Billy continued to run and ran into a room and shut the door. He walked over and placed Bob on his dresser. He looked at him through the glass. "This is my room." he told his new toy. "My name is Billy, what's yours?" He waited a second then realized he forgot to take him out for him to answer. "Guess I need to take you out..." he reached up and began fiddling with the top. Finally, Bob thought! Maybe he could reason with this giant boy. Bob heard a hiss like an airlock and felt his weight return to his legs. Billy took the tube and gently laid it on it's side. The boy watched with wide eyes as the tiny figure began to crawl out. This was the first time he had seen him move, and he was fascinated by it! Billy watched as the tiny person before him stood up, and adjusted the small handkerchief around his waist. Bob looked up into the giant's eyes and was shocked. He was staring into the boy's eyes and he into his. The regarded each other for a second and then Bob regained his voice. "Y-you have to help me kid....th-this is crazy!" The boy found the wonder of him being able to speak a new delight.
"What's your name?" Billy asked.
"Bob..." answered the tiny man. "Bob Westly....look kid..." he tried to continue.
"Hi, Bob.", smiled the boy. "We are gonna have a bunch of fun together!"
"I'm not a toy, Billy," Bob pleaded, "I'm a man! I need your help. What Mr. Franz did was wrong. You have to help me!
"You're gonna need better clothes though...", the boy said, obviously not paying attention. The boy reached up and pinched a corner of the cloth around Bob's waist. "This is no good." Billy began to tug on the cloth and Bob grabbed the material. "Billy, no!" The boy stopped. He laughed "What's the matter? Shy?" He stopped tugging on the cloth. "Let me show you your new home, Bob." Billy reached a hand toward Bob with the obvious intention of picking him up. Bob screamed and backed away. Billy paused a moment and realized he scared the little man. The giant boy giggled and continued to move his hand slowly towards the tiny man. Bob's eyes were fixed on the huge hand moving towards him. He could hear the boy giggling the whole time as he chased the new toy around the dresser top. Soon the boy had him cornered at the edge. "Now where you gonna go little guy?" Billy made a move and wrapped his fingers around Bob's waist. This contact made Bob finally realize the horrible situation he was in. A toy for a giant boy. He then screamed to be put down and kicked his legs. Billy lifted him up and watched the tiny person in his grasp. He began to laugh at Bob's antics and suddenly realized his own situation. He now had a tiny man that was his to do with as he pleased. No longer having to listen to this particular adult. He was the adult here!
Billy carried the kicking and screaming man across the room to his new home. He placed Bob down in a room that appeared to be his size. Bob quickly scurried to the farthest corner of the room with eyes never leaving Billy. Billy knelt down and looked in. The room was sparsely decorated. was one room with a bed, chair and table, and a nightstand with a light. What also caught his eye was that in the same room was a toilet that faced, what he now noticed was a glass wall that was the whole front of the room. Billy was now looking in through the glass front at his captive. "Do you like it?", he asked. His reply was Bob pleading to be let out, which Billy just giggled at. There was another disgrace to be had....seeing the toilet made little Bob realize he had to go...badly. "I need to go to the bathroom." he yelled. A broad smile crossed Billy's face. The boy tapped on the glass in front of the toilet. "I'm not going in there! Let me out!", Bob demanded. "Then I guess you don't go, little guy.", came Billy's response. "But you better not go anywhere else in there or I'll have to punish you." Bob shook at the words he was hearing. Which in turn made him need to go even more.
Bob slowly walked over to the toilet. He examined it and found it to be basically a Dixie cup with a drain. There was no seat, so he had no idea how to sit on it. He would have to stand. He looked at the huge face watching his every move with wide-eyed wonder. "I need privacy! Turn around!", Bob yelled angrily. Billy smiled and shook his head. "Nope. I wanna see." He giggled more, but never left eye contact. Bob refused to be humiliated like this. But his bladder was overflowing. Who knows how long he was in suspended animation by that damn Franz! Finally he had to go NOW. Bob lifted up his cloth enough to go, but still tried to hide his privates from the boy. He began to urinate into the cup-toilet, and felt a rush of relief. He opened his eyes to see Billy giggling. Bob's face ran deep red. Billy edged closer to the glass and tilted his head sideways to try and see up the cloth at where the tiny stream was coming from, but Bob positioned himself to avoid it. When he was done Bob backed away and pulled his cloth down. Billy groaned in disappointment at not seeing anything and the end of the show. "That was fun, Little Bob. I'll need to give you lots more to drink!" With this he laughed, and further embarrassed Bob.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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