Chapter 2: Enter stage left – the Mouse

Jordan breath was ragged and he felt his whole body tremble, but the fourteen year old Afro-American couldn’t help it. He was home alone and had access to a personal computer. And ever since the last few weeks, he had stumbled upon sites he had never even suspected existed and now occupied a lot more of his time than he would have liked. But it was a well he always ended returning, in spite of himself.

On his screen, he saw a compilation of pretty feet. They were long, but not too long, wide but not too wide. The toes had well-kept nails and were often painted in bright color. He gasped when he saw one of those appendage sitting on a face. A Minor’s face, considering their respective size. I wonder if Kat would do that to me? He was startled when he realized what he just had thought about. It wasn’t the first time when such ideas had crept in his mind.

It was profoundly disturbing to him to think of Kat that way. Not that she wasn’t pretty – in fact, she was the prettiest girl he had ever seen. But she was older than him, and her personality was extremely possessive. Sometimes, he even wondered if it was healthy. She was always with him when she wasn’t at school or with friend, and while she had hinted at wanting something more of him ever since he had started to feel really attracted to her, he wasn’t sure that it was what he wanted. Then, his phone buzzed, tearing him away from his screen.

“I… what?” he mumbled looking at the short message.

You’re mine now, Mouse. The nickname she loved to use to call him, requiring that he calls her Kat. He shivered, and he couldn’t quite say if it was out of fear or… or arousal. He was able to picture her, her toned ass, those long, long legs and those feet… They were the reason why he had a foot fetish and he couldn’t really blame her in good faith. She used to shove her feet near his face all the time since he was a baby. And since they lived in a condo owned by her mother, Kat used to come here a lot – that their mothers were best friends, in spite of their differences, helped, of course.

I’m my own person, weakly messaged back the Minor, hoping that Kat would drop it a little. He knew it wouldn’t be the case, and just as he dropped his phone back, it went crazy with near constant buzz as she probably sent a hundred or so messages. He wouldn’t read them now. He didn’t want to give in, he wanted to… He didn’t know what he wanted. But he needed to figure it out, and it meant waiting for a better future. Hopefully, she wouldn’t rush to his home. She had had spare keys since she started High School, after all.

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“Mouse!” roared Kat, startling him even as she probably just stood in the entrance of the apartment.

Jordan jerked to his feet and looked around, searching a place to hide. But even as he stood here, his bedroom’s door opened violently and there she was. She had a sheen of sweat on her skin, but she didn’t seem otherwise bothered by what had probably been a long run from school. While she had a car, she rarely used it when she could run around and flaunt her body. But right now, more than her legs, her feet, or even her glorious ass, he looked at the twin emeralds glaring at him.

“Mouse…” she repeated, on a calmer, gentler tone. “You didn’t answer my messages…”

“I… I was busy” started Jordan, his eyes rolling in his head as he took a step back, his mind overpowered by her sheer presence, even as she didn’t try to bond him.

“Were you now?” purred the MAJOR, walking slowly toward him. “You weren’t doing some dangerous things, like exercising, right?”

“I… I can…”

“Not you can’t” sternly interrupted Kat, kneeling before him and even then towering over his measly 1m56 (5’1). “You know it’s dangerous for you. I have forbidden you to do that.”

“You… you aren’t my mother…” mumbled Jordan, looking away before his face was turned by one of Kat’s finger.

“But you are MY Mouse” growled Kat. “And you clearly need to be reminded of some simple rules.”

“Kat…” pleaded the Minor, tears welling in his brown eyes – he didn’t want to be punished.

Almost everyone he knew, even his mother, praised Kendalynn as the perfect student, kind, compassionate, never flaunting her wealth and strength, always uplifting others. And from time to time, he himself was lucky enough to see that part of her. But most of the time, when they were alone, she was fundamentally different. She played with him, callously at time. Two years ago, she had trapped him into a closet and let him here because he had dared to yell at her. And had only come to release it when he had started to have difficulty breathing.

“Mouse…” replied the MAJOR, rolling her eyes. “You know I don’t like it when you try to do something I told you not to do. And I don’t like it when you speak back to me. So I need to punish you, because otherwise, you’ll start to do a lot of mistakes next week.”

“I… next week? What are you…” tried Jordan, his voice becoming even higher than usual.

“Oh… Mouse… My pretty… Little… Mouse…” sighed the red-haired giantess, smiling down at him. “Your Mom told me you would start class in my school starting next week.”

“And you… you… you’re okay with that?” stuttered the Minor, who couldn’t believe it.

“Of course not!” laughed Kat. “But we both know that your mom won’t change her stance on that. She wants you college educated… What idiocy. You don’t need that; you just need to… find the perfect woman for you. Don’t you agree?” she asked, her voice suddenly harsh.

“I… I want to be independent!” said the Minor, feeling his lips shake as he felt pressured by the natural superiority that Kendalynn wore like a dress at all time. “I want to be a teacher!”

“Don’t raise your voice!” growled Kat, her eyes hardening and her right hand grabbing his whole face, her long fingers coiling around his skull and pressing a little, making him cry out in pain.

“It’s hurts!” he whined, and immediately he was released.

“I’m sorry! Oh, Jordan! I’m so sorry!” said Kat, engulfing him in a warm embrace. “I… You know I can be a little brusque with you. Oh, my poor, poor little Mouse. Your Kat keeps forgetting how frail and tiny and easily hurt you are. But you’ve been a bad boy today, a very bad boy. Don’t you want to make me calmer? Wouldn’t it be better for both of us?”

“But… I want to…” cried Jordan, letting his face be brought to the mounds of her breasts.

“I know, I know… But we need to be realistic, my little Mouse. High School is a dangerous place for someone as frail and innocent as you. Wouldn’t it be better that you stuck with me? I would protect you and you’d never be wanting of anything.”

“No, I want to go to school” sniffed the Minor, looking up at the larger face of his friend. “It’s not because I’m a Minor that I can’t do that. There is Minor teachers now! Even… even Minors engineers and…” he continued, until he felt his breath stuck in his throat.

He brought his hands to his neck and rasped loudly as he tried to bring more air to his lungs, without succeeding. Panic overcame him and he flailed wildly. He needed his inhalator. It’s so unfair! Why can’t I have been born with at least a normal Minor body? Tears started to run on his cheeks. Contrary to the rest of his kind, he was born frail and his body never managed to add fat to his thin and sickly frame.

“Breath” ordered Kat, her voice soft and caring as she introduced something in his mouth; he recognized the taste of ventolin.

He stopped his struggle and let the MAJOR provide him with his medicine. After a few seconds, even as the taste still lingered in his mouth, he was able to breathe easier. He closed his eyes and let himself rest on those strong arms. He didn’t want to talk or think right about now, he just wanted to do nothing and feel safe. But he knew it wouldn’t last. Not when Kat wanted something, and she always did, no matter what other people may think. As expected, he felt her nudging him, forcing him to open his eyes and look into her green ones.

“What?” he grumpily asked, pouting and looking away as best he could.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay Mouse” whispered Kendalynn, letting her fingers caress his narrow torso. “You really need to eat more, you only have skin and bones, and barely at that!”

It was a recurring theme of their exchanges. She knew perfectly well that gaining weight was really hard for him, but she kept pushing for it to happen. Somehow, she really supported the classic beauty of a chubby Minor. She championed a lot of old school ideas still, when it came to MAJORS and Minors relationships. Someday, Jordan would really ask her to watch at least on episode of Talk of Ambassadors, which allowed those champions of Minor rights to voice their opinions and explain their life and their choices. But not today.

“I don’t like it when you said it like that… It’s not my fault I’m thin…”

“I never told that you were my Mouse… But I still think you don’t try enough. Come here, I’ll feed you, I’ve brought some muffins baked by a friend’s Mom for us.”

“But…” tried Jordan, struggling a little to try and earning a pinch on his right shoulder. “Oww!”

“Don’t move around so much! You may fall and hurt yourself!” chastised Kendalynn.

“I can walk…” weakly replied the Minor, hoping that he wouldn’t be heard, otherwise she would berate him for a long time and he had other things in mind right now. Two things, really.

From where he was, he had a perfect view of her feet. Her naked feet. He gulped hard when he realized that she had probably ditched shoes and socks when reaching his home. And those feet were even more beautiful than those he watched walking over other peoples, being licked or sniffed at, on pornhub. Her feet seemed more powerful, more alive, than those of those porn actress he spent far too much time watching recently.

“Jordan? Are you listening to me?” asked Kat, sounding a little impatient.

“I’m sorry, what?” tried the Minor, blinking a little.

The giantess sighed and glared at him, squinting angrily. She didn’t like to not be the center of attention. He knew perfectly that when they were together, he was expected to listen to everything she said, no matter how vapid or empty or boring it may have ended being. Younger, he had spent more than an evening sitting on her lap as she talked and talked, playing with his limbs as if he was a living doll. And he had grown used to it, he even used to like those moments, because it meant that she wouldn’t chase him while “playing” hide and seek, for instance.

And she never – ever- used his name when they were alone. Except when she was growing angry with him. When she was happy, he was her Mouse and that was it. But clearly, since the last few weeks, things had started to change and she didn’t like it. He had been a lot less prone to listen to her, after all, since he realized how beautiful and entrancing she was. But he couldn’t really tell her that, and since she was a Tier 1, she couldn’t really read it in his mind, even if he was far from having mastered the techniques of mental defense taught by Alejandro Matthewson, for free for all Minors who wished to learn them.

“I said that you seemed strange recently!” huffed Kat. “You seriously need to reconsider the way you behave, it won’t work at all at school. It’s a dangerous place for you, even if I’ll be here all the time to protect you at all time.”

“But you won’t be there at all time, you’ll have your own classes” blurted Jordan, immediately regretting speaking before thinking when he felt her fingers dug into his flesh and heard her took a hissy breath.

“What are you talking about!? Your mom charged me with your protection, so we’ll be bonded and it means you’ll have to follow my classes!”

“It isn’t necessary for Minors to be bonded to go to school now Kat” explained Jordan, shrinking before her ire. “And my Mother assured me that I would have to bond if I didn’t want to…”

Kendalynn’s face turned almost as fiery as her hair as she glared at him and Jordan started to shake wildly. He felt her nails piercing his skin but he couldn’t manage to push his yelp of pain past his throat. He had never seen Kat so enraged. She suddenly dropped in on something soft, probably the sofa. She then seized the huge table near it and simply flipped it as if it weighed nothing, while letting out a howl of pure rage which petrified him.

“You’re MINE!” she roared, turned toward him and walking closer and closer until, even as he tried to scuttle away into the sofa, she became more a living tower of wrath than a human being. “MINE!”

“I…I…I…” stuttered Jordan, who didn’t know how to react or what to say.

“Why wouldn’t you want to bond with me!?” she asked, still raging, utterly terrifying. “I’m your perfect mate! We both know it! Or do you expect to find someone better than me at school? That’s it? You think you’ll stumble upon something better than your Kat? Ha!”

Jordan was completely lost now. He couldn’t fathom why she would immediately think that he wanted to find someone else because he didn’t want to bond with her at school. What he wanted was to find his place in life, follow his dreams and follow a normal school life, going from freshman to senior and then moving to college. He knew that she would leave High School soon enough anyway. She only had a years and a half left, and while they lived in Boston, she would probably move away to go to a great University, possibly from the Ivy League if what his mom had told her was true. Probably Harvard, but she could try and enter Yale or Brown.

“I do everything for you! Everything! I assure that I’ve great scores, that I’m great in both mind and body, I forge future relations which could help me get even more success down the line! And you would throw it away to be with a… a street rat? Some urchin who managed to enter because of pity more than talent!?”

“What!? No!” he finally managed to yell, stopping the giantess in her track, even leaving her puzzled.

“Then why wouldn’t you bond with me!? I’m one of the best students there is, I’ve family relations and I can make sure you won’t be harassed at school!”

“But you can do that even if I stay in my class and don’t tag along with yours… I mean, it won’t be so hard to make sure nothing bad happens to me, even if we are in different classes. And you’ll go away soon anyway, so wouldn’t it be bad for us if we did what you have in mind?”

Kat seemed to deflate before her eyes, which was something unique to see. She was massive compared to him, even if she was far from some of the muscular colossus he had sometime seen when going shopping with his mom. Still, she seemed to shrink before him until she let herself fall on the floor, her head hanging low, and yet still at eyes level for him as he sat a little more upright. When she finally looked at him, he was surprised to see the ghost of a smile on her lips, and even an amused glint in her eyes.

“Kat?” he asked, a little concerned by this sudden change.

“Mouse, you’re right. I won’t have that much time with you at school. But it doesn’t mean that I can’t make the best of it, isn’t it?”

“Ah… sure?” he replied, completely lost now, but fearing a little what her mind had conjured.

“Of course! You won’t believe how ruthless and dangerous it can all be but it also can be incredibly romantic and endearing, with great friendships and stories to tell. And I think both of us could have a great tale to tell later in life, don’t you agree?”

“Ah… sure, sure!” replied Jordan, who didn’t want to risk angering Kat once more.

“Wonderful! Then, about those muffins…”

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Jordan stuffed himself on those delicious muffins, stuffed with strawberry, blueberry or even delicious salted butter. He had to admit that it was great to eat something so full of sugar, when his mother always made sure he ate perfect amounts of every vitamin, sugar, salt and anything else food was comprised of. But once in a while, when it struck her fancy, Kendalynn came in with such precious food and he devoured it, which always made her laugh. She had started calling him Mouse because of the way he stuffed his cheeks with those, after all.

“Slowly!” laughed the MAJOR, who was truly amused by his behavior. “No one will steal it from you little Mouse! I have had plenty already and I would be a terrible woman to do that anyway.”

“Itch chust cho goooood!” chirped Jordan, which redouble the hilarity of his friend.

“I know right! You could have things like that every day at school, if we were in the same classes you know?” she added, her voice sounding not too interested – but the Minor knew better.

“We could do that even if we don’t share the same periods” countered Jordan, not looking up at Kat’s face, far too enthralled by the way she played with her toes.

She had sprayed her toes on the table she had flipped earlier, brought back to her correct place and standing as if nothing had happened. Thankfully, his Mom didn’t keep anything on the table. She was a MAJOR after all, and Jordan had seen her throw the furniture away more than once after a stressful day. It was something truly frightening for him, to witness even his relatively small and thin mother doing such feat of strength and letting her calm usual demeanor slip to reveal the ferocious giantess simmering below her caring and protective self.

“Of course we could” admitted Kat, sounding a little stiff, but Jordan didn’t want to look at anything but those beautiful feet. “But wouldn’t it be better if I could give you some whenever you want instead of having to wait for lunch?”

“It wouldn’t be good for my health” mumbled the Minor, finally looking up to see Kat gazing at him almost tenderly, even if a glint in her eyes still proved her simmering anger.

“You aren’t that fragile” purred Kat, letting one of her fingers trace the edge of his face, making him shiver in a mix of fear and arousal. “And yet you seem a little afraid of sharing more time with little old me. I thought that we knew each other at that point, but I feel that we should be closer, don’t you agree?”

“I… we are sitting next to each other” replied Jordan, chuckling nervously under her unblinking gaze.

“You’re so silly Mouse…” sighed Kat, before putting her hands around his waist and dropping him on her lap. “There, isn’t it better? You can rest your pretty little head…”

Jordan gasped when he felt his head being pressed into the warm flesh of her chest. It wasn’t what he lusted after when he thought of her, but he was a male teenager, and feeling this firm and yet slightly pliant boobs under his head made him gasp, even as his dick hardened. He yelped and tried to struggle when Kendalynn’s fingers slithered under his pant and played with his erect member, through his boxer. He couldn’t believe what was happening.

“You like what you feel I see” cooed Kat. “That’s good, that’s really good. But I need to remind you” she added, her voice suddenly ice as cold. “You are mine. Mine. I don’t care if you spend some time with sophomore brats or decide to join me, I’m mature enough to accept it. But I won’t let anyone put their grubby hands on you. Are we clear?”

“Yes!” yelped Jordan as her fingers coiled on his penis and squeezed, not hard but noticeably.

“Wonderful… now, come here my little Mouse.”

Jordan’s head was seized by one of the MAJOR’s hand and forcefully turned upward. Then, he felt her lips pressing against his as her fingers forced her mouth open. Her large tongue entered his mouth, sealing most of it and playing with his weak one, who pathetically tried to fight her out, to no avail. He felt her moan in pleasure, more than he heard her and he gasped when his pants were literally torn open by her. All shifted around him and he couldn’t tell where he was, who was on whom. Then, something hot and wet engulfed his shaft and he yelled in her mouth.

“Kat! Stop!” he cried out when she let him breath, retreating her tongue in her mouth. “We can’t…”

“Of course we can, Mouse. I told you. You’re mine and I need to make things clear, apparently. I don’t want you to think that I’m a cold owner, or something like that. I told you, I’m willing to accept that you’ll really be a sophomore instead of bonding me. But I need to make extra-steps to be sure no one snatch you. And it’s one of those steps.”

Before he could answer, she started to ride him. It was both terrifying and exhilarating. He had thought he would be crushed by her far greater weight, but he barely felt it. Instead, it was as if the only parts of them which touched each others were the walls of her vagina and his dick. He whined in pleasure as he felt her muscle constrict around his small shaft. It was incredible that she could do that, and she clearly liked it, because she also moaned as he grunted and put his hands on her hips.

“That’s it Mouse! Cum in me, that you be marked forever! You’re mine, and you’ll give me what I want!” she roared

And came he did, crying louder than ever as his sperm shot out of his dick. He had never believed that he could lose his virginity like that, taken on his own sofa by a teenage girl he had always known. But there was nothing he could do know and he kept buckling under her, trying his best to breathe steadily, which was easier said than done. A sudden crackling sound and a flash of light deafened and blinded him. When he opened his eyes, he saw Kendalynn’s face over his, looking concerned.

“Mouse? Are you okay?”

“I… Yes… what happened?” he asked, his voice sounding weak even to his ears.

“I lifted you to put you on my laps and you… you lost consciousness for a moment…”

Jordan couldn’t believe what he just heard. He looked at his waist to see his pants perfectly fine, his penis perhaps a little harder than normal but not at full mast and, more importantly, perfectly dry. He felt a tinge of shame at what had happened, but also of regret when he realized that he just had a wet dream about Kendalynn taking his virginity. He wondered what, exactly had drove him to that. He felt a little sad about it, not knowing if it was for having lost consciousness or because a part of him wanted to have sex with Kat.

“You’re fine, Mouse?”

Jordan didn’t answer this question, because he had no answer.