This choice: Her toned legs and gorgeously pedicured, petite flip-flopped feet! • Go Back...Chapter #5Her toned legs and gorgeously pedicured, petite... by: Stepbonk   "I won't give you so much as a meter, not even a nanometer!" you scream for the whole world to hear, not caring whether any neighbours might be concerned about witnessing an Oscar Pistorius incident.
"How about a foot, then?" is the only reply as you're startled by the flash and briefly bathed in the glow. Reflexively extending your arms in a pathetically clumsy attempt to shield yourself, you immediately freeze in a panic, and for an instant the word "foot" lingers in your mind, causing your gaze to drift downwards. While you stare in frightened bewilderment anticipating a change, Kathleen recognizes the objects of your attention and wiggles her toes, showing off their alternating silver and white polish with purple and pink gemstone flower decals dotting her big toes and the slender chains dangling from her left ankle. "Do you like them?" she asks you, a rhetorical question with an obvious answer that you've given her a dozen times before, her being the type to constantly solicit attention to every part of her beautiful body she could get away with (especially her lower extremities). You can't help but think what a stupid question it is for her to ask when you're at imminent risk of dying from the unprecedented use of a world-changing scientific breakthrough, but all the same, you can't help admiring the high arches and perfectly descending digits peaking out at you from behind their thin V-shaped veils, the sole things (no pun intended) Kathleen readily offered you in abundance that your girlfriend from childhood simply couldn't or wouldn't. You had as much trouble getting your girlfriend to sleep without socks in her own bed as she did with you, let alone convincing her to wear sandals in public or kick them off for a massage when the kiss cam hits you at a packed baseball game. Again the paranoia and insecurities race through you from head to toe as you quickly realize those admittedly sexy feet must be utterly enormous to you now, snapping you back into full awareness.
Your eyes dart back up to Kathleen's pretty face, frightened to witness the unintended birth of a goddess. "What the fuck have you done to me?!" you yell to finally break your stunned silence. And that's when you realize that you're not really looking up, the floor is still down below at your feet and Kathleen stands before you at the same 5'2" stature she's held for years. Immediately you feel a wave of relief rushing through your nervous system, determining that the gun must have malfunctioned. Taking charge of the situation, you angrily stomp towards the woman who just shot you and reach your hands out to swipe the gun from her before she can do any more damage. Her swift dodge and retreat doesn't exactly relieve you of your emotions, and once again your voice booms out in fury demanding to know what she's just done even as you move more aggressively towards her once more. "You could have killed me!" you shout, the anger only slightly subsiding now that you realize that you're unaffected and she stops backing away to try reasoning with you instead.
"N-n-n-no, I... I was only going for a little bit, like 90%. See?" Kathleen nervously responds, showing you the corresponding dial on the gun while still carefully retaining possession.
"More like 88%, you stupid little cunt. I can't believe you actually shot me like that, are you fucking insane?" you retort, still unappeased. You said not one nanometer was to be taken off your natural born height, and you meant every word of it. Every picogram of lean body mass in your system was sacred to you, and no one on Earth or beyond has the right to take it away from you no matter how attractive or well-meaning they might be. "You're so lucky it's not working, Kathleen. I was seriously going to smash your face in if anything happened."
With a hint of mischief, Kathleen's eyes suddenly widen in delight and her response to your violent threat catches you completely off guard.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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