This choice: You're going to be her slave! • Go Back...Chapter #4Living life as a slave! by: Froakie   Looking up at your gargantuan size aunt, you wondered what she was going to do. All you had wanted was to get out of that basement. . and now all of this had happened instead. You watched as your aunt eyed you carefully, looking at you in awe.
"Kyle, I've been working on that 'jelly' you ate for quite some time. Why would you eat something like that?"
You explained that Andrea and Samantha had locked you down in the basement and you had nothing to eat for hours.
"Kyle, you need to stand up for yourself more. But, you have always been kind of a pushover. . . I'm not surprised that happened to you."
Feeling the sting of judgement, you looked down at the hips of your aunt. She was wearing a short black skirt with a pair of heels on. Your aunt's sexy curves hugged the skirt tightly, the heels making your already tall aunt look even bigger. At normal height, she must have been 6'5 with those heels.
Even when you were normal-sized, you felt intimidated by Olivia. She always dressed very sensually, but in a very powerful way. Right now, she was wearing a black business shirt and a low-cut white shirt underneath it. The shirt pretty much showed off all of her enormous cleavage, which you had been staring at earlier.
"You just can't stop looking, can you?"
Your Aunt's words brought you back to reality as you stared up at her face. You didn't realize you had started to stare at her enormous breasts again. Your face turned beet-red at the realization.
"I-I. . e-ehh. . " you muttered, not knowing what to say.
"You are so cute when you are confused. Heh heh." the giantess said, giving you a small gentle squeeze in her hand.
Moving over to her study area in her bedroom, Olivia placed you down on the table. Moving her chair closer, the giantess sat down, gently crossing her legs and looking down at you.
"Well well, I suppose you want me to help you get back to normal. I might do that, or I might have other plans for you instead."
Other plans? You were starting to realize that your cousins and aunt were not exactly the kind of people that were very interested in being kind to you. At about this time, Andrea returned, the jar of jelly in hand. You turned to look at her. Here was this bully that had constantly tormented you and now she was the size of a giant!
You couldn't help but notice her breasts were similarly sized to her mother's. Maybe just a little bit smaller in a bit tighter. She was wearing a white low cut T-shirt that was kind of see through and a black bra underneath. Andrea had some dust on her hands from going downstairs, she wiped it off on her tight jean shorts that she was wearing.
"I can't believe the little twerp ate so much of it! I had to get another jar." the giant sized bully exclaimed.
Olivia grabbed the jar and put it down beside your 6 inch body.
"What are we going to do with him now, Mom?"
Olivia smiled, looking at you and not looking back at her daughter.
" I think he's going to get lost in the woods. I don't think he's ever going to go home again. He's ours now, our little slave."
"B-but. . .w-why?" You started out in disbelief.
"Kyle, c'mon. . . look at you. Even before this happened you have been nothing but a disappointment. You ever wonder why your family keep sending you to us so often? They don't want to deal with you. Besides, you'll finally have use here with us."
"So, Samantha and I can keep messing with the twerp even with him being so small?" Andrea asked.
"Of course, and if. . . anything were to happen to him. . . well, accidents do happen."
You watched as the two of them started to laugh. Your horrors had just begun!!   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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