When I woke up, the first thing apparent to me was my hangover. My mouth was dry like cotton and a punishing headache rocketed through my skull. I groaned and fluttered open my eyes.

 

The sun must have come up a few hours ago. The garish light beamed through the window blinds and illuminated my disheveled bedroom. I was tangled up in a horde of sweaty sheets and I felt like trash. The light t-shirt I wore clung to my breasts and my pajama shorts were bunched up around my thighs. It had been a sloppy night.

 

I spotted a glass of water on my bedside table and clumsily grabbed it, chugging the life-giving liquid. As I drank, I began to remember what happened:

 

I hadn't blacked out last night, and it had been pretty fun for the most part. My best friend Kelsey and I had gone out to dinner with Lisa and Melissa, then hopped around a few bars. After a round of lemon drop shots at Da Vinci, it had been Melissa who suggested we go to Motiv. We were all dressed up for Saturday night and sufficiently tipsy at that point, so we gleefully Ubered to the club.

 

I'd done up my hair and spent a lot of time on my make-up before going out; I was ready to meet guys. Motiv never disappoints. I remember by midnight the four of us were on the dance floor, grinding on some college guys we had just met. They were all caricatures of each other and really just some meathead jocks, but one in particular took a special interest in me.

 

After some raunchy dancing I left the chaos of the dance floor with him and found somewhere quieter to talk. I was drunk by then but I remember clearly that his name was Brad. He was definitely acting macho around me, but I looked past this and quickly decided that I wanted to fuck him. It'd been so long and I was past the point of caring how much Kelsey would judge me in the morning.

 

The morning. My present situation. Ugh. At Motiv, Brad had claimed that his phone had died and that he wasn't going to be able to get home unless he charged it somewhere. That was my cue to invite him back to my apartment. I told him he could plug it in there, but we both knew it was an invitation to plug in something else.

 

Before I left with him, I found Kelsey and let her know Brad was coming back to our place. Since we lived together, I thought it polite to let her know we were going to have a guest tonight. She's been my best friend since our sorority days at college, and when I bring guys home I try my best to give her a heads up first. Plus, in case something went wrong later, I wanted somebody to know I was with this random guy I had just met.

 

The sex with Brad had been lackluster. He must have been somewhat drunk too because he had trouble getting hard, and once he was in me his cock felt small. I've slept with my fair share of guys and he was definitely one of the forgettable ones. He didn't last long, and once he finished I sullenly cleaned up in the bathroom and he gave me some lame-ass excuse. We didn't even cuddle when we both fell asleep in my bed.

 

As I sulked in my hungover daze, I wondered for a moment if Brad was still in bed. Rolling over, the sun coming in through the window blinded me but I could clearly see there was no one next to me in my queen-sized bed. Go figure, he had probably bailed long ago. But it was for the better honestly, I didn't really want to talk to him this morning anyways.

 

Summoning whatever energy I could, I slipped my legs out of bed and placed my bare feet on the cool wooden floor. I felt like shit. Standing up and swaying a bit, I found my balance and staggered into the bathroom. Luckily I pay for the master bedroom in the apartment, so my bathroom is attached to my room.

 

I found the toilet and tugged my shorts down, finally sitting on the bowl and letting my bladder go. As I sat there and peed, I contemplated the philosophy of my life's decisions in a meditative way that can only be done while relieving oneself in the mindless security of a bathroom. I know I'm hot, and I'm still in my twenties. Guys want to fuck me. It's fun, but how much longer can I do this? I need a real boyfriend. I'm getting sick of fuckboys.

 

Next to me in the trash can, I spied the used condom from last night. I rolled my eyes at the sordid reminder of the guy I had let simply crawl on top of me and take care of himself. Do guys even care when they rush sex and don't think about the girl? It made my hungover brain hurt more.

 

After wiping and flushing I retreated back into my bedroom like a zombie. All I wanted to do was crawl back into bed and die some more. But unfortunately the morning would get a lot worse. And weirder.

 

I first noticed one of Brad's big white sneakers laying carelessly on the floor of my room. The other was propped up haphazardly against the wall. What the hell? What were his shoes still doing here?

 

Then I saw his clothes: his jeans, still with the belt looped in them, his light green polo, and even his white baseball cap were all strewn around my room. I saw my skirt and blouse from last night on the floor with them along with my heels that I'd been relieved to remove once home.

 

If his clothes were still here, maybe he hadn't left then? Was he in the kitchen trying to cook breakfast? I tried to think, but thinking hurt my brain. If he was in the kitchen, why wouldn't he get dressed first? His underwear wasn't on the floor, so I figured he must be wearing it.

 

I opened my bedroom door to listen for Brad. The kitchen was down the hall but I heard nothing and smelled nothing. Curiously, I walked down the hallway, passing Kelsey's bedroom. Her door was closed but I could hear her stirring in there. Her hangovers were never as bad as mine.

 

Walking out into our living room, I could see into the kitchen. It was empty. No Brad. Weird, I thought. Had he just left the apartment in nothing but his underwear?

 

The clock on the oven read 9:27. Sighing, I trudged back to my bedroom, closing the door behind me. I flopped back onto my bed, wondering what was going on. Turning to my side, I noticed something tangled up in the bed.

 

Something gray was sticking out from under my lavender sheets. Grasping it, I slowly pulled it out. It was a pair of underwear. Brad's underwear. What the hell was going on? My head hurt like shit and nothing was making sense. I tossed his sweaty underwear out of my bed and rolled back over.

 

I wasn't really listening to it, so at first I thought it wasn't a real sound. But then I heard something quiet, something faint. It was really muffled. I perked up. Was it coming from outside?

 

After a second, I realized in horror that it was coming from in my bed. Something was in my bed! With a squeal I jumped out from under the covers, absolutely terrified. Was it a spider? A mouse? I saw the duvet move. There was something small under there.

 

I nearly screamed right then and there. I almost found myself running down the hall to hide with Kelsey in her room, but she was an even bigger coward than me. I was disgusted to think that some pest had been in my bed all morning and I seriously debated quarantining my room and living out on the couch for the rest of the day.

 

My hand grabbed the duvet and I had to calm myself down before I could lift it off. I took a deep breath, then all at once I flung the duvet off the bed like a magician revealing her final act.

 

Beneath the duvet, the sheets were a mess. They smelled sweaty and like sex. But my eyes were immediately drawn to the little thing flailing around amidst them. I thought it was a mouse at first. I screamed. Kelsey definitely heard me, and maybe the neighbors too.

 

I couldn't begin to process what I was seeing, it was unbelievable. I was scared senseless and utterly horrified.

 

“OH MY GOD!” I screamed out to no one but myself. The thing in my bed looked up at me, mirroring my own horror. This had to be a dream, I told myself. Except I was way too hungover for this to be a dream. What lay in front of me was impossible.

 

There was a fleshly creature crawling across the sheets of my bed. It wasn't big, maybe only a couple inches, but it was moving. It looked like nothing I'd seen before, until I realized it was a person. A tiny little man, to be precise. And he was naked. And looking at me.

 

I recognized the diminutive form of Brad in my bed. I started hyperventilating and for a moment thought I would faint. His tiny little eyes looked up at me in trepidation and I saw him raise a muscly arm. He was waving. He was waving at me!

 

His tiny little voice squeaked. He wasn't very loud. “Hey! Hey! Help me!!” he cried out.

 

I recoiled in horror and found myself standing in the corner of my room. I felt nauseated, terrified, and confused all at the same time. What the fuck was going on?!

 

“I need your help! Please!” Brad squeaked at me. Finding his balance on my plush mattress, he had slowly risen to his two dainty little feet. My eyes bulged in shock as I beheld this diminutive specimen of a man. He was like a living action figure.

 

“What the hell happened to you?!” I finally bleated out. I could hardly talk or even breathe, for that matter. How had Brad shrunk in my bed??

 

“I don't know!” he answered back. Despite his size, his distress dwarfed mine. He was panicking and absolutely shaken by his predicament. In an odd way, his immense discomfort began grounding me. Without a doubt I had already had an awful morning, but it was nothing compared to what was happening to him.

 

“Ohmigod Brad, you're tiny!” I said out loud stupidly. No shit Sherlock, I immediately thought to myself. I could hardly make sense of anything and was talking dumb.

 

“Please, you gotta call the police!” Brad begged me desperately as I looked over his body in horror. “You've gotta get me help!!”

 

The cops? He thinks the cops are going to be able to help him? It occurred to me he was also talking in more-or-less the same panicky gibberish as I, but my gut reaction was that calling the cops was going to be a dumb fucking idea.

 

I don't like cops. Yeah, I'm prejudiced. But ever since I got that ticket last year for taking a step out of a bar with a drink in my hand, I've been loathsome to think kindly of the police. What was I supposed to say anyways if I called 9-1-1? Uh hey, my hookup from last night is now three inches tall. Hell no.

 

Plus, I did not want the police coming to my house. They'd search the whole place, probably find my weed, and likely conclude I somehow had something to do with this. Who knows what would happen from there. It'd be like the Salem witch trials all over again. News cameras, reporters, my face splashed over front pages across the world. My life would be ruined. Cops would lead to lawyers which would lead to trouble.

 

My mind was racing at a million thoughts a minute. The dread of finding Brad shrunken in my bed withered when I began thinking of the repercussions of what this all might lead to. I still didn't understand what had happened, but I did understand what would happen when the world discovered him.

 

Snapping out of my thoughts, I snapped at Brad, “What the hell are the police gonna do?! You're fucking tiny!”

 

“I don't know!” he argued with me. “Take me to the hospital then!”

 

The hospital was a better idea, but it presented other problems. Even if I walked into the emergency room and dropped him at the front desk and fled, there would be an entire investigation. Research scientists would lead to the police who would then start looking for me, and who knows what Brad would tell them. There was no good solution for what to do with him. My brain ached.

 

“I.. I... I don't know!” I finally yelled at him. We were both insanely stressed and at our breaking points. I felt angry and disjointed, and he clearly was not having a great time either.

 

“Please, you gotta help me, I'm tiny!” he pleaded with me. He looked up at me with his miserable eyes. “I don't know what's going on...”

 

“Brad,” I tried to tell him reassuringly, “we'll figure something out. Don't worry.” I sounded disingenuous, because I was legitimately out of ideas. “Let's just... let's not rush into anything yet, let's just--”

 

He cut me off. “Are you crazy!?” he raved from the bed. “Get me out of here! We gotta get help!”

 

“I don't think that's the best--”

 

“Look girl, cut the shit! Call nine-one-one already!!' He was absolutely steamed and hot headed now. If he had been his normal size I would have been cowering at his anger. But looking down at his helpless form on my bed, I just couldn't take his ire seriously. It was kind of cute actually. Watching him explode actually started calming me down.

 

Wait, did he just call me “girl?” Girl? Oh my God. This fucker didn't even remember my name from last night.

 

“Excuse me?” I said back to him flatly. Now I was pissed. “Brad, do you not remember my name?”

 

I stunned him silent. I could tell he was still mad, but it was clear he had fucked up.

 

“Uh... uh...” he stammered.

 

He didn't remember my name! That little shit! Guys are such fucking assholes.

 

“I bring you back to my place and let you fuck me and you can't even remember my name?” I said to him, my anger clearly building behind my voice. “And now you want me to fucking help you?”

 

I was so mad at him. Mad at him for being a dick. Mad at him for shrinking and upending my day. Why did this have to happen to me? Why couldn't it all just go away? Ugh I just wanted to go back to sleep.

 

“Fine! You won't help me, I'll help myself!” he defiantly declared. And with that he started walking across my bed through the sheets as best he could. He was making his way toward the edge.

 

Was he trying to escape? What the fuck did he think he was even going to be able to do at his size? Even if he jumped off the bed, which was quite a jump, then he would just be on my floor and...

 

Ew. The thought of this miniature man crawling around the floor of my bedroom was so gross. You think losing a spider under your bed is bad? What if it was a person? Ew ew ew! My gut immediately told me I could not let him get away.

 

As he stumbled through my sheets I pounced. Leaping out of the corner of my room and lunging onto my bed, I watched Brad turn around and face me as I descended upon him. He looked surprised. And scared.

 

I must have been quite a sight to him: my brown hair was a mess, I had morning breath, my face without makeup probably looked ghastly, and as I loomed over him I was acutely aware that my breasts were jiggling ponderously under my loose t-shirt. Each one absolutely dwarfed his puny body.

 

I quickly snatched him up with my hand, no longer horrified at the thought of him. His little naked body felt warm and sweaty between my fingers; he didn't have much hair on him and his skin felt almost slippery. He started thrashing against me immediately, but even with his big muscles that he had spent years cultivating at the gym, at his current size he was powerless in my grasp. It fascinated me how easily I dominated his entire body with just my hand. Not so macho now, dickhead.

 

“Bitch!! Let me go!” he screamed at me. Even at his loudest, his voice was still pathetically meek.

 

“No, you listen here you little shit!” I said to him sternly, bringing him up to my face. He kept trying to struggle against me and loosen my grip on him, but he wasn't going anywhere. “You're staying put until we come up with a plan. I need to think!”

 

I had an idea. Spying my empty water glass on the bedside table, I crawled across my bed to it and dropped him in. With a thud he hit the bottom. Now in his clear glass prison, he wouldn't be going anywhere until I was ready to deal with him. The sides of the glass were too steep for him to climb out. I smirked as I admired my temporary solution to the Brad problem.

 

“What the fuck!” he shouted at me. “Let me go!!”

 

“Stay put,” I told him. I didn't want to have to worry about him while I tried figuring out what to do. He was being a petulant little asshole so he needed a time out. “I'll be back,” I said to him before climbing off my bed and moving back to the door of my room. Flinging it open, I stormed out, shutting it loudly behind me.

 

I needed to start acting fast. My hangover was quickly receding as my mind began activating, trying to deduce how to resolve this whole fucking mess. As I started walking down the hallway toward the living room, all I wanted was ten minutes to sit on the couch and think things over in quiet solitude.

 

There could be no cops. No hospital. I didn't want to turn Brad into anyone because then he could rat me out, tell the authorities it was me somehow. I hadn't even done anything wrong but somehow he was making me feel guilty. This was so fucking unfair.

 

As I stomped down the hall, in my mind I raced through what I knew. We had met at a bar and had never seen each other before. He went back to my place, which he had obviously never been to before. Huh. Even if his friends had seen him leave with me, nobody actually knew where he went.

 

And his phone. He said it was dead at the bar. Was that true? If his phone had been dead all night, then even it didn't know where he was. AT&T or Verizon or whoever couldn't have tracked him to my place. It was all starting to come together in my mind. I needed to find his phone, to make sure it was really dead...

 

I burst into the living room and was immediately disappointed to see Kelsey sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and wearing a sweatshirt. The TV was on in front of her. She looked up at me. Fuck.

 

“Hey,” she greeted me, friendly and unassuming. Raising her eyebrow, she asked “How was your night?” The insinuation was obvious.

 

I love Kelsey. She's my bestie, but in that moment I was not in the mood to deal with other people.

 

“It was fine,” I said gruffly, brushing her off and immediately redirecting myself into the kitchen. Though the kitchen was still mostly open to the living room, putting a countertop between me and her made me feel more protected. I began rifling through cupboards absentmindedly, pretending I was looking for something.

 

“Just fine?” she said smugly. “Bad hookup then?

 

“Yeah the guy kinda sucked,” I said, trying to be cool.

 

“He left?”

 

“Uh... yeah. Yeah, he's gone.”

 

“You don't seem so sure of yourself,” she teased me. I didn't reply. After a moment she sighed. “Guys do suck.”

 

She must have gone back to watching her show because she didn't say anything else. I was thinking about what to do about Brad. His clothes. I needed to hide his clothes or get rid of them somehow. And find his phone. That's right. I needed a trash bag.

 

Bending over, I opened the cabinet under the sink to see if I could find our roll of trash bags. When my head was practically inside the cabinet, I heard the distant sound of glass shattering. Had that come from outside?

 

I yanked my head out from under the sink. Oh shit. That had come from my room. It was Brad.

 

Without saying a word, I rushed out of the kitchen and down the hallway back to my room.

 

“What was that?” Kelsey called after me, clearly confused. “Is everything ok?”

 

“Nothing! Everything's fine!” I shouted back to her. I was doing a really pathetic job of lying so far today.

 

Throwing open the door to my room, I glanced at the bedside table. The glass I had put Brad in was gone, and instead bits of shattered glass covered the floor next to my bed. My shrunken hookup was nowhere to be seen.

 

“Motherfucker!” I yelled out loud. I was pissed off and I wanted Brad to know it. Looking back on it, the glass I used as his make-shift prison hadn't been that heavy. He must have been able to tip it over from inside, or at least wobble it off the edge of the bedside table.

 

“Brad, you piece of shit!” I muttered loud enough for him to hear, wherever he was. “I'm going to fucking find you and make you pay!”

 

I quickly got down on my hands and knees, being careful not to touch any shards of glass. Brad couldn't have gotten far on his stupid little legs; my first guess was that he was under the bed.

 

Looking under my bed I could see the various boxes of old clothes and college stuff I had stored and forgotten about. It was dark and dusty underneath, so one by one I started pulling out boxes into the daylight. Peering under my bed, I darted my eyes around for any sign of that little shit.

 

“Hey what happened?” I heard Kelsey say behind me. Shit. I'd left my door open and she had come to see what was the matter. Before I could say anything she noticed the broken glass. “Oh my God!” she blurted out.

 

“Not a good time Kelsey!” I tersely replied, refusing to take my eyes off my search. I was irritated at everyone in my life right now.

 

Suddenly there was movement. I saw a blur out of the corner of my eye as I shifted a box. Brad! Though he was small he broke out into a sprint, running out from under the other side of my bed.

 

Spotting the mini-man, Kelsey let out a horrified scream. I could only imagine what insane thoughts were pounding through her mind at the moment, but I had no time to calm her down as I leaped up and jumped across the room. Brad was heading for the open door of the bathroom. It was cute watching him dart and weave between the broken remnants of my water glass on the floor, but he wouldn't be able to outrun me. Looming over him, he stumbled as I closed in.

 

I scooped his little naked body up from off the floor as Kelsey kept screaming and stumbled back out of my room. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!!” she shouted as my fingers pulled Brad higher off the floor.

 

Though Kelsey was howling like a banshee, I could also faintly hear Brad's little voice cussing me out. With too many things to deal with at once, I decided I needed to put Brad somewhere safe. Somewhere inescapable. I took a few steps into my bathroom and walked over to my bathtub. Pulling back the shower curtain, I peered into the tub. These tall, sloped walls would do just fine.

 

Without trying to be careful, I dropped Brad into my bathtub. He hit the bottom of it hard, and before he could get up and take in his new surroundings, I jammed the plug into the drain just in case. He wasn't going anywhere now.

 

Walking back into my room, which was still a mess, I confronted Kelsey. She was still in shock.

 

“Ew! Ew! Ew! EW!” she squealed in disgust when I looked at her. “What is going on in here?!”

 

I sighed. “It's a long story,” I admitted.

 

“Ok, you need to explain what the fuck that thing was you caught! It didn't have any fur on it!! Ew! Ew! Ew!”

 

“Yeah uh...” I didn't know what to say. Kelsey eyed me with mad suspicion as I stumbled through my thoughts.

 

“That wasn't a mouse, was it?” Kelsey asked me, finally bringing her voice down to a more tolerable level.

 

“No, it wasn't,” I said, trying not to lose myself to hysterics. I was starting to feel stressed out and overwhelmed again. “Kelsey, I don't know what the fuck is happening today! But there is some really weird fucking shit going on and I need your help.”

 

“My help?” she asked. “What are you talking about?”

 

Fuck it, I had to come clean to her. She was my best friend. If there was anyone I could tell about what had happened this morning, it was her.

 

“Ok, that thing you saw... that was a guy.”

 

“A guy?!” she replied. “What??”

 

“Yeah, the guy from last night I was with. I woke up and... well, I found him like that. He was small. Or something.”

 

Kelsey's eyes turned into dinner plates as she recoiled from me. Her face was a jigsaw puzzle of confusion and horror.

 

“Are you still drunk?” she finally asked.

 

“NO!” I burst out. I could feel myself losing it. The whole situation was too much. “He's in the fucking tub if you want to have a look! I don't know shit about what's going on, but yeah, there's a little fucking guy in my room and I have NO IDEA WHY!”

 

Yelling into her face seemed to have some kind of effect on Kelsey. Though she was still looking at me like I was nuts, she wasn't losing her shit anymore. Without a word, Kelsey walked past me and into the bathroom. I waited a moment, then sure enough she screamed.

 

“OH MY GOD!” she wailed. “HOLY SHIT WHAT THE SHIT?!”

 

I went back into the bathroom and came up behind her. Peering around her, I looked down into the tub. Brad's small little body was trying to climb up one of the steep bathtub walls, but he kept sliding back down. He was looking up at the two of us in wonderment and fear.

 

“See?! I fucking told you! He turned into a fucking leprechaun or something,” I scolded her. Relief immediately washed over me when I realized that Brad was now Kelsey's problem too. I wasn't in this by myself anymore. It was me and my best friend now, and together we had to solve our problem of the little man.

 

“Oh my God,” she said again, this time without shouting. Her mouth hung open and her hands were up at her face. She could hardly believe her eyes as she tried processing what was going on. Finally she said, “How'd... how'd he get so small?” She looked at me in disbelief.

 

“No fucking clue,” I hastily replied. “But yeah, I have no idea what to do with him now.”

 

Brad had temporarily stopped trying to escape and was now watching both of us. With the introduction of Kelsey, he tried his begging anew.

 

“Hey! Excuse me!” he shouted up to her. We both glanced back down at him in the tub. “You gotta help me, your friend here is trying to kidnap me! Call the cops! Get me out of here!”

 

“You didn't call the police yet?” Kelsey asked me, turning to look at me. I could tell she was nervous as hell and quite distressed too.

 

“Hell no I didn't call the cops!” I argued with her. “What are they gonna do except make our lives hell? You wanna to deal with the police all day? Have them snooping around here?”

 

Kelsey didn't respond to me but I saw her eyes drop. She knew I was right. I put a hand on her shoulder and kept talking.

 

“Look, I didn't cause this. If we get the police involved we'll never live normal lives again. And who knows what the cops will think about all this. Kelsey--”

 

I cut myself off and looked down at Brad. He looked so stupid down there, craning his neck up to see us. I was pissed at him for shrinking and upending my life. I wished he didn't exist.

 

“Let's talk about this in the living room,” I offered, looking back at Kelsey. “We need a plan.”

 

“Ok,” she agreed with me quickly. Our eyes locked for a telling moment and I knew she was onboard to conspire with me. I looked down at Brad again.

 

“Don't go anywhere,” I warned him even though he was trapped. I couldn't help myself. I almost giggled.

 

Leaving the bathroom, I closed the door just in case. Kelsey walked with me out of my room and back to the living room.

 

“Holy shit a mini-fucking-man,” she said out loud, still in disbelief. “Am I high right now?”

 

“I wish I was high as fuck,” I replied to her. But instead I was stone-cold sober and incredibly irritated.

 

Kelsey plopped down on the couch and started running her hands up and down her legs. She always did that when she was nervous. I took a seat in the chair next to her. The TV was on but Kelsey had paused whatever mindless Netflix show she had been watching.

 

“Ok, this is what I'm thinking,” I started explaining. “If we turn this guy over to anyone, this is never gonna end. There will be questioning. Lawyers. Bad shit. It'll take over our lives. We'll be famous, but in a bad way. That guy Brad in there is a little shit and a self-entitled pig in real life, and you know he'll find a way to make it suck for the both of us.”

 

Kelsey twitched her mouth and sighed. “Yeah, ok,” she acquiesced. “Who knows he's here right now?”

 

“No-bod-y,” I replied, stressing each syllable. It was the only good thing we had going for us. I explained the situation with his dead phone and his ambivalent friends. Not only did nobody know where he went at the end of the night, he still technically didn't know where he was. He was just at some random girl's apartment.

 

“That's good,” Kelsey said, relieved. “Let's say he disappears. Even if the police go looking for him and somehow it leads them to you, you can just say he left after you guys had sex. Haven't seen him since.”

 

“That's what I was thinking too,” I readily agreed. “No way they'll suspect I did anything. I mean, I didn't, but look at me.” I gestured to myself. I was just a regular girl. Five foot six. One hundred and forty five pounds. Big boobs with an ass that looked great parked in a pair of jeans.

 

“We need to throw out all his stuff,” Kelsey said.

 

“Yup. I need to find his phone too, make sure it's actually dead,” I added. My heart was thumping in my chest. I felt like I was conspiring to cover up a murder, trying get away with the perfect crime or something. It all felt awful and terrifying. But necessary.

 

“So what do we do with him then?” Kelsey finally asked.

 

I didn't have an answer for her. That was the real problem.

 

Kelsey narrowed her eyes and looked at me intently. I could tell she was uncomfortable. “You weren't planning on... you know, like killing him, were you?”

 

Though the idea had occurred to me, I couldn't bear to think of it. “No, I can't do that,” I admitted with a sigh. Kelsey immediately sat back on the couch looking relieved. “I mean, he's still a person? Kinda?”

 

“I guess so,” Kelsey said. “He's a douchebag though, right?”

 

“Yeah, just a dumb bro,” I affirmed.

 

“We could drop him off somewhere,” offered Kelsey. “Like drive down the freeway an hour and just leave him in a parking lot or something. Let him fend for himself.”

 

I considered it. It wasn't a bad idea. Even if someone discovered him and he told them what happened, he still didn't know where I lived. Or hell, what my name even was. It was a relatively clean idea.

 

But it didn't sit right with me. Sure, it was slightly possible that he could still eventually lead the cops or whoever back to me, but what really bothered me was the idea of abandoning him out in the middle of nowhere. I tried to imagine myself a few inches tall, trying to find food out in the world. A fucking bird could fly down and eat me. The more I thought about it, the more it seemed like a death sentence.

 

“Eh, I don't know Kelsey...” I finally replied after thinking about it. “It just... doesn't feel right just leaving him somewhere. It's basically the same as leaving him to die.”

 

I was torn. I didn't want to help Brad but I also didn't want to kill him. If there was a perfect way to get rid of him safely and guarantee he would shut up about what happened, I would do it. But the more I thought about it, the more impossible it seemed. I couldn't even get in touch with his friends or family without turning on his phone, and I was too terrified to do that. Using his contacts in there to ransom him off to someone would eventually bite me in the ass, I just knew it. Again, visions of lawyers and court rooms and litigation for the next five years paraded through my mind.

 

Was I being overly dramatic? Who knows. I just wanted the Brad thing resolved. I didn't want anyone to show up at my door some day in the future looking for him. I didn't want the entanglement of fixing his problem, but I also didn't want the guilt of killing him haunting me for the rest of my life.

 

Kelsey sullenly sighed when I shot down her last idea. “Fuck, then I don't know what to do about him. If you don't want to give him up then I guess you have to keep him!” She threw her arms up in the air in defeat. “You always keep saying you want to get a dog! Well, here ya go!”

 

Kelsey was such a drama queen sometimes. I scoffed at her remark. “You think I should keep him as a pet? Are you crazy?”

 

“Sure! Why not?” she argued with me sarcastically. “Fucking train him to sit and roll over for all I care.”

 

“Well we can't just kill him!” I shot back. I didn't like her stupid idea but for some reason I found myself defending it.

 

I realized I had Kelsey beat. I knew her, she wouldn't have been fine with killing him either. The thought of flushing him down the toilet like a dead goldfish gave me the chills.

 

“Goddammit,” she finally said, utterly exasperated. “Ok, we toss his clothes and his wallet and phone and all his stuff. Cover up that he was basically ever here. And then... keep him? What if he randomly grows back?”

 

“Ok, now you're just speculating, who the fuck knows what will happen to him,” I told her. “He might shrink again for all we know.”

 

“You know if we keep him as our pet, he's gonna be real pissed at us,” Kelsey said, giving me a weary look.

 

“Ok, but what's he gonna do?” I asked her. “He's like three inches tall! He's in my bathtub right now. He can't escape!”

 

“Wow, so you really just want to keep a pet guy around then.”

 

“A boy toy,” I spontaneously corrected her. It sounded absurd but it made me smile. “Yeah, I bet we could train him. He doesn't have to be our friend, he just has to do what we say.”

 

Kelsey raised an eyebrow at me. I had no idea where my thoughts were coming from, but I was stressed out and just blabbering now.

 

“I don't know, we could try it out for a few weeks or something,” I continued. “Worst case scenario we just say fuck it eventually and let him off into the wild like you suggested. But in the meantime, we could just keep him here.”

 

“Where are you going to keep him?” she asked me. “You're going to eventually have to use your shower.”

 

“We can put him in a jar or something, I don't know. Get him a hamster cage. A little wheel to run around on.”

 

That made Kelsey laugh. It was a silly thing to think about. But I weirdly kinda wanted to try it now. Brad had been such a boor with me that he probably deserved something like that. Plus, if we were gonna feed him and house him, he wouldn't have the right to talk back to us. We could make him do whatever we wanted.

 

“Ok, so if we keep him,” Kelsey said. “Now what?”

 

I thought for a moment. “I'll gather up all his stuff in a trash bag and walk it down the block. There's that dumpster behind that Chinese place I can toss it in. It'll all be gone. Then we go talk to him. Tell him we're keeping him and lay out the new rules.”

 

Kelsey didn't seem wholly pleased with me, but she was going to consent nonetheless.

 

“Look Kelsey,” I finally added, trying to sweeten up the plan, “we're going to have a guy in the house we can do anything with. Anything. He can paint out nails, scrub our floors, give us massages--”

 

“He's not gonna go along with any of that,” she countered.

 

“Oh he will,” I told her. “I'll fucking make him.”

 

I don't know what kind of look I flashed her, but I could tell from her reaction that she thought I was wickedly evil. And she liked it.

 

Now I was getting excited about the idea of having a little guy pet. Brad fucking owed me after how dumb he had been. Lost in the moment, my imagination swam with a whole host of ideas for how to train my new little boy toy.

 

 

 

 

About an hour later, Kelsey and I had cleaned up my room, gathered up all of Brad's stuff, and clandestinely dumped it in the big trash bin behind the restaurant down the street. Luckily we had found his phone still in the pocket of his pants, and sure enough it refused to turn on. The battery was dead, and I was relieved. In the entire time we had been erasing his existence, neither of us had gone into my bathroom to check on Brad. I was starting to look forward to the moment we were going to tell him about his new life.

 

I changed out of my dumpy pajamas and put on a pink blouse and a short black miniskirt. I knew he'd be able to see up it when I stood over him, which was exactly why I decided to wear it. Using Kelsey's bathroom, I freshened myself up and even put on a bit of makeup. I borrowed Kelsey's most scarlet fuck-me lipstick and applied it tastefully to my lips. I looked hot.

 

From the back of my closet I dug out my most ridiculously sexy pair of high heels and slipped them on my feet. The way they clacked against the wooden floors of our apartment when I walked sounded domineering and businesslike. I hoped it would terrify Brad. I felt a tingle go down my spine. This was going to be fun.

 

Kelsey was finally starting to get into the idea of permanently having a guy around the house, so she decided to doll herself up too. We had always enjoyed doing silly little spontaneous things together, and this just felt like another one of our adventures. When we were both ready, Kelsey and I beheld each other with pride. We looked like bad ass bitches. Both dressed to kill, sexy as hell. We knew how to make guys turn their heads, and we liked doing it. My hangover, now banished to the past, wasn't going to slow me down now. It was time to introduce Brad to his new life.

 

He must have heard us coming before we opened the door to my bathroom. Our heels were loud and in charge. As I opened the bathroom door I felt giddy with excitement. I was going to put Brad in his place and look great while doing it.

 

Kelsey and I walked in and over to the tub. Lording above it, we peered down ominously. There was Brad, huddled up and naked, unable to escape. He looked like he was shivering. It hadn't even occurred to me that he might have gotten cold while he waited for our return.

 

When he looked up at us, I could see the helplessness in his face. He knew he was screwed, that we weren't taking him to the hospital dressed like we were. Our smug grins certainly betrayed our intentions.

 

“Hey Brad,” I finally said, standing over him with my hands confidently on my waist. I had to look over my jutting breasts to see him all the way down at the bottom of the tub. “My friend and I have talked things over, and we decided what we're going to do with you.” He didn't say a word; instead he just sat there and silently accepted his fate. I'm sure his hour in solitary confinement hadn't helped his nerves.

 

“We're not taking you to the police,” I explained simply, “or to your friends. You're staying here. You're ours now. We own you. And there are going to be rules.” Just listening to myself, I couldn't believe I was saying this. I felt like I was roleplaying some weird game, but no! This was real! Somehow this itty bitty little man below me was actually there and he was going to be my live-in pet.

 

He rose to his feet and looked like he was about to speak, or maybe argue with us. My booming voice cut him off before he had a chance at a rebuttal.

 

“Brad, now that you're going to be our pet, we'll take care of you,” I told him condescendingly. I put my hands on my knees and leaned forward to get a better look at him. And intimidate him with my size. “We'll feed you and house you and take care of you. But-” I let that word linger for a moment, “you're going to take care of us.” My face lit up with a mischievous grin.

 

“If we say sit, you sit. If we say scratch our backs, you scratch our backs. If we want you to dance, you dance. Do you understand?”

 

He didn't reply. He just looked stunned. I could tell there was quite an internal battle occurring within his mind. I knew a part of him wanted to rage against us like the dumb jock he was, call us sexist slurs and fight us with all his pitiable strength. But the other side of him was keeping that in check-- so far. The primal side of him, the animal side, knew he was cornered and beaten. He may have wanted to call our bluff and see if we'd actually punish him for insolence or disobedience, but the risk right now was too great. He was genuinely afraid of us. A small part of me felt a little bad for him. He was having a terrible day.

 

Wait no, I shouldn't feel bad for him. He was about to be the pet of two sexy, young, and powerful women. I had so many plans for him, so many. What guy didn't have some kind of fantasy like this? It was going to be up to him whether he enjoyed it or not. But feeling a tingling in my groin, I knew I was definitely going to enjoy it.

 

Kelsey, who had silently let me monologue to our shrunken captive, finally spoke. Taking a step forward to get even closer to the tub, her heels echoed ominously against the bathroom floor. “Ok little man,” she said sternly, “Rule number one: Do not speak unless spoken to. Do you understand?”

 

Damn, Kelsey and I hadn't even talked about rules yet, but I couldn't complain about her first idea. We hadn't even figured out who was going to be the good cop or the bad cop, but clearly Kelsey was angling for the latter role.

 

Though she'd asked him a question, Brad looked at her silently in distress. “Do you understand?” she repeated herself angrily. I glared at Brad, doing my best to intimidate him.

 

He broke down. “Please!! Please just let me go! I'll never say anything-”

 

“Shut up!” Kelsey shouted at him. Squatting down and putting her hands on the lip of the tub, she engulfed his view. He took a few wobbly steps back away from her.

 

“Hey boy toy,” she told him calmly and assertively. “We've made the decision. You're ours now, ok? You've got a lot to make up for.”

 

The look on Brad's face was priceless. He was shocked. More than shocked. Here was some macho guy, used to having his way with the world-- especially his way with women-- suddenly rendered helpless and pathetic. Brad was a privileged and spoiled man and still couldn't quite comprehend how significantly his life had just changed. I felt a rush of power surge through me knowing that I was going to get the chance to teach this guy just where he belonged. No more treating women like objects, no more mansplaining, no more calling girls sluts. No, I was going to work this asshole over until he fucking worshiped us.

 

Determined to stop using his name, I said to him tersely, “Pet, she just asked you a question.”

 

He looked up at me, then back at Kelsey. Kelsey looked irritated and impatient.

 

“I... I...” he started to say, his mouth flapping like a suffocating fish trapped in the bottom of a boat. “Ok! Please! Don't hurt me!” He was finally giving in. Or so it seemed at the moment.

 

I smiled to myself as Kelsey stood back up to tower over him. “Rule number one,” she said again, “You do not speak, unless spoken to. Do you understand?”

 

“Yes. Yes I do.” he replied, hanging his head in defeat. I really thought he'd fight us more on this. Maybe he was going to play along until he had the chance to escape again? I decided to devote a small part of my attention to studying him and determining how genuine his acquiescence was.

 

Kelsey looked over to me with a perverted expression of glee plastered across her face. Without words, she communicated relief-- and excitement-- to me. Her eyes glittered with wonderment. I wasn't so sure we had him beat yet, but our introduction to him began.

 

Kelsey and I spent the next ten minutes or so indoctrinating Brad while he stood in my bathtub. We told him what his rules would be and what he could expect from his new life. Feeding off of each other, Kelsey and I kept making things up on the spot, realizing that this tiny guy was now truly stuck being our pet. Still in shock, Brad offered no resistance to our whims, but behind his little eyes I could tell he hadn't given up on himself yet. He was waiting.

 

I think the hardest part for me was trying to decide how cruel I could be to Brad. I didn't really want to hurt him, not physically at least, but even though he was obeying our little game for the time being, I knew his ego was too big to have utterly submitted to us yet. It reminded me of breaking in a dog; when you adopt it, you've got to be very firm in those first few days and lay down the rules fast. I knew eventually Brad would come around to accepting his new role in life, and who knows, maybe even enjoy it, but for now I was sure he still thought of himself as some alpha-type guy.

 

Standing proudly before him, I knew our commands to him wouldn't mean anything if we didn't back up our threats. Training succeeds not with words but with actions. Kelsey was certainly having the time of her life talking down to him, but what Brad really needed was some kind of show of force. He was a meathead, and the only way we were really going to get through to him would be breaking him physically, then mentally.

 

My mind raced to consider what we could do. While I didn't doubt we'd probably leave him in a shoebox at some point so he could stew in his own miserable solitude, what he really needed to experience this afternoon was a display of how much more powerful we were than him. Someone literally needed to dominate his little body. That was the most direct way to teach him his place in this house.

 

I certainly don't consider myself a kinky person, so I was a little surprised as to where all these thoughts started pouring in from. Something about seeing this attractive hunk of a guy standing submissively before me made me shiver in excitement. I could feel the energy running through my arms and legs and into my crotch. I shifted my legs a bit, rubbing them against each other. Oh yeah, there was definitely something going on there. I bit my lip. I was getting aroused.

 

And then it occurred to me what I had to do. Last night he'd fucked me for his own pleasure and simply used me until he was done. It was time to turn the tables on him. This was my house, and I made the rules. He was here to serve me.

 

“Hey pet,” I said down to him. He wasn't worthy of his real name anymore. Once again I leaned down to loom over him. My luscious lips and bountiful cleavage must have been quite a sight for him to take in from his perspective. I liked knowing that Brad was scared of me while still finding me attractive. I was experiencing all sorts of wonderful new feelings today.

 

“It's now time to break you into your new role,” I told him, trying to act serious. What I really wanted to do was grin like an idiot, but I wanted to seem cool and in control.

 

I reached my hand into the bathtub and he cowered under it before I picked him up. He struggled in my hand a bit, but mostly because I think he was nervous as hell. If I had been him, I surely would have been scared shitless.

 

“Hey Kelsey,” I said to my friend, casually disregarding Brad in my hand. “I'm going to need a little time with our new boy toy right now. Can let you have him when I'm done in a little bit?”

 

Kelsey looked at me with amazement; she knew exactly what I was insinuating. It was subtle but it almost looked like she was licking her lips. Her face flashed me a “get it girl!” kind of look. She was completely onboard for what I had in store for him, and would probably want her turn next.

 

“Alright, I'll be finishing my show,” she said, trying not to smile too much. “Want me to close the door on the way out?”

 

“Yes, please,” I answered her.

 

We exited the bathroom together and Kelsey continued out of my room, grabbing the door handle behind her. She flashed me a jealous smile of approval before closing the door, giving me and my new toy some alone time.

 

With the sound of the door shutting, I brought Brad's naked and trembling body right up to my face. I could tell worry and apprehension consumed him, which caused me to smirk. I must have looked absolutely wicked and sinister, and I was quickly falling in love with my new self.

 

“Now pet,” I said haughtily, “from now on my pleasure comes before yours. That is, if you are allowed any at all.” He was shaking but he could not take his eyes off my face. In my hand he looked like a deer about to be steamrolled by an eighteen wheeler. “You have some serious atoning to do for your lackluster performance last night,” I told him, barely containing my excitement.

 

Though I had admired his ability to keep himself together thus far, he finally resumed his pathetic pleading.

 

“Please! Let me go, please!” he burst out.

 

“I didn't ask you to speak!” I warned him. But he continued to break down. I couldn't believe it but he began crying! The dumb guy was sobbing!

 

Held firmly in my hand, my new toy began flailing and weeping, blubbering on about wanting to be released and promising to never tell anyone about me. He really didn't get it; nobody in this world could help him now. He was just a few inches tall! If anything, me and Kelsey were doing him a favor by keeping him. As I became more and more certain of my gracious charity to not only house him but tolerate him, I became more and more displeased by his outburst.

 

I shook him in my hand. “Listen here asshole!!” I shouted at him forcefully. Momentarily stunned, he refocused back on me. “Nobody can save you except me! You want help? Convince me. You're my pet now, my toy. I own you. You're not a man anymore, you're my property. If you ever want to be a man again, it's up to me. Got it?”

 

He sniffled back his tears and looked at me with dejected ire. We stared at each other as moments flickered by, the two of us locked in a battle of wills. I was determined to keep myself up, to show no hints of a cracking resolve. His little heart must have been wondering how much more rebellion and punishment it could take. What he said next surprised me.

 

“Wh... what... what do you want me to do?” he meekly stammered.

 

I had conquered him. He was now mine.

 

I couldn't believe that I'd gotten this far. Kelsey and I had basically committed the perfect crime. There was no trace of Brad left in this world; no one who went looking for him would ever be able to find him. He was a nobody now. And the biggest coup was right here in my hand; even Brad didn't know where to find Brad anymore. He was now my pet.

 

I could barely contain myself. I honestly can't remember a single moment in which I've felt more excited to be alive. It was like every Christmas morning as a kid wrapped up into one.

 

“I will show you, but you will do exactly as I tell you,” I informed him curtly. “If I find you not putting in enough effort, it'll become very uncomfortable for you. You're going to get me off.”

 

Before he could react I swiftly lowered him down to the bed, dumping him onto my sheets. I was practically gushing now and couldn't wait to get out of my clothes. I slipped off my heels as I watched him to make sure he wouldn't run, but he sat on my bed with a dazed look on his face. I quickly unzipped my skirt and dropped it to my feet; as I stepped out of it I was already taking off my blouse. It wasn't a very sensual strip show, but I held Brad's gaze nonetheless. Reaching my fingers behind my back, I unclasped my bra. My breasts bounced free.

 

I couldn't tell if Brad beheld me in wonderment or terror. I guess the two aren't very far from each other. Guys usually stare at my breasts, I can't help that, but I think Brad was experiencing something different. Yeah, they're perky and big, and my nipples always look like they're begging to be sucked. But my tits positively dwarfed Brad now. I finally concluded he must be scared of them. A guy was scared of my boobs! Another wave of pleasure surged through my body.

 

My fingers daintily tugged down my panties, giving Brad a front row seat to ogle my crotch. He certainly hadn't taken a look at it last night before plunging his cock into it. I keep my pubic hair down there neat and trimmed, but I'm sure what he was really noticing was the heady smell of my arousal invading his nostrils. I could even smell it myself. I hadn't showered since before last night, so I was really pungent. And I could definitely feel that I was already really wet.

 

He was looking straight at my pussy. “You two are going to get to know a lot more about each other,” I casually remarked to him, putting a hand seductively on my hip. “Wanna dive in?” I asked. He quickly glanced up at me in horror and stumbled backwards when he saw I wasn't joking. Man versus pussy, I wondered, who would win? My money was on my vagina, but I wanted to see how much of a fight he would put up first.

 

I crawled onto the bed above Brad, my boobs swinging down and bouncing together as I positioned myself on the mattress. Planting my ass down onto my sheets, I sprawled out my legs, making sure to set them on either side of him. If he was going to try fleeing from me, I wanted to make it difficult. I rested my hands on my thighs and watched Brad expectantly as he lingered in the valley between my legs. My pussy was aching to be touched, and I had just the little man for the job.

 

“Alright pet,” I informed him, dropping my playfulness and putting my serious face back on. I lorded over him like a queen as he stood transfixed in front of my womanhood, hanging on to each of my next words in fear:

 

“Here's how it's going to be; guys like you are always thinking about pussy-- always thinking about what they're going to get from it. But you? Not anymore. What you're going to start prioritizing is what you're going to give to pussy. My pussy, Kelsey's pussy... No more thinking about yourself anymore; you're going to start thinking about what you're going to do for me.”

 

As I let my last words hang out there, I used two of my fingers to lewdly spread open my labia so Brad could gaze into my sopping wet vagina. I could feel my cum sticking to my fingers and to the folds of my pussy as more of my juices trickled out, slowly dripping onto my sheets.

 

“See it?” I taunted him. He was petrified. “Don't make it angry,” I warned him. “Please it. You won't like it when it's angry.”

 

Listening to myself, I thought I sounded silly but I knew it was intimidating Brad. He hadn't moved from where I'd dropped him on the bed, and as I watched him cower in front of my looming sex, I knew he was scared. My body was overwhelming him and he hadn't even touched it yet! I loved the dirty feeling it gave me. I had a boy all to myself, to pleasure me and bend to my every whim. And all I needed was a finger to push him around. The power trip was intoxicating.

 

My face blossomed into a ditzy smile; I could barely contain myself at this point. I was drunk with lust and had to fight every urge telling me to simply pick up Brad and shove him head-first into my pussy.

 

I curled a finger at him and gestured to him to come closer. “Come here and touch it,” I seductively ordered him. “It won't hurt you,” I added, knowing it was a full-on lie. My pussy could absolutely pummel his little body if I wanted it too.

 

Brad was terrified, but he wasn't running. My pussy had him transfixed. I could tell the better part of him wanted him to escape, but something about my gooey sex was holding him in place. Guys are so easy. Deep down, I knew he wanted to touch it. A potent cocktail of fear and lust must have been pumping through his little brain.

 

With a tentative step towards me, I knew Brad was mine. He couldn't resist my pussy even if he wanted to. It was like the smell of my arousal had brainwashed his little male mind, and like a spider ensnaring its next meal, my vagina eagerly waited as Brad inched himself closer.

 

“That's it... good boy,” I encouraged him as he timidly approached my womanhood. With my ass cushioning me on the bed, my sex towered higher than him, leaving my clit out of his reach. He might have stood about as tall as my labia, but behind them I knew my vagina was much deeper than his entire body. I couldn't wait to get him inside of me.

 

He raised a hand, and I almost lost it when I saw his arm trembling. When he placed it on my lips, I cooed at his sensitive touch. It was light, but electric.

 

“Oh yeah,” I whispered, fluttering my eyes. I wanted Brad to know he was doing the right thing.

 

Getting the message, he brought his other hand up and began carefully rubbing my labia, which were already glistening with dew. My secretions made his touch feel slippery and extra sensitive, and even though I could detect some hesitancy on his end, it still felt wonderful. Well, at least good enough for a start. I expected more than foreplay from him.

 

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, savoring the moment. I had this man under control, pleasuring me with his insignificant body. I tried not to overthink it, but my horny mind was racing.

 

As he slowly rubbed his hands on my lips, I thought it felt kind of like a guy going down on me, except the sensation was much softer and much more controlled. The kinds of guys I hookup with don't usually pay much attention to pleasing me. This was something else. This was worship. I felt like a selfish lover and I was perfectly ok with it. After so many dull hookups, I deserved this.

 

I probably spent about a minute lost in bliss, reacting to each of Brad's moves. But soon my pussy was ready for more and Brad was stubbornly refusing to take the creative reins of the moment. Was he looking for some more direction from me?

 

To be honest, his small size was a problem. There wasn't much he could do on his own. If I commanded him to crawl into me and he somehow obeyed, I wasn't even sure he could pull himself up into my vagina, even if he wanted to. I was too slippery, too out-of-reach, and too impatient.

 

“Faster,” I mumbled out to him, keeping my eyes closed. I wanted to see if he could work me up any higher. I knew his arms must have been starting to tire but I couldn't have cared less.

 

Waiting for him to increase his tempo, instead I felt him pull away. Pausing a moment before opening my eyes to check on him, I looked down to see him making a run away from me. That asshole! Here I thought he'd finally submitted himself to me, but instead he was just waiting for the opportunity to defy me. What a meathead.

 

It was almost kind of cute watching him flee from my pussy. I could see his turgid cock bouncing around in front of him as he pumped his legs across my bed; obviously he'd been partially aroused by the whole situation. But even as he bolted away, there was no way he could outrun me at his size.

 

“You bitch!” I shouted at him. Looking over his shoulder, Brad glared at me in fear. He must have known he was doomed.

 

He had just passed my knees when I dropped my finger onto him, pushing him into the spongy mattress. I could have crushed him, but instead I held him firmly. Deftly, I flipped him onto his back so I could look him in the eye and tell him to his face how bad he'd fucked up.

 

“Do you really think you can get away from me?” I asked him angrily. I must have been quite a vision to him, my eyes wantonly dissecting him while my large breasts jiggled seductively as my body shook in anger.

 

“Don't hurt me!” he begged pathetically. Ugh. Not more of this.

 

I brought my other hand to my pussy and stuck a finger into my slit. As I scooped out some of my cum onto my finger, my vagina squelched loudly. God I was wet and horny.

 

“Ok pet,” I started again once more, “you're here for me to use you. If you don't want to do what I say, then so be it. It's your fucking funeral.” I was losing my patience with Brad.

 

Keeping him pinned, I brought my cum-soaked finger out for him to see. My sticky, milky discharge absolutely coated it. Without saying anything more, I moved it right above Brad. His eyes ballooned like cantaloupes.

 

I dropped my gooey finger straight onto Brad's face. I couldn't hear if he screamed but at that point my cum was getting smeared all over his head and upper body. He began thrashing desperately, but he couldn't even overpower my one cum-soaked finger. I pummeled him unmercifully with my arousal; he looked like he was in hell and I loved it. I could see my sticky fluid gooping between my finger and his body. The cum was dripping greedily onto him, pooling on his face and collarbone. Brad began coughing as it rushed down into his mouth. He looked like a mess.

 

As he writhed helplessly, my finger returned to my pussy for more. Briefly savoring the sensation of fingering myself, I returned another fresh load of my girl cum to his face. Now he was basically drowning in my goo.

 

“Toy, if you had just done what I said, none of this would be happening right now,” I said calmly as I continued to lather up his face and his body. He was getting drenched in my tacky secretions. I was definitely in charge now after basically cum-boarding him.

 

“Stop! Stop! I give up!” he begged. “I'll --cough-- do whatever --cough-- you want me to!” He could barely speak anymore as he was guzzling so much of my cum.

 

“No bitch,” I told him firmly. “You lost that chance. You're fucked!”

 

Before he could scream I picked up his sticky, wiggling body. He was a slippery mess; I could see my cum matting down his hair and covering his eyes and his ears. It was like I'd been sitting on his face all day. The scale of my sex compared to him absolutely astounded me.

 

Pulling him up to my pussy, I pushed him squarely between my labia. God, the feeling was incredible! He wasn't inside me; I wanted to wait a little longer for that. But squished between my lips I could feel my labia embracing him like the fleshy blankets they were. Keeping a finger to his back, I slowly began rubbing him up and down my slit. His arms and legs bucked madly as he fought to orient himself, but to me it felt good.

 

Dragging him up to the top of my vulva, his head finally bumped against my long-neglected clit. My whole crotch exploded in a burst of pleasure as I audibly gasped. Fuck! It was so sensitive, but so good. I couldn't stop myself.

 

Using my finger, I proceeded to batter his face against my clit, which I could feel engorging with every ministration. My mouth hung open and I couldn't stop myself from moaning; I felt like my sex had been possessed by a demon. This was way better than masturbation; I loved how I could control Brad in exactly the way I wanted to. His head bumping against my clit, combined with his arms and legs kicking into my labia, was a spectacular feeling. Better than any vibrator I had ever used.

 

It took every ounce of self-control for me to pinch Brad's body and finally pull him away from my vulva. I could see trails of cum connecting him to my womanhood as it ached at his departure. Gasping fresh air, Brad tried to scream, cough, and breathe all at once. I certainly didn't want to suffocate him with my cloying arousal, but damn was it going to be hard not to.

 

I didn't give him more than a couple seconds before I knew what I wanted to do with him next. I could have punched his face repeatedly with my clit and orgasmed eventually, but I wanted to claim the ultimate prize: I wanted to push him into my vagina.

 

Absolutely consumed by lust, I brought him down to the entrance to my pussy, legs first. Stunned by the last round with my clit, he wasn't resisting me and I easily positioned him at just the right angle. Slowly pushing him into me, I felt his feet on the entrance to my pussy. It was time.

 

With a simple flick of my wrist I plunged my new toy into my pussy. I felt his tiny feet enter me first, quickly followed by his legs and then his torso. My pussy held him firmly but softly as I penetrated myself with Brad's entire body. His arms were pushed above his head as I heard him cry out in surprise and terror.

 

Readjusting my grip on him, I used a finger to bump his shoulders past my labia. I was so wet at this point that there was no resistance; with a deafening and well-lubricated squelch I slipped Brad completely inside of me. Oh. My. God.

 

I really can't truthfully describe the sensation. He felt smaller than a penis, and didn't really fill me up. But oh man, when he went all the way in he came alive and began thrashing uncontrollably. Vibrators can sometimes feel inhuman and industrial, but everything about Brad's spasms felt organic and passionate. Despite his arms being in a bad position above his head, his legs were strong enough to kick against the walls of my pussy. He must have been trying to hurt me, but to me it felt wonderful.

 

I wanted to keep him inside of me forever, but I knew he would probably suffocate. But before that happened, I wanted to see what he was capable of. Could he even get out of me if he wanted to?

 

I could vaguely feel his fingers tickling the entrance of my vagina. Using two of my much larger fingers, I spread my labia wide open, hoping to allow some air up into my pussy for Brad. He was still squirming aggressively, much to my delight, and slowly it felt like he might be trying to shimmy his way out of my sopping sex.

 

His arms started flexing as I felt him slowly starting to slip out. He'd figured out some kind of rhythm with his arms and legs. At this point he was practically swimming in my pussy, hoping feverishly to escape.

 

I didn't feel his head slip out of me but I heard it; he was making some animalistic sound. I couldn't tell if it was fear or pain. Quickly he leveraged his arms against my vulva to pop his shoulders out of my vagina, and once he'd sprung his upper body free, his torso and legs rapidly slid out of my sex. He must have thought he'd accomplished quite a feat and was probably proud of himself, but he didn't know that I had let him escape. I could have flexed my kegel muscles at any point and turned my pussy into a vice. I probably could have even broken a few of his little ribs that way if I had really wanted to be cruel.

 

I watched him sputter in a puddle of my gunk as he caught his breath. He was covered head to toe in my cum and smelled just like my pussy. He must have been absolutely humiliated by now. I couldn't help but retain my fascination with my new plaything. This was so weird and at the same time so cool. Every girl looked forward to getting a new sex toy, but not every girl got to have a living sex toy like me.

 

Brad couldn't even bring himself to stand up. He was curled up in a little ball between my legs as my oozing pussy loomed over him triumphantly. He was rubbing his eyes, no doubt trying to get all of my cum out of them so he could see again. Watching him try to recover from what I'd done to him kept me hot and ready for more.

 

I reached down to pinch his little body again, and when my fingers grabbed him he wailed, no doubt knowing whatever I was planning wouldn't be good for him. Looking at him disdainfully, I wanted to do nothing more than to push him right back into my pussy. So I did.

 

I slipped him into my womanhood in one fell swoop this time. And just like that he was gone, deep inside of me. I could gleefully feel everything he was doing to me, but to the rest of the world he was invisible, nonexistent. It was such a power trip. I had erased him from the face of the earth with just my pussy.

 

Before I knew what I was doing I was climbing out of my bed. I have a long, full-length mirror on the wall that I get dressed in front of, and I took a step over to it. I could see my reflection in all my naked glory. My brown hair, my perky breasts, my thin waist, my flaring hips, my luscious thighs, and my cute feet. And the absolutely mischievous grin on my face. I looked good in the nude.

 

But what was so amazing about this vision in front of me was that I couldn't even see the secret inside my body. This sexy woman in front of me had an entire man inside of her. And you couldn't even tell! He was battling for his life against my vagina but nobody else could tell he was even there. I completely dominated him. I almost came right then and there. It was an utterly divine and empowering feeling. I owned this man. My body owned him.

 

I wanted to stand there all day and look at myself in the mirror as I effortlessly dominated Brad, but I could feel him slowly slipping out of me. And that was even if he didn't suffocate first inside of my pussy. His ministrations inside my vagina were beginning to ebb.

 

Reaching a couple of fingers inside of me, I found him and pulled him out. The great wet slopping sound of my lips giving away their quarry told me he was out of me again, and he weakly struggled in between my fingers as I brought him up to my face to behold him. He was incredibly wet from my secretions and I did my best not to let him slip out of my grasp.

 

I gazed upon this abused and beaten little man. Brad looked absolutely contemptible. He looked as if he'd just barely survived a heavyweight boxing match; his limbs were ragged and bruised and his face had been pummeled. Barely able to open his eyes since my cum was mostly gluing them shut, Brad did his best to look at me and guess what was coming next.

 

What was cumming next was me.

 

I didn't say anything to him as I climbed back onto my bed. Lying down, I dangled him above my head. He could barely move his body anymore, which was a shame considering what I still needed from him.

 

“I'm going to use you now to make myself cum,” I told him flatly. “The more effort you put into it, the sooner it will be over.”

 

I thought I might have heard him moan as I swiftly lowered him down to my waiting pussy. I was done with all the foreplay; now I was finally going to fuck him.

 

Though it might have made more sense for Brad breathing-wise to insert him into me feet first, there would be nowhere ideal for me to grab his body. But if I stuck him into me headfirst, I could pinch his calves much more easily with less risk of permanently damaging his fragile body. At least I didn't have to apologize to him afterward.

 

As I pushed him against my vulva, Brad's hands weakly went up to try stopping me. But I was too strong and quite frankly way too slippery. Instead of pushing back against me, Brad's slick hands penetrated me first, making it easy to line up the rest of his body. Gripping his legs somewhere down near his ankles, I plunged him right in.

 

Who knows if he was screaming into the cavern of my womanhood or if he'd finally given up protesting. It didn't matter to me though as I unmercifully began pumping him in and out of my needy pussy. His body felt firm against the softness of my vagina, but I knew it probably felt like hell to him. I didn't care. It felt fucking fantastic.

 

I masturbated myself with Brad's body. In and out, in and out. Like a piston I jacked him into me as my pussy gushed around him and squeezed him like a tube of toothpaste. If he was wrestling against me I simply couldn't tell; I was in command now and was using him to cum. I wasn't keeping track of time, but when I occasionally remembered I drew him out of my pussy so he could briefly catch his breath and replenish his oxygen supply. Each time I did he gasped, so I knew I hadn't killed him.

 

This must have continued for a few minutes. I loved the sensation of his shoulders slipping into me at each thrust, and it made me hot thinking about how dark and squishy it must have felt for him deep inside of me. I pumped him back and forth, consumed and awed by the fact that this little man was now mine and I could use him anytime I fancied an orgasm. Thinking back to how sexy it had felt looking at myself in the mirror with him completely inside of me, I began brainstorming all the sexual ways I could hide him on my body. How hot would it be to go out in public with Brad trapped in my panties, nestled up against my crotch?

 

Oh God. I could feel it. My orgasm was coming.

 

It started out deep inside of me. Beating Brad harder into my pussy, the sensation accelerated up to my sex until I lost control of it. My orgasm crashed into me and I let out a feminine yell. My pussy spasmed as the sheer pleasure overwhelmed me and dopamine flooded my brain. The levee breached and the fire of pleasure coursed through my body. I could feel it in my head, my nipples, and down all the way to my toes. And most of all in my vagina.

 

The best orgasms consume you so utterly that you practically black out. My mind went blank as I savored the delicious sensation of a good cum. Wow. I couldn't even remember the last time I gushed so hard. I definitely hadn't from a drunken hookup in the past. But this... this was wonderful.

 

I could feel my vagina contracting from my orgasm, and I realized it must have been crushing Brad within me. I yanked him out and dropped him in a gooey pile under my pussy as I let the rest of my orgasm surge through my body. Damn, this was a long one! My vagina kept dilating as I did my best to squeeze out the last vestiges of my pleasure. When it finally concluded I was drenched in sweat and lying in a daze. I hardly wanted to move my body. I was content and relaxed, and all the aggression and stress inside of me had blissfully flowed out.

 

Remembering my unwilling sex toy, I sat up and looked between my legs. Brad lay between them, unmoving and looking even more pitiable than before. Was he dead? Had I killed him?

 

I poked him gingerly and he flinched. Thank God the little guy hadn't croaked. I didn't want to lose him now after I'd finally experienced what he was capable of. I realized Kelsey and I were going to have to come up with some sort of system to not only share him, but make sure we didn't push him too far. Compared to us, he was definitely breakable. And I knew Kelsey, she was just as sexually voracious as I.

 

I left Brad on my bed as I went to the bathroom to clean up. In his state I knew he was stunned, aching, and definitely going nowhere. Returning after a minute, I found him still lying in a pool of my cum on the bed, which had started drying on him. His skin was looking flakey as the remains of my arousal hardened around him. I was going to have to clean him up.

 

Looking over him, still naked, I watched him lift his head up painfully and notice me. I just stood there, my eyes affixed to him like searchlights, absolutely dazzled by the thought of possessing him. He could barely see out past all the cum drying in his eyes, but he gave me a pathetic look. Staring into his soul, I could see he had finally given up. My pussy had broken him.

 

He lay his head back down, abused and exhausted. Like a good pet, he didn't utter a word. I owned him now. Utterly.

 

It was then, in that profound moment of contentment, that I realized my life had changed. Brad and I, two strangers who first met last night, would now be connected to each other forever. Him, the small one and I, the big one. And I admitted to myself, with a smirk upon my satisfied face, that it's definitely good to be the big one.