Ground rules Shrunk in an airport chapter 11 by Louka31

Standing in Sydney’s palm, you look up at her angrily and do your best to sound authorative and masterful.

“Listen, Lady, I am not going to be your pet.”, you say, “I am a person just like you and I demand you return me to normal size and let me go at once.”

You pause and look your captress firmly in the eye, doing your best to look resolute and confident.

To your horror, Sydney starts laughing. Even at her huge size, her laugh is melodic, infectious and appealing.

“Aren’t you adorable?”, she says, “That is the cutest thing I have ever heard in my life.”

She brings her palm up so that you are at eye level with her.

“Nonetheless, little dude, I think we need to establish some house rules. Firstly, I did not shrink you and I have no idea how to return you to normal size than you do.”

“In fact”, she says, bringing her free hand up and beginning to pet you, “for all I know, you could be lying to me and this is the size you have always been. Maybe you have always dreamed of being a big person like me.”

She rubs her finger up and down your back. You hate to admit it but it is the most relaxing, comforting thing you have ever felt in your life. Despite yourself, you begin to groan with satisfaction. You desperately hope she does not notice.

“Secondly”, she says, “the simple fact is you are not a person like me. Whether you were or you weren’t in the past is by the by but people are big enough to live and move around independently and use people things without help from a big, giant woman. Whatever you are now, you definitely ain’t a person.”

You feel humiliated at being dismissed like this but you are overwhelmed by just how huge Sydney is and date not say anything.

“And thirdly, you need to accept that I am bigger and stronger than you and I am going to be deciding what is best for you from now on. The fact is you are going to be my pet. You can like it or not like it, you can accept it or not accept it and you can either obey me from the start or I can have fun training you to be obedient. But, whichever way, the outcome does not change. You are my pet from now on and you will be doing whatever I say. And frankly, we will get on a lot better if you are positive about the experience. I don’t want a pet who whines about how small they are and demands in vane to be set free. I want a pet who appreciates how cool it is to have a hot gigantic woman looking after them and keeping them safe. And I will get what I want in the end. It is just a case of how much you want to fight before you start to obey me.

“So what do you say, little man, are you going to keep complaining or are you going to start enjoying being the prized pet of a gorgeous owner?”