The
most shocking thing about Sadie's childhood bedroom to Grant was how
well it fit the towering punk goddess that he had come to know so
well.
When he
had pushed his way out of her backpack the night before, the tiny man
had been expecting to find a garish clash of girly childish décor
and band posters. Instead, Grant found himself staring up at an
immense dresser of black wood with a matching end table beside her
bed, which had a cushioned black velvet headboard rising above its
dark sheets. There were band posters but they competed for space with
random sketches tacked directly onto the wall and carefully placed
paintings and photographs. A desk dominated one corner of the room
with shelves positively crammed with books built into the walls above
it.
Along
the shelves he spotted more mementos and photos. Trophies and medals
for races she had participated in were clustered around a photo of
her in a blue and white track outfit, her arms around a tall dark
skinned girl with thin locs pulled back from her face, both of them
covered in sweat. A jar filled with guitar picks and pieces of wood
he assumed were drumsticks sat next to a binder labeled 'Set Lists'.
There was even a framed photo of her rush class, where she squatted
alongside Cassidy and Tiffany with a big grin on her face, that sat
beside a carved set of Greek letters with only a few pink flecks of
paint still clinging to the weathered wood.
She had
hitched a ride home with one of her sorority sisters, a girl named
Michelle who Grant had rarely seen that semester. They passed the
time complaining about how difficult it was to break in Doc Martens
and trading news about who was dating who in the Greek Community. The
other giantess had brought up Isaac's name with an obvious question
but Sadie had simply laughed before adding, “Nope, I've kept things
locked up tight this semester, like a proper lady.”
“Same,”
Michelle let out an annoyed groan before adding, “I'm just so over
boys, honestly. I hung out with more queer people this year and maybe
next semester I'll finally lock down one of the futches I've been
flirting with.”
“God,
I'm honestly jealous. Being straight is such a prison sometimes...”
They
both had laughed before going back to gossiping, the car ride passing
surprisingly quickly. Michelle hesitated when the car came to a stop
and from her questions, Grant gathered that the house they had pulled
up to was dark and set back from the road. But his prison had shook
while Sadie explained that her dad didn't like to waste electricity
and went to bed early, so it always looked abandoned at night.
He
could hear the concern in Michelle's voice and the girl's car idling
while Sadie's feet crunched on snow and gravel below. Eventually the
car roared away and doors rattled in their frames from the girl
walking into her home, not even announcing herself to the otherwise
quiet house.
She had
dropped him off in her room with the rest of her bags before walking
right back out, only to return a few minutes later with a plate in
her hand. “C'mere, little dude,” the redhead cooed while kicking
her door closed, “Dad made meatloaf.”
He
scurried after her and knelt down at her feet when she sat down at
her desk, her jaw grinding away while her lips spread into a smile.
Her hand came down and one blurry second later, he found himself next
to the wide plate staring at a couch sized pile of mashed potatoes,
spears of asparagus as long as him, and a heavy slab of meatloaf that
made his mouth water. Her fork speared down into the loaf and pushed
a slender piece to the edge of the plate followed by a portion of
mashed potatoes the size of his fist. Settling down, he ate her
scraps like he always did, the sound of her chewing both mesmerizing
and terrifying.
Grant
awoke to powerful quakes in the blue predawn light, dazed and
confused after a late evening spent rubbing and nuzzling against
Sadie's feet while she mindlessly scrolled on her laptop and phone.
Peering out through the zipper of her platform Doc Marten, he saw a
pair of well worn work boots pounding down against her plush carpet.
Her
father wore a thick set of black coveralls and a heavy work jacket
over it as he leaned down over her bed. Unlike his daughter, the
giant was clearly a tall man who happened to share her stocky build,
making him loom like a skyscraper over Grant's world.
“Morning,
sweetie,” he cooed softly while she rustled under her blankets,
“You don't have to get up, I just wanted to say welcome home.”
“Thanks,
Daddy,” her voice rumbled from somewhere on the immense bed, far
wider and taller than the one she had at school. Her father started
to lean back when Grant watched her pale fingers reach out, utterly
dwarfed by his palm, “Thanks for saving me a plate last night, it
was really good.”
“Of
course, pumpkin,” the huge hand engulfed hers, giving it a loving
squeeze, “I'm glad you're back.”
“Me
too,” a yawn echoed out before she added, “Love you.”
“Love
you too,” the world began to shake as he turned away only to be
stopped by Sadie's grip once again, “What is it, pumpkin?”
“Watch
out for my slave, Daddy. I shrank one this semester, just like Mom
did...”
Despite
the shadows playing across the room, Grant could see the man's
grizzled face frown as his piercing blue eyes scanned the floor,
“Yours also a little guy?”
“Uh
huh, don't hurt him though, he's nice...”
“As
long as he isn't a little perv.”
Grant's
heart skipped a beat, the giant's intonation was almost exactly like
Sadie's but something about hearing the word thunder from a giant
man's chest left him trembling.
“Daddy,
do you think I'd have kept him so long if he was?”
“No,
I know you wouldn't,” he chuckled, “I'd guess he's well, uh,
whatever the PC term for it is these days...”
Sadie
simply giggled beneath her comforter, “Just don't squash him,
Daddy.”
“I'll
be careful...” the giant's laughter was warm as he lifted one boot
up and then the other, his frown now an amused grin as he inspected
his tread, “And I thankfully didn't squish him already...”
“Have
a good day at work,” she yawned, “Love you.”
“Love
you too, pumpkin,” her father whispered back, still not looking at
where his booted feet landed as he strode back across her room,
shutting the door behind him.
Grant
stood there shaking, his eyes locked on the carpet fibers that
remained trampled in the wake of the giant man. Sadie's lips sleepily
smacked together and her bedframe groaned before her voice boomed
out, “Watch his steps, little dude, he doesn't take the care that
we do on campus...”
The
little man's knees gave out as he dropped onto the damp insole
beneath him, wondering if Sadie really thought she or any of her
gigantic sorority sisters watched where they walked in their huge
mansion. He found himself unable to go back to sleep while Sadie
easily fell into a deep slumber, suddenly wondering how he would
survive winter break with her behemoth of a father stomping about and
clearly less than thrilled at Grant's existence. To keep his mind off
of it, he slipped out of the zipper and crawled around the boot, spit
shining it to perfection while the sun grew stronger through the
thick curtains that hung in front of Sadie's window.
He
watched her rise from bed hours later, her bleary eyes not even
glancing down while her pale feet smashed against the carpet. The
little man remained huddled between her now pristine boots, listening
to the distant sound of her moving through the house; first in the
bathroom and then down a flight of stairs. She returned a few minutes
later, several bites into a banana while scrolling through her phone.
Sadie
stopped a few feet from him, her bare feet sinking into the plush
carpet while her black painted toenails wiggled. Her thumb flew
across the screen after a moment while she pulled off a small hunk of
banana then crouched toward the floor.
Even
though she had said nothing, Grant jogged forward and came to a stop
just in front of the chunk. Rising up onto the tips of his toes, he
pulled at the heavy fruit, shoveling fistfuls of it into his mouth
before he began to lick her fingers clean.
He
could feel her gaze on him as he worked diligently, desperate to
leave not a single smudge of banana on her hand. Her giggle made him
blush but he kept licking, knowing that just because she found his
diligence amusing didn't mean she expected any less of him.
When
her hand finally lifted away and he stumbled down onto his knees at
her feet, Grant lifted his chin to stare up at her. The glistening
fingertips brushed against thick flannel pajama bottoms before
returning to her phone hanging overhead.
“I've
got an old track teammate who's on a long run right now. So I'm going
to join her for the last third since she'll pass by here. You can
just...” Her blue eyes glanced across the room, which was largely
clean except for the clothes that had already spilled out of her
bags, “I don't know, do whatever it is you do when I'm gone.”
“Of
course, boss!”
Her
lips cracked into a smile as she tossed the peel into a small
trashcan beside her desk then quickly shed the baggy clothes she had
worn to bed. Grant couldn't pull his eyes away from her milky
tattooed flesh when she bent down to dig her running clothes out of a
suitcase, the black tights clinging to her shapely legs and the
jacket she layered over her tanktop tight enough to show off her
body. She didn't bother putting on her Hokas before leaving the room,
simply snatching them up between her gloved fingers before letting
out a happy sigh.
“Be
good.”
The
command sent a faint shiver down Grant's spine while the world shook
beneath her pounding feet.
An urge
to obey filled his tiny body when he heard a door open and shut far
below. Rising to his feet, Grant paced about the room to hunt down
every errant dust bunny or forgotten scrap of trash that lay hidden
in the depths of her childhood bedroom. He was just tall enough to be
able to pitch them over the top of the wastebasket, where they fell
down atop the already browning banana peel. Walking around the room,
he momentarily wished that he was large enough to unpack her things
so that everything would be put away by the time she got back.
The
thought sent another shudder through his body as he imagined himself
bigger than he was but still nothing but a pint-sized servant to her.
Imagining her hand engulfing his head rather than his whole body made
Grant's knees go weak and his member twitch. She could guide his
whole head right to her womanhood, forcing his tongue to work her
folds and clit while she simply sat there with her legs spread wide.
Somehow though he knew that he would still end up shoved aside by one
of her monumental toys, the vibrator making his teeth rattle when it
brushed against him on its way inside her. He'd kneel before her
while she pleasured herself, working his own cock desperately while
she moaned some giant's name.
Grant
smacked his tiny fist against the plush carpet, struggling to contain
himself as the strange scenario filled his little body with ecstasy.
A moan escaped his lips and his hand went down to work his stiff
member when he heard the door crash open and shut.
Fearing
that her father had returned, the little man desperately tried to
think of something unsexy. The old adage to 'think about baseball'
filled his head but that only reminded him of Cassidy trying to
entice Tiffany and Sadie to join the Sorority softball team that
spring. Both girls had declined but Grant's mind was suddenly aflame
imagining the trio in cleats with tall socks accentuating their
powerful calves.
Another
whine escaped his lips as the image of Sadie in nothing but a
baseball jersey and cap filled his head.
Feet
pounded up the stairs alongside thunderous breaths.
The
door to the room flew open and Grant practically threw himself down
at the sneaker-clad feet that pounded into the room. He kissed
Sadie's black and white Hokas while she laughed in response, clearly
too amused by the way he clambered atop her left foot and tugged at
her laces to do anything else.
The
moment the laces were undone, her foot shifted and Grant scrambled to
her right sneaker to repeat the process. The intoxicating smell of
dead flowers filled his nostrils as he took in deep breathes, unable
to stop himself from shoving his head into the slick cotton that
gripped her toes. They flexed in response, tickling his cheeks while
he let out a deep guttural moan.
Shadows
danced across Grant's world as her finger hooked into the sock and
peeled it away from her reddened sole. He kissed the slick flesh,
crawling from her toes down the arch and finally to her heels before
going up her left foot in reverse.
“I
love you, boss!” Grant's words turned into a pitiful whine when his
member brushed against one of her toes and it took everything within
him to not burst in response.
Her
cold fingers pinched his hips and lifted him into the air while he
twitched and moaned between them. He found himself before her faintly
chapped lips, warm wet breath washing over him, “I know you do, you
little perv.”
Grant
yelped, his body flinching back like it had been hit despite her
doting tone.
“You're
going to need to tone it down a little when I'm home though, ok?”
He
nodded fervently, “Yes, boss.”
“Good
cause I don't want Daddy to stomp you.”
His
whimper only made her giggle.
“Don't
worry, that won't happen and do you know why?”
Grant
trembled as he was brought right up to her lips, so close he could
reach out and caress them if he hadn't been so overwhelmed with
arousal at that moment.
“Because
you're a very very good boy.”
Grant
cried out in excitement, his whole body shuddering as the words
overwhelmed him.
“Hold
it just a little longer.”
He shut
his eyes tight and bit his lip while his cock throbbed for release.
“Three...”
Grant
felt his body being lowered away from her face, the warm breathe
replaced by air that was still heavy and humid but from her sweat
instead.
“Two...”
Her
dead flowers scent filled his nostrils as he felt the stubby hair of
her recently shaved armpit brush against his body. He pressed himself
into the slick flesh and dragged his tongue across it, drinking in
her salty sweat while she giggled.
“One.”
Grant
couldn't stop himself as he began to pump his member against her
body, joy filling him while his load exploded against her armpit.
“Such
a good boy.”
Sadie's
words rang in his ears while he lay there panting, not even trying to
squirm away when her arm came down and held him in place. Grant
wedged himself even deeper into the pit, his hips still thrusting and
his tongue lapping away while his gigantic owner gathered up what
she'd need to shower and sauntered off.
Her
every step rattled his bones but he didn't care.
Grant
was elated because for guys like him, this was the best they could
hope for in college.
*
Kendall's
eyes drooped slightly as she knelt down on the floor while Abigail
sat on the deep sill of the bay window in her room. Her left foot,
encased in shiny black pantyhose, hung over the edge above her with
its toes occasionally flexing or twitching.
The
giant girl had only been home for a little over a week and Kendall
was already exhausted. She had assumed that Abigail would have even
less for her to do now that she was home for the holidays but it
turned out to be the opposite. It seemed like every other night she
was meeting up with friends from high school either for a house party
or to go prowl around Seattle and enter bars with fake IDs and
presumably a little magical assistance. That meant that not only was
Kendall constantly cleaning all kinds of footwear so Abigail would
have options but she also had to be ready to attend to the girl's
needs when she came home buzzed and complaining about how her feet
were sore from dancing in heels.
Then
there was the fact that Abigail had apparently been serious about her
shadowing Bee.
Her
days started long before the giant blonde roused from her bed, when
she would find herself kneeling down in the kitchen as the girl's
parents ate breakfast while issuing commands to their shrunken
slaves. Bee was effectively in charge of the house whenever the
giants were gone while Jeeves, the shrunken servant of Abigail's
father, mostly attended to the enormous man's needs. When she had
visited during Thanksgiving, Kendall had assumed that those two were
the only shrunken people in the house but she quickly learned that
was not the case.
There
were six other shrunken slaves, all of them reporting directly to
Bee.
When
she had asked the obvious question of where they had come from, the
middle-aged man had simply smiled before looking down at the array of
tiny servants. Each one had knelt down before her and announced how
they had been shrunk and how they were lucky to be taken by the
enormous family. All of them had been 'low-lifes', a phrase they all
used so mechanically that she wondered if they were magically
compelled to say it, living on the streets of greater Seattle. Two
had even begun to explain their issues with drug addiction before Bee
cleared his throat and dismissively waved them on.
Kendall
had felt lightheaded when she listened to Bee issue them their
orders; where to clean in the house, food that needed to be prepared
for dinner, and menial digital tasks like cleaning out unread emails
or basic data entry.
After
they ran off to their tasks, Bee explained to her that most of their
subordinates were so heavily enchanted that they couldn't even
conceive of disobeying. He had said it in a charming manner but that
wasn't enough to prevent her stomach from churning with discomfort at
the idea. She then had to follow him around as he supervised the
group and attended to the more personal tasks that he performed for
his Mistress, as he almost always referred to Abigail's mother.
Eventually,
Abigail would rouse from her deep slumber and Kendall would be
summoned to her room to start her actual day at the girl's feet.
The
blonde's sigh echoing through the heavens derailed Kendall's tired
train of thought and pulled her gaze back up to the foot flexing over
her head.
“I
can't believe I'm going to be late to my friend's DJ set tonight for
this stupid holiday party,” Abigail boomed, wood creaking as she
leaned down to look at Kendall. Her face was perfectly contoured and
her plump lips were so shiny that the little girl could almost see
her reflection in them, “Every year we go to this city councilor's
party and every year I get cornered by his stupid daughter Jenny.”
The
foot dropped suddenly as Abigail let out a frustrated growl.
Kendall
scurried back while the floor shook and the giantess's other foot
came down.
Abigail
wore a chic dark blue jumpsuit with a deep plunging neckline that the
girl had layered silver necklaces and chains across, which only drew
even more attention to her ample cleavage. A white faux fur coat that
was almost feathery was layered on top, just thick enough to ward off
the cool evening air but thin enough that she could wear it all night
without issue. Black suede boots with a sharp point and a blocky heel
sat a few feet away, brushed and buffed to perfection thanks to
Kendall's tiny hands.
“She's
in a sorority too, different school,” the girl's silver acrylics
flashed across the sky as she waved her hand in annoyance, “Still a
tri-delt though.”
“She
sounds terrible, your Highness,” Kendall replied, having quickly
noticed that that particular sorority was held in especially low
esteem by Abigail.
“Last
summer, I did a bunch of like, volunteering stuff with her,”
Abigail's dark green eyes rolled, “And every time all she wanted to
talk about was how great it was to have a shrunken slave. She kept
trying to get me to shrink, like, one of the people we were working
with? She said that if they were spending their days painting over
graffiti and picking litter that they'd make a great slave for me.
She's so weird.”
Kendall
bit her tongue while the giantess huffed, suddenly wishing that
Abigail had taken the advice of the councilman's daughter. If she had
snatched some volunteer over the summer then Kendall would still be
living the life she had worked so hard for.
The
little girl swallowed her anger, knowing that there was no point to
it. If the past week had reinforced anything, it was that there was
no escape. Even if her giant captress wasn't around or her parents
were at work, the other servants were always sneaking about watching
her every move, and that was assuming the house didn't have any
mystical wards keeping her from escaping.
“Abigail,”
her mother's stern voice filled the house, “The car is here.”
The
blonde gave one last annoyed sigh before snatching up the ankle boots
that Kendall had painstakingly cleaned that afternoon. The girl
shoved them on and zipped them with a grunt, her footfalls becoming
all the more powerful in an instant. She didn't offer any parting
orders as she stomped off, each one of her steps shaking Kendall's
bones.
The
door closed most of the way but the giantess left a gap large enough
for Kendall to slip through, just in case she was needed elsewhere in
the house while the gigantic family was gone.
The
little girl knew that she wouldn't be though, the other servants
didn't need much looking after while Bee and Jeeves seemed to
actually enjoy their work. Kendall wondered if one day she would
manage to find some joy and pride in it, she had told herself at the
end of the semester that she would but she was finding it difficult.
Slumping
down onto the dog bed that sat at the foot of Abigail's bed, she
pulled the hand towel the giantess had given her for a blanket tight
around her body and closed her eyes. Laying there, trying to will her
tired body to sleep, Kendall reminded herself that things could be
far worse. Not only had she survived being declared a 'dud' by the
enormous blonde earlier that semester but Abigail had managed to get
off academic probation and she attributed that success to Kendall's
'help.'
That
meant that she was safe for some time and being safe was good,
considering that the six 'low-life' slaves were a constant reminder
to her that the giants who had captured her had far more magical
might than they regularly displayed. Being one of their personal
servants was clearly some sort of honor, since despite what she had
feared, Kendall still had her mind in tact.
Or at
least, she had to assume that she did.
The
dreadful thought weighed on her, ensuring that her nap was filled
with the same nightmares that had plagued her when she wanted to send
an email while reviewing one of Abigail's papers. She tossed and
turned, rising from sleep once when the girl's parents returned home,
their voices filling the mansion as they laughed about some incident
that had occurred at the party. By the time she heard the door to
their bedroom shut though, Kendall was already falling back into her
troubled sleep.
Abigail's
voice made her snap awake in an instant and she immediately scrambled
to her feet.
The
blonde's giggle was accompanied by another feminine voice and as she
rubbed sleep from her eyes, Kendall found herself staring at not only
the familiar suede boots but a pair of thin soled strappy heels with
white stockinged feet inside them. Her eyes went up the lean legs to
see they disappeared into a tight pink dress that only covered from
the giant girl's upper thighs to her bust. A long feathery scarf was
draped over the giantess's bare shoulders and her straight chestnut
brown tresses were pulled back in a tight ponytail.
Both
girls sucked on lollipops while they looked down at her, Abigail's
dark green eyes glassy from alcohol while the other girl's were
obscured by a pair of heart shaped sunglasses. The brunette pulled
the sucker from her glossy lips with a 'pop' and pointed the purple
hunk of candy down at Kendall, “So this is her?”
“Uh
huh,” Abigail nodded, a bright green lollipop coming out of her
lips, “That's my peasant.”
“I
love that term for them,” the brunette thundered, sliding the candy
back into her mouth before bending down, “I feel like 'slave' is
kind of problematic.”
Long
slender fingers wrapped around Kendall's midsection and she
immediately squirmed as she was lifted up into the sky.
“Right?
That's why I like peasant or serf,” Abigail replied while walking
back over to her window and dropping down onto the sill, “It tells
them their place without ruining the vibe with all that toxic
history...”
Squirming
in the girl's grasp, Kendall went still when she saw the gold pendant
hanging off of the giantess's neck. At first glance it looked like
the tri-force from the Zelda games, then Kendall saw that there was a
glass triangle inside the center with a minuscule person trapped
inside. The tiny girl looked utterly defeated, not even flinching as
what Kendall realized was a Delta Delta Delta necklace swayed with
the girl's every step.
“It's
perfect,” the city councilman's daughter boomed, settling down
beside Abigail while dropping Kendall unceremoniously at the pair's
feet. The sparkly heel slammed down in front of her and just like
with Abigail, the unspoken order was immediately apparent to her. As
she undid the straps and slid the heel off of the girl's foot, the
brunette continued, “Plus, I mean, aren't we basically royalty?”
“Our
dads pretty much run the city,” Abigail replied with a laugh.
“And
one day we will too.”
They
both laughed while Kendall quickly removed the girl's other heel and
then moved swiftly on to Abigail's booties. She could feel the pair's
eyes on her as she worked, their giggles only broken up by the sound
of them sucking on their lollipops.
“Thanks
again for inviting me out tonight, I get so sick of being at Daddy's
parties.”
“Yeah,”
Abigail sighed, “It was a lot of fun actually. And thank you for
showing me that necklace.”
“Are
you going to get one for your little peasant?”
Kendall
looked up to see that Abigail was looking off across the Puget Sound,
lost in thought, while Jenny's brown eyes were locked on her, her
sunglasses pushed up on top of her head. Her thumb rubbed the glass
prison inside her necklace the whole time and the shrunken girl could
only imagine how terrifying it was to be inside it at that moment.
“No,
probably not.”
The
little girl couldn't stop the sigh of relief that flooded out of her.
“I
honestly can't be bothered to change her size all the time,”
Abigail announced with a loud crunch as she bit down on her lollipop,
“I'd be too worried I'd completely forget about her in there to be
honest...”
“Fair,”
Jenny replied, her eyes drifting away from Kendall, as if she was
suddenly disinterested in the girl now that she knew Abigail wasn't
going to shrink her further, “You do plan on coming back to
Seattle, right? After college?”
“Depends
on med school and placement and all that,” Abigail yawned, her hand
coming down with the now empty stick that Kendall snatched from her
fingers without a second thought, “But hopefully, if everything
works out.”
“You
could always put your thumb on the scale as it were,” Jenny passed
her own empty stick down to Kendall without a glance, “That's what
I'll probably do for law school.”
“My
mom says that we're only going to do that as a last resort,”
Abigail groaned, “She said she'd rather see me go to med school in
the Caribbean on my own than use magic to get me into an American
school.”
The
councilman's daughter laughed, “That's so silly.”
“Yeah,
she doesn't have a problem with Daddy making some donations though,
so there's that.”
“Smart.”
Kendall
carried the saliva soaked lollipop sticks to the other side of the
room where a small wastebasket sat in the shadow of Abigail's desk.
The conversation continued on, both girls talking about their plans
for the future as if nothing could ever get in the way of them. As
she came back and knelt down at their feet once more, she realized
that nothing ever would.
On one
side was a girl whose father was considering a run for the Mayor's
office and on the other was the daughter of an accomplished doctor
and a powerful real estate developer. Even if they couldn't rewrite
the rules of reality on a whim with their magical powers, both of
them were already so far ahead of so many people that there was very
little that could ever force their lives to change. They forced the
world to change for them.
Kendall
had been a promising law student at the start of the semester and now
her fate laid completely in the acrylic nails of the blonde girl who
loomed over her.
She was
a living example of just how much power girls like Abigail wielded.
*
Landon
Albert hated having to work on the breaks between semesters but it
was the only chance in hell he had of paying off his student loans.
Even with a partial scholarship, being an RA, and working on campus,
Landon would still owe tens of thousands of dollars when he
graduated. He wished it wasn't the case but that was life: nothing
ever got handed to you.
Or
well, nothing ever got handed to him.
He
couldn't say the same thing for some kids that he went to high school
with.
Most of
his friends were in the same boat he was. A few had gotten full
scholarships but most of them were scrambling to lower the costs as
much as possible to avoid a lifetime of debt. There were plenty of
other kids though who had skated through high school and were now
skating through college because their parents paid for everything and
pulled every possible string to ensure their children never had to
face a single consequence.
It made
his whole body shake with impotent rage.
That
was why he was now skulking at the back of the store, stocking
shelves and fixing displays, rather than working a register. Of all
the people he didn't want to see, of course it had to be Aiden
fucking Dearborn.
Four
years he had spent with a locker smack dab next to Aiden's and for
four years the guy had refused to learn who the hell Landon was. He
was always left clearing his throat or saying 'excuse me' while Aiden
made out with a different girl on top of his locker. The bastard
would then always go, 'oh sorry bro' while he and the girl laughed
before rolling toward the other side and pinning her up against the
next locker over, which Landon had the decency to learn belonged to
Marcy Schoenberg.
She was
always quick enough to avoid having to deal with Aiden's bullshit,
though he noticed that when she did have to wait, she didn't say a
word. Instead, she would simply ogle Aiden and his latest girlfriend
with utter abandon, her legs rubbing together while her eyes glazed
over. Needless to say, he wasn't surprised when he heard through the
grapevine that Marcy wrote a lot of smutty fanfiction on AO3.
A part
of Landon knew that he should just let it go, that it was unhealthy
to carry around shit from high school since if he couldn't let it go
now, it might follow him around for the rest of his life. But he saw
the way society bent over backwards for the Aidens of the world at
his own school and it drove him nuts.
Even
with an anemic athletics program and a Greek Life that barely
comprised a quarter of the student body, it was obvious to Landon
that the school administration seemed positively blind to everything
student-athletes and frat boys did on campus.
It had
just been a long day and he didn't want his shift to end with having
to ring up whatever bullshit it was that Aiden Dearborn was there to
buy especially with his latest piece of arm candy giggling beside him
the whole time.
Angrily
lining up dancing Santas on a shelf, Landon only knew a customer was
approaching because their shadow fell on him. Before he could turn
around though, he felt a sharp flick to the back of his ear.
The
scream that erupted from him was loud not because of the pain but
from how angry he already was.
“What
the fuck?!” He howled while he jumped to his feet and spun about.
The
world seemed to keep spinning around him though, his head growing
light and the floor expanding around him with each passing second. He
stammered and stumbled about as everything kept growing and growing
until Landon found himself panting with his feet spread shoulder
width apart completely within the one foot square linoleum that was
arranged across the store's floor.
Deep
shadows covered his world and laughter thundered across the heavens
as he struggled to collect himself.
“I
think you picked a good one, babe.”
The
voice was unmistakable, even though it sounded deeper and more
powerful, Landon knew it from the countless fake apologies he had
heard it deliver over the years. It was Aiden Dearborn's.
“There's
just something about him that made me think, 'Oh he's a scrapper.'”
The
girl's voice was high pitched but it had a strange almost reverb
quality to it that filled Landon's chest with fear.
Looking
up from the floor, he found himself confronted by the two biggest
pairs of feet he had ever seen. On one side was an intimidating set
of all black boots that rose up like monoliths. The snow that clung
to them made every inch of their waterproof surface shine and while
their thick rubber tread was slightly worn from use, they were
otherwise pristine. On the other side were what looked like a brand
new pair of Sorel boots, the tall pair with their fur trim around the
top and dark duck billed toes a mainstay among locals and tourists
alike.
His
eyes continued to rise up the gigantic couple's bodies, both of them
dressed in sleek snow pants with the short haired girl wearing a
shiny puffer jacket while Aiden sported a thick coat. He was already
familiar with Aiden's blunt and brutish features but they became all
the more intimidating given the now massive gulf between their
heights. The girl next to him looked like a she could be a model with
her high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes, even her thin lips only
helped to accentuate her elfin beauty. What made him squirm
uncomfortably though was the strange hunger that filled their eyes
“Ai-aiden,”
Landon's voice squeaked as he said the now gargantuan frat boy's
name.
Both of
their brows furrowed in confusion before the girl giggled, “He
already knows you, baby.”
“Weird,”
the giant boomed as he bent down, his immense hand filling the sky.
“Weird?!”
Landon roared, “My locker was next to yours for four years! Do you
not even remem-”
The
fingers that wrapped around him squeezed the air from his lungs
immediately. He could hear his bones and joints creak as Aiden's fist
collapsed around him and then he was being hauled up into the air.
He
gagged inside the giant's grasp while dark eyes scrutinized him from
on high.
Aiden's
lips spread into a superior smirk after a moment, “Oh yeah, I think
I went to high school with this guy. He was pretty smart, wonder how
he ended up working here...”
“Poor
little guy,” a sharp claw-like nail rushed in but he could do
little more than flinch away from it. The nail scratched against his
head like he was a precocious kitten as opposed to a suffocating
young man, “Don't worry, you'll get to go to college. Just not the
way you planned.”
They
both laughed and then Landon felt his body moving through the air
once again, the blurry world graying along the edges. One of the
flaps on Aiden's jacket pocket lifted and the fingers finally
released him, dropping him down into the empty space without another
word. He tried to scramble up as the flap closed but he found that he
only had the strength to grasp for air.
“So
what are we here for again?” Aiden's voice rumbled through the
world as everything began to sway and shake from his powerful
strides.
“I
need tampons and then there's that whole list your mom gave us.”
Landon
struggled to comprehend how either of them could go so quickly from
kidnapping him to talking about shopping lists. It took him a few
strides to get used to the rhythm but he eventually pulled himself to
his feet and began to cry out, begging for anyone to save him from
Aiden's jacket pocket.
He
wasn't sure if it was the result of his size or something else that
Aiden or his girlfriend had done but no one noticed his pleas and no
matter how hard he pushed and jumped, Landon couldn't open the flap
above his head.
All he
could do was slump back down and wonder why the giant girl thought
that him being a scrapper was a selling point for kidnapping him.