My Big Teddy Bear

2ndSoleSurvivor

Chapter 10: A Deep Cut

Another stressful day at the Snoww household. Gabriella tried to ignore the ceiling above her creak as Teddy had his ‘special alone time’. Gabby always thought the name was a bit of a misnomer, given that she hadn’t seen Teddy take his special alone time with any less than two people in their room. Today’s special guest for ‘alone time’ was Sharron. Or was it Amanda? The days and people were starting to blur together. Every day felt like the same miserable story told over and over like a bedtime story that had long ago lost all appeal.

To make matters worse, this was now the second time she had caught Wilma rooting through her mail. The first time was half a month ago, when she found her peeking at the monthly catalog they got from the SHC showing off their new newest models, since spring was coming around the corner and demand would start picking up. Gabby kept getting the monthly catalog shipped to her house for sentimental reasons, but Teddy had decided for her that it would probably be for the best if they were just stashed away in the office. After all, no need to open old wounds.

The duty usually fell on Wilma to promptly take it to Teddy’s office and file it away, so Gabby couldn’t see it. So when she found Wilma sitting in a pile of mail curiously turning the pages, Teddy got understandably upset. Gabby had stood up for Wilma, but she had been reprimanded anyway. When Gabby looked at the cover, she knew exactly what had drawn her eye. A model that looked almost identical to the model that had put her in this state.

As it turned out, the problems with the initial design had been with assembly and not the fundamental structure itself, so it got reused into a new model. The experimental coolant was gone, the wiring system was changed, but the haunting figure of the machine still sent a shiver down Gabby’s spine.

She had understood the reasons for this mistake. She could let it go. But this latest excursion? It was unacceptable no matter what angle you looked at it.

Wilma decided that Gabby was having too much trouble each day operating the letter opener. So she had volunteered without asking to open up all the mail they received and read it out loud to her. Not only had she opened two junk letters, but also an important document for the ongoing court battle over workplace injury.

In essence, it wasn’t anything excessively personal. It was just a laundry list of the chemicals used to make the coolant and a list of their more dangerous effects, coupled with a few statements made by the company in the wake of the incident. But she had gone to bat for her and she felt like that had been spat in her face.

This was just one in a line of increasingly patronizing behaviors that she had experienced more and more in the last few days. Ever since Teddy had started seeing other people, Wilma had inserted herself into her life in a far more pronounced way. Wilma would usually try to do some activity with Gabby every time a ‘guest’ came over to see Teddy.

Not every activity was as invasive as reading her mail to her. Wilma sometimes took her into the kitchen to cook with her. Sometimes the maid would snatch her up and take her around the house as she cleaned.

Wilma very rarely asked before taking me on one of her excursions. One time, when Wilma’s boyfriend was out of town and Patricia had decided to crash at the mansion, Wilma had decided a sleepover would cheer Gabby up and took Gabby to her house to spend the night. All without asking her or consulting her, but after spending several hours with Patty, Gabby was receptive enough to the idea that she didn’t really care that she hadn’t been given a choice.

They didn’t do much on their sleepover. A few hours in, Wilma’s boyfriend Ignatius called to check if she was okay, and they spent countless hours chatting about their day. It was both a warming and hollowing experience to watch the lovebirds enjoy what time together they could. The way Wilma twirled her hair as she talked about dusting the foyers, or giggling at some joke that Gabby couldn’t hear. Gabby could imagine herself once standing where Wilma currently stood.

Every once in a while, Wilma would remember she had company, and give her guest a pat on the head or give her another scrap of cloth to keep her warm. The couple talked well into the night, so Gabby went to rest in the hammock Wilma had set up for her.

When she was smuggled back into the mansion the next day, Patricia was the only one who had noticed Gabby had even gone missing in the first place. Wilma kept Gabby close even as she did the chores, nestled up in her back pocket. It was a bit of a tight squeeze whenever she had to bend over, but Gabby figured it was leagues better than whatever Patricia had in mind for her.

But thinking back on that now, Wilma hadn’t even asked before abducting her, or forcing her to stay in her pocket. As she opened what little mail was left that Wilma hadn’t gotten into, the letter opener slipped and gashed her foot. Wilma ran over with a bandage and treated the wound. As she was disinfecting the cut, Wilma gave Gabby a kiss on the head.

“Don’t worry, Gabriella. Your big friendly maid Wilma is here to take care of you.”

“Mrs. Snoww. I’m your employer, and you’ll treat me as such.”

Wilma giggled. “Sorry, you’re right Mrs. Snoww.”

After making sure was back on the nightstand, safe and about as tucked in as she could be, Wilma reported the incident to Teddy. Shocked to hear Gabby had hurt myself with the letter opener, he came up with a plan so Gabby wouldn’t cut myself anymore. Now Wilma opens all the mail for her.*

With less and less autonomy in her life, things are looking desperate. But salvation can take many strange forms. What lies around the next corner? Tune in next time to find out!

Mostly laying groundwork for future chapters with this one. It doesn’t seem like much right now, but keep it in the back of your mind for later.

2ndSoleSurvivor

Chapter 11: Birthday Bash

There are any number of things Teddy could have given Gabriella for her birthday. A new dress to replace the one he’d torn by pulling on it while it was caught in the drawer. An air conditioner that didn’t look like the one that caused her disfigurement. Even a simple box of chocolates and flowers. But when Teddy revealed his actual gift that morning, it came as a shock to everybody.

“Good morning, baby doll! I’ve been thinking a lot about what you might want. See, I’ve been thinking about our open relationship and I don’t think it’s working.”

Gabriella’s ears perked up. She hadn’t thought Teddy would ever go back on that arrangement. It was thoroughly one-sided in his favor, and he seemed to be enjoying it. Gabby started to tear up, thinking it almost too good to be true.

“I was trying to have a fun bit of alone time with Sharon last night, but I just couldn’t manage to get it up. Just the thought of you downstairs, lonely and unwanted, really made it hard to get excited.”

Gabby ran over to her husband’s fingers and gave them a big hug. “Oh, Teddy!”

“I don’t think the open relationship we have going right now is going to work. And I want to use your birthday as an opportunity to fix my mistakes. Happy birthday, Gabby!”

Gabby lay on the table, hugging her husband and crying

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Gabby lay on the corkboard, hugging her restraints and crying.

She was once again bound in rubber bands, held to a corkboard as she was penetrated, with three major differences. The first is that the cotton swab was replaced with a long, hard thermometer. The second was that instead of having it in her pussy, the thermometer was navigating deep into her ass.

The third was that Teddy wasn’t the one using it.

Teddy had realized that Gabby was hardly going to be able to find a person who would ever want her at that size. So as a birthday gift, Teddy had generously loaned her one of his sexual partners. It took a lot of thought to find the perfect person to make her squeal in lust. Somebody with a wild edge, with a lot of energy and drive, and probably with low standards.

Teddy stood over his wife in a cheap doctor’s outfit he wore for halloween last year. “What’s her temperature look like, nurse?”

Gabby looked past the hand delicately pinching the end of the thermometer pounding her like a jackhammer, up to the sluttiest nurse outfit she had even seen. A crop top with a substantial boob window and a skirt that only barely covered the lingerie beneath it. From there, her eyes met the nurse’s. A cold, cruel pair Gabriella had become far to familiar with.

“It isn’t looking good, doctor. Looks like her temperature is rising fast! Seems like our patient is a little …”

Patricia leans in close, the scent of alcohol and artificial sweeteners on her lips. She whispered the last few words directly to Patricia with a sultry tone.

“… hot and bothered”

The saddest and most pathetic part was that she was right. In truth, this is the most sexually satisfied she had felt in months. Drool cascaded down her face as her vulva quivered from watching a woman almost ten years her junior force a dildo up her ass while her husband got touchy with her.

As Theo pressed his front into Patricia’s back and wrapped an arm around her, his free hand went to the fake plastic stethoscope around his neck. He pressed the cold plastic directly into Gabriella’s chest, eliciting a small moan from the crying

“You’re right, nurse! Her heart is beating faster and faster.”

“What should we do … Doctor?”

“Looks like we’re going to have to probe deep to find the source~”

Patty’s thermometer pressed against her walls, pushing against her sensitive spots. Gabby had never felt this good using a dildo on herself. It was like Patty’s eyes were staring into her mind and making her body dance and pulse to her whim.

Theo’s hands cleared the way to Patty’s tight anus as he spit on the tip of his own cock, rubbing it in. With a shwrk sound, his meat entered Patricia’s ass. Watching his wife get her insides rocked as he thrust into a living person made him feel like he was having sex with his wife for the first time since his wife stopped being able to have it.

After almost half an hour, all three came together. Gabby was left a slobbering mess laying on her back in her own fluids, but Patty and Theo were still raring to go. They took their fun from Theo’s office back to the bedroom. He decided that Gabby looked a bit tired to continue, so he let her lie there while he and Patty continued their game. He was overjoyed to know that his wife was satisfied and that he could keep seeing other women guilt-free.

“Good night, Gabby. Happy Birthday!’

Wilma came in afterwards to clean up the mess. She undid the bindings and brought her back to the living room couch to rest. She took a handkerchief and wiped the drool from Gabby’s mouth, though when Gabby wasn’t looking, Wilma wiped the drool from her own mouth.

Gabby tried to stay strong, but she finally broke down in front of Wilma about how unfair it all was. How Teddy was using her in her time of need. How she couldn’t escape this collapsing marriage. How her life couldn’t possibly recover from one accident that wasn’t even her fault.

Wilma sat beside her, brushing her finger through her hair. “Don’t worry about it, Mrs. Snoww. I’m here for you. I’m sorry that you’ve had a terrible birthday. I don’t really have a gift for you, but why don’t we spend the day together tomorrow, just you and I?”

Gabby leaned against Wilma’s leg and snuggled up. “I’d like that.”*

What does Wilma have in mind for her fun day out with Gabby? How could she possibly make the grieving Gabby feel better? Tune in next time to find out!

Hello everybody! Sorry these chapters were delayed. Computer troubles and an extended family vacation kept me away from my keys, but I’m back. Let me know what you all thought of my latest installment!

The Big G

Looking like Wilma wants her own doll

2ndSoleSurvivor

Chapter 12: You Scratch My Back

The next day, Wilma showed up not in her maid outfit, but in a nice casual outfit. Her baggy T-shirt and jean shorts were a sharp contrast from her usual alluring attire. Gabby was also dressed comfortably in a more modest dress to go out for a day at Wilma’s house. Well, technically at her boyfriend’s house.

Teddy was ecstatic. A little air and a fun day out with friends was exactly what Gabby needed to get out of the funk she’d found herself in, at least in his mind. Besides, Ashleigh’s twin sister was in town, and if she was anything like her twin in bed, then he was in for a threesome that could last all day and well into the night.

Wilma brought Gabby back to her home. Her boyfriend Iggy wasn’t home, since he was still at work at the pharmaceutical company he worked for.

Wilma got her guest situated on the couch and fluffed a pillow to place behind her. As Gabby leaned back into the plush pillow, Gabby sat down beside her.

“It’s been a while since I last had you over, hasn’t it? Well, make yourself at home. The trip wasn’t too rough, was it?”

“No, not at all. Thanks for having me. It feels nice to have a change of scenery!"

Wilma got up from her seat and walked over to the bookcase. As she reached out for an unmarked bottle, she stopped. Remembering her guest on the sofa, she decided she needed to explain.

“Um… I’m sorry, I’ve got this condition that makes my skin kinda dry. I’ve been using this l-lotion I got from the store.”

She sat back down and poured some into her hands and rubbed them together. The lotion has a thick, pungent odor. Gabby can somewhat recall the scent, but doesn’t quite remember the brand. She used to work at a boutique before she inherited her father’s company. Whatever lotion it was, it certainly wasn’t a higher end one. It reeked to high heaven, and it wouldn’t make sense to remove the label from a notable brand.

Gabby rubbed her arms and legs with the lotion digging deep into her skin to make sure every inch of her body was covered. As she was getting her back, though, she started to struggle. She just couldn’t get the area between her shoulder blades. She looked down at her miniature employer.

“Gabby, um, well, this is a bit awkward to ask, but would you mind… Um, well, I…”

Wilma stopped for a bit, lost in thought.

“… my skin gets dry whenever I’m out in the sun too much. So if it’s not too much trouble…”

“Do you need me to help you with your lotion?”

Wilma’s face lit up like the sky at sunrise. Gabby could almost see her soul clap and jump for joy.

“Yes please!”

She picked Gabby up and placed Gabby on her back. She pulled her shirt up to her neck and squirted some of the skin lotion onto her back. Gabby scooped some up and started rubbing it into Wilma’s back. Her legs were so long, and the couch so short, that her legs stuck out far past where the sofa ended.

Wilma cooed as Gabby’s hands massaged the lotion into her back. Her fingers pressed into the delicate flesh. Wilma’s skin was tight, but as Gabby found her groove, the skin became more soft and the job became easier. Wilma’s toes curled as the little hands got every inch of her back.

It then occurred to Wilma what exactly was happening, and she got embarrassed. She plucked Gabriella off her back, placed her on the side table, and applied the rest of the lotion to her front.

“Thank you Mrs. Snoww. I hope that wasn’t too weird for you.”

“No problem. I’ve certainly never done this with an employee before. I’ve only even done this with…”

Gabby thought back to all the wonderful days she and Teddy had taken a vacation to the beach. Soaking in the rays, applying suntan lotion to each other’s backs. Sometimes she would get called away on the phone for business and Teddy would pick her up a cool drink to enjoy while she hammered out details at work over the phone.

Wilma sat up straight with a face as stern and solemn as a mother scolding her child. The face made Gabby so nervous, she fell backwards and landed on her butt.

“I wanted to talk about that. I don’t want to be your employee anymore”

“What? Wilma, I…”

“No, let me finish. I don’t want to be your employee anymore, and I don’t want to take you back to Mr. Snoww. I know how unhappy you are with him. So just don’t go back! We can take care of you here. I’ve talked to Iggy about it, and he wouldn’t mind me having a friend over at the house that’s trying to get back on her feet. We have plenty of room for you here.”

Gabby sat still for a moment and started to cry. Wilma cradled Gabby in her hands.

“There, there, Mrs. Sno- Gabriela. It’s over now. You don’t have to hurt anymore. We can get through this together. I have something to show you.”

Wilma stood up and grabbed her purse from her bedroom. She pulled an item from her bag, as Gabby watched in interest. She walked over to Gabby and pulled the trigger, causing sparks to fly. That’s when Gabby knew it was a taser.

“Wilma, what are you doing? Get that away from me.”

“I said we were going to go through this together, didn’t I? So that’s what I want to do!”

Gabby closed her eyes, bracing for the worst, but when she opened them, Wilma had tased herself in the right arm and fallen onto the couch. She lay on the floor writhing in pain, but as she spasmed, Gabby noticed something. Wilma, as lay on the couch, no longer had her legs dangling over the side. In fact, Wilma’s laid out body fit very well on the compact little couch. That’s when Gabby realized where she smelled Wilma’s lotion before.

It was the cooling agent from the accident almost a year ago.*

Now that Gabby and Wilma have shrunken down, the only thing left to do is see what happens when Wilma’s boyfriend comes back. Is he going to be as kind as Wilma says? Will she finally get the care and support she needs? Tune in next time to find out!

Next chapter, we’re putting together the pieces that led to this happening, so do let me know what you think of it in the moment. I’d love to hear your thoughts.

2ndSoleSurvivor

Chapter 13: Previously…

It was a warm August morning when Ignatius Malt decided to pull the trigger and invite his girlfriend of a few years to come live with him. His palms were sweating and his hands were so jittery he punched in the wrong number twice. He took a deep breath as the receiver picked up.

“Hey snookums! I hope I didn’t wake you up too early.”

“Hello, Iggy?”

“The one and only! Do you have a minute?”

“Hey! I can’t really take your call right now. I’m in the middle of that new couple I’ve started helping.”

Iggy vaguely recalled that Wilma had told him about the eccentric couple that she was hired to take care of. “The one with the two inch tall guy?”

“Yeah, that one! It really sucks what happened to them. At least the husband doesn’t seem to let it get to him.”

“You told me! Didn’t you say he’s making more money now than he was when he was full sized.”

“Yeah, apparently even after what happened, he still managed to find a job that worked for him.”

“Have you met the pair yet? Or is this another job where you’re expected to make yourself scarcely seen?”

“No, I haven’t seen the happy couple yet. I really want to. Especially the wife. It must really take a lot of courage to stay with your husband even as he shrinks away. Now that’s a loving relation! Alright Iggy! I’m going to let you go. I have some vacuuming I need to get done.”

“Oh, Wilma! Before you go, call me back when you get a chance. I have something I need to talk to you about.”

“I’ll call you when I get off work. Love you, honey.”

“Love you too, snookums!”

“Mwah! Bye!”

“Bye!” click

Later that evening, Wilma went to Ignatius’s house in tears. Apparently, the wife had been the small one and not the husband. She had almost crushed her underfoot and even nearly sucked her into a vacuum before finally realising her mistake. She cried in Iggy’s arms. He just whispered “It’s okay” to her in his most reassuring voice, holding her close and running his fingers through her hair. She was too emotionally drained to return home, so she stayed at Iggy’s place for the night.

A few days passed and Wilma came over more and more because Iggy lived closer to her work until Iggy popped the question and she officially moved in with him.

A few months passed and Wilma started telling more stories about work. The further time went on, the more horrible and atrocious the household started to sound. Things really came to a head around late October, when the shrunken wife and her husband began their open relationship. Iggy wasn’t as up on the details as his wife, who had been listening in when they had the conversation. If he understood correctly, the wife couldn’t leave without falling into ruin, and the husband wasn’t getting the sexual satisfaction he used to get, so they decided to allow the bastard of a husband to sleep around with as many people as he pleased.

One night, Iggy came back from a long day at the labs to see Wilma lying on the couch in nothing but her bra and panties staring at the ceiling lost in thought. He knew she sometimes got in a mood where something was on her mind and she needed somebody to talk to and get it off her chest.

“Iggy, we need to talk.”

“What about snookums?”

“Our rent’s paid off for next month, right? And the utilities are covered?”

“Of course, why do you ask?”

“I was thinking about quitting my job. I’ve been feeling really stressed from all the work I do. The hours are long, the work is demanding, and it’s just gotten to be too much. I’ve been thinking about finding somewhere else to work, but I don’t want to dump all the bills on you in the meantime.”

“Don’t even worry about that, babe! We’ve got plenty saved up. I care about your well being. If this isn’t working out, we can find something that does.”

“There’s one more thing. About Gabriella…”

“You want to bring her with you, don’t you?”

“How did… no, I suppose you feel the same way?”

“Well, if she wants to leave the door’s always open. Maybe you should talk to her about it?”

“Thanks again for being so understanding.”

Iggy planted a kiss on Wilma’s cheek. “Any time, snookums”

As Iggy went to go prepare dinner, since it was his turn that day, Wilma stopped him.

“Wait, Iggy. I want to know something. What would you do if I ever shrunk? I know it couldn’t happen, but pretend it did.”

Iggy gave it some serious thought. “Well, we would have to find a way for you to contact me in case there was ever an emergen…”

“No…” she said in a soft tone. “… with that voice.”

Iggy understood what she wanted. He walked back over to her, grabbed her arms and pinned her to the sofa. She didn’t resist, but her lip quivered slightly.

“Well…” Ignatius said in a voice almost a full octave lower than he had been. “… we can’t have my girlfriend getting in my way underfoot while I’m trying to get ready for work. I’d probably keep you in my shoebox.”

One of his hands stopped grasping Wilma’s arm and pressed its index and middle finger into her tummy. The fingers began walking like legs down her stomach to her crotch.

“And I might leave you all alone while I’m at work, but if I get home and my girlfriend really begs for something to drink, I might let her suck a little sweat off my…”

“…thick…”

His middle finger presses hard into Wilma’s clit through her panties.

“…meaty…”

He twisted his finger on her nub.

“…cock.”

Wilma left a large stain both on her panties and the sofa cushion. Satisfied that his woman was happy, he postponed making dinner to snuggle with his blushing girlfriend.*

These are the pieces that fell into place that fateful year to give birth to a happier ending. What shape will that take? Tune in next time for the thrilling conclusion of “My Big Teddy Bear”! As always any comments or critiques you want to get in before the series reaches a close would be well apprieciated.

The Big G

@2ndsolesurvivor lucky Iggy

2ndSoleSurvivor

Final Chapter: A Happy Ending

“Wilma, I’m home!”

Ignatius stepped into his house, but Wilma wasn’t waiting for him. He decided to go looking for her when he saw the bottle of solution half empty on the table.

“Fuck!”

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Two weeks earlier, Wilma had been sulking on the sofa and looking at her phone. She had been thinking about how to convince Gabriella to stay with them, so Iggy assumed this was about that. However, when he peeked over her shoulder and asked what she was looking at, he saw picture after picture of legal documents pulled up on her phone.

“Snookums, what’s wrong? Did something happen? You can tell me!”

She immediately tensed up, but after she regained her composure, she handed Iggy her phone to look over.

“Actually, there is something I need to talk to you about…”

As Iggy looked through the documents, he read about the details of a chemical compound that was involved in a horrible industrial accident. That’s when he saw the name of the defendant of the case. Gabriella Hale.

“Wilma, were you taking pictures of other people’s mail? And classified legal documents too? Do you have any idea the number of laws you’ve broken by doing this? I’m deleting these before you get in trouble!”

“Wait! Don’t do that! I need you to look over a few things.”

“Wilma, I’m not going to read other people’s mail that you’ve illegally photocopied.”

“Not the whole thing, just how the compound in the coolant was made. Maybe you can find a way to fix Mrs. Snoww. Please, you work with this stuff all the time in the lab.”

“Amy, I’m a pharmacist, not a…”

“Please!”

Iggy sighed and reluctantly looked over the legal documents. He checked over the procedure, taking notes on a piece on the back of a receipt. Looking it over, he was having trouble figuring out what exactly he was supposed to do with this. He was going to tell Wilma that there was nothing he could do, but the helpless, hopeful look in her eyes made his heart melt. Sighing, he folded up the receipt.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Wilma jumped on him and held him with joy.

In about a week, Iggy walked through the door with a bottle of the compound he had successfully crafted at the lab. Ever since, he had been tinkering with the compound under a microscope and applying various chemical mixes to samples of it.

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Thinking back, it should have been obvious that Wilma was going to use it on herself, but at the time, he really thought she was just looking to do the right thing by her former employer. Iggy scanned the ground, treading as lightly on his feet as a fox in a lion’s den, for fear he might accidentally crush his love underfoot.

He finally checked his room, where Wilma was laying, slightly dazed and feeling herself up from inside her outfit. But when she saw her massive boyfriend arrive checking the floor, she scrambled from her clothing to give him a hug. Ignatius wasn’t having any of it. He got down to the ground on his knees, looking down at his miniscule girlfriend.

“Wilma, what the hell were you thinking? You know I don’t have a way to bring you back yet! How could you do something that dangerous?”

“But honey…”

“Don’t ‘but honey’ me! You knew exactly what you were doing! What if something had gone wrong? What if I hadn’t found you before… before…”

“Iggy, relax and listen! I’m going to be fine. I believe in you. I might be small, but I trust you. Now stop making a scene. I brought Gabby over.”

Iggy’s eyes widened, looking around the floor unable to see the shrunken woman. Fearing the worst, he started checking under his hands and feet until Wilma said,

“The dresser, honey.”

Looking up at the dresser and seeing his guest safe and sound, he let out a sigh of relief. He picked up Wilma as delicately as he could. Placing her on the dresser next to Gabby, Iggy spoke.

“Um… hello, miss. I assume Wilma asked you about our offer to let you stay until you’re back on your feet. Wait, did Wilma even ask you about that before she shrank herself? Wilma, please tell me you didn’t kidnap this woman and hold her here without asking her first!”

“Don’t worry, Iggy. She said yes!”

“If I’m not too much of a burden…”

“Don’t even talk like that! You can hang out here as long as you like.”

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Teddy was initially frustrated and angry when he got served divorce papers. But after a few drunken nights of pleasure, he either stopped caring or simply forgot about it entirely once his lawyers started taking care of all the work. But at that point, Gabby didn’t really care what Teddy felt. She was free from him and in the long run, that was all that mattered.

The divorce settlement eventually ended with Gabby reclaiming exactly what was in her personal account before she shrunk, as well as her portfolio, but not much else. The lawyer managed to snatch the mansion out from underneath her, though her personal belongings as well as items inherited from her father were eventually returned to her after some negotiating.

As for her workplace injury lawsuit, using her funds to keep her lawyers active, she eventually won the suit with a hefty lump sum settled out of court.

With Gabby’s newly reclaimed wealth, she and Iggy started their own pharmaceutical research company. They’re hardly the biggest company in the world, but they’re on the rise. With a few exclusive patents under their belts, things are looking up for them. The search for a remedy for her condition is still being worked on, but it’s hardly the priority for her right now. After all, Wilma didn’t seem to mind her condition, using it to spend some extra time with her boyfriend during work hours. And life hasn’t been this good for Gabby in a long time.

Maybe someday she would return to normal, but until then, everything was going to be just fine.

-FIN-

Well, after several rewrites to get this story just right, I’ve finally come up with something I think I can be happy with. Sorry for the wait and thank you all for your patience. This has been a long while coming and I thank everyone who was with me through this journey.

The Big G

Well that’s a open ending bring on the sexual sequel

2ndSoleSurvivor

@the-big-g Maybe someday. I’m going to be working on some other projects, but I hope to come back to this one.