Ben Tennyson was not having a good day. The last day of school had gotten off to an ominous start with him being wedgied and left up a tree. Such a feat wasn’t hard for the bullies, given that he was a minizora and only 3 inches tall, but it was still humiliating. A bunch of other little problems built up over the day, all relating to his tiny size. Everything led up to the camping trip that he’d been looking forward to taking with his grandpa Max…which now had a third wheel.
Ben and his cousin, Gwen, had never gotten along. They were just too different. Where he liked to kick back and have fun, she had the nerve to bring her nerdiness along for a camping trip. That was just horrible on so many levels. Worse, she wasn’t immune to bullying him because of his size. If anything, this summer promised to be worse than the regular school year. At least the school bullies were only at school. For the next three months, he and Gwen would be trapped in this tin can.
“A schedule?” asked Ben in disbelief. They’d already boarded into Max’s RV, the Rustbucket. Gwen had just shown off the chart she’d written up to maximize fun over the summer, which Ben found outright offensive. “Summer isn’t about schedules, lame-o. It’s about relaxing and having fun. You do whatever you want because you can, not cuz some stupid schedule says you have to. If that’s your idea of fun, you might as well have gone to summer school and left summer to the cool guys.”
Gwen rolled her eyes down at the tiny boy. “That’s rich. I’m being lectured about cool by the biggest dweeb I know. And believe me, that is one long list.”
Ben scoffed. “Yeah, and I’m certain you spent all morning writing it up, cootie queen.”
“Shut your mouth, geekazoid, before I shut it for you.”
It was Ben’s turn to roll his eyes. “Oh, yeah? How?” he asked mere seconds before Gwen’s face twisted into an evil smirk. Ben tried to call to Max for help, but she’d already snatched him up and covered his mouth.
“How, dweeb? Did you seriously ask that?” Gwen inquired in a whisper. After checking to make sure that Max hadn’t noticed, she snuck back into the RV’s bathroom and locked the door behind her. “I never wanted to come on this stupid camping trip to begin with, yet here I am. We’re both stuck here, so we might as well make the best of it. Know what that means?”
Ben continued to struggle free, but Gwen’s grip was too tight.
“It means, dorkadoofus, that you’re gonna help make this trip tolerable for me, whether you like it or not.” As she explained and kept Ben’s mouth covered, Gwen stealthily relieved the tiny boy of his clothes. That he insisted on taunting her despite knowing that this was coming made Gwen feel justified in these acts of humiliation. If he was too stupid to avoid provoking her, then he deserved everything he had coming.
Gwen snickered as she held onto her naked cousin’s tiny body. She’d seen him like this plenty of times over the years and was well-versed in the different ways of tormenting him. However, since discovering a few websites related to minizora a few months back, she’d secretly been hoping for an excuse to try them out on her dweeb of a cousin. He was tough and could handle just about anything that she threw at him, which left a lot of possibilities open. The only question now was where to start.
1 Keep him in her hands and see what she can get away with?
2 Use her mouth to play with him?
3 Send him into her panties?
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