Does she wait for me to do this?
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
sonic411
Not exactly sure how this happened, you find yourself oddly calm about being naked in bed, handcuffed to the bed. It soon becomes apparent why when she opens the door. Hand on her hip, cocking it to the side, small strand of her lovely hair still jiggling like other parts of her as she sets her eyes upon you. You are now convinced that angels don’t need to wear white robes. Trashy clothes work just fine.
“Hey there.” Julie says, sauntering over to you like she’s on a catwalk, the slow pace making you more and more eager with each passing step. She keeps you grinning and she hasn’t even done anything yet. Of course, that quickly changes as she puts herself between her legs and lies down, throwing her hair back like she was on the hood of a car. You speak not a word, watching as she sets her sight on where a lot of your blood has gone to. “Thought you said you were shrinking.” She smirked, and your level of glee reached new levels before she even opened wide and lowered her head.
That’s when you woke up…yeah. “Damn.” You mutter, just when it was getting good. The only upside you can think of is that you didn’t wake up stuck to your bed. However, before pulling back the covers, you notice that the bulge your feet make seem even closer to you now. A sudden rush of fear hits you as you toss off the blankets and see for yourself that you are just four feet tall now. All you do is just groan into your hands.
You don’t say anything on the drive there, which works out just fine because your mom apparently chose today to yell at every poor driver that came near her. While she overuses her middle finger, you just slump your head under your chin as you look out the window, looking bored on the outside, but on the inside, you feel like a wreck, but again, not for the reason why you are supposed to be in therapy…well, kind of.
“What the hell am I gonna do?” you mumble as you walk out of the car, not even hearing your mom shout goodbye. Everything seemed so much better before today; you were gaining an even better grip on your condition and it was all thanks to this awesome new friend you had made, who happened to have the most revealing wardrobe you’ve ever seen and didn’t care about being ogled. In that however, lied your new problem.
“Could I…NO! Oh god, what the hell am I thinking? She’d never go for it, not in a million years. Ugh, great, suddenly now I actually need therapy and I can’t even say what’s wrong. Oh man, what if she talks it out of me?” you worry some more. With your days much more numbered than everyone else, amongst the many things you had put out of your head, one of them was the concept of dating, and that was before Julie reaffirmed the truth that any girls your age were stuck up bitches. Now however, it seemed your first head had FINALLY caught up with what your second one knew all along; your doctor was seriously hot.
You wanted to smack yourself just for thinking that. Now, your desire to actually be with a woman were back and stronger than ever, putting you in a perpetual fight to keep it so your pants didn’t look as revealing as Julie’s, but it was just so hard…that’s what she said.
Julie was absolutely nothing like those other girls; she was cool, smart, funny, and that attitude of hers really seemed to push your good buttons over and over again, only now you were feeling much more than friendship as they were pressed. “Does someone up there hate me?” you wonder “I don’t even get the chance to get past second base before I become a freak, and now the best woman I have ever met, I can’t touch!”
After cursing the heavens, you paused at the door, afraid to even touch the knob. Aside from the sheer volume of hormones you were fighting against, you now felt ashamed to even look at Julie. Still, you knew you couldn’t stand outside this door forever, and so you took a deep breath, put on the most confident face you knew and swung the door open…which sent you swinging right into Julie’s boobs!
To be fair, the good doctor hadn’t intended for this to happen. Actually, she thought it’d be funnier if you walked in on her doing some yoga stretches, tricking you into thinking she actually did that, so she could show off her butt again. However, when she went over to the door to see if you were here yet, that’s when you went slamming right into her, and for once, having such cushiony air bags was not a good thing.
Your face was smacked right into her large cleavage, the two of you now frozen, until slowly but surely, you both pulled away from each other. You cursed yourself for having eyes as your movement caused the boobs to bounce all around, and the worst part was that today’s top looked even shorter than the last two! However, Julie quickly crossed an arm across her jugs to stop them.
“You know if you keep this up, you’ll get charged extra.” She gave you a look, but it soon vanished, leaving you very gratified that you were joking. She turned around and told you to come on in, while you stiffly took your steps, ready to pull off your own skin so that you would feel something other than horny right now. Seriously, how were you going to hide this from Julie?
“Hey there.” Julie says, sauntering over to you like she’s on a catwalk, the slow pace making you more and more eager with each passing step. She keeps you grinning and she hasn’t even done anything yet. Of course, that quickly changes as she puts herself between her legs and lies down, throwing her hair back like she was on the hood of a car. You speak not a word, watching as she sets her sight on where a lot of your blood has gone to. “Thought you said you were shrinking.” She smirked, and your level of glee reached new levels before she even opened wide and lowered her head.
That’s when you woke up…yeah. “Damn.” You mutter, just when it was getting good. The only upside you can think of is that you didn’t wake up stuck to your bed. However, before pulling back the covers, you notice that the bulge your feet make seem even closer to you now. A sudden rush of fear hits you as you toss off the blankets and see for yourself that you are just four feet tall now. All you do is just groan into your hands.
You don’t say anything on the drive there, which works out just fine because your mom apparently chose today to yell at every poor driver that came near her. While she overuses her middle finger, you just slump your head under your chin as you look out the window, looking bored on the outside, but on the inside, you feel like a wreck, but again, not for the reason why you are supposed to be in therapy…well, kind of.
“What the hell am I gonna do?” you mumble as you walk out of the car, not even hearing your mom shout goodbye. Everything seemed so much better before today; you were gaining an even better grip on your condition and it was all thanks to this awesome new friend you had made, who happened to have the most revealing wardrobe you’ve ever seen and didn’t care about being ogled. In that however, lied your new problem.
“Could I…NO! Oh god, what the hell am I thinking? She’d never go for it, not in a million years. Ugh, great, suddenly now I actually need therapy and I can’t even say what’s wrong. Oh man, what if she talks it out of me?” you worry some more. With your days much more numbered than everyone else, amongst the many things you had put out of your head, one of them was the concept of dating, and that was before Julie reaffirmed the truth that any girls your age were stuck up bitches. Now however, it seemed your first head had FINALLY caught up with what your second one knew all along; your doctor was seriously hot.
You wanted to smack yourself just for thinking that. Now, your desire to actually be with a woman were back and stronger than ever, putting you in a perpetual fight to keep it so your pants didn’t look as revealing as Julie’s, but it was just so hard…that’s what she said.
Julie was absolutely nothing like those other girls; she was cool, smart, funny, and that attitude of hers really seemed to push your good buttons over and over again, only now you were feeling much more than friendship as they were pressed. “Does someone up there hate me?” you wonder “I don’t even get the chance to get past second base before I become a freak, and now the best woman I have ever met, I can’t touch!”
After cursing the heavens, you paused at the door, afraid to even touch the knob. Aside from the sheer volume of hormones you were fighting against, you now felt ashamed to even look at Julie. Still, you knew you couldn’t stand outside this door forever, and so you took a deep breath, put on the most confident face you knew and swung the door open…which sent you swinging right into Julie’s boobs!
To be fair, the good doctor hadn’t intended for this to happen. Actually, she thought it’d be funnier if you walked in on her doing some yoga stretches, tricking you into thinking she actually did that, so she could show off her butt again. However, when she went over to the door to see if you were here yet, that’s when you went slamming right into her, and for once, having such cushiony air bags was not a good thing.
Your face was smacked right into her large cleavage, the two of you now frozen, until slowly but surely, you both pulled away from each other. You cursed yourself for having eyes as your movement caused the boobs to bounce all around, and the worst part was that today’s top looked even shorter than the last two! However, Julie quickly crossed an arm across her jugs to stop them.
“You know if you keep this up, you’ll get charged extra.” She gave you a look, but it soon vanished, leaving you very gratified that you were joking. She turned around and told you to come on in, while you stiffly took your steps, ready to pull off your own skin so that you would feel something other than horny right now. Seriously, how were you going to hide this from Julie?
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