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Birthday Present (Part Three)
🕑 Added 2023-05-10 12:59:01 +0000 UTC“Nah, I’m not worried about that. Yeah maybe they’ll look for him but like, it’s gonna be so easy to hide him. Like, literally I can keep him in my pocket and nobody would even know. What?” She giggles. “Yeah I mean like, I know none of my clothes have pockets, that wouldn’t look cute! But like, there are other places I can keep him. Yeah exactly!” She laughs mischievously.
“Also like, why would they even suspect me? He was just like a little worker bee at Daddy’s lab. He was like, nobody to me.” She sighs happily, her fingers shoving his face into her navel and then petting the back of his head. “Yeah, nobody’s gonna find him. He’s all mine.”
Hearing this, his stomach flips. He’s been so caught up in the anger and humiliation that he hasn’t even thought about the full implications of this. If he doesn’t escape from this brat’s bedroom, and at the moment it’s looking pretty hopeless, he may never see Sharon and the kids again. He thinks about them wondering where he is, forever denied even the closure of an explanation. Eventually, an unsatisfying funeral, lacking a body. All so that he can spend his life as a plaything at the whim of this spoiled brat!
Furious, he struggles vigorously with his whole body and screams as loud as he can. “Let me go you little brat!!!”
But again, no reaction from her whatsoever. She carries on petting him, still chatting happily with her friend. “Well like, I don’t think I can get you one. At least not yet. I’m not even supposed to tell anybody about him, so like… yeah. But you can come over and play with him!” She laughs. “Yeah of course! What’s mine is yours, girl! Yeah but like, maybe tomorrow. I want to play with him by myself tonight first.” As she says this she slides him absentmindedly a few inches towards the waistband of her skirt. He gulps and tries not to think about what she means by “play with.”
“No it’s fine, my dad won’t be here. I told you, I moved out. He bought me a house for my birthday. Yeah, it’s really nice! I mean like, last year it was the car, right? So I guess he had to top that. Yeah my new pet is just like, a little bonus I guess.”
A little bonus?! This is his entire life ruined! Also, her having this house all to herself is not good news. He was hoping there might be other family members around who might rescue him, or whose guests might be able to. But if he’s trapped here with just her…
“He’s just wearing like, boring clothes,” she continues. “No I think I’m gonna put him in like, a little collar.” She laughs. “I know! Hmm? Oh. Umm, a pink one, obviously! That way he’ll match my favourite nail polish and like, my favourite shoes and stuff.” Her hand releases him so that she can examine her nails. “Yeah! I know, he’s gonna look so cute! It’s too bad I have to hide him. He’s like, the perfect accessory!”
Greg is trying to get to his feet to shout in defiance when suddenly she surprises him by sitting bolt upright. He tumbles down off of her belly and down her skirt, and lands in the folds of her soft pink duvet. “What! No way!” she exclaims. “So then what happened, what did she say? Oh my god, like…”
On either side of him her enormous legs tower above like prison walls. Between them, in the darkness beneath her short skirt, her smooth naked pussy looms before him like the terrifying mouth of a monster in a cave. He stares for a little too long before catching himself, and to his dismay he looks up to see her smiling knowingly down at him. She licks her lips lasciviously as she watches him blush.
Oh god, he thinks to himself. Is this some kind of sexual thing for her? His heart pounds in his chest as he considers the implications of that possibility. He could swear he can make out the faint scent of feminine arousal drifting out towards him from under her skirt.
Smiling down at him as she chats on the phone, she slowly starts to close her thighs, ready to trap him between them. Seeing the massive walls of her legs closing in, he panics and sprints away from her towards the foot of her bed.
Even running as fast as he can, his progress is frustratingly slow. He estimates that his stride must only be a couple of inches to her. The surface of her pink duvet makes running even more difficult, his legs constantly sinking into its softness like quicksand.
He hears her giggling behind him as he makes it past her knees. Then suddenly she puts her huge bare foot, the size of a van, into his path to block him. Not expecting this, he runs straight into it and falls onto his back. Before he has a chance to get up, she grips his ankle between her toes of her other foot and lifts him off the bed. She crosses her legs and lets him dangle from her toes, upside down in the air, facing her. She giggles at him.
“What? Oh,” she laughs. “I’m just laughing at Snuggles. It’s so cute, he actually thinks he can escape from me. But like, his little itty bitty legs are too tiny to run very fast, aren’t they Snuggles?”
She lightly taps his face with her finger, still giggling.
“Yeah. So it’s like, suuuper not gonna happen. I know, it’s adorable! I’m just like, playing with him with my toes. Yeah!”
She jiggles her foot a little, making him bounce. Dangling from his ankle, it causes him to cry out in pain, but she ignores it.
“Anyway girl, I’m gonna let you go.” After a pause, she giggles. “Haha, exactly! See you tomorrow though? Oh wait, actually I’ll see you tonight I guess, for cheer practice. Ugh, I know, I don’t feel like it either. Especially now, when I have a new toy! I just wanna stay home and like… What?”
She bursts into laughter. “Oh my god, you’re like, so evil! But that’s actually not a bad idea.”
She pauses, listening to her friend say something. “Yeah exactly. And if he’s bad, then like, my ass instead.” She cackles mischievously into the phone. “What? Yeah of course! Like, that would feel amazing, don’t you think? For me anyway.” She giggles. She’s gently stroking the side of his face with her pinky as she says this, looking at him with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
What the fuck is she talking about? He wonders to himself, increasingly nervous with every word he overhears.
