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Thunderous applause filled the auditorium as the curtains fell over the row of actors, all beaming delightedly at the reception their beloved audience had given them… all except one. The moment they were hidden from view, Charles trotted briskly off stage, slipping around the corner away from the change rooms and towards the rear exit to the theater.

 

“Charles? Charles darling?” His heart skipped a momentary beat as he turned around to see Gemma standing in the corridor behind him, a look of concern on her face. Ever since he was little, he’d been watching the local legend act on stage. Though most of it was amateur work done in the name of charity, Gemma had always been a marvel of the theater, and her skills had only grown as she got older.

 

Where many of her peers had faded away along with their good looks, Gemma had stood true in the face of her advancing years. Which is not to imply that she wasn’t still quite the looker; despite being in her late forties, the actress still turned heads even when she wasn’t on the stage. Perhaps her most notable feature however, at least in the eyes of Charles, was her immeasurable charm. He never in a thousand years thought that one day he would be performing onstage alongside his childhood idol, but not only had he earned a place beside her before the crowd on more than one occasion, the two of them had become close friends.

 

“H-hi, Gemma.”

 

“Good Heavens Charles, you look absolutely haggard; are you alright? I did notice you were a bit distracted during the ballroom scene.” Gemma trotted briskly over to him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder as she looked him up and down for signs of illness. He couldn’t reply for a moment; most boys his age tended to look at girls within their own age bracket… but not him. The smell of Gemma’s perfume, the gentle curve of her bust just about level with his face, the look of concern in her eyes… the way her lips rose just a little in the center when she looked serious… the immense dignity with which she carried herself.

 

Eventually, he managed to stammer a reply.

 

“It- it’s… it’s nearly my time.”

 

“Oh…” She said sympathetically, gripping him by the shoulder and wrapping her arms around him, holding him against her consolingly as her hand patted his back. “Well that’s a normal part of every boy’s development; why are you worrying about it right now?”

 

Again, he had to focus on reacting to her words, rather than to the inescapable fact that she was pressing his face into her bosom.

 

“Ma doesn’t know. I mean, she never paid much attention to me; my sisters were always the important ones. She thinks my big day isn’t until next month.”

 

“Well when is it?”

 

“Tonight.”

 

“Good lord!” Gemma took a step back, her hands still firmly clasping Charles by the sides, “Tonight you say!? Why on Earth did you come to the theater my dear boy? That was dreadfully reckless; what if you had gone down mid-scene?”

 

He’d thought of that actually. He’d imagined himself dwindling down in front of the cast and crew, before the watching audience… he’d imagined the bright glow of the stage-lights blotted out as Gemma stood over him, engulfing him in the shadow of her success, her talent, her immense superiority… he’d imagined the sweet little smirk on her face as her shoe came down on him, to the deafening applause of the crowd…

 

“Better here than at home.”

 

“Oh my dear Charles, you can’t be serious?”

 

The young actor looked into Gemma’s eyes, a pink tinge on his face. He probably wouldn’t last the night either way; what harm was there in just admitting it?

 

“I… I’m serious Gemma. I’d much rather go through that here, where I’m comfortable and happy, than at home where I’m not.” Gemma clucked empathetically, rubbing Charles gently on the back as his blush deepened.

 

“Well, I suppose it makes sense that you’d want to be around your friends.”

 

“No! I-” he caught himself, “I… that is… not all my friends… just you.”

 

Gemma paused, her mouth slightly agape.

 

“What do you mean Charles?”

 

“I mean I… I wouldn’t care if everyone else was around… I’ve had a crush on you since I was little.” The blush blossomed into a full beetroot colour covering most of his face, his voice trembling as he blurted it all out. “You’re just so darn pretty and smart and talented and… well, if I could’ve picked anyone to be the one to be there when it was my time, it’d be you.”

 

“My dear Charles…” Gemma said fondly, her fingers running through the young lad’s hair as she shook her head slowly, “you really are just the sweetest boy. Are you saying that you would give yourself to me when the time came?”

 

“Of course! I mean, I don’t want to be small or nothin’, but I mean… if I must get stepped on like every other boy, I’d much rather it be you that did it.”

 

“Oh my giddy aunt, Charles, I would never step on you! I would never even dream of stepping on you!” Gemma said in a wounded voice, pausing after the sentence to think it over. “Okay, not entirely true, I probably would dream of stepping on you; you’re quite the cutie after all. But I’d never, ever do it!”

 

Charles looked at her, disbelief tinged with hope ringing in his mind.

 

“R-really? You wouldn’t?”

 

“Of course not darling, we’re friends! We’ve been performing together for a couple of years now! I could never step on my sweet little Charles…” she pinched his cheek fondly, a teasing tone in her voice, “smushing him like an itty bitty bug under my pumps? Think of the mess! Oh that would never do.”

 

Charles managed an awkward laugh. Of course Gemma would come to his rescue; she was truly the most perfect woman he knew.

 

“Come,” Gemma took him by the hand and turned to leave, “you and I shall go and hide away in my change room my dear boy. We’ll wait there all night if we have to, and when you have your little moment, I’ll personally see to it that you’re properly taken care of!”

 

“Y-you will?! Thank you, thank you Gemma!”

 

“It’s the least I could do for a friend, my darling Charles!”

 

 

The door closed behind them with a clunk. Twisting the lock to give them some privacy, Gemma strolled over to her drinks cabinet and plucked out a bottle of red wine. Glancing back over her shoulder, she addressed her guest.

 

“Don’t suppose you’ve ever had wine before, Charles?”

 

“No; Mother says I’m too young for it.”

 

“Well, no time like the present for your first taste!”

 

Popping the cork, Gemma leaned over the counter to pour the bubbling red liquid into a pair of crystal cups. Charles couldn’t help but let his eyes wander down to the actress’s hips. Her bottom was considerably plumper than those of her peers, and the sight of it beneath the straining maroon dress was enough to drive the young man’s head wild with desire. However, he kept himself composed as she turned back to him.

 

She paused for just a moment as she looked at him before speaking, and he wondered momentarily if she’d notice him peeping at her posterior.

 

“Here you are Charles; your first step into manhood!” She handed him the glass pleasantly, waiting patiently for him to get his fingers around it before holding out her own glass. “Cheers!”

 

“Cheers.” He replied, clinking the two cups together. Bringing the wine to his lips, he took a tentative sip. It certainly wasn’t how he had expected it to be, and the lad had to fight not to spit it back out. Eventually he managed to gulp it down… it was a lot better once he could no longer taste it.

 

“Good man… may I ask you something Charles?”

 

“Anything!”

 

Gemma narrowed her eyes ever so slightly, her expression softening into an inscrutable look of curiosity. She took a slow step forwards, bringing herself deep inside Charles’s personal space. The young man’s hand trembled, squeezing hard to keep a hold of the wine glass as his idol looked down into his eyes.

 

“If I said you could kiss me, would you do it?”

 

“W-w-what?” Charles almost dropped his wine as the question rang in his head.

 

“Not on the lips of course; I’m married and that’s reserved for my dear little husband…” her smile twisted ever so slightly, “but if you could kiss me somewhere a little more… private. Would you?”

 

“W-where did… G-Gemma?”

 

“Yes? Or no?”

 

Charles couldn’t summon the will to respond verbally, so instead he nodded dumbly, unable to drag his gaze away from hers.

 

“I thought you would… well then, consider this your once-in-a-lifetime opportunity my darling Charles.”

 

A shiver travelled down the young man’s spine as he felt Gemma’s elegant fingers grip his shoulder once again, pushing him firmly down until he’d sunk to his knees. Her smile never faltered as she pressed a single finger against his lips. Taking a half-step back, she turned on her heel and let her magnificent backside fill his vision. Gathering up the back of her dress in one hand, Gemma dragged the material up until the uppermost peak of her stockings was exposed. Her round, shapely buttocks staring Charles in the face as her gaped, open mouthed.

 

“Well? Go on then Charles? This is your big moment! I do so enjoy being adored… and I suspect you enjoy adoring me.”

 

Without hesitation, Charles pressed his face forward into his idol’s rump, kissing it several times before inhaling deeply. The sensation was overwhelming, his eyes squeezing shut as he let it engulf him. It was incredible; the smell, the heat, the physical presence… this was where he belonged.

 

“Ah, sweet little Charles, so very sweet… and so very little.”

 

His eyes snapped open. His heart skipped a beat as his head leaned back, gazing upwards at the impossibly enormous figure of Gemma towering over him. She had been beautiful when they were almost the same size… but from down here, she was positively divine. Her dress fell back into place as she released it, stooping down and reaching out for the shrunken form of Charles. Gently, she pinched him between her fingers and lifted him up to her face, her smile wider than ever. Gazing into her face, lined with age but still just as glorious as always, Charles couldn’t help but feel quite smitten.

 

“Y-you’re… you’re perfect.”

 

“And you, my dear boy, are quite predictable.”

 

“… What?”

 

“Works every time I find; a bit of bottom kissing does tend to speed up the process nicely… and there’s certainly no shortage of volunteers lining up to kiss mine.”

 

Charles could feel the icy claws of dread starting to take hold of him.

 

“W-what are you talking about Gemma?”

 

“Come now Charles; did you really think you were the only one? That you were special enough to escape your fate? You’re certainly not the first love-struck little boy to throw themselves at my feet, and I very much doubt you’ll be the last.”

 

“B-but we’re friends! And you said you wouldn’t hurt me!”

 

“Now Charles, don’t be so unprofessional; remember your lines! I never said I wouldn’t hurt you, I simply said I wouldn’t step on you… why would I get such a disgusting mess on my nice shoes? As for being ‘friends’… darling, I’m a professional actress, I can make just about anyone think I’m in love with them with very little effort.”

 

“… So I mean nothing to you?” Charles felt his heart sink into nothing as all the fight went out of him.

 

“Oh don’t be so dramatic darling, I enjoyed the times we spent together on stage! Rather like I enjoy the smell of a nice glass of wine before I drink it… but at the end of the day,” Gemma tilted back her head, lifting the terrified form of Charles over her ruby lips, “you’re just another small fish in a very big pond… I eat your kind for breakfast. Goodbye Charles.”

 

Charles’s eyes went wide as Gemma parted her lips, a wave of hot breath rolling over him as her cavernous mouth opened him beneath him. He tried to choke out a desperate scream, but it was utterly futile. Before he knew what was happening, he was plummeting into that humid abyss. He landed with a wet ‘splat’ on her tongue, flung instantly to one side and colliding with her springy cheek.

 

Tumbling down onto a row of pearly white teeth, Charles lay stunned, his limbs totally locked up. Even as he felt the second row of molars pressing down on him from above, he still couldn’t believe it was happening…

 

“Gemma, PL-”

 

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Munch. Chew.

 

 

 

 

Gulp.

 

Gemma drank deeply of her wine glass before placing it back on the table. Licking her lips, she strolled idly over to the cast listing pinned to the wall. Taking hold of the pencil dangling beside it from a piece of string, she casually crossed out Charles’s name.

 

“Well, I’d call this closing night a complete success.”

 

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This story was written at the behest of Molotav and is set in his world of 'Queensville'.

 

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