My Little Pet 7 (Chapter 1) (Patreon)

            “Uh, what the hell?” Lauren balked as she stared up at the house the size of a mythical fortress. She pushed aside blades of grass taller than her whole body and tiptoed through the dirt, disgusted at having to touch so much of the filthy ground. The young lanky blonde was used to more luxurious surroundings, but somehow she’d awoken in a garden she didn’t recognize. Sure enough, the sight above wasn’t a mirage. That was one absolutely gargantuan home.

            “Hey, somebody? Anybody? I need some help here!” Lauren yelled, trying to keep herself from panic-crying. Even as she became anxious, though, the girl couldn’t help but fume also. Someone was responsible for this situation, and as soon as she found out who, she intended to make them pay, or at least ensure her rich and powerful parents made an example of them. Nobody pranked Lauren and got away with it.

            But no one answered. No one came running to aid her, which was a novel scenario for the golden-haired eighteen-year-old, more accustomed to getting what she wanted whenever she wanted. This whole being-ignored thing in an unrecognized, giant-sized environment was pure hell for her. Or so she thought.

            Lauren was startled by the sound of thumping somewhere behind, past the garden stalks. Someone was moving down the path toward the house.

            A young woman. A very big young woman, beautiful with deep brown eyes and full lips, towering like a city high-rise, but proportionally supple as well, and buxomly sporting eye-catching cleavage and juicy buns that bounced as she sprinted up the street. Coming into full view at last, the stranger was revealed to Lauren. She was dressed, fittingly, in a workout outfit, with thigh-bearing short-shorts and a sleeveless top that left her midriff out. The mysterious giantess, who looked a few years older than Lauren, would’ve been much shorter than her also if they were the same scale. But they weren’t, and the newly few-inch-tall girl couldn’t help but scream as the colossal creature came closer and closer, her thunderous running sneakers trampling down the grass.

            “Whew!” Sarah breathed, wiping her sweaty brow and tying her hair back into a messy ponytail. “What a run! I seriously need to relax now, and…”

            The giant’s eye caught on Lauren below, flailing and bellowing. Sarah only smirked and crouched down, familiar now with the occasional surprise-gift of a tiny pet-person dwelling in her front yard. She admired the little being, already overwhelmed at the sheer cuteness of her noises and appearance. This tiny girl was different than the others: a little younger, a little hotter. The kind of person that would’ve made the absolute perfect Barbie for Sarah back when she played with dolls. In a way, she still did. Now, it seemed, she could more than make up for that.

            “OhmyGod!” Sarah squealed. “You’re the most precious one I’ve ever, ever seen! Like, seriously, you’re sooooo pretty! I can’t believe I got so lucky again. Wow, little one… do you know how adorable you are? Let’s get a better look at you, okay?”

            “Wait, what are you doing? HELP! Get your stupid hands off me. HELP!” Lauren pointlessly shrieked, as Sarah’s palm cupped at her back. Gigantic log-like fingers wrapped around and bound Lauren into a fist. She writhed and fought like she never had in her life, kicking Sarah’s beefy pinky finger and even trying to bite her. Worse, the skin of the giant’s hand was warm and sunbaked, scented of salty perspiration from her exercise. Lauren couldn’t help but gag at the smell, but she also didn’t give up, wrestling fruitlessly as she was lifted up to the level of the young amazon’s eyes.

            “You are so effing gorgeous!” Sarah gawked, shaking her head. She opened her palm, at which point Lauren scrambled for the edge and dumbly tried to throw herself over the edge. However, the giantess was too quick and cinched her fingers back around her fellow blonde. “Hey, where do you think you’re going? I’m just trying to tell you how nice you look and how much I like your cute little body. It’s just so… perfect! Oh, you’ll make a nice one to have around. I can’t wait to have some fun with you, little girl. Don’t worry, we’ll find a name for you, too.”

            “What the hell are you talking about, you big bitch? Let me go, or my mom and dad will sue you until you don’t have anything left,” Lauren croaked. “How will you feel after they take your house away just cuz you were mistreating me? Do you even know who I am?”

            “Aww, you do the goo-goo ga-ga talk too. You sound a little more like a baby than some of my other pets I’ve had, but maybe just cuz you’re so sweet and tiny and you look like somebody that could’ve been my best friend a couple years ago, if you weren’t my pet instead,” Sarah explained. “That’s okay. I wanna hear it all. Say some more funny noises!”

            “SCREW YOU!” Lauren howled, punching again as Sarah’s thumb pinched over her shrunken torso. “Don’t you dare talk to me like that again, or you’ll really be sorry!”

            “I have an idea! We’re gonna get you nice and acquainted with your new mommy, little one. Especially since I just got it all fresh for you while I was running. Let’s go!” Sarah chimed, all in a cloying high-pitched voice. She re-wrapped her fist around Lauren and bumpily ran around the house until she arrived at the porch. Taking a seat on the stoop, Sarah began unlacing her left tennis shoe with her free hand, while the other held Lauren aloft to watch.

            “What do you think you’re doing, you weirdo? Why are you taking off your shoes when I need help? I swear to God, you’re gonna be in so much trouble when this is over! You have no idea!” Lauren barked, though she was getting slightly nervous over the fact that her threats hadn’t worked yet. Everyone from waiters to teachers and even her school friends generally bowed to her wishes whenever Lauren started talking like this. But her humongous captor was totally unfazed. If anything, the continued threats were only making the oddball giant talk in increasingly cheery, grating baby-tones that hurt Lauren’s ears and made her want to scream.

            “Almost ready!” Sarah announced sweetly. She pried her shoe off her damp bare foot and let it thunk in the grass below, then lifted the pink-colored sneaker up to show Lauren. “Oooh, stinky, I can smell it from here, which means a little thing like you is gonna really love it. Listen close, tiny one. This is Mommy’s shoe! Say hello!”

            “What the hell is wrong with you!” Lauren crowed. “Get your freaking nasty-ass shoe away from me! Oh my God, what kind of freak are you?”

            The shrunken girl gasped, throwing her hand over her face to protect from the foul odor permeating the air, but it didn’t really help. Even though the opening of the shoe wasn’t pointed directly at her, the stench still wafted from the cotton mouth like a toxic chimney. Lauren could detect every ounce of grit and slimy sweat that had been soaked into the very fibers of the shoe after Sarah’s jog, to say nothing of the same flavors wafting up from the girl’s enormous foot below. She dearly wished to be anywhere else but here.

            “Sounds like you kinda like it, huh?” Sarah said with a grin, misinterpreting as usual. “You want a closer sniff, maybe?”