Fuck. . .


She was home.


And by the way she slammed the door. . . I could tell she had a bad day.



I listened to her stomp around her apartment as I stayed sprawled on the small pillow that had been designated as my bed. I continued to sketch calmly on the tiny notebook she had given me, using the piece of pencil lead I had been allowed.


I was 100% sure that she would come bursting into her bedroom. . . The room she kept me locked up in, any minute and the deadly relationship between us would take it's hideous shape.


Right on cue, the door flung open and she thundered in. Our view of each other was obscured by her bed, but I knew that favorable situation wouldn't last. I heard her slam her purse down on her long, low dresser, and rummage with something else on it.


I decided to stay put, and just mind my own business. Sometimes this pissed her off. . . And sometimes it kept her off of my back. . . I had given up trying to tip toe around her months ago and realised that if she wanted to fuck with me. . . She would.


A second later, she appeared in my field of view. I don't know why, and I wasn't about to ask, but she was already damn near naked. Whatever clothes she had come in with moments ago were gone, and she was only in panties now. Her small, pale, perky tits were on display as she stared out her bedroom window.


Then she turned to me.


"What the fuck are you looking at?!" She snapped at me. . . . Typical.



I said nothing, and continued sketching the bird I had seen outside the window hours ago. This would be the moment of truth.


"Hey! I'm talking to you!" She said, and turned to me.


Still I sketched.


I didn't need to look up to know she was standing above me now. Probably irritated.


As expected, a giant hand flashed in front of me and snatched the improvised notebook out of my hand. I looked up in time to see her crumple it effortlessly in her fist, before tossing it on the floor, and grinding it underfoot.



She watched me closely, hoping for any type of reaction but I didn't oblige. Knowing it would piss her off even more, I only reclined on my pillow, putting my hands behind my head and looked up at her, a smug look on my face.



Her face turned bright red, and I knew I had her worked up now but it was all part of her game. I prepared for it, as she reached down and snatched the pillow out from beneath me, dumping me roughly on to the carpet. She casually tossed the pillow on to her bed and continued to glare at me.



Taking it up another level, I just curled into a ball, nuzzling my head into my hands and closing my eyes. I wanted to smile, but held off as she fumed above me.


"You're such a little asshole, you know that!" She shouted at me, and I prepared for a stomp or some other type of retribution, but it never came. .


To my surprise, I felt her walk away. . .


"That's fine!" She said in a way that a pissed off wife would say it, that lets you know you really fucked up. "That's perfectly fine."


I knew it wasn't fine. . . And I knew whatever she had planned was going to be shit for me, but I didn't give her the satisfaction of chasing after her.


Instead, I picked up the shredded pieces of my notebook, trying to piece together the sketch I had worked all day on. . . . It wasn't happening. It's funny how after living with someone for 6 months, even when you hate their guts, allows you to know exactly what makes them happy, or crushes their spirit. . . This was the latter.


It wasn't so much the art, but somehow it felt like symbolism for my freedom itself. It worked to remind me of the ever present fact that I was trapped here with seemingly no way out. I'll explain where "here" is when she's not around.


. . . .and by "she", i mean Zoey. . . . A.k.a my mortal enemy.

In the 2 minutes she had been home, she'd managed to destroy a whole afternoons worth of work.

I decided not to dwell on it, and started picking up the pieces of the exchange. At exactly 1 foot tall, I was able to climb most things in Zoey's apartment, Her full sized bed included. With some effort, I crested the side, and walked over to get my pillow. It was a work, but I was able to get it back off of her bed, and on to the floor. I climbed back down, and situated it back in the corner where she had taken it from me.

I layed down on it and closed my eyes. It was then that I noticed the delicious aroma emanating from the kitchen. Zoey was cooking. . . . Which was suspicious by itself.

Men didn't like Zoey for any number of understandable reasons: She was bland looking, her body was nothing to write home about, her personality was terrible and also. . . .She never cooked. If the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, she lost her map along time ago. . . . But here she was now, preparing something amazing. . . . The whole thing stunk like a set up.

20 minutes later, she called to me.

"Dinner's ready, fuckface!" She called, in her sweetest pet calling voice.

I hated it. But I also knew if I didn't come when she called, I would regret it.

I walked slowly out of her bedroom, I down the short hallway to the living room and there she was. Sitting on the couch, tits out, stuffing whatever was making the amazing smell into her mouth. I made my way to her feet and just waited.

She finished her mouthful before she spoke to me.

"Doesn't that smell fucking awesome dude?" She asked, wiping her mouth on her bare arm.

. . . . Disgusting.

I said nothing. I didn't like talking to her most days. Only when it was completely necessary.

"I suppose you want yours huh?" She asked, putting her fork down and reaching for something on her plate.

I just stared at her, unamused, but my eyes did light up when I saw the slice of wheat bread she was holding. That was short lived.

Without even giving me a false sense of hope, she crushed me. I watched in disgust as she licked the bread up one side, and down the other. Zoey knew I was a germaphobe, and she also knew she could make me eat anything with enough force. She had me in a bad way, but still she decided to push me further.

She reached down to hand me the bread, but just as I went to grab it, she pulled it back and stuffed the whole piece into her mouth in one swift motion. I watched in horror as she began to chew, mashing the bread into a grainy, wet mess. She purposely chewed with her mouth open so I could see my dinner being prepared.

"Listen. . . I feel bad about squashing your drawing earlier so let me help you with this." She offered with her mouth full.

I had to close my eyes for a moment to keep composed. When I opened them, she put the final nail in my filthy, disgusting, mushy, coffin.

I fell to my knees as she lifted her bottle of sickening v8 vegetable juice to her lips, looking me dead in the eyes the whole time. She let out a giggle before she let the fluid enter the mix. I had to look away as she made a show of swishing the juice in her mouth, before she swallowed it and finally spit the wad of bullshit into her palm.

"This is going to be so tasty and nutritious! I'm almost jealous!" She said cheerfully as she shaped the mush into a ball of brown and red sewer shit. Finally, she offered it to me.

"Eat up!" She said, dropping it onto the dirty carpet at her feet, before returning to her own meal.

I stood my ground.

"You aren't doing anything else until you finish the whole thing, so you better get started. NOM NOM!" She informed me.

I knew she wasn't kidding either. She had forced me to eat in the past and I knew she would see it through to the end if I fought her in the least. I had a war to win, so this little battle wasn't of the utmost importance.

I swallowed my pride, and began to eat.

As disgusting as the regurgitated wheat bread with v8 sauce was, what really made it bad was the fact that Zoey more or less ignored me for the rest of the night. I knew she wouldn't let me stop eating, but she wasn't going to acknowledge me until I quit.

She is such a fucking bitch.

Finally after another 3 hours of eating against my will, she finally decided to go to bed.

"That mess had better be gone in the morning, shithead." She spat at me, before heading off to her room. I was relieved to see that she at least left her door open, so I could sleep in my own bed tonight.

"Oh it will be." I said to myself, as she turned out her light, leaving me in darkness. . .

An hour later, I finally layed down on my pillow, my work done. I couldn't wait until tomorrow.




8:46 a.m.

Zoey's alarm clock finally went off.


It woke me up too, and I was glad because I wanted to witness my hard work come to fruition. I watched as Zoey began to stir under her covers, and sit up. She slowly reached out and turned off the alarm before she froze in place, just staring at it.

"What. . . The fuck?" She said, confused.

She quickly checked her phone, which I had made sure to unplug from the charger, before I went to sleep. The screen remained black and I had to hold back a smirk as my plan had worked.

Zoey still wasn't detoured, and got out of bed and checked the clock on the stove.


8:51


"FUCK!" She shouted, and I felt the floor quake as she came rushing back into her room. Clothes flew everywhere, a blur, as she hurried to get her work clothes on. 2 minutes later she was heading for the front door. The grand finale.

Everything was going according to plan. first, I changed her alarm clock by an hour, not giving her enough time to make it, even if she rushed. The phone was an after thought, but I was glad I did it. Now, was the whole pay off.

I ran to the bedroom door and peeked around the corner. Just in time.

I watched as Zoey picked up her left work shoe and slipped it with no issue. Then she went for the right. . . .the moment of truth.

She got her whole foot inside the shoe before she realized something wasn't right.

"What the hell?" She said under her breath, and pulled her foot back out. Dinner was served. Her whole sock was covered in the mush she had forced me to eat the night before. Her face shifted to dark red as she realized what I had done.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" She screeched. I laughed as she hopped on one foot so she could take her sock off. She threw the soiled sock on the ground. Forgetting about the shit in her shoe, again she stuffed her foot in and was greeted with a satisfying squish.

I had to stifle a laugh, as she screamed with rage. Avoiding her attention, I slipped back into her room. I only heard the door open and close, followed by the lock and her foot steps running down the hall.

I'd pulled it off. Everything had worked perfectly! I knew that she would make me pay when she got home, but I figured maybe today was the day I found my way out of this prison. It seemed as good a day as any.

First things first. . . . I was going back to sleep.

That was when I heard it. . . .

Heavy foot steps coming back my way.

The door lock.

Open door


"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" Zoey bellowed, slamming the door shut.

Fuck fuck fuck! I screamed internally. What was she doing back right now? She should have been half way across the city by now.

Oh well, I didn't have time to think about it as her stomps neared the door. I dove under the bed, just in time to see her feet come into view. If I wasn't about to be literally killed, I would have laughed at the sight of her one socked foot and one bare foot.

"GET THE FUCK OUT HERE, YOU LITTLE PRICK!" she screamed as she walked into the room and straight to my pillow.

I didn't see it, but I heard her pick up my pillow and slam it against the closet door, before I felt her drop to her knees and search under her bed. Luckily I had climbed up into the frame and was out of sight when she scanned the floor for me.

I could tell that not finding me instantly demoralized her, and she pounded a fist on the top her bed before standing up.

"I'm GOING to find you! You know why?. . . . Because I called in sick today!" Zoey exclaimed from somewhere above me.

My heart immediately sank. I hadn't thought about that. Even though she apparently hated her job, and her boss. . . . I hadn't seen Zoey take a sick day in the whole 6 months she had been keeping me captive. There wasn't any reason to believe she could just do it whenever. . . . . I was completely screwed.



"That's right, dipshit! I was going to be late anyway so I borrowed Mrs. Hadley' s phone and faked being sick. . . .you know what that means. . . . . . I have all day to kick your fucking ass! There's gonna be some fresh giantess content tonight!


[Content]


Great.

That was another thing I hated about Zoey.

She was a self proclaimed "fetish model" in her free time.

That meant that at any time, she could be in her spare bedroom/studio filming any type of weird content for her clips4sale store.

Being an artist by trade, when she found out, I was forced into painting and creating sets and props for her. While I honestly wanted nothing to do with any of it, it was better than what I was promoted to.

[Content]

[Giantess content] to be exact. And of all sorts. Gentle, violent, size humiliation you name it. After the first time we realized how durable my body was, the flood gates were open.

Hearing her now, I knew I had to avoid her at all costs until she cooled down.

I could hear Zoey stomping around the living room, flipping furniture looking for me. She was small, probably around 5'6 if I had to guess, but when she was angry, she became a cyclone of destructive force that I had had the misfortune of being caught in way more than my fair share.





"I'm gonna rip your fucking arms off, you little freak!" I heard her call, as she let the couch slam back to the floor.


"Or maybe I'll put you in the torture rack for a few hours, huh?" She offered. . . . It made me cringe to think about.


[The torture rack]: a custom submission move that Zoey would use on me to really get her point across. It consisted of her either standing behind me, or sitting me on her shins. First, she would trap my tiny ankles between her big and second toes, clamping me in place. From there, she would bend at the waist, and grab my arms or hands in hers. Finally. . . She would stretch me out. With her toes anchoring me down, Zoey would push my spine and joints to the limit.


She had it down to a science. Zoey could pull my arms until dislocation, set them, and repeat the process as many times as she liked. Upon thinking about it, I really fucked up with this whole plan.


"Oh oh! How about the kiss of death until you completely pass out!" She suggested, as she had moved to the kitchen and was slamming cupboards.


Just the thought of the kiss of death made me want to vomit.


[The kiss of death]: the sister of the torture rack. While Zoey had me trapped she woul-



"FOUND YOU!" Zoey exclaimed, looking up at me from the other side of her bed. Her devilish grin was more than unsettling.

Fuck! I had been fixating on her words, and I hadn't noticed her come back in. Now I was fucked, so I did the only thing I could. . . . I dropped from the frame and waited to see what she was going to do.

As expected, she immediately reached for me, but her arm was no where near long enough to grab me. Frustrated, she got up and moved around to the other side, but unlucky for her, so did I, and I remained out of reach.

"Oh, you want to play fucking games? That's fine, I'll play!" She fumed as she glared at me through loose strands of straightened auburn hair. She stood and stepped to the end of the bed. I didn't have to see her, to know she was sliding her mattress off of her box spring.

Honestly I was surprisingly that someone as petite and weak as her was able to do it, but the mattress flopped to the floor anyway.


A second later, the box spring began to lift and I was face to face with a very angry Zoey. She held the box up with one hand, and grabbed me by my head with the other. I was dragged roughly out of my hiding spot and she tossed me to the floor.


Getting bounced off of the floor dazed me a bit, and I decided to stay down while Zoey put her bed back together. When she finished, she turned to face me.


I knew there was no talking my way out of it, so I put my arms down to push myself up, but as soon as I tried, I was hit by a freight train and smashed into the carpet. Then, she set in on me.

"What the fuck [stomp] do you think [stomp] you're doing![stomp and grind]

"Do you have any idea what would happen if I wouldn't have woken up in time?![stomp] unplugging my phone?![toe scrunching my head] and not to mention that fucking bullshit with my work shoes! [Cigarette twist on my head] they make US pay for those, idiot![stomp and twist] that's fucking $50 out of pocke-

At that point, I passed out. Thank God! I didn't feel like listening to her bitch anyway. I wasn't too worried about what she would do to my body. She has wrecked me to within an inch of my life before, but whatever chemical reactions happened in my body that day, mean I'll always heal in very little time relative to the damage.

And just like that. . . . I woke up.


Immediately I felt the extent of the damage she had put on me. My head was throbbing. My neck had a bad kink in it. My arms were jello. . . The list goes on, but it is what it is.

I peeled myself from floor and struggled to stand on my wobbly legs. I could hear Zoey walking out in the living room, and talking to herself. Cautiously I peeked around the corner.



She was still in her work uniform and was standing by the door. I was more than a little confused as she reached down, and put on her left shoe [not her work shoes] then her right. . . . . She froze with her foot in the shoe.


"What. The. Fuck!" She said, very loudly.

I watched her slowly pull her foot back out of the shoe, to see that it was covered in mush, although it didn't look exactly the same as what I left in her work shoes. My heart jumped as her head turned in my direction.


"YOU LITTLE. . . SHIT!" She spat at me, accusation in her tone.

My mind was reeling, reality blurring with dream as this whole scenario played out the same, only different.

"You're dead!" Zoey threatened, throwing her shoe to the floor. The next thing I knew, she was stomping in my direction, fists balled, but not quiet straight at me. . . . And that is when I noticed it.

The go-pro resting on a book in the middle of the floor just ahead of me. Zoey stomped loudly toward it, before bringing her foot back and punting it across the floor. It rolled about 20 times, before smacking the wall, and stopping facing downward.

Zoey pulled the camera's remote out of her pocket and hit the stop record button.

"Perfect!" She said, getting out of character.

Then she noticed me.

"Oh cool, your just in time!" She exclaimed cheerfully, clapping her hands.

I said nothing.

"So. . . .I decided that our little incident this morning would make a pretty good full length movie. . . Maybe 30 minutes this time! I already shot some POV while you were knocked out. . . Now what I need is to get some scenes with you in it." She explained, picking up the go pro.

"First, we can just pick up where I left off. In the movie, instead of me wasting time looking for you, you are out in the open watching me, ok? So I just kicked you across the room and you're laying by the wall. " she directed me.

"I think I want it to be my point of view for this. I'll do like a 3 step walk up, and you'll come into view, then I'll stomp you out and then add some exposition. " she stated like I would have no problem with any of that.

I had gone 36 days without saying a word to her, and this wasn't going to be the start, so I just turned and tried to run. I literally had no where to go, trapped in her apartment, but it made me feel good to try.

"Fat chance, pipsqueak!" She taunted from behind me, and my torso was immediately wrapped in her boney fingers. My stomach lurched as she lifted me off my feet like I was a little Ken doll, and brought me to her face.

"Alright. . . . Since in the movie, I would have just kicked you, we need to have you look dazed, and kind of fucked up." Zoey said, as she set down the go pro, and grabbed her high quality camera instead.

Before I could even fathom what she meant by that, a fist 10 times bigger than my head, collided with my face.

I was barely able to stay conscious as my ears began to ring and my vision blurred in and out. I was sure that my nose was about to start bleeding too. My head slumped limply against the finger that encircled my ribcage.

"That's perfect!" She said, praising me for my amazing "acting". "Now, just stay put and I'll do the rest. I think in this scene you need to defeated for the time being. "

I hate when she gets like this. . . I hate her literally all the time, but even more when she gets like this. It's a zone she gets into when she starts filming anything. Her mind becomes hyper focus, and she doesn't think about her actions, problem solving in the most direct and with the least finesse possible.

The perfect example: punching me in the fucking face with a fist big enough to level me.

Anyway. . . Zoey layed me down on the floor right around where the go pro had landed. She messed with her camera for a moment, setting it up before she took 3 steps back from me.

"Ok, here we go in. . . .3 . "

She only mouthed 2 and 1 before the red light on her camera turned on, signaling it was recording.

"Did you really think you could get away with that shit, you little fuck?!" Zoey spat at me, stomping the 3 steps to my feet. "You're done!" She finished, lifting her foot above me.

Again.

Again Zoey stomped me senseless, this time under the guise of filming art.

I tried to act and move my body to defend myself, but the constant onslaught of stomps made it impossible. I could only lay there, unprotected as Zoey stomped me flat. Just as I was about to pass out again, Zoey played off of it.

"Oh no you don't! It's not night night time just yet!" She taunted, setting her foot back down.

She used the view finder of the camera to get the perfect shot of her reaching down, and clutching my chest and lifting me off screen. After that, she hit the button and set the camera and my body aside.

"Nice! That is going to be such a cool shot!" She said passionately. "I can't wait to see this whole thing put together!"

Zoey walked back to her couch and tossed me aside.

"I'm gonna go change, just lay there and shake that off. I'll need you in a little while!" She informed me, before strutting to her bedroom.

"Shake it off" . . . . Yeah right. Does anyone just shake it off after being hit by a car. . . . 29 times?

I lay right where I had fallen, not moving at all. I heard her walking around behind me, but I didn't care enough to even lift my head. A few minutes later, she began to run lines into the camera, seeing what sounded best.

"Big news, you LITTLE PRICK! I called in sick today just so I can wear you out for that little stunt you pulled!" She said, trying emphasis on different words

"Huh. . . . Maybe like. . . "Can you guess who called in a favor and got the day off? . . . That's right! I just told the boss I had a little SITUATION. . . I needed to squash!"

"Yeah, one of those will work well enough." She said to herself.

"I'm going to go set up in the studio, I'll call when I'm ready for you. " she told me, before walking down the hall.

That was another thing that really pissed me off. . . . Her constant flip flop of emotion and overall perception of me. One minute, she treats me like complete garbage, kicking me around, talking down to me. . . . Then the next, she'll act like we are co-stars filming a movie that isn't ultimately about my subjugation, asking my opinion on lighting, tone and things of that nature.

I don't think it is something she does on purpose though. When she gets back from a bad day at work, or some guy stands her up on a date, all she sees is the naked little asshole who usually has something smug or smart ass to say [when I WAS talking to her anyway]. But when she gets behind or in front of the camera. . . . That all changes. . . Sort of.

I mean, she'll still stomp the shit out of me, bend me, fold me, and a whole lot of other action words that will lead to my body being toast by age 25, but after she does anything to me, she'll genuinely ask my opinion and critique, while actually taking what I say to heart. . . . It was strange, and I really don't want to think about it.

A few minutes later she called for me.

By this time, she was used to me not talking to her, but I always came when she called. This time, I stayed down, too beat to stand. Five minutes passed, and I still just layed there. She must have been focused on something else, because she didn't immediately realize I wasn't there. Another 2 minutes later, I heard footsteps.

"Did you hear me?" She asked calmly.

I said nothing.

I could feel her hot breath on my neck as she stared at me on the couch.

"Hey!" She said, a little louder. She put a finger on my shoulder and rolled me on my back.

She could tell I was down for the count, but she didn't care. When she got motivated, she would put hours upon hours into something to see it through.

My spider senses told me a fight was brewing.

"You need to stand up, so we can get this done." She commanded, her voice picking up an edge now.

I remained down.

I could hear her beginning to get upset, and I knew what was coming. . . The girlfriend speech I called it.


"You. . . You're such a lazy piece of trash you know that!" She started.

And so it begins.

"Like. . . You get to live with a hot chick,"
[That is debatable]

"You don't pay any rent,"
[Because I'm a prisoner]

"You don't have to buy food or anything"
[Because you force feed me]

"You get pussy whenever you want it,"
[You forcibly rape me]

"And all I ask for is some help from time to time. . . But that's too much to ask isn't it?" She concluded. "Because you're not a real man!"

And there it was. . . The icing on the cake. . . Delicious.

"Your bullshit is going to make this next scene so much more enjoyable for me!" She informed me, before grabbing me by the ankle and carrying me upside down into the studio.

She was already pissed, so she didn't waste any time explaining anything to me. Zoey had her desk pulled out the long way, with her camera on one end and only a number 2 pencil on the other. She walked to the side with the pencil and grabbed my dangling arms with her free hand. She released my ankle, and I was flipped right side up.

Next, she brought my back to her bare chest [panties only was her around the house uniform 99% of the time] and pulled out the waist band on her panties. Confusion began to arise as I was too big to really fit in there that way, but all was made slightly more clear when she lowered me in from the shins down and let it snap back into place.

It was meant to restrain me. Between her humiliating grip on my arms and my legs trapped, I effectively couldn't move. I tried to squirm but it wasn't happening. That is when I noticed that the camera was already rolling. We were in the scene!

By now, a million questions were going through my head. Her next move only made more as she walked to the very edge of the desk, which came to just above her waist. About level with my exposed crotch, come to think of it. . . .

Why was she. . Why was she resting my dick on the edge of the. . .

What. . . Why is she tapping the eraser of the pencil like that. .

Then it dawned on me all at once.

"Zoey wai-" was all I got out. . . . My first words to her in over a month. . . But they did no good.


The auburn haired giantess smashed my manhood under the rubber tip of the pencil. With my back to her bare stomach, she felt every jolt of my body as she began to roll the pencil between her fingers, rubbing my package raw while still crushing it into the desktop.


I fought and struggled more furiously than I ever had in my life, but her one hand, and blue panties were enough to keep me from escaping.


The camera captured it all as I went from howls of pain, to curses, to tears as the giantess pulverized me for sport. She switched from grinding, to tapping, and I immediately felt the effects.


3 taps in, I involuntarily vomited, small chunks of bread and v8 ran down my chest.


Zoey laughed above me. "Not so tough now, are you?" She asked, as much to the camera as to me. "You thought you had the balls to stand up to me, but just look where those little balls are now, huh!"


Zoey continued on, farming more screams at the top of my lungs. I imagine it felt good for her to have someone so often the source of her self confidence issues and self doubt, so firmly under her thumb.


Another particularly hard tap, was met with a second spew of vomit, coating my chest and the surface of the desk. I heard Zoey chuckle. She repeated the tap and earned another and another, until I was left painfully dry heaving. Only then did she stop her onslaught of me.


She freed my arms, and the slump of my body pulled my legs free and allowed me to collapse face first into the pool of bodily fluid I had created. I could only sputter and cough.


"Now clean yourself up!" She spat, ruthlessly before her exaggerated stomps left the room.


She was gone just long enough, that she could edit herself out when she came back in. She said not a word to me, and only grabbed the camera before she walked back out into the living room.



Holy fuck. . .


She had been rough on me before, but this was straight bullshit. I was no less beat then when she had brought me in, so I still was unable to move. I did my best to just roll out of my puddle and just layed spread eagle on the desk.


I. . . I really dont know how much more I can take. . . . Not just beating wise. . . All together. 6 months. . . 6 months I've been here. She keeps me under lock and key. Her lack of a significant social life and friends meant that she was all over me all the time. Only when she was at work was there any reprieve from her overbearing personality. I had to get out of here.



Hours later, I was finally able to stand. My stomach still hurt, and my balls were black and blue. By then, the vomit had dried on my chest and face, but my whole body felt crusty. I nearly fell climbing down from the desk, catching myself at the last moment.


It took me some time, but I eventually made my way out into the living room and was on my way to my bed when Zoey called out to me from her seat on the couch. She had her laptop open and her slender bare feet on the coffee table.


"Hey Preston, come here a minute!" She said casually.


I only gave her a dirty look [I don't know if she could see it or not] and rounded the corner into her room.


Right away I heard her laptop close and felt the force of her steps coming for me. Knowing I couldn't handle anything more, I dropped to my knees, and cowered with my hands over my head. She came to a stop with her big feet on either side me.


"Hey, what's your problem? I asked you nicely!" She said to me like she was resolving a conflict with a friend.


This is where the disconnect between her actions and her thoughts lived. This girl who had just most likely sterilized me with a fucking eraser, now had the audacity to ask me for anything. . . . Then question why I gave her the fuck you.

I remained curled and shaking as this grizzly bear of a woman sniffed around her prey. She nudged me with her toes, but I didn't react.

"I just want you to see what you think of my edit. . . I added some new special effects to it." She informed me, quietly but proudly.

I only shook my head no, and continued to shake it.

"Jesus! Ok, fine!" She relented. "At least let me wash you off or something."

She reached down to grab me by my ribs, and I flinched and flattened my belly to the carpet to get away from her. Zoey withdrew her hand and just stared at me, unsure of what to do. It felt like when you step on a pet's tail.

"If you don't stand up, I'm gonna st-" she began but stopped herself. "You're such. . . You're so . . . "

She was struggling. . . . Struggling internally with her inability to deal with situations nonviolently. She physically had to restrain herself from hurting me any further.

With a stomp of her foot, she turned and walked back into the living room. In peace and quiet, I finished my trek to my bed and collapsed face down.


I awoke the next morning, feeling a whole hell of a lot better. To my surprise, my whole body had been washed clean, and I smelled fresh. I had no recollection of her fucking with me last night, but I guess I'm alright with it. It beat being covered in dried puke.

As I sat up, I also noticed that there was a fresh stack of paper, cut to my size by my bed. . . . She was trying to butter me up. To top it all off, she had left her bedroom door open for a change.

Looking at her alarm clock, I saw that it 9:27. She had been gone for a while and she never came home for lunch so I had at least until 5:30 all to myself. Although my body was still tender, I wandered out into the living room. There, Zoey's gifts continued.

On the floor, she had left a paper plate with some slices of meat and cheese and the t.v. was on for me. All nice gestures, but I was still furious with her. It was time to make moves, and see to it that she burned.

First, I stuffed my aching stomach with all the food. There was no point in scheming with an empty stomach.

Being here this long, I knew there really wasn't any way out on my own. I would need outside help. The problem was, from what Zoey had told me there were no neighbors on either side of her apartment nor below. I don't know the details, but apparently she lived in an apartment geared toward the elderly and everyone had recently been either moved, or passed away. It was the perfect situation for holding somebody prisoner.

On top of that, her apartment only had one window that faced the street and after studying for an hour, I realized that nobody ever took the sidewalk in her neighborhood.

Problems. . . Serious problems.

It seemed the only way out was the front door. Things to think about.

I spent the rest of the day, lounging on the couch and just drawing anything and everything. It was therapeutic for me. As the day wore on, my body began to feel even better and by the time 5:30 rolled around, I was about 88%


I heard Zoey stomping down the hall and the key in the door. She swung it open and slammed it shut. . . . Another bad day.


She gave me the stink eye as she walked through the living room and went into her room, closing the door behind her. I thought I could hear her sobbing, but it wasn't like I actually cared. An hour later she emerged.

Her red face and smeared make up confirmed that she had been crying. Instead of her normal attire of panties, she had on a wife beater, sweatpants and fuzzy socks. Zoey walked over to the couch and sat down heavily on the side opposite myself.

We sat in silence for a bit, but I could tell from her body language she wanted me to ask her what was wrong. . . I declined. My small shoulders were none to be cried on, and I personally didn't give a shit what she was going through. I knew it would be something along the lines of "my boss is such an asshole!", a story I had heard a million times before. I could only feel so bad for a person in her position at all, on top of the fact that she didn't just quit her job and get over it.

After the 4th or 5th deep sigh, she was sick of waiting and just began to speak.

"You know, you men can really be unappreciative bastards you know that?" She stated out of nowhere.

I didn't take the bait and continued to sketch the living room as seen from my spot on the couch.

"It's like. . . You work hard. . . Get to work early. . . Stay late. . . And guess who gets the fucking promotion?. . . . The new guy! The bosses "new best friend!" She ranted.

She stared at me, apparently waiting for some type of response, but I remained silent. I guess this course of action was unsatisfactory, because she immediately shifted gears and focused on me.

"Well?" She Asked like She was expecting something. .

"Well what?" I asked her back.

She rolled her eyes in irritation. "Well aren't you going to thank me for everything i did for you today?"

I only chuckled and continued to draw, looking up at the room.

This pissed her off.

"What's so funny!?" She challenged, glaring at me.

I took a deep breath and chose my words carefully.

"What's so funny, is that you stomped the fuck out of me. . . Twice, then destroyed my fucking balls with a pencil eraser until I vomited, then continued past that until I COULD no longer vomit, and only then did you leave me to "clean myself up"! Now, you're here asking for a thank you because you did maybe 10 minutes worth of work in my name. . . . . Well let me tell you something. . . You can fuck right off with that load of bullshit!" I stated, my tone ice cold.

Her faced turned the tell tale shade of red. Retribution was incoming, but I was unphased. At this point, I had ceased giving any shits about it.

She didn't even bother to threaten, and just reached for me, looking to grab my ankle.

"See, here you go! Just gonna bully your way through this huh? This is probably why your boss doesn't respect you. You're a real piece of trash. Your tiny, fucked up mind doesn't make the connection between how you act, and why people don't like you. If you got that handled, you could probably make some actual friends. . . Who knows. " I tore into her with a vengeance.

She froze, her hand just about to grab my leg. She withdrew it, and stood up. She had tears welling up in her eyes now. I wanted to make her cry. . . . I really did. She stood, just looking down on the little man who had just kicked her ass.

Without her noticing, I switched paper sheets, and got the beginning frame work of her standing there, trying not to cry. It was very rough, but I would clean it up and have an amazing picture of this. A moment later, she turned and walked away, back to her room. She flopped down on her bed, buried her face in her pillow, and let out a muffled scream that I imagine would have been ear piercing if not for the pillow.


The rest of the night, and the rest of the week for that matter, were uneventful. Zoey left me alone and straight up avoided me all together. She spent 90% of her time in the studio with the door closed doing lord knows what. Whenever I would enter a room, she would immediately leave and go somewhere else, not even laying a finger on me.


I also noticed that she wore clothes the entire time now, except when she slept. I guess I never realized that she only ever did that for my benefit because I hated her guts. . . . You learn something new every day.


We lived in peace that way for an entire week. I thought about asking her to let me go, but when she wasn't constantly tormenting me, the situation wasn't that bad honestly. I have to admit. . . That as a struggling artist outside these walls, I wasn't always the best at keeping a residence, and the night I actually met Zoey, I had just been kicked out of my art studio when the landlord found out I was squatting there.



Oh well, nothing to dwell on now. I heard Zoey walking up the hallway. . . .



She unlocked the door, but to my surprise, she actually had a smile on her face when she strutted in. Zoey set her purse down reasonably, and walked to her room, shutting the door gently. I thought the whole thing odd, but good for her that she didn't need to be an angry bitch her entire life.



A few minutes later, she came out, in her sweatpants and tank top, and started cooking dinner. An hour passed and the smell only got better and better. My mouth watered as I watched her shoveling food onto her plate. I. . . I had to have some.


I slid my way off the couch, and walked humbly to the kitchen. I knew I was going to swallow my pride if I wanted any chance of getting some good. Zoey glanced over at me, and just as I was about to ask, she moved every last bit of food to her highest shelf, far out of my reach, before politely stepping around me and going back into her studio.



Damn. . .


The passive aggressive snub was almost worse than her being bitchy. With an empty stomach, I moped back to the couch and continued drawing. The worst part of it all was that the smell just lingered in the air, reminding me of what I wasn't eating.


A while later, Zoey opened the studio door and came out. She was holding her camera on the mini tri-pod and it appeared she was vlogging. . . . That was new. .



"So. . . Great news guys! That little jerk I was telling you about, the bosses little brown noser. . . Well he fucked up big time today and I got to watch my asshole boss fire him! It was so good! I thought both of them were gonna cry!" She said as she walked into the kitchen and set her dishes down.


"And that isn't even the best part! After he fired him, he came to me and had to give me the promotion I should have gotten from the start. It totally killed him to do it. . . I loved every minute of it!"


I had to say. . . I hadn't seen her this happy since I'd been here. I still hated her, but I was. . . . I guess. . . Happy?. . . For her?



She signed off the vlog in the kitchen, and was walking back to the studio, when she caught the transition from linoleum to carpet and stumbled. Without thinking, I burst out laughing. It was nothing personal, I would have laughed at anyone. . .



Zoey caught herself and just stared at me for a second, then continued on to the studio again.



Odd. . . .


I settled in, and began drawing a woman I saw on t.v., when I heard footsteps coming up from behind me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Zoey. . . . .only she was back to panties only and was headed straight for me.

Upon entering the hallway for the first time in 6 months I immediately realized 2 things. 1: It was pitch black outside. And 2: it was pouring rain. While each element would cover my travels to wherever I was going, being naked didn't help anything. I decided to weather the storm inside tonight.


I walked to my right, the way I had always heard Zoey's footsteps coming from and the first thing I came across was an apartment was a utility closet. I was pleased to see that the door was open and I shimmied my way inside.


It was dark inside aside from the sliver of light from the hallway but I successfully felt my way into what seemed like a decent hiding spot should Any one happen to open the door, which was lucky, because a moment later I heard footsteps coming from the way I had came.


Zoey.


Judging by the time it has taken, it had been just long enough for her to regret her decision, put some clothes on, and come out looking for me. She neared the closet, and I worked to hide myself further, but she just passed by. It was a little odd, but then again so was she.



I made myself comfortable, realising how late it was. I literally had just sat around all day, but going out in a storm was a shit idea so I decided to gather my thoughts and make a game plan tomorrow.


I faded in and out of sleep over the course of the next 3 hours. Only when I heard footsteps approaching did I wake completely.


This time, the closet door did open, and I could see Zoey's silhouette, soaked to the bone. She only glanced around quickly before she gave a defeated sigh, and walked away, leaving the door wide open. It was a little irritating trying to sleep with the light flooding in, but I made do and passed out for the night.



The next morning, I woke up to find it was still pouring outside. I sat and waited and what I imagine was 45 minutes to an hour later, Zoey passed by again on her way to work.


To set the record straight, I really wasn't hiding from or avoiding her. The fact that she wanted me back was irrelevant. Even if things went horribly for me out here, I couldn't have gone back anyway. This was the first time in 6 months that I had even had a glimpse of freedom, so I couldn't waste it.


Once I was sure she was gone, I climbed out of the closet and made my way to the stairwell. It took some doing, but a half hour later I was on the floor at the front door of her building. . . Now how to open it. . . .



First, I tried outright strength, but I was far too weak. I would have to hide until somebody came in and try to slip out. It seemed like forever before a girl who looked about my age came walking out of her apartment. She had on a rain coat and was holding an umbrella. I hid behind a corner in the wall and watched as she stood by the door, preparing to make a run for her car.


It was crazy to think about, but she was literally the first human I had layed eyes on in person in the last 6 months. It made me think about all my friends and family. Zoey had taken so much from me. Who knows what the final toll actually was of her.


I didn't have time to contemplate it, as the girl made her run. The door swung open far enough, then closed fast, then slowed. I sprinted for the opening and lept for the gap.



I let out a gasp as the cold rain hit me. It was hard to breathe. I hadn't really thought it all the way through, but I was outside at least. First thing first, I had to figure out where I was. I had seen Zoey's address 1 million times before [1427 West Addison street #32] but it never really meant anything to me, but now that I was outside, it seemed somewhat familiar.


I felt like I knew someone in this area, but I couldn't remember who exactly. To keep warm, I began to jog, sticking to the shadows, although there was nobody walking the street at all, possibly because of the rain. I was pretty out of shape, having just lazed around for the last 6 months, so jogging long distance was out of the question.


It took some time, and a lot of hiding from the rain, but eventually I was 5 blocks from Zoey's apartment. That was when I realized who i knew in the area.


Cadence Simpson.


Cadence Simpson was a fellow "struggling artist" I had known since I moved out of my parents house 3 years ago. I say "struggling" because her parents were filthy rich, and Cadence had access to daddy's money when she wanted it. She only struggled when it was convenient for her, and I gave her shit for it constantly.


I was pretty sure she lived in this neighborhood in a renovated warehouse her dad had bought for her, and 3 hours later, I finally saw her Porsche 911 turbo outside on the street. It was going on late afternoon by this time and I was drenched from head to toe.


I had an uncontrollable shiver now, and hypothermia was a real possibility for me. I needed to get inside. I walked up to the heavy front door that led to a walkway for Cadences large apartment. It had a doorbell, but I was far too small to ring it. I did remember there being a swing up window on the side that Cadence left open for her friends when she was out of town.


You had to crawl on your belly to get in when you were full sized, but I easily slipped through at my size. It went into an open room with a few of Cadence's sculptures inside as kind of a cool little gallery. I walked past the items in the room, and out into the hallway. Across it, was the sliding steel door that acted as her front door.


I took a deep breath as I stood outside it. Just as I hadn't seen anyone else in 6 months, I also hadn't talked to anyone else in 6 months. I was seriously nervous. Part of it was straight anxiety but part of it was Cadence's personality. . .


I lifted my hand and was about to knock, when the door slid open before I touched it and I was knocked to the ground by what felt like a tree trunk.


"What the fuck?" Cadences said as she saved herself from falling directly on top of me. She stood up and looked down at me. Her jaw dropped.



She looked like she had seen a ghost. Her face went paler than normal and she took a step back in awe. I was determined for things not to be different between us, so I walked past her and into her apartment.



"Cadence, I'm staying here for awhile." I said matter of factly.


She turned around slowly, a blank look on her face. Forgetting to close the sliding door, she walked to where I was drying myself off with a corner of a blanket on a bench.



"Pre. . Preston, what the fuck!" She said under her breath, her blue eyes burning into me.


"Well are you going to just stand there staring at me, or are you going to close the door and show me to my room?" I asked, smirking.


"Preston. . . You can't be here like this right now! You're. . . You. . ." She stammered.


"I know. . . . It's a long, fucked up story that I will tell you once I warm up and get something to eat." I told her.



"Uhh yeah. . . Something to eat." She said, unsure of what she should make as I followed her deeper into her humble "apartment"


It was more like a suite. It was huge and the perfect blend of high class and industrial.


I couldn't help but let my eyes wander over Cadence's body as she walked. It was a work of art by itself. From top to bottom she had long sandy blonde hair that reached down to the middle of her back. In the front, she always had her bangs over her right eye as part of her style. It was a shame because her eyes were gorgeous.


They had an unnatural electric blue color to them, and I always told everyone they were contacts but I knew it was all her. Down from that she had a cute upturned nose, and for whatever reason, her chubby cheeks were always rosey. Her plump lips usually had red lipstick on them and were forever configured in a slight smirk like she was always the smartest person in the room.



Cadence was a thick girl, but not excessively so. It worked well with her height, which was 5'11. If I was guessing, she probably weight about 170 or 180. I never asked. It's not that she wouldn't straight up tell me if I asked, but that she kind of intimidated me even when I was full size.



She was one of those rough friends who put you in head locks and tried to hit her guy friends in the nuts all the time. She was abbrassive I would say. . . . But she did it on purpose and that was what irritated me about her most times.



I was snapped back into the real world as we reached her kitchen. It was probably the most modern part of her whole place, with all new counter tops and appliances. It was a far cry from what I had grown used to over the last half a year.


I was startled as she turned to face me. .


"So what the hell Preston!? You. . . You disappear out of nowhere for months, then just show up on my door step and you're fucking tiny!?" She said, folding her arms and looking down at me.



"Food first, then the story." I reminded her.


"No. You don't get to just turn up in the middle of a storm, tiny, and expect me just to be ok with it. I want the story now." She stated, now putting her hands on her hips.



I knew I didn't have a choice.



"Ok. . . But just know that it's not really something I WANT to talk about and relive." I said as I climbed up on a stool she had lining a long counter adjacent the kitchen.



And so I began. . . . .





"So wait! What do you mean a "fetish model". . . Like feet or something?" Cadence asked, trying to grasp the concept.


"Yeah. . . It's not ONLY feet though. It could pretty much be anything. " I explained.



"And she makes her own videos, and sells them?"


"Yeah. She has an online store." I answered, as I watched my food cook on the stove.

"What's it called, I NEED to see this!" She responded, getting excited.

"No you don't NEED to see it. She took advantage of me so many times it's not funny. Plus, I know you can't keep your mouth shut about anything." I responded, looking away from her.

"I'm going to find it regardless of what you say. There can't be that many "Zoey's" with fetish stores, can there?" She asked, grinning.

This was typical Cadence. She thrived on doing whatever she knew would bother a person. She was a great and generous friend, but she was also a fucking asshole.

"Is my food ready or what?" I asked, rudely motioning to the stove.

"Just about. . . I just have to add the special ingredient that all the little assholes get!" She said, and she made me flinch as she dangled a loogie over the pot of ramen noodles. My eyes got embarrassingly big when I saw her do this, and she burst out laughing at me.

"You really think I would hock a loogie into your ramen noodles Preston?" She said, her eyes focused on me.

"Yeah! Yes I do. . . ." I answered flatly.

"Meh, you're probably right!" She shrugged. "But since you seem to have had a rough last couple months, I suppose I can let you slide this time. " she finished.



"Can you eat these things whole, or do you want me to cut them for you?" Cadence asked, genuinely.


I only blushed, afraid to ask as she stood in front of me with the bowl-full.


"God, you're so cute when you're all embarrassed like this!" She said as she pulled out a drawer close to her and grabbed a salad chopper. In short order she had my noodles chopped to a manageable size before she dropped the bowl in front of me.


I wolfed them down like I hadn't eaten in days, because honestly I hadn't. Whenever I got into a fight with Zoey, starving me was always part of the punishment whether she was in the wrong or not. Like a well trained husband, I quickly learned just to agree with her from the start when I sensed a fight coming for my own sake.



Cadence just watched me with a mix of pity and distain for the animal I had become. She had no idea what I had been through over the past 6 months.


"Preston. . . . Was it. . . Was it really that bad over there? At that girls apartment?"



Cadence moved the hair out of her face, and stared at me eye to eye.



"Sometimes it was, sometimes it wasn't." I said, keeping my answer intentionally short.


I could tell it wasn't good enough for her.


"That's it?" She asked, obviously unsatisfied.


"Yeah." I said, as I finished the ramen in record time, wiping my mouth.



"Seriously, I don't want to talk about it." I added.



I knew she would push it and I was right.


"She just starved you or what? "



I sighed a deep sigh.



"More or less. . . . It was punishment for any little infraction. One of the last times. . . She had a bad day at work, which was normal. All I did was not let her get under my skin when she tried to fuck with me. So she goes out and starts cooking right? . . Makes this amazing meal just to spite me. She called me over to where she was eating and acts like she was going to give me this piece of bread. I hate germs and she knows it, so she fucking stuffs the whole piece in her mouth and chews it all to hell. . . . . Then she puts fucking that v8 vegetable juice in her mouth too. . . ."



Cadence cringed. She knew where the story went from there.


"And it wasn't like. . . "Here you go, take a bite". . . She made me eat until it was all gone. . . . It's like eating a solid mass the size of a beach ball." I explained.


"Did you do it?" Cadence asked, completely taken with the story.


"I didn't have any choice. . . When she did shit like that, she physically wouldn't let me do anything else until I finished. I had to eat that disgusting shit for 3 hours before she finally went to bed. "


Cadence was silent.


"Her attitude rubbed me the wrong way that night. . . So I tried to retaliate. . For the sake of not getting my spirit crushed like that. . . So I used a plan I had been working on, but she. . . Outsmarted me, and beat the shit out of me for it. . . . Used the incident to film a video. . . "



"What do you mean she made a video? . Of her kicking your ass?" She asked, shocked.



I only nodded.


Cadence had a look of disbelief on her face.


"Don't you want some type of retribution for yourself? "


It felt like she wanted me to stand up for myself.


"It's not like that. . . . . . . Close your eyes."


"What?!" She said, unsure of what I wanted.


"Just close your eyes. It's fine." I assured her.


"Ok. . . . Now picture somebody as tall as a 5 or 6 story building. . . . "



"Ok. . " she said, her eyes closed.


"Now picture trying to affect that person in any significant way when they keep you hungry and flattened, 90% of the time." I concluded.



I could tell when she opened her eyes. . . Cadence understood me.




We spent the rest of the day getting me clothes and just being lazy. She set me up with one of the 4 extra bedrooms that her warehouse had to offer and made sure I felt at home before she left me to my own devices for the night. I honestly didn't sleep that well that night, but I was so thankful to my friend.

That night, I had various dreams about Zoey. Nightmare after nightmare as she put me through my paces. From stomping me to death, to rubbing my naked body on any and all conceivable body parts, forcing me to cum and cum until my mind shut down completely.


But the time I actually woke up, my body ached from what, I didn't know. The power of the human mind I guess. The dreams seemed so real.


I put on a set of clothes and made my way to Cadence's "living room" which was really a wide open room with 2 story ceiling. The thing about her place, was that some parts felt nothing like a warehouse, then other areas felt exactly like the warehouse. A lot of time and money went into the place and it showed all over.


I found her sitting on her couch in shorts and a tight t-shirt that showed off her curvy form. It was hard not to stare after getting used to seeing average to below average Zoey all the time. Cadence was on her laptop focusing hard on something and didn't notice me until I was right in front of her.


When she saw me, she immediately closed it, revealing her trademark smirk. I was instantly apprehensive.

"Umm. . . Good morning?" I said, almost as a question to whether or not it was going to be a good morning for me.

"Good morning!" She answered, her grin widening.

I climbed up on to the couch next to her, and stretched out. That's how pretty much every day around Cadence was. She lived off of her parent's money so there was no need to work. She really only sat around and worked on sculptures all day, and when she was able to sell one, it was more about the satisfaction then the money.

"Why are you grinning like that? . . . It's fucking creepy." I said to her, as I took in the sunshine from the skylight her dad had installed in the roof. It was nice to see the storm was over and I honestly felt the same way about my ordeal. I was back in friendly territory and could go "home" at any time. Not that I was even ready to talk to my parents again.


"Oh. . . No reason. I just happened to find an interesting little store online that I'm pretty excited about! I think it was called. . . " she pretended to think, putting a finger on her chin. . "Zoey's fetish tidbits" she said, somehow her grin getting even bigger.


I wasn't surprised really. I knew she wouldn't listen to me. She never did, and that was what made her who she was.

"And?" I asked, annoyed.

She flipped open her computer again and started searching through video files.

"Well. . . I started out just buying one. . . . "Giantess?" Clip I think it was. . . Idk, it was just the top clip in the top 5." She explained.


I could feel heat in my face and I knew it was gonna turn red.


"And?" I asked again, trying not to lose my cool on a friend.



"Honestly. . . . Aside from the fact that it was happening to you. . . .that part was a little unsettling, but other than that i would say it's pretty fucking hot!" She said, trying to choose the right words.

I looked in her exposed eye, and I could tell she was being truthful with me.

"I mean, SHE was no looker, but with the right 2 people in a scene. . . I think I could get into it." She further articulated.

"Which one did you see?" I asked, ashamed.

"Well I've since bought them all, but I started with the one you said she made after you pranked her. "Little prick something or other" . . . . "

Her smile faded.

"Is that really how that whole thing happened?" She asked, serious now.



"Sort of. . . She really did call in sick just to beat me up that day. . . Only. . She stomped me off camera first out of anger. . I passed out and when I woke up, she was just filming it, with herself controlling the narrative this time.


"That's kind of fucked up, isn't it?" Cadence asked, looking at me for confirmation.


"I didn't have any say in it. That's the downside of being small. No matter if she was right or wrong. . .She was right. " I said, flatly.


"Preston, you can't just let her get away with that. I watched all of her videos. . . I still don't understand how you are even alive after all that. . . . . Not to mention the eraser. . "


"It's my body. . . It somehow handles the damage and heals pretty quickly. I don't know why really." I said, shrugging my shoulders.


Cadence looked like she was just thinking that detail over. It honestly made me nervous and it must have shown on my face because she commented on it.



" You can relax, I'm not going to hurt you or anything!" She said, defensively.


I don't know if I truly believed her, but I had no other option right now. It could always be worse.


"I'm serious Preston!" She reiterated. "I can tell by that look on your face that you don't believe me!" She sounded almost hurt.


"I believe you! It's just that you're pretty much KNOWN, for doing exactly the opposite of what people want you to do. . . All the time. . " I said, treading lightly.


"I. . . . I do not do that!" She shouted, getting flustered.


"You uhh. . You remember that time I told you not to go looking for Zoey's clip store?" I asked, with a smug smirk.


She knew I had her and she rolled her visible eye.


"Fine, I do! But not this time. . . " she was quite and got serious.


"If I'm being honest. . . . If you gave me permission. . . I WOULD crush you. I won't lie and say the idea doesn't turn me on. . . A lot." She said sheepishly.


I just looked at her as she shared this intimate information with me.


"The though of being able to squash a grown man under my feet on a whim. . . It's empowering, you know?" She admitted, her eyes closed, picturing it and I noticed her hand briefly stroke the front of her cotton booty shorts.


"I can't forgive her for taking you against your will and abusing you for 6 months, but if there was consent there and you were both into it. . . . I think it could be a beautiful thing." She finished.



There was silence as we both just layed on her couch, enjoying each other's company. After 20 minutes, she spoke out of the blue.



"Preston. . . . Let's start a clip store." She said like a little kid suggesting a lemonade stand.


"W-what?" I stammered, not believing my ears.


"Yeah! You said that Zoey's clip store is super important to her right? Well what if we made one and made it better than her's in every way, just to say "Fuck you!". She said, sitting up and looking at me hopefully.

"Cadence. . .listen. . . I really don't want to be right back into that a day after I escape it, you know. . . Like I would love to take her down a peg, but . . Getting beaten up and humiliated by someone else is just as bad. "

"What if. . . What if we made gentle clips?" She offered, almost pleading.

I admit that the urge to want to make my friend happy was strong, but I also knew that Cadence was a master of evoking that urge in people. Many times I had been roped into stealing property for her sculptures with her Jedi mind tricks. I had to talk her out of it.

"Cadence. . . There is a lot more that goes into it then just doing it, ok? You need at least one good camera, decent lighting, editing software if you want to save money on having someone else do it. . . ." I began.

"Well just tell me everything we might need, and I'll order it today! Over-night it and we could have our first video out by sunday!" She exclaimed, getting excited.

I still really didn't want to go down that road and she could tell.

"Please! Please, please please! If you get uncomfortable with it, we don't have to do it, I promise!" She begged.

. . . . . I couldn't believe I was actually considering it. . .

"Fuck! . . . Ok fine! I'll help you. . . But if it brings up ptsd, we stop. . .IMMEDIATELY." I said, emphasizing that I still wasn't perfectly fine with the whole thing.

"Yes!" She shrieked in a super girly way. To my surprise, she came bounding across the couch and gave me a huge hug, squishing me with her sizable tits. "I'm gonna go take a shower, then I'll take you to the doctor like I said I would, then we can order everything!" She said as she released me from her embrace and stood up. It was awkward for me to see her that happy but it felt good.

45 minutes later, we were in her car, headed to her doctor. I really didn't know what to expect, but she assured me she wouldn't let anything happen to me. She had booked the appointment under the guise that she herself needed help, then she would spring me on her doctor behind closed doors. . . . Typical Cadence.


Cadence kept me hidden inside her big purse while she filled out all of the paperwork for the appointment. 20 minutes later, I heard her talking to her doctor before light flooded in on me, and Cadence's face was above me. I let her grab me around the chest, and lift me from my prison.

Immediately there was a gasp, and I looked over to see a female doctor who appeared to be in her 40s looking at me, wide eyes, and hand covering her mouth in shock. She studied me more intensely than either of the girls had so far.

"How did this happen?" She asked, her tone harsh. "This is incredible!"

I told the doctor my tale as she inspected me with a fine tooth comb. I was made to strip, which wasn't a big deal after being naked for the last 6 months, and she took my height, weight, and a sample of my blood. An hour and a half later, we were able to leave.

Cadence suggested I call my parents, but I didn't think I was ready for that emotional journey just yet. The whole "son back from the dead" premise was over-done anyway. I would get there eventually.

We spent the afternoon spending a ridiculous amount of money on gear to open a clip store that I woke up not knowing I needed. 3 grand later, everything to make top notch videos was on the way.


"Are you really sure you should have spent that much money on something you don't know how to do?" I asked, only being realistic.


"Well hands on is the best way to learn, isn't it? Plus I have the best co-star in the giantess community on my side, right? I think it will only be a couple weeks before we are number one."


"I just mean like. . . Won't your dad be upset with you for spending 3 grand in one sitting? "


"Eh, probably. When he does, I usually just get in his face and bully him a little bit and he backs down. He's totally scared of me!" Cadence explained, grinning.


This was the girl who wanted to make "gentle videos". . . . Yeah right.



"Anyway. . . I'm bored! Let's see what you're little ex-girlfriend has been up to!" She said with a smile. A moment later, she had her laptop and was searching for Zoey.



"Oooh, two new clips Preston! I'm gonna buy em' ". Cadence shrieked with joy.


"I need some time alone, can you let me into your studio?" I asked, sliding off the stool by her kitchen.


"Oh come on! You're no fun!" She whined as she stood up and led the way to her studio. The lay out of her warehouse was pretty convenient. When you came in through the front door of it, her living quarters was on the right of this hallway and her gallery was the first door on the left. Next to the gallery on the left side was her studio. It was full of half finished sculptures she was working on and random piles of junk she had drug home to use in future sculptures.


Besides sculptures, a lot of her friends were painters and a lot of the artists in the city were like me. . . . That is, without residence sometimes, so when they crashed at Cadence's place, she had canvases and paint supplies on hand for them too. Right now, I just needed to get away from Zoey and her videos, so I decided to make something that would take my mind off of her.


I don't know why, but I found myself thinking of her a lot more than I thought I would. Not necessarily positive thoughts, but thoughts none the less.


We got to the studio, and Cadence slid the door open and turned on the lights. She showed me where everything was, and turned on the radio before leaving me alone to paint.


I stared at the blank canvas and all I could see was Zoey. I knew I wasn't about to start painting her, but I was a little big curious as to what she was doing right now. I could tell by the types of videos she posted, how she was feeling so I guess I could keep tabs on her if I really wanted to.


I just hoped I wasn't working on a mild case of Stockholm syndrome. I did help her make money, and raise the quality of her content, but it was always in my best interest to keep her happy while I was there. Thinking back to her mood swings and temper made me cringe. . .


I really thought I was in the mood to paint, but I just couldn't get into it. I walked out of the studio and back into Cadence's place. I found her on the couch with her head phones on, watching something with an almost hazy, glazed look in her eyes. She actually didn't even seem to noticed me walk up.


When she finally did notice me, she seemed to snap out of her trance and paused whatever she was watching in a hurry.


"Are you. . Alright there?" I apprehensively.


"Uhh, yeah! I was just umm. . ." She stammered, her face turning red as she thought of something to say.


"Shouldn't I be the one who just sits around, masturbating all day?" I asked with a smirk.


That. . .that isn't what I was doing!" She snapped, closing her laptop all together.


"Then why are the front of your shorts soaking through right now?" I pointed out, casually.


Cadence looked down and shrieked when she saw I was telling the truth.


"Fuck!" She shouted, standing up immediately.


I couldn't help but laugh at the whole thing. Her face was beat red and there was a wet spot on her leather couch.


"Oh shut the hell up!" She shot at me and she purposely knocked me over with her leg on her way to change her clothes.


It pissed me off, but I wasn't about to stand up to her. When she was out of view, I curiously opened her computer, although I was pretty sure what I would find.


I was right.


I immediately recognized Zoey's living room. . . The scene was the last time I had seen or talked to her. Cadence had only gotten through half of it, but it was for the best. In 2 clicks on the mouse pad, I deleted the video, then shut the computer again.


Just then, cadence came walking back down the stairs. Her face was still red, and she was wearing a different pair of shorts.


"You get that little situation handled?" I asked, smugly.


She just glared at me and walked right past me. I followed her.


"So what about the video turned you on that much? Was it my rock hard body or. . . Maybe Zoey's beautiful face? What are we talking about here?" I teased.



"It's SOOO funny isn't it? Well keep laughing! I'm getting ideas from her on things I'm going to do to you!" She said, giving me an evil grin.


"Can your big ass even touch your toes?" I asked, knowing it would rile her up.



She stopped dead in her tracks and I thought she was going to turn around and yell at me, but instead, she bent at her waist. I watched in awe as she straight up planted her palms flat on the floor. My eyes bugged out like a cartoon character as her fat ass seemed to expand and expand, wider and wider swallowing up her shorts and making a thong out of them. She smiled at me between her legs.


"Yeah, I think I can handle "the torture rack" or whatever she calls it. I guess we will find out for sure, if you keep talking shit little man!" She threaten, before standing up and continued on to the front door.


Then I noticed.


My heart was pounding in my chest, and I had an erection. I had to admit that getting dominated by a girl as big and beautiful as Cadence, had some appeal to me. Thinking about it, my genuine distaste for Zoey might have tainted that whole experience. The sky should have been the limit, but instead the limit was a dingy apartment in the industrial district.



Cadence slipped on her chucks, and opened the door, stepping out into the hall.


"Where are you going?" I asked, not really wanting to leave.


"I'm gonna go see some friends, I'll be back later." She replied, opening the metal entry door.


"What about me?" I asked, sounding a little more pathetic then I meant to.


"I'm not your babysitter. You can do whatever you want, just don't make a mess around here." She said to me, reassuring that I wasn't a prisoner here.


"You mean like the mess you made on your couch cushions?" I asked with a grin.


Cadence let out a chuckle, before letting her hand bag slide off her shoulder and walking toward me. Immediately I took off running, scurrying back through her apartment door, but luckily she was just bluffing.


"You better run, you little shit!" She called after me, before she slid the door and left.


Alone now, I took the time to roam Cadence's place. Most of it was very nice, but mostly unremarkable, until I found a ladder that went up through a hatch to the roof. I was too small to both climb the ladder and open the hatch, but I figured I could get Cadence to take me up there later.


For the time being, I went back to the studio and forced a painting, before passing out in the bed Cadence had given me.

"S-stay the fuck away from me Zoey!" I stammered, unable to even remotely hide my fear of her.  "Keira will be back in a minute and I swear to God she will beat the shit out of you if I tell her about you!" I threatened.

"You mean. . . . You didn't tell her about me?!" Zoey asked, in disbelief.  "I guess obviously not, but why, is the question!" She said, stroking her chin.

"It doesn't matter.  Just. . . . Stay the fuck back!" I said again, glancing towards the open door.

"Yeah, I heard you twice the first time, shithead!" Zoey replied rudely.  "Are you really that afraid of me, right now?" She questioned, raising an eyebrow and her grin widening. 

"I mean. . . . I could just grab you, and run out, couldn't I?" She asked, looking over her shoulder to see if Keira was coming back yet. ". . . . . But I won't!  Not yet, anyway.  Now that I know where you live, I kind of like the idea that you know that!  Like I could just sneak in here, and get you back any time I like!" 

Honestly, the only thing that kept me from a mental breakdown was the solice in knowing I was going home tomorrow, and as long as she didn't snatch me right this moment, I would be literally home free. 

"I would like to know,  where all that attitude you had in your little video went though?" She asked, moving her face even closer to mine, daring me to mouth off to her now.  "Apparently you grew a set of balls living in this rich girls penthouse, huh?"

I had nothing to say to her.  My fear wouldn't allow it.  

"That's what I thought!  Same old bitchy little Preston!  More attitude than his scrawny little ass can back up! God I'd love to tear you up one last time!" She exclaimed, looking over my quivering body as her face came within an inch of mine, cranking the tension in the room to a fever pitch.  I was barely even conscious now from it all.

Luckily, I could hear Keira walking down the stairs in the appartment side, still on the phone, but coming back to us.  Unfortunately, Zoey wasn't about to let me leave this encounter unscathed.

Without warning, her huge, slimy, disgusting tongue flopped out of her mouth and she licked the entire side of my face from bottom to top, covering my entire head in her saliva before she quickly stood back up, and resumed the last position Keira had seen her in.  To her amusement, her repulsive action had the desired effect.  She knew I was a germaphobe, and she had done this to me countless times when I was living with her. Seemingly, nothing had changed in that regard.

My knees buckled, and I fell to my hands and knees.  I wretched violently, and a moment later, I puked my guts out onto the studio floor in a "large to me" puddle.  Zoey had to aggressively stifle her laughter, and convert it into immediate and perfectly executed concern just as Keira walked back in.  

"Oh my god!  Are you- Is he alright?!" Zoey asked, recoiling away from me, as she pointed me out to the now panicked Keira.  She rushed to me, crouching down and awkwardly hovering there, unsure of if she should pick me up and or leave me down.

"What the fuck, Preston?!" She asked, freaking out.

"He. . Just got quiet and then threw up out of nowhere!" Zoey chimed in, covering her mouth nervously with her hands. 

"I'm-I'm gonna pick you up, ok?' Keira said, trying to decide where to grab me safely.

"I'm fine!" I wheezed, waving her off.  "I don't know what happened, but I'm ok now." I lied as I stood up.

Keira looked at me apprehensively, but let me be. I stole a glance at Zoey, and she gave me a sickening wink and silently blew me a kiss while Keira wasn't looking. By the time she did look back, the concerned look had returned to Zoey's face.  

"Uhhh. . . . Ok!  I'm. . . . Going to run Zoey back to art center quick, then I'll be right back, alright?" Keira explained, holding her hands up, like she knew she shouldn't leave me, but decided to anyway. 

"I said I'm fine!" I assured her.

"You say that, but you're also a stubborn little asshole, who would refuse help even when you need it!" Keira replied, cocking her hip with her hand on it.

"Right?" Zoey agreed, chuckling.

"Huh?" Keira questioned, her mind picking up on the fact that Zoey didn't (or claimed to not) know me, so her agreeing with that statement was a bit inappropriate or something.

"I- I just mean that puking out of nowhere is nothing to just shrug off, you know? Like being all tough and manly isn't worth it sometimes." Zoey explained, realizing her mistake and coming up with a cover nearly flawlessly.

"True!  I don't understand why men can't just accept help!"  Keira reiterated.  "But whatever. . . If it makes you feel like a big man. . . . Then you can just stay in here and throw up!" Keira said to me, as she grabbed some paper towels and quickly wiped up my puke, tossing it and leading Zoey out.

As soon as they were out the door I sprinted across the hall back to the apartment side, and found Cadence awake now and watching TV. 

"Zo-" I shouted, out of breath from the minimal physical activity.  "Zoey was just here!" I exclaimed, bumping into Cadence's legs as I ran, and falling over. 

"What!?" Cadence shouted, her head snapping towards the front door, before she twisted on the couch and peered through the window, but Keira was already driving away. "What do you mean?! Like she tried to get you?!" Cadence asked, panic on her face.

"She was-  She was here with Keira!" I managed to get out as I took in oxygen. 

"What the fuck!" Cadence shouted, her face going from panic to anger in the blink of an eye. "That fucking bitch!  I'm gonna kill her!  I'm gonna-"

"It's ok!  I know she didn't mean to! I think it was really just a fucked up coincidence!" I exclaimed, trying to calm her down.  I had seen her this mad before, and she had a habit of smashing and breaking things.  She was hard enough to stop when I was full height, let alone only a foot tall.  

She did pause for a moment as she tried to comprehend what I was proposing, but after a moment she shook her head and began to rage again.

"Uh-uh!  No fucking way!  The chances of that being a coincidence are pretty much zero, and you know it, Pres!" She said, stepping over me as she rushed to the front door and locked it, peeking out the tall door window again. 

"I. . . . I know it isn't, but I don't think that Keira has anything to do with it.  It was just a desperate attempt by Zoey to get at me, and it actually fucking worked!" I said, in disbelief myself.  "Who knows how many art classes she signed up for on the off chance that she might hear something about me."

"That's so pathetic. . . . And fuckin' creepy, honestly!. . . " Cadence said, as she walked back over to me, double taking as she looked me over.  "Is. . . Is that puke all over your shirt?' She asked, a look of disgust on her face.

"It's not my fault!" I said, defensively.

"I swear to God you're like a toddler or something some days!" She sighed, as she reached down and gently took my shirt off. "Do you have any more clothes to wash?" She asked, taking the shirt over to the laundry room. "You didn't shit your little pants too while you were at it, did you?" She added, grinning.

"Yeah, I'll probably need them all washed before I go. . ." I said, trailing off.

"Go where?" She replied,a puzzled look on her face as she walked up the stairs to my room, before returning with my laundry basket.

"I'm going home Cadence. . . . I need you to take me tomorrow."

I honestly expected more of a reaction out of her, but sometimes she could Be mature I guess.

". . . . Ok.  We'll go first thing tomorrow morning.  Just wake me up." She replied, quietly, before dumping the basket and starting the washing machine.  

"That's it?" I asked, a little disappointed that she didn't make more of a fuss about it.

"Yeah, that's it.  It just makes sense, you know?  Like. . . Zoey could just break in now and get to you. . . . You're safest at home, and your family deserves to see you." She said calmly, as she walked back to the couch, scooping me up in her arms as she passed.

She sat down, pulling me into her lap and cuddling me.  It should have been a little weird, but it felt right somehow.  I decided to just go with it, resting my head on her stomach, as she leaned back and changed channels on the tv.

"Is it crazy to know that this whole thing is just about over?" She asked, as her thumb gently stroked my hair.  

"For sure. . . . It doesn't seem real somehow." I answered, closing my eyes.

"I'm just thinking about how many times we are going to have to explain everything. . . . Like what a pain in the ass!" She complained with a chuckle.

"I know right. . . . Feels like my foreseeable future is. . . Almost gone somehow." 

* I wouldn't know exactly how right that statement was until later.  Because the next day, I did go home. . . . I went home, and the next two months were a blur for me.  Of course it was everything you would expect from parents getting their presumed dead son back.  An emotional tsunami that I knew was coming, but still couldn't have prepared for.  Every family member from oldest to youngest coming to see me, and countless awkward hugs as people tried not to break me in their embrace.  

Not to mention the telling of the story, of which "selective amnesia"played a starring role.  Family members, friends, cops all got the same fabrication, all so I could keep what little dignity Zoey hadn't stomped on. 

Then there was the fact that I was tiny now, which meant near constant supervision from my mom and older sister.  I literally got zero time for myself between them.  I give my mom a pass for the first month for being just that: my mom, but to Janessa I think I was just some new project for her to get her mind off the fact that she had just been dumped by her boyfriend in the big city.

I was the perfect way to keep her mind off of it, and she even moved back to town  "to help with me".  Like I was some huge burden on everyone.  In reality, she sort of naturally fell into the role of my manager when the word got out about me, and the entire world had a sudden and insatiable interest in me and my story, but I will get into that later.

It wasn't entirely bad though.  My parents allowed Cadence and Keira to come over whenever they wanted at least.  My father immediately loved Cadence from the moment he met her.  Her "one of the guys" attitude and previously unbeknownst sports knowledge? The fact that she was a tall, gorgeous, young blonde didn't hurt either I guess and she was never shy about turning on the charm.  My mother more or less just tolerated her for my sake while Janessa seemed jealous that someone else was my dad's favorite now.  

There was also the fact that Tegan hated her.  Probably because she knew how I always complained about her, and so Cadence knew how to seamlessly fuck with my sister.  Granted, Tegan wasn't one to take it sitting down, and would roast her right back.  

Finally there were the experiments and testing on me. Immediately after the news of my return and/or existence came out, this shady corporation based out of Seattle came out of the woodwork and offered to help me get back to my normal height, at no cost.  The whole thing seemed a bit too good to be true.  They flew me and Janessa out to the west coast for two months, gave us a really nice apartment near the facility, and gave Janessa a brand new Mercedes to drive.

While all of this was completely suspicious to me, Janessa completely shut down my concerns, overpowering me like she always did.  It honestly felt like my childhood all over again, only my parents weren't there to limit how much Janessa could push me.  Every meal was planned out.  She forced me to exercise.  My friends weren't allowed to fly out and stay with us, and I wasn't allowed to go outside after 9 PM. 

On top of that, I was forced to fill out stupid questionnaires from the lab every single day, in spite of the fact that they really weren't making any progress for me. 

"Nessa!  For fuck's sake, I'm not filling it out today!" I shouted at my sister as we drove back to the apartment from the daily appointment at the lab.

"We aren't having this conversation right now, Preston!" She replied, as she focused on Seattle rush hour traffic.

"When we get back, I'm calling mom and dad and going home. . ." I informed her, as I stared out the window.

She sighed more heavily than I thought possible as she got off the main highway.  We were silent until she pulled up in our designated spot in the parking garage under the apartment building.  There, she finally spoke, not allowing me to leave purely because I couldn't open a car door.

"What the hell are you talking about?" She demanded, a look of disbelief and anger on her face.  "You. . . You can't just stay this way forever!  You need help!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands up.

"Nessa. . . They aren't helping me!" I shot back, careful to keep my voice down, unsure of whether or not the car was bugged.  "There is a reason they make you stay out in the waiting room!"

Her eyes narrowed as she comprehended exactly what I was saying. 

"You really think that they would need me around for 2 months for something as simple as bloodwork?" I asked, pointing to my brain to make her think.

"I don't fucking know! I'm not a doctor or a scientist!" She answered, defensively.

"Yeah. . . That much is clear. . . " I replied sarcastically, taking the admittedly easy jab at her.

Her fists clenched around the steering wheel as she no doubt entertained visions of strangling me.  Instead she took a deep breath, fanning her hands out in front of her and closing her eyes.  This was part of her anger management regiment as her anger and lashing out is part of the reason why her fiance left her.  If that was all it would have taken for him to change his mind, I would have saved him a few years and just told him outright how much of a bitch Janessa could be when she wanted too. 

"Don't be an asshole and just tell me what you're talking about. . . " she said, her voice calm but irritated.  "And they wonder why I supposedly have an anger  problem!" She added.

There were a few prime examples I wanted to add to the conversation to that point, but ultimately decided it was wiser to leave it alone. . . 

"Geneticorp. . . . They aren't what they seem. . . I don't even think I'm supposed to be telling you this but. . . . . They have other tiny people at the facility!" I said, nervously looking around for any signs of us being watched.

The look on my sister's face told me she got it, but didn't get it.

"I mean. . . Tiny,  but not exactly like me.  One kid is. . . Like superhuman.  Three inches tall, but superhuman.  Runs fast, jumps high, incredibly strong.  I haven't been able to talk to him, but from what I've heard, if he was normal sized, he could lift an entire car or something!" I tried to explain.

"Do they. . . Know what shrunk him?" Janessa asked, hopefully.

"I think they know, they just don't care.  They are pretty hush hush about him.  I only found out because this other guy Marcus knows everything." I said, begrudgingly.

"Is he. . . . Little, as well?" She asked, trying to be sensitive, but having her mind blown as well.

"That is the fucked up part.  And probably the biggest secret of the whole place. . . . He isn't tiny.  Only shrunk." 

"What's that mean? You are shrunk too, aren't you?" 

"I mean. . . . If they let him, he could be back to his normal size in two seconds." I replied, cryptically.

"Would you stop being so fucking dramatic and just say it!" Janessa exclaimed, leaning toward me intently.

"What I'm saying is that those corporate bastards have a machine that can shrink people to any size and grow them back!  Apparently Marcus exposed them for using it a few years ago, and has been a prisoner here ever since.  They don't even deny it!  They straight up made him and some others disappear.  And before you ask, they say it won't work on me, because I'm tiny, not shrunk.  I guess it's a genetic mutation so if I went into the machine, I would only get smaller, then grow back to this height." I explained, still keeping an eye out for secret agents or something rushing to silence to me. 

Janessa looked like she was struggling with this all.  She was always the type of person who just believed whatever she was told and never put any thought into conspiracy theories or anything like that.  

"Ok. . . So if all that is true. . . Then what?" She asked, confused by it all.

"It means that they are shady as fuck, Nessa!  Marcus. . . . He thinks that they may have had something to do with me getting this way!  Me and that other kid!" I exclaimed, pounding my fist on the dash.

Her eyes were fully wide now.

"And that is why they offered to help you? To cover up their involvement in it?!" She added, finally putting it all together, as she sat back in her seat and just stared blankly out the windshield, her mind blown.

"Look. . . All I know for sure is that they seem to be interested in my ability to heal myself and my durability.  They. . . "Test" me, but it's really just them hurting me in various ways to study how I heal!" 

Janessa studied me. . . Looking in my eyes for the truth.  She could tell I was telling her the truth.

"Ok. . . . We'll. . . We'll get our shit. . . And get a bus ticket." She said finally, opening her car door and offering me her hand.

In a rush and looking over our shoulders, we made our exit from the apartment we had been supplied.  Leaving the Mercedes in the parking structure, my sister called an uber and from there we took a bus two cities over until we thought it was safe to book a flight.  We never did see anyone following us, but I did get a call from the lab right before we got on the plane.

I didn't answer, but they left a message.  Checking it later revealed just about the extent of how controlling they were.  We had been gone for less than a day, and already they were calling "just to see if everything was alright." We both found it suspicious and decided not to respond until we were safely at home.  

Their response, as well as my parents was not thrilled to say the least, but at least Janessa was able to take the heat off of me with my parents.  It took hours of explaining mixed with lies etc but I think we finally got through to them.  Geneticorp on the other hand was less willing to give up, as evident by the offers to pay me to come back, followed by invoices for the "wear and tear" on the Mercedes and apartment and finally a visit from one of the head advisors in the company, Bridgette.

Luckily for me and unfortunately for her, Marcus had warned me about her, sighting her as the main reason he would likely never see the outside of the lab walls again, and I was able to act accordingly.  Without letting her know that I knew Marcus, for fear of her retaliating against him, I made up reasons for why I didn't want to continue with the lab work.  It did come down to lawyers, but luckily we had hired one before even agreeing to their help in the first place, so making my exit was about as trouble free as it could be.

Which catches you up to where I'm at now. An entire year after coming home.  Currently waiting on a cure, but now, samples of my blood were wide spread and companies all over the world and they were making progress.  Things with my family had begun to actually look up for me.  I don't know how it happened, but I had actually managed to bond with my father and brother for the first time in my life over my accommodations at home.  

My bedroom in the basement had essentially been turned into a fully functioning mansion for me to live in that my brother had designed with my ideas and recommendations and my father's construction company had helped to the build.  Couple that with interior design skills I didn't know I had, along with my paintings decorating the entire thing, and by the time we were done, we had actually managed to kindle a type of semi-healthy relationship amongst the 3 of us. 

It was a source of pride for all of us, and managed to make it into magazines of all descriptions from engineering marvels to home decor.  My mom was constantly giving tours of it when we first finished it, and all my artist friends made me miniature pieces for my mansion, including an origami lined walkway on the entrance and Cadence's sculptures as well.  

My relationship with Janessa had even come to. . . An understanding I would say.  She had become my  "talent agent" now, booking appearances on TV shows, cameos in movies, meet and greets and my day to day.  This time though, I made sure I was granted time with my friends, and to myself.  Overall things were ok. Sure we were making money hand over fist, and that eased a lot of old tension, but after hearing what the lab was up to, she had also eased up on me if only a little.  Now at least she was getting payed to boss me around and it wasn't in her best interest to kick my ass anymore.

Finally there was Tegan, who was back from college and living at home.  Beyond the initial reaction of me being alive after having been presumed dead, things had been uneventful with her.  Probably because she was under the threat of death by my mom, older sister, Cadence and Keira if she fucked with me in any way.  Even with all that security, I still made it a point to stay well out of her way when we did cross paths, and this seemed to please her, to see me pin myself against the cupboards or against the walls when she came stomping into the room.  That bitchy, smug smirk was ever present, though she never made any comments or anything.

Things pretty much stayed that way until the day I got back from Los Angeles, from filming a part for a movie.  I was tired and jetlagged when I got home, but had just enough energy to get into an argument  with my mom over me being home for some stupid dinner she was having tonight.  Much to my absolute annoyance, she had taken to parading me around to all of her friends and clients like I was some kind of spectacle.  Whenever I pointed that out to her, she always got embarrassed and defensive.  This time my father had to step in on our yelling match.  I retreated, taking a half hour long shower before heading to my room.

I came trudging into my bedroom only to find Tegan laying on my old bed, rubbing her bare feet all over my pillow absentmindedly as she played on her phone.  My mom was now down the hall vacuuming so I knew I was in no real danger, but seeing my sister in my personal sanctuary was still pretty unnerving.  

It didn't appear she had noticed me yet as she rolled onto her back and took a selfie, so I quietly made a B-line for my front door.  Unfortunately, having seemingly never taken her eyes off of her phone, Tegan slid off of my bed, and in 3 strides, blocked the front door with her enormous feet.  What pissed me off even more than even having to deal with her, is that she had stepped on my origami Swan in the process, absolutely flattening it.  It was now stuck pathetically to the bottom of her foot as still her eyes were glued to her phone all the while she blocked my path.  To top it off, she casually leaned up against house with her ass, practically sitting on it.  While there absolutely no threat of her damaging it, considering it was literally built to withstand the real house collapsing on it, and was state of the art fireproof as well, it still made me instantly furious because it was the one thing me and dad had, and here she was,  treating it like a seat.  

I clenched my fists, ready to explode on her as she casually finished her text before looking down at her foot with a confused expression, before she peeled the crumpled bird from her sole, and dropped it back into its place on the walkway.

"Oops! I accidentally squashed your duck or whatever!" She said with a fake frown, her voice highlighting the fact that she really gave zero fucks about it.

"Tegan!  Get your fat ass off my fucking house!" I screamed at her, loud enough so mom would hopefully hear me, but to no avail, although Tegan froze as she too listened for angry footsteps.

"Jesus Christ, Calm the fuck down!  It's fine.  Dad said it's pretty much indestructible, didn't he?" She replied, lifting her ass from the roof of it anyway.

"I don't care!  Just get the fuck out of here!" I shouted, pointing to the door and not even bothering to ask her what she wanted. 

''I will, I just came to ask you for two more tickets for Jimmy Fallon next week! My friends want to go." She replied, focusing again on her phone.

I sighed a massive sigh.

"I don't handle that shit!" I answered, finally having to set down my luggage from the weight of it.  "Ask Jane if there are any more.  There are already 6 people coming and quite frankly, I don't want you and your annoying friends there."

"First of all, I tried calling her and it went to straight to voicemail, and second of all, fuck you!  We never even bother you when we come with!" She exclaimed, her voice dripping with the standard Tegan attitude as she cocked her hip and towered over me.

"I don't care Tegan!  I'm honestly too tired to have to deal with you, ok?  Will you please just let me in?" I begged, just short of clasping my hands together.

She stood, just looking down on me for a long moment with a scowl, before she spoke.

"When do you plan on telling everyone the truth, anyway?" She asked, out of nowhere. 

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked, sitting down on my suitcase from exhaustion, knowing there was physically nothing I could do to make her leave.

"The truth. . . About where you were all the while you were gone." She elaborated.

I was honestly surprised and taken aback by this question.

"I've told the story a million times, Tegan.  Pay attention." I shot back, irritated.

"I mean the real story, dickhead!" She snapped, her voice full of contempt.  "Not the bullshit you have been feeding the world for the past year. 

"I-I don't know what you're talking about!" I stammered pathetically.

"You forget. . . . We were best friends once!  You may be fooling mom and dad and the rest of those idiots, but I know when you're lying.  You really expect me to believe that you had "6 months worth of amnesia" and then suddenly showed up at your obnoxious blonde friends house?  Bullshit!" She explained, eyes on her phone.

"What do you even care, Tegan? You were probably happy I was gone!" I snapped, not really thinking about what I was saying.

"Happy. . . Happy you were gone?!" She demanded, a sour look of disgust on her face.  She even set her phone down on the roof of the house.  "You're my fucking brother! We may fight, but at the end of the day, you're the only one I've been able to stand in this family! I was out there every fucking day looking for you, asshole!  I was devastated!" She exclaimed, and just like she could tell I was lying, I could tell she was telling the truth.

"Cool, ok? Whatever. Sister of the year. . . . Just get out of my room!" I replied, having been successfully guilt tripped. 

"Get me the tickets!" She insisted, her mood instantly calm and annoying again as she picked up her phone again.

"MOM! TEGAN WON'T GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" I screamed, knowing my mom was just down the hall.

My sister's eyes bolted to the doorway, expecting our mother to come bursting in to chew her ass, but the sound of the vacuum continued.  She looked down at me and glared.

"Shut the hell up!" She whispered at me through clenched teeth.

"MOM!" I yelled again.

"Fine!" Tegan relented. "Great to see you're still an asshole, Preston!" She spat at me, angrily.  I had to dive out of the way as her giant foot swung passed me, before completely squashing the origami Lamborghini that sat in the driveway flat, this time definitely on purpose.  "Oopsie!" She called over her shoulder as she left, the car sticking to her foot for a few steps  before falling limply to the ground.

She slammed the door behind her, hoping to trap me inside my room, I'm sure.  I heard her stomp up the stairs, and it wasn't until I was sure she was gone that I noticed that was shaking and covered in sweat.  Somehow seeing my younger sister like this was almost as nerve racking as seeing Zoey towering over me and pissed off. 

The difference is, I liked to believe that Tegan wouldn't seriously hurt me.  In her defense, she had pretty much left me alone since I got home.  She had stated that I wasn't worth the very little effort it would take to kick my tiny ass.  She said if she was going to do it, she wanted it to be "the big one".  When I was full sized and capable.  

It was sort of a fucked up inside joke we had.  "The big one." We called it.  A hypothetical fight we sometimes talked about where the gloves came off and we actually beat the shit out of each other.  Complete with grizzle descriptions of what we would do to the other.  Taking it as far as you dared to take it.  My mom absolutely hated when we talked about it.

Officially done with the encounter, I was finally able to go inside and get some rest.  It was much needed seeing as how my sister was running me ragged with tours and acting roles.  Granted, my bank account had never been mid 6 figures before. . . Or 6 figures at all for that matter, but I definitely needed a break.  

I threw my luggage on the floor in the entryway and went upstairs to lay down. It seemed as though I had barely closed my eyes when I heard the door open and somebody come in.

"Seriously Tegan!  GET THE FUCK OUT!" I screamed at the literal top of my lungs. 

"Relax! Jesus!  It's Janessa!" The voice from outside my window shouted back.  "Wait. . . . Tegan was in here?!  Are you ok? Did she fuck with you?!" Janessa exclaimed, her mind moving a mile a minute. 

"No. . . . It's fine.  She just wanted tickets to Jimmy Fallon.  I told her to ask you." I explained as I rolled out of my bed and came to my bedroom window. 

"So she didn't have anything to do with these flattened origami pieces?" Nessa questioned, and I felt the ground tremble as she sat down outside.

"It was an accident." I lied.

"Hmm.  I guess I did see that she called, but I was in a meeting.  I do have a couple extra tickets, if you are ok with her coming?" She asked, knowing that I might have objections.

"It's fine. . . " I lied a second time, yawning.

"Ok, I'll let her know.  But first, I have huge news!" She exclaimed, clapping her hands together. 

"What?" I asked, unenthusiasticly as I leaned on the window sill.

"You've been invited to host snl!" She shouted, probably expecting me to be as excited as she was.

I only sighed, hanging my head in exhaustion.

"What's that reaction for?" She asked, disappointment and irritation on her face.  "You love Snl!" 

"I do. . . It's just. . . You're doing it again." I replied, like a boss explaining flaws to an incompetent employee. 

"Doing what?!" She demanded, defensively.

"Running me ragged. . . " I said, somewhat quietly.  "I just got done doing that movie. . . I need some time, Nessa."

"It's not for 2 weeks.  That's plenty of time to rest." She said, checking the schedule on her phone.

"I haven't seen my friends in a month and a half!  I'm taking at least a month off!" I declared, matter-of-factly.

My sister laughed an involuntary laugh as she stood up and put her hands on her hips.

"That is not happening!  Even without Snl, you have engagements the week after next that can't be put off!" She replied, looming over my mansion and blocking out the light.

"You're towering!" I said, my voice coming out more timidly than I would have liked. 

"Towering" is what my quality psychiatrist determined was a trigger of high anxiety and stress in my condition.  I couldn't possibly imagine why.  Either way, my entire family was discouraged from standing over me when asking me to do anything or arguing with me in order to consciously or subconsciously intimidate me and my mom enforced this rule with an iron fist, although she was guilty of it as well when things got heated.  At this point, I had had entire lifetime of people bigger than me imposing their will on me, so being able to call them out and guilt trip them was admittedly nice.

"I'm. . Sorry." She replied, sitting back down on the floor.  "Look. . . I'll make you a deal.  You finish off this month, then you can have next month off!" She offered, adjusting something on her iPad.

"No Janessa!" I said, standing my ground.  "I'm tired this month, next month I'll be dead!" 

"You're gonna be dead if you don't. . . . " Janessa threatened, under her breath and thoroughly annoyed with me now. "FINE!" She exclaimed, fake cheerfully.  "If you want to throw away these amazing opportunities I got you, that's fine by me!" She shouted, standing back up immediately and throwing her hands up.

"You know. . . . If you actually got down to business and put in some work, you could probably make enough money to take time to travel when you grow back!" She added, as she turned to leave.

"You're completely right Nessa!" I called after her in a tone I knew she hated.  She flipped me off before disappearing around the corner only to stick her head back in.

"Don't forget, mom is having a guest over for supper tonight. . . . So you should probably call Cadence and bail if you don't want to have to deal with all the attention.  

How could I possibly forget!? Bailing was a pretty good idea though. I knew if a stayed home, my mom would send my dad to drag me upstairs to be displayed.  

With her gone, I finally had a moment to myself as I climbed back into my bed.  It was so comfortable that I was out like a light.  Unfortunately it barely felt like I had closed my eyes when I heard my mom's voice coming down the stairs.  Not unusual but that voice she was talking to. . . .

I was jolted awake and bolted to my window just in time to see my mom enter and flip on the light followed by. . .

NO. . . . THIS SHOULDN'T BE HAPPENING!

Every shred of safety and sanity I had worked to accumulate over the past year was gone in a heartbeat as my life's greatest obstacle, Zoey, followed my mom into my room.

"Here it is!" My mom exclaimed, holding her hand out in the direction of my house like a game show girl.

"Oh wow!" She said,genuinely wide-eyed and jaw dropped as she kept her distance from it. It was the usual reaction people had to seeing it for the first time and my mom never got sick of it. 

My eyes were glued to Zoey as my mom rattled off her normal schpeel of technical facts about the house.  She looked. . . Different. . . Somehow. . . . And yes, her hair was shorter, cut to shoulder length now, but she also seemed. . . . Taller maybe?  Her attire was completely different than I had ever seen her as well.  She wore a cardigan with some type of logo on it and jeans with vans now.

Maybe I was just Imagining it.  Maybe it was this new found confidence that she seemed to ooze now, but there wasn't time to think about it as my mother approached the house, careful not to step on anything.

"Preston?" She called out, in that falsely sweet voice that mothers use around company.

I ducked away from the window as her gaze moved in my direction, hiding with my back against the wall.

"Preston, you have a visitor!" She said, tapping on my window with a long, manicured nail.

"Ok! Hold on a minute!" I shouted, only half acting like I had been asleep.  The truth was my heart was beating out of my chest and I had began to sweat as I put on a shirt and pants, before making my way to the front door.  I stood behind it for long enough that my mom called for me again, before taking a deep, deep breath and opening it to face the girl who had fucked me up, probably for life.

"There he is!" My mom exclaimed, like I was the birthday boy at a kids birthday party.  

The scowl on my face shown before I had time to check myself and the evil eye from my mom corrected it immediately.  She stepped away, revealing me to Zoey.

"Zoey. . . . This is Preston!" She said, motioning to me.

I didn't honestly know which way Zoey would play this.  Would she admit that she had met me before that Cadence's house, or play the first introduction card?

She went with the latter, acting as though her heart was melting as she clutched her hands to her chest and let out an obnoxious "awwwww!" Like I was the cutest thing she had ever seen.

Not even the threat of my mother's glare could keep my disdain from showing as Zoey crouched to get a better look at me. 

"This. . . This is so crazy!" Zoey exclaimed as her eyes took me in with an obvious practice like she had ran through this scenario a thousand times. "I saw you on tv and in the movies but they don't do you any justice!" She said, her hands covering her mouth now.  

I didn't reply and it irritated my mom.

"You think maybe you could reply when someone speaks to you, Preston?" She asked like she was prompting a toddler.

My gaze shifted from Zoey to her, then back to Zoey.  

Zoey chuckled nervously, feeling the tension between us 

"Oh, that's alright!  I'm sure he gets introduced to new people all the time and it must get exhausting.  His sister did say he was down here napping." Zoey said, trying to cool the room.

"Oh he knows how to deal with it.  He's just upset with me because I'm making him eat dinner with the family for once instead of hiding out in here or ditching us to go with his friends!" My mother explained, examining her nails nonchalantly.

"Well. . . A person with as busy a schedule as I imagine he has does need some time for himself, and far be it for me to deny him that." Zoey answered, partially defending me as she stood up and stepped away.  

"Do you happen to have a bathroom down here?" Zoey asked, biting her lower lip.

"Yes! Down the hall and the last door on your right." My mother explained.  "You can just meet me back upstairs in the living room when you're ready."

"Thank you!" Zoey replied as she walked around the corner and disappeared. As expected, my mom was on me in a heartbeat.

"Dinner will be ready in 30 minutes.  I expect you at the table with a better attitude!" She whispered quietly but forcefully to me, before turning and leaving the room. I could hear her stomp up the stairs in the distance.

Immediately red flags were going off in my head and I knew Zoey was up to something and sure enough, I heard the toilet, the faucet, towel, door, light switch, footsteps and a second later, she slinked back into my room, glancing around and down the hallway to make sure my mom was truly gone.

I was frozen in place as our eyes locked without the safety of my imposing mother to keep her at bay.

"Well well well, we meet again!" She said with a grin, taking a step in my direction.  Still I couldn't move.

The nightmare of Zoey being in the one place that I was finally supposed to be rid of her was too much to bare.

"Can we finally agree that us being together in some capacity must be fate?  I mean, come on!  What are the chances of this, really?  That your mom would choose my chain of hotels to hold her conference and invite me to dinner on top of that?"  Pretty slim.  Zoey commented, taking another step toward me, looming larger and larger.

"I'll admit though. . . . I thought it was over as well.  When I first saw your news story I couldn't believe it!  I honestly expected the cops to come break in my door at any moment, but they never did. . . . . You never did tell anyone other than your two ogress friends about me, did you?" She asked, taking the third and final step that closed the distance between us. "And even that was only after I learned where you lived the first time!  My only question is why though? Was the tiny shred of dignity that you are clinging on to really worth it? Especially now that that ship has officially sailed?"

I didn't respond, only taking an unconscious step back. I knew she was referencing Cadence and Kiera, who had told me the story countless times in the past year how they had gotten Zoey alone and beat the shit out of her in my name.  My only regret is that I hadn't been there to see it. I muse have formed a smile, because she called me out on it.

"No, laugh it up! It's funny! Your fucking big, dumb, stupid friends did a number on me I admit,  but I owe them a thank you!" She said, turning away from me in thought.  "After I got out of the hospital, I had an epiphany and my life changed from there for the better."

"Well I'm sure they would gladly do it again if you want to take your life to even higher heights." I replied, my first time saying anything to her in an entire year. "I only request that I get to be there this time!"

"Hmmm.  Funny how much you have to say from behind the cover of your freak friends or the safety of a computer screen, but we both know how you stack up when it's just me and you." She shot back, stifling a furious chuckle.  "But like I said. . . I AM thankful."

"I did a lot of reflecting in the past year, you know. Made a lot of changes.  Gave up my clip stores.  Sold all my gear.  Then when it came out that my old boss was having an affair with his assistant, I got his job!  Worked my way up fast and now I'm the regional manager for the entire tri-state area!  They gave me a brand new BMW as a company car and everything! " she explained, as she delicately picked up a piece of origami and inspected it.

"I got a brand new, huge apartment in the city now too. Top floor with a gorgeous view!  Probably nothing compared to this mansion you have here but compared to where we were living. . . .ridiculously nice." She finished, carefully placing the piece down exactly how she found it.

"What's your point, Zoey?  I don't fucking care about your life and besides, I promise I'm doing better than you." I replied, coldly.

"Oh no, totally!  No argument there!  You're world famous. . . But just look at the cost.  Your own mother shows you off like you are some kind of 1950's prized petunia.  You're just a novelty that everyone is making money off of!  You may think you've out grown me, but now your older sister and mom and I'm sure a million other people are profiting off of you just like I was!" She pointed out with a evil giggle.  

With that, she had stuck the biggest, sharpest knife in me.  Hitting me where it hurt the most.

"At least I'm truly independent.  In all truthfulness, my life started to improve the moment I decided that I didn't need you anymore!" She said gleefully.  "Sure. . It's impossible to not notice you, what with you being all over tv and movies, but I really haven't thought about you up until your mom contacted the hotel to hold her conference."  

"And you can tell yourself whatever you want, but deep down I think you know it's fate.  Why else would we keep getting drawn together like this? The world is small, but it's not that small." She continued.  "But I still love it this way, you know?  Just like when Keira brought me right to you!. . . Even right now I could snatch you up, climb out the window, and we would be right back where we started."

Zoey made a lunge for me and on pure instinct I scrambled for my front door, fumbling with the knob before flinging it open and diving inside, ripping my shirt on the handle.  Looking back, I realized that she had just been joking and she was holding back a smirk that said she was embarrassed for me.

"I'll see you at the table Preston!. . . " was all she said as she turned and left.

"You fucking bitch!" I screamed after her, and my heart stopped when I heard her footsteps stop on the stairs. I held my breath, and nearly shit myself as I heard the steps coming back down the stairs and a moment later Zoey appeared in my doorway. 

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" She asked, with a big phony smile that I knew all too well. 

Pain or humiliation never seemed too far behind that smile.  Zoey again crossed my room in 3 strides, stopping just outside my door, but unlike before, she didn't mind the origami, kicking some pieces aside and trampling another. 

"Well?" She asked, tapping her toe.

I remained silent.

"That's what the fuck I thought!" She exclaimed darkly, old Zoey emerging for just that sentence, sending a bolt of shock through me.  Minor, but it was enough to shake me to my core and I admittedly almost pissed myself. "You have a good thing here Preston.  Don't throw it away and make me your enemy again. " She warned in a hushed voice.

She must have been bending over, because her voice seemed to come from the other side of the front door. 

We stood in silence before I heard her straighten up with a grunt and leave again.  I kept my mouth shut this time. . . 

A half hour later, I found myself in the most awkward, nightmarish situation I had ever been in.  At the dinner table with my family, and my worst enemy.  A woman I would have trouble not killing if I ever got back to normal height.  All of them sitting here bullshitting like old friends or something.  The only way I could cope was to bury myself deep in my mind and pretend this wasn't happening.

"Hey!  Zoey asked you a question!" My dad interrupted my thoughts.

"What?" I asked, stupidly.

"Oh, I was just curious if anyone was getting close to a cure for your situation?" Zoey asked, before taking a bite of the lasagna my mom had made.

"The fuck do you care?" I replied without thinking about it, exactly like I would have when we were living together.  

Big mistake.

My mother's jaw dropped to the floor.  My dad nearly choked on his food.  Janessa's eyes nearly popped out of her head, and Tegan burst out laughing. Zoey was the only one who wasn't phased in the least by my comment.  She was as used to it as I was.  It's just how we communicated with each other on a day to day basis.

The next 5 minutes was a blur of my parents screaming at me, and Zoey assuring them it was fine. Tegan continuing to laugh, and Janessa trying to calm the entire situation down.  It was all getting to be too fucking much, and I knew I had to come clean before this escalated or turned into future issues.

"Listen!  Zoey is a fucking psycho piece of shit, and I'm not apologizing to her! She knows what she did to me and has the fucking to nerve to act like everything is fine!" I screamed over both my parents voices. 

"What the hell are you talking about Preston?" My mom demanded, looking like she was about to lose her sanity. "You just met her a half hour ago!"

"I didn't just meet her, mom!  She's just acting!  Lying!  You guys. . . She. . . " I began, as my adrenaline filled confidence began to fade.  " She kidnapped me right after I shrunk, and kept me captive for nearly a year!"

"Preston!  What the fuck are you talking about?! You aren't aren't making any sense!" My dad chimed in now, looking between me and Zoey, extremely confused.

Zoey for her part had an embarrassed, confused look on her own face.  Like she was unwittingly drawn into some sick joke my family was playing out.

"Zoey. . . . Do. . . Is that true?" My mom asked, bewildered.

"I really don't know what your son is talking about. . . . I didn't mean for this to trigger him or anything. . . I'm so sorry!" Zoey said, timidly putting a hand on my mom's. 

"You're such a fucking liar!" I screamed, about ready to come across the table and strangle her. "You guys. . .she held against my will at her shithole apartment and. . . . Used me as more or less a sex slave to make money online!" I explained, my own sanity feeling like it was escaping me in the eyes of my family. 

This was too much for my mother.  She got up from her seat, and rushed to the sink, vomiting. My father just had a frustrated look on his face as he glared at me,unsure of what to say.  Janessa stood and went to our mom's aid, holding her hair out of her face and opening the window and I could tell she was pissed.

"Preston, I don't know why you're doing this, if it's just to get back at mom or whatever but you're not getting away with it!" She exclaimed, staring daggers at me. 

"Do you have any evidence of any of this?" Tegan of all people asked, her voice calm.  

"Evidence! Yes!" I shouted, actually happy to have my sister's suggestion for once.  "I need. . . A laptop!" 

Tegan stood up and went to the living room to get the family computer while my mom washed her face and had sat back down at the table and was now apologizing profusely to Zoey, who seemed disturbingly calm for someone who was about to be exposed.

When my sister came back with the laptop, everyone gathered around my sister as she offered to work the computer for efficiency.  

"Ok. . . . Type in "Zoey' fetish tidbits". I directed, much to the surprise and discomfort of my family and apparently Zoey. 

A second later Google opened up.

Confusion took over me as none of the normal links were on the page.  Not a single one.  Usually, the search would take you to every store, plus all of her social media but now there was nothing.  

Anywhere.

The next half hour was filled with me checking every website and login I had, but to no avail. Every time it came back as this password or username doesn't exist, as my family grew more and more impatient and disgusted with every grotesque search I looked up to find any type of evidence, but it was all completely gone.  The entire time, Zoey stayed calm and quiet, confident that nothing would be found.  Finally my dad had seen enough and put an end to it.

"Alright! This has gone on long enough!  It's increasingly obvious that Preston is just trying to humiliate his mother in front of her guest and ruin dinner and I would say he succeeded with flying colors!" He said, closing the laptop.

"I am so sorry Zoey!  Please tell me this doesn't affect our arrangements?!" My mom once again apologized, clasping her hands together in a begging gesture. "The way things book up in this city, there would be no hope this late in the game!"

Zoey stole a quick glance at me before she spoke. I could tell that she was loving the power she held over me by way of my family needing her. 

"Oh, don't worry about it, hun!" She cooed.  "This changes nothing, and if anything, I'm sorry for the intrusion and any unfortunate memories I may have accidentally stirred up!" 

"No!  Don't apologize for Preston's sick sense of humor! He knew how much this dinner meant to me, and chose to destroy it anyway!  He will be dealt with appropriately!" My mom replied, glaring at me. 

With that, I left the table in tears and defeated as I retreated to my room.  There had to be a way to prove Zoey was lying, but in the moment, I couldn't think of it.  The next few hours went about as expected.  First my dad came down and tore me a new asshole for embarrassing his wife.  Then my mom came down and got a piece, followed by Janessa.  Finally, sometime after midnight, Tegan came sauntering in, her face illuminated by her phone in the dim lighting. 

She walked up to my front door, and sat down cross legged. 

"P. . . . You awake?" She asked, somewhat quietly. 

As much as I despised my sister sometimes, this time didn't feel like she came to make things worse for once. 

"Yeah.  What's up?" I replied, just laying in my bed. 

"So. . . . The truth finally comes out, huh?" She replied, solemnly. 

"You actually believe me?" I asked in disbelief myself. 

"Yes . . I do.  What you did up there. . . That was real. . . And. . I'm sorry for what you went through.  Whether there is any evidence left or not.  I just want you to know that."

I didn't know what to say.  Tegan was one of the main people I didn't want to know what I had been through but here she was, the only one trying to make any effort to understand me. 

"It's like. . . Yes I wanted to know what you were hiding. . . But it sounds so much worse than what I was thinking, you know?" She asked, seemingly needing to get it off her chest. 

"I know" was all I replied.

"That's it?  That's all you have to say?" She asked, disappointed sounding.  

"Yeah. . . I guess. . . I've sort of just been through this all before." I answered, knowing it wasn't good enough. " I had a few months of living with Cadence to "heal" as much as possible." 

"Yeah, while You let the rest of us believe you were dead, asshole!" Tegan said, her voice raising slightly. "You don't think you owe us the full truth?"

"Excuse me for not wanting to share the darkest moments of my life with my bitch of a little sister!" I replied, defensively.  

Tegan didn't say anything but I heard her exhale hard through her nose like she was losing patience.

"Just know that she fucked me up pretty good, ok?  Not every day was bad, but our relationship was far from ok. . . . . Like having a giant, vindictive, psycho girlfriend.  Always playing mind games, but not afraid to physically destroy me either if she felt like it."

"Fuck. . . " was the reply I got. "She. . .just didn't seem like someone who would be capable of that. . . . As stupid as it sounds "

"Well you have to think that she's had over a year to think about and practice not appearing to be that person.  She's definitely gone through this scenario in her mind 1 million times and you can see that it worked flawlessly." 

"Damn. . . . " 

"And not only that.  To have every trace of her internet presence wiped completely clean. . . . She had to have paid someone to do it.  She may not have been planning to get involved with the entire family, but to say she didn't plan on me eventually trying to expose her would be to grossly underestimate her." I said, finding the words flowing easier now.  

"So what. . . . She just gets away with all of it?" Tegan answered, frustration in her voice. 

"If you could call it that. . . . Cadence and Kiera beat the shit out of her so I suppose we're even." 

"Preston!  Physical bruises heal.  Who knows what lasting damage she's done to you!" 

"It's over Tegan!  Up to this point I managed to leave her in the past and avoid her  that's where I intend to keep her.  I don't want anything to do with her." 

"Ughhh!  You're such a pussy!"  Tegan spat, disappointed in my lack of desire to get my shit stomped for old time's sake.

"At least she was civil.  Mom stupidly left me alone with her down here.  She could have done just about anything and just climbed out the window, but she didn't. . . . . Come to think of it, it was almost like she wanted me to try to expose her." I said, the oddness of the situation suddenly hitting me.

"Why didn't she?" Tegan asked with a yawn. 

"She. . . Claims to be done with me.  But she also likes the idea of me knowing she could get to me whenever she wants." 

"Hmm. . . That's kind of fucked up." my sister said, yawning again. "But listen. . . If you need someone to talk to, or want help exposing that fucking bitch, I'm on board!" She finished as she stood.

"Goodnight Preston. ." She added as she turned and left my room, turning out the light. 

I fell asleep with the thought of Zoey on my mind.  That night, the nightmares of her returned in full force.

The next day I woke up late in the morning, with a massive headache.  Cautiously I made my way up the stairs to the main level of the house. Luckily my parents were gone for the day.  I was sure Tegan was around somewhere but for the moment I had some time to myself.

I went out to the living room, and climbed up onto the couch.  Fiddling with the remote, I turned on the art channel and made myself comfortable on one of the pillows.  Flashbacks of my bed at Zoey's place came to mind.  I relaxed for an hour or two,  or really tired, but more stressed than anything.  It wouldn't be long before Janessa would be over to tell me what to do all day.  Suddenly I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and glanced over to see Tegan, wearing her usual oversized sweater and booty shorts, bare feet and carrying her hamper full of her musty gym clothes.

I stayed silent but I wrinkled my nose I caught a whiff of her gym clothes.  She noticed the TV on, a puzzled look on her face as she made a quick sweep of the room without seeing anyone before double taking when she saw me.

"Oh, hey little bro!" She exclaimed with an obnoxious wave.

I said nothing, only flipping her the bird.

"Well fuck you too!" She retorted with a snicker, returning the gesture,  before walking out of the room towards the kitchen.  I heard her stomp down the basement stairs and a few moments later, she came walking back into the room with a bowl of cereal, face glued to the screen that controlled her every waking minute.  Despite never having looked up (which seemed to be a super power or something) she made her way straight for me.

Ever suspicious, I watched as she closed the distance, turning at the last second and presenting me with her giant ass.  Reflexively, I dove to my left, narrowly avoiding getting buried under her boy shorts covered buttcheeks.  She looked surprised as she burst out laughing.

"Damn!  You're actually pretty quick!  I totally thought that would get you." She laughed.

"Fuck you!" I said, annoyed as I punched her in the thigh for payback.

"You better watch it, or I won't miss next time!" She threatened, taking her finger and poking me in the chest hard enough to knock me over and knock the wind out of me. 

I decided against picking any more of a fight with her, and crawled over to a different cushion.  Aggravatingly, Tegan pulled my previous pillow out from under her and tossed it at me, completely covering me. Against my previous statement, this totally stupid gesture lit my short fuse and this was the last straw after the night I had last night.  Now I was pissed.

Without thinking, I shoved the pillow off of me, and charged my sister.  She let out a shriek of surprise like when a mouse runs across the room, tossing milk from her cereal bowl all over herself, the floor and couch.  I rushed her, and with an agility I had acquired from life with Zoey or Cadence always trying to fuck with me, I climbed Tegan's sweater and unloaded a flurry of punches to her face.

With milk in her eyes, she was unable to stop me, and though I hit her as hard as I could, it only felt like someone had flicked her in the face multiple times.  Before she was able to recover, swiping at me as I jumped down from her shoulder, landing on my back on the soft couch before running to the opposite side of the couch.

"Oh my God!  What the fuck!" My sister half laughed, half screamed as she mopped milk off of her face with her palm. I could tell from years of being at war with her that she was slightly pissed now too.  "You're ridiculous, you know that!" She added as she stood up, spilling the cheerios out of her lap and onto the floor. "Fuck!"

My sister stomped out of the room and I could hear her in the kitchen, wiping her face with a towel.  A moment later she came back out into the living room with the towel and a broom.  I watched her apprehensively, unsure if she would try to retaliate or not, but she only cleaned up the mess.  After she tidied up the floor and the couch, she disappeared downstairs and I heard the door of the washing machine followed by it starting.

She came back upstairs wearing an old band t-shirt that one of our sister's old boyfriends had given her.  She looked irritated as she stood leaning in the doorway glaring at me.

"Are you going to come sit down and just watch TV like a normal human being or are you going to continue trying to fuck with me?" I asked, patting the couch beside me smugly.

"I'm just debating whether or not I'm going to come over there and break your little arms"  She replied, folding her  own arms.

"That wouldn't be a wise decision!" I answered condescendingly.

"Oh what?!  You don't actually think you can beat me, do you? She asked with a chuckle as she took a step forward. "You just surprised the shit out of me before. You're just quick like a mouse or a spider or something.   That's all!"

"No.  I know you and pretty much anyone else can kick my ass." I replied, not even pretending like that was my plan.  "It's just that Jane is gonna be here soon, and she will kill you if she catches you hurting me.  Or even if I just tell her you hurt me!" I elaborated confidently. 

Tegan silently contemplated the sentiment.  Even though we were all adults, that never stopped our sister from putting us in our place if the need arose.  As long as she had inches and pounds on us, that would likely be the case. 

"Honestly it might be worth whatever she'll do to me to be able to get back at you.  Feel you squished under my sweaty shorts." She mused, taking another step toward me mischievously.

I looked up at the clock.

2:46 p.m.

Janessa said she would be over at 3.  Considering she was usually a little early, she could be here at any moment, which I desperately needed as Tegan took another step toward me, her trademark bitchy grin rearing it's ugly head.

I kept my eyes locked on my sister, hoping that I could somehow time my escape if she charged me.  I didn't have to wait long, and I should have been an expert at it by now, but my mind blanked and I froze in place as she made her move.  Hands out like she was trying to catch a toddler or something, she rushed me. 

My instincts screamed move, but I did nothing as she sprinted across the living room.  Survival took a back seat and I only looked away with my hands up like I actually had any hope of stopping my gigantic sister in full momentum. I waited to be either grabbed or straight up pile drove into the couch cushions. . .

In slow motion, Tegan lept from a good 10 feet away from the couch, sailing through the air to completely crumple me into the couch with her ass. Having been warned a million times to not lay a finger on me by literally everyone in the same room as us, this felt like a foregone conclusion I suppose.  Surviving everything just to be crushed by my stupid, bratty sis-

Tegan impacted the couch so hard, the front feet of it came off the ground a few inches before they slammed back down.  While by some miracle she didn't land on me, she did land on the cushion I was sitting on.  The momentous energy transferred through it in a tsunami that shot me into the air like missile. I had no time to let out a shriek, as my trajectory looked to be leading me to fly into the wall across entire room, but a second after I took flight, I was given whiplash as I was held back by shirt.

It took me a second to realize that I wasn't going to die, and that my sister had snagged me before any real harm could come to me.  I hung limply from her fingers as her free hand immediately covered her mouth to stifle her laughter.

"H-holy shit!" She exclaimed, casually tossing me back onto the safety of the couch.  "That was insane!  Like. . . I thought you might just pop up in the air or something.  You took off like a little rocket!" She laughed, rolling over on the couch holding her stomach.

Once again I was blinded by anger. My hands formed fists and I found myself about to try to punch Tegan again.  This time she was ready for me though, and as I approached she stuck her hand out and placed it on my chest.

"Please just stop, Preston!  I let you get away with punching me the first time, but if you want to keep being a little shit, I can't promise I'll go easy on you." My sister warned, easily keeping me at bay. I could tell she was serious.

Honestly, I should have listened to her, but something about my bitch of a little sister talking down to me about my size pushed all of my buttons.  I continued to go at her, trying  to shove her fingers out of the way but the strength difference was obvious and it took her minimal effort to impede me from getting to her.

I struggled for a few seconds before Tegan's patience ran out and she decisively shoved me away.  Definitely not as hard as she could but more than hard enough to throw me off my feet and I bounced twice before I hit the arm rest on the opposite side of the couch, before sliding down into the gap between it and the cushion.  There were no further questions about who was in charge.

I layed there for a few seconds, the wind knocked out of me. Tegan just watched me, saying nothing but silently dari g me to try anything more.  After catching my breath, I thrashed my body to try and pulled myself out, succeeding to get about halfway up, when a shadow cast over me. I looked up to see Tegan towering over me. . . . As she. . . . .just walked right by me.

Suddenly she paused, and looked back at me.

"Why do you insist on fighting, anyway?" She asked, out of nowhere.

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" I demanded, carefully climbing off the couch and straightening my clothes.

"I'm just saying. . . . Why try to fight me or anyone else for that matter. . . .Like  When you're so tiny.  You know?  Like that annoying little neighbor girl Raquel down  the street could even kick your ass.  So then why do you insist on coming at me until I have to hurt you to make you stop? I'm genuinely curious.  I'm  not trying to be arrogant or anything." My sister elaborated.

It was a pretty profound question.  I thought about it but didn't initially speak.  Also, the fact that my sister had to say she isn't trying to be arrogant, meant that sometimes she Was trying to be arrogant just for the sake of it

"I don't know. . . There is just so much a person can take, tiny or not.  And I guess I'm just permanently close to the limit. And it feels like if I let anyone. . . Fuck with me unchallenged. . . . I'll lose. . . A part of myself or something. . ." I tried to explain to my ignorant sister.

"It just sounds like some macho bullshit to me!" She replied, without even stopping to contemplate what I was saying. 

"I think you're just too dumb to get it. . . " I shot back immediately, only half joking.

"See!  There you go!  Trying to piss me off when I'm huge compared to you and could absolutely demolish you!  Like. . . I'm not saying you deserved what Zoey did to you.  Definitely not.  But at the same time, I can understand how someone with less. . . Love? For you. . . Wouldn't put up with your attitude for ever!" She said, halfway between a question and a statement.

"Wow, you're so patient, Tegan! Sister of the year!" I exclaimed sarcastically, clapping my hands. "And yes, you could very likely destroy me if you wanted to, but that doesn't mean I'm afraid of you."

Tegan closer her eyes and clenched her fists, exhaling through her nose. 

"God, I forgot how much of a little prick you are all the time!" She said quietly, distinctively giving off the vibe like it was a struggle not to hurt me right now.

"Don't you have to go fish for compliments on Instagram or something?" I asked, pushing her that little bit further.

Now she gritted her teeth and laughed her trademark laugh.  I could tell I was seriously getting to her.  When I was full sized, we would go at it pretty hard sometimes.  I was a scrawny little artist and she was an athletic cheerleader, so our strength was fairly even, and half the time she could beat me.  Admittedly, she's body slammed me a few times hard enough for me to give up.

The thing about now was. . . We both knew Janessa would be here literally any minute and so Tegan wouldn't lay a finger on m-

Just then, Tegan's phone rang.

"Hello" she answered, nonchalantly putting it on speaker phone.

"Yeah Te. . . Have you seen Preston today? As usual, he isn't answering his god damned phone!" The voice of Janessa replied, sounding irritated.

"Uh. . Yeah. . . He was in the living room watching tv a little bit ago, but he went back downstairs now." Tegan lied, looking directly at me with a curious look on her face like she just wanted to see where our sister was taking this.

"Umm. . . Ok.  I. . . . You just want to go down there and tell him that I'm going to be a few hours late?  I have s Skype call I have to take that just came up and a few other things, but I'll be there around 6."

"Yeah, I'll tell him." Tegan replied, flatly.

"How was he?  Did he say anything more about last night?" Janessa asked, her tone sheepish.

"Nope, he didn't mention it. ." Tegan answered, getting impatient.

"Fuck. . . . I feel so bad that I yelled at him. . . . The more I  thought about it, the more I kind of believe him. . . Like I don't think he would. . Go through all that just to make mom look bad, you know?. . . "  Janessa said, to my surprise.

"Right?" Was all Tegan responded.

"Ok. I can tell you don't want to talk to me, so I will let you go! Please tell him so he doesn't go off with his friends before I get there!" Janessa said, finally relenting.

"K Bye!" Tegan said, enthusiastically obnoxiously, before hanging up before Janessa could reply again.

Having heard the entire conversation myself, I turned to go back downstairs, but uncomfortably, Tegan's eyes were focused on me now.  She didn't say anything, but it was definitely a red flag and somehow I knew that I should probably run.  I quickened up my pace, full on running through the dining room  and through the kitchen to the basement door.

Luckily, as per the family rules, my sister had left the door ajar so I could get in and out freely. I ran to it, slipping passed it and using all my strength to pulled it closed, like that could actually even slow down my sister at all.  And speaking of which, as soon as the basement door latched, I heard the thunder of footsteps as my sister stomped my way.

I immediately began to sprint down the ramp my father had built over the stairs so I could get up and down them without having to climb them.  No sooner had I gotten to the bottom, did the basement door fly open, and I heard Tegan come barreling down the stairs as I reached my bedroom door.  It would be close, but if I could get to my front door and open it, I would be save my house.

I continued at a dead sprint as I reached my door, but I heard Tegan closing the distance and I only got about halfway through my room before I felt two giant hands clamp around my waist and whisk me up into the air.

"Oh no you don't!" Tegan exclaimed as she scooped me up in her hands.  "You and I are going to have a little discussion  about how you've been treating me!" She added  as she held me up to her face.

I squirmed as hard as I could, fiercely fighting her grip.  I was definitely too high to fall without consequences but it was no use as my sister manhandled me, flipping me upside down and dangling me by my ankles.

"F-fuck!" I exclaimed involuntary as I swung back and forth.

"Listen. . . . I've been nothing but nice to you since you came back, and now the very first time I even pretend to fuck with you, you turn into a little prick!" Tegan complained, giving me a shake.

"What do you want?!" I cried out, the blood rushing to my head.

"How about some gratitude, hmm?" She spat, a disgusted look on her face. "An apology, maybe?"

"Why would I apologize to you when I haven't done anything to you?!" I asked, as I began to run out of energy and my struggling slowed.

"Oh I don't know maybe. . "Hey Tegan, thank you for not stepping on me even when I'm under your feet all the time!" Or "Hey Tegan, thank you for not kicking my ass anytime nobody else is home!" My sister mused as she paced around my room, dangling me like I weighed nothing.

I weighed my options, wanting so badly to mouth off to her but ultimately, I had zero help coming if I incurred her wrath.

"OK! I'm sorry Tegan!" I blurted out, hoping to appease my giant little sister.

"Eh. . . I don't really think you are. . . " she replied, cryptically as she let go of my left ankle, and letting me drop to her side.  "Not yet anyway." She finished as she walked to my door and started walking down the hallway toward the laundry room.

"Seriously, please stop Te!" I pleaded, dropping any attitude I may have had.

"What?  I thought you weren't scared of me? She asked, her trademark grin flashing as she held me up to her face.

"Fuck!" Was all I could answer.

"I have to admit. . . . Like. . I'm not sadistic or anything and I know I've said that beating you up at this size wouldn't be satisfying, but seeing you finally speechless after all the years of you talking shit to me feels pretty good!" She said as she poked me in the chest, letting  me swing.

"Great. . Good!" I shrieked, willing to try anything to get her to stop.

"It is. . . . . But. . . . It's not enough!" She exclaimed and in one swift motion, she stepped on the foot pedal of her gym hamper before grabbing a handle of her clothes and taking them out. 

I didn't even have time to react before she stuffed me deep down into the hamper and replaced the pile of smelly clothes back in on top of me.  The stench hit me before her hand even left the hamper.

Immediately I went from terrified to fuming, clawing my way upward until my head popped out of leg hole of a pair of her shorts.  Tegan was grinning at me, phone in hand and I heard it make the the camera flash sound as she snapped a picture of me. I was livid.

"You fucking little cunt!" I growled, glaring daggers at her giant mug, high above the opening of the hamper.

My sister's expression changed from a grin, to a dropped jaw in a heartbeat.  She said nothing, but her face disappeared from the opening. A jolt of panic went through me as the prospect of her leaving me trapped crossed my mind.  A moment later, my concerns were satiated, but not in a good way as it wasn't my sister's giant face that reappeared. . .

Instead, a pair of buttcheeks, barely covered in cloth shorts eclipsed the opening of the hamper as Tegan sat on top of it. I didn't even really have time to comprehend what she was doing before I heard a grunt, followed by a bassy fart that rattled my bones and made my eyes water.

Before I could even react in any meaningful way, she got off the hamper, and slammed the lid closed, sealing me inside her disgusting, musty Dutch oven.  I caught a whiff and immediately through up all over her clothes. 

"You just don't fucking learn, do you?" Came her voice from right beside my head, but outside the walls of the hamper.  "Your shitty little attitude is what got you dropped in there in the first place, asshole!" She finished, and my whole world was jolted as if she had punched my  fart filled prison.

"You're going to stay in there and think about how you want to speak to me, IF. . . I decide to let you out!"  She added with a slap on top of the lid.

Next, everything went quiet as I heard her walk away, and she must have flipped the light switch because all the light that had been able to filter through was gone in a second and I was left in the dark to bake in my sister's disgusting  filth.  It took everything I had to not puke again as my mind reeled with the thought of all the germs I was surrounded by.

I decided to lay back and try to relax, closing my eyes.   There was no way I was getting out on my own.  That much was clear.  Janessa would be here in a few hours and she would beat the truth out of Tegan if she had to. . . . If Tegan was still home at that point. . . . Fuck!

My sister was a total bitch, through and through, but she wouldn't straight up leave me in here, would she? 

This fucked up situation reminded me of one of the many times Zoey trapped me somewhere unfavourable.  She had stuffed me in a cardboard Christmas bin that a bunch of cookies came in from her work.  Then, she slammed the lid shut and sat on the pin. I kicked and pushed on the lid, but she sat on it until I ran out of energy and gave up.

An eternity later, I pushed up on the lid and it popped open, revealing Zoey, casually sitting on the couch watching tv.  I had climbed out and was furious, but she just laughed it off, saying she had gotten up after like a minute and I had kept myself in there all evening because of my defeatist attitude. Come to think of it, that was when I began not speaking to her for weeks at a time.

Now here I was, in the same fucking situation.  The resemblance was too much to bear and I only focused my mind on zoning out and being anywhere else but here. . . .

A millenia later, I heard the light flip on, and a second later, the lid was lifted off the hamper, and Tegan's giant face reappeared, straight faced and disinterested looking.  She fished me out, and dropped me gently on the floor, towering over me, her hand on her hip.  It was like she was waiting for me to speak first.

"Janessa is going to kick your ass.  You know that right?" I said, surprising myself with how calm my voice was.

"I really don't think so.  As a matter of fact, I don't think you're even going to tell her!" Tegan replied, confidently but not arrogantly.

"Of course I am!  You've been warned to not fuck with me a million times, stupid!" I spat back, a little less calmly.

Tegan closed her eyes and exhaled deeply through her nose, her fists clenched.

"You're right!  I have been warned.  And I respected it up until the point where you punched me in the face and called me a cunt. . .  " she said, maintaining her composure.

My heart began to sink a little.  She was technically right.
 

"All I did was tease you a little bit and you flew off the handle." She continued. 

"You tried to sit on me!" I said, my voice getting embarrassingly pitchy.

"I was playing around!  If I had any intention of hurting you, I would have stomped your little ass after you punched me." She spat back, a little venom in her voice but still relatively relaxed.

"But instead, I put you gently in a smelly hamper for 15 minutes of time out, and now it's done!" She finished, giving the motion of washing her hands.

"I'm still telling Janessa and mom!" I replied, again sounding like a spoiled child.

Tegan let out an involuntary laugh.

"Honestly, I would avoid mom for a few days if I was you.  I've never actually seen her that mad before.  Janessa?. . Fair enough, but I want you to think about it before you do it.  I put you in zero pain so far.  You fucked with me, I fucked with you.  We're even right now. " she explained, crouching in front of me and moving her face in close to mine.

"Sure, you could tell her and sure she will definitely kick my ass, but truly think about it.  We are home alone together every day of the summer until I go to college.  If you want to make things uncomfortable for me, I will make things uncomfortable for you.  To the point where you wouldn't dare tell Jane about it out of fear of what I will do to you the next day." She finished, looking me dead in the eyes.

I kept my mouth shut, just weighing my options. 

"That's what I thought." Tegan interjected, standing up to her full height again, giving me the eye briefly before she began to do her laundry.

I left the laundry room and went back to my own room, locking myself in my house.  I immediately picked up the phone and called Cadence.  She stopped over and picked me up and we hung out at her place until late, when I came home to see Janessa, furious.

She started in on me from the millisecond the door closed, bitching at me for not answering my phone and leaving without telling anyone where I was going and not waiting for her to come over etc.  I just blew her off and kept walking, much to her frustration.

"Yeah, he has been doing that all day!" Tegan said, from her place on the couch next to our dad, watching TV.

I only turned my head and glared at her as I continued walking.  Janessa followed me down to my room, never easing up on me as I walked into my house and closed the door behind me.

"God!  You're such a little brat!" She shouted at me, stomping her foot before walking towards the door of my room, stopping as she got there.

"I know you've had a rough past few days, but I have to admit that it feels like you are just hell bent on pissing everyone off lately and I don't know exactly how to respond, you know?" She asked.

I didn't reply.

"Tegan told me that you guys got into it earlier. . . " she added.

"Yeah, well did she tell you the entire story or was she selectively vague?" I asked, irritated.

"She told me everything, I think.  It all sounded par for the course for you guys."

"And did you beat the shit out of her?" I asked, hopefully, knowing that I no longer had any leverage over Tegan if she straight up came clean already.

"No. . ." Janessa laughed.  "It sounds to me like you were just as nasty to her as she was to you.  I say you guys just call it even and try to avoid each other for the rest of the summer." Janessa suggested, with a soft smile.

"That isn't how this works, Jane!" I said in a panic. "The fear of you kicking her ass was the only thing keeping her from having her way with me!"

"I think you're overreacting Preston.  Not everyone in the world is out to get you like that." She replied, rolling her eyes. 

"That's true, but SHE is!" I shouted, nearly hysterically.

"Whatever!  If she actually hurts you, I'll deal with it, ok?  And in the meantime, try not punching her in the face or calling her a cunt, for starters!"

"Tell her to stop trying to sit on me!" I shot back.

"God!  I forgot how annoying you two could be!  You're lucky I don't sit on you, after the shit you pulled today!  Tegan told me you were standing right there when I called!  I specifically told you not to go anywhere cuz we had shit to do today, didn't I?!" Janessa asked, looking like she was talking to herself because I  still hadn't come back out of my house.

"I forgot. . ." I lied, pathetically.

"You're so full of shit!" Janessa spat back, before leaving without another word.

The next few weeks were uneventful.  Tegan left me alone.  Janessa continued to boss me around.  My mom's conference came and went successfully.   I for my part, had to listen to her rave about how great of a hotel and catering operation Zoey was running. 

I never was able to prove to my parents that Zoey was guilty of anything.  Even though I got Cadence to tell them and everything, they kind of just brushed it off and didn't want to talk anymore about that night.

I guess she had gotten away with it. . . Not like it really matters all that much, seeing as how I'm on course to be a millionaire in a few more months anyway. Hopefully around the time they finish the cure for my shrinking.  We have been waiting for word for a few weeks (On top of the initial 2 years since I had been normal size) Yes, I'm definitely fucked up, and have Zoey to blame, but the money definitely helped me cope with it.

Fast forward a couple more weeks.

I was over at Cadence's place yet again, hanging  out with her and Keira, when I got a call from my sister.  Of course, I ignored it, but she called another two times followed by a text

[CALL ME, YOU LITTLE SHIT!]

I still waited for another hour or so to call her back, and I regretted it immediately as she demanded I come home.  I told her to fuck off, and to both my and Cadence's surprise, 20 minutes later she showed up and angrily dragged me out, with Cadence and Keira laughing their asses off.

When we got back to the house, we walked in to the entire family sitting in the living room, my older brother, his wife and three kids as well. I immediately guessed what the occasion was and I was right.

The cure was finished.

It had a 100% success rate, and all of the people who I had met at the lab who had been shrunk, were all back to normal. 

As my family took turns divulging the news, I couldn't help but begin to cry.  My body was overwhelmed with emotion and began to release without my permission.  The rest of the day was that uncomfortable family celebration that I had wanted to avoid when I had first chosen not to come home right when I had been free of Zoey.

The next few days were a total blur as I waited for my turn at the lab.  My plane to Seattle was leaving in the morning now, and tomorrow I would be normal again. . . . 

"Normal" I thought to myself as I laid in my bed in the dark of my room, with my headphones on. A room I had know as both normal and huge, in my lifetime.  I didn't know if I would stay here for awhile, or branch out and finally buy my own studio in the city. 

That had always been my dream after a-

I held that thought as I thought I felt something move in the darkness.  I took off my headphones and listened for a long moment, but didn't hear anything. The lights were still off in my room, with only the glow of the dimmed hallway light casting any illumination and I checked my phone. 

[3:23 A.M]

Damn. . . . I really needed to get some sleep.  Putting the headphones back on, I closed my eyes again, listening to the sound of rain and thunder to help relax me.  It always he-

What the fuck?!

Taking the headphones off again, this time I was sure I felt the thump of feet on the floor.  I sat up in bed stared off into the darkness of my room.  In the glow of the hallway, I saw someone or something move across the doorway.

My heart skipped a beat and I began to panic, debating whether I should hide, or turn on the lights. Outside my house I felt the footsteps approaching.  I made a decision, rushing toward my bedroom light.  On the wall, one switch was for only the room in my house, and one was for all the lights in my house and the light to my regular sized room. 

I flipped on the big light and rushed to my window, expecting to see Tegan trying to fuck with me, or my niece or nephew or anyone. . . But the fact that there was nobody there was honestly more terrifying.  My mind nearly broke as I scanned my entire room but saw nothing.

"What the fuck?" I said to myself, under my breath as I cowered in my room, deciding on my next course of action. Calling out to any intruder somehow seemed out of the question.  Grabbing my phone off my bed, I pulled on a pair of jeans and a shirt and cautiously made my way down the stairs and to the front door, standing with a hand on the doorknob for a long moment.

Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and swung the door open.  Still there was nobody there.  Another deep breath and against my better judgement, I stepped outside. Still there was nobody there.

"T-Tegan?. . . If that's you. . . I swear to God I'm gonna have Nessa kick your ass!" I stammered, zero conviction in my voice and knees shaking. 

From behind and above me I heard a snicker.  I nearly snapped my neck whirling to see who it was, but I never did make a positive identification.  Instead, I was met with the sole of a converse sneaker on a collision course with me a moment before it pile drove me into unconsciousness.