A Tale of Myth and Legend
Birthday Olympics of Horror
Chapter 1 – Happy Birthday Jenny!
By Richard C.H. Davies
Present Day - Jenny
Jenny finished her breakfast as quickly as she could, she was desperate to open her present. It had been sitting there on the breakfast bar.
Her mother was nowhere to be seen this morning, her 21st birthday morning. However, she had clearly left Jenny the gift, as she usually did, and also expected her to open it and enjoy it on her own. She never liked to hear any details.
She examined the neatly wrapped red box, it was a large rectangular shape, only about four inches tall but long. She gripped the box and admired the bright red bow. The presentation was nice, but it was the contents she was looking forward to.
She turned over the label on the top to examine the note. It read:
“To my precious daughter, have a great birthday. Look forward to seeing you for dinner. Enjoy your presents. Love Mum x.”
She carefully picked up the box with both hands, it had some weight to it at the bottom but mostly felt hollow inside. She was excited to find out its contents. She put down her half eaten cereal bowl and spoon in the sink, ran the tap over it to fill it with water to dilute the milk, the cleaner would sort out the rest, and rushed up the stairs, into her room and locked the door.
She sat on her bed in her pyjamas and placed the box on her lap. Her heart started to race in eager anticipation. She scrabbled at the corners of the wrapping paper with her pink shellac nails and pulled it back.
Jenny threw the wrapping paper across the room and gently unfolded the lid of the box.
She gasped in excitement as she looked down at the contents. Her mouth was open, swiftly sucking in air in her excitement. She reached down into the box with her index finger reaching outwards, she bit her lip in anticipation.
Inside the box were three inch tall men, they had been strapped down to the bottom of the box, with decorative tape. They were naked, in a star shape with their limbs splayed outwards. She counted each of them with her index finger, gently pressing her fingertip against each of their flaccid penis’. She counted twenty one of them. How thoughtful of her mother.
They were all struggling against their constraints, wide eyed looking up at her in terror.
Sometimes her mother got her some willing people, other times like this, they appeared to not be so willing.
Jenny recalled her first Christmas that she had received a shrunken person as a present from her mother. She was eighteen. She had been arguing for months since her birthday in October about why she couldn’t go out with boys her age.
“They will take advantage of you,” her mum had said in frustration at her daughters persistence, “boys just want one thing at your age…” and on one occasion she added, “in fact at any age they want just one thing.”
“I can take care of myself,” Jenny had always argued back “what’s the point in all of the self-defence classes you put me through?” and swiftly followed by “it’s so unfair, I hate you,” was regularly used as a response. At that point she actually did hate her mother, the feelings of claustrophobia and of being cooped up in the grounds of the large house took its toll on her, regardless of the entertainment systems, and training coaches available for her.
She was therefore very surprised at what she found when she had awoken on Christmas morning.
*
3 years ago – Christmas Day – Jenny’s Bedroom
Her face still red from crying herself to sleep; she still felt tired as if her sleep had brought her no rest. She laboriously grabbed the stocking that was at the end of her bed, leaning forward in her pyjamas. It would be filled with the usual customary contents such as chocolate, stationary and sweet, as well as a few items that might be of interest that her mum’s personal assistant, Liana, would select.
Liana had quite good taste actually, she had eventually tasted good as well, Jenny smirked when she remembered back. As Jenny had come of age Liana had chosen presents that had been of interest to Jenny, more adult underwear, makeup, face and body treatments and fashionable clothes.
Jenny had pulled the heavy bulging stocking across the bed towards her. It was a woollen hand stitched stocking, red with white stars and green Christmas trees. There was string with pompoms tied in a bow at the top of it, closing the mouth of the stocking.
She pulled at the bow with her thumb and index finger and loosened the neck of the stocking. An orange spilled out and rolled onto her duvet.
She watched it stop in disinterest and then delved her hand into the stocking. She pulled out a series of wrapped presents of all shapes and sizes. She could tell the hair brush and makeup sets from the size and shapes.
She could tell the clothing items from how they felt and she guessed which ones were chocolates, sweets and stationary.
She slouched in indifference as she unwrapped one of the packets; which from the shape and feel she assumed to be chocolate.
Oh… she huffed, surprise, surprise, it was chocolate.
She huffed and unwrapped the chocolate bar, pulling out the contents with her thumb and forefinger. It was a small, thin chocolate. Her vision started to grow watery as her eyes welled up.
She threw the wrapper onto her floor in her sulk, which was building to a crescendo. She was fed up with having to spend Christmas morning on her own, she wasn’t able to spend free time with people her own age and she wasn’t even allowed a single boyfriend. It was so unfair and she blamed her mum for all of it.
She broke the chocolate in half and popped one half in her mouth and chewed, then licked the chocolate from her fingertips. It didn’t sate her anger or frustration.
Still holding the piece of chocolate she delved into the stocking with her other hand and rooted around a bit more. She grabbed hold of a box and pulled it out.
She held it up quizzically and couldn’t guess its contents, so she pulled back the neat wrapping and ripped the paper away. She threw the paper on the floor and looked at the note, it was written in her mother’s handwriting:
‘My darling, I know you wanted a boyfriend. So here you are. This one is yours to keep. Merry Christmas Love Mum x’
Jenny folded her eyebrows in a frown. Was this some kind of joke? How could a present in a box be equal or comparable to a boyfriend?
She lifted the lid off the box and nearly dropped the box in surprise at what she saw.
Inside the box was a tiny man, looking up at her in terror. She looked back at him in terror. Was this real?
The chocolate had dropped from her fingers onto the duvet and she just held the box in front of her, both of them were frozen waiting for the other to make the first move.
She examined him with her eyes, without moving another muscle, he was good looking, athletic and completely naked. She hadn’t seen a real naked person, large or small before.
She finally broke the silence as the curiosity got to her; and the surprise faded slightly.
“Are you… real?” She asked with amazement at the tiny breathing form in front of her. He slowly nodded in response. His tiny eyes were looking up at her. He looked genuinely frightened.
She opened her mouth and breathed in deeply, and then her mouth formed into a smile.
Her mother had just given her a… tiny man.
She had never seen one naked and this close up before. She had seen them on various media channels on the internet. She was fascinated, as she looked down upon his tiny form.
“Please help me,” he begged up at her suddenly regaining his confidence. “Your mother told me she would make me big again… if I pleased you.”
That sent a jolt of excitement through Jenny.
She quickly glanced at the note on her bed cover. The note said he was hers to ‘keep’, there was nothing temporary in that statement. Her smart mother had clearly just tried to incentivise or manipulate him.
She smiled down at him, that was her mother alright. Poor thing hadn’t a clue.
“Okay,” she cooed at him, appeasing him. “How can you please me though?” She asked, party feigning naivety and partly intrigued.
He shrugged nervously.
“I don’t know, what do you want me to do?”
She shrugged back.
“You’re too small to give me a massage,” she said, thinking of her options. He considered that quickly and then nodded in agreement.
“Can I pick you up first?” She asked him quickly. He was barely nodding and she was already holding him between the thumb and forefinger of her hand. She discarded the box and held him close up in front of her face.
She rotated his body and slowly moved her neck and head, like a heron watching a fish, as she examined him very closely from all angles.
He was heavier than she expected in her fingertips, but still felt like the weight of a hamster. She was amazed at how small all of his features were, but he was still a human man… and he was hers to own. He stared back at her anxiously.
“Erm… perhaps… I can try to massage your foot?” he asked nervously.
“Okay,” she smiled and put him down on the bed and thrust her bare foot out towards him.