Seth decides to call back Cathy, the Lilliputian
As told by Seth.
Nothing irked me worse than having my sexy time interrupted. I wanted to ignore my smartphone and continue having fun with Amanda, but in my line of work, I couldn’t afford to ignore phone calls. I was thankful for Amanda for all the shit she put up with me from the killing to the business call. To be frank, if she couldn’t put up with me, she wouldn’t be my girlfriend.
I’ve had plenty of women in my life. I’ve dated all three races and found a particular attraction to the Brobdingnagians. They were so fucking powerful without even trying. Going back to all the chicks I dated, most of my relationships hardly lasted longer than a week. Most of the chicks were after my money or—in the case of the Brobdingnagians—they were trying to assert some sort of elitism over me; and that shit was going to fly with me.
Amanda was the first person I met that wasn’t a gold digger or power hungry slut. She was the first person I met that was genuine. I worried that I times she would turn on me, but I could tell that deep down in she was a Lilliputian stuck in Brobdingnagian’s body. I was able to manipulate her without trying. She respected me and obeyed all my wishes. We had wonderful sex, I bought her a huge Brobdingnagian house in her hometown, and I showered her with gifts. Poor thing was modest and would refuse my gifts most of the time—she would say that me loving her was gift enough. I really liked her. Like really, really liked her.
“What can I do for you Cathy?” I said into my phone.
“I got some good news for you.” Her nasal tone bothered me at times. It was unsexy and kind of broke the mood I was having with Amanda.
“Cath, you know only to call me for one thing.”
“I know,” I could feel her smiling through the phone. “And, that’s why I called you.”
“Are you shitting me?” I asked. “It worked?”
“Don’t get so ahead of yourself. But yes. It did work. We are ready to begin testing immediately.” She said, holding back a triumphant glee.
“Holy shit, the ceramic composite works? It’s adhering to other surfaces?” I still couldn’t believe it.
“Yes it does. We are planning on spraying a jumbo jet tomorrow. Can you imagine, Seth? We can strengthen an airliner to the point where it could survive a crash landing. Like, a vertical crash landing.”
The possibilities swam in my head. This was good news, not just for the civilian sector, but also for the military. Amanda’s stomach gurgled below me, interrupting my thoughts. I looked up to her and she mouthed sorry in her cute way. Gawd, I adored Amanda. Then another thought popped in my head: a much sicker thought that would put the ceramic composite to the ultimate test.
“Live test is tomorrow, right Cath?”
“Yes it is.” She answered.
“How many testers you got for the plane?”
“Testers? We just got the plane.”
“How many people can fit in the place?” I asked.
“About 800 I suppose. What are you getting at?” She asked.
“Get 800 subjects, testers, or volunteers—whatever the fuck you want to call it. I want to test the ceramic composite with real lives on the line.”
“Are you kidding me? We can’t get anything like that approved.”
“If I don’t see demonstration on my terms, then I ain’t buyin’.” I told her.
Cathy, the little Lilliputian that I’ve manipulated my entire career, was silent on the other end of the line. I didn’t say a word and just waited for her response. In the meantime, I another gurgle coming from Amanda’s stomach greeted me. The hungrier she got, the more aroused I got.
“Okay Seth,” Cathy blurted. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“I’ll meet you at the usual place,” I said, “I’m bringing my girlfriend by the way.”
“Your girlfriend?” She gasped, “aren’t you dating a Brobdingna—“
I hung up the phone. I then stripped out of my clothes and rolled around Amanda’s soft stomach. “You getting hungry babe?” I asked.
“I’m sorry, honey, but I am a bit peckish.” She said in her soft tone.
“Give me one minute, babe.” I pulled out my phone and made a call.
===
I nestled myself between Amanda’s nipple and bikini. I rubbed my cock against her aroused nipple while she fingered herself between her thighs. A Gulliverian semi-truck blasted its many horns in front of my mansion.
“You have a guest.” Amanda said.
“Not for me. It’s your dinner.” I tried not to moan as I spoke to her.
“Aww, thank you. Want to come out?”
“Hell no,” I laughed. “You can go eat while I’m here.”
I felt the blood rush from my head to my feet as Amanda stood up. The vibrations of her footstep shook my body as she walked from my private beach to the front driveway. Even at 420 feet tall, it took Amanda quite a few steps to walk around the mansion.
The driver of the semi had opened the back of the trailer. Inside, covered from wall to wall, were unwrapped sandwiches, originally headed to a homeless shelter. I guess they were going to be shit out of luck—I mean, my girl had to eat.
“Oh yum, these look good.” Amanda said. She proceeded to pull off the trailer from the truck and tilt the contents into her mouth. One of the benefits of being, well, me, was that I got whatever the fuck I wanted. I told them to fill a truck with turkey sandwiches ready to eat, and that’s what I got. I mean, that’s what Amanda got. I didn’t give a shit how they got it or that homeless people were going to go hungry that night. I got whatever the fuck I wanted.
“You can eat the driver if you want to.” I smiled as I told Amanda from her boob.
“Please, not today honey?” She groaned. “You know I don’t like doing that.” I could tell she was waiting for me to direct her further. Whether I pushed it or not. The driver’s life was in my hand even though Amanda would carry out the execution if I wished.
I was in a good mood so I told Amanda, “if you don’t want to eat him, then don’t. It’s all good.”
Amanda lifted her bikini top so that I could see her pretty face and mouthed thank you.
***
Blefuscu was a tiny island nation that waged war with Lilliput back several hundreds of years ago during the time of Gulliver. As the story goes, Gulliver decimated their navy and captured a dozen military ships for the kingdom of Lilliput. Fortunately, for the nation of Blefuscu, Gulliver refused the Lilliput King’s order to destroy their enemy in its entirety.
Over hundreds of generations, Blefuscu still hadn’t made their peace with Lilliput. On the outside, diplomats would proclaim peace and continued commerce between the two nations. Secretly, the two nations fought a shadow war under the noses of the public. Tensions rolled hot behind closed doors and many soldiers died without anyone noticing.
I loved tension, shadow wars, and military expansion. Both nations fought for my business as a defense contractor and I catered to both. Blef-theon®, based out of Blefuscu, was headed by Cathy and hungry to decimate Lilliput. She currently held the contract with my company and therefore had my undivided attention. Blef-theon® owned a small strip of islands that extended from the main island to the mainland.
I told Amanda to dress light, as if we were going to a beach party. She went with flip-flops, cotton short shorts, and a loose shirt. Underneath all that was a green bikini. She wore these oversized sunglasses that made her eyes look like that of a bumblebee.
“Are you sure we are going the right way?” She asked me.
I was sitting on her shoulder, strapped to her shirt. “Yup, this is the right way.” I pulled out my cell and gave Cathy a call. “Hey Cath, we’re almost there.”
“Goddamnit Seth, I know you are almost here!” She screamed. “I could see her.” She yelled again. “I could see her from the testing site. Why in God’s name are you bringing a Brobby here?!”
“Is that the way you want to talk to me?”
Silence.
“My girlfriend is here to test the ceramic composite compound. If you don’t like it, we’ll turn around now. Maybe head over to Lilliput and tell them what you’re up to.”
I guess I should clear up some things here. Lilliputians is the given name to the smallest race known in the world. This was due to Gulliver naming them upon their discovery and the name just sticking. The Blefuscudians hated anytime they were called Lilliputians but the Gulliverians and Brobdingnagians didn’t give a shit. If they were micro-sized, they were called Lilliputians. The Blefu—whatever, just had to suck it up. Then again, don’t listen to me because I’m not exactly politically correct.
“Okay, Seth.” Cathy sounded defeated. “Please tell her to be careful.”
I hung up the phone without responding. The environment transitioned from Gulliveria to Lilly size gradually. The forests were no longer distinguishable and just looked like blobs of green. The beaches looked like strips of white, separating the blue ocean to the green inland. There was a strait of tiny islands, that from my vantage point, looked like dinner plates.
“Right there babe.” I told Amanda. “Stop on that island to the right. That’s where I’m meeting the Lilliputians.”
“Lilliputians?” She asked. “Why are we meeting Lilliputians?”
“I mean the other ones,” referring to the Blefuscudians. “I’m meeting them for a business deal and I need your help.”
“Help with what?”
“I need you to test something out.” I told her. “I need you to…
Nothing irked me worse than having my sexy time interrupted. I wanted to ignore my smartphone and continue having fun with Amanda, but in my line of work, I couldn’t afford to ignore phone calls. I was thankful for Amanda for all the shit she put up with me from the killing to the business call. To be frank, if she couldn’t put up with me, she wouldn’t be my girlfriend.
I’ve had plenty of women in my life. I’ve dated all three races and found a particular attraction to the Brobdingnagians. They were so fucking powerful without even trying. Going back to all the chicks I dated, most of my relationships hardly lasted longer than a week. Most of the chicks were after my money or—in the case of the Brobdingnagians—they were trying to assert some sort of elitism over me; and that shit was going to fly with me.
Amanda was the first person I met that wasn’t a gold digger or power hungry slut. She was the first person I met that was genuine. I worried that I times she would turn on me, but I could tell that deep down in she was a Lilliputian stuck in Brobdingnagian’s body. I was able to manipulate her without trying. She respected me and obeyed all my wishes. We had wonderful sex, I bought her a huge Brobdingnagian house in her hometown, and I showered her with gifts. Poor thing was modest and would refuse my gifts most of the time—she would say that me loving her was gift enough. I really liked her. Like really, really liked her.
“What can I do for you Cathy?” I said into my phone.
“I got some good news for you.” Her nasal tone bothered me at times. It was unsexy and kind of broke the mood I was having with Amanda.
“Cath, you know only to call me for one thing.”
“I know,” I could feel her smiling through the phone. “And, that’s why I called you.”
“Are you shitting me?” I asked. “It worked?”
“Don’t get so ahead of yourself. But yes. It did work. We are ready to begin testing immediately.” She said, holding back a triumphant glee.
“Holy shit, the ceramic composite works? It’s adhering to other surfaces?” I still couldn’t believe it.
“Yes it does. We are planning on spraying a jumbo jet tomorrow. Can you imagine, Seth? We can strengthen an airliner to the point where it could survive a crash landing. Like, a vertical crash landing.”
The possibilities swam in my head. This was good news, not just for the civilian sector, but also for the military. Amanda’s stomach gurgled below me, interrupting my thoughts. I looked up to her and she mouthed sorry in her cute way. Gawd, I adored Amanda. Then another thought popped in my head: a much sicker thought that would put the ceramic composite to the ultimate test.
“Live test is tomorrow, right Cath?”
“Yes it is.” She answered.
“How many testers you got for the plane?”
“Testers? We just got the plane.”
“How many people can fit in the place?” I asked.
“About 800 I suppose. What are you getting at?” She asked.
“Get 800 subjects, testers, or volunteers—whatever the fuck you want to call it. I want to test the ceramic composite with real lives on the line.”
“Are you kidding me? We can’t get anything like that approved.”
“If I don’t see demonstration on my terms, then I ain’t buyin’.” I told her.
Cathy, the little Lilliputian that I’ve manipulated my entire career, was silent on the other end of the line. I didn’t say a word and just waited for her response. In the meantime, I another gurgle coming from Amanda’s stomach greeted me. The hungrier she got, the more aroused I got.
“Okay Seth,” Cathy blurted. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“I’ll meet you at the usual place,” I said, “I’m bringing my girlfriend by the way.”
“Your girlfriend?” She gasped, “aren’t you dating a Brobdingna—“
I hung up the phone. I then stripped out of my clothes and rolled around Amanda’s soft stomach. “You getting hungry babe?” I asked.
“I’m sorry, honey, but I am a bit peckish.” She said in her soft tone.
“Give me one minute, babe.” I pulled out my phone and made a call.
===
I nestled myself between Amanda’s nipple and bikini. I rubbed my cock against her aroused nipple while she fingered herself between her thighs. A Gulliverian semi-truck blasted its many horns in front of my mansion.
“You have a guest.” Amanda said.
“Not for me. It’s your dinner.” I tried not to moan as I spoke to her.
“Aww, thank you. Want to come out?”
“Hell no,” I laughed. “You can go eat while I’m here.”
I felt the blood rush from my head to my feet as Amanda stood up. The vibrations of her footstep shook my body as she walked from my private beach to the front driveway. Even at 420 feet tall, it took Amanda quite a few steps to walk around the mansion.
The driver of the semi had opened the back of the trailer. Inside, covered from wall to wall, were unwrapped sandwiches, originally headed to a homeless shelter. I guess they were going to be shit out of luck—I mean, my girl had to eat.
“Oh yum, these look good.” Amanda said. She proceeded to pull off the trailer from the truck and tilt the contents into her mouth. One of the benefits of being, well, me, was that I got whatever the fuck I wanted. I told them to fill a truck with turkey sandwiches ready to eat, and that’s what I got. I mean, that’s what Amanda got. I didn’t give a shit how they got it or that homeless people were going to go hungry that night. I got whatever the fuck I wanted.
“You can eat the driver if you want to.” I smiled as I told Amanda from her boob.
“Please, not today honey?” She groaned. “You know I don’t like doing that.” I could tell she was waiting for me to direct her further. Whether I pushed it or not. The driver’s life was in my hand even though Amanda would carry out the execution if I wished.
I was in a good mood so I told Amanda, “if you don’t want to eat him, then don’t. It’s all good.”
Amanda lifted her bikini top so that I could see her pretty face and mouthed thank you.
***
Blefuscu was a tiny island nation that waged war with Lilliput back several hundreds of years ago during the time of Gulliver. As the story goes, Gulliver decimated their navy and captured a dozen military ships for the kingdom of Lilliput. Fortunately, for the nation of Blefuscu, Gulliver refused the Lilliput King’s order to destroy their enemy in its entirety.
Over hundreds of generations, Blefuscu still hadn’t made their peace with Lilliput. On the outside, diplomats would proclaim peace and continued commerce between the two nations. Secretly, the two nations fought a shadow war under the noses of the public. Tensions rolled hot behind closed doors and many soldiers died without anyone noticing.
I loved tension, shadow wars, and military expansion. Both nations fought for my business as a defense contractor and I catered to both. Blef-theon®, based out of Blefuscu, was headed by Cathy and hungry to decimate Lilliput. She currently held the contract with my company and therefore had my undivided attention. Blef-theon® owned a small strip of islands that extended from the main island to the mainland.
I told Amanda to dress light, as if we were going to a beach party. She went with flip-flops, cotton short shorts, and a loose shirt. Underneath all that was a green bikini. She wore these oversized sunglasses that made her eyes look like that of a bumblebee.
“Are you sure we are going the right way?” She asked me.
I was sitting on her shoulder, strapped to her shirt. “Yup, this is the right way.” I pulled out my cell and gave Cathy a call. “Hey Cath, we’re almost there.”
“Goddamnit Seth, I know you are almost here!” She screamed. “I could see her.” She yelled again. “I could see her from the testing site. Why in God’s name are you bringing a Brobby here?!”
“Is that the way you want to talk to me?”
Silence.
“My girlfriend is here to test the ceramic composite compound. If you don’t like it, we’ll turn around now. Maybe head over to Lilliput and tell them what you’re up to.”
I guess I should clear up some things here. Lilliputians is the given name to the smallest race known in the world. This was due to Gulliver naming them upon their discovery and the name just sticking. The Blefuscudians hated anytime they were called Lilliputians but the Gulliverians and Brobdingnagians didn’t give a shit. If they were micro-sized, they were called Lilliputians. The Blefu—whatever, just had to suck it up. Then again, don’t listen to me because I’m not exactly politically correct.
“Okay, Seth.” Cathy sounded defeated. “Please tell her to be careful.”
I hung up the phone without responding. The environment transitioned from Gulliveria to Lilly size gradually. The forests were no longer distinguishable and just looked like blobs of green. The beaches looked like strips of white, separating the blue ocean to the green inland. There was a strait of tiny islands, that from my vantage point, looked like dinner plates.
“Right there babe.” I told Amanda. “Stop on that island to the right. That’s where I’m meeting the Lilliputians.”
“Lilliputians?” She asked. “Why are we meeting Lilliputians?”
“I mean the other ones,” referring to the Blefuscudians. “I’m meeting them for a business deal and I need your help.”
“Help with what?”
“I need you to test something out.” I told her. “I need you to…
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