"Can I ask a question?" Trepidation and nerves marred my words.
"Of
course you can." Ae Ri responded unfocused, straightening my shirt
collar. She was knealt down in front of me, squatting so she could see
me head on. From her usual titanic height she'd only have a bird's eye
view. However, even like this, she was taller than me, a boulder of
mass.
"Am I going to be wearing this from now on?" The chinos
and shirt were a marked upgrade from a cum stained t-shirt, but the fact
that Ae Ri was going to all this trouble was disconcerting.
"No.
We have a guest coming." My owner had slipped into a mental zone that
I'd only seen a handful of times. The last time was before the work
party where she was announced as CEO. Meticulous. That was the word for
it. Hawk eyed, fixing minor things, tiny details that no one else would
notice.
It all started after she'd received a phone call while
cleaning up Charlotte. Phone sandwiched between shoulder and cheek, I
watched as suddenly everything tightened on her. As soon as the call
ended things became hectic. The 'bath' in the sink was sped through and I
was ordered to get the tape measure. Fast.
First, I was
measured, the tape whizzing around, pulled tight around various parts of
my body, Ae Ri noting everything down. Then I measured her. There was
only a brief hint of excitement in her having me read out the numbers,
surprising me. Instead we rolled through at speed too. Without missing a
beat, I was ordered to clean, to make the front room 'spotless' as a
priority, but to also sweep through the rest of the house. I did as
ordered, sweating, scrubbing and dusting, tidying and shining. While I
went about the grunt work she had been organising things, her phone
working as a tactical headquarters. I'd catch pockets of conversations
whenever I passed the kitchen. She was in there, eating and cleaning.
The typical post transfer feast wasn't being indulged as much as usual.
It
took less than 45 minutes from the bath ending for there to be a buzz
at the door. Boxes. A pile of them, delivered, left on the doorstep by a
ghost. I'd never seen the corridor up to her apartment, but noisily
spied it through a crack in the bathroom door. It was long, windowless
and had only one other entrance - an elevator at the other end. However,
my attention was drawn to the boxes laid on the floor. There were five
of them. Three of them identical but varying in sizes, one curious box
and one, clearly, that was a pizza. I ignored that one, my hunger having
been almost eradicated by Ae Ri's metabolism tinkering. The other boxes
were all blank. No brand. No symbols. Two large and flatter, one more
square and bulky. Lastly, there was the black sheep. It differed from
the rest and had an obsidian colour - long and thin, similar to a shoe
box but too narrow and too long.
The titan scooped them all up
and strutted back, vibrating the floor under me with her powerful steps.
I jumped away, rapidly getting back to cleaning something, as I had
been told to. "Here." She'd said, a slice of pizza in her mouth and the
smaller of the flat boxes thrust out to me. "Shower and change." The box
held the outfit I was wearing now - the shirt, the chinos, a belt and
even some shoes, neatly tucked into the corner. Logically, I knew the
other two blank boxes must have contained an outfit for her and,
immediately, I was imagining tantalising clothes draped over her body. I
still had dreams of her in that dress from so long ago.
Waiting
with semi held breath, I was dressed and ready, outside of her room in
no time at all. Ae Ri must have been cleaning herself up in the en
suite, taking a much longer amount of time to get ready. When she
finally did emerge from her bedroom, my heart skipped. She looked equal
parts breathtaking and intimidating. Some gargantuan, giant gang boss,
wearing pinstriped, high waisted slacks and a white blouse, open down to
the fourth button. Each side of the silken material was filled out with
mammary, forcing the opening wide enough to see the top set of her abs.
Two belts went around her waist, cinching in the hourglass, emphasising
the curves. One belt had a buckle, bigger than my fist, had the word
'Mami' emblazoned in jewels. Topping everything off, her makeup was
immaculate. Smoke around her eyes, a slight tint under her cheekbones
and her patented wine coloured lipstick, glossy and shining.
As
she approached my stomach began to churn. Closing in on me, I felt
something was off, a primal alarm bell ringing in my head. It was only
when she right next to me that my brain pieced it together. A familiar
set of noises with every footstep. Stopping in front of me, I was
staring into the flap that covered the zipper of her trousers, thighs
that made me look like a toothpick shrouding me in shadow. My lips would
be level with her clit... "Finally. Finally you're the perfect
height." She said, tongue stroking her canine as she smirked down at me.
It sent a shiver through me.
I'd been thinking it before but
seeing Ae Ri like this made it certain. She was practically wearing war
paint. This 'guest' - I'm guessing Felicia - was important. A threat,
or at the very least, someone Ae Ri wanted to show a strong visage to.
And at what must have been around 8 foot tall... I don't think she could
have done a better job.
It was after all of that when her
attention turned to me, straightening my collar and absentmindedly
letting me ask a query. Fingers combed my hair, rearranging any loose
out cropping or tufts. "Mhm. I forgot how good you looked all dressed
up." She smirked, planting a kiss on my forehead. Frowning she rubbed at
the mark it left, her gigantic thumb, big enough to clear my entire
forehead, cleaned it off.
A knock at the door startled me. Ae Ri
rose, perfume and breasts and abs and crotch rising up, casting
nightfall over me. "Best behaviour. And no talking back." She said,
deathly serious, clearly not playing any games. Patting my butt, she
moved me, pushing me towards the front room. Peering around the doorway
cautiously, I watched, too curious to not eavesdrop.
Ae Ri
opened the front door to reveal a stalk like, tall, long, skinny woman.
Despite my warped sense of size I guessed she must have been close to 6
foot tall (183cm) in the modest heels she was wearing. Her whole look
gave off an avian aura, large nose even giving the impression of a beak.
Long straight, brown hair with a perfectly, geometrically straight
fringe accented her stretched out length. The only shape was given by
the flaring cut of her pure white trousers. They matched her cropped,
bone coloured leather jacket, both contrasting with her black blouse.
The
stalk stepped back instinctually, away from the door, bewilderment in
her eyes. She'd been facing forwards, eye to ribs and was clearly taken
aback by the magnitude of woman in front of her. Ae Ri smouldered with
satisfaction, triggered by the response. Although she was tall, the reed
of a woman was a weedy, long spruce next to a tree that would dominate
the rainforest. Dwarfed in every dimension by Ae Ri, it was only natural
that she'd be taken aback. "Hi, Felicia." Smugly, the giant greeted the
woman. "I didn't expect you to be visiting in person."
"My, Ae
Ri, you've further enhanced yourself." Felicia said from below the bust
of the titan. She had quickly collected herself, confidence rushing back
in to her body language.
"Mhmm. Surely that's a relief for you."
"It
is indeed." Came a smooth reply as the rake shrugged off her coat.
"It's good for business." Her black, satin blouse reminded me of a
pirate, the sleeves long and baggy around the forearms, tapered in by
tight cuffs at the wrist. She held the jacket out to Ae Ri the way
someone would to a butler.
Ae Ri plucked it away, smile
unwavering. "Come in. Let's sit." I darted back, into the room, suddenly
very conscious of a usually minor decision. Should I be sitting or
standing when they enter? In the end I settled on standing next to the
smaller of the two couches. The one that was sat more at the head of the
coffee table. Considering the situation, I had a feeling this is where
Ae Ri would sit.
The shorter woman entered first, her beady eyes
snapping over to me. "Ah, and this must be the infamous Paul!" She
emoted in an exaggerated way, overly excited to meet me. Rushing over,
she loomed, making my pulse thud faster. Seeing her next to Ae Ri had
distorted her size. Even she seemed huge at my stature, my eyes hovering
near her bony, angular chest. She had a lithe build, long and wiry,
supple muscle that came with yoga or something. Broad shoulders, the
same ones that looked slender next to Ae Ri, reminded me again of how
narrow and scrawny I really was. She held out a pale hand for me to take
but not in the regular shaking way. Instead her fingers bent downwards,
knuckles pointing to me. I took the hand and awkwardly tilted it up and
down, feeling like she wanted me to kiss and bow rather than shake.
However, if there was any disappointment, she didn't show it.
"Yes,
this is Paul." Ae Ri had an odd, almost aggressive tone creeping into
her voice. It made me worried that I'd done something wrong. She move to
position herself to our side, seperating us. "Please, take a seat."
Gesturing to the larger couch, she waited for Felicia to sit before
taking a seat herself. As I'd hoped, she'd sat at the head of the table,
next to where I was stood. Rump and wide hips filling the two seater
snugly, as if it were an arm chair, she crossed her legs, making the
fabric of her trousers draw tight over the moving, flexing muscle,
audibly creaking. The outfit must have been altered to her size but not
perfectly tailored - unsurprising considering how quickly they appeared
from no where.
"I'd be a poor host if I didn't offer you a drink
wouldn't I?" Ae Ri asked rhetorically. "Paul, get the Soju and glasses
from the kitchen." Going rigid, I felt a rush of panic welling up. There
was Soju in the kitchen? I'd never even seen it. And which glasses!?
But she gave me a calm look, jutting her chin to the door, telling me to
go.
Silently, I nodded my head and walked away, trying not to
look flustered. In the hall I had to physically slow myself down as I
scuttled to the kitchen. Where would I fin- There on the island was a
tray with two shot glasses, two tumblers, an ice box and the largest,
almost oversized, bottle of alcohol if ever seen. Korean text emblazoned
across the label, I knew it must be the Soju. A postit that said 'fill
me' was stuck to the ice box. Breathing a sigh of relief, I almost
laughed. Jesus, she was always ahead of me.
By the time I
returned, precariously teetering left and right under the weight of the
tray, they were knee deep in business discussions. "There's been at
least 40% margins on every quarter."
"I'm sure that will only
increase. Considering the way fat distribution is being handled now,
soon every woman will want a transfer. A few inches of height and an
hourglass figure? You've disrupted the cosmetic surgery market. Hard."
Ae Ri waved a hand at me, signing to place the tray down on the table.
"Let's drink."
She reached for the bottle only to see Felica going for it too. "I'm the elder, aren't I?" The monochrome flamingo said.
Ae Ri's eyebrows rose, a muscle in her neck jumping angrily. "I'm surprised you know South Korean traditions."
"Of
course. I've done business across the globe. You pick things up." She
did some magic with the bottle, running through a foreign ritual.
"Although, I'm surprised your belt isn't in Korean, especially since
you're so patriotic." Felica's voice dripped with sarcasm as she
wriggled the bottle side to side in her hand.
"Well, Spanish is
a much more widespread language." Ae Ri smirked. "It's also your first
language, isn't it?" Felicia hummed an affirmative, her semi smile never
shaken.
The belt was a message. Everything these two did was
some underhanded snipe at the other. An prove who was at the top. Two
alphas, beating their chests, both vying to be the dominant force. They
didn't have a solid partnership at all. Instead, they were acting as
rivals, ready to sink a dagger into their contender's back at a moments
notice. It felt... Just petty from where I stood, far removed from the
equation. A beta bystander, just watching. But that's all I was. Someone
that had never been top dog in any environment, so of course I thought
this was all silly.
With one hand, Felica poured a shot for Ae Ri, nudging the glass over with a single skeletal digit.
Scooping
it up with two oversized fingers, the giant locked eyes with Felicia
and knocked back the drink. "Paul. Pour her a glass." Unable to follow
the constant back and forth of disrespect, unsure of why I was
now pouring, I moved forwards. Skittish and worried, I did as
instructed, as respectfully as I could.
From that point on, I
was in charge of pouring the drinks. The ladies moved from shot glasses
to tumblers, alcohol steadily infusing into their systems. They
continued talking business, stats and numbers as glass after glass
disappeared. Finally, Felicia's bony hand covered her glass, signalling
she had to stop. Unable to keep up with Ae Ri and her now inhuman, race
car of a metabolism, she threw in the towel. For some reason that filled
me with pride, knowing a symbolic victory had been etched out by my
owner.
"I think I am adequately tipsy." Felicia drawled. "Let's
get to the real reason I'm here." A darkness was drawn over her
expression, the straight haired woman leaning in. "You have another for
my collection, no?" Hairs rose along my neck.
"I do." Ae Ri said, swirling the clear liquid in her tumbler.
"Ohhooo! What was her name.... Charlene?"
"Charlotte."
"Yeeeesss,
I remember her. Where is she?" Despite the glassy quality that had
clouded her eyes earlier, Felicia was now alert. Excited. Giddy.
"Paul.
Go get Charlotte. She's in the bedroom." Clenching my jaw, I felt anger
bloom. Collection? This was what she'd meant? She was giving Charlotte
away to a psycho that had a collection? I didn't want to do this,
but acting out in front of Felicia was clearly a taboo of the greatest
order. I wasn't sure if either of them noticed my pause before
departing, or the change in my expression. Biting my tongue, I walked
away, stewing internally.
In the bedroom, sat on the bed, was a
present. A tall, wide, square box, sealed with a neat, pretty bow. This
was a fucking joke. Picking it up, I could feel the weight inside. It
contained Charlotte. The weight of a life. Carrying it through the hall
felt like the procession for a funeral. God, was this really happening?
Were people being traded callously, nothing more than a fucking magic
the gathering(TM) card between wealthy CEOs? There was hardly any
movement inside the box. A rough shuffling every now and then.
Charlotte's weight settled on one side, a subtle warmth on my skin
through the cold card. I closed my eyes and bit my lip to stop from
breaking down. She stayed like that all the way up to me handing the box
to Felicia and even after. She was resigned to this. And so I was. We
were both powerless. It fueled the anger being stoppered within my
chest.
Felicia brushed my hand as she eagerly took the box.
Popping the bow open on her present and tearing the lid off the stalk
grinned into it. She cooed happily, mewling as if she were looking at a
kitten in there, baby talking. I mentally checked out. I couldn't manage
this new reality and, affixing my eyes to the floor I walked over to
neutral ground, between the two seated giants. Calming my breathing, I
tried to drown out my surroundings. Guilt smothered my thoughts so much
so that I didn't notice Ae Ri rolling her eyes at Felicia.
After a
few minutes of the cooing and appraising her new 'collector's item' the
titan moved to bring an end to this visit. They talked a little more
and, keen to get her to leave, Ae Ri rose, walking passed us to the
door, "let me get your jacket." Ardently moving this woman's departure
along, she left me alone with Felicia for the briefest of moments.
Seconds. But it was enough. I didn't realise how close she was until the
her stifling perfume surrounded me. "Bye Paul." Alcohol came from
above, voice close enough to be over my head. A heeled foot suddenly
appearing next to mine. Brushing her body against me, measuring my size
up against her, a long lean leg flanked me, her crotch pressing against
my waist. It made me rocket back. I hadn't heard her approach at all. In
response to my fear, she quietly laughed. "Aw, don't be so shy. I
imagine I'll be seeing you again one day." She rocked the box side to
side gently, meaningfully. "You'll bore her too..." Leaning down her
black, soulless eyes stared into me. She had shark eyes. Lifeless,
blank, predator eyes. They narrowed at the edges, a toothy grin forcing
what little cheeks she had up. "...Eventually." Heart ramming against my
chest, I backed away, eyes flickering from hers to the box in her
hands. Blood and colour drained from my face.
But before I could
say anything, she was already gone. Whisked away to the hall, chatting
with Ae Ri, reclaiming her jacket. Alone with the horrible premonition I
stood in silence.
Breathing heavy, nerves tight and blood cold, I
tried to collect myself. It was only when Ae Ri returned, kicking off
her heels, that my heartbeat slowed. "Ugh. I'm glad that bitch has
finally gone. She's so annoying. And those shoes were too tight." There
were lines on her feet where the straps had dug into her skin. Soft,
thudding footsteps pranced over to the couch.
Stretching out,
unfurling to fill the verticle space, arms reaching up, tone dancing,
muscles, hidden by fabric, still managed to catch the evening sun. The
stretch was cut short as her fingers hit the 11 foot ceiling. Startled,
she pulled her hand back. In the chaos we'd both almost forgotten about
our new sizes. "Huh." She said, a smile on her lips. Reaching up, she
brushed the ceiling again. "Didn't think I'd be too big for this place
so soon." Smirking, she turned to me, a finger curling to call me over.
Still simmering, I followed the call begrudgingly.
She was
right, of course. She dominated the space, a pillar of gorgeousness,
large enough that even the enlarged surroundings seemed undersized. The
realisation made me take stock of my own situation, forcing me to look
around and really compare myself to the furnishings. Size had further
warped around me. The larger couch was a landscape unto itself, long and
tall enough to hide five or even six of me on its cushions. The coffee
table came nearly up to my waist, a grand dining table instead of the
measly thing it should have been. Everything was larger, wider, taller.
But it wasn't really. It was actually me. Smaller, bonier, skinnier,
shorter. Looking up, I wondered how anyone could ever touch that
ceiling, sky high above. But then there was her. As always, she was
different. She broke the rule. She was bigger. A work of art that
numerous artists could have devoted their lives to. A statue carved
into a mountain, seen by everyone for miles around. As I approached she
stretched bigger, higher above me. Broader. Taller. Her scale just kept
increasing, my eyes sitting just above her navel, abs as big as...
Entranced, beside myself, I reached over my head, to the opening of the
shirt, my outstretched fingers spreading over one abdominal bundle. They
just about covered it's size, the mound practically mocking me.
The
muscle jumped as she scoffed. Bending, her ab left my fingers, my heart
skipping a beat as a hill side came down towards me. Giving a yelp, I
was lifted up, one hand under an arm, the other grasping not one, but
both of my ass cheeks. Her bicep swelled against my side and out of
reflex I held her tight, arms around her neck, breasts smothering me,
hips to chin. An astronaut strapped into a rocket, I went into the sky,
the floor dwindling behind me. Twirling with me, she shimmied and
bounced, enjoying how easy it was to throw around my skimpy weight. I
held on for dear life, feeling as if I was on the roof of a house.
"You're so light." She smiled.
"And you look so cute all dressed
up. It remindes me of when we'd go to parties together." I could have
listened to the genuine joy in her voice. To how happy she was
reminiscing our relationship. Those memories, ones even I
cherished, turned into ash, Felica's words haunting me. 'I can't take
her to a party ever again.' I thought to myself, teeming emotions
bubbling together. Just another way I'll bore her.
Falling, with
me held to her, she sat on the couch, making the entire thing emit a
cricking, cracking chorus of noises. The drop had seemed perilous at my
size, leaving me surprised my ears hadn't popped with our rapid plummet.
Swinging her legs, securing me against her tightly, she splayed across
it's expanse, breasts rolling and slapping my form around with their
weight. Looking up at her, I saw a particularly satisfied smirk on her
lips. Following her gaze, peering down, I saw that she was too big even
for this extra large piece of furniture too, heels dangling, hanging
over one arm rest, head propped against the other. "Another thing I've
outgrown." Pleased with the finding, she smugly went on. "I guess it was
just a matter of time."
... A matter of time. Poltergeist echos from that bitch richocheted around my skull.
"What is she gonna do with Charlotte?" My tone was hard, words quiet.
"Hm?" Ae Ri tilted her head to the side, looking at me hanging from a breast.
Senseing
my mood, she tutted and pulled me into a tighter embrace. "Don't think
about Charlotte, Paulie." She cradelled me down, bringing my head to her
bosom, enveloping me in more warmth than the world ever had. She
stroked my hair, trying too sooth my frustration, "Felicia has like... A
whole fucking city of... Of 'tinies.'" I could tell that was a quote.
"She'll be fine there." Was she implying her life would somehow be
better there? Bristling at the bullshit, the idea she'd gone to farm
where they sent the old pets, I felt my indignation swell. The maelstrom
inside thrashed harder. "Forget her. You got what you wanted right?
It's just us now."
What I wanted? Once more ignoring how
happy she sounded, I drowned myself in negatives. The gaslighting.
Making me feel guilty, twisting my words to contort me into submission. I
pushed an arm off of me, furiously shrugging off her hug - forgetting
that she must have let me do it. I stood up, dismounting.
"What
I wanted?!" I barked to the shocked giant. "I didn't want you to throw
her away. I didn't want to to drain her into a toy and then give her to
some crazy bitch!" Ae Ri was stunned by my outburst, blinking. When I'd
held that tablet, I could have typed anything in. I could have reversed
things, taking back my size while she was distracted. The transfer would
have crippled her... It would have been all I needed. And here I was,
far too brain washed and broken to do it. Even now in hindsight I
couldn't fathom it. She said jump and I said how high. This all started
with an inch. I'd given her an inch and she'd taken a mile. "Maybe she
was fucking right. Maybe you are just a leech. You just use people and
then when you've taken your fill you throw them away!" And I was next.
The next to be discarded when she was done.
Hands shaking, chest
fluttering as I panted, I slowly begun to realise how fucking stupid
this was. Ae Ri pivoted, feet hitting the floor one at a time in
resonating thuds. Sat, she still loomed over me, shape a huge square of
muscle, tantalising sexuality and, right now, rage. I was unnerved by
the lack of an outburst. She was staring at me, brow knit together,
nostrils flaring, muscles in her jaw jumping, eyes narrow.
"Y'know,
I thought I'd gotten rid of the last little bitch in my house. I
thought now we could be happy." Grabbing my wrist, she pulled. Out of
reflex I tugged back. It did nothing. Gripping my own forearm, I poured
my weight into the movement, leaning back, desperately yanking and
scraping. The shoes she'd ordered for me screeched against the floor,
their friction doing little more than my strength or my mass in stopping
her blackhole power. Even leveraging everything against her, that one
muscled limb was enough to overwhelm me. "Men deserve clothes."
Each word an even, enunciated blade. Whipping side to side, I couldn't
budge, cemented in place by her strength. She took a handful of my shirt
and ripped it open, buttons spraying from my chest. "You are not
a man." Hooking her hand into my waistband next, she ripped. Leather
snapped, the metal clasp on the trousers popping, zipper rupturing open.
"What're you doing!" I was stuck, being stripped by this behemoth.
"So
I'm not going to treat you like one." With a few flicks of her arm, my
balance was stolen, sending me left and right, tripping and falling. I
landed on her lap, two thighs, gigantic slabs of muscle making a table,
supported me. She twisted my arm painfully, bringing it across my back
and up, smearing my knuckles against my shoulder blade. Switching hands,
her left fist held my arm and me down against the smoothness of her
marble legs. The other, now free hand pulled trousers and underwear
down, exposing my ass.
"What're you doing!?" I shrieked again,
louder. Terrified to struggle, scared my shoulder would rip out of it's
socket, I weakly wriggled. An impact smashed me, the crack of flesh on
flesh an explosion of sound. My ass took a blow, jolting my body along
her legs. I began kicking my legs viciously now. "St-stop!" I bellowed,
face turning beet red as I realised what was happening. I was being
spanked. Her palm came down, thunderous, paddling my already red cheeks.
I struggled harder now, humiliation fueling me to ignore the pain in my
shoulder.
"Stop moving." She grunted, delivering a third smack. A
feral panic filled me. They were getting harder. "At least try
to not take your punishment like a bitch, for fucks sake." Remorseless,
she swung her palm into my ass again, even harder, inching me further
along her lap. "How fucking dare you talk to me like that." It
honestly felt as if her hand was a slab of hot iron, reducing my ass to
molten slag with each hit.
"I'm sorry!" I whined, eyes watering.
"P-please ssstop!" Begging, I pleaded, nerves throughout my body aflame.
One last slap cracked home hard enough to make my teeth chatter.
"Oh,
fuck me. Are you seriously hard right now? You're such a perv."
Disgusted, she let go of my arm, shoving me off of her lap and onto the
ground at her feet. Shame, turgid and lustful was sandwiched between my
thighs. With all the time in the world I wouldn't be able to explain my
arousal. Right now explanations weren't really on my mind though. I
tried to move, flailing, my ass raw, crimson and seared like a steak.
"A
crying, perverted, little shit like you is calling me a
leech?" Spite rained down on me from above. I had to look up at her like
a worm, from the lowest of the low. She was leaning forwards to look at
me, legs spread, breasts filling the area I'd just occupied, cleavage
being forced out of the chasm of her open shirt. Her lips pressed into a
line and she shook her head. "I expected that from her but... Not from you." Angry lines creased her brow, twitches of pain on
her face. "You're the only person I've ever told everything." I shrivelled beneath her, wilting smaller still.
Standing,
her face disappeared, my point of view being consumed by the rounded,
bulging towers of meat that were her quads, wrapped up tight in trousers
that could make me two whole jumpsuits. Breasts, clouds in the
stratosphere, hid her face almost completely. That feeling of being a
worm was compounded. I was a bug in the fetal position at the feet of a
Goddess. "I worked for everything I have." She snarled far above,
voice growing more wild. "I took all of it with my own hands."
Booming above me, anger billowed, swelling within her as she got more
and more worked up. "Parasites don't take. Not like me. They eat
scraps, stealing pieces whenever they can like you. Living in my house, eating food I paid for, and you call me a
leech?!" My eardrums vibrates. The whole penthouse shook with the bass
in her roar. She bent, a hand stabbing down to grab me around the back
of my neck. "Get the fuck up."
Ripped from the ground, I wailed
in pain, every movement, every twitch of my lower body sent agony
through my spine, my brutalised ass rewiring my senses. When I finally
ascended straight I was back at her stomach, chest even with the heat of
her crotch, truly a dwarf compared to her. Feet slipping, dragged
across the floor, she (wo)manhandled me along with her effortlessly. Her
fist around my neck was crushing my vertebrae bit by bit, leading me
through the house as I held onto whatever I could to try and slow us. My
fingers peeled off the door frame, the walls, the book shelf. It didn't
even slow her down. "Let me remind you of how different we are." She
growled, powering through the apartment.
Surprisingly, our first
stop was the kitchen, beelining straight to the fridge. Tearing the
door open, she grabbed at one of her gallon sized protein shakes. Her
hand repositioned, releasing my neck, switching to encompass my head.
Palm against my right ear, her fingers curled across my face, over my
forehead and nose and chin and scalp. I was rammed into her flexed,
chiselled abdomen, sending stars spinning in my eyes. And then she began
to chug. Her gulp was deafening and powerful, consuming a massive
amount of shake with every swallow. Through the shirt I heard the first
slosh, the slap of the thick, viscous calorie and protein laden liquid
landing in her stomach. Then there was another and another, heavy, jug
fulls of shake filling her up, pushing her abs out against my head as
her stomach grew. Like a motor getting fuel, the organ started to work,
monstrous, inhuman, already digesting. It only took her a few seconds to
guzzle down the gallon shake. "You hear that?" She barked, pushing me
harder into her gut. Gurgling, churning digestion popping maybe an inch
and a half away from my ear. "That's me digesting more calories than you
could eat in a week. And it was a fucking snack!" She wasn't even that
bloated. I had no doubts that this was just an appetiser for her. "And
do you know why?" She continued, ranting, grabbing something else from
the fridge. "Because I made it that fucking way! I took it! I took it
from you. And your piddly little appetite wasn't enough." She ate
again, viciously chomping something down, expanding her stomach,
stretching muscle and compressing my head more. "Because even at 6'5 you
were a little fucking bitch." Things clattered around the
fridge, her insaitableness now hurtling faster with anger. "I stuffed my
fucking face like this." Something was munched in. "I kept eating and I
kept forcing my appetite bigger and I kept forcing myself bigger
and stronger. I made myself... Ff-fucking evolve." Between mouthfuls
she spoke, mumbled and angry. "Because what I took from you wasn't
enough!" My head felt like it was going to be crushed. A wall of muscle
on one side and her steel hand on the other, being mushed together with
me in betwixt the two.
Swallowing, her tone became clear again.
"Waaah, Waaah, I can't gain weight!" She mocked me. "You spent a few
weeks with me and what happened Paul?!" Thankfully, mercifully, her palm
released my head. Using my torn shirt as a handhold, she flung me away
from her stomach, holding me at an arms length so she could talk down at
me. "You. Gained. Weight." She bellowed, each word distant mortar fire.
"I kept you consistent. I kept you eating. I kept you fucking
determined!" I was breathing shallow, brain rattling at the decibels she
was throwing at me. "Because you didn't have a problem gaining weight. You were the problem. Too lazy and too much of a fucking pussy.
You didn't have the conviction - the hunger to actually work for
it." These were all things I'd thought before. Dark truths I'd faced and
danced around, making excuses to myself. I told myself it wasn't me and
it was just bad genetics but truthfully, I always gave up too quickly. I
wouldn't see results in a week and I'd lose motivation. I never pushed.
Not until she came. Until she made me better for that brief slither of
time. Dreadfully, it sunk in. She was right. Even when she was five foot
tall she'd been stronger. Probably physically as well as mentally. And
I'd always known really. I knew she worked for everything. She'd built
her life up from nothing. Dirt poor, no dad, small and bullied. Anyone
else wouldn't have stood a chance. Now she was a literal giant as well
as an economic one. I'd known she scratched and clawed and carved her
way up to the top all by herself. I knew she wasn't a leech. But I'd
lashed out stupidly. I'd tried to hurt her because of what I was afraid
was coming.
She shook me "Look at me, Paul. Look at what I made.
Because I took. And I worked. And I grew." The snowball
of anger had rolled downhill faster and faster, her eyes sucking the air
from my tiny lungs. What had I done? What had I triggered because of my
own insecurities? "I took what you gave me, what you didn't
deserve, and I used it like you never could." She was speaking
through her teeth, hissing the truth at me. "And I'm gonna keep taking
Paul. I'll take whatever I want. I'll take everything. From you.
From the whole fucking wor-" I'd slipped out from my shirt, withered,
boney body sliding right out of the arms, leaving just the fabric in her
hand.
My trousers whipped off of my ankle as I ran, pummeled ass
painful with each jolting, jarring footfall. I didn't know where I was
running. I wasn't working off of logic, just trying to make some
distance from the oppressive, murderous energy that had been suffocating
me. I stumbled through the hall as her heavy, booming footsteps quaked
through the floor behind me. A slow, powerful march that was far faster
than my run. "Where are you gonna run, Paul?" She shouted, a mad lilt in
her voice, hot on my tail.
I dove into the bedroom, practically
feeling her breathing down my neck, and slammed the big, heavy door.
Pressing my body to the wood, I tried to barricade it, holding the
handle up so she couldn't turn it. She didn't. She knew what I was doing
on the other side. She wanted to show me how useless it was. Without a
run up - I would have felt it through the floor - she slammed her mass
into the wood. I bounced off the door, flying back a meter and a half to
a skittering halt. The wood had cracked under the immense force, a
large, dark line down the middle. I could have cemented the whole thing
shut and it wouldn't slow her down. A second slam splintered the crack
open, her beefy shoulder and bicep smashing through. Pulling back, she
extracted herself, a grinning demon looking in from the rift of a hole
that she'd opened. I back pedalled as handfuls of wood were ripped right
out of the frame, widening the opening. Frozen, back to the end of the
bed, I watched this unstoppable behemoth walk through - muscle through
what was left of the door, smashing debris into the room, growing
closer.
"What else did I take from you, Paul?" She asked, shadow
engulfing me, curling over me, her body seeming to stretch and hang atop
me as I cowered. "Oh, that's right," my solid member was taken in her
hand. "I took your fucking manhood too, didn't I?" She laughed. "And
you're still hard. But what are you actually gonna fuck with
this, pencil dick?" Her cackles made my shame swell.
A palm
smothered my chest, Ae Ri using it as leverage, taking me up the bed,
untucking the covers as I wriggled for freedom. "I wanna show you
something. Something I brought today." At the headboard, with one hand,
she reached under the bed, fishing for a moment before that black box,
the curiosity from earlier in the day, was taken out. Dropping it next
to me, she pried off the top. My eyes bulged. Inside, sat on black
cushions, was the biggest dildo I'd ever seen in my life. Nibbling on
her juicy, purple, bottom lip, she giggled. "It's the biggest they have.
I think it's supposed to be a joke present or something. But for me," a
longing exhale eased out of her, "oh, this big boy is gonna be just
perfect for me." Running her finger along it's gleaming, shiny, plastic
surface, she lingered on it until her eyes snapped back to me. "Until I
outgrow it anyway." Her smile stretched, devilish. "It'll be just like
when I outgrew you. First I won't be able to take it all at once, then,
eventually, it'll be so fun... Then... I'll just have to upgrade
again." Being replaced. This all started because of -
"In fact,
why don't we relive history a little?!" A purple, translucent, girthy,
24 inch cock slapped onto my chest, almost caving in my ribs, winding
me. She was unbuckling her belt. "We can stroll down memory lane and
relive your pinkie sized dick being out grown." Venomous. That's the way
I could describe her right now. I'd hurt her and now she was enjoying
hurting me.
"Ae Ri, you're n - " She flicked me in the head. "Master, you're not a leech." I croaked shamefully.
"Too late for that, asshole."
"I said that stuff be -"
She
was about to undo her trousers when a thought came to her, eyes
lighting up. "Y'know, I've not really outgrown any clothes. Well, I've
outgrown a fucking ton of them but not like... Actively." Oh, fuck.
"Stay here." She said, turning, leaving me alone with the purple dick
that was thicker than my forearm. I lifted it up, shifting my weight
forwards and upright. When she returned she had to really stoop to get
through the door, her heels announcing her arrival far before she was
actually in the decimated doorway. "How about we play a game?" She
strutted in, stretching even further above. "For every 30 seconds I'm
not cumming, I take some of your size. Fun game, right?"
Ripping
open a drawer she pulled out a bottle of lube and popped the top. "I
don't think I'm gonna be able to make you -" I was shoved back prone on
the mattress.
"You can use any tools at your disposal." She
spoke over me, squirting massive gobs of lube onto the massive dick
clenched to my chest. "If even this gets too small you're gonna have to
get creative." She giggled, conjuring up the tablet from somewhere.
"But I don - "
"30..."
"You're still dressed!"
She
gave me a look that translated to 'and?' "... 29... 28..." I scrambled,
hefting up the monster. Using one hand to slather the lube across it's
cold surface, I chucked it onto the bed and lunged towards her. My
stomach turned as I fumbled at the clasp of her trousers. I had to reach up, over my head, to try and unfasten it, sat on her waist.
Through her trousers I could smell her, the telltale sign of arousal
right in front of me. Residual lube on my hand hindered me, struggling
to fiddle with the clasp. Right as I wriggled my fingers in and got a
good grip, my stomach fell. Her abs flexed and she inhaled, trapping my
fingers in the waist and, making it impossible for me to tug on the
material and unhook the metal. One simple act forced the trousers to dig
into her, locking my fingers in placell.
"Please." I begged, looking up at the grinning eyes in the sky.
"11...
10..." She snorted a laugh. "Alright, let's be real, I'm clearly not
gonna orgasm in the next ten seconds." A resounding tat-tat on
the screen felt deafening. A familiar grip around my lungs burned. My
pinned fingers dwindled, letting them slip out to freedom as I wobbled
back. Horrified, numb to the pain, I watched her crotch climb higher and
higher, passing my face with it's powerful scent growing closer to my
nose. Each of her thighs flanked me, two beefy bouncers about to throw
me out of a club. Those hips were probably over double the broadness of
my shoulders.
Her groan of pleasure signalled the second half of
the transfer. I must have dropped four inches, relegating me down back
into three foot territory. All that size was being pumped straight into
her. Her trousers creaked, tightening around the girth of her curves.
Labia throbbing hard, her pussy bulged, the mound overfilling the space
and yanking the zipper in opposite directions, the flap of material that
covered it stretched, receding back. Through the zipper, little patches
of skin were obvious through the gaps in the golden metal, her beige
skin contrasting with its surroundings. On her waist the clasp whined,
metal bending as her ass and hips and legs and abdomen all expanded in
their confines. I waited for a rip, some way I could bypass the clothes
and get to my goal. But, dreadfully, my expected saviour never came and
her throbbing growth faded still.
Shuffling on her feet, coming
down from the high, her heels scraped the floor, toes curled slightly
over the lip of their soles, straps clearly biting into her skin. I knew
immediately that I'd never be able to peel these clothes off unless she
helped. Bested by clothes, I felt pathetic. Strategy. That was my only
chance. Ignoring the trousers, I rushed forwards and rubbed through the
silky material, pressing against the very obvious outline of her lips
and clit, massaging. Even if I was doomed to shrink again, I could get
her closer to orgasm and maybe save myself some future inches. "Ohhh,
given up on the big, scary trousers?" She teased, knowing I was doubling
down. "I guess you won't mind me skipping this round then?"
"It's not been 30 seconds!" I cried, abandoning my efforts. "That's not fair!"
"Life
isn't fair, midget." She sneered, hitting the tablet again. Outraged, I
restarted my foreplay, rubbing faster and harder, panic that I was
being cheated out of precious seconds. The surge through my nerves made
me gasp, my body giving out from the second barrage of electricity. I
fell onto her thigh, wrapping my arms around it to support myself. The
muscle tightened in response to me, straining the fabric more.
Heartbeat in my ears, temple against her pelvic bone I held tight and
dwindled. Quad and hamstring inflated in my arms, cords of muscle
growing and enngorging thicker. The bump of her pelvis rubbed along my
skin, climbing as my hunched body shrank downwards. Awe and dismay
filled me as slowly, that bloated, swollen mound of sex rose in my
vision, inching higher until the bottom of her lips were just level with
my eyes.
There was no time to soak the implication of my size
in though as an almighty groan vibrated every cell in my body. Now, she
grew. Almost immediately, her thighs ruptured the seams on the inside
of her thigh. As the redwoods shuddered longer and thicker in my arms,
bursts in random fireworks of material exploded. Splitting open all
along her thigh, clusters of stitches yielded to the rampant expansion.
Yet, the release of pressure still wasn't enough. Next, over my head, I
heard the shearing of metal, the tear of zipper tooth from tooth, her
clasp popping open simultaneously, letting her crotch spill out. Her
pussy, hungry and drooling, had escaped it's cage, fabric being drawn
downward to let it spill forth. In a microsecond, her stifling, mouth
watering musk hit me. Gun fire below caught my attention next, the
straps of her heels, cross crossing over her feet snapped open, unable
to take the pressure. Wide, long soles had dismantled the top of the
shoe leaving only her ankle securing the heels to her. Gradually the
rumbling stopped, the seismic quakes running through me quietening.
"I
- I don't know why you're complaining." She laughed, voice a notch
brassier, richer and deeper. "These spurts are getting me way wetter
than anything you're doing." Her assessment was accurate. She was
fucking soaking. Juices had darkened what was left of the damp material
covering her crotch, her wetness having run down the open seams to give
her skin a sheen. Even my forearm was wet. I stripped myself off of the
pillar that had supported me, a skin peeling from a banana, and looked
up into her pussy. Agape, awestruck by it's size hovering over me, I
stared. The crotch of her trousers had sunk lower and lower as she'd
grown, the ripped zipper making a wide V shape. I could see the top half
of her vagina, the swollen clit proudly sat above the start of acres of
labia, as if it were on a throne. It looked as if it could eat me
alive.
Ae Ri stepped back to get a better look at me.
Repositioning her weight was too much for the chunky heels on her shoes.
A snap and a crunch sent her feet thudding awkwardly to the ground, the
extra boosted inches crushed underfoot. It dropped her crotch back to
level with my face but didn't erase how intimidating it looked. In turn,
I stepped back and drank in the scene. Her shirt was barely holding on,
skin spilling through the gaps between buttons on the white material.
Her trousers were torn asunder, numerous gaping holes acting as windows
for her swelling form Using her feet nimbly, she got what was left of
her heels off, opening more tears in her clothing. Looking back to me,
she grinned. "30... " The countdown begun again from the top and I was
spurred back into action, not having the time to observe the madness.
Grabbing
the edges of her destroyed zipper, I pulled, forcing the already ripped
material to open further along the frayed line, fully unleashing her.
Her scent made my head spin, my addiction making my brain foggy. I dove
in, licking the giant marble, swallowing down everything that came my
way and sinking my fingers into her moistness. Ae Ri gave a delighted
half laugh at my zeal and cupped my head to her. "26..." Time ticked
down and, terrifyingly, I found that my fingers were sliding in and out
of her almost too easily, her sex eagerly demanding something more.
Slowly, I transitioned to my entire hand, nectar running down my palm
and wrist as I drilled my arm in and out. The fear I'd had before, when
she'd consumed my hand, was even stronger... Because now my hand didn't
even seem to phase her. I sunk more of myself into her, recklessly
trying to coax out an orgasm. "NUhhuugggh, faster, Paulie!" She groaned,
teasingly squeezing me with her inner muscles, a leg bumping me. Even
her slight movements - unconscious twitches and spasms - were enough to
make me unstable so I clung to her, one arm around her leg, fingers
overwhelmed by the meat on her ass. Speeding up, more of my wrist and
forearm began to disappear into her, my shoulder beginning to ache. "15
seconds left, midget! Don't you think you should move up to the heavy
artillery?"
Shit. In my panic, neck deep in the fumes of her sex,
forgetting that purple monster. But with the wick of the candle burning
down, did I have time to get it? Could I get it and back in time before
shrinking? "Ten seconds! " She sang while I desperately fought for my
life.
Fuck it. I had to go for it. The silver bullet for this
behemoth, something that could satisfy her insatiable, bottomless greed
for more could be right there waiting on the bed. I disengaged, stopping
licking and stepped away. Or tried to. I didn't even get my arm out of
her before she moved. As I'd attempted to pry myself away, the tendrils
of the kraken slithered around me. Girthy, leviathan legs moved to stop
me, Ae Ri taking a goliath step, one leg over my shoulder to wrap me up
in a prison of flesh. One leg behind me, one in front, she brought them
together. Arm, chest, face was swallowed, my head being slobbered on by
her cunt, neck pressed into a jaunty angle. She flexed, inside and out,
sucking more of my arm into her and crushing, compressing and grinding
me. Bones threatening to collapse, my muffled cries came from mushed
cheeks. "Let me go! You're ch-cheating!"
The laugh that elicited
was abrutal. A harsh, short sound. "I make the rules, puppy! This is my game." She said squeezing hard when she said 'my' with an
emphasis. "Like I said, I take what I want. And right now, this is what I want." Even in the fire of her loins, surrounded
by lava skin, I felt the cold creep in. The shrink. Pinned between her
legs, I was condensed smaller, compacted, every pulse I yielded about to
be taken. My heels lifted from the ground, forced to tiptoe or be held
solely by her. Everything swelled around me, her pussy slurping me in,
gleefully tightening, reluctant to release me.
When it stopped I
was half hanging, half teetering, fully crushed. A wave of vibrations
were the starting pistol for the second half to begin. Rivers of
ambrosia ran over me, the viceral sound of her growth all around
me. I could hear bones widening, lengthening, muscle strands pumping
with power, skin rubbing on skin, even the staccato popping of shirt
buttons above - but the most disturbing sounds were the closest. The
cacophony of noise from her vagina. The literal gurgle it made as air
shifted through her growing body, popping and squelching, my arm being
sucked up, her clit slowly moving over my eye as her slit crawled over
more of me. Claiming me. Painting me in her juices like a territorial
animal. My feet left the floor as the surge all around me took me too
high. Suddenly, I dropped to the ground, slipping and falling onto my
ass, pain making my yelp. Her legs had parted as she the pleasure that
dissipated after the growth. I didn't have the luxury to relish
anything. I needed to end this.
Clawing at the floor, I went to
the bed. Grasping the beast, I heft up it's mighty weight, I lifted up
my purple sword. It was as long as my entire torso, as chunky around as
my thigh. This was my Excalibur. I might not be able to get the job done
alone, but with this maybe I had a chance. Wheeling around, I charged.
She was still in ecstacy when I positioned its tip against her lips. Out
of some relfex she widened her stance, looking down surprised. I
speared her, left hand guiding my lance, right hand thrusting it home.
Pushing up in an explosive push, her juices spattered to the ground,
displaced by the cock. Her groan of satisfaction rung my ears. I'd
shoved almost half of the dragon slayer into her, it's thickness and my
weakness slowing the plunge.
Like mistletoe or an arrow to the
heel, this felled the Goddess. Eyelashes fluttering, she took a step
back. Then another. Her fall to the bed practically bounced me and the
furniture in the room from the ground with it's impact. Propped up on
her elbows she stared at me, legs open wide. "Now we-we're getting
somewhere." She breathed, euphoria oozing off of her... And out of her.
"Remember the first time I asked you to go harder?" She goaded me. "Do I
need to ask again?" Lurching forward, I grabbed the end of my
weapon,mobilising my whole body, pulling against her tightness and
pushing it back in. Ignoring fatigue, ignoring latic acid burning me, I
pumped. In and out, in and out, driving slightly more of the plastic
into the beast with every push. A determination burned in me. I didn't
want to shrink anymore. Each inch I lost was one step closer to complete
uselessness. One step closer to boredom. One step closer to
expendability. To Felicia.
I didn't want her to take me. I didn't
want to leave. I didn't want to leave. I was better with her.
She'd proven it time and time again. Without her I drifted through life,
purposeless, conviction-less.
Ae Ri was the best thing that ever happened to me.
If
the situation wasn't so dire I might have laughed. This stark
realisation dawned on me now as I rabidly fucked her. Still, finally
being at peace with the thought, it filled me with the drive to keep
going. To keep pushing. I couldn't afford to lose more. At this size I
wouldn't be able to cook. I'd only be able to clean or... Or give
massages. I had to keep myself useful.
"Harder, Paul!" She
yelled, hoarse, riding the waves, furiously playing with her clit while I
shoved coals into the fire. "Five... Four...." I hadn't even heard her
countdown, too absorbed by the need to get her to cum. It had been much,
much longer than 30 seconds, I now realised. I could tell from how I
felt like rubber, from how my strength had waned. I was using my entire
body, stepping back and running forwards over and over. I was beyond
exhausted and she still wanted more. Jesus, even her pussy was beating
me. I couldn't even do this. I couldn't even fuck. I was becoming
worthless, but I needed to keep pushing to the final second. I needed
to hold on to something. So I played to the fickle rules of the game and
redouble my efforts, driving in abother inch of her toy. It was about
two thirds in with every push now. A tight, creamy circle of her
pleasure marking how much I could force in.
"One." I wanted to
cry. Four more inches evaporated out of me as I continued, not even
stopping as it did. As the legs around me rose, appearing to stretch
further behind me, ramming the purple beast in and out of her grew
harder. Muscle dwindled. Bone withered. Hope faded. I wasn't strong
enough to beat her man eater. This was the en -
"C'mon, Paulie.
Yo-ou're doing so good. D-don't stop. I'mmmmm soo f-fucking cllose."
Praise. It shocked me, a slap to the face dispelling the dark. She
wasn't even angry anymore. She was smiling, shimmering with sweat,
panting. This was just another of her wild games. She was having fun
with me.
My sagging form had purpose breathed into it, fingers
curling around the purple hilt firmly. I grunted as I slammed my chest
into the end of the dildo. Back pedalling, I dragged the sword free from
the stone. To my amazement, it was getting easier, my motivation
somehow gifting me power. Even pushing it back in was easier. I could
fucking do this! I could win!
Thunder rolled. One of her hands
scrunched a fistful of sheets bigger than my head. Her legs trembled on
either side of me, charging the air with an electricity. Three quarters
of the dildo sank in this push. Four fifths the next. It was getting
easier because she was outgrowing Excalibur. It wasn't me getting
stronger. She was outgrowing the nuclear option right fucking now.
Her
hips bucked and the sex toy was nearly torn from my hands. Instead I
lifted up, feet skidding as I landed back. I held as she thrashed, the
entire thing sinking in as the growth and a series of orgasms entwined
into an explosion. A gush from a fire hydrant shotgunned me to the
ground, slipping and sliding on the floor.
Laying in a puddle of
juices, I wheezed, coughing up some of the liquid that had blasted me. I
was so burned out that my vision was unfocused, heartbeat pounding in
my ears. Refusing to look down at myself and see the damage done, a
cacophony of feelings ran through me. It was bittersweet. She'd forgiven
me so seamlessly that I was overjoyed, but in the process I'd hastened
what I dreaded. Weakly, I rose my head and looked down my miniscule
body. Trembling with fatigue, I sat up. The weight of Felicia's
premonition finally made me buckle. Anger and indignation melted into
sorrow.
My sniffling and choked back sobs stirred Ae Ri out of
her sexual haze after some time. The mountain rose and observed me.
Extracting the toy from her lips, she dropped it next to me. My
microscopic body hunched over, on my knees. At 2'11, I probably looked
like a misshapen bowling ball to her. I was shattered, tiny and tired,
barely having survived making her cum, dripping in sex.
"Oh,
stop being a pussy, Paul. Don't act like you wouldn't have given me
those inches eventually anyway." She said, prodding me with a big toe
that could fill my palm.
"It's not about that." I croaked.
"What? What the fuck is going on with you?" She seemed genuinely perplexed for once.
"How
much more do I give before I can't do anything? It won't be long until
you get rid of me next." I let it spill free. The real reason for this
whole argument.
"What? What did you just fucking say?" It was
like I'd just accused her of something disgusting. Ae Ri rounded on me, a
hand struck down, lightning fast, engulfing my neck, chin and head to
pull me up, forcing me to look at her. An imax cinema screen wouldn't
fit the face that I was looking into through tear filled eyes.
"You're gonna throw me away next!" I screamed at the giant, throat raw, beating my tangerine fists on her arm.
"You
left me and now you're telling me I'm going to throw you away?!"
She sounded equally disdainful and in disbelief. Standing from the bed,
making the frame whine as mass moved, she stood from the bed, stepping
over the puddle I'd been wallowing in, walking so fast the entire room
streaked into colours, I swung, weightless in her hand. "Y'know, I
fucking should! You'd deserve it after all the stupid shit you've
pulled! But guess what?" I went into free fall, the air whipping around
me as I sailed down.
Twisting my ankle on impact I squealed and
swore and screamed. She took my shoulders and turned me to the front
door, ignoring my pain. "Look!" She snarled, pointing at the gargantuan
square.
"What!? What?! What do you want me to fucking look a-" A
bell rung, crisp and clear in my head, silencing the storm. I stared up
at the door.
Every single lock was open.
Chains hanging
limp. Deadbolts unfastened, slotted to the left. Latches, turned, left
open. One handle was all that stood between me and the outside.
"It's
been like this for over half a fucking month, Paul." Pins and needles.
All over my body. "You could have walked out and left me again! Any
fucking time! But you didn't want to, did you?! You didn't even look at the door!" Shell shocked, I turned to her dumbly. "Every
time I finally trust you, you do something so fucking stupid!" She held
her head, a remanent scrap of shirt tearing at her bicep. "It's like
you're trying to fuck up!"
At her wits end, she grabbed the
handle and opened the door wide, cool air washing over me. That long
hallway leading to the elevators was right there before me. "You don't
want to be thrown away, you wanna leave on your own accord? Is that it,
Paul? Then go." Her voice was unsteady. "Go now. Because that's the only way you leave me again." Her nostrils widened and shrank as
she huffed, staring at me, waiting.
Mind awash with confusion and
shock, I tried to take it all in but couldn't. Denial weeded in. Was
this another trap? An excuse to take more and hasten my future exit? I
didn't want to go. I never wanted to go. And being forced to look down
the proverbial barrel of the gun, I freaked out further. Limping on my
twisted ankle, I staggered forwards. Small fingers from both hands
hooked onto the door. I slammed as hard as I could. It didn't even close
fully, but that didn't dull my point or my feelings. "I don't want to go! I don't want to leave you!" I shouted back, chest
heaving with each breath. I reeled in the outburst, shaking. "But... But
it's just a matter of time before you get bored of me... And - and you
get rid of me too." I was getting choked up all over again. "I mean,
fucking look at me, Ae Ri. What good am I? At some point I'll be too
small and too useless and - and then I'll be another 'tiny' for Felica,
just like Charlotte."
"Why the fuck do you keep saying
that?!" She said, frustrated, hands balling into rage filled claws.
"You're mine. I chased you for months because you're mine! I took you because you are mine! And I don't give a shit how small
you fucking are! No one is taking you because YOU. ARE. MINE!"
The tiny bones in my ears might have just been blasted to dust. That
last word had turned into a physical shock wave with how hard she
shouted it at me. It made me sink to my ass.
Cradelling my head
in my hands, I sat there. She wanted me. She owned me. "She said I was
next." I said, hollowly. "She said it would happened eventually." I
didn't believe it anymore. The rampage of a response I'd received had
purified the dark seed of doubt that Felicia had planted. But I'd been
tricked again. Played and manipulated, weaponised against Ae Ri. That
made my heart ache. I'd done exactly what Felicia wanted.
"What?" The word was a blade being unsheathed.
"Felicia said it and I believed her." I whispered to myself, griefstricken.
Hands
under my arms unfolded me, raising me up. Realisation had dawned on her
and she understood what had happened, why I'd been parroting crazy
words. Rage had turned into an almost maternal level of care at the flip
of a switch. A hug so warm and encompassing that it could melt winter
surrounded me. Car sized blimps cushioned me on either side. Arms
squeezed me tight. She crushed me into her with an intensity that made
everything go away. Protective. Comforting. "You're not going anywhere,
Paulie." I hugged back. Wrapping twigs around her neck I held her as
tight as I could. "And I'm going to destroy that bitch for this."
Author's Chapter Notes:
Happy holidays!