Jesse's gigantic, striking blue eyes fill your vision. Your breath catches in your throat and something jams up in your mind, suspending all thought - This is impossible. And yet this is happening. "Wh.. Where.." You struggle to find your voice, and Jesse laughs a little, flicking his golden blond locks out of his eyes with a jolt of his neck.
"This one's cute.. Guess they haven't trained 'im yet.. Hmm.." He says to himself, running his index fingertip up your torso, then lifting your shirt up to peek casually underneath. "I did want a ready-trained pet.. But this one looks pretty good.." he murmurs. You're too horrified to move, so you just stare back at the young superstar, wondering why he's ignoring your question and treating you like.. like a 'toy'.
A woman's voice, sounding distant and muffled, calls out: "Jesse, Vibe FM are on the phone, it's time for your interview!"
"Be right there!" the boy calls over his shoulder, then his slender fingers snake around your body and you're yanked out of your packaging and carried to a broad set of sliding closet doors on the other side of the room.
From your dizzy, shakey persective the room is extravagent in size - even Jesse takes his time walking through the stylishly furnished, elaborately decorated bedroom.
Jesse steps into the walk-in closet, a soft light activating automatically, and, to your horror, stands before a shelf lined with half a dozen glass canisters, each of them containing a tiny man just about your size, and only half of them wearing clothes.
The giant teen idol lifts a lid and dumps you into..
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