I woke up to a heavy pounding on my door. In hindsight, I should have just gone right back to sleep. Just kept my head down, but another 3 room shaking knocks told me it wasn't an option.

I rolled off the couch and on to the floor with a thud. Crawling to my feet, I stumbled over the beer cans from last night on my way to the door. I peered through the peephole, ever suspicious of anyone who knocked. My heart dropped.

Madeline.

Madeline was my giant, bitchy, redheaded neighbor. I say giant, but maybe that isn't fair seeing as how I'm below average height at only 5'4 115lbs. Madeline on the other hand was at least 6'1. I'm not good with guessing weight, and I knew better than to ask, but If I was at gunpoint, I'd say North of 180lbs. From the times that I had been forced to be in close proximity to her, I couldn't help but notice that her feet were no less than a few sizes bigger than mine. Her thighs were at least twice as big as my little twigs and her torso made me look like a pencil. Now she was outside my door and she looked pissed. Still I opened the door.

Immediately I was pushed a few steps back by a big hand in my chest. I looked down do see a piece of yellow paper in her fist.

"What's this?" I asked, confused.

"It's a fucking towing bill!" She shouted at me. I couldn't help but wince as her morning breath washed over me.

"Oh don't give me that shit!" She spat in response to my reaction.

"What's this about? I don't even own a car. . . "

"It's MY towing bill stupid!" She yelled, taking a step closer to me. She was halfway through my doorway now.

My face must have told her I didn't get where she was going with this.

"Last night, your little dick head friend parked in my spot, and since Mrs. Davis is back from Virginia, I couldn't use her spot and had to park in the fucking street! My car got towed in the middle of the night, and I had to call a fucking uber to get to work right now!

I had to fight the urge to mouth off to her. I really did. While trolling WAS one of my favorite pass times. Trolling this angry red hair giant here and now, seemed like a great way to get my face punched in, so I respectfully handed the bill back to her.

"Well I'm sorry to hear that, I'll tell Jesse to park somewhere else next time." I told her calmly, before trying to close my door.

The next thing I knew, the bill was plastered to my face, before Madeline followed through, shoving me to the ground.

"I'm here because you're paying the bill you little shit! YOUR friend parked in MY spot, so it's only fair that YOU pay to get my fucking car back!" She screamed, standing over me now, fully in my apartment.

"You better have it back here by the time I get home from work, or you're finished! 10 hours. Plenty of time for even a fuck up like you!" She shouted, before tossing the key to her car on my stomach and stepping out of my apartment, slamming the door behind her.

"Jesus Christ, what a fucking bitch!" I said to myself as I managed to stand.

I looked down at the bill on the floor.

[$248.63]

This really wasn't what I needed at this point. Yes I had the money, but I was saving it for bigger and better things. I pondered what Madeline might actually do to me if I dared to not get her car back.

1: being twice my size and what felt like 3 times as strong, the physical damage would most likely be note worthy.

2:my reputation. Seeing as how we were both YouTubers, she could try to expose me on her channel for not doing the right thing. . . . Or. . . . Or!

I could totally turn the tables on her! If I could envoke her rage on camera, it would paint a slightly different picture for all of her adoring subscribers. See, Madeline's channel was a wellness/asmr/lifestyle type channel. She was always super cheerful and kind hearted in her videos. Not that I watched a ton of them, but when I had moved in 6 months ago, while she had greeted me the first time, she talked me into subscribing to her.

I admit that I had only done it because she was hot as fuck, but in the back of my mind, it was also a way to keep tabs on things she might say about me if I happened to piss her off.

I pondered this for a second as I went to my room and got dressed for the day. I threw on my usual attire of a t-shirt, shorts, and slip on shoes and headed outside on to the walkway for my second floor apartment. I stepped into the beautiful Florida sunshine and walked past Madeline's apartment on my way to the stairs. For a moment I contemplated just sticking the bill to her door and walking away, but her threat actually made me think twice.

Checking my phone, I saw that it read 8:15. I was pretty sure that the towing place was open, but my pride wouldn't let me go there first thing in the morning because "fuck madeline!"

Walking down the stairs, I grabbed my bike from the rack, unlocking it and wheeling it out into the street. I jumped on and headed down the block to my favorite breakfast spot to get coffee and something to eat.

I managed to kill an hour and a half bullshitting with my friend Javier, who was an employee at the shop, before I headed back to my apartment. Flopping down on my couch, I picked up my controller, and logged back into my game.

I burned another 3 hours on my game, completing various missions and getting my stats up. It made for some good YouTube content and when I was finished, I went about the lengthy process of uploading the footage. I let my computer do it's thing, and left to go handle Madeline's bullshit.

Studying the towing bill, I got the address and took off on my bike. It took me 45 minutes to get there and by the time I did, I was exhausted. I walked into the main office and was greeted by a thick Cuban woman behind the desk.


"What can I do for you?" She asked, nicely.

It took me a second of fishing in my pocket, but I finally found the bill and handed it to her. She typed it into the system and I reluctantly handed over the cash to pay for it. She pointed me in the direction of "Lot C" and went back to whatever she had been doing.

Out in the lot, I found her car, A year old Ford focus RS and showed the yard employee the receipt for the release. I rolled my bike up to it, folded down her seats and carefully slid it in through the hatch.


I opened the drivers door and sat down, looking around the cabin. The first thing I noticed was that it reeked of fruity lotion in there. . . . Ridiculous. Second, her seat was so far back that my feet couldn't even touch the pedals. It further drove home the fact that either I was incredibly tiny. . . Or she was very much large.

Either way, there was only one problem left to solve. . . . The car was a stick shift. . .

Sure, I had driven manual cars on video games, but never in real life. This really wasn't the greatest time to be learning, but I didn't have much choice.

Getting her car home was way more of a struggle than it should have been. A full hour later, I finally pulled into Madeline's parking spot. I unloaded my bike, chaining it back up, and decided to lay out by the pool. It wasn't long before I drifted off.

"Hey! Shithead! Wake up!"

I heard the voice. . . And I knew who it belonged to. . . But the tone was less than friendly so I decided to keep my eyes closed. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the deck chair I was laying on was flipped over like it weighed nothing and I was dumped roughly on to the concrete.

"What the fuck!" I screamed as I picked my face up off the ground pavement.

A second later, I felt a pointy toed shoe in my ribs and I was flipped over onto my back. When I opened my eyes, I was staring up at Madeline, still in her work uniform.

I could tell she was angry, but it was nowhere near as mad as I was. I went to stand but my chest was met with a wide, high heel and I was pressed back into the dirt, her stiletto digging into my sternum.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" I gasped, clutching her calf.

"You little. . . Cockroach!" Madeline hissed at me.

"I brought your car back! Get the hell off of me!" I shouted.

By now, neighbors were gathering on the balcony. They watched on as the red haired amazon assaulted me next to the pool.

"Yeah, you brought it back. . . With the fucking check engine light on, and your fucking bike grease on my seats." She said, her voice quiet and calm. She dug her heel in as she said it.

I could do nothing but writhe in pain as she ground me underfoot. The pain shot through my chest and out my back. I tried to speak, but the air was jammed in my lungs. I prayed that one of the worthless neighbors would intervene, but they all proved to be more afraid of Madeline than they were, sympathetic of my plight.

"Now my car needs to go to the dealership to see what the hell you wrecked on it! And guess who's paying for that!" She finished, finally lifting her foot from my chest just as my face began to change color. I rolled on to my side coughing.

"Fuck you!" I sputtered, trying to hold on to a shred of dignity.

I could see in her eyes that she really wanted me right back under her heel, but she looked around and noticed the bystanders that had gathered. Instead, she knelt over me and grabbed me by my shirt, pulling me to her face.

"You're mine, you little weasel! All weekend! " was all she said, before shoving me back down and standing up.

She stood up and straightened her dress, before she turned and walked up the stairs to her apartment.

I layed there for a while, just breathing. I knew Madeline was a stuckup bitch, but I never would have thought in a million years that she was a violent psycho. The pain in my chest hadn't  faded in the least, and I suspected she may have either bruised or fractured the bone.

"What did you do to piss HER off?" A voice said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I looked up, and saw the older man from one of the apartments on ground level, reaching out to help me to my feet. I accepted his help.

"It's a long story." Was all I said, as I kicked the flipped chair out of my way and went to my own apartment.

As I sat down on my couch and picked up my controller, Madeline's words played over in my mind. I didn't know what she meant by it, but at this point, I didn't really know what she was capable of. I had been on the receiving end of two beat downs in the last 12 hours at her hands. I tried to block out the thought, becoming emersed in my game until at some point, I passed out on the couch.


Sometime later, I woke up to a random noise by my apartment door. It was pitch black, except for the glow of the tv screen. I listened, trying to figure out what the noise was.

Nothing.


"It must have been a neighbor." I thought to myself, before closing my eyes again. . . .



"Gotcha!" Was all I heard, before I opened my eyes. The last thing I saw was Madeline rushing from the darkness with a white cloth in her hand. I could only flinch as she lept, her weight crashing into me, before she smashed the cloth to my face, and it all went black.

When I finally came to, light was filtering into the room through the blinds next to the bed. . . . .


Wait. . . .


I didn't have blinds in my room. . . . And how would I have even got into my room in the first place. . . . The last thing I remembered was a dream about Madeline full on abducting me, with chloroform and everything. The next thing I noticed was the smell. .


It smelt exactly like Madeline's car.


Fuck.


I rolled off of the bed and landed flat on my face. . . . Why was her bed so high off the fucking ground?



As I stood up, I noticed the final and most important fact. Everything around me was out of scale. It seemed about twice as big as it should have been. It was an earth shattering discovery, but I didn't have time to think about it. I could hear Madeline's voice somewhere in the apartment.



I walked out into the hallway. To my left was the living room, kitchen and most likely the front door. To my right, I saw what looked like the master bedroom, and beside it, with the door closed, was the room where I could hear Madeline. By the falsely sweet tone of her voice, I could tell she was most likely recording a YouTube video.



I weighed my options. On the one hand, she had left me untied, with the door open and was currently occupied filming some God awful content for her channel. Escape would be all too easy. On the other hand, I was dealing with a woman who had beaten me up twice, somehow broke into my apartment, drugged me, and SHRUNK ME!



I knew I had to get the fuck out of here and go to the police. I ran for the front door and looked up at it. The handle was about even with my face, but she had a heavy number of locks on it and they were all high above my head. Thinking quick, I grabbed and struggled with a chair from her kitchen. Climbing it, I got a better look at the locks.




Fuck.



She had electric dead bolts, pad locks, etc.



I was trapped.



As if on cue, I heard her thumping down the hallway.



"Oh goody, you're awake!" She said cheerfully.



Her voice instantly enraged me. I clenched my fists and turned around, just about ready to beat her to a pulp. I spun on the chair to face her and. . . . . .



The fire in my gut was immediately extinguished.



My knees began to shake uncontrollably.



She. . . . . She was huge. . . .i mean. . . .she was. . . . She was huge before. . . .now. . . .


She was a monster.


Now. . . . I couldn't fathom her.



"Haha, you look like you've seen a ghost!" She laughed when she saw my face.


Madeline walked past me, into the kitchen. I wasn't sure if it was my imagination or reality, but every step she took seemed to shake the whole building. The dishes in the sink rattled as she neared and placed another plate on the small pile.



"Well? Are you going to stand there like a statue or are you going to come over and find out what you're doing here?" She asked casually as she stomped back past me and sat down heavily on the couch in the living room.


Her nonchalant attitude snapped me out of my trance momentarily.



"I know exactly why I'm here! Because you fucking kidnapped me!" I screamed at her, hopping down from the chair and rushing over to stand in front of her.


At my current height, she was still taller than I was, while sitting on the couch. She just sat there like queen on her throne, watching me with a smug look on her face as she listened to me.


"Look, I don't know what your fucking problem with me is, but you need to grow me back to my original height, and let me go, NOW!" I shouted, stamping my foot.


She only giggled as if she was watching a toddler throw a tantrum. She brushed my knee with her big, bare foot playfully as she watched me.



"Don't fucking touch me, you psycho! I'm dead serious, change me back!" I tried again.



"What I want to know is. . . ." She began, standing up, the couch groaning. "What you're going to do if I DON'T, grow you back and let you go?" She asked, pushing me back with her mere proximity.



Admittedly, I was terrified. It was like facing the final boss of a video game with absolutely no experience points. Every part of her was humongous. Each leg was as thick as my chest. My face was even with the crotch of her shorts. She seemed to stretch on forever, all the way up to her smug fucking Face!



I had had enough. I reared back, and punched her in the crotch. Not that I thought it would have any major effect, but my rage got the better of me.


Madeline just laughed at my attempt at fighting her. To my surprise, she didn't strike me down, or break me in half, or pound me into the floor under her wide feet. She only giggled.



"Is. . . . Is that it?" She asked with a smile.


I was silent.



"Ok good! Now sit down and let's have a little chat." She said, sitting back down heavily.



I begrudgingly sat down on the far side of the couch and just stared at her. She was intense. Incredible. I couldn't take my eyes off of her and she was loving it.



"Alright little man, there are two ways this weekend can go. The easy way, where you don't fight me, you mind your manners, and you do what I tell you. . . Or. . . The hard way, where you do fight me, I crush you, I play with your size, I play with your MIND, and the whole weekend. . . If I choose to end our little lesson in respect at that time, will be a living hell for you. . . .the choice is yours."



"You DO realize how insane you are, don't you? You kidnapped me. . . Drugged me. . . .over a fucking parking spot!" I shouted, throwing one of the pillows on the couch at her.



She put her hand up and easily knocked it away before again she stood, the smug look never fading from her face.


"So you DO want to fight then?" She asked from above. Gesturing me to come at her.

"What's the point? You'll just cheap shot me like you did the last two times!" I spat.

"No cheap shots, I promise!" She said, putting her hands up.

"And give me back my size!" I demanded, deciding to try my luck.

"Are you making a deal with me?" Madeline asked, her smile widening.

I said nothing but stood up to face her.

"How about this. . . " she said, putting a finger to her chin. " I'll grow you back. . And if you can beat me in a fight, you're free to go. No more to do with me or my car."

"And if you win?" I asked, ever suspicious and with no hint of emotion in my voice.

"If I win, you stay here, and you stay small and you learn my lessons and give me a hand around here when I tell you to. " she said simply.


"Madeline, you don't fucking kidnap people to "teach them a fucking lesson!" I screamed. "I'm sorry about your fucking car, ok? Is that what you want to hear?!"

"Do you agree to the terms of the fight or not?" She asked, completely blowing me off.

I stood, thinking about it.

"If you don't take the fight, you're still too small to get out. . . You're still stuck in here with me. Only. . . In that case, I might just get bored. . . I might just have to see what I can break of yours, the same as you broke my car hmm?" She asked, taking a step towards me, shaking the room.

It felt like every boss battle I had ever been in, only this character wasn't some carefully crafted masterpiece I had spent countless hours creating. It was me. . . Scrawny little me. . . Even smaller at current size.

But what choice did I have? She was going to break. . . Something. . .if I didn't make a stand.

I took a deep breath. "Ok. . . I agree." I said, quietly.

"What was that, little one? I couldn't quite hear you?" She taunted, taking another step towards me and bending down with her hand to her ear.

"Grow me back already!" I snapped at her, fully realizing she was closing the gap on purpose.

"Fine! It's not like it's going to help! You're what. . . . 5 feet tall fully grown? Maybe 100 pounds if you've had a big meal?" She laughed, turning away and grabbing her phone.

I watched in disbelief, as she tapped the screen a few times before pointing her phone at me. It made a ring tone, and a second later I began to grow. My heart began to race, I started feeling sick to my stomach.

"I see you're turning green. . . Don't you dare throw up on my carpet!" Madeline threatened, rushing over to a waste paper basket and handing it to me. I immediately hurled my brains out for the next minute.


When I was finished, Madeline gave me a cloth to wipe my mouth, and a glass of water. Her kindness was offputting somehow. Like this. . . This monster was acting as if nothing was the matter. . . . I mean, sure I had seen her YouTube channel, and I knew that she could at least "act" nice for the camera, but I had never really bothered to get to know her.


The most thought she usually got from me, was when she was pounding on my door to yell at me and my friends for being too loud, or this or that. I usually just ignored her and disregarded every word she said. I never could understand why every other person in the apartment complex seemed to worship the ground she walked on, but now. . . Now I'm thinking they knew something I didn't.


"Are we doing this or what? Let's go!" She said, clapping her hands.

I reeeaaallly didn't like the fact that she seemed to be happy about this, but I was in over my head at this point.

"Y. . . Yeah, the sooner I take you down, the sooner I get on with my day!" I said, faking confidence.

"Ok! On the count of three. " she began. "One" she took a step closer to me. "Two" another step. I tried backing up. "Three!" She shouted, and rushed me again, a grin on her face and her hands outstretched to grab me.

Instinctively I put my own hands up to stop her.


That was a mistake.



Her arms were miles longer than mine, and they made contact with my chest before I even grazed the fuzz of her t-shirt. What happened next could only be described as the most brutal display of power I had ever experienced.


In a split second, Madeline shoved me to the ground, but this. . . This wasn't a graceful fall were I rolled to the ground, no. . . I went from standing straight up, to flat on my back with zero transition. I hit the floor with enough force that I knew every single person in the 2 story building was now awake.


I didn't have time to even contemplate what was happening, as the wind was smashed clear out of me. The moment my back and head touched down, I instantly blacked out for a second, before seeing stars. My mental systems check showed everything failing as I struggled to even breathe in a heap on the floor.

The fight was over.

I knew it.

Madeline knew it.


Any and all plans I had formulated in my head; distraction, dirty tactics, Brazilian jiu-jitsu. . . . All of it, crushed in a heartbeat. But instead of the normal reaction of possibly killing someone in your living room, you know. . .concern, instead I only heard giggles coming from somewhere in front of me.

Next, I felt the tremors, and heard the pounding of Madeline walking towards me. I didn't know what she planned to do, but I did know there was nothing I could do to stop her. By this point I had realized she was probably strong enough to literally tear me limb from limb if she wanted to. I was in waaaay over my head, but what reason had I had to believe this girly asmr YouTuber, was secretly an apex ambush predator, with the strength of a grizzly bear and a dark side.

All I could do as she approached to finish me off was curl into a ball with my hands over my head, beg, and quiver.

"Ok! You win Madeline! I'm done! I swear!" I pleaded as I heard her stop somewhere around my head.


I could only hear her breathing softly as I imagined she was just sampling the fear off of me. I kept curled in my ball of false security, ready to ride out her storm and fury.

"That's it? One little push and you're done?" She asked, feigning disbelief.

"Something is wrong with my ribs. . I can't breathe." I moaned, pathetically.

"Hmm. . ." She said uncaring and more to herself than to me.

A moment later, I felt the cold, clammy skin of the sole of her foot, plant itself on top of my hands and head. Embarrassingly, I flinched at her touch, and winced as she began to increase the pressure.


This was it. . . . .


What a way to go out.


[Head squashed like rotten fruit by the girl next door]


It was honestly too much for me to handle emotionally, and tears began to stream down my face as I got ready to see my life flash before my eyes.



"Oh geez!" Madeline spat obnoxiously, taking her foot off of my head. "Do you REALLY think I could crush your head?!"



Considering her track record: assault, kidnapping and smashing me into the ground a few seconds ago. . . I would say yes. . . .


Of course. . . . I didn't SAY that to her. I kept myself balled up, and prayed she was done with me.


She wasn't.


She grunted gently, bending over, and again I jumped as I felt her grip my armpits and drag me to my knees. In one smooth motion, she stepped over my shoulders, trapping my head and neck between her tree trunk sized thighs, and sitting lightly on me. Just enough to remind me that I could be crushed at any moment.



"God, you're so itty bitty! It's adorable!" She squealed above me. "My hand is like as big as your whole head!" She commented, placing a big paw on my head. "It's honestly probably the size of a softball!"



She gave her thighs a quick little squeeze to get some type of reaction out of me, as I had resolved to just surviving now. I cringed and stiffened up. I was rewarded with her maddening giggle. She had me in a real world of hurt and she was reveling in it.



Unconsciously, I had brought my arms up, barely long enough to encircle her legs, and had begun to try to pry them off of my neck. This only amused her more and she began a rhythmic pattern of clenching and unclenching my head. It was meant to taunt me, but it had double the effect and wore me out in a matter of seconds, stretching my neck and upper body past its limits. My arms fell limply to my sides as she held me firmly in place.



"How is it even possible that you're so scrawny anyway?-" she asked, picking up one of my arms. She easily encircled my wrist with her thumb and pointer finger. " Did literally everyone steal your lunch money in high school or just the bullies?"



I gritted my teeth as she unleashed another round of clenching.


"E-enough already! You made your point!" I cried in between squeezes.


"And what point is that exactly? I've had you since the moment I brought you here. This little bout could only really benefit YOU. As you can tell, I don't really have any trouble doing what I want with you, even at your full size." She informed me smugly, before reaching down and grabbing both my arms now.



I fought to pull them away, but it was useless. She stood up and cranked them out and back, nearly popping them out of my sockets. The scream was once again trapped by her choking thighs, and I focused on taking any breath at all. To my relief, she only for a few seconds before she let me go, allowing me to flop on the floor, exhausted.



"That move is one of my all time favorites! I have four younger brothers and I always used to crush them with it. I can't even tell you how many times they came at me one at a time or all at once, and they still ended up crushed in the end." She explained, walking over at checking her phone.


The phone.


I knew if I wanted any chance at turning the tables on her, I needed her phone. She must have used some type of dark web app to shrink me and grow me back. If I cou-



"Stand up, I'm not finished with you."


Her voice snapped me out of my concentration. Not that it mattered. My arms had been sufficiently bent into Jello, my neck extended at least a couple inches, and my vertebrae shattered from being slammed on to the ground.


She causally put her phone down on a shelf, and walked back over to where I was laying in a heap. She didn't wait for me to make any excuses and put her hand on my head. Her fingers grabbed a fistful of my hair, and I was pulled roughly to my wobbly legs.


I waited for some overwhelming show of strength, like picking me up, and snapping me in half, but she disappointed. Instead, she spread her arms, and wrapped them around me, trapping my arms and all. I could do nothing as I was lifted clear off the floor, my feet unable to touch the ground in her grip.



A bearhug.


A fucking bearhug.


What dignity and respect I had for myself as a man was crushed along with my body in this feminine embrace. My face began to turn red, not from the pressure, which WAS steadily rising, but from the pure humiliation of being treated this way by this woman.


And I say "this" woman. . . Because there are plenty of women out there who can and deserve to kick my ass, but "this woman. . . [Madeline "queen of the apartment complex" Cooper]. . . . She didn't.


I was only in this position because she ambu-



"Say uncle if it gets too tight!" Madeline said, with a stupid grin on her face like this was some type of mutual challenge.


She had me up against the wall now, leaning her body weight against me, both increasing the pressure, and just wearing me out. The little resistance I did offer, was in the form of just weakly kicking my legs and soft groans. Every now and then, she would bob me up and down like she was comforting a baby.



This. . . This was what it meant to be truly powerless. I'm sure it wasn't the lesson Madeline was trying to drive home, but I felt it none the less. Exhausted and out of will, my head just slumped. I accepted that there were people in the world who would casually abuse whatever power they were given, and I had unknowingly crossed one.


Finally, my mind had decided I had taken enough and I blacked out, leaving my body to fend for itself.

When I came to, light was filtering into the room through the blinds next to the bed.


What the fuck?


Visions of groundhogs day flashed in my mind. The difference was, the pain in my body from head to toe told me that this was no dream. I HAD actually been flattened by Madeline in a "fight" in the not so distant past and I WAS still trapped in her apartment with literally no way out, and zero options physically.


Just like before, I groaned and slid off the bed.



Great.


Just great.



She had shrunken me back to 50% while I was out. The way she was effortlessly making me her little bitch was infuriating and I needed a moment to calm myself before I walked out of the bedroom and back in to the living room. When I got there, I saw Madeline in the kitchen, just finishing with the dishes.



"I'm glad you're awake, you're just in time to help me make breakfast!" She exclaimed, smiling.


My outright fear of her must have shown on my face, because she frowned and walked over to me. Pathetically, just her approach was enough to disorient me and cause me to drop to a knee.


"Are you alright!?" She asked with "genuine concern" kneeling beside me, and placing a massive hand gently on my back.



"Listen, you don't need to be afraid. . . Yes you lost the fight fair and square, but as long as you hold up your end of the deal, things will be just fine. I'm not going to hurt you anymore. I. . . I've had a bad couple days. . . And I admit that you were kind of just an easy punching bag. I AM really sorry about it, but I think that we can work together this weekend, and both become stronger because of it." She said, optimistically.



There it was.


There was the fake, plastic "Maddie" that the internet had grown accustomed to. The ever caring, gentle YouTuber with a horde of brainless, sheep at her disposal and the reason she was a "certified life coach". I guess I should be thanking her for the free sessions I was getting in "life" but between the flattened ribcage and flaccid arms, I found it particularly hard to express my gratitude.


I want to get your approval on something quick first, then we'll get cooking!" She told me cheerfully, and she helped me to my feet. I followed her to the couch, where her laptop was waiting, with something qued up in the video player. I refused to sit directly next to her and just stood.


"Ok! I really think somebody in your line of content will be able to appreciate this. . . Here we go!" She bubbled, before pressing play.








As the video began, instantly my heart dropped. Nobody had ever had this firm of control over my emotions before, and it only worked to compound itself and make things worse.


On the screen, was Madeline's living room. In the center, I stood, facing Madeline. It may have been my imagination, but the camera seemed to make me look even more puny in comparison with her.


Madeline's eyes were glued to the screen, and I used the opening to look around the room to see if I could find any type of camera, but it was so cluttered with paintings and plants and other bullshit that it was almost impossible to tell, even if there was.


I focused back on the video. As I looked it over with a pit in my stomach, the first thing I noticed was that Madeline had edited the video to look like a stage from street fighter, complete with life bars above both of our heads and music overlayed. It was a video effect that had been done a million times in my world, but I guess I couldn't expect her to know that.


Knowing the outcome of the fight made the whole thing harder to watch and I tensed up as I watched her take one step closer, then another and finally I put my hands up to stop her. At that point, the video when to slow motion, and I lived out the following moment one million times if I lived it once.


From the side, I watched Madeline put all of her weight into the shove, and saw my feet easily lifted from the ground before I hurdled through the air like a ragdoll. A second later, the playback speed went back to normal and I smashed into the floor. She added the "hua!" Sound effect from every fighting game ever to this spot, and I watched my life bar drain by 1/4.

I had to admit. . . Adding the music and sound effects was clever. Why? Because it masked the real audio. The audio where I surrendered and still she continued to wreck me. The audio where my head hit the floor and my ribs popped out of place.


Clever.


Next, the frame jumped to where she had me between her legs. A new gauge appeared on her side of the screen, below the life bar. I was lost for a second, but I soon realized what it was.

Squeeze pressure.


As she scissored the shit out of my head and neck, accompanied by a "crunch" sound effect, the gauge began to rise. She timed it perfectly. Right when she released my arms, the gauge was full and an explosion effect, blotted me out of the screen.

I looked up momentarily to Madeline's face. She was still intensely focused on the screen and it was hard to read her expression. It was like she was highly critical of her work, while still enjoying the "comedic value" she thought her editing brought to the video. Like it somehow negated the fact that she had just candidly torn an innocent man to shreds without his consent.

After seeing my life bar drain another 2/3rds from her scissor, it came to the final part that I remembered. Oddly, I glanced down at the time left on the video and it worked out to be way longer than it should have been if she had just let me go after knocking me out the first time.

As I remembered, she scooped me up in her arms, and began crushing me. The pressure gauge returned and once again began to rise. There. . . The point where my face turned red. Noticing my own expression made me look at Madeline's on camera. I hadn't really spent any of the whole experience with my eyes open, so I didn't get to see it.

Concentration.

Pure concentration.

Like. . . I knew that Madeline was a perfectionist. It was just obvious by the way she carried herself. . . But to focus that hard on crushing a guy in a bearhug, making sure the pressure was just right at all times. . . It was a little fucked up to watch, although the whole thing was very uncomfortable for me.

Finally, we reached it. The point where I blacked out. I saw my head slump and for a moment, it looked like Madeline was going to let me go. She lowered me, but just as my feet were about to touch the floor, I lifted my head weakly again. Immediately, she hoisted me back up.


What a fucking bitch. . . .

I couldn't take my eyes away. It was like a chance to watch your own murder. . . . Every bit of this was brand new. I couldn't make out what she was saying to me now, but when she finished, I reacted with a renewed struggle. This prompted a turn of events, and to my shock, Madeline began grinding her pelvis against mine. Just then another gauge replaced the pressure gauge. It glowed blue and was slowly rising and getting brighter as she dry humped me into submission.

I didn't want to know what would happen when the meter got to the top, but just as it was about to max out, Madeline turned from the wall and set me on my feet. Shamefully, I genuinely wobbled back and forth like every fighting game cliche, and right on schedule. . . .

[FINISH HIM!]

I forgot myself for a moment and couldn't help but roll my eyes at it. That moment of cringe was short lived though. The video was almost over and I could feel Madeline was planning something big. With a single finger to my forehead, she easily pushed me to my back again. I could tell I was still consciou, but there was no way I was standing back up again.

I stared, jaw dropped as she sauntered over to me and stood above me, hands on hips. She held the pose for a second before she turned around, sticking out her ass. As much as I hated her before, and even more now, there was no denying she had the body of a goddess. Both my actually self and my on screen self were mesmerized. Lulled into a false sense of security. Then it happened.

Madeline gave the camera one of the sexiest twerks I had ever seen, before her ass dropped. In slow motion, her cheeks descended like pale, twin asteroids bound for my chest. I knew I should look away, but something kept me staring. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she touched down. I was in awe as I watched all of the stored up energy transfer from Madeline's plump butt, through my chest, and out through my arms, legs and head as they flailed briefly from the impact. The high definition camera even managed to catch the ripples of both her cheeks, and subsequently my body. All at once, the blue meter maxed out, my life bar was finished off, the announcer screamed "K.O.!" as it flashed over the screen And a glass shattering effect was added to the frame, likely to mask the actual carnage of seeing my ribcage literally pounded flat under Madeline's fat ass.


Madeline looked over at me, obviously proud of herself as the screen went to black, but a huge, sinister grin appeared on her face, as it came back on with the words [pleasure bonus stage] in the center of the frame.

It was the same view of me laying on my back, out cold on the floor, only this time Madeline was holding the camera and walking around. Instantly, red flags went off in my head as she spoke to the viewers.


"So umm. . . I didn't notice this at the time but uhh. . . . It looks like my big ass was just a little bit too much for little Micah here." She said as she walked over and stood above my body.


I THOUGHT. . . That she was just going to show my face to humiliate me. . . . I was wrong. Dead. Fucking. Wrong.

"It's seems he uhh. . ." She continued, trying her hardest not to laugh both on camera, and sitting next to me. " it looks like he. . . . Creamed his pants!" She exclaimed, as all of the pentup laughter came surging out as she moved the camera to reveal a baseball sized wet spot on the crotch of my shorts.


And just like that. . . My life was over.

I felt a darkness and a wave of despair wash over me, the likes of which I had never experienced in my brief, 18 years on earth. The emotions were too much and I just shut down and went blank. To my left, Madeline was beaming with pride as her on-screen self, laughed harder than I had ever heard anyone laugh. She. . . I. . .


It was as though. . . The title [pleasure bonus stage] was a double entendre. Half of it was alluding to the prominent cum stain on my shorts, and the other half was from the pure ecstasy that Madeline got from holding the key to utterly ending my existence both online and in the real world. I knew that no matter what the cost was. . . . I had to make her delete the video.

"Delete it." I said, firmly.

Madeline gave me an amused look, before closing her laptop and standing from the couch. I knew. . . . I knew she was just trying to intimidate me. . . So I. . .

"It's too late. I already uploaded it. I just thought it was fair to let you see it, so you at least have some time to think of some excuses before your subscribers start asking questions.


My face turned pale as I digested the information. The video was already uploaded to Madeline's channel? How long could I have been out for her to be able to do all that bullshit editing, AND upload the video already.

"You linked the video to my channel?!" I screamed at her, not bothering to contain my rage.

"Haha no! Like I would want anything like this on my channel!" She spat with disgust. "No. . . . I posted it on YOUR channel!" She declared, poking me in the chest with a thick finger.


I took a step back from her as I craned my neck to stare into her cold blue eyes. There was no remorse to be found in them, and there were no words to describe how I was feeling. The implications of what she was saying. . . . She was talking about my livelihood now. . .


"I bet you're wondering how I even got into your account huh?" She asked, turning away from me and going back into her kitchen.


In truth, yes I was, but right now. . . Right now I was dealing with problems bigger than I ever had before. No cheesy high school councillor or seminar in the gym could prepare us for a situation like this. NOTHING could prepare us for dealing with someone the likes of the woman standing before me. She. . . . She was evil, for evil's sake.


"It wasn't hard, considering every device you had was logged into it. The lock on your phone was a problem true, but the computer was easy enough. " She explained, like every super villain in every movie.

The difference was. . . I wasn't some hero who was carefully biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment to launch a counter strike. I was the gamer formerly known as MadMicah37 on YouTube, before. . . Before my cunt of a next door neighbor decided she was going to end my life on a fucking whim!

"You'll be happy to know, the video game style of it. . . It's well received. It's already up to 40k views!" That's not bad for a little toddler channel like yours." Madeline informed me, just digging the knife in a little bit deeper.

But she was right. That WASN'T bad for a video on my channel. Usually my faithful 22k subscribers got me right around that Mark. 22-25k per video. The problem was, it implied that people were sharing the video.

It was threatening to go viral.


"I know you're probably experiencing a wealth of emotions right now, but I have something to take your mind off of it." Madeline said softly, from behind the fridge door.


She took out some ingredients and placed them on the counter between the kitchen and the living room, before walking around it and kneeling in front of me like a mother talking to her son on the first day of first grade.

"Right now, I need you to go back to your apartment, shower, and change clothes. I'm going to grow you back, and I'm trusting you to get that done for me." She said, softly, yet still somehow firmly.

Was. . . Was she giving me an opening here? No. She had to have known I would run if she gave me any window whatsoever.

"I know you're thinking you're going to run, and truthfully, you are welcome to try, but know this. . . I'm setting the growth on 15 minutes. Enough time for you to go home, take a quick show, and change out of those. . . Soiled. . . Shorts." She said, with a slight smirk. "When the timer runs out, the app will automatically shrink you down to three inches and I'll come looking for you."

FUCK.

"I don't think I need to tell you what that means." She finished, ominously.

She was right, she didn't.

"Plus, I know you're a man of your word, and since we had a deal before our little wrestling match, I know that I have nothing to worry about, do I?" She asked me, putting her big hands on my shrunken shoulders and looking me dead in the eyes.

"No ma'am." I said quietly, looking down.

"Good!" She said, standing up to full height.

I watched her pick up her phone, tap the screen a few more times than before, then point it at me. I felt the same rush as earlier, and again I was my full height.

"The clocks ticking little one. 15 minutes." Was all she said to me, before walking down the hall and into her bedroom.