“And there we are! Welcome to your new home, Mr. and Mrs. Jackson” the portly realtor congratulated the couple, holding his hand out with the key to their brand-new dream home.
“I have to be honest, I really didn’t think that we’d be able to get it. I thought since that the other bidder was willing to pay so much that they’d get it, but with such a strange world we live in now, who’d have thought that most of that money was dirty? I guess someone was looking out for you during this process. Regardless, I think it’s time that the two of you take this opportunity to enter your new home together as a lovely couple” he continued, his eyes beaming.
The two new homeowners glanced at each other, a certain awkward look in their eyes, before the man grabbed them.
“Uh, thanks,” he said, feigning a smile, “we really appreciate everything that you’ve done for us Austin, you’ve been a big help.”
“My pleasure Brad! You two are going to really love this place for years to come. Maybe when you two get that family going, it’ll be the perfect home” he smiled.
The two looked at each other again with more strained expressions both with annoyed grimaces on their faces. Neither seemed pleased with the short realtor’s line of suggestions. Even if he knew about the issues they had just recently had with each other, they weren’t keen on him making suggestions. But in an effort to keep him in good graces, they simply kept quiet.
As he finished his thoughts about how they should set up their home, he abruptly stopped talking as something seemed to catch his eye. At the house next door, a black car pulled out of the garage and slowly rolled out towards the street. It paused before turning right, the vehicle slowly passing by the group outside the new house, almost as though it was observing the scene at the front door. The windows were tinted black, blocking their view of the driver, as the car continued to slowly putter along, its engine seemingly ready to erupt at any second and less than thrilled about not going fast.
Suddenly, it roared to life and quickly sped off down the road, rounded a corner, and disappeared from sight, the echoes of the singing engine faintly vanishing into the sunny morning day.
“That was weird, who was that?” Brad’s girlfriend Angela asked quizzically.
“I couldn’t see the face, but I have a feeling who it might have been” Austin replied, a worried look on his face.
“That was probably our rival bidder and, unfortunately, your next door neighbor. I never got a name, which was weird, but if what I heard was right, she was willing to drop far more than you would be able to” he continued, rubbing his arm nervously, “it was really hard to compete with. Until the news of the illegitimacy came through, I was certain you two were hosed. From what I heard, she was really unhappy about it. You might have to talk it out with her before anything bad happens.”
“Like what?” Angela asked.
“Well, I mean, you know, some women don’t really, kinda have a hard ti-”
“Austin, I think we don’t need to hear it, thank you” Brad cut him off, feeling his girlfriend’s annoyance emanating from beside him.
“Right, yes, of course, absolutely” Austin chuckled anxiously, “anyway, why don’t you go ahead and step inside? I actually have work I need to take care of. If you need anything, you have my number, alright?”
“You got it, thanks for everything Austin” Brad thanked him, extending a hand.
Austin shook it, smiling, before getting to his car and starting it up. Before he left, he rolled his window down and called out to them.
“Perhaps you should introduce yourself to the neighbors” he called, “some of them have some of those weird mutations that have been showing up recently, it’s a good opportunity to understand them.”
Angela smiled and nodded half-heartedly, not really caring for the new information. She took the keys and unlocked the door and stepped inside. Brad was about to follow when Austin called out to him again.
“Also, Brad. Just as guy to guy, you should really get to know the neighbor gal. She is quite the looker, really quite the looker, you know? And from what I hear, is also single and looking for someone. If you two don’t work out, you and her might, you know…” he wiggled his eyebrows.
Brad scowled, but found himself glancing at the house next door anyway. He believed himself to be in a happy relationship, but lately things had gotten a bit tense. Nothing he thought he couldn’t take care of, but it did begin to weigh on his mind. It didn’t change that he was a little surprised and pissed by what Austin was suggesting.
“I’m happy the way I am, thanks Austin” he frowned.
“Just saying, I think she might be your type. Also hear that her mother is a beauty as well, if you’re looking for the older type.”
“THANK...you, Austin” Brad interrupted, now getting upset.
Austin took the hint and raised his arms in surrender.
“Just saying,” he said, starting his car, “they are KILLERS, man!”
He gave a thumbs up before pulling away and driving off.
Brad stayed on the doorstep for a few moments just staring into space. He had felt that there was something lacking between him and Angela, but he had no intention of betraying his love and care for his girlfriend just because a short realtor told him about an attractive neighbor. He wasn’t just some character in a sleazy story, he was an honorable man. He shook his head and turned back towards the door and stepped inside.
A Few Days Later
“So you’re not going to come with me? It’s not going to be that long at all, Brad, and it would be good for you to get outside more than once in a year, you know?” Angela argued with her husband.
Brad, who was drinking his coffee at the kitchen table, grunted in displeasure as he swallowed his latest swig.
“I get plenty of sunshine, thanks, and it doesn’t require two people to go shopping at the farmer’s market, either, you’re far better at shopping than I’ll ever be” he replied.
“Oh come on, this is a good time for you to get to know the city and neighborhood. You might actually find someone who you’d like, maybe even play those stupid games with you.”
Brad looked indignant, “Hey, they aren’t stupid, they require a lot of thought and planning! Besides, I told you, you do better at shopping for stuff than I will be, so this is a much better solution.”
Angela glared at him, “What do you mean by that? You buy things all the time, it’s part of your job. And I’m not appreciating this tone you’re speaking to me with.”
Brad pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew that they were starting to get distant in their relationship, but arguing about shopping was now a new low. If he let this continue, things could really start to spiral out of control. He went to change the subject, but Angela seemed to have the same idea.
“Actually, never mind. I guess that since you don’t want to go, I can use it as some personal time, get to know the area, and maybe see if there are any nice attractions around. I’ve heard that the city is growing pretty quickly so I might get lucky and find my next new hangout spot” she said.
Brad sighed in relief and was glad that the moment of tension seemed to have unwound and normalized. It probably wouldn’t help in the long term for their relationship, but putting it away for now meant that he could work on trying to keep them together. Before he could add his input, Angela began walking to the door, her heels clacking loudly on the hardwood floor and her accessories jingling with every step.
“Well, I guess I’ll be out for a little while then. I’ll let you know when I’m on my way back” she said, grabbing her keys by the door.
“Take care out there. Try to not be an asshole to any of those ‘quirkies,’ I know how you felt about the ones back East, but try to be a bit more respectful of them, okay?”
Brad could hear his wife’s lips curl into a disgusted scowl. She was not very accepting of the people with mutations and had tried to shun them from her life as much as she could. He didn’t understand the reason for her disgust and prejudices against them and it upset him, but he couldn’t seem to get her to change.
“I’ll hope to not see any of them. Freaks of nature...” she grumbled as she stepped out the door closing it shut behind her.
“Heartless bitch.”
Brad shook his head in disappointment and returned to the tablet in front of him, checking the latest news from around the country.
Everyday it seemed like there was a new report of some kind of protest or scientific study regarding people who had developed these “quirks,” as it was so eloquently put. No one knew what had started it, but it had sent most of the country, and then the whole world, into a spiraling tizzy. Day after day, reports of people with strange abilities began to increase, almost as though these changes were laying dormant within them, and were just waiting to reveal themselves. Some were gradual and could be monitored, but others were instant and sometimes violent.
The most known instance was a poor souls on a crowded subway car who had suddenly started to sneeze constantly. What followed after was still unclear, but within a couple minutes of his sneezing fit starting, the whole train car was covered in a strange green moss that began to eat away at the metal, but more importantly, the connectors and the wheels. Thankfully for the passengers, the train had just begun to pull into a station, reducing its max speed, but the rapid spread and growth of the guy’s fungus ate away at the wheel so fast that the train car lurched and derailed, causing a multi-car wreck. But the wreck wasn't the biggest problem.
It turned out that the poor man’s fungus ate away at anything it came into contact with. If it got onto someone, they were toast. After all was said and done, no one on that train car survived, except for the man.
That event was the beginning of the unrest. After that, people without the quirks began protesting for anyone with a quirk to be round up and removed from society. The most radical took justice into their own hands. Of course, a quirkless person trying to fight someone with a superpower sometimes didn’t work out, even worse so when the person with the quirk was more than willing to fight back. Then the politics began about where they human enough to have rights and where there place was in society. All the current societal strife stemmed from that one moment, when the first lives were taken from someone by a quirk user, and to the day, the struggle to understand the new society continues.
“It's hard to be anti-quirk when you suddenly develop one though” Brad muttered, putting his tablet to sleep. He glanced at a clock and saw that 40 minutes had passed since Angela left.
How time flew by when you did nothing.
In the reflective glare of the windows nearby, he could see himself and his scrawny build. He was about average in height, about 6 feet tall, with dark hair, and a slightly thin build. His occupation didn’t require him to do much physical work, so he found no reason to work out.
He sighed and stretched before taking another sip of his drink. He walked towards the window, taking in the sunny, summer afternoon. It’s warm light gave the yard a soothing glow and the green grass seemed to shine more than ever. The trees in the backyard swayed slightly from an occasional breeze and the birds tweeted happily.
Few summer days could be as wonderful as this.
But then he noticed something. Some kind of movement from the house next door caught his eye. Before he could wonder upon it, the back door of the that house open into the backyard patio.
And outside stepped one of the most beautiful women Brad had ever seen.
She was tall with lavish, tan skin and silky, dark hair. She strolled out of the house and was dressed in a swimsuit that left very little to the imagination. The top was tight and strung across her chest, her breasts bouncing slightly with each movement she took, both seemingly big enough to barely hold in one hand. Her body continued down, her midsection lithe and smooth, some kind of oil making her radiant and bright, and towards her bottom part of her swimsuit, thin and covering very little. It seemed like it was having trouble staying on as she swayed her hips, her thighs tough and strong, and her backside ample and plump that mesmerized Brad. Her legs also shone with the oil she was coated in, both of them glistening majestically in the bright sunshine. She was glorious even down to her feet. She made her way towards a stretched out sun lounger that was set up near the end of the patio, a small white table set next to it. She seemed to have her phone in one hand, it swaying back and forth by her side as she strolled, and her other hand was turned face up as thought she was carrying something. Whatever she was carrying, Brad couldn’t see it, not that his eyes were looking at that area of her in the first place.
She approached the chair and placed her phone down onto the table. Then, she seemed to look into her hand and smiled before turning around and lowering it towards the chair. Brad felt his cheeks burn slightly as her ass presented itself to him and he could only find himself locked into an eternal gaze before snapping back to attention when she moved again. This time she turned around again, towards Brad, but looked back onto the chair. Whatever was there seemed to entertain her as she wiggled her hips from side to side a few times seductively before slowly sitting down, an ear-to-ear smile on her face, and adjusting herself.
Brad blinked rapidly a couple times to snap himself out of his trance. He couldn’t do this. He was happily married to his wife and the two had a wonderful relationship…
...at least, he thought they were.
He found himself suddenly contemplating his entire relationship with his wife. They were close, but they had started to distance themselves. Their work kept them apart and the changing society put a divide in their beliefs that had started to put a strain on their relationship. He gazed back out the window and gazed upon the tan, gorgeous beauty sunbathing next door. Just by gazing upon her, he felt his affection beginning to shift. Not to mention, this neighbor was a lot more sexy than his wife.
Outdoors, she seemed to be talking to someone, but he couldn’t hear her. She was looking at her hand again and seemed to be taking something out between her toes, off her stomach, and a couple out of her top, Brad shivering at the thought of being up close to those wonder orbs. After a moment, she turned over and placed stuff onto her ass, the only way he could describe her being thick and fat, both working their way down to his groin. He felt himself getting worked up just thinking about her. He gazed back out at her and was surprised to see she was trying to not touch herself. His face was burning as he watched her and jumped when he heard the door open.
“Brad? I’m back!” Angela called out.
Brad shook his head and focused.
“Hey” he replied, “how did it go?”
He looked back out the window just in time to see her walking back towards the house, a sense of disappointment riling up in his chest. But just before she did, she turned back and looked at his house. The two locked eyes and Brad felt his heart and groin swell. Not knowing what else to do, he smiled and waved, thinking that she’d be angry for seeing him watch her. To his surprise, she smiled and waved back, giving one of her breasts an ample squeeze and a kiss in his direction, a wink accompanying them, before she closed the door.
Brad owed Austin an apology when he’d see him next time. He was right.
For the next several days, Brad found himself gazing out the window into his neighbor’s yard more and more frequently in the hopes of seeing her soaking up the sun again. He couldn’t get her out of his mind since the moment he saw her. That gorgeous body shining brilliantly in the sun, her flowing hair draped over her shoulder, the luscious curves of her breasts, thighs, and ass and the way they bounced with each step she had taken made his face burn red with lust. Even the moments that he tried to rid his mind of her, she appeared again and again, a vision of his deepest desires and his dream woman. He was falling head over heels for her and he didn’t even know her name.
“BRAD!”
Brad jumped and felt something wet spill into his lap. His morning cereal poured all over the countertop and down onto him as he had knocked over his bowl from being startled. He jumped out of his seat and felt the cold milk run down his pants and onto his legs.
“See? That's what happens you don't pay attention to me” Angela huffed indignantly. “Did you even hear a word I always saying to you!?”
His wife was really unhappy and glared at him as he began to wipe up the mess he had accidentally made. For the past few days she had been getting on his nerves quicker and more often than usual, leading Brad to tune out what she had been saying more often. But even if he had just been ignoring her, he had an idea what she was going on about.
“How I'm never doing enough for you since we moved in?” He asked aggravatedly.
“No. See? You didn’t pay attention at all. I was actually talking about the house” she said.
Brad paused and looked at her confused.
“The house? Is there something wrong with it?”
“Not with the house” Angela replied, still fuming, “but about the house and that woman that wanted to buy it. She's been in constant contact with Austin trying to get him to convince us to move out and find another place. She even said that she had the money to get us a new place on the other side of town. Can you believe that?” She asked.
Brad was puzzled. He hadn't heard anything from Austin about such requests. This was the first time he had ever heard about this.
“This is the first I've heard of this, when did this start?” He asked.
“Just a few days after we moved in. I swear, some people in this world are just filthy assholes” she swore, stomping away to grab her bag.
“Apparently the neighboring bitch wanted the extra house for some reason. Don't know why, but I don't intend to give it to them. Right?”
She whirled around and pointed a finger at Brad who nodded rapidly.
“Good. I'm going to my appointment with our lawyer. Maybe I can find a way to get a restraining order on her and keep her filthy hands out of our business and off my property” she grumbled, grabbing her keys and heading out the door.
“And another thing,” Angela snapped around again, “apparently she's a single mother with five kids, and supposedly a few of them, including her, are those freak of nature quirkies. I don't know how such scum managed to get such living conditions. Maybe the bitch sells her body out, only thing I can think of” she spat.
Brad sighed, “I'm sure that they have some way of managing. Calling them names isn't going to help any. Just go ahead and go, maybe John can help you sort it out.”
Angela huffed and whirled out the door, slamming it shut.
“Man can she be a hag when she's mad. How does she even smile anymore?” he muttered.
Brad had begun to notice just how much his wife's attitude and behaviors were really starting to take a toll on him. He tried to remain patient with her but she just didn't seem to be trying to change herself and it was making him frustrated. She didn't even notice that what she was doing was even a problem, everything she did was some form of justified reaction to everything that annoyed her. Brad found it ridiculous that she thought that the proper response to a small mistake or to an unknown genetic mutation was to get angry and tell them to go die or something of similar vile ilk. Everything done against her was obviously something aimed at her to embarrass her or something. It was driving Brad insane.
He sighed heavily as he sat back down in his chair when suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Brad cocked an eyebrow. No one was expected today so this was a surprise. He got up from his chair and made his way to the door and opened it.
“Yes? Hel-” he greeted before the words died in his throat.
Standing before him was the gal from the other day in all her glory. Her black hair draped on the side of her head, her eyes a dark green, and her face soft and round. Brad felt himself heat up as his eyes raced down her, rapidly observing her, but trying not to stare, though it was rather hard to keep his eyes on hers. He hadn't realized just how tall she was when he first saw her, the incline between his yard to hers skewed his perception of her. What didn't change was her body. Her apparel was rather suggestive and skimpy, even with the warm weather, as her top was covered in a pink shirt that seemed to be a bit small, not even reaching past her belly button. Her breasts seem to be the cause, as her shirt was snug and tight around them. Her pants weren't much to speak of either. She wore a pair of very short, white denim shorts, the bottoms barely making to halfway down her thigh, as they, too, tightly hugged her bottom, the clothes emphasizing her luscious curves.
It took everything Brad has to not start salivating.
“Hi there” she replied, a large smile on her face, “you must be the new neighbors who moved in a while ago. Sorry for not coming to great you, I've been rather busy with some stuff.”
Brad shook his head and answered, maybe a bit too quickly.
“No no, it's no problem at all! We've just been rather busy ourselves, getting the house situated and learning the town, you know?” He said.
“Brad Anderson. My wife Angela is out doing errands right now, sorry you missed her” he extended a hand.
The gal smiled, “It's fine. I'm sure I'll meet her soon enough.”
She grabbed his hand and shook it. Her grip surprisingly strong and forceful. Brad noted just how soft and warm it was, almost experiencing a small jolt at her touch.
“And, uh, might I ask what your name is?” He asked.
“Oh! I'm sorry, I completely forgot” she laughed, her giggling making Brad’s heart swell.
“I'm Eva. Eva Bulduce” she replied “pleased to meet you, Brad.”
“L-likewise” he coughed.
She chuckled at his antics and smiled again.
“Well, Brad, the reason I came over today was that I was hoping to get to know you better. After all, we are neighbors, and I feel as though it's something that we should do” she explained.
Brad nodded, stepping to the side, “Absolutely! For sure, please come on in, make yourself comfortable.”
“Thank you” she grinned taking a step up over the drop and walking inside.
As she passed, Brad took notice of her as she entered. Her legs swung by with a divine beauty, but also a power and confidence that he didn't seem to share. She wore rather thin flip-flops that clapped against the soles of her feet as she moved, Brad feeling a strange sense when he saw her feet. Almost every inch of her was gorgeous and she was in his home. He felt his mind playing through so many scenarios before he shook them away instantly. They were inappropriate, sleazy, and wrong. He was married and he didn't know how old she was.
But one thing did stay. As he turned to close the door, he took notice of the ornament next to the door frame. He could've sworn that he had been at eye level with it when he went to open the door. Now it seemed a bit higher than before. He also remembered that Eva seemed to be a bit taller when she walked past.
Was he imagining himself shrinking?
He chuckled and waved it off, fully closing the door and following Eva down the hall to the living room to give her the tour of the house.
Brad followed Eva back into the living room, trying to keep his eyes away from her swaying hips, and made his way over towards the kitchen off the to the right side of the room. He opened the cupboard and grabbed a couple cups and then shutting it. He put each of them under the ice dispenser on the fridge, several cubes tumbling into the glasses with loud tinks and clanks, and then filling them with water. With a slight skip in his step, he returned to the living room where Eva seemed to be gazing at some of the pictures and art on the walls. He offered her the drink which she accepted with a smile and took a quick sip.
“I guess I should start with the simple questions first” Brad stated. “How long have you lived here?”
“Almost my whole life” she answered, slowly strolling along. “My family and I used to live abroad for a while. We traveled a bunch since my dad was a scientist with the military and my mom was a businesswoman. It made trying to have a childhood kinda tricky when I had to be raised by my parent’s assistants and not actually them, you know? Kids need their mommies and daddies” she looked at Brad and smiled.
Brad nodded, “Most important part of a child’s development. Sounds pretty rough.”
“It was, but thankfully we were able to find a point in our life when we could officially settle down. Thanks to the amount of money mom made in a couple deals, we could buy our house and started our lives, in a quiet little suburban neighborhood. Expected goals of the modern family, huh?” She chuckled.
“It is what they say” he agreed.
“What about you?” she asked, glancing over at him as she strolled into the dining room.
“Ohhh, I’m not all that exciting” Brad whistled, taking a sip of his drink, “I grew up in a pretty average household. My dad worked for alternate-energy companies for a couple decades and my mom worked on and off as a musician. I tried to tell her several times that punk was, in fact, dead, but I think she took it as a challenge” he laughed. “I grew up loving to write, even made attempts at getting some novels posted when I was in college, but I decided that my talents in geology would likely get me a more reliable job. Got my masters and managed to get work with a construction company. Not really surprising that I got a job that had nothing to do with my degree, so I continue to write in the meantime.”
“I see. What about your wife? What’s she like?” Eva asked, taking a sip, before putting her drink down on an end table.
Brad frowned, “Oh, Angela? She’s...a bit rough. She grew up in a pretty well established family and they expected her to follow in their tracks. She did, of course, and surpassed them. She’s really smart and equally vicious when it comes to getting what she wants” he explained.
Eva nodded, a small frown on her face, “I’m well aware. Mom met with, what was the realtor’s name, Austin? She talked with him a couple times on the phone when we tried to get this house and he told her that Angela was rather bitter. A, pardon my language, a straight up bitch and actually pretty rude. She also appeared to have some kind of radical bias against quirkies. Any idea why?”
Brad shrugged, “I honestly don't know. Maybe a former lover was one and scorned her in some way? She's never really talked about it, no matter how much I try to get her to be open minded.”
“Do you, you know, get angry at her? Or get tired of it?” She asked genty, some concern in her tone.
Brad paused and turned away for a moment. It had been something that had been in his mind for a while now, even before he first saw Eva. Angela’s negativity was sometimes contagious and embarrassing. He often had to stay back and apologize to people the had offended. In honesty, he didn't really see what he had found so appealing about her in the first place. Wait, it was the money.
“To be honest, yeah. She is getting on my nerves. I don't want to be the one to clean up the mess she makes with her vile remarks. It wouldn't hurt for her to at least feign decency, I mean, even psychos and sociopaths are able to do that. I just kinda wish that she was bigger than her money and status. And...just bigger in general, I guess” Brad mumbled.
“Well even if she is, she hasn't decided to kill someone” Eva said.
“Heh, I'm just glad that she hasn't reached that point yet” he huffed, unaware of Eva’s slight grin.
He turned back towards her, “maybe I should start thinking about taking a different kind of action regarding her? I don't know how long I can go on with her.”
Eva sighed and looked out the window. Brad’s gaze falling down towards her chest, her shirt drooping slightly to reveal just a little more chest than before.
He swallowed hard.
“Thanks for listening, Eva. I know we just met, and I'm sorry to dump this on you, but I've really needed to get this off my chest” he thanked her.
Suddenly, she turned back with a new smile on her face.
“Enough with the gloom, you said you were a writer, right? What kind of stuff have you done?”
Brad’s smile was filled with pride, “Well, I don't mean to brag, but I can write just about anything. In fact, I think my favorite story so far is…”
Eva seemed rather intrigued by Brad’s descriptions, nodding softly and keeping eye contact with him the whole time while he explained his story. Brad couldn’t help but lose himself in her jade green eyes and her soft smile when he cracked a joke. He also couldn’t help but lose himself in the other parts of what was so attractive about her. He would catch himself quickly, but he imagined himself falling into her bosom face first and experiencing what kind of warmth and divinity he would feel. When he glanced at her hips and midsection, he imagined how soft it must have felt or how strong she must have been. And her legs almost made him sweat with how lushious, long, and thick they were and what was hiding behind her skimpy pants that were hugging her so tightly.
“But yeah, hopefully I place in the competition. I just need to keep telling myself that I'm good enough to hang with the competition” he concluded.
“Absolutely! Self-confidence is key” Eva clapped.
Brad blushed slightly, “Speaking of confidence, you seem to be the type to be overflowing in it.”
Eva giggled, “And is that a good thing, Brad?”
“Well, I usually think so. Have you always been like that?”
She stood up and began walking again.
“Well…” she said chuckling, mimicking Brad.
He learned rather quickly from sharing stories with her that was a very confident and “go get them” kind of woman. She was voted her class president every year in high school, completely uncontested each time as none of her competitors seemed able to stand up to her charm and charisma. She was the popular girl growing up, the one all the boys wanted to go out with, even a few gals, Eva wasn't super picky. Smart, talented, athletic, she had it all and it just stayed with her all through college and beyond.
But what she revealed next made Brad’s mind spin and his head race.
“Of course, it all helped that I had developed a quirk.”
He froze and his smile flip-turned upside down to an agape jaw as he was stunned by the revelation.
“A quirk? You...you have a quirk?” he asked dumbfoundedly.
He thought that it was rude of him to ask that question so accusingly, but rather than being ashamed of it, Eva seemed to beam with pride.
“I do. It happened when I was younger, completely by accident” she smiled, as they had made their way upstairs, coming to a halt in front of Brad and Angela’s bedroom.
“Someone was aggravating me, I went to push them away, and then it happened” she explained stepping beside Brad and putting her hand around his shoulder.
“And then BAM! It happened.”
Brad felt a similar jolt shoot down his body that was similar to the one he experienced when he first shook her hand. It felt as though he was being shocked by a spark of static electricity, but all across his body. It was a very tingly sensation.
“That what, you had a power to give people mini shock therapy?” he joked, turning towards her again.
That was when he noticed that something was very off. When he first made eye contact with her, she was at just about eye level with him, both being around the same height. But when she walked into his house, and as they strolled along and talked, Brad noticed that she was definitely just a couple inches taller than he was. Instead of eye-to-eye, Brad came up to about her chin. As he looked her over, he also noticed that her body seemed larger too, not that he was going to complain about that, but it was strange to see. And now, he was now definitively looking up at her, his eyes equal with the top of her chest. His clothes also felt much looser than before. Part of him had realized what had happened, but he brushed it away as his infatuation and excitement about her being in his home overtook him. And now he was fully aware of what had happened.
“Wait a second, did I… Have I shrunk?” he asked looking at his hands in disbelief. He tried to pull away from Eva, but her grasp around his shoulders was rather strong.
“My ‘little’ heaven-given gift” she chuckled.
Before Brad could respond he felt another jolt run through his body and Eva’s arm growing larger and heavier around him. From the top of her chest to the midsection of her torso he shrank. Now he was fully looking up at her, the gal peeking over her breasts down at the confused man with a delighted grin on her face. In a matter of moments, Brad had been shrunken down from about six feet to about four feet.
“It’s a rather special ability. All it takes is a simple touch and I can change the size of whatever I’m holding. The longer I’m in contact with it, the more control I have over it, which reduces the risk of creating disfiguration” Eva explained to the surprised man in her clutch.
She let Brad pull away from her and he stumbled into the bedroom. He looked around and felt almost like a child at how much larger the room had become at his new size. It was average when he was normal, but with the loss of two feet, it all seemed so much larger and longer. So many thoughts ran through his head as he looked around before he turned back towards Eva and felt his heart shoot into his mouth. She was gorgeous before when they were close in size, but now that she was taller than him, she had become an even more beautiful woman. She smiled happily as she leaned against the door, her subtle movements making parts of her jiggle ever so slightly, but Brad couldn’t look away. Instead of feelings of fear, he felt amazed and excited about such a wild occurrence.
“Wow. That is very cool” he said in bewilderment.
“Of course it is, it’s because it’s me” Eva chuckled.
“R-Right, of course” Brad chuckled.
“Oh, I suppose I should mention this little bit of info, too” she said, walking towards Brad, her frame looming over his before she put her hand on his shoulder, “I can only shrink things. And I can make them go as small as I want.”
A jolt.
Brad suddenly found himself looking straight into the crotch of Eva, her tight pants revealing her thick and round thighs.
“So how do I look? Now that you aren’t trying to peak at me and think you’re sly” she said.
Brad tensed, “Wh-what do you mean?”
Eva laughed and strolled over towards the bed. She turned around and slowly sat down onto it, crossing her left leg over her right, her sandal dangling from her toes as she looked right at Brad.
“Don’t joke, little man. We both know that you’ve wanted me since you saw me in my backyard a few days ago. How much you were constantly staring at me as I rubbed my hands all along my body” she said, running her fingers seductively down her chest, stomach, and legs. “Did my luscious body drive you nuts? Did you think about me constantly? Maybe even rub one out thinking of me? Judging from how much you were staring at me as we walked around your home, I think the safe answer is yes.”
Brad knew she was right, but being called out on it didn’t hurt any less. He just smiled meekly at her, which seemed to amuse her.
“Mhm, I knew that you did. You are quite a pervert, you know? But you don’t have to feel awful, because I’m sure I’ve masturbated to myself, too” she smiled deviously and moved her hands to the bottom of her shirt. She looked Brad in the eyes as she slowly rolled it up and revealed more and more of her body to him. He was entranced at her body and gaped when she pulled her shirt over her breast and off her head, each boob bouncing as they fell back down and revealing her white, lace bra. Brad stared hypnotized as she fondled her breasts playfully.
“So what part of me arouses you the most, Brad? Is it my breasts? Perhaps my ass and thighs?” she asked as she ran her hands to her sides and began to undo her pants.
Slowly, she stood and turned towards him as she removed her shorts, the denim fabric hugging her plump thighs tightly. Inch by inch she lowered them and revealed her ass to the awestruck man. It was hefty, round, and had an ampleness to it that Brad could only dream that Angela had. Eva swayed from side to side as she leaned all the way down, giving him a sight of her white and pink striped panties that seemed to barely cover any of her nethers at all. She stood up again, slipped out of her flip flops, and kicked her pants away, the garments landing on the dresser near the window. Eva turned around again and plopped onto the bed and lifted her foot up towards him, showing off her soles to the entranced man.
“Maybe you find my feet to be sexy, too? I caught you taking glances at them as we walked around” she grinned and flexed her toes. “So what’ll it be, little baby Brad? Are you going to take this chance to play with the neighbor gal you find irresistable? I am after all...a bigger woman than Angela could ever be.”
Brad couldn't resist and began walking towards Eva. His mind was overtaken by a lustful desire for the woman who was presenting herself to him. She giggled as Brad fumbled over his clothing before he tossed the overgrown garments away and lept into Eva’s embrace. The 3 foot man felt himself warming up quickly as Eva’s larger body engulfed him and smothered him in a rough, but exhilarating, hug. His head landed directly into her breasts, her two boobs both about the size of his head, and he shivered in delight as her hand, almost large enough to cover the entire width, slowly rubbed his back gently. He tried his best to return the favor, but his hands could only cover so much of her at his current size. He didn’t know that this was something that he had ever wanted, but the warm and comforting embrace that Eva was giving him was something that Angela never could seem to provide. He sighed in bliss as Eva continued to embrace him.
“What would your wife think if she knew that you were being loved by someone like me who has a ‘filthy quirk,’ as she’d say” Eva asked, her voice vibrating Brad’s head as she spoke.
“She doesn’t have to know” Brad answered, pulling away from the embrace.
He lifted his hands and removed the wedding band that was around his finger and tossed it towards his clothing, never taking his eyes off Eva.
She cocked an eyebrow with a smile and chuckled before Brad threw himself at her, embracing her in an affectionate kiss. They shared the moment together for a few moments, each breathing heavily, as Brad unleashed the desire he had had for Eva all at once. He rubbed his hands all along her body, feeling the softness and warmth of her skin, the plushness of her curves, everything that he could. But he had one thing on his mind. The one thing that he had wanted ever since he had begun to think about her. He was not about to let it away from him.
…
Except that he couldn’t fully reach the clasp of her bra strap.
Eva laughed heartily at his attempt to reveal her breasts.
“I don’t think so, honey. Something as majestic as these can only be handled by me” she said confidently.
Before he could reply, he was flipped around and tossed up to the head of the bed where he bounced a bit. He kept his eyes locked on Eva, his heart beating intensely, as she crawled up the bed towards him, her ass swaying from side to side seductively, before she loomed over him, Brad enveloped in her shadow. She smiled and lowered herself onto his bottom half, her much bigger body easily overtaking the smaller man.
Brad could promise that he had never had a harder erection in his life.
Eva grinned as she reached behind her and, with a quick flick, her bra loosened, but didn’t come off.
“If you want it so badly, just take it off yourself” she whispered.
Brad didn’t hesitate and reached up to grab it and be rid of the distraction from what he wanted.
A jolt.
He felt it getting farther and farther, constantly out of reach, as he waved pitifully at it. He was getting smaller again and she was only getting larger and heavier. Smaller he became until he stopped at 2 feet. He was at just the right size where he couldn't get anywhere close towards her breasts. He flailed pitifully, but her larger body prevented him from budging.
Eva laughed again at his almost whimpering.
“I forgot to mention something about my quirk. I don’t have to actually touch with my hands. Any part of my body will do” she said, taking pity on Brad and lowering herself down towards him, raising her lower body, but moving her hand down towards his crotch.
As she lowered, her loosened bra fell off right onto Brad’s eyes, covering his view of her bare chest. He waved his arms around in an attempt to grope them before he jumped in surprise, making a sound almost akin to a yip.
“Mmm,” she hummed, slowly tracing a finger on his erection, her index finger almost larger than his entire throbbing erection, before she effortlessly lowered his boxers, Brad already dripping with pre.
“Were you thinking that you’d try to get into my pants with this little thing? Brad, you should’ve known the moment I began shrinking you that you wouldn’t, in any way, be able to satisfy me with...this” she said, suddenly grasping it in her hand.
Brad exhaled sharply, but no sound came out, as Eva began to fiddle around with his junk in her palm.
“Maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll actually get to be able to see me completely nude. My fat ass, large breasts, luscious curves, all of me. But for today, I’ll just give you a preview of what you could really get one day” she said.
She then began to shift around, turning around so that her ass was now above Brad. Her body still prevented him from removing her bra, not that he was actually mentally composed enough to try and get it off in the first place.
For Brad, he was having a hard time trying to comprehend what was happening or how to feel, but he did know that he was enjoying the feeling. A lot. Even as she made fun of his tiny dick he couldn’t help but feel his heart race. Her hand on his penis also made him squirm her soft hands making it feel good. In a chaotic part of his mind, he believed that if he got off with her hand on him, that sort of counted as a handjob, right?
Suddenly, there was light as her bra was removed.
And in its place was an ass the size of which he had never experienced lowering itself right onto his face.
Eva sighed as she relaxed herself right on top of Brad. The small man’s head fitting itself right between her ass cheeks and right into her good spots. She considered just grinding on his face until she was done with him, but she had a plan and needed to carry it out. She had misjudged how much she had shrunk him and if she wanted to complete what she had in mind, she’d have to reach really farther than she was comfortable with. Oh well, she thought, he was probably close enough to cumming that she could resort to plan B. Gently swaying her hips back and forth, she gently massaged Brad’s dick with her fingers. The small man wriggling under her as she lazily moved her fingers. She had played with many perverts before, but none of them seemed so pent up like Brad was. She bet that if she so much as kissed his dick head that he’d start spurting everywhere. She almost felt pity for how pathetic he was and how awful his wife must have been at putting out if just touching him was enough to send him into a frenzy. Maybe he was actually just a creep all along and liked younger women. Dudes in their 30s tended to be weird like that, she thought. But it always made for so much fun for her to see them be unable to handle her.
Right before she shrank them into bugs and dealt with them as such.
Unfortunately for her, she couldn’t do that to him, not yet. She needed something from him first and with his current state of mind, it was probably going to be easy.
“Oh shoot,” she said in sudden “surprise” “soooo Brad? It turns out that I actually have to go now.”
She grinned as he grasped her booty and held it down, probably signifying he wanted her to stay.
Just what she was hoping for.
“Sorry, little guy, but I do have some stuff I need to take care of” she continued, slowly lifting her butt of his face, Brad breathing heavily.
“If you really want me to come back sometime, though, just let me know. I’ll leav-”
“W-wait, please” Brad said.
She had him in her hands now. It was a good thing that he couldn’t see her devilish smile.
“Is-is there anyway you can, y’know, finish me...off?” he asked.
It was so pathetic, she loved it.
“I dunno,” she said, getting off the bed, “perhaps you could offer me something in return? I am a woman of standards, after all.”
“What do you want?” he replied almost immediately.
“It might be strange, but if you write in your will that should you pass, this house will be inherited to me, I will do anything for you that you want” she said.
Brad paused for a second. His body needed the relief so badly, but it was such a strange request that it puzzled him for a moment. Of all things to ask for, why that?
His penis didn’t let him think for long.
“Sure, I guess” he confirmed.
Eva smiled, “Thank you, Brad.”
She strolled over towards him and crawled back onto the bed, looming over him again, her breasts dangling above him.
“So, in return, what do you want from me?” she whispered.
Brad knew.
“I want you to come over every Friday at noon and let me fuck you. I want you to give me the sexual satisfaction that I’ve been wanting for years that Angela never could give me” he said.
“Just how bad was this bitch?” Eva thought.
“But for now, I want you to…” he looked at his cock, then almost sheepishly looking back up at her, losing all sense of confidence he just had in declaring his adultery.
Eva smiled and repositioned herself above his cock. To her, and at his size, it looked like a petite carrot, she really couldn’t take it very seriously. She had to be a woman of her word for now, though, since he had helped her in her task.
She lowered her head, opened her mouth, and began to give him a blowjob.
Brad was lost in a sudden sense of euphoria. Eva’s tongue and warm breath cascaded over him and he couldn’t help but moan slightly. She worked it like a pro and Brad watched her at work. He was in paradise and could feel the pleasure racing through him. After a few moments, he felt himself tensing up, and prepared himself.
“O-oh fuck, Eva, I’-I’m…”
He didn’t finish as he began to cum. Some of it got into Eva’s mouth. Some spurted onto her face. But the rest was left on the bed and on him. He could only bask in his afterglow when he felt her tongue again, slowly rolling up his body. She lapped up the cum that was on him. She leaned back and swallowed it, making a prominent gulp as she did.
“Hmm, for being as small as you are, you really let it all out, didn’t you?” she asked.
Brad only smiled.
“A deal is a deal” she said, getting off the bed and grabbing her clothes, “you write me into your will and I’ll make every Friday better for you.”
“Done” Brad said.
Eva smiled and put her pants and shirt on.
“Now, I actually do have to go. It’s been fun, Brad. I’m glad that we had this time to get to know more about each other.”
“Me too, Eva” he replied.
“I’ll see you soon” she winked and turned out the door.
“Wait, hold on, aren’t you going to return me to my normal size?” he called in sudden distress.
She turned her head back towards him with a sly grin on her face and a giggle.
“I can only shrink things, Brad. Growing isn’t a part of my quirk,” she watched as his face turned pale, “I can determine the length of time I want it to be smaller when I activate my quirk. The longer I want it shrunk, without me constantly touching it, the stronger the jolt. Think of it as timed shrinking” she explained.
“But-but, how long will I be like this?”
“How strong was the jolt? Did you feel it going through your body?” she asked.
“A little? Kind of like static” he answered.
She smiled, “then it’ll be only a little while. If I really want something shrunk for a long time, you’d be able to feel it in your bones.”
Brad was getting only more worried.
“Will I be back to normal by the time Angela gets home? If she sees me like this, she’ll flip out”
“If not, you’ll have to improvise” she whistled, “after all, if you get out of it, it could make for a good story.”
She blew him a kiss and winked.
“See ya, Brad” she said as she closed the door.
Brad sprinted off the bed and went to try and open the door, but a small clicking noise told him he was in for it.
On the other side, Eva smiled as she heard Brad’s pleas and walked downstairs and out of the house. It was still rather bright, but thankfully she didn’t have far to go. As she strolled over towards her house, he phone buzzed, a phone call from her mom. Perfect timing!
“Hey mom!” she answered cheerily.
“Hi Eva” a more mature, but fancy, voice replied, “how’re things at home?”
“They’re good. The siblings are out having fun so I was left alone. But I met the neighbors, finally” Eva said.
“Oh good! And what are they like?”
“I only met the husband, Brad. He’s a bit of a dork, but he means well. His wife though? From what he told me? 100% confirmed bitch, just like you said” she laughed.
Her mom also laughed on the other end of the phone.
“Well, I suppose Austin was telling the truth, then. I trust him wholly, but saying such things are pretty degrading. Glad that you are on good terms with at least one of them” she said sweetly.
“Yeah...Oh hey, I managed to do what you asked me to. I got him to get me into his will and give me the house if he dies” Eva noted.
“Oh wonderful!” her mom cheered, “Was it hard to convince him?”
“Not after some quirk usage and a little fun in the bedroom” Eva grinned.
“Oh hohoho” her mom laughed, “That’s my girl. All things are taken care of on my side, too. You should step up your game, darling, I finished my work for this weeks ago.”
“I’m also not a businesswoman specifically for that reason, I like to take my time” Eva countered.
Her mom laughed again, “Oh well, I still love you. I guess that we can go ahead and carry out the plan now.”
“For real?” Eva asked, almost excitedly.
“Yes, dearie, for real. We’ll do it when I’m back in town” her mom replied.
Suddenly, there was a cracking noise and a scream of pain from the mother’s end of the phone.
“Oops, looks like I wasn’t paying attention and broke Mr. Smith’s arm. Sorry, dearie, I need to take care of some business real quick. Someone from the C.I.A. thought that they could send a spy to my office and get info on my company…”
Another gruesome noise and another scream was heard.
“...so I decided to teach them a lesson. You know how it goes,” she finished nonchalantly.
“Yeah, I do. Need me to come over?” Eva asked, “I know how you like the job finished.”
“No no, no need, dear, this one isn’t worth...” she grunted and a thump was heard, like someone getting punched in the gut, “...the effort. I’ll be home a little late tonight, okay?”
“Alright, mom. I’ll see you tonight. Love you!” she said.
“Love you too, Eva. Bye-bye!” she said happily.
“Bye mom” Eva replied, hearing some voice seemingly pleading for mercy, before ending the call.