John looked up from his computer to see his boss tossing a file on his desk. “What’s this,” John asked out of habit whenever someone tossed paper work at him.

“Your job,” his boss commented. “Got a possible tax evader. Need you to look into it.” John wasn’t sure why but his boss seemed to be taking this as a personal attack on himself. Sure it’s illegal to not pay taxes, but for his boss to seem so offended like the person themselves was doing this in spite of him? The older man took his job way too serious, that was for sure.

John picked up the amazingly small folder of maybe just a few papers. Normally these folder would have tons of documents or papers with evidence and other filings showing possible tax evasion or false tax reports. However this document barely had anything in it. John opened the folder and nearly gaped at the lack of information, it was less than he expected.

“Is this some sort of prank,” John asked his boss who wasn't laughing.

“You have one week,” John’s boss said before walking away.

“One week?” John muttered looking over the half a paragraph of info, and two pictures. He would probably need like a whole year just to get some actual evidence of tax evasion or fraud or something. There wasn’t a full name on the paper. All they had was a first name on the person, “Vera. Gender Male. Age 18. Residence: 228 Boxen street, apartmant 339. Social security number 777229471.” That was it, nothing else. John looked at the two pictures, one was of the building of residence and the other was of Vera. The image wasn’t a very good photo but John noticed that the person was wearing a baggy green jacket, tan pants with a couple of pockets covering the pant legs that lead down toward some shin high boots, and a beanie covering most of the top of Vera’s head. The person themselves had a very light brown skin tone with dark brown hair covering the left side of his face and eye on his face. The hair itself wasn’t long but no means short, almost what John would call tomgirl style.

John continued to look at the image and for the life of him he couldn’t tell the age or the gender for himself. If the file didn’t specifically tell John, he would be at a lose at guessing Vera’s age or even gender. Vera looked as if they were a runaway teen or something. Judging by the height and build of the person they were somewhere in their late teens. Vera’s height wasn’t the only small thing as the person look pretty thin, not like skin and bones, but it almost looked like the kid hadn’t had a big healthy meal in ages. John would have felt bad asking the person to pick up a 10 pound box. John examined the photo more and just spotted a few more things about the person, like the black nail paint on their finger nails, and the little black choker around the neck. The look on Vera’s face look kind of sad and lonely. Typical features and looks for a troubled child runaway.

John let out a sigh at not just the work he would have to do in investigating Vera, but the fact that he was investigating what looked to be a kid, barely an adult. John himself used to be that age a while back, as he just turned 24. He had been at this job for a few years now, and was still kind of new to it all. Yet he still didn’t understand why he needed to check for tax evasion on Vera, there had to be more important cases and absurd fraud out there.

Checking Vera’s social security number, the case got more interesting as it turned out that Vera had never paid taxes, ever. Yet it said that Vera had been living in the apartment for over 3 years. Which meant he had to have some kind of income to actually afford the rent. With no relatives on file, next to kin, spouse, or other family for an inheritance. Vera seemed to be getting money from somewhere. Also there was no record of Vera owning a job or anything of the sort. So Vera had to be doing something shady like robbery or possibly drugs. Either way, it seemed like illegal activity.

“Well, this does seem kind of shady,” John said as he looked over any record of information that was on Vera. There wasn’t much, it was almost like he came out of nowhere a few years ago. He had citizenship, so it wasn’t like Vera was an illegal immigrant. John mussed over what he would needed to do. If there was no evidence of tax evasion than they couldn’t file for tax fraud. It didn’t seem like Vera would be doing anything suspicious or anything that might give John evidence within a week.

“Maybe I should just take a look around the apartment,” John said looking at the address. It wasn't too far away, he could walk there in 15-20 minutes. Heck maybe he might get lucky and solve this case in less than a week…

John headed down to Vera’s residence. Sure enough the building wasn’t fancy or anything, but it sure wasn’t a place for someone with no money would be living. Even if Vera was on welfare, which Vera was not, they wouldn’t be able to pay the rent of this place. So, John figured he would check out Vera’s apartment if he was let inside. Heading up the 4 flights of stairs, John walked down a hallway toward the apartment labeled 339.

John spotted someone at the door to the apartment.

“Excuse me, are you Vera?” John asked out to the person.

The person at the door didn’t respond or react like they heard John.

However, looking at the clothing and the beanie that was on, this had to be Vera and so John walked up to introduce himself. As John got closer, Vera opened the door and walked into the apartment.

“Mr. Vera,” John called out again not getting a response.

Yet the door hadn’t closed all the way. John figured maybe Vera left the door open for him? Shrugging, John walked into the apartment and closed the door behind him.

Just as John closed the door shut behind him and turned around, he witness something he never would have imagined could be real. John watched as Vera had his back to him. Vera took off his beanie and gave his head a little shake to free up any flattened hair. As Vera shook his head John noticed that out from under the little hat that obscured most of Vera’s features, two pointy elf like ears poked up and out. Two white cords that John couldn’t see coming from Vera’s ears popped out.

“Ahhh, it’s so good to free up my ears,” Vera said giving the top of them a gentle rub.

John couldn’t stop himself as he asked, “Are those real-”

Vera let out a high pitched scream as he jumped up and spun around. Before anyone could react Vera flung out his hands and sparkly blue, almost magical looking light flew from his black colored finger tips. The light hit John and suddenly John was stunned.

Soon everything started to grow! No not grow, he was shrinking. John couldn’t move as he watched Vera grow bigger and larger as did the couch and TV along with the dinning table. John felt panic rise as he started to get smaller and smaller. John was less than a foot tall and John was still shrinking. He was so panicked that he couldn’t speak as he watched with horror as both he and Vera looked at each other having the same dreaded expression. Finally John could move and he found that he looked to be only 6 inches tall.

“WHO ARE YOU,” Vera pointed at John, who was cowering a little from the now large boy.

John couldn’t help but stutter at his own words, “Me-me? WHAT ARE YOU?!” John asked pointing to Vera’s ears.

Vera quickly went to cover his ears up.

“Oh no….” Vera worriedly said as he grabbed his hat and quickly hid his pointy ears under them. “You… you didn’t see anything.”

“See anything? LOOK AT ME?!” John yelled as he looked at his incredibly small body. “Did you use magic on me?”

Vera bite his lip as he held onto the hem of his cap. “Oh no, no, no… I messed up,” Vera said worried about what was going on. This was not good, not at all. Not only did someone see him as an elf, but he actually used magic on them too! He broke almost ever rule the government set for him, which would only lead to deportation.

Vera couldn’t help but recall his home land, one from another world or dimension that he had spent nearly his entire life in. That world was just horrible, especially after Vera came to this one. Here there was tons of chocolate and sweets, potato chips, french fries, and more! Back home, they had such bland foods. Vera was a common elf which meant lots of manual labor and hard work. There was also wars. So much fighting and killing, blood… so many of Vera’s family and friends gone. He just couldn’t take it anymore.

Vera, who had magic, tried to run away which ended up with him finding a way to travel between worlds, and when he arrived on Earth, he found a group of people waiting on the other side of the portal. It turned out Vera wasn’t the only one that tried to escape to this world. Apparently others with magic from Vera’s world or possibly others came over using portals, which gave off a lot of energy. The government or governments, that were waiting for Vera took him in. Vera didn’t know all the details but something about magic was a fuel source for some kind of reactors or something they use. So Vera and whoever else they knew about would dump magic into them every month to keep them powered. In exchange Vera would be giving a place to live, food, money and whatever he need. The only thing was, no one could know. They couldn’t know about his race, or the other races, and definitely not about magic.

Which Vera just broke both rules all in one.

Vera was looking at the small 6 inch man standing in his shrunken clothes who liked slightly confused but more upset if anything. Vera on the other hand was having a panic attack. He was panting heavily as he did his best not to break down in tears.

“ohhhh,” Vera moaned nervously.

“Look, just change me back. I’ll forget everything about what happened, ok,” The little guy said to Vera who started to nod his head.

“Yeah… yeah I'll change you back. We-we can pretend this never happened… uh...” Vera said hesitant.

“What?” The small man looked panicked now, “Don’t tell me you can’t undo this?!”

Vera heard the worry and something in him snapped at the accusation and judgy tone of the little person. “I-i can too!”

“Well,” The little suited man said looking at him like this was all his fault, “Hurry up kid.”

Vera started to get upset as his ears were turning red. Sure his face probably had a shade of red flushing in, “I-I’m not a kid! I’m over 1000 years old, thank you!”

“Look, I don’t care if your 1000 years old or 12… just fix me,” The man in Vera’s home ordered him.

Vera finally couldn’t take it as he folded his arms over his chest, “And… what if I don’t want to?”

John paused his demands. John tried to change his tone as he realized it was just like he was dealing with a bratty kid. “Don’t want to? Kid… or elf...” This only made Vera narrow his eyes at him, “Vera. Sorry, Vera, look this wasn’t my fault. Your the one that did...” John shrugged, “This. So, can you please just change me back? Obviously it seems like you did something wrong. Just put me back to the way I was and no one gets in trouble, right?” This seemed to get to Vera as he started to calm down from his bratty like mood. His face didn’t look upset and his arms unfolded, yet he still wasn’t doing any magical things.

“I.. How do I know I can trust you,” Vera finally said as he got closer to John. Vera squatted down on his toes, rested his elbows on his knees and held his chin in his hands as he examined John closer. It was now that John saw how large Vera’s large looming face was. It was massive, especially how small Vera was to John’s normal size.

“How can you trust me,” John finally said not sure what Vera meant.

Vera raised an arching eyebrow as he said, “I mean you did just walk into my apartment-”

“Now hold on,” John said trying to defend himself, “You left he door open I thought that meant you were letting me in.”

Vera scoffed, “Why would I leave my door open to a stranger?”

“Look ki- Vera,” John said correcting himself, “I work with the IRS, I’m an agent there and I was sent to ask you questions concerning your taxes.”

Vera frowned before he scoffed, “My taxes? I don’t pay taxes.”

“My point exactly,” John told him. “I was sent here to investigate if you have been evading-”

Vera cut off John, “It sounds like your the one evading my question, why would I leave the door open to a stranger? And why should I trust that stranger, and what he is saying? Hmmm,” Vera asked acting a little smug at his questioning and thought process he had for John.

John fought back any outburst that he wanted to make, “Fine. Than what do I have to do to get you to trust me that I wont tell anyone and so you can change me back?”

After a few moments Vera pondered the question. After a even longer pause Vera just shrugged, “Don’t know.” John looked at Vera who seemed to be taking this situation almost too easy right now. “I guess I’d need a few days to know if-”

John sputtered “A few days?! Look, you can’t keep me here for that long. I had a week to file your report to my boss.”

“Yeah that would do,” Vera perked up. “A week should be plenty of time!”

“A week…” John said in disbelief. He couldn't’ be here for a week. “KID,” John quickly changed his wording, “VERA,” John called out trying to get him to understand that John was not able to stay here a week. “I can’t be here for a week.”

Vera gave him a confused look, “Why not?”

“I have a life,” John told him.

“Like, you have a family waiting for you,” Vera asked.

John paused, “Well… uh no,” John said as he recalled he lived on his own. He lived with no one, not even a roommate. His parents only checked up on him every couple of months, if even that. “But my job,” John told Vera. “They will wonder where I'm at...” John trailed off realizing that wasn't true either, as with this week long assignment, they wouldn’t check up for the whole week till it was due. “In about a week,” John finished saying.

“See,” Vera told him like it was just that simple to be stuck here with a giant elf that he knew nothing about, at the size of a small action figure. “Alright, well I’m going to change into something more comfy,” Vera said standing up and leaving John was left there as Vera started to walk away to what John could only assume was his bedroom.

And just like that John was stuck in a strange person-

No not person, elf. He was in an elf’s apartment, shrunken to 6 inches standing there alone while the child like magic caster went to change his clothing.

Trying to look on the bright side of things, “A week will be the longest I’ll be here, I can probably leave sooner. Yeah just, smile and be friendly…” John told himself as he figured the sooner he was normal sized the sooner he could leave. “Ok. So now what?” John said out loud, finding that Vera couldn’t hear him from his room. “Of course, looks like he forgot about me,” John said slightly annoyed.

Not wanting to be standing in the middle of no where, John looked around for somewhere to sit. It wasn’t till now that John finally got the lay of the apartment. It wasn't a very big one, there was the room he was standing in that had a large couch on one wall facing a pretty big flat screen TV, or maybe it was a small one? John couldn’t tell by his size, everything was big.

The living room that John was in, split off and headed to the left and right. On the left side, it lead to an open kitchen that had a dinning table with 2 chairs tucked in for eating. There was the simple kitchen set up with a fridge, sink, dishwasher, and a bunch of cabinets along the kitchen counter. On the right side, lead to a hallway with two doors. One was closed, the one that Vera was in, which John knew was the bedroom. The other room had to be a simple bathroom. That was all there was in the apartment. It seemed simple, not much was out for John to further explore or see. It almost seemed like it was lacking something. John wasn’t sure what.

“Okay, that’s better,” Vera said walking out of his room and heading toward John.

Vera had obviously taken his hat off so his elf ears were exposed. Not that it matter now, since he knew Vera’s secret. Vera had changed into some very baggy and roomy clothing, a sweatshirt that had the sleeves just long enough for his hand to be tucked into them, and some baggy pants that covered past his feet. Vera sighed and looked to be in a super comfy and relaxed state. Vera shuffled from his room toward his kitchen, looking for something to eat.

“I guess your my guest,” Vera told John who was trying to follow after Vera who slide into the kitchen. “Did you want something to eat?”

“Sure,” John said trying to keep up with the Giant elf shuffling ahead of him. Figuring that he might as well try and make conversation to befriend the elf, John continued, “What do you have? Like do elves eat something different?”

Vera looked hurt at the John’s assumption, “We eat the same thing.” Vera entered the kitchen part of his apartment and started to open up his fridge, it looked pretty empty, “ohhhh.” next he went to a cabinet and opened it up, “...hmmm I think,” Vera mused at the dilemma as he opened another pretty bare cabinet with little to no food in it, “I might be out of food,” Vera pouted. “And I could have gone to the store too,” Vera huffed as he crossed his arms and looked upset. Finally coming to terms he simply sighed, “Looks like we’re going to have to go to the store.”

“We,” John asked not sure if he heard right.

“Well, I not going to leave you here by yourself,” Vera told him. Before hurrying off to his room again before John could stop him.

John waited for what seemed like another 10 minutes as he waited a little annoyed at the elf for leaving him on the floor for so long. Finally Vera came out of his room in a new getup that was similar to his previous one. He had his coat and boats on and looked ready to go outside. When Vera came up to him, John asked the simple question he wanted to say before Vera left him on the floor, “So… your turning me back to my size to go shopping with you?”

Vera looked confused at John’s question, “Turn you back… no silly.” Before John could comment he saw Vera lift his hands and like before some blue sparkles came out and showered John. Before John could protest he felt himself starting to shrink again.

“Wh-wait,” John protested but it was too late as he lost another 3 or so inches till he was probably the size of a mouse or smaller.

“There,” Vera said sounding proud of himself as he scooped up John and held him in his hand. “Now… were to put you,” Vera pondered.

John wanted to argue or damned he was returned to his previous height 6 inches. Even thought it was still a significant less of his actual size, it was better than this finger tall form. “You just shrank me again!”

Vera ignored John’s protest as a thought came to him, “I got it, you can go here.” Vera brought John up to his head and tilted his hand. John tumbled out of Vera’s hand and landed on his soft fluffy hair. The strands of hair was like tall grass coming up to his knees at his current size. John was about to move when all of a sudden, Vera started to pull up his beanie and covered his head and ears. This time John was stuck under the massive head cap as he was pushed down into Vera’s scalp and surrounded by his dark brown hair. He couldn’t help but get the smell of his shampoo invading his nose… peach? Sure enough the hint of the peach filled John’s sense of smell. It wasn’t long before Vera started to walk toward the door.

John felt everything moving as Vera walked, it was weird, he could just barely make out the world outside the cap that covered both him and Vera’s head. Through the small fibers were just loose enough that he could just make out the door as Vera opened it and started to leave.

“Whoa...” John said out loud as he tried to brace himself from shifting with every step. He grabbed onto a good handful of hair and held on to it like reins to some kind of ride. Just as Vera spun around from closing the door John felt himself getting flung off of Vera’s head from the spin. In turn this momentum forced John to yank on the clump of hair and pull on it slightly.

“Hey! What are you doing,” Vera asked clapping down on his beanie, and in turn smacking into John.

John felt the slap crush his body with enough force that it made him wince from the massive hand clamping down on him. “ME?! You’re the one swinging your head around. Did you forget I was up here?”

“I didn’t,” Vera muttered. “Jeez, why are you so grouchy,” Vera asked as he went continued to walk.

John was tempted to yell at the elf. Who wouldn’t be upset that not only was he shrunk to 6 inches, he had to spend a week with this kid, who just shrunk him… AGAIN. Now he was riding his head like some kind of bug or something, to go to the store to buy some food. John’s life drastically changed in less than an hour of meeting Vera.

John let out a deep sigh as he started to shift slightly in the tangling sea of hair as Vera walked down the flight of stairs and back onto the street. It wasn’t until a couple of blocks of walking did John notice just how hot and warm it was under Vera’s beanie. It was just warm enough that he felt some sweat building up on him and under his small suit he was still wearing. That scent of peachy smelling shampoo grew the longer the beanie was worn. John felt like he wasn’t just eating a peach but bathing in it. Finally they arrived at the supermarket and Vera grabbed a shopping cart and started to push it throughout the store.

“Oh,” Vera said as he pushed his cart into the snack aisle. “They have a new flavor,” He said sounding excited as he grabbed a bag of potato chips.

John just ignored the comment as Vera started to put a bag or two into his cart. Vera happily pushed his cart down the aisle and went down another. “Got to get some of these...” Vera said grabbing a box of chocolate bars.

“Uh, yeah, those seem fine,” John said as he watched Vera continue to shop.

“Hmm hm hmmm,” Vera started to hum as he started to grab rice crispy treats, snickers, a couple of litters of soda, another thing of chips, and lastly a thing of doughnuts. “For breakfast,” Vera said delighted at the cart of food he now had.

“uh… where’s the vegetables? Protein? What about some fruits? You can’t be serious,” John said loud.

“What,” Vera made a sound disgusted, “Vegetables… yuck. I’ve had my fill of veggies,” Vera said sounding upset and disgusted by the idea of eating something that wasn’t sweet or salty or amazing like the many junky snack foods in his cart. “This stuff is sooooo much better, trust me. Have you ever had these,” Vera said holding a small box in front of him hoping that John could see it, “Like they are to die for.”

“I’ve had doughnuts before, but you can’t live of this trashy food,” John told him.

Vera pouted, “What are you talking about? Of course you can. I’ve been here for a few years, and this is by far the best thing I've tasted in soooooo many years.”

John sighed, “Fine, just get me like a banana, maybe some carrots, heck I don’t know a salad?”

“Fine, but you have no idea what your missing out on,” Vera taunted as he went and picked up John a simple banana and small bag of lettuce.

John watched as the elf grabbed a few supplies for him and spotted someone off to Vera’s side shopping too. Vera seemed too preoccupied with which bag of green stuff to get John, than to notice how close he was to the person. John was tempted to start shouting really loudly and get the person’s attention. To get them to save him from Vera. John took a deep breath and was about to yell as loud as he could till Vera asked, “Which one did you want?”

John took a moment. Was he really asking him what he wanted…?

“Hmm,” Vera mused, “Which one?” Vera asked again.

“uh, the roman lettuce… please,” John told him surprised that he was tossing the bag in his cart of junk food for him. Before John could try and shout for help, the shopper was already walking away from Vera leaving them both alone. His chance to escape was gone. However, he was more surprised at how Vera acted, he actually asked him for his opinion. Even if it was for something simple, at least he seemed to care…

No sooner did that thought come across his mind, Vera stopped moving his cart. “So itchy,” Vera said.

John wasn’t ready for the massive hand to come down on top of his position and pin his body to Vera’s scalp. Sure enough the little elf started to scratch and rub the irritated spot on his head, which was right where John was. John’s face was smashed into Vera’s head and rubbed up and down, left right, and all around as John was ferociously shoved into the hard scalp of Vera and scrubbed into the skin and hair. John let out a muffled cry as his body was pressed down hard and deep into the agitated spot.

“Ahhhh,” Vera said scrubbing harder and rougher till the tingling went away, “Better.” Vera sighed as he continued to walk toward the checkout lane.

However, it wasn’t better for John. No… it was worse. His body felt like it was broken, crushed and mangled… but he was still in one piece. As much as his body screamed in pain, he couldn’t echo it verbally. Not with the thick strands of hair tangled and surrounding his mouth. They muffled any hint of sound his body wanted to produce. In fact the long tendrils of snake like hair wrapped around most of his body preventing any such struggles or movement. John was officially tied up by Vera’s peach smelling hair. The strands dug into his skin as he tried to break free only cutting and hurting his skin more and more. Not enough to drawl blood, but there were definitely going to be some red marks over his body.

“Mmmmm,” John shouted out for Vera to help him.

However it must have turned out he couldn’t hear a thing, even with his ears in the beanie with him. The hair must be too stifling for John to be able to speak out. Crying out one more time, John tried to bite through the long brown hair but found it was too strong to chew through. So John could do nothing as he was tied up like someone into a sexual bondage fetish. Hands and arms wrapped up and pinned down, mouth full and covered with the peachy hair and unable to break free till someone save him. Which might be a while.

Vera seemed completely oblivious to John’s predicament, “Alright anything else?”

“...”

“No?” Vera just shrugged, “K.”

Vera entered the long line of customers as waited for his turn to pay for his food. When it came to his turn, Vera saw the payment and pulled out his wallet in his pocket. “Ok, so… ummm that’s...” Vera said struggling a little to find the right amount of money. “He-here,” Vera said nervously as he held out the large bill to the cashier that looked slightly annoyed that he had to break the bill. Vera felt a wave of embarrassment hit him as he heard some grumbling from behind him and in the rest of the line. Sure enough he was making everyone wait as the cashier had to count out all the bills, that Vera nearly clean him out of.

“Th-thanks,” Vera said grabbing his money and bags and heading out of the store. Vera grumbled to himself and his little person on his head, “How was I suppose to know that was too much…” Vera wasn’t used to this world’s currency just yet. Sure he was ok with small bills, but when it was that much… Vera panicked. “Stupid money,” Vera grumbled as he recalled the looks and muttering about him taking forever. “Why didn’t you help,” Vera asked slightly upset that the human on his head decided now to be silent. “Huh,” Vera asked again giving his head a little shake to get him to speak. He felt the slight tug on his hair letting him know he was holding on to his head, but still remaining silent. This just made Vera more upset as he felt like the little person was making fun of him or something. “Meanie...”

John on the other hand tried to say something multiple times as help, but he was too tied up at the moment. It only got worse when Vera shook his head and flung him around. Still bound and tied up, John was yanked and flung around like a rag doll, having the hair only rip and pull on him even more as he got a little more tangled up. He wouldn’t be surprised if he was nothing more than a hair ball on Vera’s head. All John could do was listen to the grumbling Vera as he headed home sounding upset.

Finally after a long quite walk back to Vera’s apartment, Vera went inside and shut his door before flinging his beanie off his head and taking his hands and rubbing his scalp, “Get off my head,” Vera demanded, sounding upset.

Sure enough that was all that John needed, the two large hands rubbing and untangling him. The hair was soon unraveled from his body. With the force of Vera scrubbing his head with his hands and shaking his head, John went flying off his head and to the ground. John landed with a good thump and his back slammed into the ground bouncing him a little as he felt the hard blow of the wooden floor collide with him.

“Oof,” John said. His back stinging from the impact.

Vera didn’t say anything as he stomped away and headed into his room, presumably to get changed out of his clothes.

“Vera,” John wheezed for a little trying to get his breath back. “VERA,” John tried again but got no response.

Finally Vera came out of the room yet again in baggy clothes. The same oversize sweat shirt and pants draped over him as he exited his room, still looking upset and pouty about before. Vera didn’t bother picking up his bags from the floor as he got up on his couch and sat down, pulling his legs up to his chest and looking off at the TV as he turned it on. Completely ignoring John.

John headed over to Vera and tried to get his attention. “VERA,” John finally shouted for him to hear him, or to stop ignoring him.

“What,” Vera asked mopping.

“… can you at least talk to me or turn me back to-”

Suddenly John felt himself growing a little before he was back to his 6 inches… not normal, but more than before.

“Thanks,” John said. “Look about before, I tried to help-”

“No you didn’t,” Vera said sounding upset, “You didn’t say anything… you didn’t try to help.”

John should be the one upset, his skin still hurt where he was tied up by the hair. “Look,” John said trying to get Vera to literally look at him. When Vera didn’t John said again, “Look, like seriously look at me.”

This time Vera did and it was now he saw the red marks that were left on his skin from the rope like hair, “What happen to you?”

“I was stuck in your hair. Literately, when you scratched your head, you tangled me up. I could barely breath.”

This time Vera seemed to understand. He instantly looked worried, “...I, I didn’t mean to. I just… I kind of forgot,” Vera said looking sad. “Sorry, I- I thought you were...” Vera didn’t finished as he just as sad if not sadder. “I don’t have a lot of friends, or anyone. I thought we were getting friendly, and than when you didn’t help...”

John tried to connect with Vera, if not just a little, “Yeah, I understand. I’m kind of the same, with not a lot of friends. It’s alright, I just thought you were going to kill me with all that hair wrapped around-”

Vera cut him off, “Well you can’t really die.”

John frowned, “What? What do you mean?”

“Well, your kind of,” Vera did air quotes with his fingers, “Invulnerable.”

“Invulnerable? That shit hurt,” John argued.

Vera gave him a nervous laugh, “Invulnerable isn’t unhurtable… or maybe it does mean that? I just know you can’t break.”

Break? John wasn’t sure if he liked the way he said “break” so carelessly. It almost sounded like he viewed him as a toy or something, rather than a person. “Riiiight, ok, anyway yeah I couldn’t speak at all. If I could I would have told you to use the 50 instead.”

“The 50? Oh the other green thing?”

“Green thing...” John repeated, “Cash. Bills. Money. Yes, the green thing in your wallet. Do you not know much about our currency?”

“… a little.” Vera told him.

John rubbed at some of the red marks that were starting to fade, “Ok, look, Vera… If I teach you how to use our currency, will you trust me more?”

Vera seemed to light up at the idea of learning about their money system. “OH yeah definitely!”

John felt good about this situation now. He had a use for the elf and that meant that he could teach him a few other things that maybe he doesn't know about. Heck he could show him how to do taxes too. Than he would have to be grateful or at least see him as a helpful friend and turn him back. At least he hoped.

“Alright so let’s get started-” John said only to be cut off by Vera kicking his feet out from the couch and standing up looking happier now.

“BUT FIRST,” Vera said excited looking at the TV and pointing his finger at the screen. “I GOT to watch this movie! I’ve never seen this one before! Oh here,” Vera said picking up John with no effort and setting him down on the couch. Vera headed over to the bags on the floor and grabbed one of his many snacks and headed over to the couch. Vera plopped down on the couch. John felt himself bounce as the massive elf gleefully sat on the couch and started to kick his feet up. Soon the large elf was laying down lengthwise on the sofa with a bag of chips popped open and looking at the TV. His attention was solely on the movie playing, some SciFi movie that John didn’t care for.

John wanted to get his attention as he sat there on the edge of the couch with Vera laying behind him. His stomach region was behind him with a bag of chips in between John and Vera as he shoved his hand into the bag and started to munch on the salty potato based food. “Hey Vera-”

A loud crunching sound cut him off as Vera munched on the greasy junk food. The sound of the crunching soon turned to chewing and slight gulp was heard. John tried to say something when the belly behind him let out a rumbling sound, at the delight of receiving the insanely salty treat. Vera’s hand was already back in the bag before John could speak over the stomach sounds or the TV’s loud noises.

John just let out an annoyed sigh as the Elf was too busy with watching the lame-

Suddenly a large hand offered some chips for him. John looked to see Vera giving him a small pile of chips to eat, while they watched the movie.

Through a mouthful of food, “It’s good. Try some.”

John was hesitant, he wasn’t much of a junk food guy… but what the heck. Taking some chips he started to eat some. They were very salty, but it wasn’t that bad.

With nothing else he could do, John just sat there and watched the silly science fiction film that Vera seemed so preoccupied with. Well, they could always learn about money and stuff tomorrow…

John slowly woke up to the sounds of soft breathing.  He didn’t know where he was, as he started to wake up from his sleep.  Once his eyes were open everything came back to him as he saw the enormous face of Vera sleeping peacefully in front of him.  John let out a started call as he tried to back up, only to bump into Vera’s cupped hands holding him closely.  John looked aorund to find he was much smaller than he recalled from the previous night.  He used to be 6 inches tall, now he fit just fine in Vera’s hands as he slept on the couch.  The TV was still playing in the background.  The sound of whatever was playing could just be heard lightly from the couch.  John looked on the sleeping elf face as the nearly childish looking person had their mouth wide open while they slept.  The sound of breathing coming from the open mouth that was probably 5 or so feet away from John.  The air was exhaled from Vera’s nose as he inhaled with his mouth gently sucking the air around John.  It was enough to flick his hair around a little from the suction.

“Vera?  Hey Vera you up yet,” John called out not too loud to startle the teen looking elf.  “Vera?”

Vera stirred slightly in his slumber, “nooo...” He muttered in his sleep before a smile appeared, “Well… maybe one more,” He sleepily said as he smacked his lips.

John frowned at his words, but before he could realize what Vera was saying, the hands behind him started to push him forward, moving John closer to Vera.

“He-hey what?  VERA?”  John started to get nervous as he was being drawing closer to the mouth.  “Ve-Vera!”  John shouted, but it was too late as John was shoved toward the open maw.  John cried out as he was pushed into the open mouth and landed on the tongue.  The saliva that was dripping off the tongue slathered John’s front body.  “Ehhh,” John groaned as he slippery liquid saturated him.  “Ve-”

It was all that John got out before Vera’s tongue started to roll him in his mouth.  The sappy like substance that was Vera’s spit stuck to John’s skin and clothes as Vera started to moan and ooo, in his dreams.

“Doughnut...yummy,” Vera mouthed as he started to flip his tongue around under John.  The movement of Vera’s tongue and mouth started to jiggle John around in his maw.  One moment John’s legs were sticking out of Vera’s mouth the next they were pulled into the slobbering cave.  Vera kept muttering and sleep talking with John stuck in his mouth.

“Hey! HELP!  STOP IT!”  John protested as the large tongue rolled over his body soaking more of the sticky saliva into his skin and hair.  John tried to use his hands to grab something, but everything was dark and soaked in spittle that he didn’t have a chance to gain any ground.  Anything he did achieve like standing  on his knees or arms, the massive tongue smacked him upside the face or back as Vera played with him unaware. 

“Candy,” Vera muttered as he soon closed his mouth and started to suck on John’s body.

“Ahhhh,” John yelled out as he felt the air around him compress and Vera’s checks push inward, pressing him into the tongue.  Vera started to suck on John like he was some kind of hard candy, like a jaw breaker or something.  John swore Vera was sucking and pulling a layer of his skin off as he stewed away in the spit and having it sucked off him.  The hot strands of spit would build up around him, swamping with the liquid, and Vera would gulp them down with hard suck and swallow.  Whatever Vera was dreaming of, he was enjoy it as he let out soft moans and sounds of pleasure form chew on John’s body. 

This went on for a while, till things died down.  Soon, Vera’s mouth slowly opened as he started to breath through his mouth again.  John took in a deep breath of fresh cold air as it rushed over his body.

“Get me out!”  John yelled as he tried to climb over the tongue and teeth before he plopped out of the elf’s open mouth.  John looked down with disgust and saw the long strands of spit still clinging to him.  It was like he just swam through a pool of spit or slime, and now he was freezing cold.  There wasn’t much to keep him warm as the wet elvish spit cooled his body in the open air.  “fucking… Gah!”  John cried out as he flung a good amount of saliva off his body. 

Avoiding the hands that were still close to Vera’s face, John walked around and over them so he was away from the tormenting mouth.  John wasn’t sure if Vera would have swallowed him or not if he was any smaller, and he really didn’t want to find out.  John was done with the day already, and it hadn’t even started.  He steeped and climbed over the still sleeping boy on the couch.  Looking ahead at the TV, he saw the cable box flash the time of 10:45. 

Not wanting to stay there with another chance of being Vera’s mouth toy again, John tried to climb down form the couch.  It was a little difficult due to his size, but John made it down and on the ground floor.

“Ugh,” John said flicking more stray strands of spit still attached to him.  He wasn’t completely dried but he was getting there.  The nasty experience was something he would have to talk to Vera about.  There was no way he would do-

A loud yawn was heard from above as there was more shifting and movement.  John looked up to see that Vera was waking up.  He started to sit up on the couch and stretch his arms above his head and let out a loud yawn.  After he was done stretching and yawning, Vera rubbed his eyes.

“Ahhhh, I slept so good,” Vera purred as he sat there on the couch with his eyes looking slightly sleepy but with a very content and happy smile no his face.  “Doughnuts,” Vera smirked as he licked his lips recalling his dream of snacking and the fact that he actually had the said food in his kitchen.  Vera let out a softer yawn as he started to stand up from the couch.  Vera now dwarfed John at his messily size especially now that he was standing and not laying down.  Vera put one hand high over head and started to stretch once again, but this time the movement was pulling his shirt up revealing some of his stomach before he dropped his arms down.  The simple act of stretching put a lazy smile on Vera’s face as he stood there.  “Oh right, John… John?” Vera called out looking around on the couch for the little guy.

“Down here,” John told Vera as he tried to get his attention.

“Hello?  Little guy,” Vera called out looking under the couch pillows and between the cushions.  “Did you fall down there,” Vera asked pulling out the cushions and looking inside the couch for the minuscule person.

John called out another time and another only to be ignored.  He was just too far away for Vera to hear him.  “Stupid size… why am I this small?”  John muttered trying to get closer to Vera who was still looking through the couch for him.  “VERA!”  John shouted as he stood nearly directly behind the elf.  For a creature to be known for it’s hearing for some reason he was oblivious to John’s words.

“Did you fall down there,” Vera called out as he peered over the back of the couch and behind it.

“WHY WOULD I BE BACK THERE?!”  John called out watching the elf climb up on his couch and looking behind it.  “What are you doing?  Do you really think I decided to climb the couch and fall down there??”  John shouted to the unaware elf.  As much as John wanted to be mad at the silliness behind it, he did kind of feel a little happy that Vera was looking for him and would consider everywhere.  It did seem like the elf cared-

John’s thoughts were cut off as Vera’s large foot came down off the couch.  John didn’t even have the chance to cry out as the soft fleshy skin collided with his body and push down on him with such weight that he felt his body break.  The air was crushed from his lungs, his bones creaked and ached to the point they were about to splinter, every cell in his body felt like it was being compressed into a pancake.  John felt his vision fading for a split second before he heard a high pitch scream coming from Vera and he immediately jumped off John.

John gasped for air as Vera jumped up on the couch with a look of pure fright.  This gave John time to breathe, “Gah...ohhhh,” John wheezed slowly sitting up from that crushing experience.  As bad as it was, he was lucky that Vera only stepped on him for half a second and not longer.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”  Vera complained pointing at John, “I thought I stepped on a bug or a mouse!”

“What … am … I doing,” John repeated as he tried to get his breathing back to normal and his body to stop hurting from the pressure he just endured.  As small and tiny as the elf looked, it was deceiving toward how much weight he had under his foot.  “You’re the one stepping on me,” John argued.

“I was looking for you,” Vera argued back, “I thought you got lost or something, and than you try and frighten me like that,” Vera was slowly coming down from the top of the couch, “Why are you on the floor any way,” he asked.

The silly statement brought him back to early this morning when he got a tongue bath from the elf himself.  Heck his size was the biggest issue here, “Why am I this small?!”  John asked with anger.  “I know I was much bigger before I went to bed.”

It took Vera a second to realize what John was saying.  “Oh, right.  Well,” Vera started with, “You started to fall asleep last night, and looked a little cold.  I just thought I would make you small enough to fit in my hands.” Vera told him giving a weak smile, “And… I got kind of tired and started to fall asleep too.  I was going to turn you back to normal, but you looked so adorable all small and stuff, so I thought I would just hold onto you till morning.”

John didn’t know how to explain to Vera that such a simple (and maybe in some weird way kindhearted) action lead to possible the worse morning John had experience in his whole life.  Heck he swore he could still feel Vera’s spit in places on his body that had yet to dry.  Not to mention how sore his body felt now after having his life squish out of him for a second.  Oh yeah, this had to be in his top 5 bad mornings. 

Just as John was going to voice his complainant about his morning Vera apologized, “Sorry.”

John wanted to argue or yell at Vera for his actions or something, but that wasn’t going to get him anywhere.  “Just, can you make me bigger,” John asked wanting to be slightly larger than this.

“Oh yeah,” Vera said already changing John back to his normal 6 inches.  Now with at least a good couple sizes larger now, John felt a little better.  Not as good as being his full normal 6 feet tall self but better than that small size he was.  Once John was slightly larger he heard Vera’s tummy growl and watched as he cupped his hands over the loud beast.  “Hehe, ops, kind of hungry,” Vera weakly smiled.  Getting up off the couch Vera picked up John and carried him over to the table.

“So I was thinking,” John said to Vera, “We could go over money after breakfast.”

“Can we?  That would be totally awesome!  Than I’ll be able to buy things, like so much quicker,” Vera said as he opened a cupboard and pulled out the doughnuts.  Vera had been thinking of them ever since he bought them yesterday.  Those chocolaty circular rings of pure bliss.  Just the thought of them made Vera’s belly cry and wail for them.  There was drool starting to drip from his lips.  Vera set the box down and ripped it open and nabbed one before bring it to his lips.  Opening his mouth Vera let out a delighted sound as he bite into the heavenly treat.  “mmmm so good!   You want one,” Vera offered part of the doughnut to John.

John wasn’t sure.  Watching Vera nibble and bite on the doughnut kind of reminded him of this morning.  But he was hungry and need something sweet to pick him up this morning, “Sure,” John said taking the chocolate frosted doughnut with chocolate flavored breading on the inside.  The all chocolate doughnut smelled too sweet for John’s taste, still he ate the nearly cake like food for breakfast.  It wasn’t till John was done that he looked at the box of 8 doughnut and saw only 2 were left, “JESUS!”  John blurted out startling Vera who looked confused.

“What,” Vera asked around a doughnut in his mouth.  “what’s wrong,” He muffled.

“Where did the rest go?  Did you really just… wow,” John said shocked.  For some reason the little elf’s appetite was monstrous.  The child looking elf devoured six doughnuts so fast that John was shocked that there was even some left.  “Sorry, that’s just… wow,” John repeated.  Vera on the other hand looked hurt.

“What,” Vera asked again, “I’m hungry,” He pouted around the doughnut as he seemed to slow his eating down.

“Sorry, I’m new to elves,” John said shaking his head, “I didn’t know how much they eat or need sugar,” John told Vera.  “Anyway,” John said pointing to Vera’s wallet that was on the table off to the side, “Can I?”

Vera nodded as he pushed the last bit of doughnut in his mouth before moving onto another.  John moved to the wallet and opened the large flap to show the inside of it.  Sure enough John found the bills he was looking for.  He pulled them out and started to set them on the table.  By the time he was set up, Vera had eaten the rest of box of chocolate doughnuts.

“Ahhh, so good,” Vera sighed contently leaning back in his chair.

“Ok, so, let’s pretend we’re at the supermarket again,” John said.

“Mmm hmm,” Vera responded still with his eyes closed and hands on his belly, the look of bliss covered all of his face.

John wanted to snap at the elf and his such laid back attitude right now.  However John held his composer, “The amount is 47.97, which bills and coins do you use?”

Vera let out a sigh and the softest burp, before sitting back up, “Hmmm, this one,” Vera said pointing to the $100 bill.

“Why that one,” John asked.

“Cause it’s the got the most 0 on it,” Vera explained.

“Right… orrrrr,” John stepped over to the $50, “This one.  You don’t want to hold up the line right,” John reminded him, “So try and get as close to the amount as possible.”

“Ohh, right,” Vera sheepishly smiled.  “Don’t want to do that…”

“Ok, 15.50, which ones you going to use?”

“Hmmm,” Vera said looking over the bills before picking out a few.

“Right, and coins,” John asked teaching Vera how to pay with the exact change too.  It seemed Vera was a fast learner as he got it down in only a few minutes and was adding bills and coins like any normal person would do at a supermarket.  “Perfect.  See, you got it,” John praised the elf for learning human currency.

Vera laughed, “Oh this is so easy!”

John wasn’t going to comment on how easy or difficult it should be, but at least Vera got it down.  “Ok, so,” John said to bring Vera’s attention back to him, “Ready to learn how to do taxes?”

“Taxes?  Why?”  Vera confusingly asked, not sure why he needed to fill out tax forms of any kind.

“Why?” John asked like it was a stupid question, “So you don’t get investigated again, and something like this,” John said pointing to himself, “Doesn’t happen again,” John told Vera while giving him a look that it was his fault.

“oooo, right,” Vera weakly laughed, “Yeah.  I guess we can,” Vera told John.

“Okay, go get my suitcase,” John told the elf who got up and walked over to John’s still normal size briefcase.  Vera set it on the table and opened it to see a bunch of files.  “Ok, I need you to grab the first form, and a W-2 along with-”

“Whoa whoa, a what and a what??” Vera asked shocked and lost.  “I thought you said this will be easy?”

John sighed, right… little steps.  “Grab this one,” John said as he shifted around his stack of papers and pulled out the form, “And this...” John held up one end for Vera to grab, “And a pen,” John said reaching for one of the ballpoint pens that were almost as big as he was.  John set the papers down in front of a less than enthusiastic looking Vera.  “So obviously you put your name down first,” John told Vera who wrote out his name on the form, “Next we put down your social security number.”  John lead Vera’s hand over to the box marked for that.

“What’s my social security number?”

“It’s your…” John sighed before explaining. “It’s a small card with nine numbers on it.  It’s like your identification number for any governmental documentation.”

“Nine numbers?  You mean this,” Vera pulled out a card from his wallet that said SSN on it.

“Yup, that’s exactly it, now fill in each box,” John told Vera as he scribbled his number down.  “Next we put down your income.”  Vera followed each step that John told him to do and soon found out that he was doing it.  “Now take box 16b and combine 16a with it to fill out box 17.”

“Ugh, more math,” Vera complained as he added up the numbers.  “Why can’t someone else do this for me,” Vera complained setting his pen down.

“Hey now, we’re almost done-”

Vera just pouted as he crossed his hands over his chest, “Can’t you-”  Vera’s face lit up, “Why don't you finish it for me?!  You do this stuff all the time right?”

John gave Vera a confused look, “The point was for you to know what to do next time-”

“Oooo,” Vera groaned holding his gut.  “Sorry, oof,” Vera groaned again holding his tummy.  “I don’t feel so good.”

“Are… are you trying to trick me,” John asked skeptical at the elf who was now all of a sudden getting a stomach ache.

“No,” Vera whined, “I think it’s the chocolate doughnuts,” Vera stated.

“What about them,” John asked.

“My stomach always feels icky after I eat chocolate.”

John gaped at the large elf that stood up from the kitchen table.  “You get sick from chocolate?  THAN WHY DID YOU EAT IT?!”

“Because,” Vera guiltily smiled, “They taste just sooooo good.”

“Wha- Vera that has to be the dumbest reason there is to eat something that makes you sick,” John told the elf.

Vera ignored him, “I’m just going to take a nap.  I’ll feel better after I get some sleep,” Vera told him before walking away.

“Vera… Vera!  Hey come on?  Are you serious right now?”  John called out watching the elf shuffle toward his room.  John looked down at the nearly finished document.  “I guess I could finish it for him,” John said as he filled out the last of the boxes and marked all the check off boxes applying to the elf.  Once done, John came into another situation, “Wait… how do I get down?  Oh come on!”  John complained recalling that Vera was going to be sleeping.  Huffing John walked over to the seat that Vera had gotten up from a little while ago.  “I should be fine…” John reassured himself as he leaped off the table and landed on the seat.  His legs wobbled and ached but luckily it wasn’t like this morning.  It took a few minutes for the aching to dull out and John was back at the task of jumping down to the floor.  The height wasn’t as far as the chair to the table, but it was still kind of far down.  With a good leap, John made it to the floor.

“The kid has got to stop being so careless.”  John shook his head as he walked from the kitchen to the living room.  The TV was still on, playing some silly show or movie.  John didn’t know which it was as he looked at the large image playing on the screen.  Deciding there wasn’t much that he could do other than wait for the napping elf, John headed to the couch.  At his height it was hard to climb up the sofa and get to the top to sit down.  But with some effort and determination, John made it up top.  John sat on the large couch feeling like a toy that might have been dropped and left there by a child.  Which wasn’t too far from the fact that he was left on the table by an almost child like person.  Still slightly annoyed at the fact that he was abandoned like that, John noticed the show was changing to one that he was not very fond of.  It was a silly show that just got under John’s skin.  Sighing, John stood up and looked for the remote.  It was set on the arm rest on the other side of the couch.

“Of course it is,” John complained as he started to walk toward the remote.  As John crossed the couch he was one cushion away, when the unthinkable happened.  His foot slipped.  The way he was stepping John’s foot fell off the cushion and down the crack in between the seating of the sofa.  The sudden change in footing cause his other leg to fall forward and both legs were stuck in the crevices.

“HEY!”  John shouted out as he felt his feet sink down further and his hips getting swallowed by the soft but slightly firm cushion on either side of him.  “No, no, no-” John complained wiggling as he sunk slower and slower till only his neck and head were free.  “Son of a BITCH,” John yelled as he struggled to get out.  “MOTHER Fuuu-  AHHHH,” John yelled and struggled but was unable to break free.  After a great deal of struggling John was stuck.

“This is perfect...” John complained as he was stuck between the seating.  And what made matters worse was he was looking at the TV that was playing that damn stupid show.  Almost as if to mock him.  “Stupid TV,” John complained.  He couldn’t get his arms out of the cushion and were pinned down by his side with his hands sticking up near his neck but not out.  His neck was just far enough out that the top of his head would be around the top of the cushions on his left and right side.  “How am I suppose to get out?”

John was motionless for at lest what felt like an hour or so, but the show reminded him it was less than 20 minutes.  Before the show was almost over there was some movement off to the side.

“Ve-vera?  Is that you?  Hey help me, I’m in the couch-”

The sound of a shower turning on filled the apartment with it’s noise as a door closed.  “VERA?  HEY DON’T LEAVE ME HERE LIKE THIS!!!”  John groaned as he went unheard.  “This day fucking sucks...”  His arms and legs were numb from being held together by the couch.  The sounds of Vera showering and clean himself up only reminded John of how much he wanted to clean up too.  He hadn’t showered in a few days and he swore he could still smell Vera’s spit on him from this morning.  Finally after what seemed like ANOTHER hour, John heard the shower stop and a shower curtain pulling back.  Vera was finally finished after a long hot shower.  “Finally,” John muttered as he waited for the door to open and the elf to come out and back into the-

A startled cry came out from the bathroom, “CRAP!  I ALMOST FORGOT!!”

The door swung open wide and the sounds of Vera’s bare feet running toward the living room was heard.  John was about to call out for help when he was hit by the look of a still damp looking Vera.  He had a bathrobe around him that hung down to his ankles and had a towel wrapped around his head to dry his hair.  Vera quickly grabbed the remote out of John’s view and turned around to change the channel.  As Vera did this, John got a glimpse of Vera and a flash of what was under the robe, or lack of.     The sound of the TV changing was heard before it set on a channel.

Vera let out a sigh, “Just in time,” Vera said as he tossed the remote down on the couch and went to sit down.  The shadow Vera cast on John made his heart beat increase dramatically.

“Vera?  VERA?!  NO-”

The bathrobe covered butt came down on top of John as Vera sat directly on top of the human stuck in his couch.  He was oblivious to John as he sat on him.  John let out a horrible sound as the soft butt pushed down on him and the cushion.  The seat creaked from the massive weight of the little elf and the seat started to deflate as it took the pressure.  Sure enough Vera’s ass was pressing down on John’s face as he too was crushed downward into the sofa’s bedding.  John was still letting out a sound of protest as Vera plopped down on a comfy spot.

“I nearly missed the new episode today,” Vera let out a sigh, “That was a close one,” Vera laughed.

The laughter shook the seat he was on which vibrated John’s body under the large butt covering his head.  John’s face was rubbed into the boy’s butt that was cladded in the fuzzy like robe stretched over his bottom.  John hated to say it, but he could feel Vera’s ass pressing down on him.  Luckily Vera just showered so it wasn’t as smelly as one would think.  It actually smelled fine with the hint of soap and freshness, well for a butt that was.  It was still someone’s booty, and that was just a sick thing to be stuck under.  Especially at this size.  John tried to call out, for Vera to get off him.  However John’s words weren’t reaching Vera, because even he could barely hear himself.  For his voice to travel through the robe material, the butt flesh above that, and the TV now blaring some kind of theme song and reach the elf’s ears would be impossible.

“VEEERRRRAAA,” John screamed but it did nothing.

John was stuck under Vera’s fluffy butt as he sat there watching whatever show he almost missed.  The fur like material of Vera’s robe covered all of John and the couch cushions he was stuck between.  The material also didn’t let a lot of fresh air in.  John realized this when his breathing was starting to get heavy.  The air was already heating up from Vera’s rump and John’s warm exhales.  The blanketing robe locked in any heat, so the longer Vera was on top of John the hotter the temperature was getting.  It didn’t take too long before John felt like he was in a sauna with how hot and damp the air was.  John was already starting to feel faint from the heat and low air quality.  The ground beneath John felt like it was slowly swallowing him more and more as he sank deeper into the couch.  Vera’s big butt pushed down on him more and more crushing him further and lowering him into the compressed couch.  There was no end to it as John’s face started to sweat and redden.  The muffled sounds of Vera laughing and giggling at whatever the TV was playing filled John’s ear as the boy continued to sit on him without a care in the world. 

As John was on the verge of passing out, he felt his feet touch the bottom of the couch.  The bedding under the cushions, the material offered little to no resistance as even then John’s feet started to sink into the material and pull him even further into the couch.  John’s head was spinning as it was too stuffy and cramped down here, the pressure was now maxed out as Vera had sunk his backside all the way into the couch.  It was hard to think, to keep track of what was going on.  The only thing reaching John now was Vera’s laughs. 

Just as John was going to pass out from over heating and lack of air, Vera started to get up.

“That was a funny episode,” Vera laughed as he stood up and started to head to his room, “I should get changed now,” Vera hummed the ending song to the show as he walked to his room and went to put on some clothes.

John watched as the massive looming butt lifted off of him.  Just before John could move, the walls pressing on him shot up with Vera’s ass and kept him locked down near the base of the couch.  The cushions wrapped around and shoved John a little further down as they bounced back to normal seats.  It took a split second but when it was over, John was laying down on the bedding of the couch under the cushions.  It was stuffy and cramped, but it wasn’t as bad as being under the elf’s ass.  It took a few moments for his mind to defog, but by than he was already crawling forward.  Being under the cushions made it easier for John to move, as they weren’t pinching him together.  It took a minute or two, but John was able to squeeze himself out from under the cushions and land in a heap on the floor. 

Never had fresh air been so pleasing to him, “Freeeeee,” John cried out as he laid there exhausted and cooked to the core.  The cool air was a blessing he missed.

The soft thumps of Vera’s feet hitting the floor distracted John from his moment of freedom.  “What are you doing on the floor,” Vera asked obviously not noticing how tired he looked.

“You, sat on me,” John said getting some air.

Vera frowned, “Sat on you?  When?”

John closed his eyes, “Like not even 10 seconds ago!  I was stuck in the couch.  Under your BUTT!”  John shouted as he looked at Vera.  At first Vera looked confused and apologetic about it, but the concerned look shifted.  A small smirk tugged at his lips. He held his hand up to his mouth and stiffed a laugh.

“My...my butt,” He repeated trying not to burst into a fit of laughs, “You were under my...” another sputter of laughs.

“HEY!  This isn’t funny!”

“Sorry,” Vera said trying to regain control of his laughing, “but… butt,” like a child with a funny joke Vera couldn’t help but grin. 

John glared at the elf, “Stop laughing.”

“Right… well, maybe next time, you should watch where you sit,” Vera offered hiding his smile and laughter the best he could.

John was aghast, “ME?!  YOU need to watch where YOU sit!”

“I’m just saying,” Vera told John as he went to sit on the couch, right where John used to be trapped.  Vera pulled his sweat pants covered legs up and balled up on the couch as he turned the TV on.  “You got stepped on today too… maybe you need to be more careful,” Vera offered as he changed the channel to something to watch.

John wanted to fight and point out that it was all Vera’s fault.  Why he was small, why he was stepped on, chewed on, and even sat on.  It was because of him that any of this stuff was happening to him.  However the loud sound of the TV being turned up and a show that Vera found filled the room with it’s noise.  John’s words would have been drowned out by the chaotic sounds.  Not knowing if Vera did that to silence him, or if he thought the conversation was done, John was unable to talk with Vera.

John glared at the elf who was too distracted by the TV to notice.  Heading over to the opposite side of the couch, John sat on the floor.  He would just stay away from the elf the best he could and wait out this stupid week.  Than he would be normal, and gone. 

Ohhh, just the thought of being able to walk away from this place and talk to a normal size person brought joy to John.  Just a few more days.

John looked at the clock on the wall.  It was hardly even 5pm and yet it felt later.  Maybe it was everything he had been through, or maybe the annoying way Vera kind of brushed him off.  Either way, John was exhausted, mentally and physically.  John sat on the far end of the couch, with his attention on the TV but not really watching it.  He wasn’t a fan of the show, some science fiction show of some sort that Vera looked keenly into.  John didn’t want to interrupt things but he couldn’t help be bored and annoyed.  He tried to not think about what he went through today.  He could use something to help him forget, and to relax and just make the day pass by so much quick than it was now.

“Vera,” John called out from across the couch.  Vera was too busy with his face glued to the screen as he watched the show mesmerized.  “VERA,” John snapped catching Vera’s attention this time.

“Huh,” Vera asked glancing over before his eyes shifted back to the screen.

“You got anything to drink?”  John asked.

“Yeah,” Vera replied with his face slightly turned toward John but his eyes were locked to the side toward the television.  “Should still be some water in the fridge, I’ll get you some after-”

“Not water,” John told him.

“Oh, uhhhh, I think there’s some milk-”

John frowned at the innocent elf and his choices of drinks, “No, not milk … like alcohol.  Beer, wine, booze?”  John waited for Vera to say something.  “You do know what alcohol is right…?”

Vera gave him an annoyed look, “Of course I know what it is… I just… don’t like it.  So I don’t buy it.”

John nodded, “I can understand, but… well, I could use a drink.”  After a few seconds John was finding out he had to spell it out for the elf.  “Annnnd, since I’m going to assume that you still don’t want to change me back…” John continued finding it a little irksome having to elaborate till it clicked with the boy, “I’ll need you to buy me some… yeah?”

It was now that Vera saw the problem, “Awww, do I have too?  I mean it’s kind of late and I just got comfy too,” Vera complained.

John decided to play the pity card, “Look, Vera, I’ve had a long day, and not to point fingers… kind of was your fault it turned out to be so cruddy.  I think the least you could do for me is grab me like a 6 pack or something.  Besides there should be a store nearby that sells something.  In and out before you know it and you can get back to watching your show.”  John added.

Vera mused over the though and let out a soft sigh, “Fine…”

John felt a little joy coming back into his day.  At least now he would have something to help him through the rest of the night.  John sat on the couch and watched Vera get up and slowly head into his bedroom.  This time there was the sound of ruffling around as he was grabbing stuff.  It didn’t take Vera too long to come out of his room dressed in his brown pants and a gray long sleeved shirt.  Vera also had a black hoodie pulled on and zipped up.  

“Alright, ready to go,” Vera said walking over to the couch.

It wasn’t till now that John thought of something… he recalled seeing Vera’s file.  He was deemed a minor, and wouldn’t be able to buy alcohol since he’s underage.  And it wasn’t like he could use John at his size.  That meant Vera would have to return him to normal size to buy the drinks!  He might get a chance to run, or something.

“Uh, hey Vera, no offense,” John said trying not to show any signs of planning or plotting on his part.  “But you don’t really look like you’re 21… Can I see your ID?”

Vera didn’t see an issue with it, and pulled out his government issued ID.  John held back a smile, sure enough it showed that he was only 18.  “Oh, this might be an issue…” John said handing the large ID to Vera who looked at it confused.

“What,” Vera asked looking at the card.

“Well, it shows that your not 21… you have to be 21 to buy alcohol.”

“You do,” Vera asked sounding confused at the age.  “That’s weird.”

John just shrugged, “Yeah, but I didn’t come up with the law.  OH!”  John said like he just came up with the idea.  “I’m old enough to grab some, yeah, you could just like grow me back for like,” John shrugged, “10 minutes?”  John kept on trying to play it off as he tried to pretend like it was no big deal, “Yeah I could be there and back in like no time-”  John stopped talking as he saw Vera just looking at his ID.

Before John could question what he was doing, John watched as Vera stuck one of his fingers out and a small light blue color flew off his finger tip.  Vera moved his finger across his ID and than smiled, “There… is that better?”  He asked as he handed the ID to John to inspect.

“Shit,” John muttered as he saw that Vera must have used magic to change the date on his ID.  He was now 21.  “yeah, that’ll work,” John told Vera trying to not sound disappointed.  Well, he should have known it wasn’t going to work, but it was worth at least trying.  “Alright, let’s go,” John said trying not to give away his true motives to the whole age thing.  Vera walked over and held his hand over to John.  At first John would have been startled but he seemed to be getting used to his size changing, which sounded weird and wrong.

John saw the light and felt his world starting to change in size.  Soon he was down to a few inches, just large enough to be able to stand on Vera’s small palm.  John tried to stay steady as Vera lifted him off the couch and held him closer to his body now.  Once Vera stop moving his hand, allowing John to settle down in the palm of the large elf boy.

“Wh-where am I going?”  John asked afraid of hearing the exact location that Vera was thinking of putting him this time.  It didn’t look like Vera had any hats to wear with him under it.  So how he was going to smuggle him around was a surprise for him.  John watched Vera continue to hold him as it did seem like he hadn’t thought of that just yet.

“Oh, I know,” Vera said thinking up an idea as he looked at John’s new size.  Vera brought John toward his stomach area.  At first John wasn’t sure what his plan was.  There was no where for John to go as he looked at Vera’s hoodie.  That was till Vera tilted his hand with John still in his hand.  That was when John found out that there was a pocket in the middle of the hoodie for Vera’s hands to slip in and connect to the other side.  A kangaroo pocket, and that looked to be the spot that John was heading as Vera held him tilted at an angle and stuffed his hand into the pocket with him still in his grasp.

John was covered in darkness as he was now stuffed in a the fuzzy pocket of Vera’s hoodie.  Vera’s hand stayed attached to him as he was held firmly and stuffed him inside.

Vera continued to hold onto the small sized John, as he fit perfectly in his little pouch in the middle of his hoodie.  John was struggling against Vera’s hand that held him, but it wasn’t a problem.  In fact it kind of felt good, like a little hand massage.  Vera tried not to dwell too much on the fact that John’s flaying was actually enjoyable to his hands.  Each time John tried to escape or hit back one of Vera’s fingers, they would only be replaced another.  It was like having a toy in his hands as Vera continued to play with John on an unaware level.  Smiling, Vera headed for the door and walked out of his apartment.  He quickly headed toward the steps and climbed down to the main floor, where he would go looking for a liquor store for John.

Vera kept his hands stuffed in his pocket for as long as possible as he enjoyed the warm feeling.  Not just from the material warming his hands, but John’s body giving off it’s own heat that Vera’s hands were delighted in sucking off of.  It seemed like John was acting like a hand warmer himself for Vera.  Something that he found enjoyable and comforting.

John on the other hand, was not enjoying himself.  As he was stuck in the pocket he felt Vera’s second hand coming around from the other opening and start to attack him.  Well not attack as in hurt, but he was assaulted by the other five digits of Vera’s left hand and palm as it smacked into him from the other side.  John tried to get some space but the fingers wouldn’t leave him alone.  They would wiggle around his body exploring him and bumping into him constantly.

As much as John was struggling, he was getting exhausted by the repeated assault of the large hands wrapping around part of his body.  It wasn’t till John shivered that he found that he was cold, or rather it was Vera’s hands.  They were a little chilly, and for whatever reason they weren’t warming up as much as he wanted.  The slightly cold fingers rubbed over John as they sucked and soaked up any body heat he was producing. 

“V-vera, get your cold fingers off me!”  John shouted or tried to.  The hands didn’t allow much speech as they brushed over him, muffling some of his words.  John kept trying to keep the large digits from sapping more heat from his body but it wasn’t happening.  Finally John was too exhausted and tired to even push back.  It seemed that Vera would keep playing with his body till he was satisfied, which would be however long it would take to get his drinks… maybe this was a bad idea.

It didn’t take too long for Vera’s hands to slowly warm up after sucking John’s body temperature up like a vampire.  John finally found that his body and Vera’s had found an equilibrium of heat siphoning.    However the hands didn’t stop touching him, which was getting really old as they toyed around with his body.  John gave up struggling and fighting and kind of limply let Vera do what he wanted.  By now John found out that at this point he couldn’t do anything.  Vera was too much for him to handle, just like earlier today.  He was pretty much Vera’s toy till Friday.

John perked up slightly at the sound of ringing, as a glass door was open to a shop.  He prayed it was a liquor store.  At least there was a silver lining to this torment he was going through.  There was some more walking around when finally one of the two hands touching John wrapped around him as he was pulled out of the pocket.

The store’s air helped warm John up a little as he was slowly lifted up to Vera’s face.  Vera had his hood up while he looked confused and worried, “I don’t know what to buy.”

John looked around the typical liquor store at the countless bottles and cans of alcohol.  Vera was lost in a world that only John knew how to navigate through.  “Look, just grab some beer with a least a decent AC to it, okay?”

“… AC?” Vera asked as he reached out for some wine.

“Alcohol content, and that’s wine,” John told him.

“Oh… sorry,” Vera said flustered at his mistake.  “I can’t do this!”  He quickly blurted as he went to leave the store.

“NO, just... LOOK,” John told him.  “Put me like on your head,” John said regretting the idea, “Or close to your ear, and I’ll help.”

Vera nodded as he did look a little awkward standing there talking into his hand.  Normally John would protest at Vera changing his size, but the need for some booze tonight outweighed his dislike for size changing.  Some blue light came out of Vera’s hand that held John as it swirled around him, it made him smaller.  John waited till he was now somewhere between an inch or less.  Vera brought him closer to his face and turned his head to the side.  Vera set John on the inside of his pointy ears.  John was covered in total darkness, but could see out of the hood and into the store.  

“Don’t move around too much,” Vera whispered.  “My ear is sensitive,” Vera warned him.

John nodded but forgot that Vera wouldn’t be able to see.  “Okay.”  John felt a slight flinching tremor from Vera, and realized he meant both movement sensitivity and sound too.  John quickly whispered, “Sorry.”

Noticing that this seemed better for Vera, John decided to keep his voice a whisper for the elf.  “Okay, you see those bottles over to your left?”  John spotted some simple beer bottles and had Vera head over there.  “Check the box, see that percent?”

Vera nodded, which made John panic for moment and grab onto Vera’s ear, which in turn made him flinch.

“Careful,” John told him.  “Just whisper or make a sign with your hand.  Nearly fell there… okay the percent is the alcohol content.  The higher the number the more there is in the drink.  That one isn’t very strong, I usually get a little stronger.”  John watched Vera put the bottles back and started to walk around the store.  There was another set of bottles that caught John’s attention.  “Try those over there.”

Vera walked toward the ones that John mentioned and watched him pick up the bottles and examined the percent on the box.  “Is this better?”

“Much better,” John told Vera.  “This should do.  Did you want to grab some for yourself?”

“For myself,” Vera asked.

“Yeah, did you want to drink something too?” John questioned the elf.

“I… I guess,” Vera said not so sure.

“We don’t have to-”

“No, I’ll get something.  Do they have something sweet?  I like sweet things.”

John would have laughed if it wouldn’t have caused Vera to react in a way that I might harm him.  He could tell the elf boy liked his sweets.  Trying to think of a drink that the boy might like, he could only think of a hard cider.  Granted there wasn’t much if any alcohol in the drink, but it was sweet.  John pointed and whispered to Vera the brand on the shelf.  Vera walked around and found a large variety pack of the hard lemonade.

“Not sure which you like, but they got like lemonade, apple cider, and some kind of berry like flavored one.”  

“Oooo,” Vera said eyeballing the different flavors.  “I think I’ll get these.”

John watched Vera grab his pick of poison and started to head to the counter to buy.  Just as they were approaching the counter John felt a sick feeling as it was cash only.  Would Vera remember the lesson from earlier?  John wanted to speak up to Vera through his ear, but figured he should stay silent unless he needed help.  Vera started to pull out some money for the total and handed the cashier his money.

“Here,” Vera said cheerfully.  It seemed like he recalled the practicing they did the other day.  Vera’s smile soon faded as he looked at the money and the man not taking it.  Oh no, did he miss count?  Was something wrong.  Vera’s fright for messing up was building as the man behind the counter refused to take the money.  “Uh… is something wrong,” Vera asked worried.

“Kid… you got some ID,” The man asked with a tone of obviousness.  

“ID…” Vera repeated.

John quickly whispered, “You have to show him your card so he can sell the alcohol to you.”

“Ooooooh,” Vera said realizing what he needed to do.  He quickly pulled out his card and handed it to the skeptical man.  John didn’t blame the store worker.  John wouldn’t have thought Vera was even old enough to drive if he didn’t know better.  The cashier looked at the card, and than back at Vera than down at the card.

John felt a sense of dread, did Vera mess up the card information?  He was taking a while to look over it.  Just when John thought the man was going to call the cops or kick Vera out, he gave a half shrug before handing back the card to Vera, “Alright kid, the totals 17.89.”  Vera handed over the money and paid for the drinks.

John felt a sense of relief as thing seemed to be going good for him.  With the alcohol paid for, Vera grabbed the bottles and headed out the door.  John could notice the pleased way Vera was carrying himself out of the store.  It was like that of an excited kid that just bought his first batch of alcohol.  John wasn’t sure if it was because Vera used the right amount of money or if he was excited for the drinks, John figured it was a mix of both.  Vera’s excitement was shown in how he walked back to his place.  Sure enough he seemed thrilled or pleased as they made their way back.

Vera opened his apartment door and walked inside.  Once inside he flipped his hood down and sighed as gave his head a little shake.  John wasn’t ready for the tilt and found himself tumbling down and out of Vera’s ear.

“Wh-” John shouted as he rolled off Vera’s shoulder and down the side of the hoodie.  If Vera didn’t have those sensitive ears to hear him, John would have fallen to the floor.   Which wouldn’t have been fun.  Just as John was tumbling past Vera’s chest, a hand came out and caught John in mid air.

“Sorry,” Vera apologized still rolling his neck giving his ears a nice shake.  “My ears always get so stuffy and hot.”

John wanted to say something about him being forgetful, but held it back.  No point in getting in an argument or fight over it.  Instead John just focused on the first bottle of beer he was going to drink…

Oh right, his size.

John was smaller than the opening of the beer, there was no way he could lift the bottle at his size.  “Can you make me larger so I can drink,” John asked as he just wanted to get drunk or at least buzzed tonight.  Hopefully he got black out drunk and wake up on Friday.  

Vera nodded as he used his magic once again and changed John’s size.  John started to grow and grow.  Soon he was back to his six inch size, which was the same size as the bottle itself.  It was now that John figured he would find out just how much he could drink.  Vera set John down on the coffee table with the beers.  “Can you shrink me a cup,” John asked Vera.

Vera was walking over to his room to change his clothes, “I can’t shrink cups and stuff like that.” Vera called out to John.

“What,” John said and waited for Vera to return.  Vera came shuffling back into the living room in some baggy red pajamas with kittens on them. “What about my clothes?”  John asked not sure what he Vera meant.

“Oh well, those come from plants… so living, but plastic or glass? Nope,” Vera told him as if it were simple knowledge.

“… well do you have a shot glass,” John asked fearing the answer he was going to get.

“What’s that?”

“ugh…” John groaned, “It’s like a tiny cup for sipping or- look do you have something I can use to drink from?”

Vera frowned and thought about it, “I think…” Vera perked up, “Actually yeah!”  Vera shuffled off the couch and headed into the bathroom.  John wasn’t sure what he was doing until he came back with one of those small plastic or paper cups for rinsing your mouth out with.  John only recalled his dentist years ago would hand him one with water… now he was going to use it to drink beer out of it.  John wasn’t complaining as he took the nearly bucket or bowl sized cup in his hands.

“Alright, let’s get started,” John said excited at finally finding something enjoyable at his size.  A six pack like this would last him plenty of time till Friday and than some.  “Can you pour me some,” John asked.

Vera nodded as he twisted the top of one of John’s beers and poured a hefty amount to him, to Vera it must have looked like just a little dribble.  Not waiting another second John started to drink the cold drink and enjoyed the unique taste the drink had before letting out a relaxed and relieved sigh.  “Thanks,” John told Vera as he downed some more of his cup before turning his attention to Vera.

Vera sat on the couch and turned on the TV as he looked at his flavorful drinks in his small variety pack.  “Which one should I try,” Vera asked.

John didn’t really care, but figured he might as well help the elf.  “You like lemonade?  Sour and tart drinks?”

Vera shrugged, “I never had lemonade before…”

“Well, if you don’t like sour lemon flavored drinks, I wouldn’t try that one.  Maybe the apple, you said you like apple juice,” John shrugged, “It’s kind of like that.”

Vera nodded as he opened the apple flavored cider drink.  John was drinking his beer and watched Vera sniff the drink.  His nose twitched a bit as he pulled back a little.  “Smells funky…”

John shrugged, “It’s not going to smell like fruit juice,” John told him as he noticed how much he had drank.  “Uh, can you top me off?”  John said lifting up his large plastic cup.  Vera tipped the bottle some more and filled John’s cup up again and finally lifted his own bottle.  Vera brought it to his lips and took a sip.  John noticed that Vera wasn’t the biggest fan of the drink as he took a sip.  He had a look on his face as he tasted the hard cider.  However he didn’t spit out the drink, as Vera slowly smacked his lips as he tasted the drink.

“It’s okay,” Vera said not sounding thrilled.

“You don’t have to drink it,” John told him realizing that he probably wont like any of the other drinks than.

“No, I’ll just try a little bit more,” Vera said as he took another sip and had the same reaction as before.  

“Well, don’t force yourself,” John offered as he was sitting there on the table drinking his own alcohol.  Sure enough the two of them were quite as they both watched TV and drank.  John a lot more than Vera as he was used to drinking more than the boy.  It seemed John was nearly half if not more of the bottle in and he wasn’t feeling anything.  Granted he was drinking kind of fast, but he should have at least felt a little buzz or a tad drunk… but he felt completely sober.  “Can I get another one,” John asked for Vera to pour yet again.

John looked back at Vera who had a blank look before he blinked a few times, “Sorry… what?”

John lifted his plastic container up and Vera seemed to get it after a few moments and poured some into the plastic cup.  John noticed that Vera had only taken a few sips, maybe not even a fifth or a fourth of the apple cider was missing and he looked how John wanted to feel, “Uh, how you feeling?”  John asked Vera.

Vera nodded a few times and smiled, “I’m… I’m feeling pretty good… yeah…”

“Are you drunk yet?” John asked almost amazed at how much of a light weight Vera was.

Vera shrugged and laughed, “I don’t know, I haven’t drank in… oh 500 years?  I think that’s right, and that stuff was,” Vera let out a disgusted sound, “NASTY, bleh… but this,” Vera looked at the drink before smiling and taking a sip, “It’s better, so much better.  Still a little yucky but much better,” Vera nodded at his new found knowledge of alcohol drinks.

“Well, lucky you,” John muttered, “I probably drank way more than I should of, yet I don’t feel a thing,” John complained.

“Hmmm,” Vera mused over what John said.  “Probably the magic,” Vera stated as he looked at the bottle in his hands like it was a book or something.

“Magic?” John repeated, “What the shrinking magic?  What does that have to do with me getting drunk?”

Again Vera just half halfheartedly shrugged, “I don’t know… probably something to do with your density and corporal body in a smaller state that makes you more durable and resilient.  Pretty much, smaller body but same body…”  Vera told John like it seemed like it made sense to everyone in the room.

John shook his head, “Same body… are you telling me I can’t get drunk?”

“I mean, you should be able too,” Vera laughed, “Just have to consume the same amount you normally do…”

John felt his mouth hang open as he looked back at the six pack of beer.  There was no way his small body could consume all that beer!  So there was no way he would be able to get drunk like he usually did off a six pack.  “Vera… there’s no way I can drink that much alcohol.  I’m too small.”

Vera slurped some more of his apple cider drink and nearly coughed as he laughed, “You are pretty small… it’s kind of funny seeing you that small,” Vera snickered around the bottle.

“IT ISN’T FUNNY,” John shouted at Vera getting another giggle at out of him.

“It’s… a LITTLE funny,” Vera snickered again.

John just squinted his eyes angrily at him but reframed from saying anything rude to the elf boy that was sipping on his apple cider with just a hint of alcohol in it.  The elf was looking kind of smug at the comment on his size, and it was showing as John turned around and looked at the television.  

However Vera didn’t seem done yet, “Hey, I have a question.  Remember the time I sat on you,” Vera said trying to keep back a laugh, “What was it like … you know down there?  Did it smell bad?  Huh,” Vera asked probing John.

“I don’t remember,” John told him trying to both ignore the elf and erase the moment in his life.

“Awwww, come on.  I didn’t smell that bad, I took a shower,” Vera had a grin as he said, “I bet you liked it didn’t you… under my bu-”

“Will you just stop,” John told Vera as he was getting tired of the conversation.

“Oh boo,” Vera pouted at he set his drink down.  “You’re no fun come on, tell me.”

John wasn’t going to get sucked into arguing about how he wasn’t talking anymore.  It would be best to ignore the elf boy till he went to bed or got tired of him.  It was the only thing that John could do.  Vera kept trying to pester him as he made a mocking sound behind him about someone pouting.  John didn’t take the bait as he watched the TV and zoned out waiting for the larger person to leave him alone.  Finally after a few long aggravating minutes, Vera sighed and huffed at his isolation and went to watch TV and sipping on his drink.

The only sounds were the TV and Vera laughing at the comedy show that was on.  It seemed like after every sip he took his laughter grew louder and more obnoxious.  The sounds of his hysterical laugh started to get on John’s nerves, or maybe it was the fact that Vera was enjoying himself and John couldn’t.  John just rolled his eyes as he tried to not let the noises get to him.

Finally the show was coming to an end.  One of the last things mentioned was Yellow being the best color.  John chuckled at the pun that was set up for the one line.  However Vera just scoffed.

“It’s actually green.”  Vera pointed out firmly.

“What?”  John asked not sure why Vera would even interject that comment about the silly TV show.

“Green… it’s the best color!”

“Uh, right…” John hesitantly commented.

“IT IS!  AND I CAN PROVE IT,” Vera argued with a dumbfounded exciting tone.  “Look, green is the best color because you know what’s green?”  Vera asked as he sat up from the couch.

“Money?” John remarked.

“NO… well yeah, but no TREES!  GRASS!  PLANTS!”  Vera sat forward as if he knew the world’s greatest secret.  “They’re all green, and they produce air, and what do we need to breathe?  AIR!  Without air there’s no life, and no life means no colors.  SO,” Vera said tapping the table, “BEST, COLOR…”

“Right,” John agreed not seeing a point to argue about the purely objective point of “best color”.

“You know,” Vera went on.  John sighed as he listen to Vera ranted on about Green and finally came down to his clothing, “I actually have 3 green outfits.  Do you want to see them?”

“Uh no it’s fine-”

“Oh come onnnnn,” Vera whined.  Vera quickly changed his tone, “You’re going to like them, trust me!  I’m going to go change!”

“I don’t want to see…” John started to say no but the large boy was shuffling out of the room at an alarming speed.  It was like he was dashing to his room.  John could see the sway in the steeps as Vera veered to the right and left only to auto correct himself as he ran to his room.  The elf boy forgot to close his door and John could see he was already yanking down his pajama bottoms.  John made a sound of disgust as he almost caught the elf boy flashing him.  Looking in the opposite direction from the direction Vera was in, John waited till he heard the thumping footsteps coming over.

“SEE,” Vera called out standing in front of John.  John couldn’t stop from seeing Vera in a dark green polo shirt with some sweat pants on.  Vera grinned as he stood there presenting himself in his green shirt.  “Oh and here’s another one,” Vera quickly said as he grabbed a sweater and tossed it on.  “SEE WHAT IT SAYS,” Vera shouted excitedly.  It was a light green sweater with a tree on it saying, Leaf it to me.  John smirked at the pun.  “See?”  Vera remarked grinning at the pun itself.

“Yeah yeah, it’s nice.  Now can we just watch some more TV and go to bed?”

This request seemed to pull Vera from his showing off to back to the magic box full of images.  “Oh right,” Vera said as he went to sit back down on the couch.  He picked up his drink and finished the last dainty part of the hard cider.  He set the bottle down on the table and let out a soft burp and giggled at the noise.  John heard Vera opening another bottle.

“Might want to slow down,” John remarked.  By the way he was acting on his first little bottle, this one might be too much for him.

“Why?”  Vera asked sipping the lemonade flavored one.  The moment it touched his lips and tongue the squinting of his eyes at the bitter lemon flavor was enough to make John smile at his distaste of the drink.  John was going to remark when Vera set his drink down, “So cold,” He protested as he rubbed his hands together and blew on them, “Why are they so cold,” Vera complained about the drink.  

“Because no one likes warm alcohol,” John told Vera smirking at the dumb question-

John didn’t have time to react when Vera’s large hands came shooting out and snatched him off the table.  “Sooooo warm,” Vera purred closing his eyes and holding onto John’s body in his hands.

“He-hey!  Stop-stop that, cold!”  John shouted feeling the freezing cold palms of Vera’s.  It was mostly due to the frigid drinks that he was holding and drinking from.  But that didn't stop Vera from sucking the heat from John’s body like early today.  John felt the large freezing frames of Vera’s hands wrap around him and squeeze the heat out of him while physically squeezing him.  “VEEERRRAAA,” John called out in chilly gasp.  However it seemed Vera was too content on holding onto John.  It might have been John’s size, but Vera was deceptively strong for his physique.  John couldn’t break out of the clammy grip.  The only up side is that Vera’s hand started to warm up pretty soon.  However his fingers didn’t stop wiggling around his body as they leeched any spare heat they could find.  “Get off,” John tried to growl at the drunk boy.  He was too busy looking at the TV with a dumb expression.  “VERA-”

Vera removed only his left hand as he grabbed his lemonade and took a gulp.  As he set the bottle down he let out a hiccup that was cut off by a burp before clasping his hand back on John.

“Ayeeee,” John winced at the sudden chilly palm that slapped onto him.  God it was COLD!  Stupid heat transfer.

John hated this so much, but it kind of beat being stuck under Vera’s ass when he was watching his show earlier.  At least he could move slightly.  However the sudden shock of cold whenever Vera grabbed his drink and than him again, was jarring.  It was like getting hit by a bucket of ice water every time.  

Soon the show was over and Vera was halfway done with his hard lemonade.  John noticed how quickly Vera’s facial features changed.  They looked droopy and tired, sleepy and happy.  The elf looked plastered, beyond drunk.  John wouldn’t be surprised if he woke up the next day not recalling anything tonight.

“Warm,” Vera murmured as his hands readjusted around John’s body.  Each digit that moved and wiggled around Johns body was annoying and intrusive as it groped and pushed into parts of his body he didn’t want touched by this boy.  Now maybe if it were a woman… John shook his head, it would only be slightly better but still invasive.

“Are,” John felt Vera’s squirming around him, “You,” Vera’s pinkie slipped over his butt making John’s temper flared at the unwanted contact, “DONE YET?!”

“Huh…” Vera muttered as his attention came back to John.  A small smile slowly fluttered over his face as he brought John closer to his face.  “J-john,” a hiccup popped out of Vera’s mouth.  John was getting closer to Vera’s face and now he was very close to his mouth.  The incident from this morning made him pull back as much as he could from the shoulder wide mouth.  He really hoped drunk Vera didn’t change his size or thought of sucking on his face.  “You’re so-”

Vera’s lips parted and a loud eruption of gas blew out of the elf’s mouth as he burped a solid deep manly burp all over John.  A sound not befitting Vera with his looks and features.  John pulled his face back even more as the air rolled past him and hit him with the sweet but kind of sour smelly breath from the drinks.  John swore he felt some spit hit him, or maybe it was the humidity of the stomach gas.  Vera’s burp died out after a few moments, but that was long enough for John to get a face full and regret being held so close to those lips.  

“Oh god,” John coughed as he tried to get the tangy lemon apple smelling air out of his nose.  “You just burped in my face!”  John shouted.

Vera squinted as if something hurt him.  “Sooooo looooooud,” Vera complained in a drunken tone.  “Toooo looooud,” Vera went on.

Suddenly there was blue light coming from Vera’s palms.

“no...no, no, no!  I’m sorry don’t do this,” John pleaded, but it was too late.  John felt his body shrinking.  “VERA!”  John shouted as he watched everything grow.

“Stillll sooooo nnnnnooooissssyyyy,” Vera protested as he shrunk John down even more.  

John had to bite back a cry of alarm as he lost 2 inches and was still shrinking.  How small was he going to make him?  John didn’t want to make any more sounds so the elf boy would stop.  It seemed this plan worked or Vera lost concentration as another burp came out and the blue light faded.

Vera smacked his lips like he was retasting his own burp and looked please, “Better...mmmmm,” Vera moaned as his eyes were already half open.  His vision far off.  He was going to crash soon.  John found that he was about the size of Vera’s index finger.  A small and dangerous size that he learned from previously today.  John wanted to shout and wake Vera up, but feared that it would antagonize the elf and shrink him even more.  John didn’t want to be the size of an ant around a drunken Vera.  

Being as quite as possible, John tried to remain as still and silent hoping the elf’s attention wouldn’t be focused on him and on something else.  To John’s joy, it seemed to work, Vera’s eyes drifted off of him and toward the TV.

“Toooo loooud,” Vera complained in a mutter as he grabbed the remote and hit ever button till the television turned off.  John watched as the TV did a bunch of things before snapping off leaving Vera and him in the dark room.  Vera let out a tired yawn as he stretched his hand with John in them way above his head.  “Sleepy…” Vera stated as he flopped down on the couch.

Still stuck in his hands, John found he was stuck in Vera’s clutches as he was held down toward Vera’s gut.  John was pinned to the green fabric of his sweater…

“Whhhy,” John groaned as he tried to get the fingers to let him go, but they refused.  With a furious frown, John took a deep sigh to calm down, “Okay… okay it could have been worse-”

As if to prove him wrong, Vera shifted and rolled in his sleep.  Vera turned over on his belly.  His shirt came up just enough to flash his skinny belly as he flopped down on his gut and hands.  John was hit in the face with Vera’s bare belly as he pinned everything under his flat stomach.  John was mashed between Vera’s skin covered tummy and held by the firm grip of Vera’s fingers while being pinned into the couch cushion.  And it didn’t seem like Vera was moving any time soon.

In agony from the crushing weight of the small elf, John let out a muffed cry into the smooth warm skin that he knew went unheard by his captive.  “Veeeeeeeerrrrrrrraaaaaaaa!”

John heard the ominous noises that Vera’s body was making above and all around him.  He was still being crushed and smothered into the slender flat belly of the elf boy.  Anytime John thought he could sleep or find some peace from being pinned and mashed into the faint peach scented skin, Vera’s slumbering body reacted.  If it wasn’t gurgling or groaning noises form the enormous belly above him, it was the hand below himself that seemed to shift.  Vera tended to rub his belly in his sleep… which meant John was effectively used like a bar of soap being smeared over the boy’s skin.  Dragged and pulled along the flat hairless belly of the elf boy.  His cries and protest lost in the layer of skin as Vera didn’t even flinch as he drew circles around his tummy with John in his palm.

Ever attempt he tried to make, in order to escape were thwarted, as he couldn’t break free from the crushing body weight of the elf.  It also didn’t help that he was smaller than Vera’s own hand.  John didn’t know his exact size, but after the drunken elf started to quiet him down by shrinking his size… well he couldn’t be larger than a few inches at most.  Vera’s palm was easily larger than his entire body, this was all John knew about his size.  Oh and that Vera’s belly button was like the size of his face, something that he learned very quick as he always seemed to be pushed into it one way or another.

More groans and gurgles filled the air right behind the fleshy wall he was mashed into.  These sounds were slowly followed by Vera letting out a groan as his body slowly started to move.  John would have been relieved if it weren’t for the fact that Vera was still holding him pinned to his belly.  Vera slowly rolled over on his back, with his hand laying down on John.  The belly ceiling was now the a belly floor.  Luckily with Vera’s weight now off hims, besides the large hand, John found it more comfortable for him.   He was able to breath some fresh air and not worried of being suffocated under the thin but heavy elf boy.  Although he still couldn’t push the hand off himself.  

John got a look through one gap in the enormous cage like fingers that held onto him, and spotted through a window in the apartment that the sun was coming up.  It seemed that John didn’t get any sleep all night long.  No wonder why he felt so exhausted.  John glowered at the giant boy passed out on the couch, but it didn’t do him any good.  Deciding to try and get some sleep at least for as long as he could, John tried to fall asleep with the hand was still digging into him.  

The sounds of Vera moaning and making a noise brought John back to reality.  Groaning he continued to hear the sleeping elf mutter and start giggling in his dream state.  Something that rubbed John the wrong way.  The happy and carefree boy was having fun sleeping, while he couldn’t get a wink.

“mmmm,” Vera sighed out loud in a deep exhale.  John felt the large hand above him starting to move.  John felt the long fingers pull along him and Vera’s skin dragging John with them.  The finger tips trailing along Vera’s own body past the elf boy’s belly button.  John figured he was in for another belly rub and gritted his teeth.  However when he past the navel and continued to go further downward.  It was now when he felt himself pulled down past the belly button and started to take a dip downward toward a lower region. 

“Wh-whoa! WHOA!”  John shouted over the muffled noises as he realized where this wandering hand was going.  It was dragging him to Vera’s waist band of his pants and underwear.  Just as John thought he was going to take a very unwanted trip into the dark and mysterious area of Vera’ crotch, the hand slowed at the brim of the clothing.  John could just make out the tip of Vera’s fingers diving under the clothing before it stopped.  John’s heart was beating at an insane pace as he was mere inches away from slipping under the garment.

“Got to be fucking kidding me,” John grumbled with a new reason to escape.  Luckily for him there was no smell rising up toward him.  Yet, John didn’t want to test that theory of what the elf boy smelled like down there.  Instead he started to try and pry the fingers blocking his way out.  John grunted and groaned but found that he was unable to move the large objects anymore than before.  John felt Vera’s own hand starting to snake and slip further beyond the clothing.  Now he was that much closer to what laid beneath Vera’s underwear.  “VERA!!!”  John screamed as he looked past the fingers that were dipping past the line of no return.  A black dark vast void of unknown horrors awaited John past Vera’s pant line.  John hated that the elf had so much power over him, and he couldn’t do anything but call out.

John watched with disgust and horror as he started to slide past the event horizon of Vera’s waist line.  The trapped warm air rushing up to greet-

The slamming of a neighbors door woke Vera up in a startle.

“I’M AWAKE!”  Vera shouted yanking his hand out from his pants and rubbing at his eyes.

John let out a cry as he was flung out from a place he really didn’t want to go to.  John flew through the air from the toss and found himself falling toward the ground.  It was fast, but John saw where he was heading, and it wasn’t the floor.  In fact it was on the floor, but not the hard ground that John thought he was going to land on.  Instead John let out a gasp at the sight of Vera’s boots standing by the couch.  The black tall boots that Vera wore.  The shin high shoes were standing up, like towers, as John’s small body was sent tumbling toward the right one.

“no, no, NO!” John screamed as he smacked into the siding of the shoe and felt himself starting to roll downward toward the heel of the towering boot.  “VERA!”  John shouted once again this morning for the elf to notice him.

“Ooooo,” Vera whined as it sounded like something hurt, “My head,” he whimpered as the sound of the couch creaking as he got up off it.  “owwwww,” he moaned again as Vera started to walk somewhere.   John could only hear the continuous complaining Vera was doing while the thumping of his feet walking past the boots.  They stormed off toward the direction of the kitchen.  The sound of the refrigerator door opening and closing, the clinking of dishes and Vera letting out soft whimpers and hisses at the noises that were made.

John wouldn’t say he was a vindictive person, but the sounds of groans and gasp of pain from Vera made him feel a little happier that the giant elf boy was in pain this morning.  Severs him right for what he just went through!

Vera on the other hand was in a living nightmare.  Every movement he made, every soft sound caused by his feet or dishes, made a head splitting noise.  Vera groaned as he had one hand to his head and another to his plate as he tried to get some food on it without passing out from the throbbing skull.  If only he knew some healing magic.  Vera sighed and found a doughnut from his pantry and placed it on the plate.  Pouring some milk, Vera sat there looking at the food and drink, unable to touch it.  This was one nightmare he wished he woke up from.

“My head is killlling me,” Vera complained as he sat there head in hands on the kitchen table.  It felt like someone was trying to punch their way out of his skull right now.  Vera groaned again as he started to look for something sweet to ingest.  However Vera was having a hard time concentrating on what he wanted to eat.  He felt so sluggish and weird.  Vera came across some water and started to pour a cup for himself.  He quickly found a chocolate bar in one of the cabinets and pulled it out.  Biting into the sweet treat, he ignored the weird feeling in his stomach he got when eating chocolate. Sadly the chocolate bar seemed way appealing than the unappealing doughnut.

He was feeling a little better but still it wasn’t great.  Vera groaned as he turned his head to look at what time it was.  Was nearly 8 am.  Vera sighed and started to look away until his head spun back around and saw the date under the time.  “SHIT!”  Vera squeaked checking the date.  “OH NO!”  Vera shot up from the table and let out a painful sound at the fuzzy head he got.  Still he rushed through the kitchen and toward his room.  “I’m so freaking late!”  Vera complained as he dashed to put on some proper clothing on.

John didn’t know what was worse the fact he couldn’t get out of the boot or the sudden and horrified sounding Vera stomping off toward somewhere.  The sound of lots of things happen at once in another room made John wonder what Vera was doing.  Sudden thumping could be heard getting closer, like a stampede of wild animal heading his way.  The sky was bloated out by the view of Vera’s backside clad in usual casual tan baggy pants.  Than it happened, an enormous black sock covered foot came into view.

“Oh no…” John whispered right as the large dark fuzzy object was shoved into the opening of the shoe.  John held his hands up as the heel of Vera’s sock bashed into him, knocking him down into the boot.  The clothed foot already pushing down into John as Vera slipped his shoes on with little to no effort.  The layer of sock, covered John’s face as he was mashed into the bottom of the shoe.  Vera had already pushed his foot down and had crushed John into his soft but slightly firm heel.

“I got to be there in 10 minutes,” Vera whined as he started to leave the apartment.  John felt the first step crushing and grinding him into the ground as Vera took walked toward the door..  He only had the slightest time to feel this sensation before Vera pretty much ran out of his place.  John was bashed and mashed into the elf boy’s foot over and over again as Vera unawarely grounded his heel into John’s tiny body.  The dark chamber was smothering for John as Vera pounded his body relentlessly.  It hurt… it was like being hit by a truck over and over again.  Yet, like Vera told him, his body withstood the attack.  Maybe Vera wasn’t that heavy or John was indestructible, either way his body was intact and in one piece.  It just wasn’t fun experience twelve stomps back to back in the span of one second.

Vera was in a rush and wasn’t even thinking about where John could be or what that little pebble or piece of lint in his right shoe was.  He had to hurry to the Office.  The government had set up a department near Vera’s apartment that he needed to check in every week.  They would take samples and ask some questions and in turn answer any new ones he had about this world.  It was very standard for any magical creature that came to this new place.  Than Vera would donate his magic for the government to use for their “whatever you call” thing they used it for.  Vera never asked just did as he was told.  Was better than being deported back to his home world.

“I’m late, I’m late,” Vera complained as he ran as fast as his little boot covered legs could carry him.  Each stomp echoed down the side walk with a thud as he lifted and stomped his feet down without hesitation.  He had never been late before, so he was panicking about what would happen if he showed up at the wrong time.  “Please don’t send me back,” Vera gasped as he ran toward the building a little further down the street.

John on the other hand, or foot to be more exact, was crying from his own situation.  It seemed every step loosened John up off the bottom of the shoe, only to slide a little deeper before being bludgeoned by the socked foot, beating down on-top of on him.  Pushing him into the lining of the shoe till it pulled off him and he slipped again.  John was making his way down the foot and to the tip of the shoe as Vera ran.  Each press the large foot did to him, caused John to let out grunts and gruff noises as his body was squeezed of any air it took in.  The air… that was something John was starting to hate more and more.  It seemed more and more like Vera.  As he walked the more stiff and stale the air in the boot would get.  Soon the air was warm, soon turning hot, than smoldering at the steaming air cooked around him from Vera’s socked covered foot expunging it’s body heat.  The scent of sweet but salty old peaches filled the chamber.  Something like sweat and peach started to invade John’s brain.  The hot peach smell was slightly sickening but sweet in a weird messed up way.  John had no idea what to make of it, but the pressing sol that punched into him kept his mind from thinking straight.  

“Get…” John wheeze out to the all encompassing foot, “Off,” John spat out before some of the sock lint entered his mouth and nose, “ME!” John half growled and cried as he got another face full of Vera’s foot.  The constant beating he was taking was painful to the point he just wanted to pass out.  But somehow his body stayed conscious through the massive and unlimited stomps he received.  

Vera still not certain what the little piece of debris or rubble that made it into his boot was, he didn’t have time to stop and check on it or to try and push the little bugger out of the way.  Moving his foot around a little and proceeding to do a little skip and boot tap, he tried to send the obstruction out from under his annoyed foot and somewhere else.

John felt the shoe shudder and shake weirdly.  Suddenly he slide further than ever and down to the tip of Vera’s shoe.  Before he could react, a large toe smacked into him as it pressed down firmly and bashed his head into the siding of the very cramped shoe now.  John let out a cry for mercy as Vera kept him pinned and stuck fast from the warm cotton toe.  The tip stuck mashed to his skull and threaten to insert itself into John’s mouth if he dared open up.  His eyes were starting to sting from the atmosphere inside the shoe.  What the hell was going on?!

Vera felt the weird object stuck to his toe now.  Now what the heck could it be?  However annoying it was for Vera to have something in his shoe, it was far less annoying now that he had it located under his big toe.  He would just have to leave it there till he got back home.  Whenever that might be.  

Vera looked at the time and found he was 9 minutes late.  Vera ran into the office and saw the receptionist. 

“So-so-sorry… I’m late…” Vera panted wheezing, “Please I didn’t mean to-”

The woman lifted an eyebrow.  “Late?  We opened at 8.”

Vera gave her a pleading look, “I know and I’m suppose to be here at 8.  Please it wasn’t my fault.  It’s only a few minutes.”

The receptionist looked at Vera before saying, “We open at 8… you can come in any time after that you know.  Did…” She leaned in closer looking shocked and worried, “Did you think you had to be here every time at 8, right when we open?”

Vera looked around noticing how empty the place usually was.  “uh… Well… I … I wasn’t suppose to show up when you open at 8?  Is that not what come in when we’re open meant?  To come in at that time,” Vera asked confused.  

The receptionist looked baffled and apologetic, “Sorry dear… I thought you just liked to get this done early.  We just needed you to come in between our OPENING and CLOSING times, 8-5.  When we said come in when we open… it was anytime between those periods.”

Vera head spun at the news.  “So… I’m not late?  I’m not going to be deported?”

She gave him a weak smile, “No… and it might take more than missing a meeting or two for us to revoke your citizenship.”

Vera let out a relieved sigh.  “Oh thank goodness,” he wiped at a bead a sweat on his forehead.  It wasn’t till now that Vera started to relax his body, and unconsciously unclentch his toes from the little dirty ball or whatever he was gripping in his right shoe.

John on the other hand felt his soul leave his body as he suffocated and was mashed face deep and under the enormous foot.  John swore his body was crushed and his lung deflated for the full couple of minutes Vera pinched his toes around his body.  Finally after the boy relaxed, John felt the hot sweaty air seep back into his tired lungs.  As painful as the air was, John welcomed it into his tired body.  Why him… why was this happening to him?

John never got the answer from anyone as Vera was told to wait for his check up.  While Vera waited the few moments it would take for someone to come check up on him, Vera passed the time with playing with his shoes.  He proceeded to kick his feet around tapping his foot, pushing and shoving the foreign object around in his long boot like leggings.  Something that John didn’t like.  He was passed around between the toes that repeatedly grabbed and poked at his body as Vera toyed around with the mysterious object in his shoe.  John’s arm or leg getting grabbed or his head shoved between a socked toe pit.  A flutter of toes drumming over his body.  John was in a literately disaster zone as he couldn’t catch a break.  That was until someone called for Vera.  Once his attention was off John, he had a chance to recover from the assault of playful toe flicks and presses that he had to endure.

Vera followed the doctor into the usual room to do the usual check up.  They ran some test, took some notes asked questions, and than the worse part… the blood sample.  Vera HATED needles.  They made him cringe and wince whenever he saw one.  He probably would have fainted if he could.  However no matter what he said, he had to give the doctor some blood.  Vera looked away as the needle was slowly put in his arm.  No matter how little it hurt, he still couldn’t help but flinch and tense up his body, especially his toes and feet.  Luckily he found that foreign object in his shoe and clenched his foot around it as hard as he could until the blood sample was collected.

The doctor apologized like ever other time and finally took out the last thing for Vera’s exam to be over.  It was a small box to store Vera’s energy for the government to use.  Rolling up his sleeves, Vera put put his hands on the box and discharged his magical source.  It was like any other exam, but the doctor repeated the usual closing words out of habit.

“Now remember you just spent a good deal of energy, you may feel tired and exhausted.  Take some time to rest up and relax, don’t try and use too much magic if you can…” the doctor seemed to be checking something on the box as if examining the contents of the now glowing cube.  “Huh, your magic seems to be a little lower than usual.  Have you been using magic?”

Vera paused mid sleeve roll down.  Oh… crap.  He looked at the doctor who seemed to be checking some number on his spread sheet.  “uh, well, uh, it’s…”

John heard the sound of the doctor and heard the worried tone in Vera’s voice.  This was his chance.  He let out a cry for help.

“DOC-”  

a wall of socked toes curled up and around John shutting him up.

Vera felt his toes curl as he told the doctor.  “Well, for a few small things,” Vera said nervously his habit of scrunching his toes already in affect.  Taking comfort in the little thing he found in his shoe.

The doctor looked at Vera, and just shrugged, “You know the rules.  As long as no one knows about you or magic.  Just little surprising in the dip in magic, that was all.  Your good to go.  See you back next week, when we’re open.”

Vera sighed, “right.  When you’re open… any time BETWEEN 8-5,” Vera asked emphasizing the new knowledge he learned today.

“Yup, just like last time and the time before,” the doctor commented as he was already leaving the room.  Clearly thinking it was a joke or something.

Vera now confirming that he could show up anytime rather than the early morning, he would take his time next week.  Sighing at the funny but still exhausting day, Vera left the doctor's room and headed for the exit.  The receptionist saying goodbye, “Don’t forgot it’s ANYTIME-”

Vera finished up her sentience, “Yeah, between 8 and 5… I’ll remember next time.”

Vera made it home and was holding a burger in his hand from one of his stops before getting home.  He found the salty and greasy fast food burger and fries had help clean up his head from the hangover and found the salty tasting meal hit just the right spots in his gut to leave him satisfied.  

“Sooooo much better,” Vera sighed as he tossed the empty bag away.  As Vera walked to his room, he effortlessly slipped out of his left shoe, and than his right one.  Peeling his damp sock foot out of the steamy shoe.  Vera stepped on the floor and shivered at the cold contact he had and walked toward his room to change and possibly shower before he jumped into something comfy, loose, and enjoyable clothing.  Vera headed to his room to grab some clothes.

As soon as Vera’s foot hit the ground John came undone from Vera’s sweaty and strong smelling sock.  He felt his body plaster to the cold hard ground.  The cool and refreshing air void of that faint peach and salt smell, filled John’s lungs with its cleanliness.  John gasped and looked beyond himself to see the unaware Vera walking off toward his room, leaving John on the ground by his empty boots.  His once infernal prison was now out of his reach.  

“Vera,” John asked feeling dehydrated and exhausted.  “Fuck….you,” John groaned laying on the floor while Vera shifted around in his room.  John hardly noticed Vera head toward the bathroom, or him turning the water on to clean up, and sure enough, he didn’t spot Vera leaving the bathroom to change his clothes in the bedroom.  It wasn’t till Vera came out of his room looking refreshed and relaxed as he headed toward the couch and sank into John that he didn’t even recall him.

“oooohhh, so much better.”  Vera groaned as she sat down and put his feet up on the coffee table in front of himself.

It was the calm look on Vera’s face the made him snap.  How could he look so relaxed and happy after what he threw him through.  This was ridiculous even if he wasn’t aware of what he did, he still put him through a living hell for over a couple of freaking hours.  John got up and stormed toward the chilled out elf on the couch.  John couldn’t stop himself from shouting at Vera.  “HEY!”

Vera didn’t even look at him.

“HEY!!!” John shouted with rage as he realized he wasn’t being heard.  “VERA!!!”

It was now that the elf blinked and looked around.  He turned right, left, than his lower right, and finally left lower side where John was.  “Oh, hey,” Vera acted like this was the first time seeing him all day.  “Where have you been?”

“Under you fucking foot, change me back to my size,” John demanded with a stomping foot.

Vera frowned as he mouthed what he heard.  Than he quickly said, “oooh, yeah sorry.  I can’t change your size.  Kind of spent most of my magic today,” Vera laughed as he waved his hands and nothing happened.  No blue light or sparks.  “Tapped out, sorry.  Maybe later.”

“Wh-what?” John spoke and quickly shook his head, “Whatever, fine!  What about what  you did to me today-”

“Hey,” Vera spoke cutting off John as he leaned forward from the couch toward John.  His size massively towering over him.  “I got a favor to ask,” Vera said cutting John’s words off with little to no effort.  Vera’s large fingers were on the small man before he could move.  John felt himself being lifted up off the floor and soon dropped on the table in front of Vera.  “I’ve had a LONGGGG day,” Vera huffed.

“You?  What about fucking me,” John spoke dumbfounded by Vera’s reaction toward him.  It was like he didn’t even care, he was more worried about himself.

Vera went on like he didn’t hear John, “My feet are freaking killllling me…. Do you mind?”

John frowned at Vera’s words and than at the towering black socked feet that were suddenly placed near him.  “What?”  

When John didn’t move, Vera wiggled his feet, “hey… come on… massage them.”  Vera said as he gave him a cheerful smile.

“WHAT?” John shouted louder and more upset at the order that Vera was asking, “Hell, NO.  Do you have any idea-”

Vera gave a pouting look as he cut John off yet again, “Oh come on… I had a long day,” Vera said with a sadden look, pushing them massive feet closer.

John gaped at Vera, “YOU- You had a long day??? I HAD A LONG-”

The massive foot waved past John making him cut his words off and jump back.  “Please,” Vera whined, “they’re sore… I’m tired…. I want a foot massage…” Vera complained again edging his feet and toes closer to John.

John shook his head in defiance and utter disbelief, “Rub your freaking feet?  Helllll no,” John said as he tried to get away from the swaying black socked foot.

“Pllllllllease,” Vera whined even louder as he waved his foot back and forth in front of John.  “I want one….”

“Vera,” John growled, “Get them out of my freaking face!”  

John watched as the elf boy proceeded to wave and push his feet toward John over the next few minutes just repeating his “please, come on” begging tone.  John was getting upset at the constant pushing the boy was doing and was about to say something horrible when all of a sudden one of the waving feet came slapping down into John’s face.  The large sock covered foot pinned and punched his face with the fuzzy clean material.

“VERA GET YOUR SOCK COVERED FOOT OFF ME,” John shouted as he shoved the lumbering sol back and off him.  “Don’t you dare put that fuzzy fucking foot near me again,” John warned.

Vera gave a harsh pout.  “Fine.”

John felt a degree of his anger drop a notch as Vera pulled his foot away and toward the couch.  However a mischievous grin came over the boys face as he yanked off the sock and soon his dark tan fleshy foot came back faster than ever, “THERE!  NO SOCKS,” Vera laughed as his foot came back pushing into John.  Vera shoving his wall of brown foot flesh into John’s face as Vera went back to complaining and begging for a massage.  John however found this more annoying than before as Vera tried to shove his foot into his face again.

“STOP IT!”  John roared.  “I SAID STOP!”

“Ohhh come on,” Vera laughed, “It will take like no time at all.  You’re already there, just like put your little hands out,” Vera egged him on trying to get John to touch and rub his foot.

“NO!”  John said defiantly.

Finally Vera’s humor started to die down at his lack of interest.  “Why not?  Huh?  It’s just a simple massage, like a few minutes at the most.”  Still John didn’t react or respond as he crossed his arms over his chest and refused to put them anywhere near Vera’s fleshy foot skin.  “You’re not going to do it than?”  Vera asked sounding hurt at his simple request being denied.

John spoke, “No.  I wont.”

It was now that John saw Vera mull it over for a brief moment before his face got a little more stern.  “Well… maybe… that’s tough luck…”

John frowned at Vera.  “What?  What does that mean?”

“I… I want a massage, and… and I’m going to get one.”  Vera said with a little more force and confidence in what he was going to get.

John wasn’t sure what the elf was going on about, but soon his black nail polished hand was already reaching past his feet and toward John, “H-hey, wha-”  Vera picked up the small John and held him by his feet before dropping him on the couch near his toes that were once again around his size.

“You-you can’t make me,” John told Vera with some worry in his voice at just how big the elf feet really were.

“Mmm,” Vera said with a little smirk, “You sure about that?”

John wasn’t ready for Vera, as his feet were shoved forward.  They pushed into John and sent him flying with them until they both collided with the side of the couch’s armrest.  John let out an alarmed and panicked sound as he felt the full weight of Vera pushing into him and pinning him to the cushion.  Flashbacks of this morning hit John as it was so similar to being in Vera’s shoes, it wasn’t even funny.  “MMMMM” John shouted as he tried to push the naked slightly pale sol of Vera’s left foot off him.

“I’m just going to keep you like that till you start massaging me.  Up to you, you can be a foot rest, or rub my little toes for me,” Vera giggled as he wiggled his feet around pushing and shoving John deeper into the firm, but soft couch.  John felt his shoulder and legs starting to roll in their socket making it painful to endure.

“MMM,” John cried out again as Vera kept shifting his foot around.

Vera sighed, “Do you really prefer this, over massaging my foot?”  John could tell that Vera sounded shocked.

“nnoooo,” John replied feeling the foot stop moving as Vera gasped.

The excitement could be heard in his voice, “So?  Does that mean you’ll do it?”

“Yeeessss,” John moaned out.

“YA!  Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you,” Vera happily responded as he retracted his feet.  John landed on the couch cushion feeling his body trying to regain its shape.  Before John could stand up, Vera had already slapped his right foot down near him.  “You should start with the big toe,” Vera said wiggling it with excitement and anticipation of his actions.  “It’s a little stiff,” Vera pouted.  “Oh and make sure you rub the joint too,” Vera added with a wink.

John gave the enormous toe a disgruntled look.  It nearly looked like a girls foot, no callouses or hair on it.  Just the thought of how he had to touch another guys foot made him shudder.  The things he’s been put through by this elf… this MALE elf.  John was sure if it was a female elf this, would be a WHOLE different story.  Sadly, his wasn’t that lucky.  He was stuck with Vera...  

Grumbling at how unfair it was he was being forced to do this, John started to touch and rub Vera’s toe.  He started to push, pull, and rub Vera’s toe.  Massaging the big digit the best he could.  It didn’t last more than a few seconds before Vera started to make noises.  Somewhere between a giggle at the feeling and a sigh.  “Okay next one,” Vera said shifting his foot a little movement pushing Vera’s next toe in front of him.  John let out another grumbling sound as he did as Vera asked.  It didn’t take too long before John got the smell of Vera’s feet all over his hands as he rubbed each toe for a good couple of minutes.  Finally Vera picked up his foot and pushed it closer, “The heel,” Vera commented as he started to turn on the TV to entertain himself while his feet were worked on.

John glared at the casual elf boy just chilling while having the tiny person please him.  John shook his head and wanted to punch Vera’s foot.  Maybe the startled feeling would scare him?  Or maybe he would kick in reaction and John would have to find out what being kicked off a couch at this size felt like… yeah no way he wanted to feel that today.  He had enough of being stomped and kicked around.    

After an equally long time rubbing and pushing and grinding his hands into Vera’s surprisingly soft heel, Vera than said, “Okay, now the top.”

John looked up and arched an eyebrow.  “Yeah… how???”

Vera looked past his feet and snickered, “Ops… hehe sorry.  Right…”  John was shocked when he felt himself starting to grow.  He only grew a few inches, as tall as Vera’ actual foot.  

John let out an angry shout, “HEY!  I THOUGHT YOU SAID-” 

Vera gave him a slight grin and a shrug, “I might have had just a little bit more magic in me…” Vera held up his fingers showing the pinch of magic he mustered up for his size change.

John couldn’t help but growl at Vera, “Oh you lying F-”  

Vera’s foot leaned forward plopping down on John’s head silencing his curings.  “Don’t worry you’re almost done,” Vera cheered John on.

John grumbled harder as he took his anger out on Vera’s foot.  Sadly it seemed his anger was what Vera liked because he was squirming and making more noises at his aggressive massage.  “Ooo, mmmm, yeah… that’s the spoooooot OOO ahhhhh,” Vera went on as John shook his head and glared at the TV.  He didn’t want to look at the elf anymore.

“Okay okay, thanks.  I REALLY needed that,” Vera sighed as he slowly retracted his foot and pulled it toward himself.  He continued to lay on the couch in a comfy position, feet tucked inward.  His attention was back on the TV, leaving John on the far end of the couch by himself.

Well, all alone with all of Vera’s foot odor that he just rubbed all over himself seeping off his body.  John was sure after today, he wouldn’t be able to get Vera’s scent off himself for a long time.  That peachy cream smell, with a hint of sweat mixed in.  It was sickening sweet.  

Before John could move, Vera’s other foot came out of nowhere and slapped down near him, “Oh… don’t forget the other one,” Vera commented as he continued to gaze at the TV.  “I’m sure it wont take you too long… chop chop,” Vera giggled as he wiggled his toes in front of a pissed of John.

John found there was no point in arguing after coming this far.  Instead he just glared at Vera who never looked back at him as he did his job.  

John did his best not to snap at the elf.  He just had to last a few more days.  Than he was going to make Vera wish he never shrunk him in the first place….

Vera was having a nice dream, the grin on his face would have told anyone that clearly.  He didn’t know why but he was feeling happy for some reason.  As Vera tried to understand exactly why he was grinning in his dream, there was a loud and sharp knock that woke him up from his slumber.  Vera sat up and his feet slide off the coffee table, landing with a thud on the floor.  This in turn startled a sleeping John, who was trapped on the coffee table.  It seemed as John massaged Vera’s feet last night the elf boy fell asleep and left John there.  If Vera could read minds, he would know how furious and upset John was at Vera’s neglect for him.  However that wasn’t something Vera could do.  Instead Vera looked around groggily wondering what that noise was.  Vera noticed the light coming in from a window and knew it was day time.  He also noticed the TV was left on and John waking up too.

“What was that,” Vera muttered thinking maybe it was his dream that was messing with him.

However the resounding thumps of knocking filling the apartment came back, along with an all too familiar voice.

“VEEEERRRRRAAAAAA,” Sang out a super cheerful and wishful voice just beyond the door.  “IIIIITTTTT’SSSS MEEEEE!” The voice went on and Vera’s eye widen as soon as he recognized the high and lightly pitched voice belonging to none other than Alty.  

John looked back to Vera wondering who the hell that could be and watched as Vera’s ears twitched and dropped slightly.  He looked like a puppy that was caught doing something wrong.

“Shiiiiit,” Vera hissed with a panicked look.  “Alty? Why...”  Vera muttered sounding worried.

“Who the hell is Alty?  Is that, like your girlfriend or something,” John asked hearing the voice continued to call out Vera’s name and knocking on the door.  He wouldn’t lie her voice did sound kind of cute behind the closed door, but he never thought Vera had a relationship going.  As upset as he was for being woken up from a rough night and even longer week, the cheerful voice kind of felt magical as it gave him a warm feeling hearing it.  She seemed nice.

Vera looked at John and his face turned from a mocha shade to a milk chocolate shade as his dark skin paled, “If he finds you I’m totally screwed,” Vera commented sounding jittery with fear and worry.

John should have enjoyed watching Vera squirm like this, that was until till he heard that first part, “Wait… he?”

“Veeeerraaaaa, open up…” Alty whined from the other side of the door, “I know you’re in theeeeeerrrreeeee.”

“Uh… just a minute!” Vera called out as he snatched up John who let out a yelp from the forceful swipe.  One moment he was on the table the next he had Vera’s fingers wrapping around him in a firm hold.  He was in darkness and was quickly hurried off toward somewhere.  John heard the sound of a door shutting just before he was dropped on top of a sink.  Looking up at Vera who seemed even more panicked, this told John something bad was up.

“What’s going on?”  John asked skeptical that Vera only looked panicked when it involved him getting busted for something he shouldn’t have been doing.

“It’s Alty!”  Vera explained in a hushed voice.  John didn’t know why Vera thought the name would have meant something to him.

John shook his head, “Who?”

“He’s like…” Vera tried to think of the words to describe Alty.  He wasn’t exactly Vera’s mentor, and Vera guess he should call him a friend.  Like Vera, Alty was from the other magical world.  However unlike Vera, Alty had been on this world much longer and there for knew much more about Earth than Vera.  Whenever Alty came over they would chat and talk about how things they learned since the last time they meet or what they missed or didn’t miss back home.  “He’s uh… an elf like me,” Vera explained, “But, not a dark elf.”

John frowned, “There’s a difference?”

Vera nodded his head vigorously up and down.  Just as Vera was going to go into detail about the difference between the two types of elves, another whine for Vera to let him in came from Alty still standing outside.  “SORRY ALMOST THERE!” Vera called out before looking back to John, “I have to hide you.”

“Hide me?!”  John shouted before Vera could move.

“He can’t find out,” Vera complained, “He’s one of the few magical beings part of the government… he’s the LAST person that needs to see you.”

John just sputtered at the fear in Vera’s voice.  “Fine… just leave me in here while you talk-”

“I can’t,” Vera protested.  “He’ll smell you out.”

John’s mouth gaped open at what he heard, “Smell?  He’ll smell me out?  What kind of bullshit-”

Vera looked at the door as if expecting it to break open and Alty to come barging in anyway, “Elves have a good sense of magic, they can detect magic easily.  And trust me, you smell just like my magic.”

John didn’t say what else he smelled like, considering he had been servicing his feet all night till they both passed out.  Hell he hadn’t even been able to shower since he been shrunk.  So to say he smelled wasn’t an understatement, but for an elf to sniff out the magic on him?  That sounded like some shady shit that Vera could be making up.

“Well,” John said coming to another possible solution, “how about till Alty leaves, you turn me back to normal-”  

Vera cut him off, “I told you,” Vera shook his head, “He’ll SMELL it!  Any use of my magic or anything I used it on, Alty will KNOW…”

“Of for fuck sake,” John muttered as he rolled his eyes before they rested on Vera’s socks.  “There no fucking way I’m going in your socks!”

“Well,” Vera gave an apologetic look, “I can put you somewhere else…”

John’s thoughts turned to the other morning where he almost slipped past Vera’s waste line and down in his…

This made John nearly scream out for going into Vera’s socks.  That was till his eyes came onto the side pocket on Vera’s pants that he was still wearing from the other day.  Just before passing out on the couch.

“Your pocket!”  John told him pointing to his right side.  

“Pocket…” Vera repeated and looked to where John was pointing, “MY POCKET!  YOUR A GENIUS,” Vera picked John up and with a delighted grin covering his face.  John couldn’t react in time as Vera place a quick unsuspecting smooch on John before he quickly tossed the small man into his pocket.  “COMING!”  Vera shouted as he walked away with John in his pocket to let Alty inside.

John was stunned for the briefs of moments as he was still trying to recover from being kissed by the boy.  A freaking guy just kissed him.  VERA KISSED HIM!

Shuddering at the fact that his first kiss was from a freaking guy, John wiped and clawed over his face and body to remove any cooties he might have contracted from a male placing their lips on his body.  

It wasn’t till the first few steps that John realized his mistake of suggesting to be put in Vera’s pant pocket.  His baggy pants left a lot of room for him to move around in.  Which meant he was bouncing around.  John felt his body collide with Vera’s soft thigh and bounce of the plump skin, only to swing back into it.  John’s face smacked into the skin just behind the fabric he was dangling in.  It was like being stuck in a hammock, unable to do much than lay there and being pushed into Vera’s thigh.  Each clop he made into Vera’s leg felt like bouncing off a tree, a soft slightly squish but firm tree.  By the time Vera made it to the door, John felt his face had collided with Vera’s flesh a dozen times already.

Vera opened the door, “Hey Alty-”

Before Vera could let the other elf boy into his apartment, Alty squealed his greeting, “VERA!  It’s been forever!”  Vera was startled as the light skinned elf, who had a very long braided pony tail well past his hips, who was just an inch or two taller than him came bonding into his arms for a hug.  Vera stiffened at the greeting, as a dark elf, they weren’t big on physically greetings.  However regular Elves were a very affectionate and cheerful race.  Almost the complete opposite of Vera’s.  As Alty laughed while clinging to Vera, he tried to return the hug but Alty was already pulling back.

“Guess what,” Alty announced seeming happy at seeing Vera.

“Uh, what?”  Vera asked letting Alty into his home.  It was now that Vera was able to see the slightly older elf and his outfit.  Alty, who was well over 1000 years old, much older than Vera, didn’t look more than a year or so older than Vera looked.  He was also wearing the complete opposite outfit of what Vera was in.  Where Vera was mostly covered up, Alty was exposed more than his fair share of skin.  Shorts that were almost too small to have decent pockets, a lot of midriff exposed to the point that his shirt was practically covering less skin than shorts.  His footwear was open flip flops.  The two elf boys were just like night and day.

“I learned a new greeting,” Alty smirked as he walked into the apartment looking around.  “Want to see it?”  Alty asked turning around on Vera who just shut his door.

Vera was doing his best not to look like he was hiding a tiny man in his pocket that he shrunk by accident.  A secret that would most most likely get him deported back to his home world faster than Vera could eat a box of chocolate doughnuts… and he could eat those very quickly.  “Uh, sure,” Vera remarked.

It didn’t take Alty long to take the two quick steps toward Vera.  Before Vera knew it, he felt Alty lips smooching his left cheek and than his right cheek before pulling back smiling like the sun, “It’s how the French say hello.”

Vera looked confused at Alty’s greeting, “The French?”

Alty smiled and nodded, “It’s how some people greet each other, by kissing each other’s cheeks!  Isn’t it cute?  Although,” Alty pondered it for a moment, his eyes glancing at the ceiling as he recalled something, “I get mixed reactions from people when I do this, I wonder why… anyway, I thought since the other day was everyone’s appointment day, I would swing by and check up on my fellow elf.  So?  How are things,” Alty asked walking around and examining the room.  

Vera wasn’t sure if Alty was looking for something or was checking up as in seeing how he had been behaving.  The actions Alty was doing, made him nervous.  Unable to resist, Vera stuck his hand into his pocket, the one with John in.  

John suddenly felt a large object, about his size, coming into his space.  It soon pressed into him, showing off how large it was.  Vera’s hand pushed into John and smashed him softly into the side of the elf boy’s leg, keeping him from moving.  Vera held John firmly into his leg to make sure Alty didn’t notice a shape or something moving in his pocket.  John on the other hand felt like Vera was going to crush him into his thigh if he pressed any harder, “VERA,” John whimpered out loud, hoping that Alty didn’t notice even with his elf ears.

“Uh, you know… good.” Vera told Alty, who quickly jumped up on the couch and sat crossed legged smiling at Vera.  He quickly patted on the other side of the couch eagerly for Vera to join him.

“Yeah?  Anything interesting happen?”  Alty asked in the same cheerful tone.  

Vera wasn’t sure if Alty was asking to be friendly or if he was trying to find something out.  Vera shook his head as he went to sit down like Alty was.  Folding his legs in on themselves.  He felt John on his thigh push into the couch as his pocket folded under Vera as he sat down.

John wasn’t ready for the cushion to pin him and Vera’s thigh together.  It was like being a small piece of lunch meat between two loafs of bread, as he was pancaked between the two soft but imposing forces.

“Not really…” Vera told Alty who went on with his questions.  His smile almost looked playful.

“You like it here?”  Alty asked.

This time Vera nodded, “Yeah.  I do, it’s so much better than the our other world.”

Alty let out a laugh, “I know right?!  I mean here, it’s always something new!  Like check this out, I bought my first,” Alty dug into his almost nonexistence pocket to pull out a small object that almost didn’t fit fully in the pocket.  “It’s called a P-hown,” Alty declared holding up a smart phone in his hand.

“P,” Vera repeated, “Hown?  What’s a Phown?”

Alty’s smile never faded, “I don’t know but it looked so cool and interesting!  I just had to buy it!”

“Oh,” Vera remarked as he moved closer to examine the weird looking device.  Vera couldn’t make heads or tails over the weird rectangle like object.  It looked so fragile that it couldn’t be used as a weapon, but there wasn’t much else he could think of the object to be used for.  It seemed so bland and pointless.

Alty went on, “Apparently it’s like magic or something, you can contact other’s who have Phowns… HEY, we should get you a Phown too!”

Vera was hesitant, although he understood most basic concepts, he was still learning about this world.  Heck he JUST got money down…

“Uh, maybe some other time.”  Vera told him

Alty look a little sadden by the news but nodded, “Sure… so, did you have plans today?”

Vera didn’t really have plans, but he also didn’t want to give Alty any time to “sniff” out John.  There was a reason Alty was with the government, he knew when rules were broken with magic.  It was just a matter of time before his secret was revealed, and than… Vera would be going back home.  

“Not really…” Vera said sounding a little uncertain.

Alty was up in a flash at the news, “Great!  We can go to the park and hang out, come on!”  Alty said as he reached forward and took Vera’s hand and pulled him up off the couch.  Vera barely had time to say something about shoes before Alty almost hauled him out of his apartment.

John gasped for fresh air as he was released from the fluffy, but crushing prison he was stuck in.  He could feel his body peeling off of Vera’s leg through the pocket thin fabric.  He was soon back to bouncing and bumping off Vera’s thigh as he walked.  The constant beating of each step was annoying, but so much better than being suffocated under Vera’s fleshy leg and couch. 

Vera was barely able to slip his shoes on before Alty was already back at grabbing his hand and walking him out of his home.  “Come on this is going to be fun!”  Alty cheered as he was taking two steps at a time down the stairs.

“Whoa whoa hold on your going to fast,” Vera told Alty who hardly listened as the eccentric elf took the lead.

Vera couldn’t help but compare him and his other fellow dark elves he grew up around, with Alty and his fellow kind.  Vera recalled reading the words introvert and extrovert, and it was clear that Alty’s people were extroverts, always cheerful and platonic toward others.  They enjoyed physical connection and bonding.  Lots of energy and active, where as dark Elves were not as out going about it.

So as Alty trotted along, towing Vera along by his hand, Vera couldn’t stop thinking about how much he enjoyed Alty holding his hand like this.  A sensation that Vera wasn’t sure he ever experienced till now, or at least for a LONG time that was.  It was nice, however the only thing that was distracting Vera from the moment of spending time with Alty was the constant tapping and brushing along his leg that John was doing.  It seemed like no matter what Vera did, John always ended up bouncing into him.  Luckily it wasn’t too hard that he would get a bruise, just hard enough to remind him that the tiny person was still there.

John on the other hand hated his experience of walking.  It felt like someone constantly pushing him into a wall or the floor as he was bounced and forced to collide into Vera all the time.  He wasn’t sure if the thigh wasn’t hard enough or if it was his sturdiness, but John didn’t end up with a nose bleed from all the face smashing he was doing.  Surprisingly enough he didn’t feel anything break either.  Still the sounds of the outside world were a blissful sound, the sound of himself thumping into Vera blotted out most of the experience of the walk.

Vera followed after Alty, already starting to feel some sweat starting to build up on his brow, “Wait, slow down Alty…”

Alty obliged as he slowed down his movements to now match Vera as they walked next to each other.  Alty not letting go of the hand he was holding, standing next to Vera.  Both Vera and Alty walked in hand down the street toward a public park nearby.  Alty grinning at Vera as he pointed forward with excitement, “Almost there.”

Vera looked at the entrance of the public park with trees and a nice trail leading into the wooded area.  The trees kind of remind him of back home, his world, where he grew up near a similar forest of trees.  After crossing the street, with an enthusiastic Alty ever so slightly picking up his feet, they made it to the park.  Vera followed Alty’s lead as they took a path and head into the wilderness.  The walkway ran ahead and curved around some areas giving them plenty of space to walk.  Vera was enjoying nature as he and Alty continued to talk and become even more friendly with each other.  However, Vera wish he was more dressed like Alty right now, as the sweat started to grow.  It wasn’t scorching hot out, but with his longer clothing, and hat covering his head, it was starting to get warmer.  Even in the shade Vera could feel a nasty drop of sweat roll down certain parts of his body.  Alty on the other hand seemed unaffected by it all as he pointed out a cute little bird chirping away on a branch.

“He’s so cute,” Alty squealed as he hugged Vera’s arm as if to show off how much he wanted to hug the brilliantly colored bird singing for them.  “OH look a squirrel,” Alty directed their attention to a brown squirrel run up a tree.  “Isn’t this place adorable?  It’s kind of like back home,” Alty told Vera.

“Kind of… but I like the weird cities and other place more, although they can be noisey.  And TV… video games,” Vera said listing off his likes.

“Mhmm, those are fun too,” Alty told Vera, still clinging to Vera’s arm.  The same arm that put John in that pocket.

John wanted to climb out of Vera’s pocket a long time ago, but the sides were too steep for him to climb and he was just too short to reach the top.  So he was forced to endure the two friends talking and chatting.  However the sound of Alty getting closer as they talked caused John to frown at the distance between the boys.  Suddenly he felt a wall collided with him and push him into Vera.  The familiar feeling of Vera’s thigh greeting his back, bump him forward into something similar.  A fleshy wall that bounced him backwards.  Repeating the same thing over and over again, almost as if the two were playing ping pong or tennis with his body.  John could only cover his face as he was battered back and forth between the two thighs as Vera and Alty walked very closely together.  Just close enough to pass John back and forth between their legs.  John wasn’t sure if the two even notice him or not being shoved around.  Hell, he was shocked he didn’t hear their hips colliding together as to how close they were to each other.  However it seemed that neither was an issue as Alty and Vera were nearly glued together observing the wildlife.

Unable to help but listen to the conversation they had, he groaned as Alty mispronounced another creature, “It’s a Soonflower, they always point toward the sun.”  He told Vera.  John wasn’t sure if it was all magical beings or just elves that had trouble adapting to life here.

“Wow, you know so much,” Vera exclaimed.

John could hear an almost smug or proud voice coming from Alty, “Well, I do read a lot of their books.”

John figured that was why Alty was mispronouncing everything he came across.  Still it didn’t help that  John’s situation, as he thumped and bumped off both boy’s legs before he was swung back into the collective thigh gap the elf boys shared together.  It was now that he could smell the difference between the two boys.  As horrifying and creeped out that John was, he could tell which leg was pushing into him from the smell itself.  Vera with his sweet peachy smell, and than there was Alty and his weirdly tangy strawberry scent… what was with these two and their fruity smells?!  It was like someone dumped a fruit smoothie in Vera’s pocket.

Vera tried to part from Alty but every step he took to try and separate the gap only had Alty moving with him.  Not sure how much longer he could keep John from being noticed by Alty, he was about to say something when they entered a new part of the park.  Vera watched as the path they were walking on slowly opened into what looked to be a center clearing with benches and a place to sit and rest.  The park had a little center gathering in the middle, with food trucks lined up offering sweets and other foods for any one wanting to buy.  “Oooo,” Alty smiled as he let go of Vera’s arm and pointed to a large white van with ice cream on it.  “Let’s grab something to eat,” Alty offered as he hurried over waving Vera to join him.

Alty pulled Vera along the way toward the van that was handing out ice cream.  There wasn’t much of line to wait for their turn to place an order.  Alty was the first one up and grinned back at Vera, “Chocolate right?  It’s your favorite,” Alty remarked before placing an order for two chocolate ice cream cones.  Before Vera could question Alty or even remark that he wanted to try and pay for his own, to help demonstrating his knowledge of the currency here, Alty pulled out a black card and set it down.  The simple card was swiped and given back to Alty, leaving Vera speechless as there was no money transaction.  By the time they got their ice cream Vera was at a loss of words at Alty’s ability to skip paying.

“What did you do?”  Vera questioned in awe, as Alty and him walked away with their frozen treats.

“Oh, the credits card,” Alty asked digging in his pocket for the shiny looking card.

“Credits… card,” Vera repeated not sure what that was.

“Yup, it means I don’t have to pay for annnnyyyythiiiingggg,” Alty proudly explained.  “I just hand it to whoever I want and I can get whatever for free!”  Alty giggled before licking at his ice cream.

John took a deep sigh at the child like mentality toward a fucking CREDIT card.  Sure he didn’t have to pay NOW, but it always had to be payed off.  Most likely the government or someone else was footing the bill for the careless elf.

“Cooool,” Vera announced looking at the card before licking his own ice cream.  “I wish I had one.  Would make buying things so much easier.”

Alty smiled at Vera, “Don’t worry, I’m sure after a few more years you can join me at my work with the government.  Than,” Alty beamed a smile after a long slurp on his ice cream, just before saying, “You can get your own!”

Vera did like the sound of a magical card that gave him whatever he wanted…

As Vera imagined buying truck loads of chips and boxes of sweet chocolate treats, Alty tugged him along to a bench where they sat and continued to eat their ice cream.  Both elves licking and enjoying their frozen dairy treats.  Making noises of delight and shivers from the freezing snack.

John could feel Vera’s skin he laid up against, which happen to be the top of his thigh, vibrate and little bumps forming under him.  Apparently Vera wasn’t doing so good with the cold ice cream, but he refused to stop eating, as each lick and bite he took forced the boy’s body to react with a tremor.  John shook his head at the child like act of continuing to eat a cold treat so fast.  If he kept this up he might-

“Ohhhh,” Vera moaned, “My head,” He whimpered as it started to hurt like he had a head ache.

“Awwww,” Alty gasped, “don’t eat it so quickly.  You’ll get brain frost.”

John slapped his head against Vera’s leg in aggravation.  “It’s brain freeze!”

Vera nodded as the affect of this frost on his mind slowly faded away.  “It was just too good…” Forcing to slow down, Vera made sure to pause between his consumption of ice cream till soon it was nothing but a stub of a cone.  Pacing himself he learned to avoid another attack on his brain.  It also looked like Alty finished around the same time because both of them leaned back on the bench and sighed rubbing their bellies.  Alty rubbing his smooth flat exposed belly, and Vera rubbed his gray shirt covered stomach.

“Thanks,” Vera told Alty as they sat there.

“Mhmm, I knew you would like it,” Alty told Vera with confidence in his assumption.  Suddenly Alty let out a yawn as he stretched his arms high over his head, exposing a little more of himself as he let out a shockingly cute sound.  “Now… for my payment,” Alty explained.

“Payment?”  Vera asked confused.  “I thought the card payed for it all.”

Alty laughed, “oh it did… but I wanted something more.  Something from you.”

“From me,” Vera asked confused looking at Alty who nodded smiling at him. 

Before Vera could get a clearer explanation, Alty started to lay down.  His head heading toward Vera’s thigh.  One that had John stuffed in.  Vera had less than a second to take his hand and quickly brush and slap the small object that was the shrunken man away from Alty’s incoming head.  Not thinking of where he was pushing the person, he just quickly did it to make sure Alty’s head didn’t collided and detect John.  In no time, Alty’s head landed in Vera’s lap and leg.

“Ahhhh, nothing like a nap after a snack.  Right?”  Alty asked with a giggle as he lay on Vera’s leg and closed his eyes.

“N-nap?” Vera asked nervous at how close Alty was to John.  “For-for how long?”

“Mmmm, don’t know,” Alty mussed.  “Till I’m done I guess.  Now be a nice pillow, and let me get some rest.  It’s been a long day, and I’m soooo tired.  Also,” Alty laughed, “Wouldn’t mind if you gave me a nice little head rub, you know how stuff these hats can get for our ears…”  

Vera knew what Alty was saying as he slowly placed his hand on the hat covered head, covering up the elf ears.  He gave it a nice rub electing a nice sound emitting from Alty as he continued to lay snuggled up in his lap.

John on the other hand was NOT having a nice time.  One second he hears something about a nap, and next, a large firm object swats at him.  He went tumbling over Vera’s rounded thigh, only to get caught by the pocket fabric, like a net.  There was only one direction that John wanted to go, and he was sent the other way, deeper toward Vera’s lap.  It seemed Vera knocked him toward himself, sending him over the inner thigh slightly and deeper into his groin area.  A place that he DIDN’T WANT TO BE!

As a male who knew what awaited in the center of another males lap, John realized what kind of horror he was in for.  He could smell it all.  Vera’s peachy smell from his soap, or whatever the hell it was giving off the smell, mixed with the tangy scent of sweat from the day, and finally that dash of musk.  That male smell that usually only found in someone’s crotch area.  The very hint of it made John want to scream, but the sound of heavy breathing just right above the curved thigh told him that Alty was right there.  As much as he wanted to get Alty’s attention to save him.  Something told him, that he might not be the best person to ask for help from.  

John tried to stay motionless as he heard the rumbling voice of Alty talking to Vera.  John flet his arm, that was stuck under him starting to go numb, John gently rolled over.  Trying his best not to cause any massive motions in the pocket as he could, he rolled over on his belly to keep his arm from falling asleep under his back.  Once John flipped over, he was peering into the deep dark depths of Vera’s dressing.  John couldn’t see more than a few inches in front of him, the darkness created from the pants he was tucked in was thick but not over bearing.  

Or that’s what he thought.

As John continued to gaze dazzlingly into the dark abyss of Vera’s crotch, he saw something.  It was a shadowy mass in the darkness, something a heavier and darker shade than the rest.  It was Vera’s underwear.  John saw the black underwear that Vera was wearing.  John wanted to scream out again, as he saw the very shape pushing into the clothing that clung to the elf’s private area.  A mound that belayed Vera’s gender to be truly that of a male.  John was disgusted to the point he wanted to gag, as it seemed looking at it just increased the scent of male elf in the air.  The smell causing John wanting to scramble out of the pocket as if it were set on fire. 

Vera felt the first wiggle and vibration in the bottom of his pocket near Alty’s head.  Frighten and shocked where it was, Vera moved faster than he intend and pushed his left hand into John to stifle any movements that could alert his friend.  Alty was so close to John, that even the slightest sound or movement would give him away.  So Vera did his best by cupping his hands in his lap, holding John as far away from Alty as possible.  Pushing John down and away from the elf resting in his lap.

John on the other hand tried to cry out, only to be mashed into Vera’s fleshy leg.  A crushing force mashed him so deep into Vera’s leg skin, that he swore he was going to fuse with the fleshy wall just beyond the pocket.  Being pinned down like this only made things worse for John as he felt Vera’s hands tuck him deeper into the pocket, growing even closer to his crotch that he was trying to get away.  The air grew warmer the closer John got to Vera’s groin, and he could tell the difference in each fraction of a degree that heated him up.  Unable to do anything with the impossibly strong hand driving him deeper into the pocket as possible, John felt himself sliding down the inner thigh of Vera’s leg and crawling closer to the center of his lap.  John’s panicked and desperation to escape could do nothing but well up inside him as he knew how dangerously close he was to a male organ that he never even wanted to see in person.  He almost wish he didn’t know Vera’s gender just so he could pray that he was wrong about what he thought he saw.

Oh how the situation might have been if this was not a male but a female elf.

How long John was left to bake in Vera’s lap and pocket was unknown to to him, all he could hear was the sounds of Alty taking his deep breaths as he napped.  Just inches away, the sound of soft cooing and muttering the other elf was doing was all that John could hear.  Time ticking by and the cramped confines of Vera’s pocket bore into his mind.  The only company he had was the smells of now both elf boy’s body odor mixing together in that sweet scented smell, and the lurking musky smell brewing just a little out of John’s reach.  Maybe it was Vera’s hands covering him and his lap that trapped the smells in some swirling concoction of heat and odor but the air continued to build up in intensity for both.  John’s head was getting light from his confines and lack of movement.  He was going crazy, he forgotten what fresh air smelled like…

Suddenly the sounds of Alty letting out a sharp high pitched yawn broke John out of his crazy hazy mindset.

“Ahhh, nothing like a quick fifteen minute nap,” Alty cheerful sighed as he got up off of Vera’s leg.

John felt Vera’s hands leaving him and his lap allowing some air to slowly filter in through the fabric he was trapped in.  Alty words horrified him at how quickly it felt like he lost his mind in such a short time.  Surely he was wrong, it had to have been hours, right?   

Vera watched as Alty sat up and stood up from the park bench.  “Well, I think we spent enough time together.  Should we head back?”  Vera nodded as he stood up slowly.  He could feel John’s body sliding around in his pocket as Vera got off the bench.  John slipped down the side of Vera’s leg as soon as he stood up.  It wasn’t till John seemed to be squirming more, that Vera was forced to shove his hand into the pocket and keep him from wiggling around.

John, who wanted some fresh air from his entrapment, was about to head for the opening above his head, only to have that damn hand shove inside and slam him back down.  The force was like a falling tree or house that collapsed on him.  The size and weight of Vera’s hand forced him back down.  John tried to get around the hand, but Vera’s fingers were already wrapping and clinging to him, holding him, once again still.  Vera clamped round John’s entire body keeping him restricted and unmoving once more.  

As Alty walked Vera back home, Vera kept both his hands in his pockets, to look more natural.  Alty continued his normal conversation of talk with Vera.  Occasionally Vera would feel a twitch or struggle from John, and tightened his grip a little more.  Making sure that John’s outline wasn’t exposed to any prying glances that Alty would make toward him.  It might have just been Vera’s nervousness about being caught, but he was being very careful how his hand was looking on it’s own.  However long it took for them to get to the park, it felt much quicker going home.

John on the other hand felt the complete opposite as he swore he felt his bones breaking and popping as Vera tighten his killing grip on his body.  It was like Vera was treating him like a stress toy as he continued to squeeze and squeeze him over and over again.  John’s breathing was in constant attack from the anaconda like fingers baring down on him.  It was like having a bear slowly squeeze him in a bear hug.  John’s little voice calling out for Vera or anyone to help, was completely annihilated by the yapping Alty going on and on about whatever it was.  John couldn’t hear the words just the noise that filled the air outside of his pocket prison.

Vera let out a mental sigh as they finally reached his apartment without stirring any suspensions.

“Well, it was fun,” Vera said as he walked past Alty and into his apartment.  

Alty nodded in eager agreement, “It sure was.”  Alty let out a sadden sigh.  “I wish we could hang out more often,” Vera could tell that Alty really wished he could stay longer, “but kind of got to help the agency and stuff.  Gonna be busy again for a couple of more weeks.”

“I understand,” Vera told Alty not sounding too upset.  Normally Vera would be sad or lonely about Alty leaving, but his hand holding John, kept him feeling a little more hope.  Vera was sure that he was growing closer to John, his first human friend.  Now Alty wouldn’t be the only friend he knew here.  “But next time you could at least warn me,” Vera told Alty with a little laugh, “Could have planned something out for the day.”

Alty pouted, “I wanted to surprise you!  Oooo, but you’re right, we could have done so much more!  Fine, next time I’ll give you a heads up,” Alty beamed Vera a smile.  Alty walked closer and went to hug Vera.  Vera returned the gesture as they held each other for a little while.

John was gasping for air when Vera let go and heard the embracing, and what the two elves were doing.  John was too busy rubbing part of his sore, but not broken body.  His shoulder and legs, wherever Vera had practically snapped with his gripe.  For a weak looking elf boy, he had a strong grip…

“Well, till next time,” Alty’s voice called out as Vera let Alty go.  Vera waved goodbye as Alty headed to the door.  Just before Alty left, he paused, “Oh and maybe next time,” Alty turned around with a smug grin, “We can play with your little friend hiding in your pocket.”  Alty was pointing right to where John was.

Vera felt his eyes widen as Alty knew about the shrunken John in his pocket.  But since when?  HOW?!

Alty giggled, before his smile grew bigger before he pranced out of the door, waving goodbye, like the happiest person on earth.  Vera was still too shocked at getting busted, but he was almost positive Alty wasn’t going to tell anyone.

John on the other hand was way more worried.  Something in Alty’s tone when he said “play” that didn’t settle well with him.  It sounded like it wouldn’t be fun for everyone, especially for himself.  The only thing that comforted John, was that he would be long gone before that day even got close...

Today was the day.

Jon made it this far and he only had a little longer till his deal with Vera was up.  Then he would get back to his freaking normal life. No more Vera, no more tiny him, and especially no more Vera! Jon mentally sighed at the thought of life before Vera. It nearly felt like a lifetime ago. He barely even recalled what it was like being taller than Vera’s boyish elf leg. What it was like not to be stepped on by accident…

Just the other day Vera just happened to step on Jon when he was walking around the apartment. It didn’t help Vera just got out of the shower too, his feet were still damp with some water. This only helped glue Jon to Vera’s foot for a few more steps before Vera finally noticed something under him. If Jon didn’t know the elf was such a clutz, he would think it was all on purpose. It seemed like every day there was an accident or something that ended up with Jon in a very undesirable place.  He hated being in those situations, well perhaps if it were a girl, human or elf it would be a different story.

Jon rolled his eyes as he thought of his week with Vera. Oh if only Vera had been a smoking hot chick. Jon grinned at the fantasy of a tall blond elf girl packing it in some tight shorts.   Slowly stepping on him, or rubbing her body all over him-

Vera’s voice cut through Jon’s daydreaming as he heard his name being called out from Vera’s bedroom, “JOOOON! I need your help for a second!” Jon slowly opened his eyes as his fantasy was slowly shredded by Vera’s voice calling out to him. The imaginary blonde elf woman fizzled away and soon Vera’s smiling face replaced it along with his boyish body and sockless feet. It was enough for Jon to shake his head to get that image out of his mind. Damn that brat for even ruining that. Jon took a moment to calm down before heading toward Vera’s room.

“Just one more day…” Jon muttered as he made his way toward Vera’s bedroom. It didn’t take too long at his current size, a mere six inches for the moment. Vera always seemed to be shifting him from one size to another, usually whenever it was convenient for the boy. Still, six inches was better than some other sizes he had been recently changed to. Trying not to snap as he slowly came toward the doorway, “What-”

Jon’s words were cut off as he walked in on a sight he didn’t want to see. Vera’s ass was sticking right out from under the bed, only cladded in dark underwear. The sight wasn’t something he wanted to even glance at, as Vera slowly shook his butt, wiggling around swaying as he grunted while trying to reach something under his bed. “I… can’t… reach…”

“Ugh, Vera clothes?! Come on man…” Jon grumbled as he tried to shield his eyes from the black-clothed booty swaying around.

“Huh,” Vera called out from under the bed. “OH JON! Great, I need you to grab something for me,” Vera explained, still stuck under the bed.

“Pants. You need to put some pants on or something, jeez,” Jon complained, still trying to use his hands to block the sight.

“Well, I was,” Vera protested, still under the bed. He let out a grunt, or maybe it was a moan, as he tried to reach further under the bed. Jon didn’t understand why he didn’t just lay down and crawl under but whatever the reason Vera seemed to be intent on trying to reach further without lowering his hips. Jon couldn’t help but consider how much better this would have been if that blonde elf woman he thought of was doing all that hip-shaking and moaning under the bed beside Vera.  Oh, how unfair life was…

Vera went on grunting and explaining, “I was… trying… to put … my nail polish on. I dropped it… and-”

Jon rolled his eyes as he cut him off, “You can’t reach it so you thought about someone smaller helping out,” Jon asked begrudging the thought that crossed the boy’s mind.

“EXACTLY!” Vera cheered as he pulled his head out from under the bed. “We’re starting to think alike,” Vera gleefully exclaimed sitting on his legs smiling at Jon. Jon didn’t mention how many times Vera had used him like this for a small task or whatever he called to help him out with. It was so common now that Jon didn’t know what else to expect.

Keeping any negative feelings and emotions from showing, Jon slowly headed toward the underside of the bed. Just as Jon reached the bedding, he noticed he would have to crouch or at least duck to get under there. Not a problem-

“Oh,” Vera quickly chimed out loud, stopping Jon. “Let me help with that.”

Jon quickly looked at Vera and shook his head knowing exactly what he was gonna do.  “No no I’m fine-”

The boy was already casting his magic, as blue sparks flew out of Vera’s hand and hit Jon. Before Jon could protest Jon felt himself shrinking fractions of his size. Now he was smaller than before. Jon groaned as he tried to measure himself with his current height. It looked like Vera shrunk him to at least two or three inches. Easily letting him walk under the bed. However, Jon preferred he didn’t have to get smaller to fetch a freaking bottle of nail polish.

Vera beamed Jon with a proud smile like he just did him a favor, “There you go.”

“Great… thanks,” Jon said, almost unable to hold back the bitter anger in his voice. The goofy and almost arrogant-looking smirk on Vera’s face just rubbed Jon the wrong way. If Jon didn’t know better he would have guessed that Vera did that on purpose just to piss him off. However, knowing Vera for almost a week told Jon another story. As if to prove how innocent the young-looking elf was, he just brightened his grin and slowly lifted the bed skirt for Jon. “Look, just put some proper clothes on before I get back,” Jon said, doing his best not to look at the even larger underwear-covered Elf sitting near him.

“Okay,” Vera nodded.

Jon didn’t wait much longer as he headed under the bed. The light nearly vanished when Vera dropped the material, leaving Jon in the dark. The sounds of Vera getting up and walking around could still be felt under the bed. Jon did his best to walk forward but the thumping of Vera’s feet while looking for clothes caused Jon to stumble a little. Jon muttered as he tried to steady himself, “God damn it, Vera.”

After a few more tremors and shaking it stopped, either Vera slowed down his walking or Jon got used to the vibrations through the ground. Heading forward, again, Jon put his hands out in front of himself looking for the bottle of nail polish. It wasn’t till he couldn’t see a damn thing that something crossed his mind.  A creepy thought that sent a shiver down his spine.  “I swear to God, Vera, if I run into something that I DO NOT want to know about… I’m gonna kill you.” Objects hidden under a thousand-year-old elf bed started to come to Jon’s mind making him shudder again. Things that would make Jon scream and run out from under the bed, or just run into a bug in general. However, the latter seemed less likely with how clean Vera kept his room.

Jon continued to traverse the underbelly of Vera’s bed, Jon didn’t bump into anything cursed like a used pleasure toy. However, he was wondering how long the bed was as he swore he was gonna bump into the wall the bed lined up against. Just as Jon thought he walked a good football field or so, he stumbled into something the size of a car. Letting out a grunt, Jon hit something made of glass as it rolled slightly from his impact. Reaching forward, Jon felt the nail polish bottle and its size. Happy to find the item, Jon called out to Vera, “FOUND IT!”

“Great,” Vera called out, sounding delighted at the news. Soon a small light on the other side of the bed shined in and Jon could see Vera’s hand held out. “Bring it,” the excited elf cooed and beckoned him.

Jon paused. Maybe it was his imagination, but it almost sounded like Vera was calling him back, like he was some kind of pet, like a dog that was asked to fetch something and return it to his owner. Shaking off the thought of Vera treating him like that, Jon chalked it up to his imagination or irritation from the whole week. Dragging the bottle of nail polish behind him, Jon found it harder to transport it than he thought. It was ridiculously heavier than he expected. Already he was feeling exhausted tugging the stupid container behind him.

“What’s going on Jon,” Vera called out confusedly, as he waved his hand under the bed for him.

Jon huffed, “Just give me a second. Not exactly as light as I thought it was gonna be.” Jon continued to catch his breath as he leaned on the nail polish bottle. Suddenly it rolled backward slightly from Jon’s weight, leaning in on it. Startled at first, Jon nearly yelped at the lack of resistance he was expecting. After a few moments, Jon grinned. Okay, that could work. Getting up behind the barrel-like-sized bottle of nail polish, Jon gave it a shove and was delighted with the results. It was rolling ahead of him. Chuckling at the fact that he could shove it instead of dragging it, Jon continued to roll the little oval container across the floor.

Stepping into the light, Jon let the nail polish roll out from under the bed and toward Vera. He was sitting there waiting for Jon. The moment the black paint bottle rolled toward Vera he let out a delighted squeak. “You did it!”

Jon huffed a little to catch his breath looking up at the elf boy who thankfully put on more clothes than the last time Jon saw him. “Yeah, yeah. Should I even ask how it got thrown under the bed?”

Vera looked ashamed at the question, “I was gonna paint my nails, but I tripped and it fell from my hands.  Then I couldn’t reach that far under my bed.”

“Well now you have your nail polish back,” Jon told Vera finally getting his breath back from the more than decent exercise of pushing the large black nail polish from out under the bed. “Now if you can just grow me back?”

Vera picked up the bottle and gave it a quick shake and nodded, “Oh yeah sure. Do you really not like being that tiny?” Vera asked, almost sounding confused at the very question. “I think you look cute.”

Cute? Did Jon just hear that right? “CUTE?!”

Vera nodded, smiling like he just gave Jon the complement of the century. Jon had to take a deep breath before speaking. He almost lost it at being called freaking cute. He didn’t want to look fucking cute he wanted to be fucking normal…

“Well…” Jon said slowly, “I don’t like it so.” Jon gave Vera a look, “Can you turn me back-”

“OH, I KNOW WHAT WOULD BE GREAT!” Vera blurted out, cutting Jon off. Something that got on Jon’s nerves more often than one would guess. Vera was giggling like he just discovered a cheat code to his favorite video game. “This is gonna be great,” Vera smugly smiled as he popped the cap off the nail polish. Before Jon could say anything, Vera’s free hand came slapping down dangerously close to Jon. Jon felt the ground shudder from the impact of Vera’s giant small palm hitting the floor. Each finger was about the same size as he was as Vera splayed them out in front of Jon. “Why don’t you do it?”

Jon was caught off guard at the question. “Do what?”

Vera drummed his fingers on the ground sending a nice thump through the floor, “Paint my nails.”

It was now that Jon saw Vera holding the brush out for him. The thing had to be at least his size or a little smaller. The handle was already being shoved toward Jon as Vera smiled down giggly at Jon. “What? No, I don’t want to, stop it,” Jon said, backing away as Vera kept nudging it toward his chest ignoring Jon’s protest.

“Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“No, it won't.”

“Why not,” Vera asked, sounding a little upset.

“Cause I just don’t freaking want to,” Jon barked back. “I don’t want to paint your damn nails!”

Vera looked saddened at the news. “But, like, you know… it’s the last day and all. I thought we could spend some time talking…”

Jon wasn’t sure if the elf was working magic on him or not, but a part of him felt a little guilty at his outburst. The depressed look on Vera’s face was a little too much, as now Jon felt like he might have been too harsh. As Vera said, it was their last day together… So what's wrong with doing something girly like painting his nails? Jon almost couldn’t believe he was gonna do this, “FINE! Just give me the damn brush,” Jon ordered, grasping the larger plastic head of the nail brush.

Vera's mood brightened drastically at Jon’s compliance, “Here you go!” He seemed so pleased at Jon’s willingness now that he almost bounced up and down on the floor.

Grasping the brush to the nail polish, Jon nearly dropped the heavy thick object. It was like trying to lift a barbell, difficult but not impossible. Grunting and regretting agreeing with Vera’s idea, Jon moved his small body over to the elf’s fingers. Why didn’t he just grow him back to normal size to do this? It would be so much easier. However, Vera didn’t seem to notice Jon’s struggles as he sat there observing him.

“Maybe… You could… grow me…” Jon grunted trying not to drop the freaking long brush. He wasn’t sure if Vera would get upset or mad at the paint hitting the floor, but Jon wasn’t sure if he wanted to find out.

“Sure sure, after you get my hands,” Vera said as he slid his hand closer to Jon. “Start with the thumb,” Vera told Jon.

“Why… not,” Jon muttered under his straining voice as he struggled to keep the brush steady. It was more effort to try and apply a layer of paint but as he pushed the brush down and dragged it, Jon found it a little easier than he thought. Once Jon had a good solid coat on Vera’s thumb, he started to head toward the index finger.

“That looks great, now the next finger,” Vera ordered happily.

Part of Jon figured Vera just liked bossing him around. That or Vera was just too simple to actually think that Jon couldn’t figure things out for himself. Rolling his eyes at the child-like elf watching him work, Jon did his best to stay calm and steady with the next finger.

Vera was so happy to see his little friend helping paint his finger. It almost was heartbreaking to think that this was their last day together. “You know… It was nice having a friend with me,” Vera said, enjoying the sound of that word. Friend. “It’s been too long… I don’t know if I said this, but in my other life, well it wasn’t as fun or enjoyable as it is now.” Vera sighed as he recalled how upsetting it was in the other world. Everything was so much different and better here, “It’s nice to finally say that I have a friend… well I mean, Alty is my friend, but I meant a human friend that is,” Vera giggled at the correction. Glancing down he noticed there was a spot that Jon missed. “Oh, you missed a spot,” Vera added, pointing at the little area missed.

Jon, who was doing his best not to drop the brush, watched Vera point out his mistake, something that rubbed him the wrong way as he babbled about his feelings or whatever. Jon wasn’t paying attention, he just wanted to get done. So when the large finger and Vera’s voice pointing out his mistake made Jon a little more upset than it should have. Muttering to himself, Jon went back and repainted the missed spot. “Why don’t you do it yourself,” Jon growled, covering the finger nail and heading back to the previous one he was working on.

Vera smiled at the better-looking nail and continued. “I’m gonna miss this. You and me, together. Just two friends hanging out… right, that’s the correct term? To be hanging out?” Vera laughed, “That’s just funny to say, cause we’re not really hanging from anything.”

Jon’s tolerance had to be improving from the week with Vera because he swore that, if he was living this exact moment at the start of the week, things would have totally been different. Jon was sure he would have tossed the nail brush to the ground and told Vera to shut up and let him do this quietly. However, he reframed … but just barely. There was only so much he could take from the boyish elf. Especially this stupid banter he was doing.

Vera watched Jon finish his right hand. Picking the brush out of his little grasp, Vera dipped it and gave it back to Jon. Soon Vera presented his other hand. “You must have had some kind of fun this week right? I know it had to be weird,” Vera chuckled, “Learning about magic and elves and everything else like this… I know, cause you looked so confused when I first shrank you… it was so adorably cute!”

Jon paused as he heard those words. There was no fucking way that you could call him being shrunken by this childish boy, effectively kidnapped and held against his will.  Constantly to have his size changed against his will to do whatever Vera wanted, as FUN! Worst of all is to call his confusion, Jon’s genuine fear at some twisted size changing magic, as cute.

Just stomach through it.

“I guess,” Jon said, sounding lifeless at his response. Just wanting to get this over with, Jon sped up his brushing. He only had a few more nails left. Once they were done, he was gonna get the heck out of here. Probably find a nice corner in the apartment to hide from Vera till this whole fiasco was over with.

Vera let out a sigh of relief, “Oh good… I was worried I was the only one having fun this week.”

“…” Should Jon correct him?

No… No, just shut up. The last thing he needed was to give Vera a reason to make him stick around longer to prove “That they could have fun…” or some stupid shit. It would be a very Vera thing for him to do. Instead, Jon kept his mouth shut as he moved onto the pinkie fingers and the last one. Jon grunted as he splashed paint on the finger and rubbed it over in a nice even coat. Sighing, Jon shouted, “DONE!”

Vera pulled his hand back and glanced at his fingers. Gently he blew over them, which blew back into Jon’s face. The minty smell of Vera’s freshly brushed teeth mixed with the strong scent of paint hit Jon, causing him to stumble at the mix of smells. Not something he wanted to experience. However, when Vera pulled his hands back and gave them a few flicks to help them dry, Jon knew he was finally done. Sighing, he let Vera take the brush from him and pull it away. Jon closed his eyes and let out an exhausted sigh as he recovered from-

A sudden jab of something into Jon’s chest caused him to flinch and instinctually grab the object. Opening his eyes he saw the paint brush back in his hands. Confusion hit Jon till he saw Vera push out his right foot and wiggled his little piggies in front of Jon.

“What’s this,” Jon shouted angrily.

“Hmm?” Vera asked, looking and blowing on his nails before turning back to Jon.  “My toe nails, of course, silly.” Vera replied, laughing at his response to Jon’s question.

“no no no, you said your fingernails!'' Jon snapped.

Vera looked confused… “I can’t paint my toenails,” Vera explained as he shook his hands, “My fingers are drying.”

Jon gaped at Vera who continued to blow on his nails to try them. “YOU TRICKED ME!” Jon shouted enraged.

“Tricked you,” Vera paused mid-blow. Vera had a soft frown forming on his face with confusion, “I didn’t trick you. I asked you to paint my nails.”

Jon wasn’t sure if that was the correct wording or not, but this wasn’t what he wanted to do. Ten nails was plenty, doing all twenty was too much. However, the foot pushing forward slowly begged to differ at Jon’s wants. It seemed he would have to do Vera’s toes too. Did Jon fight Vera on this?

Through gritted teeth Jon hissed, “LAST DAY...LAST FUCKING DAY!” With a rage in him, Jon found the strength to go on as he started the task of rubbing black paint on Vera’s toenails. Meanwhile the elf boy was flicking and blowing on his hands till he felt they were dry enough.

“I kind of feel bad,” Vera said out of the blue as Jon did his best to ignore the annoying mocha bean color giant. “I feel like I’ve hardly gotten to know you since we met,” Vera spoke, sounding a little saddened at the realization.

“Shocker…” Jon muttered at the obvious truth he spoke.

“So…?” Vera asked, seeming content on listening to Jon’s words, “Tell me something about you.”

Jon paused as he looked up at that innocent face perched on his knees, gleaming down at him as he sweated and struggled to get these big ass digits of his painted. Taking a break, Jon took a few deep breaths. Not just to clear his emotions he wanted to throw at the giant but to also get his thoughts together.

“Nothing to say,” Jon said.

Vera gave a pout, “Nothing? That can’t be true. There has to be something you can tell me…”

“No.. no there’s not.” Jon corrected him. “I don’t have much family, I mostly work. I don’t have anyone back at my place, friends are slim pickings. Haven’t seen them in probably a year. Boss is a jerk.” Jon didn’t know why he was spouting out all this nonsense to Vera. As bad as it sounded, it was a life that Jon wanted to get back to. “Anyway, like I said nothing.”

“Really,” Vera said, sounding sad. “What about a girlfriend?”

Jon scoffed, “Please… I don’t have the time.” He didn’t mention the social skills either but that wasn’t something he was sharing with Vera. “There isn’t anyone I like right now.”

Vera was silent as Jon went back to work. Vera seemed to smile over his knees as he spoke, “I like you.”

“Thanks,” Jon replied as he scrubbed another layer of black on Vera’s toe before moving on to the next one.

Vera couldn’t help but feel so overjoyed that he met Jon. Jon was such a nice person, always helping him. Vera didn’t know a lot of people, especially humans here, but Jon seemed like one of the nicest so far. It felt kind of bad that they would be parting soon. However, Vera felt that they grew so close to each other that Jon and himself would end up “hanging out” more. Yet, part of Vera worried that might not be the case.

“Finished,” Jon grunted as he nearly toppled over after holding that damn nail polish brush for so long. It had been a while since he went to the gym, but this felt like a full-body workout. His arms were weak and his legs were wobbly. It was almost too much for Jon to stay standing with the brush. After the announcement of completing his job, Vera peered down and let out a delighted sound as he drummed his newly painted toes on the floor. The rapid flexing of toes tapping near Jon made him take a few steps back. The last thing he wanted was to get caught up under them again. He had his week's worth of foot time and preferred to not get put under them again.

Vera cheered, “Wow… they look perfect,” Vera praised Jon. “I should have you do this more often.”

Jon bit back his comment of today being his last day. He was so close to being free and gone that he didn’t need to say or do something he might regret. Instead, he ignored the giddy boy elf mesmerized at the fresh coat of nail polish. “So can you at least make me bigger than this,” Jon asked, showing off his size once again to Vera.

Vera looked away toward Jon before giving him a happy smile, “But you look so cute when you're tiny like that.” The smirk on his face and again using the word cute were not the things Jon wanted from the elf.

“Vera…” Jon said in a calm but warning tone, “I don’t like being, CUTE. I want to be able to walk out of the room without having it take the rest of the day to do so.”

“Well, I could carry you-” Vera started only for Jon to get a little more upset.

“Vera…” Jon said more sternly.

Vera huffed, “Fine… I was just saying I could help that’s all…” Vera gave a soft pout.

“Yeah, by growing me back to a decent size,” Jon crossed his arms and gave a serious look to the upset elf boy.

“Fine,” Vera repeated. Not as happy as he was a few moments ago. Jon watched as Vera reached out. “I just wanted you to know that I think it's adorable when you’re this size.” Jon watched Vera explain his reason as his large hand came closer to Jon. The familiar blue light sprinkled down on him and grew him back to a decent six inches. Jon was now large enough to not have to worry about running a marathon just to get across the apartment.

“Finally,” Jon exhaled as he liked his current size much more than the last one. “I’m gonna watch some TV,” Jon exclaimed, leaving Vera to sit alone in his room and let his nails dry. Making it back to the couch, it would only be a few more hours before the day was “over” and Vera would turn him back to normal. Vera had to have him back to normal before five, that was when he would need to head back to drop off the tax forms at the office. Then he would be free of Vera for good.

“Sooooo,” Jon said, looking at the clock as it was getting to that time. “It’s almost five.”

Vera was sitting on the couch with a fluffy brown blanket wrapped around him, making him look like a chocolate candy ball. The layer of brown warmth was just a few shades off of his own skin almost camouflaging him in the ball of fluff. They hadn’t said much and Vera seemed to be mulling over something for the rest of the day. Which was fine with Jon. It seemed the less Vera was talking or doing stuff with him the better off he was. The boy had some special way of always finding a way to annoy or rub Jon the wrong way. Or maybe it was just his tolerance being spent. A week of Vera was way too much for him. Jon had his fill of Vera for at least a good month, maybe even the year.

As Jon called out, Vera seemed lost in thought looking at a TV commercial for some silly fantasy show coming soon. Jon tried again, “Hey… hello? Vera?” Jon called out on the other side of the couch toward the dazed elf. Getting closer Jon shouted louder, “VERA!”

Vera’s ear twitched and flicked for a second before he shook his head, “Huh? Oh, sorry… what was that?”

Jon was a little worried for the young teen looking elf, but Jon had his fill of helping. He just wanted to go home and sleep alone and free. “I was saying it’s getting kind of close to that time… you know… when I have to go…” Jon let those words hang around before adding, “Back home… normal sized.” Jon added each part to emphasize his point.

“Oh, yeah, right,” Vera slowly nodded as if he completely forgot. Something that added another jab at Jon’s anger. Jon had to mentally tell himself to stay calm. Vera slowly opened his mouth, but kept looking at the flashing screen on the television. “I was thinking…”

Jon didn’t like that.

“Maybe,” Vera slowly added. “Maybe… you could stay for a little longer?”

Jon felt his mouth drop, “Hu-”

Vera quickly added, “You know, like the weekend. Or like another week would be fine too!”

Jon felt his mouth drop lower, “Uh, no… yeah no. No, no, I can’t. I got work. Remember? I have to go back, file these papers,” Jon stabbed his hand toward the paperwork set off to the side. “I need-”

“I COULD MAIL THEM!” Vera blurted out. “I.. I could send them in. For you, you know!”

Jon hated the fact that this was true. As long as the papers got to the office, but this was his trump card of getting the heck out of here, “Vera… We had a deal, remember.” Vera turned to Jon. There was worry on his face. Jon had to play on this. “I thought we were friends? Are we not friends? I thought we could trust each other. You’re making me think I can’t trust you…”

“YOU CAN TRUST ME!” Vera blurted out leaning in toward Jon. The towering fuzzy brown pudding on the couch dipped closer, showing off how much larger Vera was than Jon.

“It doesn’t sound like it,” Jon added, not trying to show how intimidated he was by the size of Vera. For someone so small compared to many normal people, Jon always forgot how much bigger he was compared to him.

Vera looked a little hurt but went on, “I was just saying… like earlier you were saying you were having fun with me, right? It doesn't have to end. We can still have fun and-”

Jon cut him off, “I have work. I have a life. I have obligations and commitments to uphold. Something you are supposed to have too. A commitment to turn me back to normal at the end of the week. Vera, I had fun, I really did.” That was mostly a lie. “But sometimes the fun has to end. So, again, I’ll ask you. Are you my friend, or not?”

Vera looked suddenly saddened at the news. He looked so sad that Jon noticed his ears dip a little with his lips. Vera was quiet for a while and slowly he nodded. Jon sighed and felt the weight of the moment come off him as Vera slowly extended his arm from one of the folds in the blanket. The blue light sparkles left his hand and flew toward Jon.

For all the time that Jon was with Vera, he never felt his size come back like this. Soon in a few seconds, he went from standing on an enormous couch cushion to having his butt take up the entire seat. Never before had he been so glad to be back to his original size. In fact, the whole apartment, that once seemed so large to him, just seemed so tiny now. Even the gigantic TV was no longer huge, it was about average size. Heck, Jon swore his own was a little larger.

“Thank you Vera,” Jon said. He almost wanted to hug the boy, almost. However, Jon kept from being too happy at going back to normal. He didn’t want to insult Vera or upset him by acting too happy being free. Jon slowly got up off the couch, refraining from bolting out the front door. No, he needed to stay calm and controlled. “I should head home-”

“You don’t want to finish the show,” Vera asked, sounding a little gloomy at the news of Jon leaving.

No, he really didn’t. However Jon slowly shook his head, “Sorry… Like I said it’s almost five, and the office closes soon. I figured the sooner I drop these off,” Jon held the file and tax forms up, “The sooner we’ll both feel relieved. The faster this is processed the sooner the IRS will be off your back.”

“… I guess so,” Vera muttered into the blanket he pulled tighter toward his lips.

Jon froze for a moment. Was he feeling sorry for Vera? He looked lonely sitting there on the couch by himself watching possibly a rerun of some show. However, memories of what Vera put him through… his butt sitting on his face. His freaking feet, sweaty and sticky, pushing him into his shoe padding. Shoved into his pocket, almost touching his-

Oh yeah, Jon’s sympathy left once this week's horrors came back to remind him why he was leaving in the first place. “I’ll see you later, Vera.” Jon announced as he turned and walked toward the door.

Freedom.

The door.

So close.

So… so big? Wait…?

Jon watched as each moment the door grew and grew and grew. Soon the doorknob was laughably high above him. Still, he watched the size of the door grow. Jon looked around starting to panic as he watched not the door, but the whole room increase in size. Soon the door was beyond a mountain in size.

Jon was too shocked and confused to put things together, that was till he heard the thunderous thumping of hurried footsteps approaching. Jon spun around about to berate and scream at Vera. However, it was the size of him that made Jon’s voice vanish. Never before had Jon seen Vera so large. The boy was a god as he quickly walked briskly toward Jon. Vera was only a few steps away, but at his size Jon was bouncing off the ground from each earth-shattering step. When Vera stopped standing above him, Jon had to gaze upon a moon-sized face as Vera crouched down.

Jon was possibly an ant to Vera, or maybe a bread crumb.

Vera’s saddened face blocked out the ceiling light as he crouched lower, his knees spreading apart so he could dip lower toward Jon, his pajama pants creating an enormous V in the sky. Vera's face looked to be in a painful expression, “… we were having fun… And I don’t want it to end! I’m… I’m sorry!” Vera blurted out. “But… Maybe you’ll forgive me someday? I promise you’ll never worry about working or not having friends or paying rent. You can just stay with me!”

Finally, Jon’s words came back, “VERA WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SAYING! TURN ME BACK NOW!”

Vera didn’t even flinch when Jon cussed. In fact, he didn’t even blink. It was like he didn’t even hear him.

“Besides,” Vera went on, “Alty knows some people,” Vera looked excited as he nodded at the thought, “I’m sure he can pull some ropes,” Vera paused his train of thought as he put a finger to the bottom of his lip and frowned over something, “Or is it strings…” he muttered before shrugging and going on, “He could help clear my tax stuff if he has to!”

Jon was jumping up and down now, “OR LET ME DO MY DAMN JOB! TURN ME BACK TO NORMAL FUCKING COME ON YOU PROMISED!”

Again not so much as a reaction from Vera. “It can just be me,” Vera said as his fingers started to dip close to Jon. Those enormous house-sized fingertips came speeding toward him. Jon’s words died as he noticed the newly painted nails easily ten or twenty times his size dip down toward him. The lines in Vera’s fingerprints were easily visible as the elf started to pinch at Jon. “And you,” Vera spoke joyfully as he gently but firmly pinched Jon by the shirt and started to pull him off the ground.

“OH MY GOD! VERA OH GOD,” Jon started to freak out seeing just how punny he was to the enormous floor below and the elf boy’s face as he was brought closer. Vera’s soft breath filled Jon’s air as Vera held him close, or to Jon, too close. The hint of chocolate and potato chips hit Jon’s nose as Vera smiled. His lips tugged a big grin over his face. His usual soft voice, much louder now that Jon was close to him, giggled. The rumbling was heavy in the air.

“For as long as we want,” Vera spoke excitedly with immense joy.

Jon shook his head. Fuck that. “VERA LET ME GO! I WANT TO GO HOME!”

“I was worried,” Vera sighed. The gust of air blowing at Jon threatened to rip him away from Vera’s grip. Tugging on him from the soft but violent puff of air. “That I wouldn’t do it. That you’ll be mad at me.” Vera’s words were causing Jon’s ears to ring from how close he was to the enormous mouth. “But,” Vera’s tone went up as he smiled again at Jon. “In a little while, you’ll see that we can have even more fun than before. And you’ll be thanking me, I promise. Just you wait!”

Jon wasn’t ready for Vera’s next attack. His mouth surged forward.

Jon was freaking out as the open mouth lurched forward to swallow him whole, “WHAT THE FU-”

The enormous lips of Vera pressed deeply into Jon as he got a taste of the boys’ lips smothering into him as Vera gave him a quick kiss. The sound of the smooch shook Jon as a fresh wave of elf saliva splattered over him with the attack. Jon let out a disgusted sound as he could taste the aftermath of Vera’s “meal” or what he called a meal. The junky snack food and sweet cola he had made it feel, smell, and taste like being doused in some sticky syrup.  Vera’s mouth slowly pulled back and a disgusted Jon watched strands of spit bridge the small gap between him and the boy’s mouth.  The dripping beads of goo slowly broke as Vera pulled back, leaving Jon in a gooey state of shock.  Vera giggled and grinned like a child getting a new toy for his birthday.  Suddenly Vera sprung up.

Jon swore he felt his brain dislodge from his skull and fall down to his shoes where it became a puddle. The gravity of Vera jumping up caused so much force on Jon that he blacked out for a moment. It wasn’t till he felt a jerking sensation and a soft creak from the couch that he was coming to.

“Oh this is the best part,” Vera boomed as he flopped backward on the couch. His shirt flopping upward slightly revealing his looming flat smooth belly. “You’ll be safe right here,” Vera whispered as he slowly lowered Jon onto his exposed belly. Jon was still sticky from the Vera spit, and when the fingers touched the brown skin to let go, Jon felt himself faceplant into the warm supple skin.

“Vera,” Jon groaned, still recovering from his blackout.

It wasn’t till Vera removed his hands from his belly that Jon felt truly alone on the goliath of a being. It was even more horrifying when Vera inhaled slowly that Jon felt his world blossom as he was shoved down into the layer of flesh. Then Vera exhaled, dropping his belly.  The exhale of breath yanked Jon downward. Jon was catching his breath when it happened again. It was like being on one of those amusement rides where they launch you straight up into the sky and drop you back down. Only Jon’s safety restraints happen to be a sticky layer of spit and sugary sweets trying to keep him from being flung off Vera’s belly.

Jon was still recovering from everything that had happened in the past minute that he thought he was dreaming. However the rumbling sound of this childish bastard filled Jon’s world as the fleshy skin reverberated from the laughter he was doing at the TV show.

Jon did the only thing he could do as he lay stuck there. He screamed out with all his hate and venom he had for his tormentor.

“VVVVVEEEEEEERRRRRRRAAAAAAAAA!”