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HH1
Chapter 37
M/f Non-Con
M/f Half Sized Short Scene
Karla was shook awake. Holding the blankets tight to her bare chest she looked up at the face attached to the arm bothering her early. "What Howard?" she asked in open annoyance.
"Since it'll be a while after this before we have some daddy/Karla secret fun time I thought we'd shower together." He explained.
"I showered last night." She huffed rolling back over away from him.
"Right, found your top by my bed." He said and Karla could see he was waving it above her head like she would reach for it. Likely hoping she'd let go of her blankets when she did. Well, let him keep it, she thought as she pulled the blankets tight over her shoulder.
He clearly gave up on that idea and just took her blankets. Humming when he discovered her topless. As his hand wrapped around her body he confessed, "Look I know you're not fully into this yet. But I promise to make it well worth your while. And soon you'll look forward to our secret fun together."
"I don't want that, Howard. I really wanted us like before this trip. You were becoming like a father to me." She explained.
He looked sad, clearly he was liking that too. He even said, "That was nice." He looked so defeated when he continued, "Then on this trip I was constantly reminded what a sexy little number you are. How wonderful you'd feel to play with and it was just me being nice keeping me from savoring your hot Shrunken body. And likely that would have kept going. But then I came back that night, too tired and drunk to think property. And I just had to give you a real try."
"You were not drunk last night." Karla pointed out. Hoping his concession would win and they could work on building that broken trust again.
Then she saw his eyes. Heard his words, "But that first night gave me a taste. And I needed another. I tried using other Shrunken to fill that need. But none move on a dick like you do. None perform like you do. Pretending to like doing it all sweet tones and sexy grinding. And daddy wants more."
He was like the addicts that used to hang out down by the old wooden docks, His main thoughts on another hit, as she was his drug of choice. "Please Howard, I don't want too." she begged.
"I understand that. And if we had more time I'd make that difference up for you." He said then slowly licked his lips. Clearly he thought he was making her more accepting of her forced service by orally raping her. Then he continued, "But until you're more excited for our play times I have a solution to speed up mornings like this."
She was about to ask what when his other hand appeared in view. Pinched between his thumb and index finger was what looked just like a regular pellet. Karla knew instantly that it was not a regular pellet. "No Howard, no please don't make me eat that."
Her head was pinned in place as he growled, "Come on Karla. During our fun time you should call me daddy. I know you know this."
She couldn't protest as the rounded end of the pellet was quickly coming towards her mouth. Lips pressed tight in a vain attempt to keep that drugged food stuff out of her body. The scent told her it was Strawberry flavored, why was his sex pellets also strawberry.
He snickered cruelly as the round tip wiggled her lips. Then Karla felt his hand flex. Pain made her grunt aloud. That was all he needed and the phallic shaped cylinder was spreading artificial strawberry over her tongue. Howard clearly enjoyed forcing simulated oral sex on Shrunken. His lewd grin glowed brighter with each deep thrust.
Karla could feel the tip dissolving in her mouth. Just a little in her system and she could feel her body becoming aroused already. She couldn't resist, it was overwhelming. Each deep thrust that teased widening her throat made her crave more strawberry flavor. More strawberry made her crave it deeper into her throat.
Soon Karla noticed her neck was bobbing. Dragging the pellet into her mouth herself. She knew better but couldn't resist wanting more sweet strawberry taste. Deeper, she wanted to feel it stretch her throat. She hated herself for wanting daddy to deep throat the treat he was giving her.
Her arms were free, daddy let her hold the pellet. Her mind knew not to, but her artificial lust arched her chest out so he could see her tits bounce as she shoved that thick round melting cock in and out of her mouth. She laid out on his palm for him to watch. It's warmth making her pussy melt. Karla's mind raced at the different ways he could use her body to make her, or more accurately her yearnings, work for his happiness.
Daddy was so nice, taking those nasty shorts off her ass. She rolled over to present her ass to him. Mentally begging he'd shove that magic tongue in her. Eager to be suckled like she was devouring her strawberry treat. The whole time happily grunting lewdly as she more than suggestively ate the rest of that pellet.
Karla felt like she was watching herself from outside her body. Her form rolled over and spread her legs wide so he could see how wet daddy made his little Karla girl. Her hands grabbed at his fingers in hopes they would crush her body in pleasure. "Daddy play with me please?" Her mouth lustfully begged.
"Daddy has to get a couple things done, then we'll shower. But you can wait in here." He said. Karla felt herself start to pout, then her body saw he was opening his underwear to drop her in.
She landed on the material. Then her form leaped from a seated position and she clung to his hardening wonderful cock. Hearing him praise, "Hmm, daddy likes you like this." Made her so crave butterscotch.
He closed his waist band and started to move. Karla heard herself snicker. Her mind thinking now his huggable cock couldn't escape her in this magical cloth room. Her legs wrapped and stroked around it. Its skin felt too nice on her face. Oh and the flavor on her tongue, nothing better than fresh daddy cock skin first thing in the morning. As it fully became erect it pinned her tightly to the underwear. Allowing her excited nipple to massage against daddy's manhood.
Karla was now long lost to the effects of the pellet. Little Karla girl couldn't resist loving having daddy's cock trapped like this. She could writhe along it and savor it with her whole body. Daddy would make happy sounds and she got more excited. Soon the happy sound would bring thick hot cum. Karla hoped daddy would pin her mouth so it would fill her up.
A mighty daddy hand wrapped her tight to that wonderful sweet tasting cock. Little Karla girl sang in the hopes daddy would run her nasty craving body over it till she was dripping in his fresh hot seed.
"No daddy, no!" Little Karla girl pouted as that hand took her away from her gorgeous big daddy cock.
"Sush Little girl. Daddy needs to shower." He commanded so handsomely.
A big glob of gel and Little Karla girl squealed being used to smear it over his amazing body. Her favorite and his was when he used her to give his large heavy balls a long intense scrubbing.
Daddy was clean. He said the sexiest thing, "Guess we should finish up."
Daddy wrapped his Little Karla girl around his cock. Then he began stroking. "Yummy, daddy's cock tastes so yummy." she sang as he did.
Now Little Karla girl was conflicted. Daddy was going too fast. He would be done so soon. Yes she wanted to drink every butterscotch drop as soon as possible. But she also wanted to love that hard big cock all day. Either way Little Karla Girl decided, after he finished she could just ask to be kept in his underwear all day.
She was brought quickly to the tip. He tugged her hair, but Little Karla Girl didn't care. Fighting the pain to press her mouth tightly over that magical spout of delectable daddy cum. The first burst, Little Karla Girl Struggled to keep her lips sealed over that wonderful nozzle. Sweet handsome daddy was so wonderfully helping by hugging her head so lovingly. She wasn't going to let even a drop of daddy's delicious butterscotch flavored cum escape her mouth.
The second blast and Karla couldn't get herself to stop trying to swallow daddy's cum. She knew she didn't really want to chug that sweet cum. But her body craved it too much. Though her throat couldn't take much more.
Third gush was too much for Karla's mouth and throat. Her little hands struggled to push her face off that awful cock. But Howard's colossal finger just held her face there. More attempted to force its way into Karla's stomach to flood over her face and ooze down over her breasts.
Her mouth was freed. She had to clear her throat to get air in her lungs. And horribly the fastest way was to choke the cum in her mouth and throat down. Soon air worked its way in. And as soon as she could she snarled at him, "You fucking monster."
Warm water started splashing on her. Howard's finger was taking liberties helping the spray rinse his cum off her chest. "I told you we didn't have a long time to play so I needed you to be eager fast. Couldn't wait till you were ready to pretend for daddy."
"A Randy Ranch pellet? You sick bastard. Then you almost drowned me with your semen! I hate you." She screamed.
His hand pushed her onto her back and pinned her between his palms. Karla cringed expecting him to press and threaten. To use that massive size to bully her into compliance. He didn't, his finger softly stroked her wet hair. His voice was soft, in a different situation she could see it being sweet. "I'm sorry Karla. I needed to feel you on my dick. You just, I don't know. Just feel so good. Just have a talent for making a dick. Just so wonderful with my cum on your face and tits. I knew I couldn't go too long without a Karla fix. And since we don't know the next time we'll have a chance to play together I needed that this morning. But I'll make it up to you, you'll see. Daddy will spoil his Little Karla Girl. That is as long as you don't ruin everything by telling anyone."
Karla could see it on his face, he was racked with guilt over his actions. Yet in his eyes she could see the addict already thinking about his next hit. His plea made sense. He knew Micheal would be furious with him. Karla oddly hoped Milly would also be mad. But she had thought at the start of this trip Howard would never do these things to her. She, like most drugs, had to keep his secret or possibly ruin his family. "I won't hurt them." Karla told him.
"Thanks Karla." he sighed.
He dried off and gave her a facecloth to do so as well. He dropped her into her cage while he dressed. He had clearly used the time she was in his underwear to select his clothes for the day and repack. She didn't have such luxury.
She dressed, taking the time to look at the schedule. One stop, then they would be at the Grant's factory. Karla sighed in relief that they wouldn't have another night alone. Then realized in annoyance that he knew that and that was why he force fed her that pellet. She grabbed a nice red mini skirt suit. White blouse with a cute little tie. She was glad she packed an extra suit. Black mini skirted suit was less eye-catching to meet this Mr. Walker tomorrow.
As she packed her clothes back up she had to make a few decisions. She had to stop thinking of Howard as an ogre or monster when he took advantage of her. She was trying to cling onto that old Howard. She found she still hung on to the hope that they could mend that broken fence. But till he got over her feeling good on his manhood, she had to see him for what he was. Howard, too weak to resist a want. An addict.
"Ready?" He asked looking up from his tablet. Likely catching up on work.
"Yes Howard." she said as deadpan as she could.
He slipped her into her pocket. Almost begging for forgiveness he reminded, "I promise, I'll pay you back."
They were picked up by the Limo and sent to the airport they landed at yesterday. Lovely leggy Asian again attended Howard's needs. Karla was allowed to stretch her legs on the table and have some of his breakfast. Not that she felt hungry, she had been force fed twice this morning already.
Karla watched the clouds go by and wondered where her dark side was. That It that came over her when she was being cruel herself. That internal self that helped her adjust to being Micheal's pet. Karla would have thought It would be advising her to milk the Howard situation for all its worth. Boost her ego that she was taming another giant with her tiny body.
Then she reasoned it was the lack of control. With Micheal the right cooed words or angled pose and she could get her way. As much as that boy could do anything he wanted to her, he was also sweetly attentive of her wants.
Howard was a man, grown past the getting all compliant when a pretty girl acted alluring. No, he had years of Shrunken ownership at this point. Karla's usual Micheal guiding behavior would arouse Howard, but just get her naked and messy. And that was way likely It hadn't come to her imagination. Karla couldn't manipulate Howard like she could her sweet Micheal.
Her mind raced for an idea. A shield to hinder his willingness to ignore the pain he was causing. The pain that would happen if he was caught. Karla could see he felt guilty about his actions. How he destroyed what they had. The damage if Micheal found out. She considered that, but wondered if she could handle such delicate clay? She had heard that addicts can be hard to predict. Would she get the old Howard, or a crueler one more willing to lavish his own desires.
They were near landing and he offered to help her back into that special pouch. But unlike the usual sliding her in. His fingers wrapped her body. It wouldn't likely be noticeable to another human, but Karla had no doubt he was actively fondling her as he put her away.
They landed and no limo. A truck pulled up. A man stepped out and a rugged looking man got out. In a grunt he asked, "Howard?"
"Yes?" Howard asked back.
The man spit then started, "Heard ya been gettin fancy rides all week. We headed to the research location. No long car gettin up those trails. Hop in and I'll haul ya ass to it."
"But, I am to inspect a facility?" Howard questioned openly.
"Yeah." The man replied like that was already well clear.
"But you said this was in the back woods." Howard pointed out.
"You're just a book smart fellow huh, yes Howie, big trees and everything." Karla snickered at how this man gave no fucks about Howard's status.
"But there should be steady power and a store." Howard reasoned.
The man shook his head, muttering to himself. "Yep, we don't eat bark in that dark." He said exasperated.
"A Half club?" Howard tested.
The man leaned in close, "Small, like the product they offer."
Howard's shifting told he was uncertain. The man flapped his arms in frustration and took out his wallet. Held up a blank white card and harshly asked, "You all got a reader, cause here's my card."
"No, no that's alright." Howard surrendered.
They got into the truck. It was clearly a work truck and not an elite guest taxi. The man started driving away from the airport. They were quiet for a while then Howard just seemingly had to talk, "Must be hard getting stuff to the facility."
"Nope, usually chopper the bulk of the small stuff in. Bigger things, yeah bigger things are hard to get. Not a lot of new couches at the store." The man replied.
"Your main research is static collection for energy collection?" He asked.
"Nope, my main research is shooting wolves and bears so the lab coats don't become shit." The man snarked back.
"So you don't know what they do there?" Howard questioned.
"I heard the cage inspector is a Shrunken." The man replied in a sarcastic tone.
"Yes, why?" Howard sounded defensive.
"Cause I'm hopin to chat to them. I am prayin they are the smart one of your pair." the man taunted.
"Do you know my status?" Howard barked.
"Nope, not much use out here. Wolves eat who they catch, standing not a thought in their heads. Been a few lean years for the nippers the last few years. They be hungry." The man pointed out.
Howard didn't say anything for a while. Then as they pulled onto a dirt road asked, "Shouldn’t they fly me in by helicopter?"
"Was, but then they had engine issues yesterday. The other is bringing up supplies and wouldn't have an open seat. I got bribed to do it." The man answered.
"Any chance there would be a seat back to town?" Howard inquired.
"Gosh I hope so." The man replied.
They drove a rough winding path that was now doubling as a road. Karla looked in wonder at the trees. She had never seen trees that big. That went up forever. Massive trunks that were wider than the truck's length. Natural beauties that took her breath away. She would have loved to stop to just take a better look at one.
Then in an open area was a village. A mix of structures. Wooden shacks and tarp covered sheds mixed with pre-fab plastic walled trailers and a small cement walled building. On many of the roofs were strange assortments of antenna and tower-like structures. And in the approximate corners of the town were observation towers towering over the other buildings.
Karla was just thinking how strange this hidden town was when a load pop like thud made her and Howard jump. "That's not for you. Likely a wolf getting too close. Oh, don't go walking in the woods." The man explained.
"Right, stay in town." Howard accepted.
They pulled up to the cement walled building. Howard turned to get out when along the building roofs blue lightning fluttered along the strange tower-like structures. It was scary and lovely. The driver then joked, "Right, also don't fly any kites."
There, in the entrance of the building was Howard's fans. Greeting him ecstatically. As they started to bring him in, Howard asked, "My Shrunken needs to inspect your store's Grant cages?"
"Right." A pudgy man in a lab coat answered. He turned to the man getting back into his truck and asked, "Westin, you mind getting that done for us?"
"I don't know." Howard was clearly uncomfortable with the driver.
"Yeah, if you're questioning my honesty I swear I'll bloody your lip." The man growled.
"Nonsense Westin, he's just not used to your charms." The pudgy man said. Looking at Howard and nodding reassuringly.
"If she is hurt." Howard started.
"Then I'll already be dead protecting her." The man snarled.
"See, Westin is a good man. Rough around the edges, but he needs to be for his duties." The rotund lab worker explained.
Howard reached in and Karla was lifted out. Karla was a touch nervous about being handed over. New people were now always questionable. The man's hands were heavily calloused and rough. Dirty too, but she kneeled as lady-like as she could in her tight skirt. Then he accepted Karla's collar.
The man watched Howard walk into the building. Then his annoyed expression softened. He looked almost scared at Karla and sighed. Saying almost too softly for her to hear, "Sorry miss. If I had my head I would have washed my hands before you sat in one."
Karla realized he had no idea how to handle a Shrunken. Not that this was a problem. In fact it was nice that he was taking the, treat them like a little person, over the, I can do what I want with this attitude. "You can speak normally, it's not a problem for me."
"Sorry, most Shrunken I handle are, well, bigger and whores. Sorry for being vulgar miss, but you don't seem like a whore." The man explained.
Karla understood what he clumsily meant and was flattered in a way. "Thank you Mr. Westin. I am my owner's Shrunken." She replied.
"Too bad you have such a dunce of an owner." He said quickly adding, "Sorry, I shouldn't speak ill of your owner to you."
Karla's feelings towards Howard right that moment were mixed and hearing him so bluntly be insulted didn't make her feel bad. She smiled at the rough man and explained, "He's not my owner. I belong to his son. And I assure you, he's not a dunce."
"Good, must take after his mother." The man smiled back. "Well let's get you big. Jim at the store has likely cleaned eight times this morning waiting for you." He started one way then looked at his truck, "You mind if I park that in the lot and out of the way?"
"Not at all Mr. Westin." Karla accepted.
"Just Westin miss. The mister just makes it longer." He offered.
"I'm Karla." she offered back. He nodded approvingly and started to his truck.
He opened the door and carefully climbed in then sat there clearly considering something. "What's wrong Westin?" she asked.
"Not sure where to sit you. Everything is dirty. Don't want to mess up your pretty skirt." He noted.
"If your jeans are clean I could just sit on your lap." She suggested looking at the very dirt covered truck seats.
"I'm not used to young ladies sitting in my lap, miss. I might not appear gentlemanly too long with you there." He advised with a slight blush to his cheeks.
Karla was scared at first assuming the worst of that idea. Then his expression told her he wasn't talking about doing something to her. He was just nervous he'd get hard with her sitting near there. Then she saw a solution, "Your breast pocket, I would fit in there."
"Yes you would, thank goodness." he sighed in relief. She was very carefully slipped in beside a pen and some pencils. Her heels clicked on something. Looking down she saw she was balanced to two bullets nearly as long as she was tall. It was scary at first, but she chastised herself. It was just tools for his job here.
They drove to where a collection of dirty trucks and trackers were parked. He grabbed the rifle off the back rack, checked the chamber. A missile sized bullet caught Karla's eyes. Then shut the chamber. Got out and started walking.
"Is the gun a necessary thing for everyone?" Karla asked.
"Should be but no. Just a habit." He explained looking along the tree line.
"Shot many wolves?" she asked.
"No, we honestly attempt to just chase them away if we can. They were here long before this place was. But the Company needs a hidden spot to make collecting lightning for energy workable." He offered.
"Does that make your towers dangerous?" she said, marveling at the structure.
"No, they rubberized them to the hilt. Recoat them once a year. Want to have a peek from one?" Westin offered.
"Maybe after, I do need to do my job." She pointed out.
"You're not going to want to climb the ladder in that skirt and heels you're wearing." he gave a counter point.
"Your correct, I hadn't thought of that." She snickered at her lack of foresight.
"Figured. You clearly are comfortable in that get up but I think you might be more of a jeans girl." Westin guessed.
"Yes, and a tee." She confirmed.
"Daddy's little tomboy as a girl?" he asked.
"Daddy's girl, but no, never a tomboy. Not that I kept away from climbing on rocks or getting dirty. But I was more into dancing and playing dress up. He did teach me how to fix trucks and cars. Well, older ones." She explained.
"Better ones. Less likely to clunk out because a chip gets wet or something." He complained about the tech in new truck lines like her father would have. She missed him. Wondering what her father was doing now.
They climbed the ladder. Way up, Karla was glad to be in his pocket. They made it to the top and the workers and researchers below looked like Shrunken milling about in Micheal cage room. She soo missed her boy's shoulder.
The men in the tower looked at Westin and nodded. Turning back to look into the woods. He asked, walking over to them, "Anything."
"The pack is testing this corner. I think someone has been tossing food out to them again." A man said.
"Is that bad?" Karla wondered. And scaring the two men.
"Westin, you managed to buy your own one?" one man asked.
"No, she's visiting. She's inspecting Jim's cages for when they start selling online." he explained.
"Dang I was hoping maybe Foley finally got one worth paying his fees to put a dick in." the second said.
"She can hear you Campbell." Westin grunted.
"Oh, sorry Miss, just you know. The ones here are not appealing." the man said.
"The redhead is alright." the first pointed out.
"And so used you might as well just be waving your dick in a warm summer shower." the second countered.
"She is still here." Westin pointed out.
"Sorry Miss, not many lady visitors up in these towers." they said together.
"I understand." Karla forgave them.
"Oh, their back." The second said pointing. Karla tried to see what he was talking about. Nothing but woods and underbrush.
"If anyone spots who is feeding them we need to report it. Look how close they are getting." Westin advised.
"I don't see anything." Karla advised.
"Don't shoot yet." Westin said, offering his fingers for Karla to climb up.
He placed her on the railing and cupped his hand before her to make her a safety rail. He leaned down and looked from behind her head. Then a finger pressed beside her head. "Follow where I'm pointing." He directed. At first it was still just tree trunks and underbrush. Then, movement. Her little eyes faintly noticed dog legs, then a snout. Then a wolf's face peeked out from some short bushes.
"They are getting close, Westin." The first said lifting his rifle.
Karla suddenly had a giant finger press over each of her ears. A very muffled, "Ready." came from Westin. She was glad he had. The crack of the bullet being released shook her so hard she worried her insides were knocked loose. She watched the wolf jump at the ground exploding near it. It skittered out of sight.
"They didn't go far." the shooter sighed.
"Trusting the bushes to protect them. That and the allure of free food. We should ask for the brush to be cleaned up again." The second advised.
"Such a pain being out there protecting workers. Though just being out in a big group does scare them back more." Westin said.
Then his rifle was lowered before Karla. "Here, have a good look before Scott and Campbell have to chase them off."
Karla looked through the scope. Her first thought was to close one eye and look through. Then her face was so small and her eyes so close it just worked like a binoculus. There was a pretty grayish wolf. Its big brown eyes looked curious towards the facility.
"Strange, they are so active this morning." The first man pointed out.
Westin suggested, "Maybe that's when the food is left out. Likely they toss it out to them on their way to research or something."
"We'll watch better tomorrow." The second started lifting his rifle.
"If you can, let us get down some before getting to work." Westin asked, scooping up Karla. Carefully slipped back into his pocket.
They were nearly at the bottom when shots went off. Karla looked and didn't see the wolves but saw the bursts of dirt and rock. They were mere meters away, so close to this human place. She was glad Westin had his rifle now.
The walked up to two trailers connected with some sort of hallway sized tubing. Westin just entered one. A greasy man about Karla's age was facing away pant-less. A Half sized brunette of a more rotund build had her face pressed tight into his groin while his hips pumped hard. "Suck it Bitch! Suck it Bitch!" he growled as he went.
"Sampling while at work Shawn?" Westin asked, slamming the door.
The man spun around, dragging the Half sized around with him. He was using its head to cover his nakedness. "Westin, you can't just walk in here."
"Can, did, regretting you not locking the door. You're supposed to be waiting to turn Miss Karla here to human size, not getting you rocks off in that one's mouth." Westin said. His tone told he had no care for this Shawn person.
"Well, cover her eyes while I get my pants on." The greasy man demanded.
"Yes, tiny slimy things can bother a lady." Westin said, turning around.
"Fine, done." The man called. Dirty gray sweat pants, figures Karla thought. The Brunette Half sized Shrunken clearly didn't care any more. Sitting topless in a near chair filing her nails.
"This way," The greasy man directed.
"Wow, to the sizing tube, what a surprise." Westin mocked.
He helped Karla out of his pocket. Then pulled her collar out of another. That Shawn person leaned close. "Oh, she’s nice looking. What do you say Westin, we have a little Half sized fun then send her to Jim’s to do the inspection."
"You know what, I'll place her in the tube and put her collar on her. If you even make another suggestion like that after I gave my word to look after her. Well, I don't know why Shawn went walking that far into the woods, he should have known better." Westin threatened.
"Are you threatening me?" the slimy man asked.
"Nope, just noting the wolves can stomach just about any meat when hungry enough." Westin said coldly.
"Yesh, you can put her in and put the collar on. Here, she'll need to take these pills once she's resized. And, " He grabbed a fresh bottle of water from a nearby fridge. "To wash them down."
Westin placed Karla down and stepped back, closing the door. Then that dizzy feeling. Rough hand grabbed her arm to help her balance. Then the collar touched her neck then slipped. It clunked on the floor. "Hurry you idiot before the adjustment wears off." The greasy man barked.
"Calm down, calm down." Westin countered, grabbing the collar. Karla helped him put it on this time.
She was handed the pills and the bottle of water and with that they were leaving that dirty place. As the door closed, that Shawn's voice was heard growling, "Back to work bitch."
"Thank you for that." Karla said, trying to walk on a rough road in heels.
"For what?" Westin asked.
"Protecting me from him." Karla pointed out.
"Nonsense, it was my pleasure. I take any chance I can get to tell him I'm going to feed him to the wolves." Westin said with a big smile.
"Bet he believes you will." Karla joked.
"If he doesn't it'll be even funnier when I do." Westin joked back. Well, she let herself think he was joking.
"Thinking flats would have been better for this stop?" He asked.
"Yes, if I packed any even. I thought all the stops were in cities when I packed." She confessed.
"I can understand that." Westin said.
They walked to a different trailer with bright lights lining the roof. The front door was replaced with a store door. Jim's painted on a hand made sign over the door. Westin opened the door for her and Karla stepped in. A guy in his early thirties looked up asking, "Is that the inspector?" Then his mouth hung open.
"Yesh Jim's this is Karla. She's the Grant's inspector." Westin confirmed.
Karla blushed a little when the man gasped loudly, "I didn't think she'd be that pretty."
"Yeah they come in all shapes and sizes. Now close your mouth and show her your cages." Westin sounded amused.
"Ah huh." The man mumbled.
"We're not used to pretty girls around here. Sorry. Make him radio me when you're done and I'll walk you back to the research building." Westin offered.
"Thank you Westin." She smiled at the rough man.
"You want to thank me send me a pretty Shrunken with your poise to keep this old hunter company in this dump." He commented.
"I'll see what I can do." Karla offered.
He tipped his cap and walked out. Karla turned to the cute older man still just staring wide mouthed, "Well, let's see what I came to see."
Karla was amused as his response was, "Your eyes are the prettiest brown eyes in the world." She was used to awkward compliments. But his smile was sweet. He shook his head and repeated Westin's point. "Yeah, not a lot of pretty eyes out here."
His cages were small. There wouldn't be any store sales at such a place and he clearly understood that. But Overlay ordered ones would still need to be held somewhere till workers finished their duties.
Karla felt comfortable with this man. Safe, almost like with Micheal. Safe away from possible broken trust. How did he even know she wanted an Iced Tea? His eyes were kind and deep brown. Not a looker. Not in rippling shape. Bit nerdy looking with thinning hair. Yet, kind features. Warm seasoned voice. The kind of person a woman could snuggle with on a porch swing and enjoy a sunset while sipping tea.
"It's nice out here." she said as she was finishing up her notes.
"Yeah, I love the trees. If it was safer I would take you for a walk. They are so peaceful." He said, smiling adorably.
"Take a lot of walks in wolf country?" she teased.
He shook his head, "No, that I avoid. No, I drive closer to the main road. There are safe trails through the trees that aren't all city made. A good hike, if you have time I could close up."
"No, sorry, I have to go soon." Karla replied. Actually sorry that she was leaving this lovely place.
"You could stay longer. I have a spare room. Or, I could find one with a lady researcher." He was so close. His hand was so warm on hers.
"No, my companion will be looking for me soon." she advised. Delighted at how his eyes were looking into hers.
"We could hide you. You could live here. We couldn't make you human again. But you wouldn't have to go back to being small anymore." He suggested hopefully.
It was tempting. Sure she wouldn't really be human, but closer than she was now. And he didn't seem to mind. And no one here could take that from her. Use her without her permission. Only she knew the collar command. A lovely wood surrounded home with a kind faced man.
Then her real kind faced man came to mind. That sweet boy and his goofy happy to see her grin. His voice sighing as he called her name. No, fully safe or not, Micheal was her home and life now. "I'm sorry. I can't stay. I'd miss my owner too much Jim."
"I understand." Jim replied and Karla's heart broke a little. "Lucky man." he sighed.
"I'm a lucky Shrunken." She informed him.
"Not from where I'm standing." Jim compliment.
Karla kissed his cheek. Then had to pull back as she was tempted to kiss again. "You'll make a great owner of some Shrunken some day too." She pushed herself back.
"I wasn't thinking of you as a Shrunken." he confessed.
"I'm going to go wait on the porch." Karla told him, stepping away.
"OK, I'll call Westin, stay close until he arrives just in case." Jim begged.
Karla stepped out on the porch. The rich woody air filled her lungs and her mind was a burst of confusion. What was she thinking? Leaving Micheal and staying here? She couldn't remember being so instantly drawn to someone. She looked at the store entrance and wondered if in a different world if she met Jim. But this was her world and her special boy was waiting for her at home.
She blamed the confusion of everything happening with Howard. He was an easy person to blame in her life right now. Doing those things to her. Making her subconsciously seeking escape from him instead of longing to be back with Micheal. Yeah she had been strangely drawn to Jim in there. But she only let it go that far because of Howard's horrible actions.
She felt so guilty. Micheal was her world. Her very life and she almost ruined it on the impossible idea of hiding from Howard out here. Like the tracking device in her collar wouldn't tell the Company she was right here. She missed her special Micheal. His touch, his voice, his very scent. How messed up had these days made her?
Jim popped his head out, "Westin is on his way."
Karla could still feel a draw to this man. But with Micheal in her thoughts it was more like seeing a cute friendly dog then a romantic one. She accepted her stronger attraction earlier had mixed that with her desire to escape being alone with Howard. "Thank you Jim." she said confident in her desire to see Micheal again.
He looked sad, poor man puppy she thought in a caring sense. "Hope you visit again." He wished.
"I will have to have a second look before the Kittens start being shipped." She said, Making his cute big brown eyes sparkle.
"See you then." He said. Stepping out his door.
"I will see you then." Karla was really regretting her slip up in the store.
"Ready Karla?" Westin was there. Karla was grateful for the rescue.
"Yes, thank you. Talk again soon Jim." she said, stepping towards the rough man.
"I hope so." Jim wished clearly.
They walked around a shack Westin noted, "I think Jim's might have a crush on you."
Karla felt horrible, "I think I encouraged it. This has been a rough trip for me."
"Most places not as friendly as Jim's?" Westin asked.
"Yeah, down right rude and cruel." She stretched the truth.
"That's the outside for you. I hate people. That's why I live here." He said in a sympathetic tone.
"Where I live is working a few states over." she sighed.
"Lucky boy." The man said knowingly.
"Lucky Shrunken." She corrected him.
Westin nodded and hoped, "Maybe someday I'll get to meet your owner, he seems like a smart fellow."
"Most people on this trip think Howard, I mean, Dr. Miller is my owner." Karla pointed out.
"Naa," The rough man countered, "You're too accepting of your life as a Shrunken to be one from that, lets see, that guys Shrunken."
Karla could sense he had harsher words about Howard. Before the last few days she would have defended Micheal's father. Since his violation of her as well as Micheal's trust she just couldn't muster a retort.
They stopped by the research building, "You'll be safe here. I'll be right back with the truck." Westin advised and walked off.
Karla watched him go. Then a couple of shots made her jump at their cracking of the air. She giggled, in a different location and those shots would be the danger. Here they were keeping danger back.
She looked about at the distant tree canopy. It was lovely. The green tops had needles instead of leaves. But still the edges of the branches waved happily down at her. Even the hardy woody scent filling the air was peaceful and relaxing. Karla could see why some delighted living in such conditions. Then her mental commune with nature was startled by some of the men in the tower keeping the wildlife at bay.
Howard came out flanked by his hangers on. His smile slipped as he advised, "Well I tried, but it seems we'll have to head back with that idiot."
"He's not so bad. Just rough around the edges." Karla defended her new friend.
"He's getting reported for his disrespect of me on the way here." Howard advised.
Karla snapped at him, "Oh, stop being so selfish just because he didn't kowtow to you. He's out here and you'll likely never see him again. Just let it go."
"Alright, fine. You have been hanging out with Milly haven't you." Howard relented with a teasing compliment.
"Maybe not enough." Karla stabbed back without thinking. But besides a couple of staffers giving her looks saying they thought she was being a lippy Shrunken. No one really took notice.
Westin pulled up and jumped out of the truck. He walked around and ignored Howard's, "About time."
He opened the passenger door. On the seat was a clean blanket. He offered Karla his calloused hand, "Let me help you in Miss."
"Shouldn't I, the human and Red Status member get the front seat?" Howard grumbled.
"I thought someone so high and mighty would be more used to being chuffed in the back of a vehicle." Westin taunted as he was helping Karla to enter the tall truck in the most lady-like way possible.
"You're on thin ice, mister." Howard whined.
Westin just started around the truck, "And you'll be left here if you don't get in soon."
Westin climbed in and shook his head as he started the truck. Howard dashed for the back door. Barely in before Westin started the vehicle moving. Karla had to hide her smirk at the clear annoyance on Howard's face as he didn't get to give his fans a grand farewell.
Then they were on the trail back to civilization. Karla opened the window to absorb as much of nature's breath as she could. Westin taking the time to point out sights of nature. Deer in a small clearing. A bear happily destroying some berry bushes. Maybe she could convince Micheal to let her visit here again. Oh the wonderful hope he and Josie would come too.
They arrived at the airport and Howard huffed, "Finally." As he leaped out the back seat.
Westin got out and walked around the truck. "Here, safer in that outfit." He said as he offered Karla his hand and shoulder to hold to ease her slip down to the ground.
She kissed his cheek and chirped, "Thanks."
"Glad to know somewhere there is a smart owner out there." He praised her Micheal.
She patted the man's chest noting, "You'd make a great owner. Someday a Shrunken will be grateful to ride in your pocket."
He blushed, "Be a long time before a tower jockey like me can afford a sweet little pocket fairy."
"But when you do." Karla started.
"I'll have to build it a rig so it too can be a tower jockey." He noted aloud. Karla snickered.
"Bye Westin. It was great to meet you." Karla said, stepping away.
"Thanks for visiting." He replied, giving her a nod.
Howard and her climbed into the plane and the leggy Asian stewardess guided them to their seats. Karla sighed as the plane started. The rough man watched them take off.
Howard huffed, "I have to put him on report." He then pulled his tablet out.
"Oh leave it be. He can't bother you anymore being stuck out in the middle of the woods." Karla countered.
He looked at her and coldly stated, "He let you, a Shrunken ride in the front seat. While I, a high ranking Company member had to squish themselves into the back seat."
Karla then thought of reasoning that likely would be acceptable to Howard's selfish mindset. "He likely wanted to ogle me some more, is all. Not a lot of women in tight short business skirts out there."
Howard looked to dismiss this, then gave a slight nod. "Yeah, likely. If I was a single guy out in the middle of nowhere I'd want to look you over some too. I'm still mad though." He sighed, "All my stress relievers are likely waiting at Jeff's by now."
Karla didn't want to offer this, but Westin was too nice to chance Howard's new selfish streak might hurt him. "If it'll help you ignore him we could go into the bathroom and I could relieve that for you?"
She was a bit insulted by the disgusted look that came across Howard's face. Then he explained while shacking his head, "No thank you. At Full size it would be too much like I was cheating on Milly." He made a sound like he ate something awful, "No, that idea is just not appealing."
Karla was proud of him. Even the hint of cheating on that tall slender beauty made him slightly sick to think about. Then that pride faded as she soon realized if she was standard sized or even as big as Half she would likely be in that bathroom. Him greedily getting his pleasure out of her. It was just that Full size made her too human like in his mind.
But she thought Milly was safe from him cheating on her. Making the Stewardess' unnecessary bending at her narrow waist amusing. Karla mused in her mind, sorry sister. Dr. Howard isn't your ticket to better status.
Howard suddenly said, "Oh, I should warn you. The Grants don't live like we do."
"What do you mean?" Karla was confused. They were Reds too, wouldn't they have a nice house? Were they living in an apartment?
"They have staff. Not a large staff. But a chef, a few maids and the like. So don't get weirded out." He explained.
Why didn't he just start with that she wondered. It made sense, Karla couldn't see Debbie doing laundry and making meals every day around those chest mountains. "OK, so what does that mean for me?" She asked the only question that came to mind.
He shrugged, "Just thought you should know."
Karla thought about teasing him about looking forward to the maids short uniforms or wanting his own staff at his beck and call. Yet a weight now weighed on her sense of fun. She was missing their destroyed connection.