Shannon walked downstairs to the living room, stopping just in front of the couch. She reached into her cleavage and removed the struggling six inch Chris and gently set him down in the center of the cushion. Minutes earlier, after she’d finished kissing and licking him all over, which took quite a while, she put on a bra and shoved Chris between her breasts. Then, after throwing on a tank top, and still wearing only a pair of panties, she carried him back downstairs. Chris only struggled a little bit: initially, and then again after the trip to the living room when he started suffocating.
Shannon was quite chipper after their little excursion; it had been just what she’d needed to put her in a good mood. Of course, Chris did not share the sentiment; being used like a sex toy and shoved unwillingly between Shannons breasts had made him very uncomfortable. He now sat on the cushion pouting, not wanting to discuss what Shannon had just done.
“Alright, little guy,” Shannon said, “you just sit right there. I’m gonna go get us some snacks.”
Chris didn’t respond: he was still angry and embarrassed.
“Aw, don’t make that face,” Shannon pouted, “I know you had a good time. You can’t fool me.”
Shannon turned and walked out of the room, wiggling her ass tauntingly as she went. Chris, however, wasn’t paying attention: he was lost in thought, formulating a plan on what to do once he was fully grown again. He had to find someway to overpower Shannon so she wouldn’t tease him anymore. It wasn’t going to be easy, but at least the playing field will be a lot more level. Thankfully, he was growing a pretty steady rate, not as fast as he had been hoping, but maybe fast enough to be fully grown by dinner. Maybe he could finally get out of the house he’d been trapped in for four days. He might even have time to go hang out with Rachel that evening and see a movie or something; he was kinda starting to miss her.
The sound of the microwave beeping in the kitchen snapped Chris back to reality. Apparently Shannon was almost done fixing their snacks. He just hoped the rest the afternoon would be without incident. Knowing Shannon though, no doubt she’d probably want to cuddle with him, and make him sit on her lap while she caressed him and rubbed his back.
OK, Chris thought, so maybe it wouldn’t be ALL bad.
Shannon stomped back into the living room with a tray of snacks, setting it on the ottoman before picking up the remote and turning on the TV.
“Now, what to watch,” she mumbled aloud, flipping through the on-screen menu.
Shannon took a couple sidesteps towards the center of the couch where Chris was sitting, stopping right in front of him, giving him a precarious view of her ass. He figured she was trying to tease him, not just by making him stare at her rear end, but also by blocking the TV so he couldn’t see what she was picking. Still too flustered to say anything, giving her the satisfaction of a response, Chris put his fists under his chin and looked downwards, wishing Shannon would just pick something and sit down.
“Ah, here we go,” she finally spoke. “Now to get comfy.”
Chris rolled his eyes and let out a huge sigh, trying to ready himself for what was going to happen next. He raised his head, about to ask what she’d picked out...
Chris had no time to react! He was suddenly smacked in the face by something huge; the next thing he knew, he was underneath a soft, heavy object. He knew in an instant that Shannon had sat down right on top of him; Chris struggled to push her weight off him, but his arms and legs were totally pinned in place. He couldn’t move, couldn’t talk, couldn’t breathe, and the pressure was immense. He was suffocating under Shannon‘s giant ass.
Nonchalantly, Shannon had positioned herself right in front of Chris and sat down right on the couch cushion where he’d been sitting. She couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen it coming. Now, she could feel him wiggling frantically underneath her, making muffled pleas for help, but she didn’t care: she was enjoying herself too much. Instead of getting up, she reached her foot forward, hooked the bottom of the ottoman with her toes, and, doing her best not to move, pulled it closer to her.
“Hm,” she said, feigning ignorance, “I just can’t seem to get comfortable, and this cushion feels a little lumpy.”
Shannon wiggled will her ass back and forth, grinding poor Chris underneath, his muffled screams giving her quite a kick.
“Shmnm, gfmt ff ff mhm!” Chris was screaming incomprehensibly. He could barely speak: the panty covered ass above him made it nigh impossible to even make any sound at all.
“Hmph, still not quite right,” Shannon remarked. “Maybe if I...”
She started bouncing up and down in her seat. Chris’s screams intensified while Shannon giggled with delight thinking about his plight.
“Nope, I just can’t quite get comfortable,” Shannon said, “You know, it’s almost as if I sat something, and whatever it was is squirming underneath me, but that’s just absurd.”
Shannon finally stood up. Chris gasped for air, relieved of the huge pressure once above him. He was in pain all over, coughing and spluttering in distress.
“Sorry Chris,” Shannon commented apathetically, watching Chris squirm, “I just couldn’t seem to get comfortable.”
“Shannon!” Chris shouted, “What’s the matter with you?”
“Well, I was trying to get comfortable sitting in your lap, but it just wasn’t going to work.”
“That wasn’t funny! You could’ve crushed me!”
“Oh, lighten up Chris,” she scoffed. “I was just having some fun. You were fine.”
“I wasn’t fine. I almost suffocated you bitch!”
Chris quickly covered his mouth upon realizing what he’d just blurted out. He wasn’t even thinking; it was like he had no filter.
“Huh!” Shanna gasped. “Why you little...How dare you call me that?! I can’t believe you’d say that after all I’ve done for you! I think you get a time out!”
In one quick move, Shannon turned around and slammed her ass back down onto the couch!
Chris couldn’t get out of the way!
“NO! WAI—!” His shouts were cut off as Shannon’s huge ass made contact with the cushion again. Chris was incoherently pleading, begging, apologizing, doing whatever he could to get Shannon to stand back up.
“I can’t believe you’d say that, Chris!” Shannon scolded, crossing her arms and pouting. “Here I am, trying to be nice to you, and what are you do? You call me a bitch! Geez, I was only playing around, but then you had to go and spoil everything. You apologize to me this instant!”
Shannon could only hear muffled sounds emanating from beneath her ass. She could feel Chris squirming like mad, trying to push her off of him, but she wasn’t going anywhere.
“Squirm all you want, Chris,” she asserted firmly, “it won’t do you any good. I’m not letting you out until you say you’re sorry. And for the record, you should be quite flattered that girl would want to sit on your lap.”
Chris was apologizing profusely, but all of his shouts were muffled. Shannon couldn’t really tell exactly what he was saying, but she figured it was: ‘I’m sorry. Please get off of me.’
“I can’t hear you, Chris. Speak up!”
Chris was still calling for Shannon to get off of him apologizing continuously, literally screaming for mercy.
“Still no apology?” Shannon said jokingly. “Fine! Here’s a little incentive.”
In an instant, Shannon ripped a huge fart that sounded like a foghorn, sending vibrations rumbling through the cushion. From beneath her emanated the loudest scream imaginable for a 6 inch boy whose cries for help were muffled by a giant ass. Chris’s face had been directly beneath Shannon’s asshole when it blew; now, he was frantically struggling, desperate to push her off and escape the unbearable stench.
“Phew!” Shannon cried, waving her hand in front of her nose. “Man, that was a stinky one! I can’t imagine how that was for you, little guy.”
Soon, Shannon felt Chris’s struggles diminish. Not wanting to actually suffocate him, she stood up once more and let the small boy catch his breath. Chris gasped like before, attempting to purge his lungs of the foul-smelling air, but the entire couch cushion was saturated with sulfur, making it difficult for him to recover.
“Well, I hope you’ve learned your lesson young man,” Shannon scolded, watching him squirm and gasp on the cushion. “Next time, you’re gonna get much worse.”
Chris was coughing and sputtering, still trying to catch his breath, placing a hand up to show her he was yielding.
“So, are you going to apologize to me?” Shannon asked.
Chris frantically nodded his head, desperately communicating to her that he understood.
“Let’s year it then!” she demanded.
“I’m sorry,” Chris managed to squeak between coughs.
“Good, now let’s start the movie.” Shannon giggled, “But, uh, what’s say this time you sit on my lap, OK?”
Chris lay prone on the cushion, still unable to speak. He was dry heaving, desperate to expunge his body of the foul-smelling atmosphere, but he somehow found the energy to nod his head.
“Oh, you poor thing,” Shannon sympathized, shaking her head. “Come here.”
She reached down and gently scooped him up in her hands, lifting him off the couch and cradling him in her arms. Then, she made her way to the bathroom to grab a bottle of fabric spray, returning to the living room to spray down the couch.
“There now,” Shannon admired, “that should freshen things up a bit.”
Thankfully, it did.
Shannon sat back down and set Chris in her lap, cradling him like a little doll.
“Comfy?” she squeaked.
“Yeah,” Chris coughed, “it’s fine.”
“Just fine?” Shannon asked dejectedly. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Chris replied, “it’s just....I’m not quite comfortable yet.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, little guy. Here, let’s try this.”
Shannon pulled the ottoman closer to the couch. Then, she grabbed the tray of snacks and carefully set it off to the side. She finally kicked up your feet and reclined even further, setting Chris just below her waist.
“Try laying back now,” she said.
Chris obliged and laid his head back; it was actually comfortable, and he had just enough of an angle to still see the TV. It was slightly unsettling, though, to think he was literally laying on Shannon’s crotch.
“Better?” she asked.
“Yes, much better,” Chris answered nervously. “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it,” Shannon giggled. “Actually, you look kinda cute laying here.”
Chris rolled his eyes, and sighed a deep sigh. At least for now, he could enjoy a reprieve from Shannon’s antics.
For the first half of the movie, things seemed to be going smoothly, except for the occasional loud crunching of Shannon chowing down on some nachos. Of course, she was more than willing to share with the six inch boy in her lap. All the while, Shannon gently caressed Chris’s half-naked body, cooing at him, enjoying the what little time she may have left with him at six inches tall.
Chris wasn’t really paying attention to the movie. He was too engrossed in his thoughts about what to do when he was big again. The foul odor from Shannon’s farts had all but dissipated, leaving a surprisingly pleasing scent. The combination of her gentle touch and motion of her body up and down with each deep breath she took was quite relaxing, nearly putting him to sleep. He resisted though, as he didn’t want to pass out and wake up with Shannon sitting on him again; furthermore, he really didn’t want to find out what she meant by “much worse”. How much worse could things get? Probably a lot, he figured. Best not to think about it. Instead, Chris closed his eyes and concentrated on making himself bigger. Sure, it was unlikely to actually work, but the sooner he was back to normal the better.
Despite the perks, he didn’t want to be shrunk anymore, especially with Shannon taking advantage of him. If only she were more responsible, more kind and considerate, maybe things could be different, but his whole situation was just so weird and unbelievable. Besides, it was really weird how her demeanor switched so erratically from one minute to the next. Sure, it was nice to see her sweet side, but a few seconds later she could turn sour. Chris couldn’t tell what her intentions were: if she was just being playful, or truly trying to torture him. Regardless, Shannon simply couldn’t be trusted.
Chris began to wonder about what things would’ve been like if he’d been shrunk with someone besides Shannon (Barring that if he’d been with anyone BUT Shannon, he wouldn’t be small in he first place). Sue Ann, for example: she’d never been anything but nice to him, and even with him tiny, they’d no doubt have lots of fun together, especially if he grew back slowly.
Or Noreen: he was devastated when she passed out after discovering him the other day, and even more shattered when Shannon had convinced her it was all just a dream. He secretly wished that she had stayed aware of this tiny status; she probably would’ve done everything in her power to keep him safe. Although, he would have to be careful to stay clear during her workouts; it wasn’t exactly a fun ride in her panties. And It was certainly no picnic being stuck to the bottom of her foot, being so sweaty and ripe from her walking. Thank goodness she hadn’t continued her workout after she’d stepped on him. He probably would’ve been squished.
Heck, at this point, after having been around Shannon, he’d even take being in the care of Rachel, or her mom for that matter. Mrs. Carson seemed like a reasonable, understanding woman. Every time he’d been to Rachel’s house, her mom had always be nice to him. Surely she’d keep him safe. And even though he knew she’d never let him live it down, Chris knew Rachel would take care of him as well.
The queer feeling in his abdomen had returned. At first, Chris wondered if thinking about all those giant women had turned him on, but he soon realized it was his bladder.
“Hey Shannon,” he said, turning over onto his stomach, “I need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
“What do you mean ‘right back’?” She scoffed. “Like you could make it on your own.”
“I can too make it only own!” Chris snapped back. “I’m not THAT small anymore.”
“Oh yeah, little man? Let’s just see you try.”
“OK, fine.” Chris said, climbing to his feet. In one swift move, he hopped across Shannon’s panties and slid down onto the couch. Now, the hard part. How was he supposed to get from the couch cushion down to the floor? The distance was far too high to jump, and he doubted he could simply climb down.
“What’s the matter, little guy?” Shannon taunted, “Can’t get down?”
“Just gimme a second,” he replied. Chris eyed a throw pillow sitting near the armrest and hustled over to grab it. He tried pulling with all his might, but it didn’t move much. He gave another great tug; this time it slid down towards him. He pulled it as close as he could to the edge without falling off, then ran around the other side to push it the rest of the way.
Unfortunately, although pulling the pillow did get it to move, pushing it was a different story: the material was so soft Chris had to push deeply into the fabric to reach the point where it was firm enough to move. He tried pushing with all his strength, but he just wasn’t strong enough to overcome the friction between he pillow and the couch cushion.
Chris looked up anxiously to see Shannon’s expression; she was watching the spectacle with sadistic glee.
“Having trouble?” she asked coyly. “Need some help?”
“I’m fine,” Chris panted, lowering his voice, “if I could just get this stupid thing to move.”
Chris took a running start, colliding into the pillow with all his strength, but he just couldn’t get it to slide.
Shannon sighed, rolled her eyes, and reached down with two fingers, pinching the center of the pillow. She effortlessly picked lifted it off the cushion and dropped in down onto the floor.
“Uh, thanks,” Chris said, embarrassed, knowing that she wasn’t gonna let him live this down. He approached the edge of the cushion and surveyed the landscape below. Even with the pillow, the drop was still quite perilous. He stepped back a few steps, took a deep breath, and darted to the edge of the couch. With a running leap, Chris hurled himself downwards, crossing his arms and closing his eyes.
*FLOOF*!
Chris landed directly in the center of the pillow. He felt himself all over, checking to see if anything was broken: no pain, no blood. Chris breathed a sigh of relief and quickly rolled off the pillow. He stood up, brushed himself off, and looked back up to Shannon, who was eyeing him with amusement.
“See?” Chris gloated, “with the exception of getting the pillow off the couch, I did it!”
“Hmph, congrats,” Shannon responded sarcastically, folding her arms, “and, uh, exactly how are you supposed to reach the toilet when you get to the bathroom?”
Chris’s eyes grew wide: he hadn’t thought of that. His pride had suddenly turned to embarrassment, and the urge to relieve himself grew stronger. Now, he really needed to go, crossing his legs in a futile attempt to hold it in.
“OK, so I didn’t think of everything,” Chris admitted, “can you please help me? I don’t know how much longer I can hold it.”
“Oh, I suppose,” Shannon sighed, kicking her feet off he ottoman, “but, you owe me.”
Chris sighed softly. Ordinarily, he’d be worried about what Shannon meant by ‘owing her’, but he was far too focused on his bladder exploding to care.
Shannon walked over, gently lifted Chris off the floor, and headed towards the downstairs bathroom. The sudden increase in elevation almost made Chris pee himself, but he clenched as hard as he could to hold it in, not wanting to soak Shannon’s hand and incur her wrath.
As soon as she reached the toilet, Shannon set Chris on the seat. He hurriedly tossed his toga aside and released; a warm stream of urine flowed from him. Chris didn’t even care that Shannon was watching, he was just so glad to feel relief. It felt like forever ago that he last used the restroom, and for having a tiny bladder, it sure was taking a while to empty.
Chris was so preoccupied with relieving himself, he hadn’t noticed that he was growing again. When he finally recognized the sensation, he nearly lost his balance. Meanwhile, Shannon watched intently as little boy before her started growing, praying to herself that it wouldn’t be too much; she wasn’t quite done having her fun with him.
By the time he’d finished peeing, Chris had grown another few inches. He was so thrilled, he felt like dancing, but restrained himself; he still was far shorter than Shannon and didn’t want her getting upset.
“Wow, kiddo,” Shannon spoke, “you sure are growing up fast!”
“Yeah,” Chris said, tying his toga around his waist, seeing as how it was too small for him now. “I wonder how tall I am now.”
“Well, let’s see,” Shannon said, reaching into the drawer and pulling out a tape measure.
“Almost 9 inches,” she said, rolling it back up.
“Wow!” Chris exclaimed. “Apparently, I need to pee more often.”
“It’s like I said, Chris, you just have to get the stuff out of your system.” A sly smirk crawled across Shannon’s face. “In fact, if you’d like to grow back a little faster, I might have an idea.”
“Really?” Chris perked up, then became apprehensive, “What?”
“First, let’s wash our hands and get back to the living room.”
Shannon picked Chris up once again, holding him up to the sink so he could wash his hands, then held him tight to her chest as she exited the bathroom. Despite being a short journey, Chris felt a little uneasy being held so tightly to Shannon’s breasts; their bouncing up and down with each step was making him hard. As his boner poked her chest, Chris nervously raised his eyes to her face....she was staring down at him, grinning seductively. He was quite positive that had she not been walking, Shannon probably would’ve started kissing him uncontrollably again.
Once they arrived back in living room, Shannon set Chris down on the ottoman and placed her hands on her hips.
“Now then,” she began, “as I said, if you want to grow back quicker, you’ve got to get the potion out of your system, and the best way to do that is to sweat it out.”
“H-how did you plan on doing that?” Chris gulped.
“It’s simple, we just need to give you a rigorous workout.”
“Oh, well I guess that makes sense.”
“...and I’m going to help you,” Shannon added.
“I knew there was a catch,” Chris said wryly.
“Relax, kiddo, I’m not gonna torture you. It’s just a workout.”
“Uh-huh,” Chris nodded sarcastically, “and, uh, just what kind of a workout did you have in mind?”
“Well, it’s sort of a game. We’re gonna play a game I call ‘cat and mouse’: you run around the house, and I chase you.”
“You mean like ‘tag’?” Chris said, pointing out the obvious similarity.
“No, it’s not like ‘tag’!” Shannon shot back. “....OK, yes, it’s like ‘tag’, but with a twist. You can go anywhere in the house you want, and I’ll follow. You can even hide if you want.”
“That’s all?”
“Yep, that’s it.”
“And exactly what happens if you catch me?”
“Every time I catch you, I get a point. We keep going until I catch you five times; then, the games over.”
“Uh-huh, and then what?” Chris asked expectantly, folding his arms.
“And then nothing, the game’s over. It’s done.”
“And, how exactly do I win?”
“Chris, there’s no ‘winning’,” Shannon explained, “the whole point of this is to get you to work the potion out of your system; I’m just providing a little motivation.”
“And when the game’s over, it’s over. You’re not gonna torture me or anything like that?”
“No, of course not. And by the time I catch you five times, you’ll have worked up quite a sweat. Heck, I wouldn’t be surprised if you grew a couple more inches while we’re playing.”
“Well, OK,” Chris accepted, “but be careful. I might be bigger than before, but you could still crush me if you’re not careful.”
“I’ll be careful. So, are you ready?”
“Wait a second! Don’t I get a head-start?”
“Oh, silly me, of course you do. How about I count to 10, and then I’ll give chase, OK?”
“OK,” Chris said.
“Now, are you ready?”
“Ready!”
“Get set....go!”
Chris took off, quickly darting around the corner while Shannon started counting. He’d just barely made it to the kitchen when Shannon reached ‘10’ and gave chase. Chris quickly ran around the opposite end of the table as Shannon stomped into the room.
“I see you, little mouse,” she called playfully. “Here comes the big kitty.”
Shannon ran around the table as Chris tried to evade her. Though Shannon’s speed was limited by having to be careful not to run into anything, she was still quite a bit faster than he. Luckily, Chris’s small stature did give him one advantage: when Shannon was about to grab him, he ducked under the table, through the chairs, and darted out of the kitchen. Shannon, however, was right on his heels. Chris has just made it to the hall when she tagged him from behind. Chris went sprawling across the floor, sliding halfway down the hall.
“Ow!” he exclaimed. “Hey! Shannon, I told you to be careful.”
“Sorry, kiddo. One point for me. Keep going.”
“Can you just give me a second? That really hurt!”
“Take all the time you need,” Shannon said, “I won’t start counting until you go again.”
Chris was careful to take his time and make sure the pain had subsided before he resumed running. He needed to figure out an escape plan: one with multiple exits, where he could run and hide from Shannon. Surprisingly, he actually wished he were a little smaller: then he could hide more easily.
“Are you ready yet?” Shannon asked impatiently.
“Almost!” Chris suddenly took off again, trying to catch her off guard. This time, he headed towards the dining room, which sat just across from the living room. It wasn’t long before Shannon was stomping after him again. Chris ran across the room to the opposite end of the dining room table, trying to stay out of sight, but Shannon was far too observant; she knew exactly where he was. She scooted a chair out on one side of the table to try to block Chris’s escape, then darted around the other side; it was somewhat effective. As Chris circled the other end of the table, he had to move through the chair’s legs to get through, greatly slowing him down.
Shannon’s plan, however, backfired. When she came to the chair, she had to push it back in. It didn’t really matter, just as Chris was about to turn the corner, she grabbed him.
“Gotcha!” she snapped, “that’s two points, little mouse.”
“You know, this hardly seems fair.” Chris complained, “You’re too fast for me to get away.”
“Of course I am silly,” Shannon grinned.
“Yeah, but how am I supposed to win?”
“You’re not,” Shannon stated bluntly. “The point is to just stay away from me for as long as you can and work up a sweat, that’s all.”
“Alright fine,” Chris yielded.
He began scanning his options before taking off again. His eyes fell upon the stairs to the second floor; he honestly wondered if he could scale them in time before Shannon stomped after him again.
“Hey, can I make a request?” Chris asked.
“What now?” Shannon asked impatiently.
“How about you let me get to the top of the stairs, and then you can chase after me?”
Shannon glowered at him, crossing her arms. Chris became nervous while awaiting her reply.
“Alright fine,” Shannon caved, “but don’t take your sweet time: this little kitty’s getting antsy.”
Chris wanted to retort, but kept it to himself, heading over to the steps. Although he was about twice as tall as each step, the journey upstairs was still gruesome and tiring. Shannon had been right about him working up a sweat. It took him several minutes to finally ascend all the stairs, while Shannon tapped her bare foot impatiently below. Chris was almost out of breath when he finally reached the top.
“Here I come!” Shannon called, eagerly stomping up the stairs.
“Hey, wait!” Chris exclaimed; but Shannon was already halfway up. Thinking quickly, Chris dashed down the hallway and darted into the guest-room, just as Shannon hit the top of the stairs. Chris, nearly out of breath, dove under the bed, trying to keep it quiet as possible, though his loud panting was sure to give him away.
“Where are you, little mouse?” Shannon called as she stomped into the room. “I know you’re in here. Come out, the big pussycat wants to play.”
Chris put his hands over his mouth to dampen the sound of his breathing, but his body was currently requiring too much oxygen to keep quiet. He could only watch helplessly from this vantage point as Shannon’s bare feet sauntered around the edges of the bed, searching for his hiding spot.
“Hm,” she mused aloud as she slowly stepped around to the opposite edge of he bed, “I wonder where my little mousy could be.”
Chris watched anxiously as she stopped in her tracks.
“I wonder if he could be....here!”
Chris was startled as Shannon’s face popped into view, her arm shooting under the bed to grab him. Chris frantically rolled out of the way, attempting to get to the doorway. Shannon practically jumped across the mattress to cut him off; by the time Chris emerged from under the bed, she scooped him up into her waiting arms.
“Uh-Uhn, little one. You can’t get away from me. Three points.”
Shannon was giddy as a schoolgirl, kicking her legs in the air behind her, with a goofy grin on her face. She brought Chris in close; he was squirming, trying to get free, thinking that she was about to kiss him, but instead, she rubbed her nose against his.
“Face it, little guy, I’m just too fast for you,” she teased.
“Yeah, yeah,” Chris said, trying to repel her advances, “Now, can you put me down?”
“Aw, I thought you might want to cuddle a bit,” she pouted playfully. “Look how slyly you lured me up here onto the bed.”
“I wasn’t trying to ‘lure’ you anywhere,” Chris refuted as Shannon put him down, “I was trying to hide!”
“Well, you have worked up quite a sweat. How do you feel?”
“Exhausted!” Chris panted. “Shannon, this is pointless. I’m not getting any bigger.”
“Aw, don’t you like our game? I thought we were having fun.”
“YOU’RE having fun, Shannon. All I’m getting is out of breath.”
“Well, If you wanna stop, we’ll stop, but it’ll take longer for you to grow back to normal.”
“I think I’d prefer to just sit down and wait patiently for this stuff to wear off on its own.”
“OK, but if you stop now, that means you forfeit.”
“Forfeit?!” he exclaimed, “What do ya mean ‘forfeit’? I thought you said there was no winning or losing. You said you were just trying to get me to exercise.”
“Yes, but if you stop early that means you forfeit.”
Chris didn’t want to argue anymore, he was too worn out.
“Fine, I forfeit. It’s not like you weren’t going to win anyway.”
“I know,” Shannon giggled, “but chasing you is half the fun.”
“I think I’ve had enough fun for now. Can we just go back downstairs and chill?”
“Sure,” Shannon said, climbing off the bed, “besides, now I can get my prize.”
“Prize?! What prize?” Chris shouted.
“My prize for winning, silly.”
“Come on, Shannon, you specially said there was no winning.”
“Yeah, but you forfeited, so I get a consolation prize.”
“No way, Shannon! I’m not giving you anything. If that’s the case, I’ll keep playing.”
“Uh-Uhn, little one, it’s too late! You already forfeited. Besides, you still owe me for helping you get to the bathroom. Now, come here.”
“No! You stay away from me!” Chris demanded, stepping back. He took off out the door and started down the hallway, desperate to escape.
“Ooh, a bonus round!” Shannon said, giving chase. Chris had no chance: he’d barely made it down the hall when Shannon grabbed him, wrapping her large hands around his tiny waist and lifting him off the ground.
“Looks like I win!” she gloated.
“No! Let me go!” Chris ordered, trying to squirm out of her grip, but Shannon held firm.
“Uh-uhn, little man,” she said, pulling him in tight to her chest, “I’ve got you now, and you’re gonna give me my prize. Come on!”
Shannon flung Chris over her shoulder, holding him tightly in place. All the while, Chris was kicking and screaming, trying to get free.
“Keep quiet!” Shannon scolded him. “You want the neighbors to hear?”
At that point, Chris didn’t care. He wanted to escape, to be rescued, but Shannon wasn’t going to let him go now. He was hers. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever be rid of her. One thing he was sure of, though: whatever Shannon had in mind, Chris knew he wasn’t going to like it.
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