by Xinunar » Fri Dec 10, 2021 10:48 pm
Chapter 6
Brad did Mach 3 all the way to Lake Macon (or Lake Make Out as everyone called it) and pulled into one of the campsites by the lakeside. He turned the car off and tried to think. Shit! He had just kidnapped a girl! If at any point he could have taken her back, that had passed the minute she knew he was lying to her. If he let her go now, she was sure to go to the police. They might not believe her, but if they DID, and he even had to go to a hearing or through any of that lawyer stuff… shit, again!
He sighed...there was no way. He'd have to keep her. He grinned a little bit, thinking of her, his new pet, and tried to decide where he was going to keep her, but he could hear April's faint sobs from inside his bag, which truly annoyed him. What was she whining about? He hadn't even really done anything to her, and here she was crying like a baby over it. He was going to have to set her straight on this deal right now. He unzipped the bag again and grabbed her up…roughly!
"Look, shut the hell up already! I haven't even DONE shit to you yet, and you're freaking on me!" She gasped and silenced herself, apparently really scared. Brad couldn't help but enjoy the look on her face. Damn, she was hot. And he had total control over her! He could feel the hard-on creeping up on him again, but he continued his little lecture. "Now, look… I can't take you back now, so you might as well get used to being with me, you're mine. I'll keep you fed and all that shit, so long as you do what I tell you to do. Now, don't START that shit again," he demanded, closing his grip tighter around her, causing her to squirm in pain. "Or I SWEAR I'll squish you like a bug, you got that, little girl?" She nodded, her face strained with pain and fear, and he let go, watching her gasp for air on his palm. Even he was a little scared at what he was saying, but it seemed so surreal...maybe it wasn't real. Either way, he thought, checking her out again, I better make use of her while I can.
He unzipped his pants and pulled his underwear down out of the way so his raging hard-on could breathe a bit. He reached over and touched her little breasts again, marveling at how they were so perfectly formed, like little chocolate chips. The thought made him smile a bit, then made him want a taste. Tentatively, he raised her to his lips and she screamed, not knowing what he meant to do.
"I'm not gonna hurt you," he whispered, holding her back a little. "Just relax..." he added, before leaning in quickly to take both breasts in his mouth.
She tasted like flowers, he thought, taking in the scent of her as she squirmed to get out from under him. He bent a finger behind her head so she couldn't slide up, then easily separated her tiny legs by sliding his thumb in between them. She froze suddenly, feeling the finger and tried not to move but he ran his tongue up and down her body from her breast to her bush and she moaned in despair. He could still feel her wriggling as he licked her every hot spot, and moved away to see her better. Her eyes were closed tightly and tears streamed down her face, but she was actually pushing herself against his finger and rubbing herself like crazy on it.
Shit, she's trying to get off on my FINGER!, he thought wildly, grinning like an idiot. Then he grabbed his penis and began stroking like mad, as he watched her. Suddenly, he had an even better plan. He looked from her to his dick, then slowly brought her down until she was resting on top of his cock so that she was tummy and tits down across it. The sensation of her little moist slit and her tiny arms and legs dangling around it was amazing. It was longer than she was but her head rested right on top of his, he noted with a huge grin.
April understood at this point that she was trapped, and that her life depended on what she did to keep Brad happy, but she was not ABOUT to enjoy it...until he started to suck and lick all over her. A sudden wave of pleasure had attacked her, pushing the guilt to the far recesses of her mind. She had no idea what possessed her, but she knew from a few dozen sleepless nights of dreaming about Brad, with a pillow between her knees, that she was right where she wanted to be. Things had gotten surreal to her, too.... Was she really here, or was this just part of some vivid dream? People don't shrink, she thought, the excitement muddling her mind - not in real life.... I HAVE to be dreaming, don't I?
The pleasure overwhelmed her, until it suddenly stopped. She felt a drop in the pit of her stomach, then felt herself being shifted. She looked up to find herself straddled across the length of Brad's huge cock with her chin nestled on top of the head. Surely he didn't expect to get inside her? She hadn't ever done it in real life, let alone this at this size!...She couldn't handle ANYone's size, now!
She sat up and turned to look at him in a panic, about to protest again but felt a huge finger against her back press her right back down against him. "Don't let me stop you," his voice boomed above her. "Finish up, so I can finish up!"
He bounced his cock a little, and she shrieked in panic, clutching it tightly with her hands and legs. He moaned with pleasure and pressed down on her a little harder, pushing her pussy into it. She gasped, suddenly remembering the sensation she had before. She tried to rub against him again, but found herself in no position to gain traction. It didn't matter because he slowly began to push her from behind with his finger, sliding her up and down his velvety skin. She gasped again, as his body kept hitting her little senses with pheromones it wasn't meant to handle, at such a diminutive size. She cried a little again, knowing how much she'd hate herself for this but knew she had no choice. Besides, the pleasure she felt was quickly overcoming any sense of guilt and fear.
April clung tightly to him, moaning with excitement, feeling first one, two, then three giant fingers pressing down on her. She felt it building in her, the orgasm of a lifetime. She screamed out, arching into him, her arms and legs flailing wildly in the throes of passion.
He rubbed until she went completely limp, every bit of her excitement pumped out to wet the cock beneath her. "No more...please..." she sighed, resting her head on his cockhead.
"WHAT?" he demanded. "Like hell, we're done! Look, you're too tiny to just be a prick tease, little girl. I'll let you know when I'M finished!"
She looked up, and her stomach tightened at the crazed determination on his face. She tried to sit up, but suddenly found herself engulfed in his huge hand. Her screams were immediately muffled, as he turned her to the underside of his penis. Then he grabbed her and himself even tighter and started stroking again. April's momentary fantasy was shattered as she found herself pinned between a hand and a hard place, with no room to move, barely room to breath, and her every struggle making her giant fantasy man squeeze her tighter and stroke even faster….
A sudden jolt...
A pause...
A muffled curse...
A quick release of pressure...and April took in a HUGE deep breath then another and another and...
She felt herself shift again, this time to an unstable standing position and opened her eyes just in time to see the white tarp stretching over her and blocking out the light. Another shift and she was in perfect darkness, too exhausted to scream as her world ROLLED…
Chapter 7
The sound of tires on gravel froze Brad's jerking quickly. "Shit!" he gasped, opening his hand. He had been so damn close, but the noise...he looked back and saw that Dave and Jeff were pulling up. He opened his hand to see if the girl was okay and then slipped her into his briefs and pulled his shorts up again. He didn't really want to look at her, didn't really want to know if she was okay... didn't want to see her all freaked out and scared.... He already had lost the beauty of hormone oblivion, and the thought of her face wasn't helping any. He sat for a moment, building up his cool again, as he went soft, then climbed gently out of the car to face his friends.
"Whassup, big DAAAAVE?" he grinned, high fiving him.
"Baaaaad Braaaaad the MAN!" Dave yodeled, mimicking a sportcaster as he slapped palms with him. "Whassup?'
"So, dude, what's up with this doll woman shit?" Jeff asked, half laughing. "Musta been something serious that you cut practice...Coach Murph is gonna have your NUTS tomorrow, man!"
Brad felt a shift just then and snickered almost hysterically, the minor thrill returning to him at the thought. "Yeah, well, the tiny chick's got my nuts right now, dude!"
"What?" Dave asked, laughing a little too, just watching him.
"She's hanging on to my fucking nuts right now, dude!" he spurted, unable to control the nervous laughter. "Seriously, man! I can feel her moving around right next to my dick!" He looked at Jeff and Dave, who had stopped laughing to look strangely at him, then turned his back on them. He reached into his underwear and pulled her out. He turned back around.
"That's that doll chick, man!?" Jeff winced. "You had her in your shorts!?"
"Dude! You are one sick fuck!" laughed Dave, taking the edge off the moment. "We would've BOUGHT you a rubber doll, man!'
"Shit! No, LOOK at her, you idiots!" He moved her up to eye level and blew on her hair. He was a little nervous before, but having his friends around brought back a little of the surreal quality of before. She was real, but they were...realer. "Hey, you awake?"
"And naked, too, you perverted...oh, SHIT, she MOVED, dude!" Dave screamed, nearly climbing up Jeff's arm in surprise, then moving in a little closer. "What the FUCK...!?"
All three boys leaned their heads in to look at her, as she moaned a little, weakly rolling with her eyes closed, then she turned toward them, looked up and screamed. Dave and Jeff jumped back a little, then looked back up at Brad, who quickly cupped a hand over her with a smug smile.
"Told ya."
"She's real?" Jeff asked, looking stunned.
"Yeah," came the reply. "She just, like, got small in front of me, so I picked her up. She freaks a little, once in awhile, but she can't really do anything to you.'
"Do we know her?" asked Dave, suddenly looking like a guilty child.
"Some sophomore chick, I don't know," Brad breezed, not wanting to attach a name to the face anymore. "Look, the point is, she's perfect! You know how all the cheerleader bitches are always prancing around flashin' their shit and then shoving you off right when you get going? Well, this little hottie doesn't do that! She'll ride your rod all fuckin" NIGHT and not say shit about it! It's like she's Jeannie and I'm the master, right?"
Dave and Jeff still looked a little wary, so he added, "Look, you guys; it's just a little fun, right? We'll let her go later, but who the fuck is she gonna tell? Who's gonna believe her over us, assuming she ever GETS big? Besides, I didn't make her this small, I SAVED her little ass from getting trampled on. She OWES me big and you're my boys, so…" He gestured to them, as if to show that what was his was theirs.
The other two exchanged glances, then Jeff nodded slightly. "Pull her out again, dude." Brad uncupped his hand and their eyes slowly widened, as their perspective adjusted. This wasn't a toy or doll; this was a girl. Dave reached out to touch her little breast, and she backed away again, but not far enough. A silly grin crossed his face, as he took her quickly from Brad's hands.
"Hey...'Brad started, but Dave held him back.
"Share, dude, come on, I just wanna see her!" He held her in his hand and poked her a little, making her squeal and move some, then smirked. "I know what'll get her moving...check this out!" He flipped her tummy side down in his hand, then with her little twat bared again, took a quick lick straight up her legs and up her slit. She screamed in panic and pleasure, and he grinned. "Tastes just like tuna!'
"Okay, my turn." Jeff grinned, grabbing her from Dave to lick her straight up the front. "Yeah, you're right...we gotta check out the sophomore meat more often!"
The boys cracked up as she kicked and screamed anew, all struggles simply providing more laughter and another reason to outdo each other.
"How "bout a finger fuck, baby?" Dave leered, pushing her legs apart and trying to worm a pinky up into her. She wailed in agony and fought him, but Jeff smacked him in the back of the head and pulled her away.
"Don't be a dipshit, Dave, look how small she is!" he demanded, holding her up backward again. "Shit!….Get a pencil or something.'
"Gimme her back for a sec," Brad grinned. He boldly yanked his rod out, then straddled her across it again. "Let her ride THIS python instead of a fucking pencil!" The other two rolled in laughter, barely able to breathe. Brad grinned, loving the attention, but knowing he needed one better than this to maintain his focus. He was nearly knocked over with his next idea. "Dudes," he almost whispered, "Let's put her on the hood of the car and bury her ass in cum!'
"Oh, SHIT yeah!" Dave yelled, following Brad to the car hood and fumbling out his cock. "This is for every little bitch that ever blue balled me!" He began stroking away at his cock like a madman.
"This is for all those little prick teases!" yelled Jeff, grabbing his cock and pulling.
"This is for all the girls to come...here WE come!" Brad hollered, pinning April to the hood with one hand and jerking off with the other.
"Sooo, what is this, Boy Scout camp?" came another voice.
Chapter 8
All three fumbled their shorts back up, the carnality of the moment gone as they turned to look.
"Who the fuck are you?!" Brad asked the gangling kid that stood there.
"Russell Farber," he said, pushing his glasses up. "I get my turn first, right?"
"What makes you think you're invited, ya little prick?" said Dave, as he and Jeff became a wall of muscle.
"Well, because I know who she is, and I know you guys aren't interested in anyone finding out that you've got her. AND," he added quickly, "beating the shit out of me is NOT enough to keep me quiet about it. Any of you interested in dumping a body my size and hoping you don't get caught?"
The faces of the two looked strained, as their toy became a kidnapped girl, and the geek in front of them turned into their leader. The wall of muscle crumbled and Brad pushed his way past them, April on his hand and a strangely amiable smile on his face.
"Fine, little man! Wanna dick around with the big boys? Impress us!" Brad placed April on Russ's palm, then stood expectantly.
Russell looked down at April, who looked back up at him in terror. His heart fell...what the hell had they DONE to her? Was he too late? Russell nearly buckled just looking at her, but he knew she wasn't safe until they weren't here anymore. But with them all looking right at him, there was no hope of escaping them. Maybe they'd believe his threat, but still...maybe they'd finish what they started, seeing as how they were busted anyway. Russell's mind worked until he was at rock bottom...which left him only one option...
He gasped, pointing. "Officer Hurley?'
All three boys turned, faces pale and Russell ran like he'd been in track for years, clutching April to his chest in cupped hands. The footsteps behind him started after he'd barely gotten 10 feet away, but fear motivated his feet to even greater feats of strength.
Ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit...!, he thought, lungs screaming for air, as he tried to gently hold his cargo without damaging her. He ran out of the campsite through a thicket, then stumbled out next to his car on the side of the road, jumped in and started it with the door still open, then PEELED out with April huddled in his lap. He looked back at the boys running in his rearview and, even though he knew he could outdistance them, didn't breathe until they slowed down to a gasping halt in the dust he was kicking up.
Chapter 9
Russell panted in horror, relief and just plain lack of air, as the 3 biggest members of the soccer team vanished in a cloud of dust behind his 1980 Plymouth Champ - with their dicks hanging out. He'd never been happier to see his little VW rabbit knockoff of a car in his life, but his victory went back to its central focus. "April, are you okay? God, I'dve been here sooner, I swear, but I had to follow those guys at a distance, since I never came out to Lake Make Out before, and I had no idea which site Brad was at. I just knew something weird was up, but not THIS weird...April?"
A quick glance down told him she was out cold. He drove for a mile or two, taking back roads to head a less-traveled way home, taking frequent glances at her. Finally, he pulled over onto a side road, knowing he had lost the guys. He couldn't go home yet because he knew they'd be waiting. His best bet was to hide out here for a while until they cooled off. 'I should take her to the police, or to her parents,' he thought. But for some reason, he didn't. Not yet. It was all so weird, so scary. He wanted time to think, to sort things out.... to be with April.
His gaze traveled back down to the miniature girl in his lap. She was lying haphazardly on her back across both legs, her arms splayed out leaving a perfect view of her tiny breasts. She must have passed out, he thought. He tried unsuccessfully not to stare. This was his best friend, he's not supposed to stare, if she somehow winds up naked.... God, she's gorgeous, he thought, feeling a blush turn his face on fire. He couldn't believe how bad he wanted to touch her, even after all she might have been through thus far.... Tentatively, he extended a finger toward her. He thought again and pulled back, then reached a bit further, pulled back. Pervert!, he thought. But then again…when am I ever gonna get this chance again?
He reached again, hand shaking...and connected with outer edge of her upper thigh. I'll just touch non-erotic places, he thought. He swallowed hard, looking at the lump in his jeans, not far from her prone body Then held himself as steady as possible, letting the edge of his finger run up her thigh, up her side, around the curve of her breast.... Gasping suddenly, he yanked his finger away and tried to get the breath he'd been holding back to normal. He'd just touched more of his dream girl than he'd ever touched in his whole life, even as kids playing in his wading pool in the backyard.
She stirred slightly, then let her eyes flutter open uncertainly. The minute she saw him, she let out a scream that would easily have rivaled any tea kettle in town. She began backing away across his hand, still screaming, and he instinctively picked her up to protect her, causing her to shriek even more. "No, don't touch me, don't touch me, don't TOUCH MEEEEEEEEE!" she screamed, flailing violently against his fingers and palm.
He cupped her tiny body in both hands to keep her from jumping away from him and hurting herself and tried to calm her down. "April, wait, it's ME, Russell. It's okay, it's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm not gonna, hurt you...!" As he spoke, he moved her closer and closer to his face until at last, her hands reached his cheek, and his warm breath hit her body. The combination of such gentle contact and his words finally broke her fear in two, reducing her to tiny gasps, as tears of relief spilled down her face.
Russell peered into his cupped hands at her, heartbroken at not being able to hold her in his arms like she needed. He finally managed a strained, "Are you alright?" as her sobs began to weaken. She nodded, and he added, "Ape...what did they DO to you?"
She shook her head and sobbed out everything that had happened, up until the moment Russell had arrived. He sat listening, trying to curb his anger while comforting her, but wanting nothing more than to drive back and slam his car right into Brad's smug face. He barely heard her wail, "God, you were SO right about Brad, Russ. I... just had no idea he could be so... AWFUL to anyone. I mean..." April shook her head and paused, not sure what else to say. She knew she had allowed herself to enjoy some part of that, but she surely couldn't tell Russell that; he'd never understand. She didn't understand. And she felt bad enough as it was.
"And I can't go HOME like this!" she said. "What if somebody finds out, and some government guy comes to get me? I HAVE to change back, but I don't know how! What am I gonna DO, Russ?"
Russell sighed and very deliberately cleared his mind of everything involving her body. April couldn't stay this way, and she needed his help. He had to try. "Okay, let's think for a moment. What were you doing before you shrunk? Did anything weird happen? Overhead light blinking, magic words...did Brad touch you with something?"
She shook her head. "Nothing that I can think of. I can barely think, anyway." She shivered involuntarily, and Russell felt like an idiot.
"God, you must be freezing to death," he said, fumbling around in the back for his jacket. The moment he pulled it from the floor in the back behind him, he realized how silly this gesture was. They both looked at the giant coat and smiled wanly. He fumbled about again, trying to make the jacket into a sort of nest on the passenger side. "Well, I can set it down for you, on the seat and…"
"Not on the seat!" she protested, as his hand lowered her. "Can I just… just stay with you?" He looked at her, a bit desperately, not sure he needed more temptation. "Please?"
She looked almost as frightened as she had when he'd first seen her. He knew there was no way he'd argue this point with her now. He curled his jacket up on his lap, leaving a sleeve free, then gently set her in the middle of the cloth and draped the sleeve across her. "There. Now you can cover up a little more." A bolt of inspired thought hit him and leaned over to pop the glove compartment.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Hang on. Jenna always leaves her toys…yeah, here!" He moved the maps and registration papers aside to reveal a small Barbie-type doll in typical preteen wear.
"It's a Brat doll," he explained. "My sister Jenna always leaves her stuff lying around my car so she's got something to play with when I'm at the library, or taking her with me after school somewhere. These Brat dolls (here he held one up next to April) are shorter than Barbies…just your size now!"
"Russ, you're a genius!" April beamed, looking truly happy for the first time.
He blushed, concentrating on pulling the shiny jeans and half top off the plastic figure (trying NOT to imagine the same process on his diminutive best friend). "Knowing that your sister can't remember where she leaves half her stuff doesn't exactly qualify you for MENSA."
"Well, it rates in my book," she grinned, sticking a tiny arm out to take the clothing as it came off. "Gimme a sec." She buried herself underneath the sleeve and started to dress, wriggling about unseen across Russell's lap. He leaned back almost in agony, trying to stifle the moan of pleasure. How could someone that small feel that good?, he wondered. His composure snapped back as she peeked her head out again.
"I think I look stupid," she winced.
"Well, it's that or naked," he replied. She gave him a withering look and he grinned. "You probably look fine, let me see."
"No!"
"Lemme SEE!"
"No, I really do look goofy!"
"You probably didn't even put it on."
"It's on right now!"
"Really? Lemme see, then." Before she could protest, he plucked the sleeve away, revealing her with a gasp. Stunned, he looked at her in surprise. She'd never been one to wear the Brittany Spears look, but here she was, midriff shirt, shiny flared jeans and little pink plastic wedge shoes to match. Her hair, he noticed, even had the little hair scrunchie the doll had been wearing. "Wow."
"See, I told you!" she fumed.
"No, no, you actually look…great!" he answered.
"Really?" she replied, looking back down at herself.
"VERY really. I mean, I know you hate the look, but you wear it well."
It was April's turn to be stunned. "Well…thanks."
"Sure." The awkward silence went for quite a few seconds, neither quite sure what to say or where to look without the moment being more awkward. Finally, Russell ventured, "I, uh, guess I better…get you home…then…"
"Um, yeah," she blushed. "My parents…they worry and…"
"Yeah, yeah, of course, they would…yeah. Okay, I have to move you for a sec, just to get the car started, okay?" Russell peered down at her and she nodded, considerably more relaxed than before. He slipped a hand beneath her and his jacket, blushing a bit more himself, as he made the slightest of contact with her jeans from below her. When he had set her down on the passenger seat, he reached for the keys and started to turn them in the ignition…then gasped in horror as a figure landed on the hood of his car, denting it in. It began to make the most horrifying noise, which Russ soon recognized as a Dave McFarland hyena laugh.
"Going somewhere, ya little prick?" came Brad Michaels' voice. A hand grabbed him by the front of the shirt and yanked him directly through his window before he could say another word to the stunned tiny girl on the seat…
Chapter 10
"WHERE IS SHE! WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HER?"
It was all Russell could do to maintain his cool, as Brad yelled at him. It was obvious that they hadn't seen tiny April on the seat, so Russell stalled, hoping she'd have more time to hide. Stammering only slightly, he answered, "I should ask you the same question, you s-sonuvabitch. She was scared to death."
Brad smiled, a look that was wholly unnerving. "Oh, well, I'm REAL sorry we scared your little girlfriend. Maybe we should start scaring YOU from now on…" He drew back a fist to hit, ready to smash Russell in the face with it.
"WAIT!" Russell yelled. "I let her go!"
All three jocks looked at him in complete disbelief. "You WHAT?"
"I let her go," he repeated, worming his way out of Brad's relaxing grip. "She, uh…she was freakin' out on me, talking about the cops and stuff, so I, uh…put her out, here in the woods. That's why I'm sitting here. I figured, when she realizes how scary the woods are, she'll come back to me."
Jeff groaned and Dave began to holler at him. "You FUCKIN" IDIOT! If that girl gets home and says we've been messing with her, we're TOAST!" He grabbed Russ himself, this time, and jacked him up against the side of the car with a solid punch in the gut. "I'll kick his ass my-SELF…"
"Well, let's go look for her, man," said Jeff. "She's barely the size of anything, so she can't get far." He yanked Russell to a standing position that he could barely maintain. "Which way did she go?"
"I'm not tellin' you sh…" Russell gasped out, as Jeff punctuated his sentence with a punch in the mouth.
"I'm sorry, what?" Brad asked, looking a lot calmer now. Russell gritted his teeth in pain. He hoped April was using this time to her advantage.
"I…she…over…over there," he said, shakily pointing back up the road.
"SHOW us," Brad demanded, as Jeff shoved him forward.
Russell stumbled to the ground, then got up again and started to walk slowly, as far away from his car as possible. He looked back to be sure the guys were following him, then veered off into the woods at the edge of the road. After going about 50 feet away, he looked back at them. "I saw her head over here somewhere…she's probably still in the bushes over here."
Almost immediately, Dave and Jeff fell to their knees searching the ground, but to Russell's horror, Brad wasn't with them.
He was no where to be seen.
April waited until the footsteps died away before slipping out from under the seat. She shivered, feeling terribly guilty about Russell's sacrifice for her, but not really knowing what else to do. She knew if those guys grabbed her again, in the state they were in, they'd be likely to do just about anything to her. Even worse was the fact that they'd do WORSE than anything to cover it up. 'Would they even feel any guilt about killing a girl my size, to keep from getting in trouble?' she wondered. The most likely answer was the one that was the most frightening.
"I've gotta figure out how to get back to normal," she sighed aloud.
"Why?" came a voice just above her. "I'm liking you just the way you are, little girl."
She whipped around, just in time to see the now familiar hand of Brad Michaels, reaching in the car window again. He reached down so far, he almost fell. She screamed and tried to run back under the seat, but couldn't escape his terrifying grasp. She felt her world rolling again and held on for dear life. She kept her eyes closed, even when she felt his hand reopen. "What's the matter? You don't want to finish your little lap dance for me?"
April was too afraid to even speak, even when he began to stroke her back ever so gently. "Oh, and don't worry," he added, the tone of his voice making her shiver again, "I don't plan to ever share you with anyone again."
Chapter 11
Russell looked up as Brad's voice called them back. He fairly ran back to where Brad stood, near the edge of the woods, waiting. His face was calmer, more like the Brad he knew from school, instead of the lust-filled wild man he'd seen at Lake Macon.
"Let's forget it, you guys. If we don't get home soon, my dad's gonna kick my ass. We don't need that little bitch, anyway. Let this little punk find her - if he can." Brad said coolly.
"But dude, what if she…" Dave began.
"I said, let's go!" Brad said, walking away. "Fuck that little bitch! Jeff, man, I need a lift back to my car."
Jeff and Dave exchanged glances, then shrugged and started to follow him. Dave shoved Russell just to prove he hadn't been forgotten, but didn't stop to do any more than that. Russell followed them at a distance, letting them get into Jeff's car before he did anything. He was certain Brad was up to something, but he hoped it wasn't what he thought. When he was sure they were far enough to not be paying attention, he flung open the car door and whispered, "April? You there?"
The little doll shoe lying haphazardly on the front seat was enough to confirm his worst fears. Brad had been hiding April and probably had her right now.
Russell knew she was in more trouble than before. With the others knowing, there had been a chance that one of them might slip up and tell someone where she was, or just toy with her and leave her alone. But if Brad was keeping his finding her a secret from his two henchman, he had no intentions of ever letting her go. Quickly, Russell started his car and followed at a distance. He knew that he had officially become April's only chance.
April huddled uncertainly in Brad's lap, his hand blanketing her and pressing her against his crotch, in a loose but firm way that flaunted her inability to escape. She looked up in the darkness and could see the determined look on his face, one that suggested she was far from safe with him. Did he even realize she was a regular human anymore? "Br-Brad," she stammered. "Look, if you just let me go, I promise I won't tell anyone what happened. I just…"
He stopped her by tightening his pressure on her. "I'll take you home after you finish your little dance for me," he said, still not looking at her.
She winced painfully. The more excited he got, the more uncomfortable his pressure became. "Brad, please…you're hurting me…"
He looked down for a second, then, almost as an afterthought, eased up on his hold and began to stroke her head with a thumb. April began to shiver. Brad was starting to act like a man possessed…or possessive. Either way, her hope of him returning her to her family was non-existent. She'd have to hope she could find a way to escape on her own, or that Russell knew that leaving her shoe had been her way to make sure he knew she had been kidnapped again. 'I'm like Cinderella,' she thought. 'There's only one girl who fits that slipper.'
The car bumped over a slight curb and stopped. Brad took the keys out and looked down at her. "Where are we?" she asked.
"My house. Alright, I got no pockets, so you're riding sidesaddle again." He wrapped his fingers around her, then pulled his shorts and briefs waistbands out and laid her on his length again. "God, you look hot laying there. I think we'll take us a shower when we get inside."
Before she could protest, he'd closed the bands with a snap, trapping her. He shifted suddenly, and she could feel him getting out of the car, then watched in a panic, as his giant legs shifted on either side of her, carrying them both into his home - and her prison. She could hear Brad making excuses for his lateness to his father and mother, then the coolness of refrigerated air against the shorts as he got something from the fridge, and finally his footfalls on the stairs and a door closing. She felt him sit again, then the waistbands stretched open, letting in dim lighting.
His fingers pinched the back of her little doll shirt and hoisted her up to his eye level. She flinched involuntarily, as his other hand came up, but he only used it to set her on. "Where'd you get the little outfit?" he asked.
"Russell…he…"
"Figures the little freak would play dress-up with you. "Well, let's get you out of that stuff. Take it off."
April glared angrily at him…what did she have to lose? He was obviously trying to keep her here. Maybe if she wasn't so easy to keep, she thought. "No," she said.
"Do it, or I take it off for you," he retorted.
She opened her mouth to protest, but his fingers returned, grasping her hands and pulling them above her head. She screamed and kicked at him, but he merely put his thumb and forefinger on her sides and rolled the tiny pants down until her could tug them off. That done, he began to stroke his index finger across her belly, pressing down a little anytime she got a good kick in. His finger slid upward a little more with each stroke, pushing the hem of her shirt up and up, until her breasts tumbled out. He let go of her hands, then held her between his thumb and forefinger again to roll the shirt up over her head.
"Oh, yeah," he whispered. "Naked is much better." Keeping her in the crushing grip of his two fingers, he began to gently twiddle both breasts at once. April screamed, yelled, balked and even began to cry, but the glazed look on his face told her he was lost in his fantasy. She closed her eyes, waiting for the roving finger to stop and didn't open them until she felt herself descending. Finding herself back on his penis again, she looked up and saw him shaking something in his hand.
"I figure we need to get dirty before we get clean, soooo…" The arm swept down, pointing a white plastic tip at her head. Suddenly, a hissing noise emitted, and foam shot down on her from the tip. She screamed, realizing she was being enveloped in whipped cream. She heard and felt his laugh. "Now lick that up and I'll work on you later," he said, as she cleared her eyes and mouth.
She folded her arms into a stubborn pout, but a quick flick on her rear with his finger sent her sprawling face-first against him. She stifled her tears and got up on her hands and knees on him. She slipped in the whipped cream and wound up with her arms and legs wrapped around the giant penis. She began to lick, praying with all her might that Russell would get here soon…
[b]Chapter 6[/b]
Brad did Mach 3 all the way to Lake Macon (or Lake Make Out as everyone called it) and pulled into one of the campsites by the lakeside. He turned the car off and tried to think. Shit! He had just kidnapped a girl! If at any point he could have taken her back, that had passed the minute she knew he was lying to her. If he let her go now, she was sure to go to the police. They might not believe her, but if they DID, and he even had to go to a hearing or through any of that lawyer stuff… shit, again!
He sighed...there was no way. He'd have to keep her. He grinned a little bit, thinking of her, his new pet, and tried to decide where he was going to keep her, but he could hear April's faint sobs from inside his bag, which truly annoyed him. What was she whining about? He hadn't even really done anything to her, and here she was crying like a baby over it. He was going to have to set her straight on this deal right now. He unzipped the bag again and grabbed her up…roughly!
"Look, shut the hell up already! I haven't even DONE shit to you yet, and you're freaking on me!" She gasped and silenced herself, apparently really scared. Brad couldn't help but enjoy the look on her face. Damn, she was hot. And he had total control over her! He could feel the hard-on creeping up on him again, but he continued his little lecture. "Now, look… I can't take you back now, so you might as well get used to being with me, you're mine. I'll keep you fed and all that shit, so long as you do what I tell you to do. Now, don't START that shit again," he demanded, closing his grip tighter around her, causing her to squirm in pain. "Or I SWEAR I'll squish you like a bug, you got that, little girl?" She nodded, her face strained with pain and fear, and he let go, watching her gasp for air on his palm. Even he was a little scared at what he was saying, but it seemed so surreal...maybe it wasn't real. Either way, he thought, checking her out again, I better make use of her while I can.
He unzipped his pants and pulled his underwear down out of the way so his raging hard-on could breathe a bit. He reached over and touched her little breasts again, marveling at how they were so perfectly formed, like little chocolate chips. The thought made him smile a bit, then made him want a taste. Tentatively, he raised her to his lips and she screamed, not knowing what he meant to do.
"I'm not gonna hurt you," he whispered, holding her back a little. "Just relax..." he added, before leaning in quickly to take both breasts in his mouth.
She tasted like flowers, he thought, taking in the scent of her as she squirmed to get out from under him. He bent a finger behind her head so she couldn't slide up, then easily separated her tiny legs by sliding his thumb in between them. She froze suddenly, feeling the finger and tried not to move but he ran his tongue up and down her body from her breast to her bush and she moaned in despair. He could still feel her wriggling as he licked her every hot spot, and moved away to see her better. Her eyes were closed tightly and tears streamed down her face, but she was actually pushing herself against his finger and rubbing herself like crazy on it.
Shit, she's trying to get off on my FINGER!, he thought wildly, grinning like an idiot. Then he grabbed his penis and began stroking like mad, as he watched her. Suddenly, he had an even better plan. He looked from her to his dick, then slowly brought her down until she was resting on top of his cock so that she was tummy and tits down across it. The sensation of her little moist slit and her tiny arms and legs dangling around it was amazing. It was longer than she was but her head rested right on top of his, he noted with a huge grin.
April understood at this point that she was trapped, and that her life depended on what she did to keep Brad happy, but she was not ABOUT to enjoy it...until he started to suck and lick all over her. A sudden wave of pleasure had attacked her, pushing the guilt to the far recesses of her mind. She had no idea what possessed her, but she knew from a few dozen sleepless nights of dreaming about Brad, with a pillow between her knees, that she was right where she wanted to be. Things had gotten surreal to her, too.... Was she really here, or was this just part of some vivid dream? People don't shrink, she thought, the excitement muddling her mind - not in real life.... I HAVE to be dreaming, don't I?
The pleasure overwhelmed her, until it suddenly stopped. She felt a drop in the pit of her stomach, then felt herself being shifted. She looked up to find herself straddled across the length of Brad's huge cock with her chin nestled on top of the head. Surely he didn't expect to get inside her? She hadn't ever done it in real life, let alone this at this size!...She couldn't handle ANYone's size, now!
She sat up and turned to look at him in a panic, about to protest again but felt a huge finger against her back press her right back down against him. "Don't let me stop you," his voice boomed above her. "Finish up, so I can finish up!"
He bounced his cock a little, and she shrieked in panic, clutching it tightly with her hands and legs. He moaned with pleasure and pressed down on her a little harder, pushing her pussy into it. She gasped, suddenly remembering the sensation she had before. She tried to rub against him again, but found herself in no position to gain traction. It didn't matter because he slowly began to push her from behind with his finger, sliding her up and down his velvety skin. She gasped again, as his body kept hitting her little senses with pheromones it wasn't meant to handle, at such a diminutive size. She cried a little again, knowing how much she'd hate herself for this but knew she had no choice. Besides, the pleasure she felt was quickly overcoming any sense of guilt and fear.
April clung tightly to him, moaning with excitement, feeling first one, two, then three giant fingers pressing down on her. She felt it building in her, the orgasm of a lifetime. She screamed out, arching into him, her arms and legs flailing wildly in the throes of passion.
He rubbed until she went completely limp, every bit of her excitement pumped out to wet the cock beneath her. "No more...please..." she sighed, resting her head on his cockhead.
"WHAT?" he demanded. "Like hell, we're done! Look, you're too tiny to just be a prick tease, little girl. I'll let you know when I'M finished!"
She looked up, and her stomach tightened at the crazed determination on his face. She tried to sit up, but suddenly found herself engulfed in his huge hand. Her screams were immediately muffled, as he turned her to the underside of his penis. Then he grabbed her and himself even tighter and started stroking again. April's momentary fantasy was shattered as she found herself pinned between a hand and a hard place, with no room to move, barely room to breath, and her every struggle making her giant fantasy man squeeze her tighter and stroke even faster….
A sudden jolt...
A pause...
A muffled curse...
A quick release of pressure...and April took in a HUGE deep breath then another and another and...
She felt herself shift again, this time to an unstable standing position and opened her eyes just in time to see the white tarp stretching over her and blocking out the light. Another shift and she was in perfect darkness, too exhausted to scream as her world ROLLED…
[b]Chapter 7[/b]
The sound of tires on gravel froze Brad's jerking quickly. "Shit!" he gasped, opening his hand. He had been so damn close, but the noise...he looked back and saw that Dave and Jeff were pulling up. He opened his hand to see if the girl was okay and then slipped her into his briefs and pulled his shorts up again. He didn't really want to look at her, didn't really want to know if she was okay... didn't want to see her all freaked out and scared.... He already had lost the beauty of hormone oblivion, and the thought of her face wasn't helping any. He sat for a moment, building up his cool again, as he went soft, then climbed gently out of the car to face his friends.
"Whassup, big DAAAAVE?" he grinned, high fiving him.
"Baaaaad Braaaaad the MAN!" Dave yodeled, mimicking a sportcaster as he slapped palms with him. "Whassup?'
"So, dude, what's up with this doll woman shit?" Jeff asked, half laughing. "Musta been something serious that you cut practice...Coach Murph is gonna have your NUTS tomorrow, man!"
Brad felt a shift just then and snickered almost hysterically, the minor thrill returning to him at the thought. "Yeah, well, the tiny chick's got my nuts right now, dude!"
"What?" Dave asked, laughing a little too, just watching him.
"She's hanging on to my fucking nuts right now, dude!" he spurted, unable to control the nervous laughter. "Seriously, man! I can feel her moving around right next to my dick!" He looked at Jeff and Dave, who had stopped laughing to look strangely at him, then turned his back on them. He reached into his underwear and pulled her out. He turned back around.
"That's that doll chick, man!?" Jeff winced. "You had her in your shorts!?"
"Dude! You are one sick fuck!" laughed Dave, taking the edge off the moment. "We would've BOUGHT you a rubber doll, man!'
"Shit! No, LOOK at her, you idiots!" He moved her up to eye level and blew on her hair. He was a little nervous before, but having his friends around brought back a little of the surreal quality of before. She was real, but they were...realer. "Hey, you awake?"
"And naked, too, you perverted...oh, SHIT, she MOVED, dude!" Dave screamed, nearly climbing up Jeff's arm in surprise, then moving in a little closer. "What the FUCK...!?"
All three boys leaned their heads in to look at her, as she moaned a little, weakly rolling with her eyes closed, then she turned toward them, looked up and screamed. Dave and Jeff jumped back a little, then looked back up at Brad, who quickly cupped a hand over her with a smug smile.
"Told ya."
"She's real?" Jeff asked, looking stunned.
"Yeah," came the reply. "She just, like, got small in front of me, so I picked her up. She freaks a little, once in awhile, but she can't really do anything to you.'
"Do we know her?" asked Dave, suddenly looking like a guilty child.
"Some sophomore chick, I don't know," Brad breezed, not wanting to attach a name to the face anymore. "Look, the point is, she's perfect! You know how all the cheerleader bitches are always prancing around flashin' their shit and then shoving you off right when you get going? Well, this little hottie doesn't do that! She'll ride your rod all fuckin" NIGHT and not say shit about it! It's like she's Jeannie and I'm the master, right?"
Dave and Jeff still looked a little wary, so he added, "Look, you guys; it's just a little fun, right? We'll let her go later, but who the fuck is she gonna tell? Who's gonna believe her over us, assuming she ever GETS big? Besides, I didn't make her this small, I SAVED her little ass from getting trampled on. She OWES me big and you're my boys, so…" He gestured to them, as if to show that what was his was theirs.
The other two exchanged glances, then Jeff nodded slightly. "Pull her out again, dude." Brad uncupped his hand and their eyes slowly widened, as their perspective adjusted. This wasn't a toy or doll; this was a girl. Dave reached out to touch her little breast, and she backed away again, but not far enough. A silly grin crossed his face, as he took her quickly from Brad's hands.
"Hey...'Brad started, but Dave held him back.
"Share, dude, come on, I just wanna see her!" He held her in his hand and poked her a little, making her squeal and move some, then smirked. "I know what'll get her moving...check this out!" He flipped her tummy side down in his hand, then with her little twat bared again, took a quick lick straight up her legs and up her slit. She screamed in panic and pleasure, and he grinned. "Tastes just like tuna!'
"Okay, my turn." Jeff grinned, grabbing her from Dave to lick her straight up the front. "Yeah, you're right...we gotta check out the sophomore meat more often!"
The boys cracked up as she kicked and screamed anew, all struggles simply providing more laughter and another reason to outdo each other.
"How "bout a finger fuck, baby?" Dave leered, pushing her legs apart and trying to worm a pinky up into her. She wailed in agony and fought him, but Jeff smacked him in the back of the head and pulled her away.
"Don't be a dipshit, Dave, look how small she is!" he demanded, holding her up backward again. "Shit!….Get a pencil or something.'
"Gimme her back for a sec," Brad grinned. He boldly yanked his rod out, then straddled her across it again. "Let her ride THIS python instead of a fucking pencil!" The other two rolled in laughter, barely able to breathe. Brad grinned, loving the attention, but knowing he needed one better than this to maintain his focus. He was nearly knocked over with his next idea. "Dudes," he almost whispered, "Let's put her on the hood of the car and bury her ass in cum!'
"Oh, SHIT yeah!" Dave yelled, following Brad to the car hood and fumbling out his cock. "This is for every little bitch that ever blue balled me!" He began stroking away at his cock like a madman.
"This is for all those little prick teases!" yelled Jeff, grabbing his cock and pulling.
"This is for all the girls to come...here WE come!" Brad hollered, pinning April to the hood with one hand and jerking off with the other.
"Sooo, what is this, Boy Scout camp?" came another voice.
[b]Chapter 8[/b]
All three fumbled their shorts back up, the carnality of the moment gone as they turned to look.
"Who the fuck are you?!" Brad asked the gangling kid that stood there.
"Russell Farber," he said, pushing his glasses up. "I get my turn first, right?"
"What makes you think you're invited, ya little prick?" said Dave, as he and Jeff became a wall of muscle.
"Well, because I know who she is, and I know you guys aren't interested in anyone finding out that you've got her. AND," he added quickly, "beating the shit out of me is NOT enough to keep me quiet about it. Any of you interested in dumping a body my size and hoping you don't get caught?"
The faces of the two looked strained, as their toy became a kidnapped girl, and the geek in front of them turned into their leader. The wall of muscle crumbled and Brad pushed his way past them, April on his hand and a strangely amiable smile on his face.
"Fine, little man! Wanna dick around with the big boys? Impress us!" Brad placed April on Russ's palm, then stood expectantly.
Russell looked down at April, who looked back up at him in terror. His heart fell...what the hell had they DONE to her? Was he too late? Russell nearly buckled just looking at her, but he knew she wasn't safe until they weren't here anymore. But with them all looking right at him, there was no hope of escaping them. Maybe they'd believe his threat, but still...maybe they'd finish what they started, seeing as how they were busted anyway. Russell's mind worked until he was at rock bottom...which left him only one option...
He gasped, pointing. "Officer Hurley?'
All three boys turned, faces pale and Russell ran like he'd been in track for years, clutching April to his chest in cupped hands. The footsteps behind him started after he'd barely gotten 10 feet away, but fear motivated his feet to even greater feats of strength.
Ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit...!, he thought, lungs screaming for air, as he tried to gently hold his cargo without damaging her. He ran out of the campsite through a thicket, then stumbled out next to his car on the side of the road, jumped in and started it with the door still open, then PEELED out with April huddled in his lap. He looked back at the boys running in his rearview and, even though he knew he could outdistance them, didn't breathe until they slowed down to a gasping halt in the dust he was kicking up.
[b]Chapter 9[/b]
Russell panted in horror, relief and just plain lack of air, as the 3 biggest members of the soccer team vanished in a cloud of dust behind his 1980 Plymouth Champ - with their dicks hanging out. He'd never been happier to see his little VW rabbit knockoff of a car in his life, but his victory went back to its central focus. "April, are you okay? God, I'dve been here sooner, I swear, but I had to follow those guys at a distance, since I never came out to Lake Make Out before, and I had no idea which site Brad was at. I just knew something weird was up, but not THIS weird...April?"
A quick glance down told him she was out cold. He drove for a mile or two, taking back roads to head a less-traveled way home, taking frequent glances at her. Finally, he pulled over onto a side road, knowing he had lost the guys. He couldn't go home yet because he knew they'd be waiting. His best bet was to hide out here for a while until they cooled off. 'I should take her to the police, or to her parents,' he thought. But for some reason, he didn't. Not yet. It was all so weird, so scary. He wanted time to think, to sort things out.... to be with April.
His gaze traveled back down to the miniature girl in his lap. She was lying haphazardly on her back across both legs, her arms splayed out leaving a perfect view of her tiny breasts. She must have passed out, he thought. He tried unsuccessfully not to stare. This was his best friend, he's not supposed to stare, if she somehow winds up naked.... God, she's gorgeous, he thought, feeling a blush turn his face on fire. He couldn't believe how bad he wanted to touch her, even after all she might have been through thus far.... Tentatively, he extended a finger toward her. He thought again and pulled back, then reached a bit further, pulled back. Pervert!, he thought. But then again…when am I ever gonna get this chance again?
He reached again, hand shaking...and connected with outer edge of her upper thigh. I'll just touch non-erotic places, he thought. He swallowed hard, looking at the lump in his jeans, not far from her prone body Then held himself as steady as possible, letting the edge of his finger run up her thigh, up her side, around the curve of her breast.... Gasping suddenly, he yanked his finger away and tried to get the breath he'd been holding back to normal. He'd just touched more of his dream girl than he'd ever touched in his whole life, even as kids playing in his wading pool in the backyard.
She stirred slightly, then let her eyes flutter open uncertainly. The minute she saw him, she let out a scream that would easily have rivaled any tea kettle in town. She began backing away across his hand, still screaming, and he instinctively picked her up to protect her, causing her to shriek even more. "No, don't touch me, don't touch me, don't TOUCH MEEEEEEEEE!" she screamed, flailing violently against his fingers and palm.
He cupped her tiny body in both hands to keep her from jumping away from him and hurting herself and tried to calm her down. "April, wait, it's ME, Russell. It's okay, it's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm not gonna, hurt you...!" As he spoke, he moved her closer and closer to his face until at last, her hands reached his cheek, and his warm breath hit her body. The combination of such gentle contact and his words finally broke her fear in two, reducing her to tiny gasps, as tears of relief spilled down her face.
Russell peered into his cupped hands at her, heartbroken at not being able to hold her in his arms like she needed. He finally managed a strained, "Are you alright?" as her sobs began to weaken. She nodded, and he added, "Ape...what did they DO to you?"
She shook her head and sobbed out everything that had happened, up until the moment Russell had arrived. He sat listening, trying to curb his anger while comforting her, but wanting nothing more than to drive back and slam his car right into Brad's smug face. He barely heard her wail, "God, you were SO right about Brad, Russ. I... just had no idea he could be so... AWFUL to anyone. I mean..." April shook her head and paused, not sure what else to say. She knew she had allowed herself to enjoy some part of that, but she surely couldn't tell Russell that; he'd never understand. [i]She[/i] didn't understand. And she felt bad enough as it was.
"And I can't go HOME like this!" she said. "What if somebody finds out, and some government guy comes to get me? I HAVE to change back, but I don't know how! What am I gonna DO, Russ?"
Russell sighed and very deliberately cleared his mind of everything involving her body. April couldn't stay this way, and she needed his help. He had to try. "Okay, let's think for a moment. What were you doing before you shrunk? Did anything weird happen? Overhead light blinking, magic words...did Brad touch you with something?"
She shook her head. "Nothing that I can think of. I can barely think, anyway." She shivered involuntarily, and Russell felt like an idiot.
"God, you must be freezing to death," he said, fumbling around in the back for his jacket. The moment he pulled it from the floor in the back behind him, he realized how silly this gesture was. They both looked at the giant coat and smiled wanly. He fumbled about again, trying to make the jacket into a sort of nest on the passenger side. "Well, I can set it down for you, on the seat and…"
"Not on the seat!" she protested, as his hand lowered her. "Can I just… just stay with you?" He looked at her, a bit desperately, not sure he needed more temptation. "Please?"
She looked almost as frightened as she had when he'd first seen her. He knew there was no way he'd argue this point with her now. He curled his jacket up on his lap, leaving a sleeve free, then gently set her in the middle of the cloth and draped the sleeve across her. "There. Now you can cover up a little more." A bolt of inspired thought hit him and leaned over to pop the glove compartment.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Hang on. Jenna always leaves her toys…yeah, here!" He moved the maps and registration papers aside to reveal a small Barbie-type doll in typical preteen wear.
"It's a Brat doll," he explained. "My sister Jenna always leaves her stuff lying around my car so she's got something to play with when I'm at the library, or taking her with me after school somewhere. These Brat dolls (here he held one up next to April) are shorter than Barbies…just your size now!"
"Russ, you're a genius!" April beamed, looking truly happy for the first time.
He blushed, concentrating on pulling the shiny jeans and half top off the plastic figure (trying NOT to imagine the same process on his diminutive best friend). "Knowing that your sister can't remember where she leaves half her stuff doesn't exactly qualify you for MENSA."
"Well, it rates in my book," she grinned, sticking a tiny arm out to take the clothing as it came off. "Gimme a sec." She buried herself underneath the sleeve and started to dress, wriggling about unseen across Russell's lap. He leaned back almost in agony, trying to stifle the moan of pleasure. How could someone that small feel that good?, he wondered. His composure snapped back as she peeked her head out again.
"I think I look stupid," she winced.
"Well, it's that or naked," he replied. She gave him a withering look and he grinned. "You probably look fine, let me see."
"No!"
"Lemme SEE!"
"No, I really do look goofy!"
"You probably didn't even put it on."
"It's on right now!"
"Really? Lemme see, then." Before she could protest, he plucked the sleeve away, revealing her with a gasp. Stunned, he looked at her in surprise. She'd never been one to wear the Brittany Spears look, but here she was, midriff shirt, shiny flared jeans and little pink plastic wedge shoes to match. Her hair, he noticed, even had the little hair scrunchie the doll had been wearing. "Wow."
"See, I told you!" she fumed.
"No, no, you actually look…great!" he answered.
"Really?" she replied, looking back down at herself.
"VERY really. I mean, I know you hate the look, but you wear it well."
It was April's turn to be stunned. "Well…thanks."
"Sure." The awkward silence went for quite a few seconds, neither quite sure what to say or where to look without the moment being more awkward. Finally, Russell ventured, "I, uh, guess I better…get you home…then…"
"Um, yeah," she blushed. "My parents…they worry and…"
"Yeah, yeah, of course, they would…yeah. Okay, I have to move you for a sec, just to get the car started, okay?" Russell peered down at her and she nodded, considerably more relaxed than before. He slipped a hand beneath her and his jacket, blushing a bit more himself, as he made the slightest of contact with her jeans from below her. When he had set her down on the passenger seat, he reached for the keys and started to turn them in the ignition…then gasped in horror as a figure landed on the hood of his car, denting it in. It began to make the most horrifying noise, which Russ soon recognized as a Dave McFarland hyena laugh.
"Going somewhere, ya little prick?" came Brad Michaels' voice. A hand grabbed him by the front of the shirt and yanked him directly through his window before he could say another word to the stunned tiny girl on the seat…
[b]Chapter 10[/b]
"WHERE IS SHE! WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HER?"
It was all Russell could do to maintain his cool, as Brad yelled at him. It was obvious that they hadn't seen tiny April on the seat, so Russell stalled, hoping she'd have more time to hide. Stammering only slightly, he answered, "I should ask you the same question, you s-sonuvabitch. She was scared to death."
Brad smiled, a look that was wholly unnerving. "Oh, well, I'm REAL sorry we scared your little girlfriend. Maybe we should start scaring YOU from now on…" He drew back a fist to hit, ready to smash Russell in the face with it.
"WAIT!" Russell yelled. "I let her go!"
All three jocks looked at him in complete disbelief. "You WHAT?"
"I let her go," he repeated, worming his way out of Brad's relaxing grip. "She, uh…she was freakin' out on me, talking about the cops and stuff, so I, uh…put her out, here in the woods. That's why I'm sitting here. I figured, when she realizes how scary the woods are, she'll come back to me."
Jeff groaned and Dave began to holler at him. "You FUCKIN" IDIOT! If that girl gets home and says we've been messing with her, we're TOAST!" He grabbed Russ himself, this time, and jacked him up against the side of the car with a solid punch in the gut. "I'll kick his ass my-SELF…"
"Well, let's go look for her, man," said Jeff. "She's barely the size of anything, so she can't get far." He yanked Russell to a standing position that he could barely maintain. "Which way did she go?"
"I'm not tellin' you sh…" Russell gasped out, as Jeff punctuated his sentence with a punch in the mouth.
"I'm sorry, what?" Brad asked, looking a lot calmer now. Russell gritted his teeth in pain. He hoped April was using this time to her advantage.
"I…she…over…over there," he said, shakily pointing back up the road.
"SHOW us," Brad demanded, as Jeff shoved him forward.
Russell stumbled to the ground, then got up again and started to walk slowly, as far away from his car as possible. He looked back to be sure the guys were following him, then veered off into the woods at the edge of the road. After going about 50 feet away, he looked back at them. "I saw her head over here somewhere…she's probably still in the bushes over here."
Almost immediately, Dave and Jeff fell to their knees searching the ground, but to Russell's horror, Brad wasn't with them.
He was no where to be seen.
April waited until the footsteps died away before slipping out from under the seat. She shivered, feeling terribly guilty about Russell's sacrifice for her, but not really knowing what else to do. She knew if those guys grabbed her again, in the state they were in, they'd be likely to do just about anything to her. Even worse was the fact that they'd do WORSE than anything to cover it up. 'Would they even feel any guilt about killing a girl my size, to keep from getting in trouble?' she wondered. The most likely answer was the one that was the most frightening.
"I've gotta figure out how to get back to normal," she sighed aloud.
"Why?" came a voice just above her. "I'm liking you just the way you are, little girl."
She whipped around, just in time to see the now familiar hand of Brad Michaels, reaching in the car window again. He reached down so far, he almost fell. She screamed and tried to run back under the seat, but couldn't escape his terrifying grasp. She felt her world rolling again and held on for dear life. She kept her eyes closed, even when she felt his hand reopen. "What's the matter? You don't want to finish your little lap dance for me?"
April was too afraid to even speak, even when he began to stroke her back ever so gently. "Oh, and don't worry," he added, the tone of his voice making her shiver again, "I don't plan to ever share you with anyone again."
[b]Chapter 11[/b]
Russell looked up as Brad's voice called them back. He fairly ran back to where Brad stood, near the edge of the woods, waiting. His face was calmer, more like the Brad he knew from school, instead of the lust-filled wild man he'd seen at Lake Macon.
"Let's forget it, you guys. If we don't get home soon, my dad's gonna kick my ass. We don't need that little bitch, anyway. Let this little punk find her - if he can." Brad said coolly.
"But dude, what if she…" Dave began.
"I said, let's go!" Brad said, walking away. "Fuck that little bitch! Jeff, man, I need a lift back to my car."
Jeff and Dave exchanged glances, then shrugged and started to follow him. Dave shoved Russell just to prove he hadn't been forgotten, but didn't stop to do any more than that. Russell followed them at a distance, letting them get into Jeff's car before he did anything. He was certain Brad was up to something, but he hoped it wasn't what he thought. When he was sure they were far enough to not be paying attention, he flung open the car door and whispered, "April? You there?"
The little doll shoe lying haphazardly on the front seat was enough to confirm his worst fears. Brad had been hiding April and probably had her right now.
Russell knew she was in more trouble than before. With the others knowing, there had been a chance that one of them might slip up and tell someone where she was, or just toy with her and leave her alone. But if Brad was keeping his finding her a secret from his two henchman, he had no intentions of ever letting her go. Quickly, Russell started his car and followed at a distance. He knew that he had officially become April's only chance.
April huddled uncertainly in Brad's lap, his hand blanketing her and pressing her against his crotch, in a loose but firm way that flaunted her inability to escape. She looked up in the darkness and could see the determined look on his face, one that suggested she was far from safe with him. Did he even realize she was a regular human anymore? "Br-Brad," she stammered. "Look, if you just let me go, I promise I won't tell anyone what happened. I just…"
He stopped her by tightening his pressure on her. "I'll take you home after you finish your little dance for me," he said, still not looking at her.
She winced painfully. The more excited he got, the more uncomfortable his pressure became. "Brad, please…you're hurting me…"
He looked down for a second, then, almost as an afterthought, eased up on his hold and began to stroke her head with a thumb. April began to shiver. Brad was starting to act like a man possessed…or possessive. Either way, her hope of him returning her to her family was non-existent. She'd have to hope she could find a way to escape on her own, or that Russell knew that leaving her shoe had been her way to make sure he knew she had been kidnapped again. 'I'm like Cinderella,' she thought. 'There's only one girl who fits that slipper.'
The car bumped over a slight curb and stopped. Brad took the keys out and looked down at her. "Where are we?" she asked.
"My house. Alright, I got no pockets, so you're riding sidesaddle again." He wrapped his fingers around her, then pulled his shorts and briefs waistbands out and laid her on his length again. "God, you look hot laying there. I think we'll take us a shower when we get inside."
Before she could protest, he'd closed the bands with a snap, trapping her. He shifted suddenly, and she could feel him getting out of the car, then watched in a panic, as his giant legs shifted on either side of her, carrying them both into his home - and her prison. She could hear Brad making excuses for his lateness to his father and mother, then the coolness of refrigerated air against the shorts as he got something from the fridge, and finally his footfalls on the stairs and a door closing. She felt him sit again, then the waistbands stretched open, letting in dim lighting.
His fingers pinched the back of her little doll shirt and hoisted her up to his eye level. She flinched involuntarily, as his other hand came up, but he only used it to set her on. "Where'd you get the little outfit?" he asked.
"Russell…he…"
"Figures the little freak would play dress-up with you. "Well, let's get you out of that stuff. Take it off."
April glared angrily at him…what did she have to lose? He was obviously trying to keep her here. Maybe if she wasn't so easy to keep, she thought. "No," she said.
"Do it, or I take it off for you," he retorted.
She opened her mouth to protest, but his fingers returned, grasping her hands and pulling them above her head. She screamed and kicked at him, but he merely put his thumb and forefinger on her sides and rolled the tiny pants down until her could tug them off. That done, he began to stroke his index finger across her belly, pressing down a little anytime she got a good kick in. His finger slid upward a little more with each stroke, pushing the hem of her shirt up and up, until her breasts tumbled out. He let go of her hands, then held her between his thumb and forefinger again to roll the shirt up over her head.
"Oh, yeah," he whispered. "Naked is much better." Keeping her in the crushing grip of his two fingers, he began to gently twiddle both breasts at once. April screamed, yelled, balked and even began to cry, but the glazed look on his face told her he was lost in his fantasy. She closed her eyes, waiting for the roving finger to stop and didn't open them until she felt herself descending. Finding herself back on his penis again, she looked up and saw him shaking something in his hand.
"I figure we need to get dirty before we get clean, soooo…" The arm swept down, pointing a white plastic tip at her head. Suddenly, a hissing noise emitted, and foam shot down on her from the tip. She screamed, realizing she was being enveloped in whipped cream. She heard and felt his laugh. "Now lick that up and I'll work on you later," he said, as she cleared her eyes and mouth.
She folded her arms into a stubborn pout, but a quick flick on her rear with his finger sent her sprawling face-first against him. She stifled her tears and got up on her hands and knees on him. She slipped in the whipped cream and wound up with her arms and legs wrapped around the giant penis. She began to lick, praying with all her might that Russell would get here soon…