My Big Teddy Bear
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Chapter 8: A Civil Discussion
“WHAT!?!?”
“Calm down, honey.”
“No, I won’t calm down! How could you even think this would be an okay idea?”
“Well, let’s face it, honey. We both have needs that we can’t exactly satisfy for each other. Our size difference has pretty thoroughly killed our sex life, and you really hadn’t gotten into any of my attempts to fix it. Don’t you think we both deserve somebody who can fill that hole in our relationship, that’s more… our size?”
“And how the hell do you propose to do that? If you haven’t noticed, there aren’t really any men out there small enough to fit in a pocket!”
“Look, I get what you’re saying, but you’re a resourceful girl. You’ve always had a head for problem-solving, so you can easily figure something out.”
“Theodore, do you even hear the words coming out of your mouth? Are you seriously trying to convince me that you should be allowed to sleep around in our relationship, and I should just ‘figure something out’?”
“What? Of course not! That’s why I asked you about it. I would never sleep with another behind your back. That’s the entire reason we’re talking about it. You should know me better than that by now. If I were the sort of person to just cheat on your marriage, I frankly have more than enough opportunity to do so without getting your opinion about it.”
“And that’s supposed to make me feel better. You want to sleep with somebody else, and I’m supposed to be grateful that you decided to tell me I wasn’t good enough for you!”
“Of course you’re good enough for me. It’s just this one thing I need to be perfectly happy in our relationship. And again, it would go both ways. I’m sure there are plenty of guys that would love to get their hands on a bombshell like you, even if they can’t really get their dick wet, for obvious reasons.”
Gabriella was so upset, it almost felt like all the blood in her body had turned to ice. Her face was beet red, and she was stomping around the living room table with a heaviness that shouldn’t have been possible for a woman of her stature.
“If that’s how you feel about this situation, why don’t we get a divorce? If I can have anybody else I wanted, and you clearly don’t think I can give you what you want, then why even keep this stupid fucking charade up?”
“You really haven’t read our pre-nup agreement recently, have you?”
“So that’s what this is about? You just want my money?”
“No, it’s the other way around. You want my money. Remember when you were trying to open up a branch for SHC in Hong Kong. Well, part of the stipulation on the pre-nup was that any future endeavors embarked by one party and not the other would still be protected by the pre-nup. And that goes both ways. So now all the money I’ve made off my poker career is now completely off the table in a divorce proceeding.”
“Trust me, Teddy, I can live with that!”
“Can you? Remember when we did the math on how long we could live off your savings? Well, that was assuming I would be the one watching over you for the rest of your life. Without me, you would have to hire a caretaker, and that would be expensive. Maybe your injury compensation lawsuit works out for you, but with all the expenses from having to hire a divorce lawyer, paying your caretaker, and buying a new home, would you even still have the money to continue litigating that?”
Gabby was trying to hold back her tears. She didn’t want to look weak even as Teddy shoved her weakness in her face.
“And that’s assuming that you end up with a caretaker that actually takes care of you. At such a small size, somebody could easily take advantage of you. After all, you would be weak, defenseless, and in possession of a lot of money. Who knows what could happen if they decided there was an easier way to get your money!”
Gabby couldn’t take it any more and started bawling her eyes out. She lay down and curled into a ball as the tears rolled down her face and onto the coffee table. Teddy grabbed a tissue and gently dabbed the skin beneath his wife’s eyes.
“There, there. No need to cry. I’m not going anywhere. As long as you’re with me, everything is going to be fine. Just calm down, Gabby. I’m here.”
The words of reassurance rang hollow for the distraught woman laying in the stream of misery pooling against the base of her face from her eyes. Was there really nothing she could do? It felt like all hope was lost.
“I understand your pain. I really do. If there was anything more I could do for you after a divorce, I would. But with the pre-nup my hands are pretty tied. Do you understand? Opening up our relationship is the only way we can both be happy. I’m doing this for you!”
“Fine.”
“What was that?”
“I said ‘fine’! Go ahead! Sleep with whatever bimbo you want! See if I care!”
“Come on, snugglepuff! I know this will take some getting used to, but you’ve gotten used to far weirder things before.”
Theodore left Gabby to give her some alone time. He figured if she had some time to herself, she would realize that he was right. She would realize that he was the best thing to ever happen to her and be grateful he didn’t leave her high and dry. While he waited, though. A hottie had given him her number at the bar the other day. He might as well give her a call.
Gabby couldn’t imagine having a worse day, but as it turns out, things actually could get worse. As soon as Teddy left, Gabby heard a potted plant fall over by the entrance to the dining room. The toppling sound was followed by a skirt making itself seen from beyond the doorway. Wilma started tipping the plant upright when she noticed she had been spotted.
“Uh, I wasn’t eavesdropping or anything. I was just …”
Whatever excuse Wilma had planned to explain her presence had clearly left her head. She sat the potted plant back in place and bolted away.
It seems Gabby had an audience for the most miserable five minutes she could remember.*
How will Gabby deal with the new dynamic of her relationship? Can she escape this hopeless situation? Check back next time to find out!
We have a dialogue heavy entry today. It’s going to feel a bit different that the rest of this previously pretty dialogue-lite series, but I’d love to hear what you think.
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It’s that fine print that will always get you and if she needs a Carer I’ve got some positions she could fill
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Chapter 9: Patricia
Patricia Slush looked down at the scared little woman on the living room table. When Theo had told her about his shrinky-dink wife, she thought he just couldn’t hold his liquor. They’d gotten pretty wasted at the bar last night. But sure enough, there she was in the flesh. Looking her up and down, she could see why Theo was trying to ditch this bitch for a real woman. This cunt probably couldn’t even get the tip of his cock in her mouth without breaking her jaw.
Gabby had never seen this woman in her life. Her haughty, arrogant smirk was nestled within a frame of short red hair and a plethora of piercings. Her orange crop-top left much of her muscular midriff on full display. Her jeans were ripped in several places, but looking at the grease stains on them, Gabby couldn’t imagine those rips were just for fashion. She looked young. Gabby wouldn’t believe the woman was a day over 20 compared to her own age of 29.
Patricia finally spoke her first words with the beleaguered woman of the house. “Hey, bitch! Where’s your hubby? Since you can’t really gargle his balls anymore, I’m here to take a crack at it.”
Patty sat down on the sofa and kicked her beat-up sneakers onto the table. Looking around, the place looked swanky. While she usually made a habit of never sleeping with the same guy twice, how often does a girl get to hang out in a mansion, or see a freak small enough to use her tongue piercing as a dildo? Besides, she already has another guy lined up if things went south.
Gabby didn’t even know what to say to this arrogant bitch. And even if she did know, it was unlikely this mystery woman would listen.
“There you are! Great to see you again, Patty.”
Theodore walked into the living room coated in sweat from working out in his home gym. He took a hand towel to his forehead to clean himself off a bit, but Gabby could smell Teddy from across the room. Patty didn’t mind though. She always liked a little musk on her fuck buddies.
“Theo! About time.”
“Yeah, sorry about that. You’re a little early, and I wanted to get a few reps in before we got down to business.”
Patty and Theo wasted no time undressing each other, caressing each other’s bodies as clothes were removed piece by piece. Gabby was flabbergasted. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Why would Teddy do this in front of her?
When Patty was finally down to just her bra, and Theo was down to not even that, Theo shoved Patty down onto the table. Gabby didn’t even have time to process what was happening before Patty’s round ass collided with her diminutive frame. Both Gabby and Patty were a bit shocked when the tiny woman became encased in a tomb of flesh. Theo pulled apart Patty’s legs and took a few sensual licks, polishing her pussy piercings with her tongue. His licks gave way to practically drinking the fluid straight from Patty’s cunt.
“Oh shlrp Oh Patty! thlpp If my wife wasn’t in my bedroom right now, slp slp I’d lay you out on my bed thrrp and fuck you so bad I’d have to throw away the sheets. *shrrrtp”
That’s when things started to click into place for Gabby. Wilma would have usually taken her back to the couple’s bedroom by now, but because of all the commotion of the guest arriving early, that didn’t happen. Teddy must not know she’s even here stuck under his fling’s ass.
Patty seemed to have caught onto the situation too, since the second Gabby tried to speak up, she felt more of Patty’s weight pressed upon her, muffling any attempt for her voice to reach Teddy.
Patty, on the other hand, was having a blast. This guy’s tongue was almost as good as his dick, and having his frumpy wife trapped beneath her to boot just made it all so much more erotic. She had both members of this couple wrapped around her finger, both for very different reasons. She lifted her ass off the table, but Gabriella was caught in her cheeks. Theo stood up as Patty took his place on her knees. Theo’s cock was already hard as diamond, and ready for action.
Patty started by teasing his slit with her tongue stud. Her piercing traced its way down his thick vein, while her mouth took more and more of her new fuckmate’s dick. She greedily slurped on his sweaty, musky penis as Theo moaned loudly. When it was thoroughly covered in her spit, she bent over the table. Theo mounted her and began to pound her pussy.
Gabriella’s entire world shook as the titans had their fun. With every thrust of Theo’s hips, he crushed his wife inside a bubbly, thick vise. Between the heat, the smell, and the overwhelming pressure, Gabby faded out of consciousness.
When she finally awoke, she was on the floor of the living room sitting in a cold pool of liquid that seems to have dripped down from the cushions, given the huge stain down the front of the couch. Neither Patty nor Teddy were in the living room, but Wilma was taking apart what she could from the couch. Gabby could see why. The couch had been left in a pretty unusable state, and after last night, she probably wouldn’t want to use it if she could.
As Wilma was disassembling the couch, she spotted Gabriella on the floor.
“Oh thank god! There you are! Your husband was asking about you, and I couldn’t find you. I was so worried that the worst could have happened. How did you…”
Wilma saw the liquid dripping from her body and looked at the sofa. She pretty quickly put two and two together and turned as red as a beet.
“Ohgodi’msosorryicompletelyforgotdon’tbemadatmeididn’tmean…”
“Wilma, stop! It’s okay! It’s not your fault.”
It was a bit her fault, but Gabby needed Wilma to calm down to help her. When Wilma stopped hyperventilating, she went to the bathroom and grabbed a wet hand towel so Gabriella could wipe off the drying cum. After a few moments of awkward silence, Wilma tried to lighten the mood.
“So how was it?”
“How was what?”
“You know… That Patricia girl was kind of hot. I heard them a bit from the hallway. I wasn’t snooping! It’s just, it sounded so intense, and you were right there in the room, so close to the action. I can only imagine how hot it must have…”
“Wilma!”
Wilma, realizing she had put her foot in her mouth again, belted out the words ‘I’m sorry’ before charging out of the room crying, leaving Gabby to clean up the mess her husband and his fling made of her.*
Teddy and Gabby’s relationship has crossed the point of no return. Will Gabby ever find happiness in her situation? Is there even hope for her? Tune in next time to find out.
This chapter is both longer and raunchier than usual. I’m curious to hear how people feel about this chapter in particular, since it’s a pretty stark contrast from what we’ve seen out of this story so far.
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@2ndsolesurvivor she has reached the top of the mountain of shame
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@the-big-g She isn’t even at the base of the mountain of shame. Things are going to get better, but they’re also going to get worse.
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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.
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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!
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Looking like Wilma wants her own doll
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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.
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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.
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@2ndsolesurvivor lucky Iggy
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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.
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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.
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Well that’s a open ending bring on the sexual sequel
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@the-big-g Maybe someday. I’m going to be working on some other projects, but I hope to come back to this one.
