You couldn't help but instantly feel a tidal wave of regret after pushing the button. There was possibly no worse decision you could have made on the planet, and yet here you were. The brief moment of nothing happening after you'd clicked the confirmation button left the hope that the connection had failed or something of the like, but as a strange sensation filled your head you could tell that wasn't the case. Your heart felt irregular for a moment as your vision darkened, knowing that you would soon awaken in what was to become a hell of your own creation. As everything went black, you had no clue what would come next.
As you came to your sensations, it was exactly what the app had promised. You were no longer a somewhat average, proud man, you were standing at three inches tall, inside what appeared to be a jar, in a complete stranger's messy bedroom. You tried to catch your breath as you adjusted to this whole new world, looking around the empty room in attempt to get the best possible observation of your surroundings. It was clearly the room of a young woman, with led light strings hanging from every wall, distinct pink bedding, with booty shorts, bras and tank tops littered around the floor as far as the eye could see.
For the time being you were by your lonesome, but that almost made things worse. As you sat in the container, you could see that there were at least holes popped in the roof, something you were relieved to see she had the foresight to do. The stress of waiting for her grew more by the minute, and you couldn't bare to see what sort of a reaction she'd have upon returning.
Time kept passing by, the occasional slammed door and light chatter between women outside the bedroom signaling you were in her sorority house. Still, no sightings of your new owner Trish yet. An inner conflict brewed inside of you, debating whether or not it was easier to get it over with already, or relish in the time you had left with your dignity. And unfortunately for you, this made the next solemn three hours even worse.
You'd first teleported in the afternoon, and it seemed as though the sun had been down for hours at this point. Still there wasn't a word from Trish. You were at the point of driving yourself insane by now, until you heard the distinct sound of a door handle being shimmied around. This was it. You were about to meet her. See how bad this was really gonna be. As the door swung open, in walked the woman that you'd found yourself so fatally attracted to just a few hours ago.
Trish was wearing a pair of jean shorts which left little up to the imagination, alongside a rather tight fitting crop top with the greek lettering to symbolize her beloved Delta Theta Gamma. She stumbled around for a moment, before slipping off the sandals she had on her feet. Setting her purse on the nightstand, she took a moment to rest on the bed, checking her phone. As she did so, you couldn't help but feel terrified. Here she was. The woman who'd been working you up this whole time. Until you shrank, she would have been nothing but a spoiled hot girl, but now she was the most terrifying thing imaginable. And she owned you.
All of a sudden, her eyes widened and she looked up from her screen. Her attention turned to the desk where your jar stood, and you got a clear idea of what she had remembered.
"I totally forgot about you!" She said giddily as she stood up and made her way towards the desk, her jiggling breasts a stark contrast to the fear from such an enormous figure getting closer. "I've been looking forward to meeting you all night!" The desk shook as she fell onto it, catching herself using her elbows. You backed into the corner as her perfectly manicured nails wrapped around the jar, a smile forming with her bright pink lips, causing her face which was heavily coated in makeup to look all the more creepy.
Unexpectedly, you flew across the jar multiple times, slamming into the hard glass and banging your entire body up. As you tried to quickly recover, you could hear the sincere belly laugh coming from your new owner. Trish took a moment to gather herself from the laughter, as you sat up, and she unscrewed the jar.
"Oh relax a little bit, I set it so you're basically invulnerable. My last pet got smashed on day two. Poor little Tito." She said, giggling a bit to herself. Had this monster really just admitted to being responsible for the death of another person? What were you in for if this other guy didn't make it to day two? As she lifted you from the jar, you kicked your legs around, startled by the uncomfortable position you found yourself in. "Hmmm, I named him Tito after the vodka, and I was pretty proud of it. I can't name you Tito Two, it doesn't seem right. Let me think about it for a second." She said as you felt the warm, alcohol stained breath of Trish wash over you. Was she really going to rename you? Was nothing sacred?
"I got it!" She said, slamming the fist you were held in onto the desk. "Your name is Malibu! Like the rum! That's so cute!" She laughed, rubbing her index finger through your hair so hard you thought your scalp was about to come out with it. You turned completely red with embarrassment as she walked towards her bed, crashing on to it as you came to the realization that your new namesake was a cheap rum. This had so many red flags already, and it hadn't even been ten minutes since you met her.
"It's pretty late Malibu so we'll have to play tomorrow but let's go over some ground rules." She said, setting you down on her exposed chest as she lay on her back. She wasn't even looking at you as she spoke, instead looking at the screen of whatever social media was on her phone screen behind you.
"You belong to me now. I don't care what dignity or pride you had before, but you were enough of a bitch to press that button so you don't have an opinion or thoughts of your own anymore, period. Anything we do is private, and I don't want any of my private business going around, even if I loan you out to my friends, that shit stays between us. You're gonna do exactly what I tell you, when I say it, or I'm not afraid to make your life miserable. Just because you're like invulnerable now doesn't mean I can't make your existence even more pathetic than it already is." She said, as though it was to be understood before she even said anything. You couldn't believe how fucking stupid you'd been pressing that button, and even as you sat in a landscape entirely of breasts, you couldn't help but feel miserable.
Without warning she snatched your leg between her fingers and drew you into the sky, looking at the terrible grin she sported on her face as she sat up a little bit, positioning herself in front of the phone's front camera. As she commanded you to remain still for the shot, you didn't dare defy her, watching as she took a selfie holding your tiny body between only two fingers. You were tossed back onto her skin immediately after the clicking noise, belly flopping above her armpit as she paid you no mind. Wiping a bit of her sweat from your own brow, you watched as she captioned an instagram post announcing her new pet, Malibu.
As she grabbed ahold of you once more, she turned her lamp off and plugged in her phone, letting you know you were about to find out the sleeping arrangements. Without a word spoken to you, she shoved you into her   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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