Chapter 12: Stepping Stone
That night, Angie couldn’t sleep well. What she had seen that afternoon had been etched into her mind. She had terrible nightmares about what would have happened to her if she had failed on Monday. If she had been the one in Paige’s place. She tossed and turned all night. Thankfully, the bed was quite large, so she didn’t disturb Faith’s slumber. However, when Faith did wake up, she saw Angie having a fit in her sleep and tried to get her up.
“Angie, it’s okay! What’s wrong? Are you having a bad dream?”
Faith didn’t know the details on what happened to Paige yesterday, but she had enough information to piece together the jist of it. She felt bad for Paige, but if she was being completely honest with herself, she knew that Duncan had done worse before. She knew she had to be strong for Angie, however, so as Angie woke up with tears in her eyes, Faith did her best to comfort her. She didn’t know if she was doing a good job, since she really didn’t believe anything was going to get better. She knew better. But there was still an innocence to Angie. Faith didn’t know why, but she didn’t want Angie to give up.
Angie for her part was distraught. She still felt like she should have done something more for Paige. She was scared and did nothing. It didn’t matter that there was really nothing she could do. Her nose leaked and her eyes ran like faucets as Faith had to drag her to the ladder to start the Thursday morning routine. Faith ended up having to maneuver down the ladder with one hand on the ladder and the other around Angie.
As it turned out, though, that hadn’t actually been necessary. As Angie and Faith left the room with Emily shortly behind them, they discovered that Duncan had opted to sleep in. The living room was empty, and the door to Duncan’s room had a pair of panties hanging from them. Angie recognized them as the ones Mrs. Lambert wore last night. She must have forgotten to take them as she left, and Duncan had hung it as a trophy for Angie to see specifically.
Angie thought she was going to cry again, but no tears fell. She thought she would be sad, but all she felt was a slowly simmering anger. How dare Duncan? He kidnapped her and god knows how many other people. He forced them to do his work for him, because he was lazy, he tortured women for his amusement, he killed people for his sexual gratification. And he was genuinely proud of himself for that. Angie knew she was going to make Duncan pay for what he did. That she was going to stop him so that he never hurt anybody ever again!
Faith could tell that the mood had shifted, but that’s when Duncan finally made his appearance. He wasn’t dressed at all today, letting his assets swing free for everybody to see. Emily’s mouth watered at seeing her well-endowed stallion of a man.
“Good morning, bitches! Sorry I’m a bit late; pounding sluts in the ass for hours really takes a lot of wind out of your sails. Since Angie did such a good job yesterday, I decided to give her a treat. You see, I noticed my cute little vouyer scoping out my goods while I was having my private tutoring session. So no underwear for my daily foot rub today. But really Angie! If you wanted a peek, all you needed to do was ask.”
Neither Angie nor Emily took this well, though obviously for different reasons. But Duncan didn’t care as he plomped on the sofa and kicked his left foot up on the ottoman. He was about to grow Angie for the same setup as Tuesday, but Emily stepped up and insisted on tending to the left foot. Shrugging, Duncan grabbed Emily with his right hand as she grew in his grip up to eighteen inches tall.
For about an hour, Angie kneeled in the shadow of Duncan’s foot stewing in her own indignation as she licked the gigantic soles. Emily was really going the extra mile for Duncan, even more so than usual. She sucked each toe individually, then licked the sole and top of his foot. She even tried to massage his feet with her breasts. Faith was trying not to get in the way as was normal for her.
Duncan eventually went to get dressed before he made lunch. While Duncan was away, Angie noticed that his doorkeys were sitting on the table unattended. Remembering Paige’s last message to her, she figured she at least owed it to Paige to figure out what she was trying to get across.
But it wasn’t meant to be. Angie started hustling over to check on the keys, when she felt something whack her straight in the gut. She was sent rolling by the strike, feeling like she had been hit by oncoming traffic. She looked to see what she had been hit by, and was shocked to see Emily’s foot coming towards her. Emily towered above her, and apparently hadn’t noticed her underfoot. She tried to crawl away, but Emily’s sole rose over Angie and landed square on her legs. The pressure increased and Angie was legitimately scared that her legs would be reduced to mush. That’s when she heard something.
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t see you there. You really should watch where you’re going. I know that just because a butt-ugly whore like you got to see Duncan’s cock on your first week, you think you own the damn place. That Duncan is just going to shove us all aside for you. But at your size, you can’t just run around doing what you want. Otherwise, somebody a lot bigger than you is going to crrrrush you underfoot!”
Emily punctuated that point by grinding Angie’s left ankle under the ball of her foot. Emily then continued walking as if nothing had happened. Angie tried to make her way to the table to check on Duncan’s keys, but her ankle was completely shot now. She limped to the table with no obvious way up. It didn’t matter anyway, since Duncan came back dressed just a few seconds after she reached the table.
Angie had at one point felt a bit of pity for Emily. She was stuck in such a horrible situation for the sake of a one-sided romance. But by now, Angie was just tired of her crap. And lunch only made things worse.
Duncan started bragging about his exploits with Mrs. Lambert. After all, since Angie already got to see it firsthand, it would be unfair if the others didn’t get to at least hear how I fucked that tramp.
“… and I had that whore practically begging for it. You saw it too, didn’t you Angie? That bitch had slept with a different student each week, but now that I’m in the picture, she’s already asked for another date. If a sexy slut like that could be towed in by me, imagine what it would have been like for a little virgin like Angie! How about it, Angie? Oh, but you couldn’t have Paige as an extra, because … well you know!”
Duncan started laughing, but he was the only one. After that, Emily started acting even more hostile to Angie, and Angie started acting even more hostile to Duncan. Angie wanted to leave, not wanting to be subject to any more of Duncan’s degrading comments. She couldn’t though, because her busted ankle kept her from going up or down the ladder attached to the table. She finally got some reprieve, when Emily “accidentally” knocked her off the table. If she hadn’t landed in Duncan’s lap, then rolled down his boots, she would have taken a nasty splat onto the floor.
After lunch, Emily was finally shrunken down. She once again donned her black dress and hid inside Duncan’s sleeve. The pair left, and Duncan locked up behind them, leaving Angie alone with Faith once more.*
Things have certainly gotten heated this episode between Angie and Emily. And it only gets hotter next time, so tune in to find out what happens next.
Tell me what you think! Definitely interested in hearing your opinions on this one.
Chapter 13: Bitter Rivalry
Without Duncan and Emily’s presence to keep the fire of anger alive inside Angie, her fear and anguish began to set in again. Angie had no plan for how to go forward. She wanted to plot an escape route now that she was no longer under the nose of her captor, but he was thoroughly emotionally drained
Faith gave Angie a hug. She remembered everything she went through when Duncan kidnapped her. She remembered the grief and desperation to return to the people who loved her. She had needed a friend back then more than ever, but what people there were were either unsympathetic or lost their lives for Duncan’s amusement. She wanted to be there for Angie no matter what.
Angie held Faith tightly. “Thank you! I’m just … I’m just overwhelmed right now. I don’t sniff I don’t know what I’d do without you. When hic when we’re alone at the house … when hic Duncan takes us both on school days…”
Faith held Angie close, but those last words brought something to mind that hadn’t even occurred to her to be concerned about. So many things had happened over the last few days, and the situation hadn’t come up until now. Angie could tell that Faith wasn’t telling her something.
“Faith, what’s hic wrong?”
“Well, the class I help Duncan with is pretty easy. And the instructor doesn’t really do much instructing. So usually Duncan just skips that class when there isn’t a test he needs to take or collect. I’m sorry, but I’m not going to be joining you out for a while.”
Angie felt her heart sink into her stomach. For three days a week, she was going to be alone with Duncan, doing god knows what. Duncan could do anything to her and nobody would ever know. This was going to be her life from this point forward. She dropped to her knees and just started sobbing.
Faith brought Angie over to the ottoman and snuggled up with her. Angie knew that this wouldn’t last, and that tomorrow, she was going to have to navigate life as Duncan’s bracelet and toy alone. But for right now, with Faith by her side, everything felt all right. She was able to calm down and think more clearly. But by that time, their time alone together had already subsided and the jangling of the padlock outside indicated that their captor had returned.
He and Emily both seemed to be in a good mood today, talking about what a great job Duncan had done in the lab today. Angie knew that Duncan had probably just let Emily do all the work, but Duncan kept on going on about it like it was his accomplishment. She felt her blood boil as the anger that had dissipated earlier was back in full force.
Emily was dropped to the ground while Duncan went to prepare something for dinner. As Emily went to check on Duncan, she saw Angie glaring at her. She knew that Angie didn’t like her, but the feeling was mutual. The little skank was getting between her and Duncan, and that wasn’t something she could just let slide.
Never in Emily’s entire life had she felt less certain that Duncan cared about her than today. She had always been Duncan’s favorite tiny woman, ever since he shrunk her down in her freshman year of high school. She was constantly bullied by the popular girls, who would mock her fairly unimpressive appearance on good days, and physically beat her on bad days. She was smart, but the people around her resented her. The school never believed her about any of this, and her parents were always away at work. She had worried that there was nothing better for her until she met Duncan.
Emily had never met somebody like Duncan before. He appreciated her intelligence, gave her the affection she’d always felt was missing, and even stood up against the bullies that had been tormenting her. So when Duncan offered her a chance to escape her life, she took it. Duncan shrunk her and took her home. From there, their relationship blossomed. Duncan gave her everything she could ever want. All she needed to do was simply give him a bit of help in class, and she would get everything she wanted in life.
Other women entered and left Duncan’s life over the years, especially after he moved on to one of the best colleges in the country thanks to her excellent work. But Emily had known none of them ever meant as much to Duncan as she did. She was the only one to always do what she was told even when it was unpleasant. She was the only one to be with him from the first time he ever acquired his powers. She was the only one that had lasted more than a few months. She knew that they would be together forever.
That is, until yesterday. Not only had Duncan started looking Angie’s way, but apparently he had also started a long-term relationship with that gross perverted film teacher. Emily had never been more afraid of losing everything. While they were out, Duncan was bragging to one of his friends about how great his night with Mrs. Lambert had been. Emily really didn’t want to hear this discussion, but by the time it ended, she was glad she did. A certain piece of information came out that Emily was certain would fix both of her problems at one.
So Angie could give Emily as many dirty looks as she pleased. Emily didn’t care even a bit if she glared at her, or hurled insults at her, or even hit her. Angie may as well get all of her anger and vitriol out now. After all, …
… Today was going to be Angie’s final day.
Dinner concluded without much issue. The shrunken women had all gotten their fill. Duncan hadn’t shown particular roughness with any of the girls, and one would think that the day would proceed smoothly from there. But Emily had other ideas.
“Dunkie, can I ask you a favor?”
“What do you want, bitch? Why the hell are you bothering me?”
“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help it.” she said as she allowed the sleeves of her dress to slide down to her chest, giving an ample view of her cleavage.
“After all, being around somebody as handsome and smart and powerful as you all day? Of course that would make me feel this way.” The dress now rested entirely on her hips. Her breasts swung free as she started to bend over.
“I can’t hold back any longer. I need you!” She sat down as she kicked the dress away beneath the kitchen table. She spread her legs for everybody to see between. Her labia was puffy, red, and practically engorged. Syrupy liquid oozed from her folds. Duncan looked down at her with a hungry smirk on his face, like a lion looking down from a rock at an injured gazelle.
Duncan picked her up in his right hand as Emily began to grow. Soon, she went from standing comfortably in one hand to Duncan needing both hands to hold her. Then she grew to three feet tall, four feet tall, five feet tall … By the time she was done growing, she was actually about a head taller than Duncan.
Emily put her right arm around Duncan possessively, stroking his chest with her left finger. “I know you must be feeling so pent up after that cunt of a teacher wouldn’t let you into her pussy. If it had been me, I wouldn’t have left a man like you without giving him what he wants. So why don’t I fix her mistake? I can’t let my man get emasculated like that after all!”
Emily sat down on the kitchen table, causing it to creak beneath the naked bombshell. “I know we don’t have that braindead bimbo Paige anymore, but we still have plenty of disposable little homework slaves to play with.”
She reached behind her and grabbed one of the tiny women. “They exist for you! Any one of them …” she said as she realized she grabbed Faith instead of Angie. She quickly swapped the two out behind her back hoping Duncan wouldn’t notice. “ … would be good enough for a little fun. Please! You know you want to.” she said stroking the bulge in Duncan’s pants.
Duncan brought Emily and Angie into his room, and closed the door.*
We’ve got a longer chapter this time. Mostly its the set up for next chapter, but we have some interesting stuff here. If you were interested in learning more about Emily as a character, this is definitely the chapter for you.
CHAPTER 14: The Beginning of the End
Angie had been in Duncan’s room before, but it didn’t really set in in last time just how filthy everything was. Trash and used condoms littered the floor. Stains of all varieties decorated the carpet. A rotting scent of decay and death choked the air out of the room.
Emily made herself at home, flopping down onto Duncan’s bed and making the box springs creak. She made no effort to hide her excitement to get some action with Duncan, especially at Angie’s expense. She already felt liquid trailing down the side of her leg as she prepared to be mounted.
“Go ahead, honey! My pussy is waiting to be filled with your cum. Fuck me as raw as you want!”
Duncan grinned. “That’s okay. That won’t be necessary.”
That response was something that neither Emily nor Angie had expected. They expected even less that Angie would be completely enveloped in Duncan’s fist. It was blisteringly warm inside this fleshy prison. Heat emanated from all sides, barring the cool touch of his silver ring. Suddenly, Angie felt herself expand inside Duncan’s grasp. She grew until she was a little more than seven inches tall. Emily got up, clearly upset.
“What do you mean ‘that won’t be necessary’? After I put myself out for you, you still don’t want to to have sex with me?”
“Oh, don’t get me wrong. You’re not leaving this room until I’ve used that slutty pussy of yours so hard you won’t be able to walk straight! But I’m not going to be fucking you raw.”
“Because I only asked Beth to have sex raw because I ran out of condoms. And as it just so happened, I managed to find one spare condom lying around!”
He held Angie next to his cock, showing that she was exactly as tall as his erect cock was long. Emily still didn’t quite understand where Duncan was going with this, but Angie was acutely aware. She struggled desperately as he grabbed each of her legs and roughly pulled them apart. Her body flailed as the tip of his cock came closer and closer to the gap between her legs. She could feel bones being pushed to the side as his dick forced its way into the gap until his mushroom came into contact with her pussy’s entrance.
Emily watched on, giggling at the faces Angie was making as her body was being torn open to accommodate the veiny monster making its way inside. Duncan adjusted his grip so that his palm wrapped around Angie’s waist as he pulled her down over his shaft. The metal barbs holding the round onyx stone inside Duncan’s ring cut into Angie’s side, burying into her like claws. Now even if she could have slipped his cock out of her pussy, she was trapped like a fish on a hook.
Finally, not an inch of Duncan’s cock was exposed as his cock dug all the way into Angie. Her body bulged up to her neck with Duncan’s dick. She prayed that she would finally faint from the pain, but instead, her body started to conform around his penis, as though it had always been inside her body. His hand left her body, leaving tears from where the metal had dug into her.
Emily burst into laughter about how ridiculous Angie looked skewered and bloated by Duncan’s cock. How had she ever felt jealous about such a pathetic little creature? She squatted down until she came at eye level to Duncan’s dick, and by extension Angie.
“Aw, what’s wrong sweetie? Why are you crying? Don’t you want to see what it’s like when a real woman has sex? Why, you should be honored! Without breasts like these …” she said as she caressed her thick, pillowy milk jugs, “… or an ass like this …” as she slapped her ass, sending a ripple down to her ass crack, “… then you would normally never get a guy like Dunkipie! Thankfully, I’m letting you get an up-close and personal look. Your welcome!”
Emily gave Angie’s body a sharp flick, which caused Duncan’s dick to twitch. Like a dog wagging its tail, it meant that Duncan was incredibly happy with how things were going.
Emily stood back up and bent over with her ample rear facing Duncan. Angie screamed as her body was rubbed against the puffy, wet lips of Emily’s pussy. Duncan grabbed a fistful of Emily’s thick ass in each hand. He was hardly the gentlest of lovers, but all that mattered to Emily was that he was hers and nobody could take him away from her.
After Angie was thoroughly coated in the slime dripping from the entrance to Emily’s meat cave, it was time for the main event. Emily moaned loudly as Duncan put his dick inside her. Angie’s head went in easily, but her shoulders didn’t quite go in on the first attempt. But Duncan plowed through, dislocating Angie’s arm. From there, he sheathed his cock inside her until his bush tickled her body. In and out was Angie thrust. Emily buried her face into the foot of Duncan’s bed. With each thrust, the bedsprings squeaked louder and louder.
Angie was surrounded on all sides by Emily’s slick, pulsating walls. Her insides were overwhelmed by the searing heat of Duncan’s cock filling every inch of her body. She truly and sincerely felt the despair and anguish of becoming nothing but a condom to these cruel titans. Little more than a disposable bag to hold this sadist’s cum, just to be tossed to the ground and forgotten like so many other condoms littering the ground. She lost track of time as seconds dragged on for hours in this hellhole.
Finally, the moment Angie had been dreading came. Between the sound of creaking bedframes and moaning giants, Duncan uttered the words “I’m cumming!” A torrent of semen filled Angie. Her body could barely handle just his penis; now her body was being inflated like a water balloon. But as her body began shutting down from everything going on, she felt herself being pulled away until finally she got some fresh air.
Emily couldn’t stop laughing at Angie’s beaten, swollen body. “What’s the matter, slut? Was he more than you could handle? I guess an ugly little toad like you should have stayed in her lane!” Duncan’s warm, sweaty hands peeled the broken woman off his dick and tossed her to the floor, where she lay in a pile of used rubber condoms, leaking Duncan’s fluids.
Angie rested on the ground feeling her consciousness fade. Bitterness filled her heart about the unfairness of it all. She had done everything asked of her, and she’d still die a broken shell on her tormentor’s floor. As she was about to close her eyes one final time, she saw Duncan reach down to grab her one last time, but instead of the warm sweaty grip she had felt when Duncan handled her before, nothing but an icy chill touched her body.
It looked like Duncan had changed his mind about picking her up, because he immediately went back to Emily to try some more positions. They did these one’s raw, because to quote Duncan, “It looks like my condom broke!” They laughed about it like her demise was some sort of joke. She lay there as the pain …
… was gone. Angie was startled. She was on the verge of dying, but now she just felt a slight ache. Her body had returned to normal, squeezing every ounce of cum out of her body. She didn’t even have any scars from where the ring’s hooks dug into her body. She opened her eyes slightly to check if this had all been some sick dream, but the sweat-soaked bodies of Duncan and a fully grown Emily confirmed the reality of the situation. Even if it didn’t, the squeaking of the bedsprings as Duncan and Emily did their deed was enough besides.
So what had happened. She had no injuries, but everything she remembered really happened. She could even see blood on Duncan’s ring from when it cut into her earlier. Then Angie had a revelation. This exact situation had happened on Wednesday. She had gotten hit by Duncan’s ring during, and he complained about getting blood on it, despite the fact she had no cuts on her body. She quickly double checked every inch of her body to be 100% certain she had no cuts. Her legs were fine. Her stomach was fine. Her chest …
…was suddenly heavier than it had been. She had grown a cup size for no apparent reason. She had been shamed about her chest size by Emily and felt bad about herself, and now her chest was magically bigger. Didn’t something similar also happen Wednesday with her weight? And it was about the same time the ring incident happened too! History was repeating itself and Angie couldn’t figure out why.
Her mind raced, grabbing every little bit of information she could remember from the past week. She fixated on the few moments before she got better. Duncan reached down for her, but didn’t pick her up, and the thing that touched her didn’t feel like Duncan’s hand. She looked at Duncan’s hand when it hit her. She had felt that cool metallic feel before. It was Duncan’s ring. The same one that was still bloody. And that realization was followed by another. Duncan’s ring was a circular silver band with an oval onyx gemstone. Paige’s final note! It wasn’t talking about Duncan’s keychain at all! It was talking about his ring.
So what did the words mean about the key if it didn’t literally refer to a key? The key to Duncan’s, they key to Duncan’s, the key to Duncan’s … powers? Yes, of course! That’s what must have happened! He must have used his ring to heal her injuries. She thought about what other times she had felt the ring touch her. That’s when she remembered something huge. When she had first gotten kidnapped, when Duncan was growing her on Monday, even just now when she was being adjusted to use as a condom, she had felt the ring on her body! It must also be the key to her shrinking and growing!
As the two horrifying lovebirds explored each other’s bodies, Angie contemplated her escape. Now that she knew about the ring, it was almost trivially easy to escape. She went through every possible scenario in her mind until she was certain that she could get herself free.
Emily and Duncan finished their night of debauchery and Emily took Angie back to their room. She could hear Angie breathing when she held her to her ear. Earlier, she might have gotten upset that her plan to get rid of her competition had failed. But now Angie stood as a trophy of Duncan’s love for her.
Emily, being full size, decided she deserved the bed, so Faith and Angie had to sleep in a pile of dirty clothes in the corner of the room. Well, at least Faith was sleeping on them. Angie was still awake as the gears turned in her head. Duncan and Emily might have made today the worst day of her life, but she was going to break free.
And it was all going down tomorrow.
Chapter 15: The Great Escape
Angie woke up the next morning before anybody else. She had a plan, but needed to confirm a few things about Duncan’s ring in order for her plan to work out. Besides, planting the seeds for the plan at this point would make steps later on considerably easier. First, she approached Duncan’s jacket, which was still at the kitchen table from when he took it off last night. She tossed Emily’s black stealth dress into his right sleeve, making sure that it was in a place Duncan wouldn’t notice. With that done, she hopped onto the ottoman and made herself presentable.
When Duncan got up, he made his way to the other room, when Angie called out to him. Surprised, Duncan went over to see what was up.
“Wow, looks like you’re up early. What’s the deal?”
“Well, it’s just … last night when … while we were … when you …”
Angie just pointed at Duncan’s crotch. She was becoming sick to her stomach, but she really needed to play this up so it would be believable. It seemed like Duncan finally got what Angie was trying to get him to do.
“Oh, do you mean this?” Duncan said as he slipped his pants and underwear down to show off the girthy rod that had brought Angie to tears last night. “One ride on my dick, and the stubborn little virgin’s already become a greedy little cock slut! Go ahead and tell me what you want?”
“Can I … can I touch it just one more time?”
Angie struggled to keep herself from vomiting from what she was about to say, but it was the only way she was going to get the information she wanted out of Duncan.
“Trust me bitch, when I’m done, you’ll have done a lot more than just touch it.”
Angie leaned forward and deliberately positioned herself too close to the edge. She got the desired effect, which was to fall off the ottoman onto her face and break her nose. Duncan laughed at her.
“Looks like Angie’s a little too small to ride the cock carousel today! What’s a little whore like her to do?”
He turned his ring so the gemstone faced into his right palm. He picked her up in his grip and held her to his face. His gemstone was touching her leg, and her nose was healing. That much Angie already realized. She knew the gem was what made her heal, but she had grown plenty of times without touching the gem. So she asked.
“I’m sorry I’m too small to … I mean I can’t … maybe if I was bigger …”
Duncan fidgeted with the ring so the gem wasn’t touching Angie. Instead the silver part of the ring was touching Angie. Duncan began to make her grow so he could do all sorts of naughty things with her, but a look at the clock showed him that if he didn’t want to be late to his Calculus II class, he needed to hurry up. Professor Holland took attendance, and Duncan didn’t want his tardiness to affect his grade. Reluctantly, he shrunk Angie back to an inch. Angie realized that the silver band of the ring was what controlled the shrinking.
Things were going great for Angie so far. She not only gained all the information she wanted and got herself on Duncan’s good side, but also managed to avoid having to do anything sexual with him. Her cup size even went up when she healed her nose, which confirmed that part of the ring’s powerset too.
But she hit a few snags at this point. Growing and shrinking had gone just as slowly as usual, and since Duncan had been in a hurry and still didn’t rush the growth job, that was probably just a limitation of the ring. Duncan went to put her legcuffs and handcuffs on, but was going to put her one his left wrist instead of his right. This would set the plan back a bit, but she had a way around this setback. Importantly, she made a show of willingly putting the legcuffs and handcuffs on herself.
As they headed to class, Angie started kissing Duncan along his left arm, or at least the places she could reach. Duncan noticed, but couldn’t really say anything about it with spectators around. He didn’t want to draw attention, which Angie knew would bite him in the ass later.
At Calc class, Duncan let Angie out of her chains to take notes for him to copy at a later date. Angie was glad for that, since it meant she both had a chance to get over to his right wrist, and showed Duncan that she had gotten the cuffs on her correctly the first time.
After calc class was done, she went over to Duncan’s right wrist and started kissing it just like she did with the left. Figuring that Angie was trying to butter him up for sex later, he let her chian herself to the right hand this time. It gave him a rush, knowing how much Angie was willing to submit to him now. He got up, and after giving his wrist a shake to make sure the cuffs were secure, he went to go hang out with his friends. If he had checked them thoroughly, he would have seen her handcuffs were secure, but her legcuffs were anything but. Instead of actually putting her legs in the cuffs, she put her legs into the sleeves of Emily’s dress, and tied the torso of the dress to the cuffs. That way, it still felt like it normally would, but Angie could slip her legs out of the sleeves and make a run for it at a moment’s notice.
When Duncan got together with his friends, he started to brag about his exploits with Mrs. Lambert. Angie would have been very upset if she had planned on sticking around, but this was the moment she had been waiting for. She slipped her legs out of the dress sleeves, latched onto the ring, and slid it off his hand. The second she hit the ground, she bolted away.
Duncan tried to pursue, but his friends asked why he was leaving so soon. He had to give an excuse, but this gave Angie a solid head start. Duncan needed to get his ring back from Angie, but it wasn’t going to be easy for him. Usually when he travelled through the halls, he deliberately chose crowded halls, because it made it harder to hear any noise his prisoners were making, and it made travel on the ground too difficult if they didn’t want to get stepped on by an unsuspecting bystander.
This dynamic shifts, however, when he has to pursue a shrunken woman. While travel along the ground is difficult, it’s certainly not impossible. But for Duncan, travelling through crowded throughways while trying to keep his eyes to the ground to watch his target was proving to be more than he could handle. He kept bumping into people and drawing attention to himself. People around him were pulling his attention every which way as they told him to watch where he was going and demanding apologies. Even though the size difference should have made it almost impossible to get away from Duncan, the crowd leveled the playing field.
A thought crossed Duncan’s mind that he might be able to use Faith as a hostage to get the ring back. If he threatened to kill Faith, maybe Angie would bring the ring back. There were two problems with this plan though. He hadn’t brought Faith with him, because he was planning on skipping Macroeconomics today. He also couldn’t go back to the dorms to fetch her, because Angie would get away. She had the ring to use as evidence against him, so as unbelievable as her story might be, she could easily prove it to be true. So as bad an option as trying to chase Angie was, it was Duncan’s only option.
Angie realized that trying to grow in this crowd would be slow and would eliminate the advantage she had getting away from Duncan, so instead, she shrunk herself a little more. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to get her handcuffs off. Angie needed a place where she was both in a crowd and could grow in private without Duncan at her back, and she knew exactly where that place was.
Angie made her way to the gym with Duncan in hot pursuit. Angie remembered that Faith told her annoying frats took up most of the machines on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Fridays. Today was no exception, as the gym was packed to the brim with sweaty frat boys. As Duncan tried to push his way through in pursuit of Angie, one particularly burly individual took offense to getting shoved, and shoved Duncan back. This erupted into a fight, during which Duncan lost track of where Angie was.
Duncan managed to escape the fight with one more black eye and two fewer teeth than he started. He went down the path he had seen Angie go and arrived at the changing rooms. Looking around, he noticed the handcuff and legcuff chain sitting in front of the women’s locker room. That would be a problem for him, but he set about trying to get into the women’s locker room without drawing suspicion. In his panic, he didn’t realize he had been baited and Angie was actually using the mens locker room to grow. Inside one of the closed-off changing rooms, she managed to grow back to six feet tall while Duncan was still trying to get into the wrong locker room. But Angie had no clothes to change into, and couldn’t really wander around naked. If she drew attention now, Duncan might escape, and he needed to be punished for his crimes.
Angie noticed a frat boy with an extra towel and beckoned him over. She told him she had accidentally gotten into the wrong locker room and needed to get back to the women’s locker room, but her clothes had gotten taken away. It wasn’t a very convincing lie, but the dude was thinking more with his lower brain and handed over the towel without questioning it. It felt really odd to Angie being fawned over like that. Her body used to repulse people, so getting this sort of positive attention now was a bit surreal. But she had bigger things to worry about.
As Angie left the boys locker room, he saw Duncan getting into the girls locker room. He was apparently convinced the coast was clear, so that was good enough for Angie. Grabbing a 10 pound weight from a rack, she snuck up on Duncan and clocked him in the back of the head with it, knocking him out cold. Before anybody else could come along, she dragged Duncan into a changing room and began to shrink him down. When he finally regained consciousness, he realized just how dire his situation was. He was inside his own jacket pocket, chained in his own cuffs, heading towards his own dorm. Angie had restrained him and changed into his clothes to get out of the gym. Now Angie had his keys to rescue his slaves.
Duncan had to accept the fact that he was well and truly beat.*
And with that, the day is saved! Please tune in next time to see what happens with all the familiar faces we came to know in the final installment of Angie’s Abduction! Thanks again to everybody who’s been with me on this wild ride for the past month. Looking forward to bringing you the conclusion next time.
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Jodie was sitting in her first class of the new semester. She had chosen to take this Introduction to Film History class, because it seemed like a fun elective. From what she could gather from the students last semester, it had been a real ball-buster of a class until the old teacher disappeared under mysterious circumstances. The new teacher was apparently excellent, so she signed up for it as an elective.
As she was hanging out, she decided to eye up the other women in the room. She made it no secret that she was interested in other women in that special way. She would obsessively hit on other women. Sometimes they wouldn’t reciprocate. Sometimes they would, but Jodie’s penchant for escalating things too quickly would dampen those plans. But Jodie was a free spirit that never let rejection set her back for too long.
As she was ogling a cute blonde on the other side of the room, an absolutely gorgeous brunette sat down next to her. Large breasts hugged tight by her crop-top, which showed her toned belly. Tight booty shorts that left little to the imagination about her curves.
But most important to Jodie, she was wearing sandals that showed off her pretty feet painted with yellow nailpolish. Jodie was infatuated with women’s feet, so she had a hard time prying her gaze away. She only did when it became clear the stranger had noticed. Embarrassed, Jodie tried to play it off like it didn’t happen
“I don’t think I’ve met you before. My name’s Jodie! What’s yours?”
“Um, I’m … I mean … My name’s Angie.”
That certainly came as a shock to Jodie. Given her powerful frame and revealing wardrobe, Jodie hadn’t expected such a soft voice and timid demeanor from this woman. Did she say her name was Angie? She would have to remember that.
Class started, but Jodie was still distracted by the woman next to her. She looked so intimidating and unapproachable. She looked like the sort of woman that could take anybody she wanted and leave anybody devastated by her rejection, but beneath that hid a gentle soul that wouldn’t hurt a fly.
Or at least that was Jodie’s interpretation. There were, in fact, three flies in particular that would have disagreed with her assessment. For unbeknownst to Jodie, Angie’s soft voice wasn’t the only secret she was hiding. In truth, Angie had three shrunken people in her possession struggling to free themselves from her clutches.
Mrs. Beth Lambert had always loved being the center of attention in her Introduction to Film History class. So even though that class was under a new teacher, Angie let Beth be front and center on her body. Sandwiched between her massive mammaries, nothing but Beth’s head peeked out against the crushing weight of her soft breasts. The air wasn’t fresh, and it was humid beyond belief, but Angie knew how much pressure she could put on Mrs. Lambert before it’s too much. After all, you don’t keep a person for as many months as Angie has kept Beth without knowing a thing or two about their physical limits.
But Mrs. Lambert’s punishment may well have been considered a reward compared to Emily’s punishment. Since Angie had to get acquainted with Emily’s dirty snatch when she let Duncan use her as a condom, it was really only fair to punish that action in kind. The walls of Angie’s vag squeezed and dribbled on Emily’s tiny body. She knew that any scream she made would be immediately punished, so she stopped herself from speaking out. She couldn’t bear the thought of losing the one bright spot in her capture by this uppity bimbo.
This bright spot, of course, was Duncan. Initially, Angie had wanted to flush him down the toilet like the piece of shit he was, but she thought of an even more fitting punishment that would also let her see the extent of her new powers. Angie had shrunken Duncan down until he was as small to Emily as Emily was to Angie. Then Emily was given Duncan to take care of. Duncan had spent his life treating the women he kidnapped as disposable property. Now he was the shrunken property of a woman, who was herself the shrunken property of somebody else. He was currently being cradled in Emily’s damp compressed arms as she hugged him like a stuffed animal, trying to get her mind off the disgusting situation she was in.
As the teacher was trying to give his lecture, Jodie wrapped her arm around Angie’s shoulder and pulled her in close. Mrs. Lambert felt Angie’s boobs devour her as Jodie’s body pressed Angie’s breasts together. She attempted to scream, but her mouth was covered by a wall of tits. Angie was uncomfortable, but didn’t want to cause a scene in class.
Seeing her initial hesitance as an invitation to go further, she placed her hand down in her lap, which not only made life less comfortable for Angie, but also the two detainees in her private place. This had been a step too far for Angie, who had enough of Jodie’s antics. Angie moved to an adjacent seat further from Jodie. She wished Faith was still around to talk to about all this, but she moved to a different school closer to home after she had been brought back to her original size.
Faith and Angie did out Duncan as their kidnapper, and DNA found in his room matched other victims of the crime. However, even though the police searched for him, they never found Duncan to bring him to justice, for obvious reasons. Faith was reunited with her parents after being missing for so long. Angie was thankful she had only been kidnapped for a week before escaping, since she couldn’t imagine her parents going through what Faith’s parents did. She and Faith talked occasionally, but not that frequently. Angie just wanted to give her space to heal.
After class ended, Jodie went to go hit on the blonde, which went about as well as when she hit on Angie. Angie knew that Jodie was clearly making the women around her uncomfortable and overstepping people’s personal boundaries. She decided she had to do something. Twiddling her ring between her fingers, she went up to Jodie.
“Hey Jodie. I just moved into a new place this fall, and was looking for a new flatmate. You wouldn’t happen to be interested in rooming with me, would you?”
Jodie jumped at the opportunity. She agreed to meet Angie at her place at 4:00. To top it all off, Jodie slapped Angie’s ass as they went their separate ways, leaving a small bruise on her backside. If she had known what would be in store for her, she probably would have shown a bit more restraint. But being fair, Angie really did want to be flatmates with Jodie.
After all, Angie had always preferred flats to sandals anyway.*
And with that, this story has drawn to a close. I’d like to thank everybody who made it all the way to the end of this story. For me, I’ve been writing this story for over a month, and been theorycrafting for it for far longer. I couldn’t be happier with the results.
Now that both my ongoing series are done, I hope you look forward to some of my new projects. I’m going to be experimenting with some stuff that I think you all will really enjoy.
Thank you for watching and enjoy your day! Until next time …
@2ndsolesurvivor Whoa, amazing ending, Duncan got what he deserved and Angie seems to be having her own fun!
Thanks for writing this fun story for all of us, I’m eager to see what you come next with.
@technomage Thanks. This was a blast to write, and I’m happy it came out as good as it did. It actually started out as a far shorter story, but I kept getting more inspired with more and more ideas until this blossomed into the story you see today.
In truth, I’m going to miss writing this story, but it’s time to move on and give everybody the conclusion to this tale. I’m definitely going to do more long series in the future, but I have a few short story ideas in my head that I can’t wait to get started on.
I have another short story coming down the pipe that I’m pretty excited about, so look forward to that one.