women from his front porch, a
Modelo in hand. Becca and Lindsay could see their reflections in his
blue-tinted Ray-Bans as they stepped onto the white, wooden deck. Chaz’s
straight brown hair was tucked under a straw trilby; the rest of him resided in
an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt, a white wife-beater, and dark grey board shorts.
He leaped out of his deck chair and opened the front screen door for the
ladies. “Make yourselves at home. I’ll carry all your things in.” Once the
three were inside, Chaz rushed to the beat-up SUV and carefully hauled the
luggage from the trunk.
“See? That
dork’s gonna dote on us the whole break,” Becca commented. “This’ll be the best
vacation ever!” The three walked from the foyer to the main room. The kitchen
and living room took up two halves of one expansive room. The kitchen consisted
of wall counters and cupboards surrounding a central isle, all constructed of
wood with grey marble tops. The oven, fridge, and various appliances were all
top of the line. The kitchen’s white tile flooring gave way to the living room’s
short, chic carpeting, and the living room was no less impressive. A plush,
leather couch bordered the room, facing opposite to a wall mounted 55” OLED TV
and luxury entertainment center. The far side of the room, opposite the front
entrance, was taken up almost entirely by a clear sliding door overlooking a
pristine view of the back deck and beach. Paradise was putting the place
lightly.
“How are
you holding up, Molly?” Lindsay asked. She was taken back a bit by the question,
having to remind herself she was still supposed to be mourning.
“I’m doing
great,” she responded. “It’s hard to mope in a place like this. Thanks for
checking in, though.” Molly leaned back against the kitchen isle, discreetly
scratching an itch in her rear. “I’ll admit, I’ll probably need some time alone
every now and then, but you don’t need to worry about me.”
“Take all
the time you need, whenever you need it!” Becca exclaimed. “We’ll always be
there for you. Except for when you don’t want us there, then we’ll still be
with you but from a comfortable distance.”
“Thanks, guys.”
The three walked around the main room, checking out all the amenities. While
her friends messed around with the TV, Molly stood back and pulled up the back
of her skirt, poking her middle finger in between her cheeks to scratch her
crack. She quickly pulled her hand back when she heard the front door slam
shut. Chaz hauled three briefcases into the foyer and proceeded to join the
ladies in the living room.
“Pretty
nice, ain’t it?” he smirked. “There’s three bedrooms upstairs. You guys can
decide who gets the master; I’ll sleep down here on the sofa.” Becca and Molly
shot each other a knowing look.
“Molly, you
can have the master,” Lindsay suggested. The other two women glared back at
her, Becca gesturing as discreetly as she could to tell her to take that back. “Oh!
I mean, I’ll take the master! That extra-large bed might come in handy this
week.” Lindsay sauntered over to Chaz and draped an arm over his shoulder,
rubbing circles into his chest with her index finger.
“Sure,
whatever you guys want,” he said obliviously. He didn’t respond to Lindsay’s
flirting, neither accepting nor rejecting it. It was as if she wasn’t there. “Feel
free to settle in. There’s drinks in the fridge and plenty of food.”
“Actually,”
Molly chimed in, “how would you guys feel about going for a bike ride? We
passed by a rental shop on the way here a few blocks over. It’d be a fun way to
familiarize ourselves with the town.”
“Sounds
good to me.” The others nodded in agreement and made for the front door. Molly
hanged back and scratched her ass again.
“How about
you?” she whispered. “Think you can handle it?”
“For sure!”
Renton shouted from Molly’s shorts. The sprite was currently being kneaded into
his wife’s brown eye by her massive middle finger. He had spent the entire day,
including the two-hour car ride, between her buns. Molly thought it a strange
request at first, thinking he’d want to be somewhere easier to breathe during
such a long trip, but then she remembered he didn’t need to breathe anymore.
During the ride, the clunker’s faulty suspension sent an unrelenting chorus of
vibrations through the seats, rippling through Molly’s cheeks and into Renton’s
miniature body. It was like receiving thirty full body massages all at once.
The best parts were the potholes, which Becca struggled to avoid, sending
Molly’s entire weight slamming down on him every time the driver hit one. On
Molly’s end, having her tiny husband wedged up to the rim gave her an
undefeatable itch, though not an unwelcome one. Every few minutes, she’d grind
her butt into the leather seat, offering her some momentary relief and her
husband the additional pressure he craved. Even now, as she walked towards the
front door to join her friends, the itch remained, and it took all her
willpower to keep from grabbing a bottle of lotion, barging into a bedroom, and
forcing the source of her itch deeper inside her. But sitting on a bike seat
would have to do.
Molly
walked out into the afternoon sun, its rays unimpeded by a cloudless sky, and
quickly rejoined the others. Each step she took sent the impact through her
legs, up to her waist. Her glutes grinded Renton together as she trotted. Under
the sun’s heat, Molly started sweating, the first droplets eking out from her
skin and dampening Renton. The coastal town’s streets were bustling, filled
with vacationing college students and tourists walking or driving to a bevy of
exciting destinations. It was more crowded than Molly preferred, and had Renton
not returned to her life, she knew it’d be too much for her in her grief. Every
few seconds, Becca turned to check on her. It bothered her immensely how
quickly Molly accepted Ren’s death. The two were closer than the fibers of the
tightest knit sweater, but only a month since his death, she was as cheerful as
if he were still with her. It wasn’t that she wanted her friend to be
inconsolable, but she suspected Molly was hiding something, burying her grief
in pretense until it became too much to bear.
“Something
wrong, Becca?” Molly asked. The woman in overalls had been staring at her for a
minute.
“No. Sorry.”
Becca felt helpless, unsure of how she could help or if she even needed to in
the first place. Before long, the four reached the bike rental shop. Green and
yellow bikes sporting the rental company’s logo filled racks across the
storefront and inside the building itself. Chaz went to the counter and paid
the rental fee, the first of what would be many expenses on this trip, while
the girls got on their bikes.
“Hey, Chad,
can you pull off any BMX tricks?” Becca teased as her personal piggy bank
joined up with them just outside the shop.
“I can pop
a wheelie, but I don’t think we’re allowed to do that sort of thing on these.”
He gave up correcting her about his name a while ago when he finally realized
she was just calling him that out of endearment. He hoped. Along with the
others, Molly straddled her bike, smushing Renton into the taut leather as she
sat on the narrow bike seat. Molly took the lead as the four rode off, blitzing
past cars and pedestrians on the busy streets.
Renton
never felt so confined in his entire life, or afterlife; at least beneath
Molly’s sneaker, he was given a brief window of relief whenever she lifted her
foot. Here, the bike seat was an unrelenting crucible, an oppressive wedge
keeping Ren firmly in place against his wife's underside. The swaying from
pedaling ground him against the seat, the friction from her oscillating glutes
further increasing the sweltering heat beneath her ass. What began as a light
drizzle soon became a raging torrent as sweat pooled at the bottom of the
woman’s shorts. As the salty fluid consumed him, Renton wondered why he enjoyed
this. Was his newfound depravity a psychological response to his current
situation, a way of coping with the fact he was an insignificant speck compared
to his lover, or had these strange desires always laid dormant within him,
waiting for a catalyst to draw them out? Either way, his body jerked as much as
it could beneath Molly's weight, overflowing with carnal bliss.
…
An orange
glow permeated the sky as the sun began its descent towards the horizon. Having
finished their bike tour of town and the surrounding area, Molly and the others
were seated at a table on the open-air deck of a cabana bar, sipping on a rainbow
of alcoholic drinks while the brisk ocean breeze cooled them off. Molly wished
she could have offered Renton something to drink, but he'd have to make do with
the perspiration still flowing out into her shorts.
“Psst,
Molly,” Lindsay whispered from the other side of the table, “you see that girl
sitting over there?” Lindsay pointed past Molly and Becca towards the bar a few
tables back. A shapely college-age woman sat by herself at the edge of the bar,
her provocative backside turned to the group of four. She wore a yellow
slingshot bikini which covered the absolute bare minimum of her curvaceous
figure. Despite the severe exposure to the sun, her skin was blemish free,
perfectly even in tone from top to bottom. A wide-brimmed, straw sunhat
obscured the back of her head, but her hair couldn’t have gone past her
shoulders. “I swear she’s been checking you out.”
“No way,”
Molly scoffed, turning back to face Molly before the woman could catch her
staring. “She was probably looking at Chaz.”
“Nuh-uh,
she’s brushed off at least ten guys since we got here,” Lindsay claimed. “She’s
definitely interested in you.”
“Lindsay,
stop putting ideas in her head,” Becca chided. “It’s still too soon since… you
know.” She glanced back at Molly who had been taking more peeks at the
mysterious beauty. A guy with a shaved head and goatee had sat down next to the
woman, but his pick-up routine didn’t seem to be having any effect.
“C’mon,
Becca, it’s Spring Break,” Lindsay continued. “Our last one! This is the time
to kick reluctance to the curb and hook up with hot strangers at cheap bars.
You can’t pass up opportunities like this. You-know-who would understand.”
Buried under ass and sweat, Renton was in little position to offer an opinion.
Ultimately, doing whatever made Molly happy would probably be his stance on the
matter.
Molly was
more decisive. Even if Ren was still truly dead, she wouldn’t tarnish his
memory with a one-night stand during Spring Break. The fact he was still with
her only strengthened her resolve. She stood up. “I’m going to talk to her, let
her know not to waste any more time on me.”
“Wait,
babe, I didn’t…”
“It’s cool,
Becca. This is what I want.” She left the table and made for the bar. Becca and
Lindsay remained trained on her, both hoping things worked out for her, no
matter what that actually meant.
“Molly’s
bi?” Chaz was finally able to ask.
“Yeah, you
couldn’t figure that out?” Becca sneered, bothered by the uncouth question.
Chaz started back, falling into an apologetic silence.
“It’s fair
you wouldn’t know, though,” Lindsay granted. “Her and Ren had been together
since they were, like, babies. Only the people close to her would know that
about her.”
“Unless you
saw us at a pride parade, or helped us organize events at the LGBTQ+ center, or
saw the bi flag pin on her backpack.”
“Sorry,”
Chaz muttered. “To be honest, I don’t know what the bi flag looks like.”
“Pink,
purple, and blue,” Becca huffed as she turned back to face the bar. After
shaved head sputtered out, Molly sat down beside the woman.
“Hey, sorry
to bother you, but my friend saw you looking my way and…” Molly froze as she
looked at woman’s face. Her features were flawless, the perfect blend between
cute and sexy. Her eyes shown a brilliant emerald hue, surrounded by expertly
applied, black mascara. Her short bob was pure pink to the roots, as straight
and full as if it had been combed by angels. “P-Petra!?”
“Took you
long enough, superstar.” Ren’s guardian angel winked at the befuddled woman and
took a sip of her martini. Molly couldn’t help but lower her gaze, the angel’s
bountiful tits, delectable belly, and plump thighs all screaming for attention.
Petra’s back was completely bare, save for the thin yellow straps of her
swimsuit, showing no signs of her dove wings.
“What are
you doing here?” Molly asked.
Yeah,
what are you doing here? Ren thought to his angel. The pool of sweat
coalescing around him made it impossible for him to speak aloud.
“I’m
enjoying Spring Break, same as you.” Petra emptied her glass and waved it at
the bartender to signal for a refill. “Agents of the divine need time off too,
y’know.” The bartender brought Petra another martini. She held it up to Molly,
offering a sip, but she passed on the offer. “Plus, I’ve come to offer you my
services.”
“Are you
talking to me or Ren?”
“Both, but
mostly you, Molly.” Petra’s luscious lips curled up, showing off a glimpse of
the perfect pearls hidden behind them. “How would you like to spend the evening
with me? I heard your beach house has a master bedroom in need of occupants.”
Molly’s
flaming red face could be seen all the way back at the table where her friends
were watching the scene incessantly. “Fuck, I wish we could hear them,” Lindsay
commented.
“Doesn’t
look like she’s gonna turn her down,” Becca stated. “Yo, Chad, your place have
room for one more?”
“I-I guess.”
Chaz had really wanted Molly to get the master bedroom, but this wasn’t how he
saw that going down. He knew he had to take things slow, let her recover from
Ren’s passing, but now that she was flirting with random beach babes, he
questioned if he had been taking the wrong approach to this.
Molly
slammed her fist on the countertop, centering herself. “No. No way. I’d never
cheat on Ren like that.”
“It’s not
cheating if he’s involved,” she said, licking her lips. Molly’s face somehow
grew even redder at the thought. “Think about it, superstar, you're
trying to get the rich kid to lose interest in you and fall for your friend.
What could make him lose interest more than hooking up with a gorgeous woman
right in front of him, an irresistible angel he could never compare to?”
“When you
put it that way, it seems kind of mean.”
“Not at
all. He and Lindsay are destined to fall in luhh-” Petra paused, her sultry
expression breaking. “Uh- I mean… The future isn’t… Nothing’s set in… Agh! Look,
everybody benefits. Let's just leave it at that.” Petra took a deep breath and recomposed
herself. She leaned in and rested her hand on Molly's knee. “Think about it,
I'm the only woman in the world who can know about Ren. This is your only
chance to really explore the other half of your sexuality with him. Don’t let
it slip by. I promise I can deliver. I swear you'll wake up tomorrow begging
for more.” Molly leaned back, giving her some distance, but she didn't attempt
to remove Petra's velvety smooth hand from her knee.
“I don't
know. I want to hear Ren's thoughts first.”
“Afraid the
puppy will get jealous sharing his master?” she teased. Molly's heart skipped a
beat. With an eyeroll and a smirk, the angel leaned her elbow on the
countertop, holding her hand to her ear as if she were utilizing a Bluetooth
earpiece. “What do you think, little guy?” There was pause as she waited for a
response from the other line. “Judging by her expression, it's safe to say she
wants this. Mmhm. No, you're not breaking your vows by having a threesome. It's
perfectly healthy as long as we're all on board. Mmhm. You aren't being
disloyal by finding me attractive. Your wife thinks I'm hot too. Mmhm. Mmhm. Of
course, we want you involved. Mmhm. How could you get in the way, you're a
centimeter tall? Mmhm. Mmhm. For the last time, fucking an angel isn't a sin.
Seriously, you mortals are too short lived to be this prude. Mmhm. Mmhm. How
are you the most resistant about this? Most guys would kill to be in your
position. Mmhm. Mmhm. Mmhm.” Finally, Petra pushed herself off the counter and
sat up straight. “He said he's up for it.”
“Alright,
let’s do this!” Molly decided. Her face was still flush, and her knees were
shaking, but peeking through the nerves were bubbles of excitement. They got up
and walked back towards the table. “Wait, don’t you need to pay for your
drinks?”
“Nope. At
least five different guys offered to cover my tab. I’ll let the bartender
decide which one deserves to pay up.” The two women approached the table,
Petra’s barely contained bouncing and swaying attracting the attention of
everyone on the deck. Becca and the others turned and focused on something else
in a hasty attempt to hide their eavesdropping.
“H-hey guys,
this is Petra,” Molly nervously introduced the curvy woman beside her. Lindsay
stared at the angel’s chest, intimidated by the massive globes. Chaz kept his
head down, like a young boy dragged into the women’s underwear department by
his mom. Becca was the only one unflustered, but even she recognized the
pink-haired girl was unreasonably stacked. “If you don’t mind, we’re going to
head back to the house early. Um, Lindsay, is it okay if we take the master
bedroom?”
“Absolutely.
Go ahead,” Lindsay said in a trance. She couldn’t look away from those tits,
hypnotized by their girth. With an awkward chuckle, Molly led Petra away from
the table and off the cabana deck.
“Do you
want to cover up?” she asked. “The house is a few blocks away.”
“No, why
would I?” Petra clung onto Molly’s arm as they walked, squeezing her breasts
together in the process. She leaned her head against her shoulder and giggled,
amused at how fast the woman was breathing. If they weren’t in public, she’d
slide her hand around Molly’s firm butt and prod little Ren deep into the
abyss, but humans get embarrassed so easily, and Petra wanted to take her time
breaking the couple in.
…
Molly sat
on the edge of the king-size bed in her crotchless teddy, holding a naked Renton
in her cupped hands on her lap. The master bedroom was large, the bed only
taking up a fourth of the room, with a walk-in closet and full bathroom
connected directly to it. A sliding glass door led to a balcony overlooking the
ocean, the setting sun sending its last rays through the window. Petra was in
the bathroom getting herself ready, though neither Molly nor Ren were sure as
to what that entailed.
“How are
you feeling?” Molly asked. “Are you nervous at all?” Ren could feel her hands
tremble beneath him, jostling him as they shook. His wife’s jittering clashed
against her lascivious attire.
“Definitely,”
Ren replied. “Petra’s a wild card. I can never tell what she’s thinking, but...”
He looked up at Molly and gave her a big grin. “I think you’ll have fun.”
“And you
won’t?” She brought Ren up to her face, her blue-pupiled windows beaming down
on his tiny frame. “Dude, you spent the whole day in my shorts. What do you
have to be worried about?”
“I don’t
know. It feels weird doing it with someone else, even if she’s an otherworldly
entity, especially at this size.” As he sat there, Ren rubbed Molly’s expansive
palms with his hands. He liked the feeling of her grooved skin against his.
“We don’t
have to go through with this. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
“You should
have thought of that before the bike ride,” he joked. The couple’s giggling
helped calm their nerves. “I’ll be fine, so don’t hold anything back. If you’re
having fun, then so am I.” Molly smiled and brought her hands to her lips,
embracing her husband in a blanketing kiss. The two were pulled from their
intimacy at the sound of a door opening.
Petra
sauntered out of the bathroom in all her glory, adorned with nothing but a
black lace G-string and two ruby studded pasties over each nipple. Ren was no
jeweler, but he’d bet all he once had on those rubies being the genuine
article. As the ample angel grew closer, the difference in scale between her
and the sprite grew clearer. Petra was a petite woman, at least in terms of her
height, standing a full foot shorter than Molly. Her standing height put her at
eye level with Molly as she sat on the bed, and even still she was nothing
short of a colossus to puny Ren, every curve stretching out before him like an
endless landmass. Ren could feel Molly’s pulse hasten beneath her palm, his own
heartbeat, a psychological response meant to emulate a living body,
accelerating alongside it. Two heavenly pillars descended upon Ren and plucked
him off the comfort of Molly’s palm.
“I see you
prepared a little morsel for us,” Petra said, her words oozing in amorous
honey. “How thoughtful.” She opened her lips, columns of spit connecting her
tongue to its roof as the tensile muscle slid out from its lair. It slithered
up to the flailing sprite dangling above it, grazing his soles with its tip. It
was frightening for Molly to watch her husband become this woman's prey. If it
were anyone else, she'd snatch Ren back and kick his would-be predator out into
the street, but she felt an underlying trust in Petra. She was his guardian
angel, surely she wouldn't put him in actual danger? That trust pierced through
her fear, guiding out with it a deeply provocative allure.
Molly
watched Petra lower Ren into her mouth. His kicking and squirming were futile
efforts against the angel’s unstoppable appetite. As her tongue crawled up his
backside, she released her hold on him, pulling him halfway into her mouth with
her tongue and clamping her lips around his waist. She sucked on the tiny
sprite, lathering his legs and crotch with her tongue and giggling at how much
of an effect the small suction she applied had on his puny body. Ren felt like
his lower half could tear clean off, and with no sense of pain, the
exhilaration brought him to full mast.
Soon after,
Petra slurped up the rest of Ren, rolling him around her cavernous mouth. A
tidal wave of saliva, which oddly smelled like lilac, covered every millimeter
of his miniscule form. The angel’s breath acted as an aphrodisiac, stimulating
Ren further than he ever thought possible. After careening Ren across her
tongue and battering him against her hard palate, Petra opened her maw wide,
giving Molly a peek at her half-devoured, spit-soaked husband.
“If you
want him back, then you'll have to take him,” she goaded. Petra settled on
Molly's lap, wrapping her arms around her shoulders, resting her ass on her
thighs, and planting her knees on either side of her waist. She flicked off the
straps to Molly’s lingerie, freeing her ballistics from their restraints. The
angel’s immense breasts squashed against Molly's, dwarfing the tomboy's already
considerable tits against them. The bejeweled pasties pressed into Molly's
nipples with a tantalizing roughness. Petra gave her no time to react. Not even
a squeal or groan could be uttered before Petra forced her lips onto Molly’s.
The angel’s tongue pried its way into the other woman’s mouth, carrying Ren
along with it. Molly gave in, allowing Petra’s tongue to have its way inside
her. The thing had a mind of its own, worming around the other tongue from all
directions, lapping all around her mouth and smothering Ren in its
malleability. Once the initial shock wore off, Molly pushed back, her lips and
tongue retaliating against Petra’s invasion by returning the favor.
Renton
couldn’t make sense of what was happening. Wet muscles slammed into him from
all sides, mashing him into someone’s cheeks before pulling him back into the
blender. He was passed from mouth to mouth as gale forces tried to pull apart
his indestructible body. Petra’s lilac scented zephyr mixed with Molly’s mint
tinted breath to drive Ren into sensory overload. His body spasmed between the
indomitable tongues, their assault unrelenting as the women passionately
swapped spit. Unable to withstand anymore, the sprite climaxed. His seed spread
across both tongues as they swirled around him.
Petra
pulled out with Ren, leaving Molly gasping for more. With divine dexterity, the
angel tilted her head back and blew Ren above her mouth before catching his
diminutive cock with her lips. She milked the sprite for all he was worth while
Molly watched longingly, left to savor the sampling of cum that had shot onto
her tongue. Once Ren ran dry, Petra dropped him onto the floor of her mouth
just beyond the bottom incisors. She waited for a viscous pool of saliva to
form around him and then spat him onto Molly’s left breast.
With a
strength that betrayed her petite stature, Petra shoved Molly onto her back and
lunged onto her, forcing her tongue back into her mouth. An entire mountain
crashed down on top of Ren, sandwiching him between an unending ocean of supple
titty fat. Petra pinched Molly’s thigh between her legs, rubbing her hip against
the woman’s crotch as she grinded against her. Their tongues were intertwined
once again. Renton was stuck between two colliding planets; by this point, he
decided autonomy was overrated and gave himself over to the fathomless weights
destined to dominate his afterlife.
The two
women continued grinding until Petra felt her thigh soaked in Molly’s arousal. Petra
released the grip she had on Molly’s mouth and scooted down her body, dragging
her clit across the tomboy’s thick thigh and freeing Ren from his burden, for a
moment. She brought her maw over Molly’s breast, clamping her teeth firmly onto
the woman’s areola and trapping Ren inside her mouth where the puny man
belonged. Molly moaned in strained pleasure as the angel bit down on her tit,
screwing Ren into Molly’s nipple with her tongue. Petra kept at it, listening
to the sweet melody of Molly’s grunts and groans, until she was ready to skip to the next track. She scooped Ren up with her lips and pulled herself up, looming
over the flustered woman with an amused smirk.
“You
disappoint me, superstar,” she roweled. Petra flashed her tongue, displaying a
helpless Ren for a brief second. “I’m holding your beloved captive. He’s your
soul-mate, a man so dear as to come back from the dead for you, and you’re just
going to let me do with him as I please?” Molly laid there, chest heaving,
breathing heavy. Then, in a sudden strike, she rose up and bit Petra’s earlobe.
The angel was shocked enough to leave her mouth agape, dropping the tiny sprite
over Molly’s shoulder and onto the mattress below.
For the
first time that evening, Ren had control over himself, allowing him to stand up
and take in the vast crevice rearing over him. Molly’s ass encompassed his
horizon, an appealing sight that appeared to be getting closer?
The limited
freedom Ren enjoyed was snuffed out by Molly’s collapsing ass. She pulled Petra
down with her as she fell back onto the bed, catching Ren within her crack. Molly
rolled over and pinned the petite Petra beneath her. Deftly, she plucked Ren
out from between her cheeks and dangled his pliant body over the stunned angel.
“You were saying?” Molly wrapped her enormous lips around his cock and sucked
until she got what she was owed. “I figured it was only polite to give you
first dibs, but even my generosity has its limits,” she said after swallowing her
husband’s load.
“A word of
advice?” Petra offered, sprawled out on the bed. “My body’s even more durable
than his, so I’d appreciate it if you bite harder from now on.” Molly gave her shrunken
lover a kiss.
“Mind
lending me a hand?” she cooed. Ren was too entrenched in euphoria to respond,
but she took his flush expression as consent. With her free hand, Molly peeled
off the angel’s pasties, tossing them aimlessly aside. Then, she bent over and
bit down on Petra's right breast, simultaneously pressing Ren into the other
nipple with her index finger. Petra's body jerked beneath Molly as the woman
chewed on her tit. Even biting at full force, Molly's teeth couldn't penetrate
the angel's skin, but the sensation was enough to drive her wild. On the other
side, Ren's delicate chewing of a nipple larger than his head sent shivers
through Petra's nerves, a delightful contrast to the much larger woman's
intensity. She clutched at the bedsheets, keeping herself from flying away
in bliss.
Molly
pulled herself up and sat back, planting her ass on Petra’s crotch while
keeping Ren in her grip. She rested her right leg along the middle of Petra’s
torso and held the bottom of her foot an inch from the angel’s face. Over the
course of their escapades, the two women had moved to the center of the king-sized
bed.
“Lick,”
Molly commanded. Petra did as she was told and then some. She dragged her
tongue from the heel to the toes, kissed every inch of the ball, and sucked on
every toe, slipping her tongue between each one for good measure. “Not bad.”
Molly turned to the sprite caught between her fingers. “Though some expert
assistance wouldn't hurt.” Molly lowered Ren to her vulva, mashing him into her
labia so he could service her clit. Ren fervently licked her pearl, sending
Molly bucking on top of Petra who was still going to town on her foot.
Okay,
but making an angel worship your foot has to be a sin, right? Ren thought.
Dammit,
Ren. Shut up and pleasure your wife. Petra replied telepathically. Ren
continued licking through the ejaculate splashing onto him. If it weren’t for
Molly’s finger holding him in place, he’d have slipped past the labia and onto
Petra’s groin. Molly moaned fiercely, stimulated from both partners tasting her
and signaling both to keep going. But in a soft flash of light, Petra vanished,
causing Molly to drop six inches onto the bed.
In the
blink of an eye, Petra reappeared crouching on her knees before the woman. She
placed one hand on Molly’s sternum and pushed her flat onto the mattress,
knocking the air out of her lungs in the process. The angel peered down at Ren
with a Cheshire grin before sprawling out on her belly between Molly’s legs.
Her head hung over Molly’s vulva like an ominous moon. She opened her mouth to
release a cascading waterfall of saliva onto the already wet Ren before diving
in herself.
Petra’s
tongue invaded Molly’s pussy, slamming Ren against her clit amidst its attack. Up
and down, side to side, clockwise, counter-clockwise, Petra went at it from
every angle. Her tongue danced between Molly’s lips, obliterating Ren in the
process. The couple groaned and buckled, unable to withstand the angel’s
display of her sexual finesse. Ren, at the whims of Petra’s tongue, grinded
against Molly’s pearl before being brought inside his wife. Petra thrust her
tongue forward, penetrating Molly’s vagina and rocking Ren against the G-spot.
Molly gripped the bedsheet tightly. Her gyrating hips only further disoriented
Ren as his body spasmed, sandwiched between tongue and vaginal wall. With a few
more thrusts, the married couple climaxed, drowning Ren in his and his wife’s
fluids and giving Petra something to savor.
Molly
heaved on the bed as Petra pulled herself out, slurping a limp Ren back into
her mouth. She sucked on him like a jawbreaker, swallowing the fluids coating
his body and lining her tongue. “Mmmm, very good. You two sure know how to
treat a lady.” Petra saw a flicker in Molly’s eyes. The woman’s body rapidly
expanded and deflated to her heavy panting; her arms and legs rested still, but
her eyes showed the truth. Within them was a flame not yet ready to go out. “Don’t
worry, superstar. We’re just getting started.”
…
The red
characters of the digital clock read 2:14am. Molly lied naked on the bed with
Ren lying just below her collarbone. Petra was draped along her side, kissing
her cheek while caressing Ren with her fingertip. At some point in the night,
each woman had discarded the other’s underwear, though it was all too much a
haze to remember exactly when. It wasn’t clear to them when or if the others
had returned to the house, but if they had, it was unlikely they could get any
sleep.
“So, did I deliver?”
Petra asked, well aware of the answer.
“God, yes,”
Molly groaned.
“That was…
fuck,” Ren muttered. The sprite was worn out in spite of his unlimited stamina.
“Good. I
wanted to start things off easy tonight, dip your toes in before we really got
serious.” Molly and Ren looked to each other, excited and terrified over whatever
that meant. Petra continued kissing Molly’s cheek and rubbed Ren even harder
into her chest. “Believe me, I enjoyed it too. I can’t wait to see how far you both can take me.”
End Notes:
I've decided to expand this story beyond my original plan of seven chapters. I'm not sure by how much yet, but I hope you all continue to enjoy it. Thank you.
Ch 7. Plenty of Places to Hide by TerryLarka
Delicate
rays illuminated the master bedroom as the sun crept up over the horizon. The
bed itself was a mess; sheets were sprawled every which way and sticky
splotches dotted the mattress. All by her lonesome, Molly awoke oddly refreshed
considering how little sleep she had gotten the night prior. After rubbing the
sand from her eyes, she looked around the empty room and wondered where her
company had gotten off to.
Molly
pulled a large T-shirt and a pair of panties from her suitcase, rolled them
over her body, and stumbled downstairs. Her three friends were seated at the
kitchen’s center isle, engaged in idle chit-chat while a pink-haired cutie
prepared breakfast. Entering the kitchen, Molly was immediately struck by the
sweet and savory aroma of bacon, eggs, pancakes, sausages, and buttered toast.
“Yo, look
who decided to wake up,” Becca teased as Molly approached the isle. “Just in
time too. Petra’s making food for the whole neighborhood.” The angel, under the
guise of a buxom college student wearing her GF’s shirt, socks, and underwear,
fluttered throughout the kitchen, using every stovetop burner and cooking
appliance at her disposal. Four blenders were juicing a rainbow assortment of
smoothies while two toasters crispened a rotating bevy of bread as one pan
flipped pancakes with another scrambling eggs and another sizzling bacon in the
meantime of the microwave heating another heaping of grits. As Molly walked
around the isle, she noticed the sweat dripping from Chaz’s forehead as he
watched the angel intently, mortified at the thought of this stranger burning
his parents’ house down.
“Morning,
superstar!” Petra paused only for a second to peck Molly on the cheek, having
to stand on her tip toes to reach, before returning to work. “Everything’s
almost ready.”
“Where’s
Ren?” Molly whispered into her ear. Petra paused again to shoot her a sultry
glance.
“Oh
goodness me, it seems I’ve misplaced him.” The angel fauxed concern as she licked
her lips. “You’ll have to look for him once you’re finished eating.” Molly had
but a brief moment to take in Petra’s luscious curves before the angel took off
again to finish cooking. Knowing Petra, Renton was hidden somewhere on her
person, but there were too many nooks, folds, and orifices to be able to tell
where at a glance.
Molly took
a seat at the end of the isle around the corner from Becca who sat next to
Lindsay who sat next to Chaz. The three all looked comfortable in their
pajamas: a plush onesie for Becca, a linen nightgown for Lindsay, and a
form-fitting undershirt/gym shorts combo for the sole man of the group.
“Morning,
Molly,” Lindsay greeted. “I’d ask how last night was, but I think your bedhead
has already spoken volumes.” Molly’s hair pointed in every direction, too
labyrinthine for even a bird to nest in. “You’ll be glad to know Petra’s
checking out from her motel to stay here with us during Spring Break, so you
can keep the master bedroom.”
“You sure?
What about…” Molly nudged her head towards Chaz who was still too worried over
the myriad fire hazards to be cognizant of anything else. Lindsay leaned
forward as if Becca wasn’t in the way.
“It’s
cool,” she whispered. “A smaller bed just means we’ll have to squeeze in extra
close.” Lindsay fell back to her seat at the clanging sound of plates hitting
the counter. Breakfast was served, and the spread rivaled the wealthiest
Thanksgiving feasts. Platters of every meat and grain covered the isle,
accompanied by tall glasses filled to the brink with smoothies.
“Dig in,
everybody!” Petra announced, taking a seat cornering Molly. The four all piled
their plates high and did as requested, stuffing their gobs with fluffy
scrambled eggs, crisp bacon, syrup-soaked pancakes, etc. With mouths full, they
couldn’t help but pay their compliments to the chef.
“This is
out of this world!”
“It’s
simply heavenly!”
“Nothing
short of divine!”
“You really
outdid yourself, Petra,” Molly concluded. The angel watched with delight as her
new friends enjoyed their meal. In contrast to the banquet she prepared for
them, Petra partook in a half-full short glass of orange juice and nibbled on
some eggs and sausage.
“What’s
wrong, girl?” Becca asked, grease coating the lower half of her face. “Not
feeling good?”
“No, no.
Don’t mind me. I’m simply not hungry.” Petra stared at Molly while the ash-blonde
woman noshed on sausage, the link sliding smoothly past her soft lips onto her
waiting tongue. It took a lot of restraint from Petra not to suck face on the
spot, but it’d be rude to do so in front of company. Now, if she got them
involved, that’d be one thing, but she recognized no one else present would be
into the idea and thus settled for the pleasure Molly and Ren provided her.
“Not for breakfast, anyway.”
Molly
quickened her pace, shoveling food down her gullet to restore lost calories and
build up a fresh supply for later. The looks Petra kept sending were driving
her wild. She knew Ren had to be somewhere on the angel’s body. Fantasies of
him nestled in flesh or buried somewhere the sun don’t shine faded into her
conscious, warming her body more than the hot breakfast could.
Upon
packing away all she could muster, Molly grabbed Petra by the wrist and pulled
her off her stool, ready to burn off everything she just ate. The pair stepped
away from the isle and started prancing towards the stairs.
“We’re
going to the beach today,” Lindsay explained as they ran off. “Meet us out
there when you’re both ready.” The women disappeared up the stairs and slammed
the master bedroom’s door shut.
“You guys
get the feeling Molly’s been acting weird recently?” Chaz asked.
“Yes, but
you wouldn’t understand,” Becca posited, lost in thought as she slurped on her smoothie.
“It’s not like she’s a different person. You never saw her when Ren was
healthier, or at least when he could present himself as such. That’s the real
her, the one unshackled by grief. What’s weird isn’t the way she’s acting, but
how she’s able to act like that in the first place. There’s no way she’s moved
on from Ren already. Something has to be up.”
“What are
you suggesting?” Lindsay ate daintily, actually cutting her sausage and taking
reasonably sized bites of her eggs and pancakes. “Should we intervene?”
“I don’t
know. She’s happy, that much is clear. It’d be stupid to tell her to stop being
happy.” Becca piled more bacon onto her plate and lathered up on grits. “I just
can’t wrap my head around it.”
…
Petra sat
down at edge of the bed, one leg crossed over the other, and eyed Molly
lasciviously as the tomboy stripped out of her simple outfit.
“Give me
one hint: did he pick the spot, or did you?” Molly sauntered closer, towering
over the petit angel sitting before her.
“It was all
me. But, he seems to be enjoying himself.” Petra looked up at her lover’s protruding
tits, her lips watering at the erect nipples pointed her way.
“Alright,
so he’s not guaranteed to be in one of your socks, but it’s still a
possibility.” Molly kneeled before Petra and pinched the end of one her socks,
slowly sliding it off the angel’s ankle and releasing her perfect ped.
Tell her
I don’t have a foot fetish! the hidden Ren communicated telepathically.
You
shouldn’t lie to your wife, Ren, or to your guardian angel for that matter. Molly’s
fingers squeezed between each toe, massaging them as she searched for her
missing husband.
I’m not
lying! She then tried again with the other foot, finding no luck as she
caressed Petra’s pedicured sole.
My mistake.
It’s yourself you need to quit lying to. For good measure, Molly brushed
her lips against each foot, kissing the balls and arches and sucking on every
toe. Once she could be certain Ren wasn’t there, she stood back up.
“Hmmm, we
can scratch your feet off the list.” Next, Molly bent forward and tucked her
arm underneath Petra’s oversized T-shirt. Her hand wrapped as far around the
angel’s considerable breast as it could manage, groping around for the missing
sprite. She could feel Petra’s hastening pulse and the quick breaths blowing
her way as she fondled the pink-haired girl. Molly’s hand inched around Petra’s
chest, unable to find what it was looking for. Her fingers delved deep into the
angel’s cleavage, getting lost in mounds of fat as she stroked her sternum.
Still no Ren, that much was clear, but Molly wanted to be extra thorough and
continued stroking and groping until she was satisfied.
“I’ll give
you another hint,” Petra teased, pulling off her shirt as Molly sat beside her.
“You’re going to have to go deeper.” Molly scooted over until she was behind
Petra, pressing her breasts into the angel’s shoulder blades as she pulled her
in tight. With one arm wrapped around her chest, the other snaked its way into
her panties, feeling out the entrance to heaven through the fingertips. Molly
took her time searching for Ren, making a pitstop at Petra’s clit and polishing
the pearl to a mirror sheen. With playful force, Molly’s fingers slipped
between the lips, making themselves nice and cozy in the soaking wet walls of
Petra’s vagina. But no matter how hard she fingered the angel, Molly could find
no traces of her man inside.
With only a
couple viable hiding spots left, Molly collapsed onto the bed, taking the angel
with her. She rolled over, pinning Petra face down into the mattress, and rose.
“How’d I know you were going to make me poke around in there?” Molly snipped as
the angel presented her glorious rear. After pulling the angel’s panties down,
she grabbed a bottle of lube conveniently placed on the nightstand and lathered
up. “If he is in there, it better not be too deep.”
“You’ll
just have to dive in and find out.” Petra wiggled her butt in anticipation, her
decadent cheeks jiggling like vanilla pudding. Molly started with the tips of
her fingers, slipping through the puckered rim, before her knuckles breached
the gates, until finally her whole fist was engulfed in angelic ass. If Ren was
in there, he was too far out of reach for the wrist-deep Molly to find.
Although she still hadn’t found her husband, the woman’s efforts weren’t
entirely in vain; Petra moaned a choral hymn as Molly rammed her backside.
After a few more pumps for good measure, Molly ejected herself, giving Petra a
chance to catch her breath. Aside from the layer of lube, Molly’s arm was clean
enough to eat off of, the immortal having never once needed to defecate.
There was
only one spot left Molly could think of to check. As Petra sat up, having
reached her denouement, Molly grabbed the back of her head, scrunching the
angel’s pink locks in her fingers, and forced their lips together. Their
tongues twirled around each other in a tumultuous tango, swapping spit like
they needed it to survive. Molly’s tongue covered every inch of Petra’s mouth,
and yet there were still no signs of her tiny husband.
“Alright, I
give up,” Molly said, pulling out of Petra’s mouth, leaving a trail of spit
connecting their plush lips. “Where is he?”
“Come on,
babe. There’s still one place you haven’t checked.” Molly scanned Petra up and
down, her concentration wavering as she got lost in the captivating curves. But
as she stared at the angel’s tummy, an idea crossed her mind. Molly leaned up
against Petra, placing her ear just beneath the other woman’s left breast.
Beyond the rapid beat of Petra’s heart, she could faintly hear a splashing
sound amongst the gurgling.
“Ren, are
you in her stomach?”
“It’s about
time.” Renton floated naked in the pool within Petra’s belly, bouncing between
walls of undulating flesh. With no need to digest, Petra’s stomach was filled
not with gastric acid but lavender-scented essential oil and the undigested
bolus that remained of her and Ren’s breakfast. “I was afraid I’d have to spend
all morning in here.”
“Don’t even
pretend you’re not having fun in there,” Petra chided, poking at her stomach
from the outside. “I felt you swimming laps.”
“It is nice
having my own private pool, even if the scenery could use some brightening up.”
As Ren waded in “digestive” fluid, the bolus surrounding him evaporated into
floral scented mist.
“Okay, as
funny as that it is, how're you going to get him out?” Molly asked.
“Simple.”
Petra vanished in a flash of light, leaving the shrunken sprite suspended in
the air for a moment before plummeting onto the bed. And as quickly as she
disappeared, she popped back into reality, sitting so that Ren was now between
the colossal women. His eyes didn't have enough time to adjust to the morning
light with his body sent rocketing upward. Molly plucked him off the bed and
pushed her lover into her puckered lips, happy to have finally found him.
“We're
going to the beach today?” Petra, still nude, got off the bed and made for the
door. “I'll get a head start, give you two some alone time.” With a wink and
another flash, the angel was out of sight.
“Why'd she
walk to the door if she was just going to teleport?”
“Who
cares?,” Molly giggled, collapsing onto her side with her husband in her hand.
She gazed at him, relishing every second they spent together as she brushed her
fingers along his miniscule body. Her face loomed over him like a billboard,
every gorgeous detail popping out in ultra-high definition. Ren kissed her
palm, the puny peck sending tingles coursing through her nerves. She kissed him
in return, smushing him against her skin and smothering him in her pillowy
lips. Once she had gotten a good enough taste, Molly pulled back and sighed. “I
probably shouldn’t keep them waiting any longer.”
“You’re
going to change into your swimsuit now?” Ren asked with glowing eyes. “Where do
you plan on hiding me?”
“I was
thinking of letting you pick.” Molly stood up off the side of the bed, towering
over Renton like a living mesa, and traced the curvature of her body with her
hands. “Top or bottom?” The sprite’s head panned up and down, deliberating his
options. It was tough when there were no wrong answers.
“Bottom!”
he finally chose.
“I was
hoping you’d say that.”
…
Molly
walked out onto the soft sands in a sporty two-piece, the blood red crop
covering her cleavage while emphasizing her flat tummy. She trotted towards the
ocean on the private stretch of beach, feeling the warm sand filter through her
toes with every step and taking note of her friends already out at sea. Becca
was lounging in an inner tube, letting the waves carry her in her modest one
piece. After a lot of begging, Chaz, in colorful trunks that ran down just
above the knee, agreed to give Lindsay a piggyback ride. Her floral patterned,
tie-side bikini accentuated her perky tits and pert butt, playing no small role
in manipulating the meathead to do her bidding, even carrying her through
waters that reached up to his collarbone.
Petra stood
at the coastline, letting the waves splash her ankles as she waited for her
charge to arrive. Her green microkini left almost nothing to the imagination,
doing the Lord's work in restraining her considerable assets. Molly walked up
and stood beside her, letting out a slight yelp as the angel groped her rear.
Petra's fingers soared across the tomboy’s cheeks and delved into the valley in
search of a shrunken stowaway.
“If you're
looking for Ren, he's in the front,” Molly whispered, playfully slapping
Petra's wrist away. “You know how to swim, or is that candy wrapper of a
swimsuit just for show?”
“Please, I
was swimming before your species knew how to walk on two feet. But I’m always
up for a challenge. Race ya!” Petra sprinted into the wake and paddled to the
others, while her rival stayed on dry land, rolling her eyes.
“How about
you? Comfy down there?” Molly asked, pulling at her bikini bottom’s elastic.
Ren was plastered against her vulva’s lips, threatened to be forced through
them from the wedging fabric. He tilted his head back and smiled, throwing her
a thumbs up.
“Remember,
I don’t need to breathe, so don’t worry about keeping me submerged.” The view
of his wife from below was one he never grew tired of. Her body rising like a
solid wall with her face overtaking his sky, it was a beautiful reminder of how
much she mattered and of how much his world revolved around her. Molly released
the fabric, sinking him into darkness, and pressed him into her crotch with her
finger, never taking for granted how intimate they could forever be since Ren’s
resurrection.
Molly ran
into the drink until it came to her waist and then front crawled towards her
friends. Ren felt the onslaught of water crash into him as it snuck through the
slight gaps in Molly’s bikini. Fortunately, the tight fabric held him place,
along with the labia with which he was half inserted between. Had he slipped
out, he could always call Petra for help, though he feared the possibility of
becoming fish food before she arrived. Molly could also hear him as long as he
remained within ten feet, even fully underwater.
A few,
puffy clouds dotted the otherwise sunny sky. The waves were low and relatively
calm, spritzing the air with a salty mist. By the time Molly reached her
friends, Chaz and Lindsay were both wading in the water, splashing each other.
From how wet Lindsay’s long brown hair was, it was apparent that Chaz had
dropped her, though whether it was intentional or not was unclear. Becca was
still in her inner tube, helping Chaz drown her best friend in splashes. As
Molly rushed in to join them, she looked around and realized someone was
missing.
“Where’s
Petra?”
“Wasn’t she
with you?” Lindsay asked.
“We haven’t
seen her,” Becca added. The four looked around. There were other beach goers
out in the distance, some surfers, waveboarders, a sailboat, but no Petra to be
seen. Ren would have helped them look, but he was sunk halfway into his lover’s
vagina, pushed in by the current. As Molly treaded water, her kicking thighs
only managed to nudge him further inside.
“Ah!
Shark!” Lindsay screamed, clinging onto Chaz’s hunky shoulder upon feeling
something swim by her. The three shot back and stared into the water, searching
for the dreaded fish, but nothing could be seen beneath clear, azure drink.
“You sure?”
Chaz asked. “I don’t see- Ah!” Something brushed past his leg, and he wrapped
his arms around Lindsay in hopes embracing the smaller girl would protect him.
Becca perched onto her inflatable ring like a cat trying to avoid getting wet,
but as hard as she looked, she couldn’t see anything in the water. Molly dipped
beneath the surface, turning in all directions to lay eyes on the fish, but
there was nothing around, no sign of a shark or an angel.
Suddenly, a
riptide blew her way, and Molly could have sworn she heard a raving cackle
amongst the current. By this point, Ren was fully submerged, and his wife had
to concentrate as hard as she could to stay focused on the task at hand,
ignoring the puny punching and kicking going on in her sensitive, inner skin.
Following the flow, she turned around and saw a Cheshire grin floating beneath
the waves. Molly watched it ascend out of the water and followed it to the
surface.
“Ta-da!”
The pink-haired gremlin shouted, nearly scaring Becca off her tube.
“Petra!!!!”
they all shouted, eliciting more cackling from the angel. Now that they were
safe, Chaz let go of Lindsay, though she remained clung to him. Becca dipped
back into the water, hanging off her life preserver. Molly fought the urge to
shove her whole hand through her slit as Ren writhed inside her. And then, she
noticed what Petra was holding.
Waving in
the wind like a blood red flag, Molly’s bikini bottoms flapped and fluttered,
suspended around Petra’s finger. “Give those back!” Molly reached out to grab
them, but her arousal had opened her vagina enough for a stream of water to
leak in. The ocean current slammed Ren against the very back of the underwater
cavern he was trapped in, causing Molly to keel over from the unwanted
pleasure.
“What’s
wrong? Are you okay?” Becca asked, diving into the water to see to her friend.
“Yeah. I
think a fish swam up my vaj,” Molly grunted. “Not a bad catch, if I do say so
myself.” While they talked, Petra swam backwards to the coast, waving her stolen
treasure to taunt them.
“Well,
while you deal with that, I’ll go grab your panties.” Becca swam after Petra to
which the angel picked up speed to maintain a fair distance. With those two far
enough away and Chaz busy trying to get Lindsay to let go of him, Molly dove
beneath the surface and stuck her fingers down her crotch. The slight stream
running through her open vulva wasn’t very strong, but for a centimeter tall
sprite, it was like swimming upriver. The giant wife thrusted and clenched in
attempt to force her husband out, squeezing him through little by little until
he could finally grab hold of her finger tip. Once she felt him, she pulled him
out, reeling her arm back and fishing her catch out from its hole. She couldn’t
help but laugh at the little guppy wiggling between her fingers, sending air
bubbles rising to the surface. Before breaching for air, Molly tucked Ren into
her crop top, securing the sprite between her breasts as she ascended.
Back on the
surface, Lindsay and Chaz had swam closer to her, the latter trying his best
not to look below the waves at Molly’s bare bottom. Petra and Becca had made it
to shore, the two running around like rambunctious tots playing tag. Even a
ways out from shore, the three could see how much Petra bounced while running.
It was truly a miracle that her swimsuit maintained what little coverage it
provided.
“Take care
of your little burrower?” Lindsay asked.
“Mmhm, his
manners could use some work, but his technique wasn't half bad.”
“You've
sure been popular this week,” she laughed. “If you keep this up, people are
going to think you're easy.”
“No one
would blame me if they saw how handsome the bugger was.” Listening to Molly
speak, Chaz couldn't believe he was jealous of a fish.
Back on
shore, Becca and Petra were wrestling over the discarded swimsuit, covering
themselves in sand as they rolled about. “Think about how much we'd make if we
sold tickets to this,” Lindsay posited.
“Can you
two go put a stop to them, and get my clothes back?” With a nod and grin, the
pair swam to shore, leaving Molly out at sea to with the fish as her only
company. As soon as they had gotten far enough, Molly squeezed her breasts
together, grinding the sprite between her soft & wet mounds. She tugged on
the collar of her crop and peered through the hole at the battered, grinning
tiny below.
“You did
all that on purpose!”
“Did not!”
he protested with a smirk. “You realize how little control I have at this size?
Even a gentle stream is enough to send me spiraling.”
“Right.”
Molly pulled herself onto Becca's inner tube and lounged in it, continuing to
smack and knead Ren with her boobs. “I didn't hear any complaining though.”
“I said it
wasn't intentional, not that it wasn't enjoyable. There's a difference.” Renton
lost himself in the tumultuous waves of flesh. The salt water had soaked into
his wife's skin, giving it a savory flavor and aroma as the mounds overtook his
senses.
“I suppose
I'd say the same.” Back on the beach, Petra had handed over the bottoms to
Lindsay, but now she and Becca were bickering over who was going to bring them
back, the latter believing she did all the hard work in reacquiring them. Molly
saw her chance and pulled Ren out from his compartment. “Hon, when's the last
time you went down a waterslide?”
“I want to
say at least a decade ago.” With one finger, Molly pinned his body just above
her abdomen. Sitting in the inner tube, her torso formed a slope leading to her
partially submerged waist.
“Let's see
how you fare then.” She released her hold, sending Ren slipping down her soaked
midriff. The tiny flailed throughout his descent, failing to gain control as he
plummeted down his wife's body. Upon reaching the navel, Ren flew over the
divot and hit his head on the lower rim of her belly button, sending the sprite
flipping through the air. Molly burst out laughing as the flying Ren landed on
her matted bush peeking out from the water.
“What's so
funny?” Lindsay asked from beside the inner tube. Becca was wading next to her,
holding up Molly's missing swimwear. Petra and Chaz were swimming up behind
them.
“Nothing.
Just glad to be here with you all.” Molly grabbed her bottoms and dipped
underwater to put them back on, covering up the shrunken man entangled in her
blonde pubes.
…
After spending
all day at the beach, the group decided to wash up and head into town. Everyone
took turns showering, even Petra. While she’d normally use magic to freshen up,
the angel thought it’d be fun to try to do things as a human would. Scrubbing
herself with soap-filled hands was certainly more tedious, but there was a novel
satisfaction in accomplishing a task through her own effort, and standing
beneath the showerhead was quite soothing to boot. Molly decided she’d shower
last, having her own plans in mind.
“You guys go
on without me. I’ll catch up later,” Molly told the group. “I’d like some alone
time if that’s okay.”
“Of course
it is,” Becca declared. She wrapped her arms around Molly in a tight hug. “Text
us when you’re ready, and we’ll let you know where we are at.” Becca joined up
with the others who waved and left. Before stepping out the door, Petra turned
and ran up to her, knowing full well how the woman was going to spend her “alone”
time.
“Don’t get
yourself worn out,” the angel whispered into her ear. “I’ve got a special
surprise for tonight.” Petra pecked her on the cheek and skipped out of the
house to rejoin the others. An intriguing promise to be sure, but Molly pushed
it out of mind for now, having more important things to focus on. Once they
were all gone, Molly waltzed into the bathroom and removed her damp swimsuit.
“I can’t
believe you’re still hanging there,” Molly teased, looking down at her groin.
Ren had been trapped in his wife’s pubic snare for hours, squirming against his
matted bonds. If anything, his struggling only got him further entrenched, the
hairs tightening around his limbs like a toy finger-trap. Molly sat down on the
toilet lid and fiddled with her pubes, trying to help her lover out. “God, I’m
going to have to shave.”
“After you
get me out, right?” Ren didn’t like the evil glare she beamed his way.
“What’s got
you worried?” She licked her lips, the fearful expression on his puny face
fueling her arousal. “You’re invincible after all.”
“Yeah, but getting
dragged along a razor doesn’t sound very comfortable.”
“Fine,” she
sighed. With enough effort, she was finally able to set him free, bringing him
up to her lips for a kiss. He tasted rather salty, having spent most of the
afternoon underwater, but she didn’t mind as she lathered him in love. By this
point, all Ren could taste was salt, but he didn’t mind so long as Molly was
having fun.
After
prying him from her lips, Molly got up and stepped into the shower, placing Ren
at the far edge of the floor. As to be expected from the lavish beach house,
the walk-in shower was of the finest luxury, covered in hardwood tiling like a
sauna and encased in crystal-clear glass. Molly turned the faucet on, pelting
her body in a spray of water. The miniscule Ren was far enough that the water
pooling at Molly’s feet couldn’t reach him and suck him down the drain in the
center of the floor. Still, she felt the need to glance at him every few
seconds to be on the safe side, even if he could holler for Petra at a moment’s
notice.
The sprite
wasn’t worried, too mesmerized by his monolithic wife to have any concern for
himself. Water cascaded down her naked body like a waterfall colliding with the
cliffside. She stood over him like a goddess of the rain, brushing off grains
of sand the size of his head. After lathering herself in strawberry bodywash,
Molly bent over and pinched Ren between her fingers. Dropping him into her
palm, she squirted the body wash onto him, rubbing him down with her massive digits.
All he had to do was snap his fingers twice, and he’d be clean, but Molly wasn’t
going to pass up the opportunity to do it herself.
Once Renton
was clean and rinsed off, Molly pressed him into her nipple, grinding his torso
into her pink stub. She dragged him under her boob and across her abs, biting
her lips as she felt his erection prod against her drizzling skin. Upon
reaching the waist, she pulled him off her and tossed him into her mouth. She
rolled him around on her tongue, sucking on his entire body as she stood
beneath the showerhead. For Ren, the hot waters from outside were replaced with
warm, thick saliva, coating every part of him as his wife’s tongue writhed
against his puny frame. He could feel her tastebuds rub against his skin,
massaging his member as they passed by. But before he could get off, Molly spat
him out onto her palm.
She turned
off the faucet and stepped out of the shower, lowering Ren onto a washcloth on
the counter while she dried herself off with a real towel. Once they were dry,
a corner of the washcloth now covered in saliva, Molly picked her lover back up
and carried him to the master bedroom. Petra had cleaned the bed’s sheets while
waiting on the others to shower, using magic this time instead of bothering
with the manual method. Molly sat down on it with her knees bent on their sides,
her soles facing parallel to another, and plopped Ren in between the podiatric
walls.
“I’m going
to take a quick nap. Mind keeping my tired feet company?” Ren nodded and gave
the thumbs up, recognizing the fruitlessness in protesting. Molly scooped him
up between her big and index toe, holding him tight while she readjusted
herself. She laid face down with her legs stretched out, soles pointing to the
ceiling. After Molly relaxed her grip, Ren pulled himself out and clambered up to
the arch of her right foot. Every wrinkle, every contour was like a trench to
his tiny form, but he got down on all fours and kissed his lover’s sole. Her
skin oozed with the sweet scent of strawberries, almost luring him to slumber
as he kissed and rubbed. But he held strong, too enamored by Molly’s enormity
to fall asleep on the job. As kissing progressed into licking, Ren felt his
foundation stir, Molly’s toes wiggling happily before him. He slowly made his
way to the ball, the grooves of her hardened skin feeling ruggedly rich against
his tongue.
On the
nightstand beside her, Molly set an alarm for a half hour later, knowing
without it, she could spend an eternity in that bed.
…
The group
of four walked along the sidewalk, leaving behind the residential area to enter
the bustling vacation town. While Lindsay and Chaz chatted aimlessly up front,
Becca fell back to talk to Petra.
“Petra,
about Molly, you see…”
“It’s cool.
I know about Ren. How much he means to her.”
“O-oh.”
Becca was caught off guard but breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn’t been sure
what to make of the stranger, having to place her trust in Molly’s judgement.
“Don’t
worry, I’m not trying to replace him or anything. I’m just here to make sure
Molly has fun on her Spring Break.” Petra could feel the uncertainty radiating
from Becca. She wished she could tell the girl about Ren’s status amongst the
living, to ease the burden of caring for her best friend, but his existence had
to remain a secret, even to those it’d benefit to know.
“And you’re
okay with that?”
“Yep! I’m a
people pleaser. As long as everyone around me’s happy, then so am I.” Petra
snuck a few glances at the pair in front of them, devising all sorts of ways to
get those two to be “happy” together.
“I guess
you’re not the settle down and get married type, huh.”
“Would you
like me to be?” Petra asked, hitting her with a mischievous smile. But to the
angel’s chagrin, Becca remained unphased.
“Nah. ‘Be
whoever you are’ is my motto.” Becca looked up at the setting sun and grinned,
feeling the warmth exuding from those around her. “And thanks. For helping us
take care of Molly.”
“Don’t
mention it. Just think of me as her guardian angel.”
Ch 8. From His Perspective by TerryLarka
The group
of five spent the evening about town: bar hopping, eating exotic foods,
singing karaoke, and consuming more alcohol than what would generally be
considered reasonable. By the time they got back to the beach very early in the
morning, everyone was ready to turn in, save for a certain couple in the master
bedroom. Under Petra's guidance, Molly took it easy on the drinks, easier than
her friends at least, preserving her coherence for a special surprise the angel
had planned.
Molly
watched from the bedside, holding Ren in her hands, while Petra rolled out a
sleeping bag on the floor, all three still fully clothed. She had no clue as to
what kinky business she'd be in for, but the pink-haired cutie hadn't steered
them wrong yet.
“All set,”
Petra declared, patting the sleeping bag. “Molly, you lay in here. You can set
Ren on the floor.” Molly did as instructed, leaving Ren by himself beneath the
bed as she wrapped herself up in the cushioned sack and rested her head on a
pillow Petra provided. “Now, lay still and close your eyes.” The angel mumbled
some indecipherable incantation, holding her hand out as if waiting to accept
something. A white rune spiraled out from Molly's chest, hovering over her
while Petra chanted.
Suddenly,
Molly's body fell limp, lying unconscious. Though faint, her heart still
beated, and her lungs still drew breath, but it was obvious no amount of
shaking would wake her. Petra didn't react, continuing to hold her hand out. As
anxious as Ren was, he stood still and waited for his guardian to finish,
trusting that all was going well.
Finally,
Petra ceased chanting, smiling at the miniature woman now standing in her hand.
Molly patted herself down, the T-shirt and jeans she was wearing replaced with
a white, silk long-sleeve and matching pants. Her body felt way lighter, less
drowsy; she felt as if she could run an endless marathon or fight off a horde
of gorillas. Existing became effortless. Discomfort was nothing more than a
memory.
Then, she
noticed the statuesque face bearing down on her and realized the soft yet firm
ground beneath her was skin. “You shrank me?”
“Not
exactly, but it would look that way from your perspective.” Petra beckoned
Molly to walk to the edge of her palm and look down. Below, Molly's unconscious
body was still cocooned in the sleeping bag, size unchanged. “I separated your
soul and body, turning you into a sprite temporarily. Think of it like astral
projection, only your spirit’s been given a physical form. Like Ren!”
At the
mention of her husband, Molly darted to the other side of the expansive palm,
peering over the edge to find him. Sensing the tiny lady’s eagerness, Petra
lowered her hand to the floor, closer to the bed where Ren stood. Molly jumped
off it before it even reached the ground, running towards her partner at full
sprint. Ren held his arms outstretched to catch Molly as she leapt onto him,
wrapping her legs around his waist and squeezing his torso tightly against
hers. “Ren!” Molly couldn’t remember the last time he held her like this, but
she would never forget this feeling for all her life.
“You’re
looking great, dear. Have you lost weight?” Ren kissed her on her cheek.
“Shut up!”
Molly ravaged his mouth with hers. “You’re ruining the moment, dumbass.” A tear
streamed down her face as they made out. Eventually, she got off Ren and
stood on her own, the couple resting their foreheads against one another's as
they relished in the mirth.
“I figured
you'd both get a kick out of this,” Petra remarked, observing from far above.
Molly still had to adjust to being so much smaller than her.
“How long
can I stay like this?”
“I'd
recommend no more than eight hours.” Petra picked the couple up and held them
over Molly's unconscious body. “Your body sleeps while the soul's away. When
you return to it, you'll feel fully refreshed, but sleeping for too long comes
with its own problems. Don't want to atrophy or anything.”
Molly leapt
off Petra's hand onto her own face, walking along her cheek like she was hiking
on some hill. She immediately spotted how long her nose hairs had gotten as
well as the blackheads beginning to form on her nose. “So, this is what you see
everyday,” she mused as Ren jumped down to join her. “I've gotta be more
conscious about my hygiene.”
“Nah.
You're perfect as you are.” Ren wrapped his arm over her waist, still amazed he
could actually hold her.
“But look
at all the crust in my eye. And is that dandruff? I have dandruff!?”
“Only a
couple flakes,” Ren said, trying to defuse the situation. “I never even noticed
until I could get this close. No one normal can see it.”
“Petra, did
you know I had dandruff?”
“I'm not a
fair judge, partially omniscient and all. It’s honestly not that noticeable.”
Petra's attempt at defusal wasn't any more effective in calming Molly’s
concern, but she digressed to worry about it another time.
“Still, it
is cool being able to see things from your perspective. I'm starting to get how
you have so much fun climbing on me.” She hopped on her cheek, marking how
supple her skin was. “More importantly…” Molly slipped her hand down Ren's
pants, grasping onto his package with reckless abandon. “...it's been too long
since I could get my hands full of you.” She groped his sack hard, knowing his
invulnerability meant she didn't have to be gentle no matter her size. Ren
trembled in his wife's grip, her hand gliding seamlessly from his balls to his
shaft, showing no mercy at any point. “Petra, honey, could you be a doll and
carry us to bed?”
“Actually,
I had another idea in mind. Have you two ever done it on a waterbed before?”
Molly
cocked an eyebrow. “Can't say we have.”
“Wonderful!
It won't be quite the same, but I think it'll blow you away nonetheless.” Petra
bent over and slurped the couple into her mouth, laughing as the tiny two
tumbled onto her tongue. “Ha’ ‘un in ‘ere!”
Upon
getting her bearings, Molly crawled over to where Ren was lying, close to the
tip, and mounted him. Drool pooled in the depression under his body, soaking
his backside and Molly’s knees. The faint light pouring in through Petra’s open
mouth illuminated Molly as she pulled her top off, tossing the article into the
gaping chasm behind her. She tucked her arms under Ren’s shirt, feeling up his
abs and pecks as he scrambled to disrobe. Once Ren’s shirt was off and lost
somewhere beneath the behemoth tongue, Molly closed in on him, kissing him
passionately while their chests ground against each other.
Try as she
might, Petra couldn’t hold still, her tongue undulating to the rhythm of the
couple’s lovemaking. Her open mouth salivated, quickly filling up the chamber
and drenching the couple in viscous spit. Molly and Ren were too preoccupied to
notice the light vanish around them. Petra closed her mouth and pressed her
tongue against the roof, mashing the lovers together against her hard palate as
she swallowed. The force of her gulp tugged at the sprites’ bodies as if they
were caught in a vacuum. The grooves of Petra’s hard palate grinded against
Molly’s back as the angel’s tastebuds dragged across Ren’s.
Petra
lowered her tongue again, allowing the two in her mouth to get back to it.
While they were tearing each other’s pants off, the angel got up off the floor
and sat down on the king-size bed, leaning against the headrest. She kept her
mouth closed, causing her tuberose scented breath to fill up the lovers’
quarters; amidst the heat of passion, the aphrodisiac only further heightened
the couple’s fervor. Completely bare, Molly held herself over Ren’s cock, the
tip of his erection breaching her labia and dipping into her glistening vulva.
She gyrated her hips, waxing his thick member with her womanhood.
Petra, lost
in the taste of the others’ arousal, flicked her tongue, sending the couple
rolling over towards the back of her mouth. Ren was now on top as he stared
into the bottomless pit before him. One hand held down Molly’s arm; the other
squeezed her breast. A sense of authority that had long been lost to him
overwhelmed Ren’s senses as he exerted himself onto his wife. Molly submitted,
finding her husband’s newfound confidence, as well as his spritely strength,
sexy.
With all
the tickling at the back of her throat, Petra couldn’t take it anymore. She
swallowed. Though this time, she couldn’t grab hold of the couple, both of them
succumbing to the gale force of her throat. Wrapped up in one another, the pair
fell into her esophagus, the tight, wet walls bringing them ever closer as they
continued to fuck upside down. They slowly slid down the slick tube, mucus
coating their entangled bodies. Petra's deafening heartbeat rang in their ears
as they descended.
From the
esophagus, the couple plopped into the cavernous stomach. Its “waters,”
tuberose essential oil, were shallow, giving the entwined lovers plenty of
space among the stomach's sinewy lining. It was almost like having sex on a
waterbed, if the waterbed was soaking wet and pulsating. The two tumbled about,
fighting for a spot on top as they made love in the angel's gut. The gurgling
rising up through the cavern was almost as loud as the couple's moaning.
Petra
rubbed her belly in satisfaction. She could feel every thrust inside her divine
form. Though she'd have loved to sit back and absorb the moment, Petra had work
to do, and now was the time to do it with her charges preoccupied. Petra got up
off the bed and left the master bedroom. Heading towards Chaz's room, the angel
walked an inch off the ground so that her footsteps made no noise. The couple
inside her felt the tremors caused by her moving body, but they were too
enamored by one another to pay it any mind.
Chaz was
sprawled out on his bed, deep asleep and unaware of the angel standing over
him. Petra bent down and kissed him on the forehead, eliciting a delirious
mumble and nothing more. “Sweet dreams,” Petra whispered, sauntering out from
his room to reach Lindsay's. The door to her bedroom was shut, and though Petra
would have preferred to teleport to the other side, doing so would drop the
lovebirds in her stomach onto the hardwood floor below. She twisted the
doorknob and gently pushed it open, sending the loudest creak echoing through
the room.
Petra
froze, eyes wide. To her relief, Lindsay was still snoring. She pushed the door
further, composing a creaking cacophony, but thanks to an irresponsible amount
of daiquiris, the collegiate woman was out cold. Petra held the door open
enough to slip through, accidentally pushing it further with her obnoxiously
large boobs, and by some miracle, got inside without waking anyone. She kissed
Lindsay’s forehead and sprinted out the door, refusing to shut it on her way
out.
The
pink-haired angel flopped onto the king-sized bed and vanished in a flash of
light. Molly and Ren fell onto the vast mattress, their eyes readjusting to the
room’s ambient light. Having climaxed back in Lindsay’s room, the two were
enjoying the afterglow as their immortal bodies recovered. They steadied
themselves on the bedsheet, Petra’s bodily fluids having vanished with the
angel.
In another
flash of light, Petra reappeared in all her naked glory. She kneeled before the
couple, her thighs rising up on either side like impregnable walls. Her soft
tummy led up to her buxom chest hanging over the tiny pair. A Cheshire grin
peeked through the gap between the mountainous tits. “Hope you had your fun
because now it’s my turn.” She pinched the two between her fingers, Ren in her
left hand and Molly in her right. With zero hesitation, she brought the puny
man to her lips, plastering him against them as she drowned him in spit. Her
tongue bore into his miniscule frame and licked him fervently. Molly could do
nothing within Petra’s grip but watch the gargantuan angel toy with her man.
“What’s the matter? Jealous much?”
Petra
tossed Ren aside, dropping him on the bed behind her, and raised Molly to her
waiting mouth. The angel’s tongue forced its way between the puny woman’s legs,
lathering her crotch in warm saliva. Molly couldn’t fathom the power Petra
exerted on her. The licking was one thing, but even the simple act of breathing
on her sent Molly spiraling. Is this what it’s like for Ren?
On
the flipside, Ren pulled himself up off the bedsheet, though he wasn’t standing
for long. He noticed the encroaching shadow too late as Petra’s monstrous rear
lowered itself on top of him. She grinded him into the mattress, the immense
weight of her cheek flattening Ren like a pancake beneath a heavy iron griddle.
Petra kept him down there until his wife came, which did not take long under
the angel’s influence, and then lifted her ass off the bed, the sprite glued to
her heavenly skin. After peeling Ren off her, Petra dangled him by the ankle
next to Molly who was catching her breath between Petra’s forefinger and thumb.
Petra
collapsed onto the bed and placed Ren and Molly on her nipples, her breasts stretching
out beneath them like rolling hills. “Worship them,” she commanded. Ren got
down on his hands and knees and kissed the angel's areola, working up to the
nub; Molly shortly followed his lead. With her willing slaves hard at work,
Petra rested her hands behind her head and savored their undivided attention.
In his short time as a sprite, Ren had mastered the art of devotion, treating a
single body part as well as if it were its own person. He kissed, licked,
sucked, and bit with the dedication of a loyal follower.
“Not to be
a backseat lover, but you could take some pointers from your hubby, superstar.”
“Give me a
break, I'm trying. He has way more experience with this than I do.” Molly
showed just as much enthusiasm, but her technique could use practice. She
struggled to manipulate the nipple at her size, attempting to wrap her
microscopic mouth around it and failing to do much more than nibble on the pink
nub. Across the valley, Ren couldn't believe he was better than Molly at
something. It felt wrong, but a peculiar sense of pride welled within him.
“Hmmm,
maybe you'll perform better on my foot,” Petra mused. “Ren, be a dear and help
your wife out.” Ren hopped off Petra's boob into her cleavage, and Molly slid
down the buoyant slope to join him, the latter stretching her calves and
priming for a run upon landing.
“Let's
race,” Molly suggested. “Whoever gets to her ankle first gets a special prize.”
“And what
would that be?” Ren asked, trying to mimic Molly's exercises.
“We'll let
Petra decide.” The tiny woman nodded to the bigger one and got into position,
waiting for her soulmate to mirror her. “Ready, set, go!”
Immediately,
Molly left her partner in the dust, sprinting towards the angel’s abdomen while
Renton lagged behind. His infinite stamina and immortal physique certainly made
him more competitive than he ever could be alive, but none of that could
compare to the actual athlete he was up against. By the time Ren reached Petra’s
navel, Molly was already at her waist, leading by a full four inches and not
slowing down. Molly felt weightless running across Petra’s gigantic body. The
soft, pliable skin didn’t make for the best terrain, but Molly’s muscles didn’t
tire, her breath didn’t waiver; it was like she was hopped up on a lifetime’s
supply of adrenaline. She darted from the waist to the thigh, over the knee to
the shin, and reached the ankle in no time, leaning up against Petra’s upturned
foot while she waited for her lagging husband. Petra simply giggled, adoring
the gentle sensation of pitter-pattering on her skin as the couple traveled
down her body.
After a few
seconds, Renton finally got to Petra’s ankle, hands on his knees as he caught
his breath. “What’s your deal?” Molly asked. “You don’t need to breathe,
remember?”
“Psychological…
response…” Ren muttered. “Seeing you blaze ahead reminded me of when we were
younger.”
“You did
always suck at tag.” Molly leaned in to kiss him, taking his breath away once
more. “Come on now, climb this foot and show me how it’s done.” Petra tilted
her foot forward at an angle so the pair could walk up it. Ren took Molly by
the hand and led her up the slope. Once they reached the toes, Petra rose her
foot back up so they could slot in on either side of the middle digit.
“First, you
want to wrap your arms around the toe like you’re hugging a tree,” Ren
instructed. Even fully stretched out, their arms didn’t come close to touching
each other’s, separated by a thick wall of toe. “Then, you want to knead the
skin with your palms as best you can while kissing the part in front of you. I
usually intersperse kissing with licking and massaging with rubbing in wide, circular
motions. That’s what you like, at least. I get the feeling Petra’s tastes won’t
be too different.”
“Damn, you
really are a master at this.” Molly did as Ren explained, following his movements
with a satisfying, if not entirely intentional, delay. Judging by the humming
coming from the other end of the bed, it appeared to be working. Molly got
really into it, putting her all into worshipping the angel. Petra’s skin
smelled of vanilla though its taste carried with it the subtle saltiness of
sweat. I wonder, if I were to stay at this size, would I develop a foot
fetish too?
“Much
better, superstar,” Petra praised after a few minutes of unwinding. “Now, you’ve
earned that special prize you mention earlier.” The angel plucked Molly from
her foot and chanted her spell, dispersing Molly’s spritely form into a billow
of white petals. The petals lingered for a moment in the air before rushing off
into the sleeping Molly’s mouth. A few seconds passed, and Molly woke up.
While her
lover readjusted to her mortal body, Petra held Renton in her hand, grabbing a
bottle of lube off the nightstand and dowsing him in it as she squirted it into
her palm. She rubbed her hands together, catching Ren in the flurry in between,
and lathered up. “You can take your clothes off. I’m sure you see where I’m
going with this.” Molly didn’t ask questions. She simply smiled and removed her
shirt and jeans, sliding out of her underwear as she joined Petra on the bed.
Molly lied forward and presented her rear to the angel.
By the time
Ren realized what was happening, it was too late. Petra held Ren against Molly’s
brown eye with her first and middle fingers and then shoved his whole body through
the puckered gates with a simple poke. The sprite plunged through the anus and
deep into the rectum, the angel’s fingers trailing close behind as they rammed
him into the sweltering pit. The air was stuffy, and the anal walls were soft
and slick. Ren, covered in lube, couldn’t keep himself straight, sliding ceaselessly
between Petra’s fingers and Molly’s inner flesh. And that was before the
rumbling.
Petra’s
fingers started vibrating at an intensity far higher than any sex toy Molly
ever owned. Ren was battered to-and-fro, his ears filled with Petra’s buzzing
fingers and his wife’s thundering moans. His vision blurred, and his bones
rattled, and he lost all control over his body, but he was glad his wife was
enjoying it. Petra twirled her fingers inside Molly’s ass, spinning the sprite
around like food in a blender. This shot Molly straight into seventh heaven,
but when Petra brought her other vibrating hand to Molly’s clit, that sent her soaring
past cloud nine. As Molly came into her hand, Petra eased off the on the
shaking, pulling Ren out with her fingers.
“Oh God,
that was awesome,” Molly huffed, falling flat onto the bed. “Is Ren alright?”
“He seems
out of it,” Petra observed, dangling the dazed sprite before her face. “I may
have overdone it. Looks like he’s gonna need some time to recover.” Petra laid
down beside Molly, lowering Ren between their ample bosoms as they each laid on
their sides. Renton had lost all sense of himself; the only thing he could
perceive was the warmth of the women surrounding him.
“Hey, could
you turn me into a sprite again?”
“Sure thing.”
Petra said the magic words and Molly’s shrunken figure appeared on her own bare
shoulder. She hopped down onto her chest, quite impressed by how massive her
assets were, and delved between the pairs of boobs to find her husband. It was
surreal hearing her pulse harmonize with the angel’s in the endless sea of fat,
but after a little swimming, she found Ren’s half-conscious body and nuzzled up
beside him. Petra remained still, keeping her breasts pressed against the sleeping
Molly’s so that the two sprites could cuddle together in peace, swathed in love.
Ch 9. Living the Dream by TerryLarka
“If I don’t
see the report on my desk in five minutes, you're fucking fired!” Lindsay
shouted, shooing away a mousy office worker. She was adorned in a white
button-up and grey slacks, her pumps knocking against the front of her desk as
she casually sat on it. A line of employees led out from her office as if
waiting to be granted an audience with their queen. Chaz was next in line.
“Hey
Lindsay, I finished filing all the Kreuger documents, ordered all of the office
supplies we're low on, changed out the water cooler tank, and beat up that guy
who bullied you for wearing a dental brace in 3rd grade.” He didn't fully
understand what he was saying, the dreamscape providing the script from which
he subconsciously read off.
“Thank you
so much! You're really the only one I can rely on around here.” Lindsay was in
the same position, though the dreamscape seemed to bend itself to her latent
will. “The rest of you are dismissed. Bother me some other day.” The vague
employees, lacking much detail beyond general shapes like their hair and
outfits, filed out of the office, leaving the two dreamers by themselves.
Lindsay hopped off her desk and sauntered up to Chaz. “I'm thinking it's about
time you've earned a promotion.”
Lindsay
caressed the side of Chaz's head and brought him in for a kiss. He lost control
of his motor functions, kissing Lindsay back without putting up any resistance.
Though he never knew he had feelings for her, it felt perplexingly natural to
give into her embrace.
“Something's
not right,” Lindsay mentioned, pulling away from her crush. “Did someone touch
the thermostat? It's so hot in here.” Beads of sweat dotted her forehead. Her
cheeks grew flush. Lindsay stepped back and undid the first few buttons of her
shirt, fanning herself off as more sweat dripped from her chest.
“I don't
feel anything,” Chaz said, wondering if Lindsay always stood as tall as him.
She leaned back on her desk, surprised to find it now only reached up to her
thighs. Her slacks felt tight around the waist and her sleeves were stretched
back to her elbows. It wasn't long before her outfit's fabric tore along the
seams. Her thighs bursted free from her pants. Her remaining buttons popped off
her shirt, pelting Chaz as he watched on in awe. Everything shrunk around her as
her head lifted towards the ceiling.
“Ow!”
Lindsay fell onto her knees, her underwear tearing off as she filled up the
room. The desk got pushed into the wall by her expanding feet, and Chaz backed
up into the closed office door as the ground shook beneath him. The floor
collapsed under Lindsay's weight, her body still growing and her head hitting
the ceiling once more. She pushed at it with her hands as if she could stop her
growth through physical force, but she wound up crashing through the ceiling,
eventually bursting out from the office building's wall into the busy street
outside.
The growth haltered around fifty feet, giving Lindsay a
brief moment to take in her surroundings before the growing resumed again. Her
office, half of which lay in rubble on the ground floor, looked like the open
half of a dollhouse to her. The door to it hung open, Chaz nowhere to be found.
Further inside, her employees all stared in shock at their monstrous boss
looming over the building.
“Why aren't
you dunces working!?” Lindsay stood up and kicked the building, punting much of
the upper second and top floors into the next block over. The dreamscape
corroded her inhibitions. The value of life, albeit figmental, seeped away to
make room for her growing, carnal desires. Lindsay brought her foot down hard
on the first floor, obliterating her place of business and its employees in
several, visceral stomps. “You're all so useless!”
Power.
Authority. Influence. Dopamine rushed through Lindsay's brain as she unleashed
her destructive desires onto the world. Chaz had made it out before the foot
came down. He ran down the sidewalk, twisting his head back to get as much of a
view as his body would allow. Though he wanted to stick around and watch the
giantess’ display of power, the dreamscape took control of his actions and
compelled him to flee alongside the crowd of panicking civilians.
Once the
office building was no more than a pile of rubble, Lindsay paused her rampage
and looked over the city. She had grown to reach seventy-five feet and showed
no signs of stopping, giving her a bird's eye view of the surrounding blocks.
She took delight in the pedestrians’ terror and wanted nothing more than to
demonstrate how insignificant they now were to her. Every step Lindsay took
shook the ground, causing many in the crowd to tumble over as the giantess
caught up, her stride vastly outpacing theirs.
Chaz
watched a gigantic hand drop down beside him, the thumb stretching as tall as
his whole body. Like a moviegoer gorging on handfuls of popcorn, Lindsay dove
her fingers into the crowd, scooping up a squirming mass of limbs that stuck
out of the gaps between her lumbering digits. The jock turned his head far
enough to see Lindsay toss the group of people into her gullet, moaning as each
one slid down her throat. The sight of the bulge going down her neck and the
thought of the victims falling into her gastrointestinal pool made it difficult
for Chaz to keep running, his other head standing at full attention between his
legs.
Lindsay
wouldn’t stop growing, reaching a hundred-twenty feet in no time. If her
physical size wasn’t enough, her arousal only intensified with every foot
added. She craved satisfaction. She needed a release. She pined for something
to buckle under her raw power. The dream responded.
A tower
sprung up beside her. It resembled a typical, ten story office building, but it
was warped, twisted into a phallic edifice. Lindsay wrapped herself around its
curved, steel frame, the tip reaching up to her clavicle, and grinded against
it. Her wet pussy smeared ejaculate across the rounded metal corner. The tower
trembled with every undulation; the whole street tremored against Lindsay’s
deafening moans. In his reluctant panic, Chaz stumbled, the dream giving him a
chance to witness Lindsay embody his fantasies. The phallic tower bent between
her thighs. Its glass windows shattered against her overwhelming breasts. The
whole building caved in on itself as Lindsay flattened the thing like a pop can.
The giantess tore it in half with her body, dropping the crumpled debris onto
the building beside it.
Lindsay
took a step back and collected herself. She breathed with heavy gasps, but she
was not yet satisfied. The giantess rose ever skyward, surpassing a hundred
fifty feet and edging towards one seventy-five. An insatiable hunger, a black
flame, lingered in her eye as it peered down the street. She saw the pathetic
man quivering on the ground, his body submitting itself to fear and ecstasy.
Her lips curled upward. The predator spotted her perfect prey.
Chaz didn’t
want to move, but the dream sent him flying down the street. The crowd from
before vanished, their usefulness expired. Chaz was alone, save for the booming
footsteps headed his way. He ran faster than he knew he could, but the span of
his stride could never compete with the two-hundred-foot-tall woman. Lindsay’s
sole came crashing down on him.
“Nuh uh.
You’re not running from me anymore. Never again!” She grinded her ball into the
asphalt, pinning Chaz to the Earth under her immense weight. She kneaded him
like pizza dough with her ball and toes, gorging on the euphoria running up her
leg. Any normal person would have woken up in a cold sweat from being crushed
by the one-ton woman, but Chaz was alive and thriving. He felt right at home
beneath her, swept up in the comfort of insignificance. He could have stayed
there all night, but Lindsay picked up her foot and turned her sole upwards,
Chaz’s puny frame plastered to her skin.
“You don’t
know how long I’ve waited for this.” Lindsay peeled the bug off her foot and
sat down on the flat-roofed buildings behind her. They buckled under her, and
in seconds they lay flattened beneath the fat of her ass. With how big Lindsay
had become, Chaz was no larger than her fingernail, his meager body flailing as
the giantess dangled him before her expansive face. She giggled and puckered
her lips, leaning in for a kiss that engulfed his entire frame. And all
too soon, Lindsay ripped Chaz away from her vermillion pillows and lowered him
to her crotch. Her legs spread apart, her scintillating pussy welcoming him
into its wet embrace.
Chaz lost
all sense of agency stuck to the giantess’ fingertip. Dank walls surrounded him
on either side as Lindsay pushed her finger past the gates of her labia. All
light vanished from view, and the stench of her arousal devoured the air. Lindsay
pressed her miniscule man against her G-spot and rubbed him into her soft
flesh. Chaz couldn’t breathe, what little room his mouth and nostrils were
given was filled up by the giantess’ ejaculate. His ears were assaulted by her
orgasm, the pounding heartbeat and the rapturous moaning. The dream heightened Lindsay’s
senses; she could feel every spasm, every gasp for air, every minute movement
Chaz could muster in her inescapable grip. It all sent her barreling over the
edge.
As Lindsay
came, a tidal wave of jizz secreted over the tiny man, filling his nose and
mouth with the hot, sticky load. Chaz couldn’t breathe. His mind grew numb as
his other head succumbed to the pleasure of it all. He drowned in Lindsay’s
passion, cast adrift inside her. What little vision he had left went blurry,
all the noise softened to a murmur, and he was gone.
…
Chaz woke
up with his boxers soaked, the wet dream having taken its toll on the
loose-fitting fabric. Never had a dream remained so clear in his head the
morning after, but he couldn’t escape the images of a giant Lindsay ravaging
him and the generic city. Guilt panged him, uncomfortable with the lewd
thoughts he had of a friend, but he shelved those thoughts to focus on cleaning
himself off. He got up off his bed, grabbed a spare pair of underwear, and walked
out into the hallway, headed towards the bathroom.
On the way,
Chaz bumped into Lindsay who was headed in the same direction for the same
reason. The two glanced at each other, smelling one another’s musk, and
blushed.
“Uh, hey.”
“Um, hi.”
“You need
to…?” Chaz pointed towards the bathroom’s open door.
“Yeah…”
“Ok, you go
ahead. I’ll use the one downstairs.” The pair were screaming in their heads,
wanting nothing more than to move on from this. Images of a tiny Chaz flashed
in Lindsay’s mind as memories of him beneath her foot absorbed her frontal
lobe. Chaz fared no better.
“Thanks.
I’ll be quick.” Lindsay turned and took a step forward only to stop in her
tracks. She lifted her sole upwards, holding her foot as she inspected its
bottom. A gummy, molded in the shape of a man, was plastered against the ball
of her foot. “Huh? Where’d this come from?” Chaz’s heart nearly leapt out from
his throat as he watched Lindsay peel the gummy man off her skin. She dangled
it before her face by the arm and chuckled at its helpless form. “Heh, this
kinda reminds me of the dream I had last night,” she muttered. Why the fuck
did I say that out loud!?
“That’s
funny. It reminds me of my dream too.” Dude, don’t tell her that! The
two stared at each other wide eyed.
“Really?
What was your dream about?”
“Well, you
were in it…”
“I was?”
Fuck! “Oh,
uh, yeah. We were, like, in an office, and you were my boss, I guess.” Panicked
recognition scrawled across Lindsay’s face. “And then, you grew really big, and
you stepped on some buildings, and… Yeah, that was about it.”
“Right.”
Sweat poured down Lindsay’s forehead. Was this some kind of prank? How could he
have had the same dream as her? A million thoughts rushed through her brain,
not least of all was the fear he knew all about her fetish and the fantasies
she had of dominating him. She tossed the gummy back onto the floor and rushed
for the bathroom. “I’ll catch you downstairs.”
…
After
cleaning himself up, Chaz got out of the other bathroom and made for the
kitchen, running into Lindsay again as she hopped down the stairs. They
nodded and continued along their way, acknowledging that the other existed and
nothing more.
In the
kitchen, Petra sat by herself at the center isle, chomping on gummies from out
of a bag. Lindsay sat down beside her, unaware of the gummy man already
occupying the stool. Chaz watched her nightgown-clad butt mercilessly flatten
the gelatinous victim. “G'morning. Want some?” Petra offered. Lindsay held out
her hand and accepted a small pile of gummies, slamming then into her mouth
where they would meet their grizzly end chewed up between her teeth. Save for
one lucky fellow, who fell out of her hand and into her exposed cleavage,
dodging the carnivorous woman’s notice by some miracle. Petra was more
deliberate with her prey, tearing their limbs off one by one and exaggerating
her chewing.
“I'm just
going to watch some TV,” Chaz decided, turning his head from the angel's
display. He sat on the couch, grabbed the remote and flipped the television on.
This’ll clear my head, he thought. The cable channel the TV booted on
was playing the 1958 cult classic Attack of the 50 Foot Woman. He
switched to the next channel which was wrapping up the climax of Honey, I
Blew Up the Kid. The next channel was airing the “Dark Heart” episode of Justice
League Unlimited. Following that was the seventh episode of Totally
Spies’ fourth season. The next channel was showing the wedding scene from Monsters
vs. Aliens, and the channel after that was airing the 1993 remake of Attack
of the 50 Foot Woman. “Actually, I'm going to go sit outside.”
Chaz
stepped out onto the front porch and sat in one of the patio chairs. Things
were mostly quiet in the affluent neighborhood.
“Ew! Is
that a bug?” A woman in flip flops out on a stroll stopped in front of the
beach house and peered down at the sidewalk. “Gross! I hate stupid, pathetic
insects.” With extreme prejudice, the woman slammed her sandal into the
pavement and grinded her rubber sole, smearing the bug's remains into the
ground. “That's what you get, you worthless pest.” Chaz buried his face into
his hands and groaned.
“Is
everything alright?” Lindsay joined Chaz on the porch sitting in the chair
beside his. The gummy still rode between the unaware woman’s breasts, much to
Chaz’s chagrin.
“You ever get the feeling the
universe is trying to tell you something?”
“Is this about that dream you had?”
There was a tinge of hope lingering in her tone. Chaz nodded, keeping his sight
trained forward. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“No. It’ll just weird you out.”
“Try me,” she sighed. “If it was
anything like the dream I had, then I have no right to judge.”
Chaz scratched the back of his head.
"Well, I know I mentioned what it was about upstairs, and that was weird
enough. But I didn't mention how it ended, or..."
"Or what?" Lindsay asked,
leaning forward in her chair.
"Or how it, um, made me
feel." Chaz brought his knees closer together, as if to hide his shame.
Lindsay scooted her chair closer, suspecting she knew how it made him feel. She
knew exactly how it had made her feel.
"So, tell me," she said,
her eagerness bleeding into her voice. Chaz looked up from his lap, but his
eyes darted away from Lindsay's face, settling on her knees. They were
relatively safe.
"In the dream, when you got all
big and stuff, you didn't just stomp on some buildings. You also did some, uh,
some things, to the people all around you." Lindsey perked up.
"What kind of things," she
asked, her mind replaying her own dream in anticipation. When Chaz hesitated,
she placed a finger under his chin, and lifted his gaze to meet hers. When his
eyes dropped slightly to focus on her mouth, she knew exactly what he was
thinking, and reflexively licked her lips. Chaz shivered at the sight. Against
his better judgment, Chaz went into detail describing the dream, recalling
every little moment that occurred between him and the giant Lindsay.
“…I’ve been into giant women for as
long as I can remember. Something about the power dynamic, the idea of losing
all sense of control to a larger woman’s whims. I don’t know. It’s comforting,
you know?”
“That’s wild,” Lindsay remarked,
“but I get what you mean. Sort of.” She rested her feet on the chair and
wrapped her arms around her legs, resting her chin between her knees. “As a
kid, I kept having these dreams where I'd get super big and destroy some evil
overlord's castle to rescue the prince. I liked being the one in control. Even
now, it's invigorating to think about all the things I could do.” Chaz's heart
raced as he too thought of all the things a gigantic Lindsay could do. As if a
fog had lifted, Lindsay finally noticed the gummy wedged between her breasts
and pulled it out, dangling it before her face.
“Imagine this was a person. I could
stomp him out with my foot, or crush him between my fingers, or even swallow
him whole.” She noticed the semi forming in Chaz's pajama pants and smirked in
approval. “God, I'd love to feel a little guy squirming inside me, all trapped
and helpless.” She brought the gummy to her lips and slowly kissed it, savoring
the attention Chaz's horny urges provided. For him, it was as if his
consciousness shifted into the gummy's, feeling the woman's plush lips
encompass him and her warm spit spritz him. Pleased with her crush's reaction, Lindsay
poked the gummy man past her lips and onto her tongue, sticking it out and
wagging it to show her prey off to Chaz. He could feel her saliva pool around
him and the warmth radiating from her taste buds. Then, she closed her mouth
shut and swallowed the gummy whole, dragging her fingers along the outside of
her throat and down her sternum as she traced her meal's descent. Oddly enough,
it did feel to her as if the gummy was squirming against her, like it was
fighting desperately for its candy life.
“Did that do it for you?” Lindsay
reached over and rubbed Chaz's thigh, delicately groping his sturdy muscles. “I
wonder if Petra has any more of those. Maybe we could retire somewhere private
and have some more fun.”
Before Chaz even had the chance to
respond, Petra burst onto the porch, her hands full with bags of gummy men.
“I've got plenty!” she shouted.
The two college students blushed and
jumped back in their seats. “H-how long have you been listening in on us?”
Lindsay demanded.
“Long enough.” Petra dropped the
bags of candy onto Lindsay's lap. “Oh, and I cleaned up the master bedroom, so
feel free to use it.” The angel waved and disappeared into the house, leaving
the two alone again, seemingly.
Lindsay sighed, recovering from the
angel's intrusion. “So, what do you say? Want to have a go with the real me?”
Chaz looked straight into Lindsay’s
longing eyes. He never realized how attractive she was, but learning they had
something so intimate in common awakened his perception of her. He noticed her
luscious brown hair, her long eyelashes, her brilliant green eyes, and her
plush lips. Glancing down, he envisioned her without the nightgown, ogling her
perky tits, her modest waist, and her admittedly gorgeous feet. “Sure,” he
decided. “If it's cool with you.”
Lindsay stood up and grabbed his
hand, ready to lead his poor soul astray. “Chaz, baby, you don't understand how
much I've wanted this.”
…
Chaz
followed Lindsay into the master bedroom, stopping to watch the brunette
saunter over to the king size bed, bags of gummies in hand. She pulled off her
nightgown, freeing her bare chest and panty-clad waist, and sat down, crossing
one leg over the other.
“You know,
Chaz, I’ve been into you for as long as I’ve known you,” Lindsay aimed her
finger-gun at the hunk’s heart, “but you’ve always been too tall for my
liking.” The finger gun flew back from recoil; a “pow” echoed from its muzzle,
the noise courteously provided by Lindsay’s mouth. In a rare moment of tact,
Chaz picked up what the brunette was putting down and got down on his knees.
“Much better,” Lindsay chuckled. She ripped open one of the bags lying on the
mattress and pulled out a gummy. “The rules are simple: obedient tinies are
rewarded while disobedient ones are duly punished.” She kissed the gummy man
held between her fingers, and once again Chaz felt the massive lips embrace him
as his consciousness briefly shifted to the candy. “But I like my men much
smaller than that.”
Lindsay
fired her gun a second time, and Chaz fell flat to the floor, facing forward so
he could still look up to the goddess before him. His perspective reminded him
of the many POV videos he had seen, and though it wasn’t the most comfortable
position, it did well enough to sell the illusion. Yet Lindsay wasn’t
satisfied. In a huff, she threw her fruit-flavored tiny to the ground and
slammed her foot down on it, flattening its pathetic body in an instant. Chaz
felt the impact in his soul, the crushing weight that led to instant oblivion.
The sensation of snuffing out the gummy man coursed through Lindsay’s leg, its
untimely death invigorating her ego.
“Did I do
something wrong,” Chaz asked, craning his neck to meet the towering woman’s
glare, “or was that a reward?” Lindsay examined her finger gun and shrugged.
“You were
supposed to shrink out of your clothes, but thinking on it, I guess a shrink
ray would shrink those too. My bad.” She lifted her sole, revealing the
unrecognizable mass that once resembled a person. “Oh well, no reason to mourn
a single tiny. There’s so many more where he came from. Let’s return you to
your previous size and try again.”
With
another shot from the finger ray, Chaz got back on his knees. This time,
Lindsay leaned forward and poked the man’s chest, holding her finger between
his pecks. “Let’s get this shirt off ya. Pow!” Chaz grabbed his collar and
began to pull it off, but a thought occurred to him. If the shirt was supposed
to shrink off him, then…
Lindsay
squealed as her partner ripped his undershirt down the middle, revealing his
chiseled physique barely hidden beneath the white fabric. “Yes, yes! Very good,
tiny!” Lindsay pulled another gummy man from a bag and stuck it between her
boobs. Chaz felt smothered in warmth as he watched the giantess rub her tits
together. Lindsay got so into it, she could feel a pulse come from the gummy man’s
body and beat against her skin. “Now for the rest of your clothes.” One hand
cradled her breasts together, holding the tiny in place, while the other fired a
beam at Chaz’s sweatpants.
“I don’t
think I can tear these off,” Chaz admitted, tugging at his waistband. Lindsay
frowned and squeezed her tits together. The pleasant comfort surrendered to
suffocating pressure as Chaz’s body tensed up, cutting off his air. The
pressure extended throughout his body as if his bones and muscles were ready to
give in.
“You better
slip out of those soon,” Lindsay taunted. “I’m not sure how long a little guy like
you can last in here.” Chaz collapsed to the floor and wrestled with his pants,
prying them off as fast as he could while suffocating. It took some effort, but
he managed to slip his sweats and boxers past the waist, giving his member the
room it needed to stand tall. Lindsay chomped on her lower lip, loosening the
grip she held on her tits in her lust-fueled glaze. Chaz lied on his back and
took a deep breath, though he didn’t have long to relax before a foot made
itself comfortable on his face. “Very, very good, tiny!”
Her heel
pivoted on his forehead while her ball dragged his lips from side-to-side, the
arch pushing down on the tip of his nose. “Now, you’re in the perfect position
to worship me. Do a good enough job, and there’ll be a heavenly boon waiting
for you.” While he got to worshipping, kissing and licking her sole with the
fervor expected of a devout follower, Lindsay wedged gummy people between each
toe of her other foot. Afterwards, she swapped feet and did the same with the
other, giving Chaz ample time to display himself for the other sole. With every
lap of his tongue, Lindsay squeezed her toes, relishing the cathartic act of
wrangling her tinies while Chaz jerked at the pinching sensation encasing his
whole body.
Once she
felt exalted enough, Lindsay lifted her foot and handed Chaz a pillow to place
under his head. “Here. You’re going to want this.” Lindsay stood over him, each
leg towering over either side of his face, and let him watch as she pulled her
panties off. “Your goddess is nothing if not merciful.” She stepped onto his
chest, Chaz lurching slightly at the real weight applied to him, and stood atop
his pecks, enjoying the extra inches her human stool added to her height. Then,
she squatted over him and sat down, using the man’s face as a chair cushion and
stretching her legs across his torso.
Lindsay
sandwiched Chaz’s dick with the bottoms of her feet and stroked his shaft, the
motion forcing her ass to grind into the man’s face buried within. But Chaz,
ever the gentleman, wasn’t going to let her do all the work. He stuck his
tongue out and licked the woman’s taint, his wet muscle sending a jolt up
Lindsay’s spine. As she stroked, she readjusted herself so that her brown eye
was within range of her lover’s tongue, her feet going harder on his dick as if
mushing the reins on a horse to go faster. Chaz complied and licked her asshole
clean, becoming more and more stiff with every tug at his cock. Eventually, he
couldn’t take anymore and released his hot load into the air.
Cum
rocketed out of his fountain, launching up in the air before raining down on Lindsay’s
feet. Jizz pelted her toes, drowning the fruit-flavored tinies in the sticky
secretion. Lindsay scooted up to his chest to give Chaz a chance to breathe, though
the woman sitting on his lungs made that a bit difficult. She picked out each
of the cum-soaked gummies from her toes and sucked on them, their sugary
sweetness blending eloquently with the salty protein, before swallowing each one
whole.
It was as
if a vision played out before his eyes. Chaz saw himself travelling down
Lindsay’s esophagus and landing in her stomach, her searing gastric acid
welcoming him to his final resting place. Lindsay felt the gummies’ essence
become one with her, their candy lives disappearing to fuel hers. She rubbed
her belly and savored the moment, giving Chaz one last chance to recover.
Next,
Lindsay stood up off Chaz and sauntered back to the bed, sitting on the edge
with her legs spread. “Did you enjoy your treat, tiny?” Chaz nodded in approval,
afraid of talking back to his goddess. “Good. Now it’s your turn to service me.”
Lindsay pointed at her ankle and traced a path up her leg leading to her
crotch. Chaz rolled over and gently grabbed her foot, resting his cheek against
her ankle. He slowly crawled up her leg, kissing her calf, knee and thigh until
he reached his destination.
Lindsay’s
wet pussy reeked of her arousal, and Chaz wasted no time digging in. He nibbled
on her labia and lapped at her clit, sending the woman bucking in pleasure.
Lindsay grabbed the back of his head by the hair and pushed him against her,
not allowing him to let up for a second. Her ejaculate covered his mouth and
drenched his tongue while her thighs squeezed his head on either side. The two
went at it until Lindsay decided she needed something even more satisfying.
“Hey, would
you mind if I grew you back to normal size. You know, so we could…” Before she
could finish the thought, Chaz leapt onto her and mounted her on the mattress. Thoughts
of their roleplay vanished, their fetishes shelved, as Chaz pounded Lindsay,
his girth surpassing her long held expectations. Any insecurities, any doubts,
any thoughts regarding any others, all of it went out the window as the two
made love. As fate had decreed it, the two were finally together.
…
Petra, her
cute face warped by a mischievous grin, hunched by the closed door of the
master bedroom, listening in on the moaning and groaning erupting from inside.
“Watchu up
to?” Molly asked, coming up the stairs into the second floor hallway. Petra
quickly stood and feigned innocence.
“Nothing.
Angel business, you know the drill.”
“Sure.”
Molly didn’t buy it, but figured it best not to ask questions. “Well, me and
Becca are going to go out and grab lunch, if you want to come. By the way, have
you seen Lindsay and Chaz…?”
“Oh, they’re
preoccupied at the moment!” Petra hooked her arm around Molly’s and led her
back down the stairs. “But sure, I don’t mind joining you. I believe my work
here is done.”
End Notes:
Shout outs to MicroThaumaturge who provided some very helpful insight while writing this chapter. If you haven't already, go read his stories on here. They're great stuff.
Ch 10. Don't Take My Dream by TerryLarka
“We can hit
the beach again,” Chaz suggested, sitting on the living room couch.
“I want to
go to the aquarium!” Becca protested, sitting next to Lindsay on the other end
of the U-shaped furniture. “I get we're right on the water, but we don't have
to go to swimming every day.”
“Sure, but
we also can't wear sexy bathing suits to the aquarium,” Lindsay pointed out,
eyeing her new beau up and down.
“Ugh! Why
are all you guys so sex-obsessed?” Becca ignored the wicked glare Lindsay shot
her. The brunette had not held out as long as she had just to take her
dreamboat to the aquarium. “Seriously, it's already past noon. What are Molly
and Petra even still doing up there?”
“Honestly,
spending all day in the bedroom doesn't sound like a bad plan,” Lindsay mused,
winking to Chaz. The musclehead blushed and sent back a wobbling grin, still
adjusting to having such a domineering partner. Lindsay took the message to
heart and dipped her hand into the open bag of gummy men beside her. She knew
exactly what he wanted. It didn't matter if Becca was there beside them; if
anything, having an audience only added fuel to Lindsay's insatiable fire,
really humiliating her precious, little worm. But as her hand delved into the
plastic packaging, she found herself grasping at nothing but air. Oh crap,
out already? she thought. Maybe Petra has more she can share. Lindsay
stood up and made for the staircase. “I'll go check on them. Be back in a sec.”
…
Molly and
Petra lied together naked on the king-sized bed, their feet pointed towards the
headrest. Molly had one foot planted on a pillow, the rest of her cradling the
buxom angel. While the two women casually made out, the shrunken Ren lapped the
ball of his wife's sole dutifully. Occasionally, Petra would break from Molly
and snack on a gummy man from the bag placed beside her.
“So, that's
all it took to get Chaz and Lindsay together?” Molly asked, engrossed by the
gummy squiggling against Petra's pillowy lips. The living candy struggled
desperately, its limbs flailing against the angel's monstrous tongue, its mold
slowly dissolving submerged beneath a thick coat of saliva, but the gummy stood
no chance against Petra's ravenous maw.
“These guys
are rather potent,” the angel replied, swallowing her victim whole. “I posit
adding them to our own repertoire.” Petra pulled out another gummy and pressed
it against Molly’s clit. The gummy squirmed with greater fervor than a factory
fresh vibrator, leading Molly to dig her teeth into her lower lip. She lifted
her foot up and brought her sole crashing down onto her little lover, eager for
him to share in her pleasure. Her callous skin and fragrant aroma mashed Ren's
measly form into the silk pillow, overwhelming him with her love. Petra pulled
the gummy back, giving her partner a break as she treated the candy to the same
fate as the last, savoring the added flavor of Molly’s passion.
“Tonight
maybe?” Molly sat up and examined the bottom of her foot, peeling off the
sprite plastered to her sole. She gave Ren a quick kiss and put him back on the
pillow. “I'm going to go take a shower real quick. Probably shouldn't keep the
others waiting all day.” Molly hopped off the bed and headed for the master
bathroom. Petra rose to join her but was stopped with a hand to the shoulder.
“I said a quick shower. You know, to clean myself off. Unlike you guys snapping
your fingers, I still need to take those. Besides, you two have earned some alone
time.” Ren raised his hand as if he were back in elementary school, eliciting a
smirk and an eye roll from his gigantic wife. “Yes, you have my permission to
have a little fun without me.”
The moment
Molly closed the bathroom door, Petra's Cheshire grin beamed down on Ren from
high above, looming like a lighthouse shining through a black, stormy night.
Petra purred as she crawled over to the pillow, placing her arms on either side
of it and hanging over Ren like a curvaceous cliffside. Ren trembled below,
frozen in fear. “I'm only allowed to have a little fun. That's what she said.
Remember?”
“That's
okay.” Petra lowered herself onto the pillow, pinning Ren beneath her hefty
breasts so that only his head stuck out. Her eyes pierced straight through his
soul, like a feral cat trapping a plump, juicy mouse beneath its paws. “I'm
going to rock you so hard, you won't even know if you're enjoying it.”
“You'll
have to save the rocking for another time,” a monotone voice said from behind
Petra. The angel turned around to see a winged woman standing at the edge of
the bed. She had dark circles under her eyes, wore heavy mascara, and fashioned
her obsidian hair in a hime cut, all contrasting the pure white of her toga.
Her eyes were half closed, as if nothing in all of existence could wake her
from boredom.
“Sheila?
What are you doing here?” Petra was now facing opposite of the tiny sprite.
Though great weights had been lifted off him, the ample posterior directly
before him didn't ease the miniature man's concerns.
“Your
charges are the tomboy and the cancer patient. Why are you tampering with
mine?” Sheila's posture was uncomfortably stiff, her teeth clenched tight
enough to shatter diamonds.
“I'd hardly
call it ‘tampering,’” Petra shrugged. “Chaz and Lindsay are fated to be
together. I simply sped up the process.”
“Sped up?
You ruined my plans!” Sheila stomped the floor hard, hard enough that Ren could
feel the tremor over on the pillow. “That cuck was going to spend years pining
after your stupid tomboy. After college, he'd date around, sleep with a bunch
of trashy whores, lose all sense of value in his life. Then, in a chance
encounter at a hole-in-the-wall coffee shop, he spots Lindsay by herself
sipping on a cortado. He says hi, they reconnect, wax poetic about their lives
while leaving out how hollow their lonely hearts are. Then, Chaz goes out on a
whim, a dredged-up wreck with nothing to lose, and asks if she's free that
Saturday. She's not; she just started volunteering at the animal shelter on
weekends. But, she's free right then and there. ‘How about you come over to my
place? We can spend the evening reconnecting over wine and sex while a Hallmark
movie plays in the background.’ But no! You went and upended all that with a
bag of fucking gummy bears!” Literal steam whistled from Sheila’s ears.
“And we’re
all better off for it,” Petra huffed. “I wanted him out of my superstar’s hair,
and I wasn’t waiting for your angst-ridden ass to get the job done.”
“That
doesn’t fucking matter. I filed a complaint with HR. You’re due for
arbitration.”
“HR?” Ren
asked.
“Heavenly
Resources.” Petra pinched Ren between her fingers and lifted him to eye level.
“I’m going to have to bounce for a minute, but I shouldn’t be too long.” The
angel noted the concern in her charge’s eyes, pleasantly surprised by his
fretting. “Don’t worry, nothing’s going to happen to me. They’ll hear both
sides, decide I was in the right, and let me return to my duties.” The other
angel clicked her tongue. “Worst case, I get a brief lecture and a slap on the
wrist. These things are never a big deal. Until then…” Petra grabbed the bag of
gummies and dangled Ren over the opening. “It’d be irresponsible of me to leave
you unaccompanied, so how’s about you mingle with your new neighbors.”
“Petra,
wait-” Ren fell from Petra’s grip into the bag of candy, landing on a bouncy
heap of gummies. The candy men writhed beneath him. Any attempt of regaining
his footing was fruitless as fruit-flavored limbs embraced the miniscule man.
“Petra!”
“Come on,
Ren. Look how eager they all are to meet you,” Petra cackled. Ren struggled to
keep his head afloat as gummies dragged him deeper into the writhing mass.
“Wouldn’t it be funny if Molly mistook you for a gummy and accidentally ate
you? Chew you up like a gusher and drag you and your creamy center down her
gullet.” The angel’s eyes dilated as she spoke. “Oh Goddess! Sheila, can your
bullshit wait a few minutes?”
“No! We’re
going now!” In a flash of light and an audible pout from Petra, the two angels
vanished, the bag of candy falling onto the bed with Ren trapped inside. The
sprite flailed against his captors, but his diminutive strength was no match
for the sugary thralls. As he fought, he noticed the molds change form. The
gummies slimmed down, their waists narrowing as their chests protruded,
morphing into an hourglass figure with sweet, slender gummy gams. Petra’s
lingering magic transformed the gummy men into gummy women, though at twice his
height, they more closely resembled gummy amazons.
From
behind, one gummy lady wrapped her arms and legs around Ren, pinning him in a
full nelson. Two others grabbed at his thighs and spread them apart. A fourth
crawled over her cohorts towards Ren’s crotch and wrapped her fine gelatinous
fingers around the sprite’s member. She jerked his shaft with firm strokes
until it stood at full attention. Ren couldn’t believe he was getting worked by
junk food. It actually irritated him how effective they were. A hole opened up
where the gummy’s mouth would be, and the woman lowered herself onto Ren’s
cock. A tongue-shaped tendril split off from the mouth and lathered Ren’s
manhood in sickly sweet syrup. Ren bucked and groaned as the gummy had her fill
of his meat. Even at a centimeter tall, Ren had some pride left, and he didn’t
want to go down having taken part in an artificially flavored orgy. His
thoughts turned to his wife which only brought about his downfall.
“What do we
have here?” Molly asked, looking into the open bag with her arms crossed. All
Ren could see was his wife’s humongous eye, but that was enough to tell she
wasn’t happy. “A bunch of floosies thinking they can steal my man right from
under me? You all just made a big mistake.” Fingers mightier than trees
breached the bag and plucked the perverse sweets from their home, dragging Ren
along with them. She tossed the group of reprobates onto her tongue, dragging
the depraved gummies into the darkness, cutting off the only safe way out
behind her sealed lips. Ren’s only saving grace, the man coated in his wife’s
saliva atop her expansive, tensile muscle, was his spritely immortality. The
gummies wished they were as fortunate.
Molly
decimated the fruit-flavored amazons between her pearly whites, pelting Ren
with the gelatinous bits of their remains. Her teeth were merciless,
pulverizing the women with nary any resistance. One gummy tried clinging to
Ren, lying safely on the giant woman’s tongue, hoping his presence would keep
her safe. However, in the brief time Molly had spent with Petra, the tomboy had
gotten quite deft with her tongue, allowing her to easily maneuver her husband
to the edge of her jaw. The gummy clinging to his side fell right into the
danger zone, helpless against the molars crushing her body into pulp. One chomp
was all it took. All that remained were a pair of lime-green hands still clutching
onto Ren’s shoulders. Molly lifted her tongue to the roof, massaging Ren into
her hard palate, grinding his naked body into her, and swallowed the candy
viscera splattered throughout her cavernous maw. Ren's body, subject to
Molly's overwhelming power, couldn't hold it in any longer.
Waking up
to reality, Ren was back in the bag of gummies, getting his dome polished by a
gummy woman. Molly was still in the shower, blissfully unaware of her husband’s
unwanted infidelity, but the figment of her Ren dreamed up had fulfilled his
fantasies. The sprite sowed his seed into the sugary sweetheart, his cum held
suspended in the candy's transparent body like a cream filling. Post-orgasmic
shame hit him like a truck at the realization that he had essentially
masturbated into a bag of gummy bears. The only comfort he could take solace in
was that it took a vivid dream of his wife to actually bring him to release.
The gummies did not loosen their grip, burying the sprite beneath them as they
caressed his body with sticky kisses. Ren went limp, waiting out his
humiliating torture until Molly got back.
Knock-knock!
“Molly,
Petra! Is it safe for me to come in?” Lindsay called out from outside the
master bedroom. Ren tensed up as Lindsay knocked again. “Hello?” Molly never
responded, unable to hear her friend through the running shower and the two
closed doors.
Don't
come in. Don't come in. Don't come in. Ren chanted. He struggled against
his sugary prison to no avail. He had no chance of escaping the bag. Upon
hearing the door creak open, he struggled tooth and nail, as hard as his diminutive
form could.
“I'm coming
in,” Lindsay whispered, peeking through the gradually opening door. To her
surprise, the bedroom was empty, but she could hear the shower running from the
bathroom. “Oh, I see. They're bathing
together. Hmmmm.” Lindsay thought about all the things she could do with, and
to, Chaz in a bathtub. “Agh! Focus. I'm here for…” Lindsay looked around the
room and noticed the unattended bag of candy on the bed. “Bingo!” She walked
over and grabbed the bag off the mattress. “I'm sure Petra won't mind if I
borrow this.”
Petra!
Petra, come back and get me out of here! Ren reached out telepathically,
but an uncanny voice returned his pleas.
This is
an automated telepathic response. Your guardian angel… Petra… is not available
at this time. Leave your message at the tone, and… Petra… will get back to you
at the earliest convenience. *BEEP*
Petra!
Lindsay has the bag! Molly's in the shower! You need to help me! Bye. Ren
panicked as his carriage swayed in the woman's grip. “Molly! Lindsay's got me!
You have to get out here and stop her!” he called out. But there was no
response. Lindsay couldn't hear the squeaking voice emanating from the bag in
her hand, and neither could the woman washing herself one room over. Shit,
she's further than ten feet from me. She can't hear me at this range.
Sweat
poured down Ren’s forehead. His immortal body had no need to sweat, but his
psyche was so shattered it perspired anyway. Best case scenario is she
somehow drops me and gives me an opening to hide until Petra comes back. Worst
case scenario is… she eats me? I have no idea how’d I’d get out of that, but
surely Petra could come up with something. Or I suppose… No, I don’t want to
think about that possibility. Still, that’d be better than her finding me.
There’s no coming back from that. Fuck, what do I do?
Lindsay
pranced down the stairs, shaking Ren up in his plastic prison, and plopped her
butt onto the living room sofa.
“You know
what, that’s a good point,” Chaz said to Becca. “We should go to the aquarium.”
“See? I
knew you’d see the light eventually.” Becca crossed her arms, confidant in her
righteous crusade.
“You sure
about that, babe?” Lindsay reached into the platic bag placed beside her and pulled
out a gummy. Having made sure to wear a low-cut top that morning to maximize
teasing opportunities, she placed the gummy in the center of her perky chest
and pushed it down between her boobs, leaving it poking out enough from her
cleavage to be noticeable. Then, she squeezed her tits together, kneading the
gummy into her breasts. “There’s so much fun we can have here. You don’t want
to miss out on all this to look at some fish, do you?”
It was
working. Chaz stared wide-eyed at Lindsay’s chest. He was mesmerized,
unblinking, even more entranced than usual. Lindsay was overjoyed by the
results. She had complete, hypnotic sway over her lover. Even Becca was
engrossed in her fetishistic display. Wait, why is Becca staring at my tits?
Lindsay wondered. She’s ace as hell, not even into any kinks, so what’s…
Lindsay looked down at her chest. The gummy was squirming against her
supple skin; not a trick of the mind, it was actually moving around down there.
And it had hair? Lindsay pulled the “gummy” out of her cleavage and held it
before everyone.
“I’m not the
only one seeing that, right?” Chaz asked, rubbing his eyes. He’d normally show
more confidence, but with how things had been going for him recently, he couldn’t
be sure what was and wasn’t real anymore.
“Yeah, we
all see the shrunken guy in Lindsay’s hand,” Becca confirmed. “There weren’t
any drugs in those pancakes you made were there?” Lindsay examined the sprite
closely, holding it up to her eye. Ren saw his mortified expression gawk back
at him from the reflection of Lindsay’s massive pupil.
“Ren? Is
that you?”
…
Molly
walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her damp body and looked
around the empty room. “Must be downstairs already.” The woman parsed through
her suitcase and found a simple outfit to wear. She had expected to see Petra
ravaging the little guy in some otherworldly display of sexual prowess. Hell,
she was hoping for it. But it appeared the angel was eager to join the others
instead. Probably hiding Ren somewhere inconspicuous and intimate. Once her
clothes were all on, Molly strolled out of the bedroom and down the stairs and
waltzed into the living room where everyone was gathered. “Hey, you guys know
where Petra wen-?”
Molly froze.
She spotted Ren cowering on Lindsay’s hand, the rest of the world standing
still as time came screeching to a halt. Molly’s heart beat so hard it nearly
flew out from her throat. The corners of her vision blurred, and her breath
drew short. The time she spent with Ren that morning felt like a distant
memory, a moment from a previous life. No one noticed her standing there,
everyone’s attention stuck to the sprite.
“Ren!” Molly
screamed, tripping over herself as she rushed towards him. “Ren, no!” Molly
stole her man from Lindsay, the other woman too shook to register the assault. The
tomboy wrapped her husband tightly in her fingers, pulling back from everyone
else. Becca and Chaz looked at Molly’s fright with unsure eyes, confusion consuming
all other thoughts. Molly stared at her tightly clasped hand, afraid of bearing
witness to the inevitable.
“Molly,
what the hell is going on?” Becca asked. “Why is there a tiny Ren in your hand?”
Molly
couldn’t answer. She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.
She unrolled her trembling fingers.
Her palm
was empty.
End Notes:
You can thank MicroThaumaturge for this chapter even existing. I knew where I wanted to take this story, but was at a loss on how to actually get there. He so graciously gave me a lot of the ideas you see in this chapter, clearing the roadblocks this story keeps throwing at me, and has opened the ways for me to finish this damn thing. I implore you to go read his stories if you haven't already. They're so good.
This should be the last major hiatus this story takes, and I can't thank you all enough for your patience. I have pretty much everything left in the story figured out; there should be 2-4 chapters remaining depending on how I decide to split things up. If you're still reading this, thank you. I hope you continue to enjoy through to the end.
Ch 11. Exit from Paradise by TerryLarka
Ren awoke at
a wooden kitchen table sitting on a wicker hewn chair. The last thing he could
recall was the horrified look on his wife's face as she rushed over to grab
him. Looking around at his surroundings, it was clear he was situated in a kitchen
with towering countertops barricading him from the fridge and cooking
appliances. It took him a moment to register how tall everything was. He had
spent so much time as a plucky sprite that household objects stretching on forever
had become common place. It wasn't until he spotted Her that his new scale
became apparent.
A woman, a comely
pillar reaching up far past the heavens, stood by the counter with Her back
turned to the sprite. In the material world, Ren clocked in at a centimeter
tall, an ant compared to his wife and guardian angel. But here, wherever this
was, Molly and Petra would appear to this woman even smaller he did to them,
making him no more than a flake of dust to the behemoth standing before him. He
was small enough to make out the grooves of Her bare heel. Her casual clothing
clashed with Her monstrous immensity. Her legs, each as tall as the Empire
State Building, were covered in denim, the high-waisted mom jeans accentuating Her
planetary posterior. Above that, She wore a purple sweater; straight black hair
cascaded down to the small of Her back. Her incomprehensible size only further
emphasized Her shapely figure.
“Hello
there, Renton,” the woman said as She turned around, holding a large tray in Her
hands. She appeared to be in Her early forties, though Ren had the sneaking
suspicion that wasn’t remotely close to Her true age. Her smile was warm and
her features soft; the sprite couldn't have dreamed up a more welcoming guise,
even in spite of how imposing it was suspended a mile into the air. “Would you
care for a cookie? I just finished frosting them.” The woman knelt down and
lowered a sugar cookie from Her tray onto Ren's table. The wooden furniture
couldn't hold even a sliver of an edge of the extensive treat. It collapsed
like it were made of paper, the legs snapping as soon the cookie made contact.
The blasted thing was expansive enough to host a city block, and Ren wasn't
sure if he was actually expected to eat any of it.
“Your head
must plagued with questions, Dearie,” the woman continued, squatting beside Ren
in an attempt to get closer to him. He still had to crane his neck as far back
as he could just to get a full glimpse of Her face past Her mountainous
breasts. No, mountainous wasn't the right word. At Ren's size, each of Her toes
were indomitable mountains. Her breasts were more like celestial bodies. “My
name is Wndr. I don't neatly fit into any depictions you're familiar with, but
I am essentially what you humans would refer to as God.”
So,
God's a giant MILF? Ren thought. Given how his guardian angel portrayed
herself, he shouldn't have been all that surprised.
“That's
right!” Wndr giggled at the sprite's blushing face. “Sorry. I always forget you
mortals aren't keen on me reading your minds.” Hearing that, Ren fought a
hopeless battle against a horde of intrusive thoughts, lewd and uncouth imagery
of his lovely host. This elicited further giggling from the gigantic goddess.
“It's funny, all you humans have the same reaction upon hearing I can see your
thoughts. I don't mind by the way. Trust me, I've literally seen it all.” This
didn't ease Ren's guilt, the intrusive thoughts becoming more powerful the
longer he looked at her. “Would you feel more comfortable if I stripped?” she
asked with a wry grin. The blaring red sprite elicited further giggles from the
goddess.
“Um, Wndr?”
He had no clue if he was pronouncing that right despite having heard Her say
it. “How's Molly doing?” The goddess stood up and held out her finger. The
simple act of moving instilled an existential dread in Ren. Something as
enormous as her shouldn't be able to move as quickly as she could, as if Her tectonic
motions were as inconsequential as they would be for the microscopic Ren. In a
flash of light, Ren was no longer seated at the crushed table, but now sitting
in the groove of Wndr's fingerprint.
“It appears
you understand why you're here. You always were a smart one.” A large armchair,
a simple one made of wood and upholstered, appeared behind Wndr for Her to sit
down in. “For failing to stay undetected, you have been discharged from the
Heaven's Reborn Initiative. Your beloved is taking this about as well as you'd
expect.”
“So, not
well at all.”
“Few who
fail the program do,” Wndr conceded. “All the grief they once felt comes back
tenfold knowing they had you only to lose you again. Not to mention the blame.
The living always believe it's their fault you're gone whether or not that's
the truth of it.” Ren's head sunk into his arms as he crawled into a fetal
position. “Oh, but don't be too down on yourself. You'll get to see her again
once it's her time.”
“And when
is that?” Ren thoughtlessly asked.
“Well,
Molly's a healthy girl, and given future medical advancements…” Wndr counted off
her free hand’s fingers. “She still has ninety-three years left.”
Thinking
back, Ren couldn't remember a time without Molly in his life. They had been
together from the beginning, before they could even speak. “Ninety-three
years,” he muttered. He couldn't even fathom living that long. And without
Molly? He wasn't sure how to go over a week without her, let alone a lifetime.
A full lifetime, not the fraction of one he had.
“It's going
to be okay,” Wndr consoled him. “Heaven offers plenty of amenities to occupy
your eternal stay. Anything you can dream of is waiting for you.”
“Except the
only thing I want.” Responding to Ren's moping, Wndr rubbed her free hand's
forefinger down the sprite's back. Or attempted to. At her size, she pretty
much just sandwiched him between her fingers. The weight of her fingertip
exceeded anything Ren had ever endured, including the full weight of his wife,
and though he couldn't feel pain, there was still the sensation that he was
about to burst like a grape in a microwave. And he welcomed it in the off chance
oblivion could ease the suffering of his hollow heart.
…
“Molly,
what the hell is going on?” Becca screamed. Molly had crumpled to the floor, a
crying, stuttering mess. Her three friends stood around her, each as baffled as
the next. Lindsay had held a tiny Ren in her cleavage, then Molly showed up and
freaked out, and then mini Ren vanished like he was never there. It was like
something out of a dream, but their bawling friend assured them what they saw
was real.
“Molly,
what's wrong?” Lindsay knelt down and patted her friend's back in an attempt at
offering her any sort of comfort. “Can you tell us? We want to help you.”
“Ren… Ren…”
Molly’s face was a hot pink mess of snot and tears. Every word came out in a
gasp, each one carrying with it the pain felt throughout her entire body. “Ren
died… then, he came back… small… Petra's his angel… I had to keep him a secret…
and I failed… and he's gone… and he's gone… he's gone…” Lindsay looked up at
the other two, hoping they made some sense from that, but their expressions
told her they were just as lost. Molly lurched out and grabbed Lindsay's
shoulders. “What do I do!? He's gone! I can't live without him! What do I do?”
“Where'd he
go?” Lindsay asked, unsure what else to do besides play along. “Can we get him
back?”
“Lindsay,
what are you saying?,” Becca whispered. “Ren's dead.”
Lindsay
mouthed, I know, and shrugged. What am I supposed to do?
“You're
right. He's dead,” Molly muttered with grave solemnity. “He's in Heaven. He's…”
The others could all see the gears turning in Molly's fractured mind. Without
another word, the athlete leapt up, knocking Lindsay onto her back, and darted
into the kitchen. She rummaged through all the drawers, yanking them open like
a mad woman. Chaz bent down to help Lindsay up while Becca just watched in
frightful bewilderment. Molly kept searching until she found the utensil drawer
and pulled out a knife. The blade, long and serrated, gleamed beneath the
ambient sunlight coming through the sliding glass doors as Molly pointed the
tempered steel at her throat.
…
Wndr lifted
Her finger off Ren, though the tiny sprite found himself clung to it as he was
hoisted into the air. Eventually, the surface tension gave out and he fell back
onto the tip of the goddess’ other finger. He laid there, his face buried in
the groove, unwilling to move.
“Wait, my
Goddess!” Petra appeared in a flash of light between Ren and the rest of Wndr.
She was adorned in her angelic garb, a white slit dress with gold accents. The
dress, connected at the neck, didn’t cover an inch of her bare back, instead
crossing over along the hips to drape over the lower half of her ass. There
were no signs of underwear; given the angle at which he stood, Ren was sure of
that much. Though much larger than Ren, the angel didn't even span half the
length of the goddess’ fingernail. “Please don't penalize Ren. This is all my
fault.” Wndr cocked an eyebrow at the angel's intrusion. “I trapped him in a
bag of gummies. He had no way of getting out. Molly and Ren aren’t to blame;
it’s all my fault.” Petra turned to the side so she could face Ren and the
goddess. “I’m so sorry, Ren.”
“Renton, is
what she says true?” Wndr inquired. “Is all the blame to rest on her?” Ren
hesitated. What Petra said was accurate, but he didn’t like how the question
was phrased. He felt as if he were walking into a trap. “If so, I’ll have no
choice but to punish her.”
“Punish?”
Ren glanced at the angel. She stood stoically, unshaken by the massive woman’s
words.
“Of course.
An angel erring reflects poorly on me, so I do what I must to keep these
mistakes from occurring again.” The weight of her words struck Ren more than
that of her immense finger. The façade of a caring mother fled from her
expansive expression as an arbiter of discipline took the reins. “Tell me,
Renton, must Petra face divine retribution? The consequences will be most
severe.”
Ren bit his
tongue. He wanted to see Molly again more than anything, and he’d crawl through
Hell itself for her, but to sacrifice Petra was another matter entirely. The
angel had spoken the truth. Intentional or not, she played the primary role in
Ren’s discovery through her carelessness and neglect. Rightfully, Ren should be
given another chance while Petra bears the brunt of the admonishment. But he
couldn’t abandon her, not for his own admittedly selfish wants. This wasn’t a
mother scolding her daughter, a teacher condemning the class clown, or even a
judge deciding a convict’s fate. This was a realm of gods beyond time and
scale. What were “severe consequences” to an immortal? What punishment could
befit a woman who existed before life itself? Ren couldn’t leave Petra to
suffer a fate he likely wouldn’t be able to comprehend.
“I should
remind you, Renton, that it’s inadvisable to lie an omniscient.” Wndr’s eyes
beamed down on him like spotlights, their heat pressing him for an answer. The
sprite looked up to the towering angel for guidance. Petra stared at him in
silence, unable to lead him down the correct path. The corners of her lips
quivered, her cheeks grew flush, and her body trembled. She was terrified;
that’s what most would think, but Ren knew better. He saw that look in her
eyes. Not fear. Not guilt or hesitation. Her pupils burned with the black
flames of hunger. She was… excited? “Well, Renton? I need an answer.”
“Everything
Petra said is right,” Ren reluctantly admitted. Petra sucked her lips into her
mouth, trying not to erupt in a large grin.
“Very
well.” Wndr snapped her free hand’s fingers. “Cindy!”
“Yes, my
Goddess?” A blue-haired angel adorned in a black corset, leather G-string, and
knee-high stiletto boots appeared beside Petra. It was the dominatrix Ren met
during his brief tour of the Downstairs, the bubbly Cindy who decimated hapless
sinners to the tune of her own degrading remarks.
“Petra here
has erred gravely and is in need of strict remediation. I am putting you in
charge of her atonement. Show her no mercy.”
“With
pleasure, ma’am,” Cindy saluted. She turned to Petra, chomping at the bit so
hard as to almost shatter her sultry mien. From his vantage point below, Ren
could see the wet stain forming on the thin fabric covering Petra’s crotch.
“Darling Petra’s been naughty, has she? I can certainly fix that.” A whip
appeared in the dominatrix’s hand, and with a flick of the wrist, its barbed
wire cracked at Petra’s chest, sending the angel plummeting to her knees. Cindy
circled around the pink-haired beauty and kicked the center of her back,
sending her forward onto her arms. Cindy’s boot remained firmly in place as she
grinded her heel into the angelic flesh. She placed her arm on her knee and
leaned forward, increasing the pressure on Petra to exhilarating levels. “I
want to hear you squeal, worthless swine!”
“Suuueeeeey!”
Petra moaned. “Oink! Oink!”
“Louder!”
Cindy mashed her foot into Petra’s back, stomping on her like the groveling
maggot she was. “Louder! I want you to drown out the chorus on Sunday mass.”
“Sqweeeeeeeee!”
Tears welled in Petra’s eyes. Breaths escaped her lungs in exasperated croaks.
Her skin blushed a burning red. Her bliss was transcendent. Ren felt the ground
beneath him jostle as the Goddess readjusted herself. The looming face watched
the angels’ display unblinking, Her free hand sliding down towards her crotch.
These
are the architects of reality? Ren asked himself, wondering how all the
churches of the world could have gotten it so wrong. “So, does this mean I can go
back to Molly now?” Ren doubted his voice could be heard over Petra’s gasps and
groans, but Wndr snapped out of her trance to address the sprite.
“I don’t
recall ever saying you could return to Earth,” Wndr decreed. Ren stood there in
stunned silence. Cindy removed her boot from Petra and grabbed a handful of the
angel’s pink locks, yanking her head back so she could face the goddess.
“But
Goddess,” Petra yelped, “it was my fault he was discovered. I’m taking the
punishment in his place.”
“Your
punishment is to deter further fallibility. It has no bearing on Renton’s
untimely discovery. Three unwarranted individuals witnessed him, relinquishing
his eligibility for the Heaven’s Reborn Initiative. How can you expect to me to
bend those rules for Renton and not the thousands of other sprites who have
failed?”
Petra stood
up, knocking Cindy onto her butt, the other angel nonplussed by her sub’s act
of resistance. “Because he did nothing wrong! I trapped him in that bag of living
candy. I left him completely unattended with no way to get in touch. I
‘tampered’ with Sheila’s charges and led Lindsay to seek out more gummies. All
of this is because of me. Punish me. Stamp me out ‘til there’s nothing left,
but let Ren and Molly be together. In all my years, I’ve never encountered a
couple less deserving of being torn apart.” Wndr glared at the angel on her
finger, her silent stare betraying no emotion.
“Not to
speak out of turn, my Goddess,” Cindy stood up and brushed off her legs and
rear, “but this dilemma presents an opportunity: a test run of Heaven’s Descent.”
Ren’s eyes flickered between the three women, hoping one of their reactions
would elaborate on what Cindy was talking about. The way things stood, it
seemed the sprite was the only one out of the loop. Wndr leaned back and placed
her hand to her chin, pressing her index finger against her lips in deep
deliberation.
…
“Molly!”
“Aaaaah!”
“Shit,
shit!” Chaz sprinted into the kitchen and tackled Molly, grabbing her waist and
arm, holding her wrist tight enough to force the knife free as they collapsed
to the floor. Molly writhed in Chaz’s clutches, desperate to end the pain
gouging her heart. Becca and Lindsay rushed over to her and helped Chaz get her
off the floor, her body falling limp as more tears streamed down her face. The
two girls brought her back to the living room and sat her down on the sofa
between them; Chaz soon followed, first retrieving the knife and returning it
to the drawer.
“You've got
to talk to us, babe,” Becca said, trying to wipe up Molly's tears with her
sleeve. “What the hell is happening around here?”
Molly took
several deep breaths and divulged everything from the past few weeks: Ren's
resurrection, the Heaven's Reborn Initiative, Petra's angelic nature, and how
she had been hiding Ren all this time. Every mention of Ren made her choke, but
eventually she got through all the important details.
“That's
wild,” Lindsay commented. “Had I not held him a moment ago, I'd think you had
gone looney.” Chaz got up and filled a glass of water for Molly, still
processing her words of the unreal.
“It makes a
weird amount of sense, though,” Becca declared. Chaz handed Molly the glass,
the woman taking light sips from it. “That explains how you got over Ren's
death so quickly, and why you were so eager to hook up with Petra.”
“I'm sorry
I had to lie to you both.” Molly had finally finished crying, her bloodshot
eyes all dried out. “I wanted to let you all know he was alive and well, but
I'd do anything to be with him, even if it means keeping him hidden from the
whole world.”
“You don't
need to apologize!” Becca shouted with Lindsay nodding along. “Sure, I was
worried about you. Lindsay was too. But, you had every right to keep this
secret from us
“If
anything, we should be apologizing,” Chaz added. “It sounds like it's our fault
Ren's gone now.”
“No. No,
don't blame yourselves. I'm doing plenty of that as is.” Molly kept looking at
her palms, praying each glance that Ren would simply pop back up. Lindsay
wrapped her arms around her friend’s shoulders and embraced her. Becca stepped
in front of Molly and grabbed her hands.
“We’ll get
him back.” Becca shook her best friend’s hands, her weepy eyes beaming with
optimism. “There’s got to be a way. We’ll storm the gates of Heaven if we have
to!” Chaz and Lindsay nodded along to her, though neither was sure if rescuing
him was even possible.
“I
appreciate you trying to cheer me up. I really do.” Molly couldn’t smile, her
lips too feeble to do much beyond whimpering. “I just can’t imagine life
without him. Every time I try I just…” She eyed Chaz, wondering if she could
slip past him to get to the knife in the kitchen. “…I don’t want to go on
living anymore.”
“Don’t say
stuff like that!” Lindsay admonished.
“I’m sorry.
I love you guys, but…” She stared straight into the floor, unable to look at
her friends’ worried faces. “I don’t care if it makes me selfish or a coward.
There’s nothing in this world I want more than to be with Ren. I’d give
anything to see him again.”
“You know
that’s not what he wants, though,” Lindsay protested. “He’d never want you to
throw it all away for him. You’ve got to be strong!”
Molly
actually chuckled. “Knowing him, Ren’s sitting up there in paradise being
fawned over by angels, moping that I’m not at his side. He could never last a
week without me. Whenever I’d go on vacation, my folks would have to upgrade
our phone plan because of all the texts he kept sending me.” Becca leaned in to
hug her friends, the three women crying on each other’s shoulders. Molly felt
like she was back at the funeral with grief consuming her essence. It was a
feeling she wished never to return to, but she knew she’d never escape it for
as long as she lived.
“Uh, guys?”
“Shut up,
Chad. We’re having a moment.”
“Guys?”
“Chad,
what’d I just say?”
“You’re
going to want to see this.”
Becca was
ready to slug the boorish jock, but she realized something was off. At some
point during the ladies’ cry sesh, the floor had become warm and pliable as if
it were alive. An intense fragrance of freshly baked cookies permeated the air
she breathed. Becca opened her eyes to see a face more expansive than the very
sky looking down at her.
“My my,
what a cute bunch you are,” Wndr cooed. The three women were standing on the goddess’
fingertip only a short distance away from Petra and Cindy. Chaz was a bit
towards the back, not far from the tiny Ren wedged between the trenches of
Wndr's fingerprint. All six full-sized adults fit comfortably on the end of the
goddess’ finger with no threat of being pushed off the edge to a terminal drop.
“Wha the
fuh?” Becca gasped, taking in the mile-tall woman as best as her mortal brain
could. Lindsay and Chaz stared with bulging eyes and mouths agape. Years worth
of pent-up fantasies gushed through their amygdalas like white water rapids, in
awe at the megalithic woman holding them.
“Oh, I love
the way you two think.” A prurient smirk etched itself across Wndr's face as She
read the couple’s imaginative minds. “Remind me to pay you both a visit once
your time comes.”
It took
Molly a moment to take in her surroundings. The mile-tall Goddess barely
registered. She saw Petra standing between her and the never-ending palm, which
meant he should be around somewhere. Somewhere on the fluted flesh floor should
be a sprite no taller than a centimeter. Her eyes scanned every nook of the
labyrinthine fingerprint until she spotted her lover's miniscule frame stuck
between the grooves.
“Ren!”
Molly pushed her friend's aside and dove for her wee husband.
“Mol-” Ren
was interrupted by the world's softest pair of lips, the plush vermillion
molding around him as Molly kissed the living hell out of him. She sandwiched
him between her palm and mouth, refusing to let go to let either of them speak.
The pair fell into a cycle of kissing, crying, kissing some more, muttering
something indistinguishable to anyone else, more kissing, more crying, Molly
wiping snot off her nose and lips, Ren wiping snot off his everything, more
kissing, and more indecipherable muttering. Molly only broke free when she felt
a hand on her shoulder. Petra stood over her, tears welling in her eyes. The
angel knelt down and tightly hugged the tomboy.
“I'm
sorry!” Petra bawled, staining Molly's shoulder with divine tears. “It's all my
fault! I'm sorry!” Molly embraced the angel, patting her on the back and
pressing Ren into her deltoid in an unconventional group hug. More crying
occurred.
“It's okay.
We're all together. It's okay.” Molly wiped her tears, her arm utterly drenched
by this point, and finally looked around. “Are we in Heaven?” She caught as
much of a glimpse of Wndr as would fit within her vision. “Is that God?”
“Essentially,”
Wndr confirmed. Despite Her size, the Goddess’ voice projected itself at the
perfect volume, not too loud on the mortals’ delicate ears. “Petra can explain
all the details at a later time. All you need to know for now is that I, in all
my bountiful mercy, have decided to give you a second chance. Dear Renton may
return to Earth with you lot, no penalties and no strings attached, with the
understanding that no one beyond those present here may know of his spritely
status…” Molly and Ren beamed at the news, but Wndr wasn't yet finished. “...on
the condition that you all pass a test of my divising.”
“Written or
practical?” Ren asked.
“Practical.
I need proof you all can handle knowing the transcendental truths of the
universe without inadvertently unraveling the very fabric of reality.”
“How would
us knowing Ren's the size of a blueberry lead to…” Chaz began to ask.
“Do not
question me,” Wndr declared with a booming thunderhead. The world around them
grew dark, the kitchen vanishing behind a veil of stars. Wndr’s hair rose as if
affected by static electricity, and Her pupils went pale as if possessed by an
unknowable evil. “You are but bacteria clinging to a pebble drifting through
the seas of the infinite cosmos; a speck of dust carried along the paths
predetermined by the winds of fate. You are daft to the intricate workings that
lie beyond the extent of your feeble comprehensions. The fact I risk toppling
the delicate balance I have long and meticulously machinated is a greater mercy
than any mortal rightfully deserves, and I expect nothing short of profound
gratitude.” Wndr's disparaging words were meant to instill existential fear
into the young man, but all they did were get his gears turning and stiffen the
soldier in his trunks. With unearthly ease, Wndr’s scowl reverted back to a
pleasant smile, the goddess enjoying the taste of Chaz’s overactive imagination.
“Anyway, I have big plans. ‘Goddess moves in mysterious ways’ and all that, so
you darling little things are going to serve as my trial phase.”
Ren raised
his hand, hoping to get more answers, but Wndr just glared at him. At least,
she was probably aiming it at him. It was impossible to tell who exactly she
was looking at when everyone fit comfortably within her field of view. Ren kept
his hand up under the Goddess’ gaze for a commendable length, but he eventually
conceded, slipping his arm back behind his wife's finger.
“Petra can
answer any further questions upon your return. The test won't begun until
Spring Break is over, so enjoy what's left of your vacation. But remember, each
one of you must pass if you are to keep Renton in the material realm. Any
slip-up, any sign of failure, is grounds to have Renton whisked back to Heaven
where he belongs.”
In the
blink of an eye, Molly was once again seated on the sofa in the beach house's
living room. Ren sat in her hands with Becca and Lindsay on either side of her,
and Chaz now next to Lindsay. Petra sat across from them on the coffee table,
her hands cupped over her crossed knees. Her angelic garb had been swapped out
with an Evanescence T-shirt, a blue plaid skirt, and nylon leggings.
“That
wasn't a dream, right?” Becca asked, scanning the mundane room around her. “We
were really standing on a goddess’ finger?” Looking down at Molly's palm,
specifically the shrunken Ren standing there, affirmed her musings. Becca
reached out her finger and poked at Ren's face, just to make absolutely sure he
was real.
“Has he
really been with you this whole time?” Lindsay asked, joining Becca in poking
the sprite. Ren stood there stoically, withstanding the relentless flurry of
pokes. “Ever since he died?”
“I found
him after the funeral. I'm not sure what he was up to before that.” Molly
spared her partner from her friend’s poking and brought him to her cheek,
nuzzling the little man against her tear-stained skin.
“Most of
that time, I was stuck to the bottom of your sneaker,” Ren explained while
Petra awkwardly tried laughing off that mishap. Though Molly heard him
perfectly clear, the others only heard squeaks, prompting Petra to set up a
soul link between Ren and the rest of the group.
“Seriously?
What were you doing down there?” She lowered him back towards her lap and
chuckled, figuring he must’ve dove down there on purpose. Ren didn’t have the
energy to protest and simply sighed. “But yeah, I've been hiding Ren on me ever
since. Usually in my shirt, sometimes… other places.”
Chaz's
attention drew towards a lamp in the corner, afraid of getting a hard-on if he
looked at Molly holding and cuddling her tiny lover. Fortunately, he had plenty
of distractions, like erasing the memories of everything he had said to his
former crush back when he assumed Ren was no longer of this world. But his
mental purge stopped short, interrupted by Petra's hand pressed against his
chest.
“I believe
Molly gave you all the basic gist on Heaven's Reborn, but allow me to explain
all the juicy details.” As Petra spoke, white runes appeared in a circle around
Chaz's pecks. “Sprites are the human
soul made manifest, given a semi-physical form to interact with the material
world. They can be seen, touched, tasted, and much more by anyone with the
faculties to perceive those things.” Between her summation, Petra mumbled a muted
incantation and pulled Chaz's soul out of his body, transforming it into a
centimeter-tall sprite in her hand. He had on a silk long sleeve and slacks
that matched Ren’s spritely attire. His real body laid unconscious on the sofa,
his head tilting back onto the head of the couch as if he were asleep. “Any
soul, living or dead, can be made into a sprite, as can be seen here.” Petra
tossed the miniature meathead to Lindsay who caught him in a frantic flail.
“And the best part is that they're completely impervious to harm. You could run
them over with a twelve wheeler and they'd come out fine.”
Chaz fell
back on his rump within his girlfriend's palm. Her, Molly, Becca,
everything stretched out to once unthinkable scales. The mile-tall goddess
was one thing, but seeing the people and furniture and rooms and world he was
intimately familiar with from the perspective of a gnat unnerved him, like
waking up from a surreal dream into an uncanny reality. Peering up at the
billboard of a face, Chaz could see every pore, every hair, every flake of dry
skin on Lindsay’s visage. The crust around her eyes and the snot in her nose
all enhanced as if uprezzed on an 8K display. Her breath washed over him like
the backdraft of a jet engine. The lingering, artificial fruity aroma of
gummies stuck to her palm filled Chaz’s miniscule nostrils. Videos, art, smut,
and countless wet dreams couldn’t prepare the man for the real thing. It was
exhilarating beyond belief.
And the
best part is that they’re completely impervious to harm. Petra’s words
echoed in Lindsay’s head as she observed the bug boy in her hand. Predatory
instincts that should have phased out of the gene pool millennia ago inspired a
euphoric sense of authority, of power, of control. Of complete domination over
another life. And the best part is that they’re completely impervious to
harm. The things she could do to this mite of a man. Her man. All hers to
do with as she pleased. No more need for gummy bears. Chewing candy and
pretending to hear the screams was a thing of the past. Now she had the real
thing, and it was the only thing she’d ever need. And the best part is that
they’re completely impervious to harm. That sounds like a challenge. Push this
puny sprite to its limits. See how long before she breaks the unbreakable. How
many stomps would it take to get to the center of this Tootsie Pop? The only
thing she wanted was to find out. The hard way, preferably.
“I’ve got a
question,” Becca asked by raising her hand, unaware of the bloodlust oozing
forth from the other end of the couch. “Do we all get guardian angels like you?
And are they all… like you?” Becca curved her hands in the shape of an
hourglass.
“Yes to the
first part,” Petra giggled. “Every human is assigned a guardian angel at birth.
Those lucky enough to find their soulmate on Earth share their angel with that
special someone. For example, I’m both Ren and Molly’s guardian angel. Lindsay
and Chaz also share an angel.”
“Sup.”
Sheila appeared out of nowhere perched on the armrest beside Chaz’s unconscious
body, wearing a sweatshirt emblazoned with the Nine Inch Nails logo overtop
booty shorts with fishnet leggings leading down to a pair of combat boots. She
looked bored as ever, though beneath the surface she found Lindsay’s
fetishistic cravings delicious.
“As for our
appearance, well, obviously we can’t all be as captivatingly curvaceous as
moi,” Sheila, the more modest chested of the two, flipped Petra off, “but our
looks are shaped to suit our charges’ tastes. That includes you, Becca.”
“Hey
there!” Another angel greeted Becca while sitting on the armrest beside her.
She had a slim, almost masculine frame and very handsome features. Her black
hair was cut short in a business casual style, and she sat with her legs
crisscrossed. She adorned herself in a chic top depicting the album art of
Linkin Park’s Hybrid Theory, and a pair of well-worn, dark grey denim
jeans. “Name’s Alex. Nice to meet ya!”
“Alright,
Alex,” Becca had her own test in mind, eyeing her angel from head to toe, “tell
me, if we were to go out, what would be your ideal date?”
“Laser tag.
Then, we'd get burgers and milkshakes at a 50s style diner. After that, we'd
head back to your place, roll out a couple of sleeping bags, and make smores
while watching campy horror flicks.”
Becca
clasped her hands around her angel's, the young woman's eyes sparkling. “You're
perfect. Do you want to go to the aquarium with me?”
“Hell
yeah!” Alex hopped off the sofa and dragged an excited Becca by the arm out of
the beach house.
“Any more
questions?” Petra inquired. Lindsay was preoccupied prodding Chaz with her
finger, sneering at how easy it was to pin him to her palm. Likewise, Molly was
busy caressing Ren with her thumb, elated over their quick reunion. “Well, I'll
leave you all to it. I have my punishment to get to, and I don't want to keep
Cindy waiting any longer. Though, maybe if I'm late, she'll add an extra
penalty to my sentence.” Petra's eyes glazed over as she dreamt of the
possibilities.
“Freak,”
Sheila snidely remarked.
“Wait, what
about the test?” Ren asked, trying to stay focused with the loveliest thumb pressing
into his face. “Can you share any details? What’s expected of us.”
“Honestly,
couldn’t tell you,” Petra shrugged. “For all I know, my Goddess hasn’t even
come up with the specifics yet. But you shouldn’t worry about it. Just follow
your heart and everything will work itself out.” For whatever reason, Ren wasn’t
satisfied with that answer at all. Petra leapt off the table and gave the group
a wave. “I'll be leaving you guys again, but this time you'll have Sheila
looking after you, so please reach out to her for anything. Buh-bye!” With a
slovenly grin, Petra vanished, leaving the two couples with the moody angel.
Sheila stepped off the armrest and walked in front of the sofa, placing her
hands at her waist as she stood before her wards.
“Alrighty,”
she cheered in monotone. “You two ready to fuck the shit out of your boy toys?”
Lindsay nodded fervently, but Molly stood up off the couch and stepped away.
“Actually,
I'd like to spend some alone time with Ren first.”
“I was
thinking the same thing,” Ren added from Molly's palm.
“We might
join you guys in a bit, but please feel free to start without us.” Molly
waltzed out of the living room, carrying her husband upstairs to one of the
bedrooms, leaving the shrunken Chaz alone with two vicious beasts in unassuming
clothing.
“Now then,”
Sheila gestured for Lindsay to rise, “let's fit you in something more
appropriate.” The moody angel put her hand on the girl's shoulder and began
chanting. Black and red runes etched themselves across Lindsay's casual wear,
morphing the basic shorts and top into an ensemble of leather and spikes that
left little to the imagination. “That's better. Now the fun can begin.”
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