Chapter #6Follow Up Questions for a Full-Time Toy by: Steamgear   Ken shivered at the thought of being made into Abby and Brittany’s toy, not that hadn’t already seemed to happen. Since he first entrusted Abby with the shrink ray the malicious little girl had lied to him, turned him into a playground seat cushion for her best friend, and done it all with a devilish smile. Brittany wasn’t much better either, she had been the one tormenting him most of the time, and between her stinky feet and her weighty butt, Ken was afraid of where he might end up next with this girl, such as the pit of her stomach.
“But….you can’t!” Ken shouted, not at all happy with the outcome of this ‘interview’, maybe he could get through to Brittany, she seemed like the more reasonable of the two.
“Oh course, we can!” Abby proclaimed, happily, “And I know you’re excited about your new position, but me and my associate still have some follow-up questions for you, Mr. Kenny,” Abby continued bringing back up her faux-business voice.
“Yes, these questions will help us better learn how to use your talent,” Brittany chimed in with a smile.
“First question,” Abby said, her tone still business-like, even if she was holding back giggles and a mischievous grin at the thought of the question, “On a scale of 1 to 10, how good did Brittany’s feet smell.”
The two girls broke out into a fit of laughter at the question as Ken stood there wondering how in the world he was going to answer this question. He knew they smelled horrendous, but he wasn’t really sure if Brittany would be happy to hear that. Then again, if he told her they smelled wonderful, the girls would know he was lying, they might even decide to “let” him spend more time around them as punishment. The clock was ticking though, knowing Abby, she’d probably suggest they refresh him memory by having Brittany step on him again. In the end he decided on a neutral answer.
“Five,” Ken replied, trying his best to sound confident and sure.
Abby, pretended to scribble something on a piece of paper using a crayon. In reality, she was just scribbling a childish drawing showing a stick figure of Ken being stepped on by a foot with stink lines waving out of it. She leaned over and showed the drawing to her friend, who giggled while wiggling her toes, subconsciously. Ken, who wasn’t in on the joke, just stood by, awaiting whatever new and embarrassing questions the two little girls would spring on him.
“Oh-oh! Next question!” Brittany said, excitedly as she shifted back and forth.
“Go ahead, Miss Brittany,” Abby said, her business-like voice not faltering, despite a smile creeping across her face.
“Whose bottom did you like better? Mine or Abby’s?” Brittany said, before another fit of giggles overtook her.
Ken gulped, there didn’t seem to be any right answer for this question. He also didn’t like to be reminded that he had been flattened by both girl’s fat asses in the last hour. Pushing that thought aside, he weighed his options. Brittany had gotten really made when he insulted her feet earlier, just by not wanting to smell them. If she was as quick to anger on this, she must just crush him to death under that butt that he insulted if he didn’t choose her. Abby on the other hand, ever the manipulative type, didn’t seem like she would get angry. Of course, she might use Ken’s choice to her advantage, the last thing Ken wanted was for her to make him a permanent butt accessory for her friend. Both answers had their flaws, of course having spent far more time, and more time than he’d like, under Brittany’s butt, he did have an excuse if that was the ‘wrong’ answer.
“B-Brittany’s,” Ken answered, his confidence starting to waver as the questions continued.
Abby again scribbled something on her paper with crayon, switching between colors as she did so. When she was, done she leaned over and showed the drawing to her best friend, who responded with laughter. What Ken didn’t know was that the childish drawing, depicted a stick figure in-between two butts labeled “Me” and “Brittany” in a jagged scrawl. The tiny boy probably would have been horrified if he saw the drawing. Instead he just breathed deeply and kept his cool as the “interview” continued.
“Last question, Mr. Kenny,” Abby explained, with a smirk, apparently having been looking forward to this question, “Would you taste better in a peanut butter sandwich or a chocolate bar?”
A chill ran up his spine as Ken thought of Abby devouring him in either of those foods, or more likely preparing him to be devoured by someone else. His thoughts from earlier about ending up in Brittany’s stomach seemed more and more a likely reality. This time around the tiny boy didn’t think about the consequences of his answer, he just shouted out the first thing that came to mind.
“Neither!” He called up to Abby as she sat there, continuing to smile maliciously.
The titanic Asian she-demon didn’t give a reply. She merely scribbled more onto her paper with that damned crayon of hers. Ken wouldn’t be surprised if she was merely writing “snack time” out in huge letters. The reality of it wasn’t far off as Abby scrawled out a huge stick figure with an open mouth and pigtails holding a bowl containing a smaller stick figure.
“That concludes the interview,” Abby said as she placed her drawings and crayons back on a shelf, coming to stand at full height over Ken, “We’ll contact you tomorrow about your job as our toy. In the meantime you should get home to your wife.”
As if on cue, Brittany’s grubby little hands snatched Ken up and dropped him down into the car, speeding him back home through the sky by way of the hideous pink car’s imaginary rocket boosters. A few seconds later, Brittany plucked Ken out, dropping him down inside the house. She then picked up his Barbie wife and began moving her around the kitchen.
“You’re home late,” Brittany made the plastic woman say as she danced around, stiff bodied.
Ken just stood there, he had already been through hell, he wasn’t about to play along with Brittany’s childish games.
“Work went late,” Brittany had the Barbie say, unphased by Ken’s refusal to participate, "It's time for bed now."
Before Ken knew what was happening, Brittany’s fingers again clamped around his waist, lifting him up to the second floor of the dollhouse where the bedroom waited. Ken was deposited on his back on a hot pink bed. The bed itself was more than twice his height, instead sized for a Barbie doll. As Ken moved to sit up, the hard plastic feeling unsurprisingly uncomfortable, Brittany set his doll wife face down on top of him. The heavy weight pushing him down again as he was forced to stare into the Barbie’s lifeless face. With some effort he began to push the rigid body off of himself, only for Brittany to push it down onto him again with her finger.
“Ow,” Ken said, angrily, blowing some of the doll’s blonde hair out of his face.
With his vision, clear, Ken saw Brittany holding down the doll with one hand, while reaching into her back pocket. Her hand returned, holding two elastic hair ties, which the young girl often use to put her hair in pigtails or a ponytail. An evil smile ran across her face as she looped one of the elastics under the dollhouse bed, twisted it, then looped it back under. The result was a tight X-shaped binding forcing the doll down onto Ken, essentially removing his ability to move his upperbody. With a childish giggle, Brittany repeated the process, using the other elastic to silence Ken’s flailing legs. When she was finished, Ken was completely immobile. An already weight hunk of plastic molded into a leggy above him, a solid plastic bed below him, and two hair ties forcing them together with the poor tiny boy caught in the middle. Ken made a noise of frustration as the Barbie’s rigid boobs pressed down into his chest, making breathing a difficult process. Meanwhile, Abby and Brittany watched on, exchanging smiles and laughter over their new toy’s humiliating position.
“We’ll be right back, Kenny, we need to go set up your first game as our toy for life,” Abby explain.
“Bye, little man,” Brittany chimed in.
Through a gap in Barbie’s hair, Ken saw the girls waving good-bye as they closed up the dollhouse, sealing Ken in a dark prison of artificial pinks and whites. The tiny boy spent the next few minutes trying to kick and push, first at the Barbie, then at the elastic bands in hopes that what seemed like industrial strength bindings would come loose pretty easily. He soon discovered he was quite wrong and gave up, heaving labored breaths in. He laid his head back against the bed’s molded pillow and shut his eyes, trying to pretend he wasn’t trapped in a dollhouse by two psychopathic children. He did this for an hour before light flooded in again.
“Mr. Kenny, we’ve prepared your first job,” Abby said in a sing-songy business-like voice, immediately breaking him out of his fantasy.
The girls effortlessly removed his bindings, tossing aside the Barbie doll in favor of their new toy. Ken was clutched tightly in Abby’s hand as she walked back into the room. She and Brittany sat on the bed and with a giggle they began to explain their sadistic game to the tiny boy whose only hope of survival was in playing it.
Choice 1: The girls have lined up four pieces of bread and, due to Ken’s earlier answer, the bread is covered, alternating, between slices, with peanut butter and chocolate sauce. Ken will have to race a wind-up car across the bread or risk being sandwiched and eaten.
Choice 2: The girls have set up a circle, containing six pairs of shoes from Abby's closet. Ken must hide in a shoe which Abby and Brittany then try and find by putting them on.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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