Ha! I counter your gay & attack with brainwashing!
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
primus359
It’s the age old question that every strait man asks himself at some point: would you rather lose your mind from the same disease that’s kept you only 3 inches tall your entire life; or, accept the love that dare not speak its name.
“Fuck it,” you say with a shrug as you stare up at Dr. Gigante, “just kill me now.” There’s no anger or spite in your tone; no recriminations or accusations. Just an acceptance that this is the way it’s meant to be. “Just make it quick, huh?”
For just a second Albert stares at you before he gives a shrug and turns away to pick up something that looks like a spray bottle. You close your eyes and stand as straight as you can, prepared to accept your death like the miniature man that you are. It’s with a slight amount of irritation that you push aside the thought that you’d have liked Albert to argue with you juuuust a little bit. I’m mean, he did just pour his heart out to you hadn’t he? This thought is forgotten as you are hit with a cool liquid right in the face.
And this is how it ends for you; death, it seems, sounds just like someone using a Windex bottle. After several squirts you are absolutely drenched in the fluid. You do your best to remain standing; facing your liquid firing squad. Nothing happens. You allow several seconds to pass. Still, nothing happens. Worse, you realize what the fluid smells like: your wife’s new perfume.
Finally you crack your eyes open. You howl in pain as your realize you should have wiped the liquid from your eyes first. “What the fucking hell do you think you’re doing?!” you scream up at Albert who’s simply staring down at you with a smug expression. “I said I wanted to die; not smell like I’ve spent the day in some French whore’s cooch!”
Chucking at your tiny temper tantrum, Albert leans a little closer, “are you sure that’s what you want?”
“Of course it is!” you practically howl. Is this really what it’s come too?! You’re going to have to beg him to kill you? How the fuck did that happen? “Did you really think that I was going to… to… to do… whatever it was I didn’t want to do?!” You’re so pissed off at the hulking behemoth; but suddenly your thoughts seem to have gotten so fuzzy. Fuzzy enough, in fact, that you can’t seem to remember what you were angry about, which only makes you even angrier! “Now quit being such a fucking nimrod and do… uh… whatever it is I wanted you too!”
“You admitted that you had feelings for me and that you wanted to start a homosexual relationship with me,” Albert says with a knowing grin. It’s a statement told in a tone of supreme confidence.
“I,” you scream up him; your voice gradually trailing off as that thought tries to push past your fuzzy head, “did?” Somehow that sounds so familiar but you can’t really ever see yourself doing that. It’s fine for other people. What goes on in their bedroom is none of your concern; but at the same time, you know that your door doesn’t swing that way. “I don’t really remember…” you begin before Albert interrupts.
“I was surprised myself,” he says comfortingly, “but you seemed pretty sincere. And as I was saying I appreciate the thought but I’m really more interested in the opposite sex, if you know what I mean.”
You feel your stomach drop slightly as he lets this sink in. Wow. You feel so foolish now. Soaking wet in perfume and shot down by the only man you’ve ever truly loved. No wait… that’s not right it is?! “Are,” you ask skeptically as you struggle to focus your slippery thoughts, “are you sure that’s what happened?”
Still looking down at you, you watch Albert’s smirk finally drop, replaced with something closer to irritation. “Hmm…” he says as the starts making notes on a pad, “seems he’s started to grow resistant to the serum.” Setting the pad down he turns back towards you with an eye dropper which you watch him fill from the same bottle he’d sprayed you with.
“Open your mouth,” he commands as he jabs the business end of the dropper towards your face.
“Why? What’s in there—uuhuhhhhua…” Ignoring your question you find the surprisingly thick glass tube forced deep into your mouth before it unloads its foul liquid into your throat. Yup, pretty sure you know what team you prefer to play on. Coughing and sputtering you finally manage to tear the end of the eyedropper from your mouth. “What :::::cough:::: the hell was in that thing?!” you shout up at Albert as your surprise turns back into anger. And this was the man you thought you loved?! Well, if he thinks he can treat you like this and still expect you to just accept it then he’s… uh… really tall. Yeah! So there! And why the hell are your thoughts so damned fuzzy again?!
Setting the dropper aside, Albert turns back towards you and leans down to stare you right in the eye. “You,” he says in a commanding tone, “are gay.” And of course you are! How insightful of him to notice. Why, you’d never even realized that about yourself but it seems so clear when he tells you. “And you want to leave your wife and children,” Albert continues. Right again! Wow, he’s good! Truth is you’ve probably been thinking about it for some time and hadn’t even told yourself. “And you want me to take good care of your wife when you do,” he says seriously though there’s a certain stress on the ‘good’ part. And sure enough you know exactly what he’s talking about. You have no doubt that this incredibly handsome man above you will take real ‘good’ care of your wife. Huh? Right? Wink wink! You with me?
Albert continues to stare at you for a few moments before he finally smiles and nods in satisfaction. You on the other hand, stare vacantly off into space with a rather happy, vacant smile on your face. Somewhere in the back of your numb mind a teeny, tiny, itsy, bitsy thought finally bubbles to the surface. For just a second you roll the thought around as you consider the best way to verbalize it before you finally open your mouth.
“NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!”
Like an avalanche, your mind clears and a thousand different thoughts hit you at once. You remember the ride here with your wife; you’d argued until she’d put on some of that damned perfume and begun lying about you dying and it being YOUR idea that she have an affair with the freak above you. And you’d agreed! You remember her suggesting that you update your life insurance; you’d refused until she’d put on that fucking perfume and then: presto! You’d suddenly wanted to do whatever she says! Oh, god! You remember being present for your wife’s and Albert’s first night together! How you’d fought and struggled as they’d put you to such perverted uses; laughing the whole time! But a few squirts from her special bottle and you’d pushed all those thoughts aside.
“You fucking bastard,” you snarled up at a clearly surprised Albert, “I’ll kill you!” With your gauntlet cast you hurl yourself off the counter towards the giant freakish… freak! This, it turns out was not an especially bright idea; at his size he takes barely half a step back, more in surprise than for defense, and places himself far beyond your pathetic leap. Instead you literally jump directly into his open hand which closes around you.
You try to brace yourself for what’s coming; all he has to do is make a fist and you become a new flavor of jelly. But it doesn’t come. What does, actually seems worse and makes your blood runs cold. You hear the sound of a zipper being pulled down. “Uh oh,” you think pathetically just before your hand prison opens again.
“I tried to be humane about this,” Albert says with a tone of disappointment, “your wife wanted to do away with you a bit more creatively but me? I’m a doctor, I said. I don’t want to kill, I said. I can make him WANT to leave, I said.” He sighs heavily as he begins to lower you down his immense body. “It seems that I’ve failed so far. But if I can’t force you to be gay, I’ll train you to be.”
Two massive fingers lift you from his palm as his other hand reaches down to his pull open the elastic of his giant briefs from his body. No, this isn’t happening. Please, please, God say that this isn’t happening. Why couldn’t you have just been dying of some degenerative brain disease?!
“Oh look,” Albert actually coos down at you just before he releases you, “it’s hungry.” And down you plunge! Looking back… this has been a pretty shitty day.
“Fuck it,” you say with a shrug as you stare up at Dr. Gigante, “just kill me now.” There’s no anger or spite in your tone; no recriminations or accusations. Just an acceptance that this is the way it’s meant to be. “Just make it quick, huh?”
For just a second Albert stares at you before he gives a shrug and turns away to pick up something that looks like a spray bottle. You close your eyes and stand as straight as you can, prepared to accept your death like the miniature man that you are. It’s with a slight amount of irritation that you push aside the thought that you’d have liked Albert to argue with you juuuust a little bit. I’m mean, he did just pour his heart out to you hadn’t he? This thought is forgotten as you are hit with a cool liquid right in the face.
And this is how it ends for you; death, it seems, sounds just like someone using a Windex bottle. After several squirts you are absolutely drenched in the fluid. You do your best to remain standing; facing your liquid firing squad. Nothing happens. You allow several seconds to pass. Still, nothing happens. Worse, you realize what the fluid smells like: your wife’s new perfume.
Finally you crack your eyes open. You howl in pain as your realize you should have wiped the liquid from your eyes first. “What the fucking hell do you think you’re doing?!” you scream up at Albert who’s simply staring down at you with a smug expression. “I said I wanted to die; not smell like I’ve spent the day in some French whore’s cooch!”
Chucking at your tiny temper tantrum, Albert leans a little closer, “are you sure that’s what you want?”
“Of course it is!” you practically howl. Is this really what it’s come too?! You’re going to have to beg him to kill you? How the fuck did that happen? “Did you really think that I was going to… to… to do… whatever it was I didn’t want to do?!” You’re so pissed off at the hulking behemoth; but suddenly your thoughts seem to have gotten so fuzzy. Fuzzy enough, in fact, that you can’t seem to remember what you were angry about, which only makes you even angrier! “Now quit being such a fucking nimrod and do… uh… whatever it is I wanted you too!”
“You admitted that you had feelings for me and that you wanted to start a homosexual relationship with me,” Albert says with a knowing grin. It’s a statement told in a tone of supreme confidence.
“I,” you scream up him; your voice gradually trailing off as that thought tries to push past your fuzzy head, “did?” Somehow that sounds so familiar but you can’t really ever see yourself doing that. It’s fine for other people. What goes on in their bedroom is none of your concern; but at the same time, you know that your door doesn’t swing that way. “I don’t really remember…” you begin before Albert interrupts.
“I was surprised myself,” he says comfortingly, “but you seemed pretty sincere. And as I was saying I appreciate the thought but I’m really more interested in the opposite sex, if you know what I mean.”
You feel your stomach drop slightly as he lets this sink in. Wow. You feel so foolish now. Soaking wet in perfume and shot down by the only man you’ve ever truly loved. No wait… that’s not right it is?! “Are,” you ask skeptically as you struggle to focus your slippery thoughts, “are you sure that’s what happened?”
Still looking down at you, you watch Albert’s smirk finally drop, replaced with something closer to irritation. “Hmm…” he says as the starts making notes on a pad, “seems he’s started to grow resistant to the serum.” Setting the pad down he turns back towards you with an eye dropper which you watch him fill from the same bottle he’d sprayed you with.
“Open your mouth,” he commands as he jabs the business end of the dropper towards your face.
“Why? What’s in there—uuhuhhhhua…” Ignoring your question you find the surprisingly thick glass tube forced deep into your mouth before it unloads its foul liquid into your throat. Yup, pretty sure you know what team you prefer to play on. Coughing and sputtering you finally manage to tear the end of the eyedropper from your mouth. “What :::::cough:::: the hell was in that thing?!” you shout up at Albert as your surprise turns back into anger. And this was the man you thought you loved?! Well, if he thinks he can treat you like this and still expect you to just accept it then he’s… uh… really tall. Yeah! So there! And why the hell are your thoughts so damned fuzzy again?!
Setting the dropper aside, Albert turns back towards you and leans down to stare you right in the eye. “You,” he says in a commanding tone, “are gay.” And of course you are! How insightful of him to notice. Why, you’d never even realized that about yourself but it seems so clear when he tells you. “And you want to leave your wife and children,” Albert continues. Right again! Wow, he’s good! Truth is you’ve probably been thinking about it for some time and hadn’t even told yourself. “And you want me to take good care of your wife when you do,” he says seriously though there’s a certain stress on the ‘good’ part. And sure enough you know exactly what he’s talking about. You have no doubt that this incredibly handsome man above you will take real ‘good’ care of your wife. Huh? Right? Wink wink! You with me?
Albert continues to stare at you for a few moments before he finally smiles and nods in satisfaction. You on the other hand, stare vacantly off into space with a rather happy, vacant smile on your face. Somewhere in the back of your numb mind a teeny, tiny, itsy, bitsy thought finally bubbles to the surface. For just a second you roll the thought around as you consider the best way to verbalize it before you finally open your mouth.
“NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!”
Like an avalanche, your mind clears and a thousand different thoughts hit you at once. You remember the ride here with your wife; you’d argued until she’d put on some of that damned perfume and begun lying about you dying and it being YOUR idea that she have an affair with the freak above you. And you’d agreed! You remember her suggesting that you update your life insurance; you’d refused until she’d put on that fucking perfume and then: presto! You’d suddenly wanted to do whatever she says! Oh, god! You remember being present for your wife’s and Albert’s first night together! How you’d fought and struggled as they’d put you to such perverted uses; laughing the whole time! But a few squirts from her special bottle and you’d pushed all those thoughts aside.
“You fucking bastard,” you snarled up at a clearly surprised Albert, “I’ll kill you!” With your gauntlet cast you hurl yourself off the counter towards the giant freakish… freak! This, it turns out was not an especially bright idea; at his size he takes barely half a step back, more in surprise than for defense, and places himself far beyond your pathetic leap. Instead you literally jump directly into his open hand which closes around you.
You try to brace yourself for what’s coming; all he has to do is make a fist and you become a new flavor of jelly. But it doesn’t come. What does, actually seems worse and makes your blood runs cold. You hear the sound of a zipper being pulled down. “Uh oh,” you think pathetically just before your hand prison opens again.
“I tried to be humane about this,” Albert says with a tone of disappointment, “your wife wanted to do away with you a bit more creatively but me? I’m a doctor, I said. I don’t want to kill, I said. I can make him WANT to leave, I said.” He sighs heavily as he begins to lower you down his immense body. “It seems that I’ve failed so far. But if I can’t force you to be gay, I’ll train you to be.”
Two massive fingers lift you from his palm as his other hand reaches down to his pull open the elastic of his giant briefs from his body. No, this isn’t happening. Please, please, God say that this isn’t happening. Why couldn’t you have just been dying of some degenerative brain disease?!
“Oh look,” Albert actually coos down at you just before he releases you, “it’s hungry.” And down you plunge! Looking back… this has been a pretty shitty day.
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