Summary: Miss April May, personal secretary to the CEO of information-gathering agency Bluecorp, has a problem.
Or rather, her boss has a problem - a certain rising-star defence lawyer by the name of Mia Fey has come to represent a threat to Bluecorp, and such threats need dealing with.
Miss April May is the solution. With a strange piece of experimental technology entrusted to her, April shrinks Mia Fey to a much, much less troublesome size, and suddenly the studious secretary has a new pet all to herself.
And as a bonus, Mia's younger sister is dragged along with her as well...

(cover art by @WallyNoddle on Twitter)
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Categories: Giantess,
Young Adult 20-29,
Breasts,
Body Exploration,
Butt,
Entrapment,
Feet,
Humiliation,
Insertion,
Instant Size Change,
Watersports Characters: None
Growth: None
Shrink: Lilliputian (6 in. to 3 in.)
Size Roles: F/f
Warnings: Following story may contain inappropriate material for certain audiences
Challenges: None
Series: Ace Attorney Size Adventures - Side Stories
Chapters: 5
Completed: No
Word count: 17757
Read: 18035
Published: November 09 2023
Updated: November 05 2024
1. April's Assignment by InstantMistake
2. Two in the Deal by InstantMistake
3. The New Place by InstantMistake
4. Ground Rules by InstantMistake
5. Time to Talk by InstantMistake
April's Assignment by InstantMistake
Author's Notes:
(been a while, but here comes a new Ace Attorney size story! Fair warning, this one will get dark.)
One
startup CEO, male, 30 years old, 2014. Killed by his business partner
in an apparent heated argument. Business partner was arrested and
convicted, but refused to give detailed testimony as to the reason
the argument began.
Two
state senators, male and female, 44 and 41 years old. Both suicides.
One
prominent radio host, female, 29 years old. Officially missing,
presumed dead.
Mia
Fey flipped through these three latest additions to her folder once
more before setting them down.
Some
people would call what she was assembling a murder board. She
preferred keeping her discoveries, connections, and leads in this
personal case of hers organized in a neat series of private folders.
Maybe it didn’t
match the iconic imagery, but it was
tidier, and it avoided possible awkward looks from prospective
clients who might come to her law office for help.
27
years old, Mia was a comfortably experienced and skilled defence
attorney. With her own law office, a living space in the apartment on
the little building’s
third floor above, and a promising, good-natured pupil who had
acquitted his first-ever client with flying colours one month prior,
she had made a place for herself in Los Angeles even with the issues
and pitfalls it had taken to get here.
Phoenix
Wright, her former client turned-protégé,
had left the office at the end of the work day a few hours ago. Mia
had invited him to a late dinner, so he would be coming back soon to
meet up with her. Half the purpose of the dinner was to finally give
Phoenix a chance to meet her younger sister Maya, who was eager to
meet (and definitely to start teasing) the pupil Mia had told her
quite a bit about. Maya was also on her way over.
Mia’s
phone buzzed. She was halfway through brushing a lock of her brown
hair out of her face as it happened, and she blinked in momentary
confusion when she didn’t see the phone on her desk. Realizing
she’d tossed a newspaper over top of it without noticing, she dug
it out.
There
was a text from Maya. [got
a burger, be there rly soon]
Mia
laughed, putting her phone aside. Of course her sister would make
sure to pick up something to eat before arriving for a dinner.
The
newspaper, which Mia left there on her desk, sat under a beam of
light streaming in through the office’s
window. It was just the time of evening at which the sun, on its way
down, briefly shone straight into the room around the corner of the
towering hotel which stood opposite Mia’s much less towering
office.
Where
the beam of dwindling sunlight fell, the paper displayed an article
about the recent and very abrupt shutdown of a scientific research
firm.
In
the Buried Bean coffee shop, half a block down the road from the Fey
and Co. Law Offices, another woman sat with one hand twirling a straw
through a glass of iced coffee, and the other hand winding through a
lock of her hot-pink hair.
Miss
April May was having a very strange work day. As personal secretary
to the esteemed CEO of “information
conglomerate” Bluecorp, April’s average work day was a lot of
reviewing packets of personal and sensitive information from the
company’s many “clients”, making calls to those people when
necessary to remind them of their debts to the company to ensure the
continued secrecy of that information, and documenting any other
items and resources received from clients in place of cash.
Today,
she was doing none of those things. In a bag on the café’s
floor, next to her seat, April had a small device which just happened
to be one such piece of collateral; it looked more than a little bit
like some weird sci-fi movie ray gun, and she’d been more than a
little confused when her boss had told her to take it from its
delivery box and keep it with her.
The
box had come from the personal lab of some weird inventor or
something - maybe he was a doctor? Whatever he was, apparently the
strange little gun-thing was something he had made, and after a few
disputes about recent payments he was supposed to have made to
Bluecorp, it had been taken from him instead. The situation had
gotten worse until the whole research place he worked in had shut
down entirely.
(So
now I’ve
got the weird science gun.)
April’s
boss had given her a set of instructions for the day: Ms. Mia Fey,
some kind of lawyer, worked in an office near here. She wasn’t a
Bluecorp client, but according to the boss, she knew a few things she
shouldn’t have known, and so it was April’s job today to go on a
trip over to her office and make sure those things Mia Fey knew never
became a problem for the company.
April
didn’t
make a habit of showing that she wasn’t as ditzy as her boss
clearly believed she was. He knew she made a great secretary, but he
also pretty obviously thought she was a total airhead outside of
that.
She
was not a total airhead. April could tell easily that beneath all of
his big-headed blustering, her boss was internally freaking out about
whatever it was that Mia Fey had learned, and he was so desperate to
eliminate the potential problem that he was more than willing to
throw his secretary into a whole lot of possible danger with the law
to get it done. If anything went wrong, he was probably ready on five
seconds’
notice to destroy all traces that April May had ever been an employee
of Bluecorp.
Her
iced coffee was nearly empty. It was time to go.
April
got up from her seat, leaving the last of her drink behind.
Underneath the weird device in her bag was a light, grey windbreaker,
which she withdrew and threw on over her pink blazer before strolling
out the door. She headed for the front doors of the Fey and Co. Law
Offices, still thinking with irritation back to the fact that her
boss was putting her in way more danger than he would ever take on
for himself.
To
her surprise, the front door was unlocked. Going in, she found a
short entry hall with a stairway leading up to the second floor. Just
past the top of the stairs, a door on the left sat beside a small
plaque with the office’s
name stamped on.
Go
inside, find Mia Fey, use the weird science gun on her, and then take
her out of the office and leave.
The instructions sounded crazy, and if the little device in April’s
bag could really do what she’d been told it could do, things would
only get crazier…
She
almost knocked on the door. Shaking her head and trying the doorknob,
she found the entry to the actual office also unlocked. This whole
thing felt off, and for about two seconds April mentally considered
the idea that she was being set up. Whatever; she just needed to spot
Mia Fey in here, that was her first step. April withdrew the weird
device from her bag, glancing it over one more time. She remembered
the quick explanation of how to use it, but a lot of her mind was
still telling her it was crazy to believe it would actually work when
she followed those directions.
The
office was on the small side. April scoffed at the cheap couch,
blown-up movie poster on the wall, and general desperate tidiness of
the place. Did Ms. Mia Fey get so little work that she had time to
obsessively clean every inch of the place but also needed to skimp on
the decor?
There
was another door nearby, and April could see light from beneath it.
There; that was where Ms. Fey was. Putting all of her hopes on the
lawyer beyond the door being alone at the moment, April approached.
For a moment she wondered about actually directly confronting Mia to
get more of a reaction, but dropped the idea. It was better to be as
quick as possible here.
April
faltered, thinking she had just heard something from somewhere behind
her. Momentary panic flashed in her mind; sure, nobody else had been
in the building when she entered, but there was no guarantee of no
one else coming in behind her.
Just
be quick, she repeated to herself. With her fingers closing tight
over the strange item in her hand, April raised the gun while her
free hand pulled open the door to the next room.
For
a second she saw tall bookcases, a potted plant, a large window with
its blinds mostly closed, and then…
“Er-
who are—“
Mia
Fey didn’t
make it through another syllable. April had trained the gun on her
the instant she saw the lawyer, and squeezed the trigger less than a
thought later.
And
then Mia Fey was gone.
Not
killed, gone;
like she had instantly turned invisible, a light switch flashing her
out of existence, she just disappeared from April’s
view with only the briefest flash of light. April froze, somehow
feeling stunned. It looked so far like the gun had done exactly what
it was supposed to, but…
Still
she struggled to believe it had really just happened. With her heeled
shoes silent on the carpet of the office, April walked to Mia’s
desk. All over it were pages with newspaper clippings, notes, photos
- April only faintly acknowledged any of them. She was far more
interested to look down at where Mia had just been, behind the desk.
Mia
Fey sat on her office chair, legs splayed and her hands braced to the
cushion at her sides. She was barely over two inches tall.
With
her heart thudding aggressively in her chest, April stared. It had
actually worked; just like she’d
been told, the gun in her hand had just shrunk
Ms. Mia Fey to a size smaller than a doll. The now-miniaturized
defence attorney was staring up at April above her, her tiny face too
small to read an expression any more specific than “utterly
dumbfounded”. Some of her lengthy dark-brown hair had fallen out of
place, now hanging awkwardly over part of her face.
You
could pick her right up,
a corner of April’s
mind told her. Yes, she could
just grab Mia Fey off her chair and carry her right out of here.
Exactly how she’d
been meant to “remove” Mia from the place was clear now.
“H-how
did-… I-I’m…!!”
April
had her free hand hovering a little over Mia Fey’s
position, and it twitched as she nearly cracked up laughing at the
sound of the newly-diminished defence attorney’s voice. Mia had a
confident, clear voice with a tone of gentle, dependable authority.
… Or
at least it sounded as if she would
have had that tone, if her reduction in size didn’t
make her sound like someone had their TV speakers turned much too far
down. Despite the importance of the job she’d been sent here to do,
April felt a sudden, bubbling urge to poke fun at her shrunken victim
and tease her. She was about to poke a fingertip at Mia when she
suddenly heard a noise from somewhere behind her and locked up, her
body going instantly still.
Glancing
back at the office door she had come through barely fifteen seconds
ago, April only had to listen for a brief moment before she heard
another sound and became immediately alarmed. Footsteps - there was
someone else coming into the office.
She
moved quickly; her fingers closed around Ms. Mia Fey’s
puny body. It felt unbelievably strange to effortlessly scoop the
diminished defence lawyer right up in her grip. Whoever had just
arrived in the office could be heard moving around; April kept quiet
on her way to the door she’d just come through, and pushed her back
up against the wall.
Beyond
the door, a voice called out. “Sis?
Are you still busy in there? C’mon, let’s get going, I’m
starved!”
Mia’s
sister, then? April very quietly swore, her mind running the risk of
turning to panic. She could run, bolting past the newcomer and just
getting the hell out of the office as quickly as possible. Still,
hot-pink hair, a similarly pink blazer showing off a deep pit of
cleavage - she didn’t exactly style herself in a “forgettable”
way; anyone who saw her rushing out of here would remember her
appearance, especially when her presence here coincided with the
sudden “disappearance” of the office’s owner.
She
almost jumped at a sudden sound from her hand; Mia had been so
stunned by her sudden trespasser and instantaneous reduction in size
that she’d
been nearly silent in the moments since, but now she was trying to
yell. Her frozen state of shock had also given way to a furious
squirming in April’s grip. April’s fingers around her were
muffling the puny lawyer’s voice, but it wasn’t something she
could just let continue.
A
bold move entered April’s
mind.
“Sis,”
the voice in the other room said again, a cheery laugh in the
inflection.
At
the same moment as she heard the voice again, April brought the hand
holding the struggling Mia Fey to her chest. With a solid shove, she
pressed Mia’s
puny body down against the expanse of cleavage in her unbuttoned top,
and her middle finger shoved the shrunken defence lawyer out of sight
entirely.
April
had no time to reflect on the fact that she’d
just stuffed an entire person down between her prominent breasts;
Mia’s sister was still speaking in the other room, and most likely
approaching the door.
“Unless
that dweeby new guy you hired is gonna be crazy late or something,”
With
Mia stuffed out of sight, April swung her body away from the office
wall and pivoted to a position directly in the open doorway, raising
her other hand with the strange gun directed forward.
“O-oh,
uh--“
April
had a fleeting moment to take in the appearance of Mia Fey’s
apparent sister; short, mousy, with very
long black hair, and - what the hell was that getup she was wearing?
Then
the instant was gone as April’s
finger squeezed the gun’s trigger again and the girl before her
vanished, just as rapidly as her sister. April’s eyes swept to the
carpeted floor, and after a blink she spotted the puny figure she was
looking for. Striding forward, her pink heels still silent on the
floor, April arrived to stand over the second person she’d shrunk
in the last minute.
She
peered down for a second or two; she could feel a surging rush all
over her body now, and her heart was thundering in her chest. Mia Fey
had been reduced to a little squirming tickle between her tits, and
down past them, on the office floor, an equally puny figure was lying
in a heap in the fibres of the carpet and staring back up at her,
frozen completely. April could barely imagine how she had to look
from down there right now, towering over the shrunken girl like a
huge, gorgeous statue. Two people, both zapped instantly down to a
size smaller than her thumb.
Stooping
to the floor and closing her fingers easily around the puny figure of
Mia’s
sister, April carried her away from the carpet as she stood up, and
after a second or two to dangle the helpless little thing before her
face for a look, April stuffed her away in her top with her lawyer
sister. One more human being now reduced to a weak tickle down her
shirt, and finally April’s mind was starting to wind down from the
racing string of impulsive decisions she had been on since entering
this office.
This
part of the job was done. April hastily tucked the weird shrinking
gun back into her bag, and her thoughts refocused. She had to leave,
and be quick about it. Then it was back to see the boss and find out
where this whole thing went next.
Stepping
back out of the office and snapping the door shut behind her, April
looked around.
She
could still feel both of her new captives squirming between her
breasts, out of sight, and it tickled.
Heading
to the stairs, she went down and was relieved to find the entryway to
the little building still vacant. Considering when Mia’s
sister had arrived, there couldn’t have been more than about a
minute’s difference from when she got in for herself. Bad luck had
nearly thrown this entire thing out the window, and she felt another
stab of anger at her boss putting her at so much personal risk while
he sat back in his office a few dozen floors above here and a mile
away.
Outside
again, April went the opposite direction from the coffee shop she’d
been in just minutes prior. Her car was a short walk away.
Someone
passed her; it was hard to miss the bizarrely spiky black hair and
blue suit. Had she spotted a pink
tie? It was a fashion choice she could get behind. Whoever the guy
had been, he had been in a hurry, double-checking (or maybe
triple-checking) his watch as he passed by her.
April
shrugged to herself and continued to her car, getting there after a
couple of minutes of walking. Once she was in her seat, she finally
gave a long sigh. Her shoulders sagged, and her lips twisted into a
grin. Off without a hitch.
… Well,
alright, there had been one hitch; the plan hadn’t included Ms. Mia
Fey’s sister suddenly making an appearance, but now she was coming
along for the ride, too.
Just
what kind of ride that would be, April could only wonder. Wonder, and
greatly
anticipate.
End Notes:
(I hope you enjoyed this starting point! Things will not be pleasant for our unfortunate Fey sisters.)
(Please leave a comment! It's a huge help for me.)
Two in the Deal by InstantMistake
Author's Notes:
(Didn't think I'd have to take so ridiculously long to get a second chapter out for this, but anyway, here it is! Hope you enjoy.)
The
way that April's hands moved to get her car started was almost
automatic; after
strolling into Ms. Mia Fey's office, reducing her and
some other pipsqueak to such a small size she could easily stow them
away between her tits,
and then just walking right back out, she'd felt energized inside and
out in a way she couldn't remember ever experiencing. While that
adrenaline
high was ebbing away now as April settled into the familiar seat of
her car, she felt something else. There was a sense of... she
couldn't put the right words to it. It was like... if she called for
something, she would get it. If she told someone what to do, they
wouldn't hesitate to carry out the command. It was--
"Hey...!"
April's
voice came out in one startled breath at the sensation of the tiny
lump she could feel between her breasts suddenly tickling her much
more noticeably than it had before now.
She
found herself staring down at her chest. The moment she realized, she
jerked back and forth in sudden paranoia that someone outside her car
would be looking at her.
No
one. Light traffic was moving and a few people were out on the
sidewalk or moving into or out of their cars, but no one seemed to be
looking in her direction. Her car's engine was softly rumbling
beneath anyone's attention.
Composing
herself again, April bit her lip and shifted her shoulders in such a
way as to press her ample breasts together a little.
"You
two settle down in there..."
A
laugh bubbled out of her mouth as she finished the sentence. The
absurdity of there being two
people
trapped helplessly between her boobs alone made it tough not to
giggle. Mia Fey the defence attorney was a persistent and...
troublesome
obstacle in her boss's way, or at least she had
been until a few minutes ago; now she was a squirming little nothing
too weak to even escape April's cleavage. And that mousy-looking girl
who was apparently her younger sister couldn't make a difference down
there either.
It
still wasn't easy to really take in the truth of the "field
work" her boss had sent her on today, but she could make it
work. Now, all she needed to do was get back to the office at
Bluecorp and drop off her... passengers.
Every
synapse of Mia's brain was screaming.
Four
minutes ago, she'd been seated in her office. Maya had been due to
arrive any minute. Someone had suddenly walked in, and the
expectation of her younger sister turned to a flash of surprise and
confusion before her mind adjusted to the stranger.
...
The aggressively pink-haired
stranger, who had an arm raised to point something at her, like--
That
had been the last moment Mia Fey had the opportunity to spend in
anything resembling a clear state of mind. A momentary flash of
light, a barely-perceptible split-second sensation
of something
all over her body, and then Mia had found herself lying on her
backside, hands at her sides, blinking at her warped surroundings.
Her
chair, her desk – they were the same, but they weren't. She was
seeing the material of her office chair close-up, and her view was
completely beneath
the desk, which for that matter now looked like a strange building.
Then
her entire body seemed to run cold as a shadow fell over her. A
figure like a moving tower appeared, blocking out the somehow-distant
ceiling light. The figure of the pink-and-white-wearing woman who had
just come into her office was looking down at her from shockingly
high above, her features finally clear to Mia now that she had a few
stunned seconds to take them in.
Something
in her mind connected.
"H-how
did-... I-I'm...!!"
Her
voice,
usually clear and even-tempered,
sounded like a shocked child, and Mia almost choked at the sight of a
massive and delicate-looking hand looming over her. Any further words
died in her throat.
She
could hear a sound above like someone almost starting to laugh, and
her attention moved back from the huge hand to the face of the woman
it belonged to. Young, probably early 20s; bubblegum-pink hair in a
cheery bob, reddish-brown eyes, bright complexion, and... Mia's
stomach lurched slightly when her wide-eyed gaze drifted down to a
mostly-unbuttoned pink blazer which framed cleavage so unabashedly
immodest she could begin to see the woman's stomach.
Mia
was still struck speechless when the intruder extended one huge
fingertip toward her. Her senses finally realigned just enough that
she was about to move from her awkward fallen position, but then the
pink-haired woman froze in place. The huge, brown eyes flicked
backward, away from Mia. Mia herself blinked, wondering if she'd
missed a sound from somewhere.
Then,
she was abruptly encircled by the huge fingers of the menacing hand
looming before her, and before Mia could move or say another word,
she was being squeezed in the huge woman's grip. She
was immobilized, trying immediately to begin struggling but realizing
with awful clarity that she couldn't move anything
above her knees.
In
the next few seconds, Mia lined up three thoughts. One, no matter how
impossible she wanted to believe it had to be, she had just been
shrunk
in size. Two, whoever this woman was, Mia could not
allow herself to be taken captive by her.
Three,
Maya had arrived.
Mia
had only been able to register her younger sister's voice as a
muffled sound from outside the pressing walls of this gigantic
woman's fist, but Maya was unmistakable.
With
her legs dangling uselessly below her and her arms pinned to her
sides, Mia began to struggle however she could. Her shoulders jerked
around and her knees bumped against and dug into the oversized
fingertips she could feel curling in against them. Her face was
pressed sideways with a cheek solidly against another of the woman's
fingers, but Mia could tell her mouth was almost exposed to the air.
There was a gap separating the huge digits right about at the level
of her chin.
Her
heart was pounding frantically in her chest, and Mia began to shout
Maya's name. Instantly she felt the fist closed around her twitching,
and she intended to redouble her efforts to squirm and make herself
heard, but then the world shook into violent motion.
Mia
felt all the air in her lungs being forced out all at once as she was
slammed painfully against a soft surface. She made a pitiful groan,
with nothing left for a louder sound, and in the instant before she
could recover from the impact, something violently dug into her lower
back, pressure forcing her downward.
A
second later, she understood – she'd just been shoved right down
into the intruder's cleavage, and as Mia grasped this, another awful
chill shook all across her body.
She'd
just become so small that she could be stuffed down this woman's top
and find herself completely entrapped, as she now did, between
her breasts.
Mostly
upside-down, with her legs now awkwardly sticking up at differing
angles away from one another, all Mia could feel was warm pressure
against what seemed like every inch of her body. The huge and
gently-moving breasts of her captor held her like a vice,
only exchanging the solid metal for the softness of the woman's body,
shuddering a little with her breaths;
Mia
could barely move, and now even shouting was proving too great a
challenge. With her own breasts solidly pressed to one of the warm
walls pinning
her, Mia could tell that getting a decent breath in was essentially
impossible. She tried to scream anyway, her voice just uselessly
muffled by the generous hillside of titflesh she was up against.
She
groaned at the feeling of her captor moving. The shifting of her
breasts dragged Mia back and forth just enough that she could feel
her clothes and skin being forced one way and then the other, and the
sensation only made the intense warmth pressing in around her even
worse.
This
couldn't possibly be happening, it was the insane and nonsensical
stuff of kids' cartoons. Like a vivid and deeply disturbing dream,
but even as Mia squeezed her eyes shut and willed herself to wake up
again, nothing changed. She couldn't--
Something
suddenly collided with her again, and Mia felt somebody kicking and
thrashing right in front of her. A feeling like an icicle stabbing
into her and being driven right through her entire body drove all
other thought from her mind. Everything faded away into distant white
noise aside from the single horrible, ringing fact that was now
screaming its way to the front of her mind.
Maya.
Maya
had been shrunk, too.
Listening
to her younger sister stammer and sputter through muffled, terrified
pleas to know what was going on, who their captor was, where Mia's
protégé was – it was all Mia could do not to scream and collapse
into a shuddering wreck. She had to hold together.
She
bit back curses and terrified "I don't know"s in equal
measure. In front of her but no more capable of wriggling herself
free was Maya, her sister. Her sister, who she needed to protect, to
ensure could
be spared their family's usual life of turmoil.
Her
sister who was in exactly the same inexplicable and terrifying mess
as she was now.
"Maya,"
she tried to say, unsure of how clearly it could be understood with
her voice so muffled. She didn't stop herself swearing this time,
muttering a string of equally-muted curses into the oppressive mass
of her captor's tit against her face. Mia squirmed, trying furiously
to shift one of her arms enough to find Maya's hand.
There.
With strenuous effort, she managed to close a light grip over her
sister's fingers. Maya twitched at the contact, but then squeezed
back.
For
a short time they could only wait, and eventually the motions of the
gigantic young woman carrying them both stopped. In a flash of
frantic energy, Mia began to squirm and struggle, trying to somehow
claw her way out of this crushing hold that the woman's breasts had
on her and Maya. Maya got moving as well. Above, there was a brief,
muffled sound like a startled voice.
The
pressure on Mia's body suddenly intensified. Every inch of her tiny
frame,
already being squeezed to near-immobility, began to feel so painfully
compressed that she fully expected for a moment that she would simply
be crushed outright.
But
then it stopped, and Mia sagged uselessly in place, absolutely no
closer to freedom or safety than she'd been ten seconds ago. She felt
Maya's grip on her hand tighten up again, having loosened as the
pressure on them redoubled. Maya's hand was shaking.
The
muffled voice spoke up from above again for a second. Another cold,
stabbing feeling sunk into Mia's chest at the unmistakable sound of
her captor giggling.
The
enormous breasts pressing in on her shuddered with the sound.
Minutes
began to pass. With
no other option,
Mia and Maya both found themselves horribly, terrifyingly resigned to
the complete unknown of what was going to happen to them now.
Strolling
away from her car, pink heels confidently clicking
on the pavement of Bluecorp's private parking area, April moved along
with a thin smile across her face.
The
company tower's main parking garage was a nasty, overcrowded mess
that April loved not having to deal with. As the CEO's personal
secretary and general assistant, she was the only regular member of
Bluecorp besides her boss himself not made to park in it. A few
additional spaces beside where she'd parked were reserved exclusively
for the company's VIP "clients", as they were called. It
made a statement, her boss liked to say, for them to have such a
lux... what was the word he used? It wasn't "luxurious",
because that was an actual word.
Redd White, CEO of the information-gathering conglomerate Bluecorp,
had his own ideas about words.
"Luxifferent".
That was the one. Why the old weirdo couldn't just say "nice"
was for anyone to guess. Anyone who wasn't April, anyway.
April
stepped into the elevator once the doors opened. An express elevator
built solely to go up to Redd White's top-floor office and back down
again, and to be used, like the private parking area, by only him,
his secretary, and his VIP clients.
Her
two "passengers" hadn't made any trouble since she'd gotten
driving. April could still feel them both twitching around a little
in the depths of her cleavage, but she was getting used to it. She
looked idly around the high-speed elevator as it made its way up its
familiar path to just outside the doors of her boss's office.
At
the ding,
the doors slid open and April walked out. The office doors were
closed. She knocked, and after a few seconds...
"I
saw your impendicating approach, my dear Miss May, do let yourself
in!"
She
entered.
Redd
White's office was... well, it was disgusting. April would never have
said it out loud, she knew who she worked for, but she hated this
office and was happy to spend nearly all of her work day seated at a
desk just outside
of it. She always felt an urge to hold her breath when she had to
come inside.
Bluecorp
CEO Redd White himself was seated in his overpriced chair behind his
indescribable desk. The desk was supported mostly by two polished
wood-carved human figures, seated on the ground with their knees
raised and their arms encircling their legs. It was unbelievably
weird.
White
waved a hand lazily in April's direction. He was slouching in his
chair with his other arm's elbow against the armrest and his head
lightly tilted into his raised fist.
"Miss
May," he said in his drawling, used-car-salesman voice. "I
so dearly appreciate your punctuacarity in making such a speedy
return."
It
was only because having Redd White for an employer was such a
profitable opportunity, and because he was absolutely terrifying that
April never made a point to voice any of her thoughts about his
incredibly stupid and weird way of speaking. He acted like real words
were beneath
him somehow. His airy and self-important blustering attitude was
something that April knew extremely well concealed an absolutely
ruthless piece of work who had made his fortune on wilfully
destroying the lives of anyone worth squeezing money from.
“Um…
yeah.” She moved
across the office and stopped a few feet short of White’s desk.
“And
you were successful, of course?” White prompted her. He gave a
showy grin that made her want to hit something. “As you must
remember, it is vital that we be prudentious in the removal of any…
obstacles that Bluecorp may face.”
April
again became extremely aware of the two small and twitching figures
stowed down her top. She’d been on enough of a rush not to think
that much about it, but her boss hadn’t said a word about…
“eliminating” anyone besides Mia Fey. She gave a jerky nod,
freezing up when she’d meant to respond.
Another
annoying grin from her boss. “Our dear company was facing quite a
large
problem, but
by now I'm sure you've made it a much smaller one? So small and so
insignificated as
to be removed entirely from play?"
April
found her balance. She probably didn't need to be concerned. Really,
her boss owed her a whole lot for taking care of this problem without
him needing to take one step out of his office. "Yep. That
lawyer lady's not gonna be any trouble for you anymore," she
said. With one hand, she moved to retrieve her passengers from inside
her top.
Maya
squeaked in surprise when light suddenly spilled in from above where
she was trapped, and the warm, crushing walls holding her loosened up
on her.
"Maya!"
her sister's strong voice sounded. She felt Mia's arm collide with
her, trying for a secure grip, and she latched on. With both arms
clutching at the one Mia had extended to her, Maya held on as tightly
as she could.
Mia
was wrenched into the air, and Maya almost cried out at the feeling
of her own body lurching upward with her. Then they were hovering out
in the open air, Maya dangling from her older sister's arm. At least
they weren't stuck between their giant kidnapper's boobs
anymore, but this wasn't a great situation either. She
took in a breath of cool air and tried to look around. The
suddenly-harsh light around her forced her eyes shut for a few
seconds.
When
Maya opened her eyes, she felt her stomach drop all over again.
"Sis?"
Mia
was staring with her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open, at...
something. Maya followed her gaze, and
it landed on a sight that made her body jolt so violently that she
nearly let go of Mia's arm.
Ahead
of them, across a frighteningly large distance in some office room
that now looked much too big, like everything else, was...
(R-Redd
White...!!)
Maya
was frozen. If
she'd
had been afraid before, it seemed tame now. There in front of where
she and Mia were dangling in the air, leaning comfortably across a
huge desk and giving an almost demonic smirk, was the man who had
destroyed the life and reputation of Maya's mother, Misty Fey. The
man who had leaked to the public a half-true story that sent the
entire Fey Clan's reputation into a death spiral fifteen years ago,
and who had caused Misty Fey to disappear from public view and all
contact with her daughters.
They'd
been taken right to him.
April
was almost relaxed now. Nothing was wrong at all. Mr. White had
laughed in surprise at the news that Ms. Mia Fey's sister had been
brought along as well, but
now he was swelling with such relief and satisfaction that it was
hard to imagine anything that could upset his ego for the rest of the
day. The whole week, really.
Something
occurred to her. "So, what do I do with them?" she asked.
The two shrunken women she'd taken from Mia Fey's little office were
still just adorably dangling from her hand, the smaller one clinging
to her sister's arm like a little kid. April glanced at her boss's
desk for a second.
"Here?"
White said in amusement, apparently noticing her glance. "No,
no, my dear Miss May, of course I don't want them here. Permit me to
reductalize
my speechifying down to the simplest level: take those two pests and
make sure I never see or hear a thing from them again." He
lazily shifted back into his chair. "To
be frank, do
whatever you like with them!"
April
blinked. At
her boss's words, a feeling had begun to flash to life inside her
again. Almost a burning kind of sensation.
"Just... take them?" she asked.
For
once she could tolerate Mr. White's sparkling grin. "Most
certainly, my esteemed secretariat; on this day, you've done Bluecorp
such a service it defies all descriptory efforts! But,
ah – where have my manners gone? For you I think we must solidify
the greatest material rewards which come to hand! As thanks for your
work today, I think... yes, an
enheightened domicile suited to your own preferences, and a healthy
leave of paid absence from your usual duties. What, after all, is a
life without a happy home, and what is a home without the time to
enjoy its furnishings?"
She
couldn't always do it, but April felt fairly confident she was
following the ridiculous blustering of her boss at the moment. Unless
she was way off, Mr. White was... well, she almost didn't believe it.
He was going to give her a new place to live, and a paid vacation.
It
wasn't like her current apartment wasn't good enough, but
there always came a time when a girl wanted more. If Mr. White was
going to give her an entirely new and better apartment than her
Bluecorp salary already allowed her, she wasn't going to turn it
down.
Almost
without thinking about it, April brought the pair of shrunken sisters
back to her chest level and shoved the two of them back down into the
comfortable hold of her cleavage. She stifled a giggle at the feeling
of the smaller one's feet pushing out past her breasts from below and
wriggling around.
She
and her boss spent a few minutes discussing the particulars of her
reward for the day's work, and when April was back in the elevator
down to the parking garage, she finally realized that her whole body
was shaking just a little.
A
new apartment – actually, scratch that, a top-floor
penthouse
in one of the nicest buildings in this stretch of the city, fully in
her name, and four
months
of freedom from work, with her full pay. A raise,
actually.
April
May was a good secretary, she'd always felt like she deserved more
cash for it, but... wow.
Glancing
down and using two fingers to separate her breasts just enough that
she could see Ms. Mia Fey's tiny little face staring up in fury at
her, she giggled. "Well," she said, "why don't I get
you girls home with me? I think you'll love the new place~..."
End Notes:
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The New Place by InstantMistake
Author's Notes:
(Wow, do I hate how long it took to get myself focused on this story again. Apologies to anyone who read the earlier couple chapters ages ago! Anyway, I think we're back in business for real progress here.)
Mia
Fey, Mia Fey, Mia Fey; April's mind had flashed back to the same
image more times than she bothered to track. A
look of startled confusion on the face of a very
good-looking woman, followed by the strange, impossible sight of that
same woman reduced to an
adorably small size, and left in a stunned heap on the seat of her
own office chair.
April's
trip
to her new place was
driven as much by the GPS in the corner of her
vision
as
it was her hands on the wheel. Every moment of the trip was
preoccupied with the echoes of her conversation in her boss's office,
when he had told her as close to plainly as was possible for him that
Mia Fey belonged
to her now;
the
lawyer who had had posed such a threat to Bluecorp, who had needed to
disappear ASAP, no questions asked, was her property
now, and she could do anything she liked with her. Anything at all.
Mr.
White's only remaining concern toward Mia was to never see any trace
of her again.
Again
and again April's mind had run through this information as she drove,
almost in a daze, with the occasional punctuating flash of tickling
from down her top; the most that poor, pitiful little Mia Fey could
do now.
April
met
a
plain-looking
woman working the lobby counter of the building where she was now
going to live. By the time she'd made
her introduction and moved to a short hall to an elevator – her
elevator – she had already forgotten the woman's face entirely.
Nothing was leaving enough of an impression in the moment to
overpower her
glowing sense of... satisfaction? No, that wasn't it. Anticipation?
That was there,
but it wasn't right either...
Victory.
Yes,
exactly – the sense overwhelming all others in April May's brain
was that she, and only she, had won.
Won what,
she
would've
had a hard time
finding
the words to explain, but that didn't matter.
When
she let herself into her new penthouse apartment, it was with a
leisurely strolling pace and a thin,
lazy grin on her face. April looked around the wide and tidy space,
eyes soaking in her new digs with another rush of warm feelings all
over her.
"Yeahhh..."
she said in what was almost a kind of purr. "This... this is
good."
Her
bag dropped solidly on the floor at her side. She
could deal with it later; right now, she was looking for the ideal
place to sit down.
(Just
get Maya out of this. Just get Maya out of--)
Mia
jolted violently and let out a muffled gasp at the sudden feeling of
huge fingers pinching around her sides again. The huge digits moved,
sliding down her sides until they secured a clamping grip on her left
leg. She was wrenched painfully upwards, her head swinging downwards
at a dizzying curve that would've ensured a major injury if anything
had been in its way.
The
hellish confines of her
kidnapper's revoltingly hot-pink top, with the woman's colossal
breasts squeezing her body from all sides, had been dulling Mia's
senses
to the point that abruptly finding herself yanked away into cool air
was like a solid slap across the face. Mia blinked, a hand awkwardly
finding her head and clutching at it for a moment, her brown hair
tangling around her fingers.
She
was upside-down now, swaying
dizzyingly, with her other leg bent at the knee and dangling
pointlessly in the air.
After
she blinked a few times, the world returned to clarity. Her heart
lurched painfully at the sight of the woman behind all this moving
into her view. Bubblegum-pink
hair in an exaggerated bob. Wide, curious brown eyes. Mia's
dizziness intensified as she tried to look around and take in
anything else. She groaned, reflexively closing her eyes again. A
loud giggle made her shudder.
"So,
we can finally meet for real!"
There
wasn't even malevolence in the young woman's voice; it was like this
situation did nothing but amuse
her. Mia's head seemed to spin even harder at the idea that this
nightmare situation she and Maya suddenly found themselves in could
somehow be nothing more than a game
to this woman, whoever she was.
"I'm
being such a bad host, not even introducing myself," the woman
said next. "I
know you're
Mia Fey, lawyer or whatever. Well, I'm April! April May, but just the
first name's fine." Another damn giggle.
So,
April May. Mia found herself taking note of the name as she had so
many times in her law career, and felt another mental flash of
discomfort at just how unlike any of those past situations this was.
"Oh,
come on," April said, her tone shifting to a kind of playfully
nudging sound, "I've barely heard a peep from you since we met
back in your office! At least talk a little."
Mia
grunted as a fingertip abruptly poked at her stomach. Just April's
fingertip alone could cover half of her torso. A horrible sense of
exposure and vulnerability was blending into the hundred other
sickening sensations which presently swirled through her mind.
"W-where's—..."
She stopped, the pointless question not surviving past its first
word. "Where's Maya" had been where her instinctive
reaction had pointed her voice, but of course she knew the answer to
that. Maya was still trapped back
down there,
in April's top.
"Hm?"
April blinked at her. "Come again, gorgeous?"
Mia
clenched her teeth and took a slow breath. She opened her mouth to
speak again, but her voice just became an embarrassing half-yelp as
April's fingertip launched another startling attack on her
midsection. She
next let out a yell of protest; April's manicured nail was nudging
against her breasts, and Mia threw her hands down (up?) to press
against the invasive digit with all her strength. It didn't
accomplish a thing.
"Ooh~..."
April cooed, "so big! A person could get totally lost in
there..."
Some
small, tortured part of Mia's brain was still resisting the idea that
all of this was really happening; so badly the back of her mind
wanted to believe that at any moment she would wake up back in the
apartment over the office, maybe a bit late out of bed but otherwise
fine. She would notice a few random texts from Maya asking how she
was doing before ordering her to get out of bed, which she would do
as soon as she--
"H-hey,
hands
off!"
she snapped when April’s fingernail touched lightly at the
bare skin of
her upper chest
and brushed against the edge of her bra, as if the pink-haired witch
holding her was actually
trying to slip her bra right
off of her.
She reacted again
to the touch by throwing both hands up (down?) in
a renewed but similarly ineffectual effort to repel April's finger.
April
struck a fake pout that would, under normal circumstances, have made
Mia roll her eyes as exaggeratedly as she condescendingly could.
"Aww,
but I’d really
like to see them!"
the gigantic woman said.
Her
fingertip retreated slightly, but didn’t go away entirely.
“You
already got all over mine – the least you could do is let me take a
peek...”
Mia
still couldn’t move in any way besides awkwardly wobbling in her
dangling position. The last thing she wanted to be doing right now
was thinking back to the deeply unpleasant experience of being wedged
between this harpy’s jiggling tits while she and her sister were
kidnapped from her office.
Affecting
a gruff, mocking voice, April went on, “I’m
Ms. Mia Fey, a very important lawyer, and I want my boobs to look
stuffy and serious!”
Mia
bit down the three sarcastic remarks that immediately came to mind.
She didn’t feel the strongest of urges to give this woman the
satisfaction of getting under her skin.
April
giggled. “You know, I said they were big, but if you think about
it, you’ve actually got the smallest boobs in the whole world right
now!”
Mia
inhaled and exhaled slowly through her nose, keeping her cool.
“Oh,
actually... I guess that mousy girl’s are smaller? She’s your
sister, right? I can see who got all the looks, that’s for sure!”
The
shrunken defence attorney
cursed under her breath, her attention snapped back to Maya. Her
sister was still
trapped
between April's breasts, while April just giggled and mocked her.
April's
voice cut off yet another attempt on Mia's part to speak up. "Oh,
duh! We're still missing her!"
Mia's
gut reaction couldn't decide between relief and increased horror as
April spent a second fishing around in her ridiculous cleavage and
retrieved her other abducted victim.
Maya.
Mia
stared in dismay, still slightly dazed but certainly clear-headed
enough to feel an immediate stab of urgent need to reach and protect
her younger sister.
Held
between April's fingertips, Maya looked terrifyingly fragile. Her
long, black hair was a mess tangled into her channeling robes and
stuck to her skin. Like Mia was, she no doubt had to be covered in a
deeply unpleasant layer of April's sweat.
"I
don't know if you've been hearing me up to this point, but I'm
April," April said airily, seemingly less concerned with
addressing Maya than she'd been with Mia moments ago, "and
you... well, you're basically my toy now!"
Mia
had spent the past few seconds desperately trying to make eye contact
with Maya, and finally managed it only in time to hear the
heart-stopping word "toy"
echoing monstrously in her ears. Toy. Her toy;
if it had seemed before this like April was cheerfully glad to
dehumanize her
two abducted victims, her last sentence erased any possible doubt.
Maya
was staring back in teary-eyed and desperate terror.
"Hm.
You two want to catch up for a little bit?" April prompted them,
drawing both sisters' attention. "Wellll,
OK. I
do want to explore the new place, so let's get you someplace safe and
I'll see you again soon!"
With
that, Mia was jerked back into April's grip, powerful fingers
encircling her and trapping her with her front pressed uncomfortably
into the woman's huge palm. To her further dismay, April began to
girlishly sway her arms at her sides as she walked. Unable
to see anything but a vague and fast-moving gap of space between
April's index finger and her palm, Mia closed her eyes and waited for
the motion to halt.
It
did, but gave way to a sudden drop that sucked the breath from her
lungs. Mia crashed face-first onto a solid floor, momentarily knocked
into a blind daze. Her senses were left out of wack completely, and
she only faintly registered what still sounded like April's voice
from above her. Then there was no sound at all beyond the painful
pounding of her head.
...
"-s...!
Sis!!"
"H-huh...?"
Mia
shook back to her senses, forcing herself up to a sitting position.
Maya was right there before her, crouched and staring at her. Moving
at exactly the same time as her younger sister, Mia lurched and
collided with Maya as she pulled her sister into a protective hug.
"Maya...
oh God, Maya...!"
Mia
couldn't stop herself from breaking into tears, even as she screwed
her eyes shut and tried to force them to dry up. Her
tears were nothing compared to the violent sobs she felt and heard
from her sister the moment Maya was in her arms. Mia
tried to say something, anything comforting whatsoever.
Whatever
she tried,
her
throat seemed
to constrict,
almost
choking her.
She stifled
her own
words before they could escape as a sob of her own.
"S-Sis,
why is this happening…!?"
Maya's
words felt like a punch to Mia's stomach; her younger sister was
quite close now to her 18th
birthday. She
was supposed
to be
full of energy and bubbly enthusiasm, and
normally it was next to impossible to have a conversation with her
and not come away feeling like the world was just a little bit
brighter for it. Hearing Maya sound helpless and terrified,
stammering out a
nearly
childish
question to
her;
it
was almost too much to handle.
Mia
pulled her sister more tightly into her hug, and Maya's thin arms
around her back tightened in turn. The older of the two sisters took
in a slow breath, fighting to control the way it quavered.
"Maya,
listen," she said. "We're going to get ourselves out of
here. I
don't-- … I don't know how this happened, but I promise, we'll fix
it."
The
words weren't even fully out of her mouth before she felt like they
would ring hollow and pointless. Still, Maya at least didn't fall
apart any more in response than she already had. A few seconds passed
in silence.
A
shudder rippled over Mia's body as her mind crept back to minutes
earlier, when April had teasingly prodded at her body and briefly
attempted to undress
her; the horrible, evil woman they were dealing with had treated her
like a doll, just some amusing little thing to mess around with. And
Mia's reduction in size had left her so helpless against April's
invasive touches that it was impossible not to acknowledge just how
very easy
it would be for her minimal resistance against it to be overpowered,
bulldozed over like nothing.
She
took another breath. Later; she could worry about how this all made
her feel later. Right now she needed to take stock of the situation,
or
she'd be making no progress with any possible plan.
"OK,"
Mia said. "We're…" She looked around, blinking. The area
wasn't brightly lit, but light streamed in through a long, horizontal
space along the end of a dark ceiling. She studied the sight for a
moment. "… We're inside a drawer."
Maya
shifted, looking up at her and moving slightly backwards, partway out
of her hug. "A… drawer?" she repeated. "Like… in a
dresser or
something?"
"Looks
like," Mia said. "It doesn't seem like there's anything
else in here, though."
Maya
moved backwards and stepped fully away. "S-so she just… dumped
us in here?"
Mia's
gut reaction was to say "for now", but she stopped herself,
just nodding instead.
"Think
we could climb out?" Maya asked, turning on the spot. Her voice
was on its way back to normal, but still heavy from her sobs of just
moments ago. "… No, guess not."
Mia
had to agree; the drawer interior that April had left them in was
fairly plain wood, and formed
much too smooth and tall a wall for them to possibly climb out the
gap in front.
"Um…
I'll quickly look around!" Maya said, and got moving. Mia kept
quiet, trying to think through things.
April
stood before a bank of tall windows, an arm crossed under her chest
and supporting the other, the thumb of her raised hand brushing idly
to and fro across her lips. She liked this penthouse. Actually, she
could see herself making a permanent stay of it. Her current
apartment was nice and all, but here she had more room than anywhere
else she’d ever lived. She’d need to do something about the
colours, of course; all these modern greys made the place practically
feel like she was still in an office, depending on where she was.
By
now she’d strolled through every room in the place twice over,
throwing a little smirk in the direction of the plain dresser
whenever she passed by. It was lucky there were already some basic
furnishings, or she wouldn’t have found any place at all to leave
her “passengers” while she got a full picture of her new living
space. As for her own things, it was probably going to take more or
less a whole day for everything to get moved over. She’d have to
get those arrangements done as soon as she could, call some place
with people who weren’t completely
useless so she wasn’t wasting vacation time on a move.
Four
months. She still
almost couldn’t believe it. Her boss was a piece of shit, April May
wasn’t deluded into thinking anything else. Redd White was a
scuzzy, evil jerk who’d done all kinds of bad things it
was best to just not think about.
Things were a lot easier that way; April could just do her usual
great job of managing Mr. White’s day-to-day and keeping herself on
his good side, and never need to spend any time on thinking about
whatever he
was
really
doing. If Mr.
White was going to give her such a big reward for what she’d done
today, well… she wasn’t going to decide he was a nice guy after
all or anything, but she was happy to take the longest break of her
working life and make it count.
Oh,
it was going to count for a lot.
So,
she’d explored the whole penthouse, and enjoyed a few minutes to
imagine leisurely nights in that huge bedroom.
“Well,”
April said aloud, tilting her head and glancing back over her
shoulder, as if to an imagined guest in the room with her, “guess
it’s time for a little work from home!”
The
small spark of enthusiasm that Maya had forced into her voice quickly
faded in the dark interior of the drawer as she returned to Mia's
side.
"No,
nothing…" she said in a small voice. "It's
empty, besides us."
Mia
nodded. "I figured. Thanks for looking around, Maya. OK,
if there's nothing around to help us--…"
Maya
tilted her head at the pause. "Um, what?" she asked.
Mia
gave a frustrated sigh. "No, never mind. For a second I thought
about my phone, but it was sitting on my desk when she… when she
suddenly showed up."
Maya's
eyes brightened. "Wait, I've got mine!" She hastily
rummaged through the roomy pockets of her familiar channeling robes
from back home.
Mia's
full attention fixed on her sister's phone as Maya produced it. A
list of possibilities occurred to her; the police, her aunt Morgan
back in Kurain Village, other friends and acquaintances here in the
city – Maya's moment of fumbling with her phone in the partial
darkness seemed to stretch on for an eternity of suddenly renewed
hope.
"Ugh,
the battery's pretty low," Maya said, "but if I can still
get a signal…!"
Mia
stared at the corner of the phone's screen, her mind suddenly racing.
This was it, their one chance for salvation. All it would take was
one phone call…
"Aunt
Morgan, I'll call her!" Maya said. She fumbled with the phone a
second longer and held it up to her ear.
…
Seconds passed. The look of urgency on Maya's scared face turned
slowly to dismay.
"OK,
forget it, let's
just try the police instead," Mia said, before Maya had even
given up on the call. "If anything's an emergency, it's the
double-kidnapping that--
The
world wrenched sideways. Mia was hurled off her feet and heard Maya
yelp in panic just before she again collided painfully with the
floor. This landing was a marginal improvement over the last, only
promising a sore shoulder, but that was a small comfort at best, with
April May's face now looming over her again from outside the reopened
drawer.
April
smiled at the sight of Mia clumsily dropping to the base of the
drawer when she pulled it open. The
other
girl
in the weird clothes fell flat on her face at the same moment. April
giggled. "Miss me?"
Down
in the drawer, little Mia Fey shot her a positively icy look,
especially for someone smaller than April's thumb.
"Aww,"
she cooed, "can't the mean old lawyer give me a smile once? I
really—"
April
broke off, noticing something else down in the drawer. A little
object was lying just an inch in front of the sprawled form of Mia's
sister.
"…
Oh." April blinked, suddenly struck by a flash of alarm. That
was a cell
phone. A
pretty cute one, actually, but shit…
why the hell hadn't she
considered
the
idea that one of them might have a phone? Her mock-sweetness dropped
from her voice as she hastily reached a hand down and pinched the
itty-bitty phone between her finger and thumb.
Its
owner watched in dismay. If that homely little runt had managed
to call
for help
while she was busy checking out her new place…
Mia
felt a distinct chill at the sight of April's now-familiar smug and
self-satisfied expression abruptly morphing into unmistakable anger.
Her huge, looming face seemed to twist,
lines
that had been hidden up until now shaping all across her features and
illustrating a sudden rage in their every detail.
"So,"
April snapped,
voice now a
snarl absolutely
devoid of the syrupy fake-sweetness that had grated on Mia's ears
every previous time she spoke, "what – I leave you girls alone
a couple minutes and you're
gonna pull this
on me!?"
Mia
felt like she was somehow getting even smaller with every word out of
April's mouth.
(OK…
looks like we're meeting the real
April May…)
April's
hand, still pinching Maya's phone between two enormous fingertips,
shook a little.
"Do
you have any
idea how bad it would be for me if you got the cops snooping around
here!?" she fumed. "A-and
if anything got back to my BOSS!?
Ugh…!!"
Their
towering captor turned away from the drawer for a second, then
returned. Her free hand appeared, fingers settling over the edge of
the drawer, above.
A
slight crunch
sounded, and the fingers of April's other hand shifted together,
fragments of Maya's instantly-destroyed phone dropping from her grip
like nothing more than flecks of dust. Mia heard a whimper from her
sister.
"Okie-dokie,
if that's
all settled…" April shook any remaining debris off her hand
and seemed to begin calming down and composing herself. "I
was just gonna ask you girls to help me out with a little something,
but maybe a certain somebody
should take a time-out and think about what she's done…"
Immediately
dreading whatever it was April meant, Mia righted herself and rushed
to protect Maya.
Fingers
closed around her sides, pinching
in and bringing her to an immediate halt. "No…!!" Mia
kicked and tried to strike at the huge finger and thumb securing her,
but it didn't do a thing. "MAYA!!"
And
then she was rising out of the drawer. She'd barely left its
boundaries when it almost violently snapped shut, and Maya's
terrified face vanished from view below. With the drawer gone from
beneath her, Mia got a sickening lurch in her stomach at the sight of
the staggering drop all the way to a floor unbelievably far down from
where April now held her. She shakily looked up as she was lifted and
turned around to hover just before April's face again.
April's
expression was rapidly changing back to its standard look of
flirtatious smugness. "Oh, don't look all worried
like that," she said, "we aren't doing anything bad! I've
just got to make a few calls, is all. You know, get all settled in
here! Maybe all your stuff back at your office was
super tacky, but you're a lady like me; you know it's important I
have all my things!"
Mia
was carried to a countertop and set down, staggering on her feet. Her
heeled shoes weren't really that hard to move in, especially compared
to those ridiculous things that April was wearing way down there on
the floor, but this wasn't a situation she had much practice with.
Sunlight
streamed into the place.
Now that Mia got a look around, she almost found herself admiring her
surroundings; a penthouse probably worth twice what her entire office
building cost, and even nearly empty of furnishings as it was now, it
was a gorgeous place.
Mia
jumped slightly when April slapped down a huge notepad on the counter
near her. She heard a distant scraping noise, and April seemed to
settle down on some kind of chair or stool at the counter. It was
hard not to have her attention drift to her enormous kidnapper's
enormous chest, looming
over her and filling much of her vision.
April's breasts looked ludicrous
like this, appearing as big as entire houses and seeming like at any
moment they could burst right out of her pink blazer.
April
was looking down at her from
above them,
with a phone pressed to her ear. Off to the side, her other hand was
swirling a pen through the air over the notepad she'd set down.
"I've
got to call some help, get all my stuff brought over here nice and
quick," April said. "I don't think you're gonna be much
help there, but there was
a little something I figured you could do for me~…"
Mia
tensed – or
rather,
tensed further.
She
felt as if she was forgetting what it was even like to be relaxed.
She did her best to keep a level expression as she looked up into
April's huge eyes, their soft-brown colour almost literally sparkling
in the warm light of the room.
April's
lips twitched, and she smirked slightly. "How 'bout you start
getting out of those clothes for me~…?"
End Notes:
(If you're enjoying this story, please leave a comment! It's a major help to hear your thoughts as we go along.)
Ground Rules by InstantMistake
Mia
had found herself shaking several times in the past couple of hours.
Fear for herself, even
more so
for Maya, sheer skin-crawling discomfort; right now, as her body
trembled uncontrollably once again, the main reason was sheer,
indignant rage.
Her
blazer was lying crumpled on the countertop at her feet. Her work
shoes were discarded beside it, with her skirt dropped on top of one
of them. Glancing
down, she could see the soft light from above glinting slightly off
the polished surface of her attorney's badge, the little sunflower
symbol still
pinned to her blazer's lapel.
She
stood barefoot
on the counter, dressed in only her bra and panties, with her scarf
and magatama necklace still dangling
from her neck. Every last giggle she'd heard from April above her as
she slowly undressed had just made her want more and more to fight
back; pointlessly hurl her shoes at the horrible, pink-tinted demon
of a woman taunting her. Do
anything she possibly could to resist April's demands and make her
regret giving them but... it would
all be pointless, no matter what she did. Admitting it made her want
to scream and hit something, but Mia had been reduced to such a
pitifully small, and frustratingly weak size that anything she tried
would be inconsequential.
"Hey,"
April prompted her, "look up here?"
Mia
slowly looked up, glaring intensely at the impishly grinning face
looming over her. If
she'd still been her normal size, April's attitude might have pissed
her off, sure, but she could have kept her reactions contained. Like
this...
"I
almost thought that was actually a corset
you had on!" April laughed. "Look at you, little miss
expensive-bra."
Was
April even wearing
a bra? Given the ridiculous gap of cleavage she was showing off,
which hovered over Mia's head now like a flesh canyon wrapped in
garish pink, and the fact that her large breasts were clearly almost
as big as Mia's own, that idea that she wasn't seemed several steps
into unbelievable. Still, it looked quite convincingly as if there
really was no bra under that pink top.
It
was like she
had instead managed to train herself so thoroughly to maintain the
catty and girlish posture it appeared was her "normal" that
April could keep her out-size chest supported practically on her own,
with only some help from an
overly-generous suit blazer.
While
Mia had undressed, and April had amused herself idly poking at and
pushing her around slightly with a fingertip, the looming giant
secretary had been making an efficient phone call to what Mia could
only assume was a moving company. The occasional moment of venom
sprinkled into April's bubbly speaking voice was evidently
a very effective way of getting her forward through the process of
arranging her move, and now she had set her full attention onto Mia.
"Aww,"
April cooed, with the tone of someone responding to a disappointed
kid, "I wasn't trying to be mean,
don't go looking at me like a sour old lady. Maybe you really need
that much support, you're
covering up the cutest
pair of big tits~..."
Mia
gave a snarl of protest when once again April's fingertip invaded her
personal space and prodded into her entire chest. She threw her upper
body strength into trying to resist the huge digit, but it did
nothing to help her. She gasped in alarm as April easily pushed her
backward such that she toppled to the countertop, only just catching
herself well enough not to have a painful landing.
But
then she was pinned under April's fingertip, and could only yell in
dismay and weakly bat her arms at the weight pushing her down while
April playfully brushed her finger to and fro over her breasts,
jostling her bra on her skin. Mia
swore several times, her face flushed deeply red. She wasn't going to
let this unbelievable bitch
just casually molest
her like she was some--
April's
fingertip backed off, and Mia hesitated a second before pushing
herself upright again. Out of reflex she folded her arms, her
fingers digging into her shoulders.
She
saw April begin to smirk almost instantly, and she groaned to
herself, hating how defensive and weak the posture she'd taken must
have made her look.
In
front of Mia, April began to slide the tip of her finger around on
the countertop in small circles; it was just an idle, almost
bored-looking motion, but even that was enough to reinforce in both
frustrating and frightening fashion for Mia just how hopeless
a difference in scale April had created with her.
Her
bra was out of its proper position on her chest; she wanted to adjust
it back
to comfort, but with April gazing down at her, she hated the idea of
doing anything else that would satisfy the way her tormentor was
enjoying the power she held.
"Betcha
that dressing like that makes it really
easy for you to get clients in the door, huh?" was April's next
remark. Mia kept quiet. "Oh, pfft,
come on. I'm not even making fun of you about it! That always does
plenty of work for me..."
At
her last few words, April deliberately jostled her own enormous
chest. The motion filled Mia's line of sight, making her feel
slightly sick. She closed her eyes again, but it only caused her mind
to conjure up memories of being trapped between
those inescapable
breasts, pressure
crumpling her body in from all sides at once.
April
just couldn't get over it.
Pinning
helpless little Mia Fey down with a finger
– the tip of one
finger
was all
she needed, and she could turn the so-called lawyer down on her
countertop into a pitiful, wriggling joke.
It was...
God,
she couldn't even describe the feeling. She'd never experienced
anything else like it. Her whole body had seemed to tingle, and she'd
felt an urge to lean in closer, see every detailed second of Mia's
pathetic, frantic attempt to fight her off.
There
was nothing – nothing
that this grumpy little shrimp in front of her could ever
do to stop her. She could do anything she wanted with Mia Fey.
Anything.
Anything.
She
giggled to herself. (Why don't we try a little anything
right now, little Miss Fey?)
Mia
had her eyes closed. April moved her hand, going to pinch the side of
the tiny lawyer's plain grey panties between the nails of her index
finger and thumb.
The
instant she had a grip, Mia noticed and lurched on the spot. April's
smirk widened at the sound of a few choice swear words from her tiny
friend. Mia's puny hands rushed to try and get her underwear free of
the fingernails gripping at the fabric, but there wasn't a thing she
could do.
With
wonderfully satisfying ease, April casually slid Mia's panties right
down her gorgeous legs, the puny lady protesting all the while. "Ah,
ah—" April nudged Mia backwards with her middle finger,
forcing her to awkwardly stumble back and away from where her panties
had now been left on the counter. April
took the chance to look her over, and her eyebrows perked slightly at
the sight of a cute little tuft of trimmed brown pubes she'd
uncovered.
"Aw,
you're gonna just let this happen?" she prodded. "Well, so
glad you're getting a little more in the mood~..."
Left
standing there with nothing but her scarf, necklace, and bra still
on, little Mia looked the angriest April had seen her yet. She
could do more...
"Hmm...
play along and ditch the rest? Or I could just make you, that's fun
too~!"
A
few seconds passed. April almost broke out laughing at how Mia
actually seemed to be thinking about the choice.
Then,
Mia startled her. Without even having an obvious destination in mind,
the shrunken lawyer abruptly spun on her heel and took off at a run
across the countertop. Her yellow scarf trailed behind her
nearly-nude figure as she rushed away from where April sat.
"H-hey...!"
Frozen for just a second in surprise, April recovered and moved.
Awkwardly adjusting from her leaning position on the counter, she
reached forward to grab at Mia. Her elbow thumped painfully against
the edge of the counter and she winced. Her expression, having just
changed from smug amusement to surprise, took another shift and
arrived at angry. April's hand closed the distance Mia had made
easily. For a split-second she made to simply grab the puny lawyer in
her fist, but she changed course at the last moment
and instead snapped her fingers together on Mia's trailing scarf.
The
attempted escape ended instantly. Mia's scarf yanked at her neck for
a moment,
and she awkwardly tumbled into a hard landing on the counter. After
she'd reacted to the shock, she was fumbling frantically at the scarf
until it came undone and dropped to the ground.
April
exhaled, beginning to irritably tap a finger against the counter next
to Mia. "Well, that
was rude," she said, no trace of mock-sweetness in her tone at
all anymore. While Mia was still prone on the counter, massaging at
her throat after the shock of being briefly strangled by her own
scarf, April pinched her by both legs and lifted her up.
Lifting
her catch up to dangle before her face, April glared at Mia, who was
now too shaken to return the expression. "Are you lawyers all
stupid...!?" she snapped. "Or did I just get the dumb
one...!?" April didn't wait for any kind of response. With her
free hand, she circled around to Mia's back. Fiddling with the heavy
bra that the tiny attorney wore, April got it loose and let it drop
to the counter as well.
She
gave a nasty laugh as Mia's enormous breasts sank awkwardly toward
her upside-down face. The necklace she wore, with a little rock
shaped sort of like a number-9, drooped past one of her cheeks.
"Let's
make sure you understand this clearly, Mia,"
April said, leaning in close to the once-again terrified little
attorney, "you and your hippie little sister are mine
now. Are you keeping up?" She gave Mia a slight shake. "When
I tell you to do something, you go ahead and do it, because that's
what happens when your boss
gives you an order. If
I say I want you out of your clothes, then it's time to play nudist.
Same goes for anything
else."
April
lowered Mia back to the counter, then dropped her. The tiny woman
crumpled there, shakily getting herself back to a sitting position.
"OK,"
the secretary said, "bored now. Get dressed." And with
that, she stood up from her seat.
Maya
wasn't crying.
When
the drawer had snapped shut, the motion knocking her
to the floor and leaving her in total darkness, she'd been sure
for a few seconds that her violent sobs would come bursting right
back to the surface. Her
chest already ached and her face was streaked with red, but not so
much as a single tear appeared.
The
younger of the Fey sisters was pacing the darkness of the drawer, her
eyes having adjusted at least slightly. Her
acolyte's robes felt uncomfortable against her skin; the horrible
sweat she'd been layered with thanks to her time trapped between
April's gigantic breasts made her feel like she'd been working
outside for hours with no time to clean herself up. She wanted to get
out of these robes and wear something else, but a change of clothes
was a whole lot to ask for in this empty drawer.
Mia
would be OK. She had to be, she was... Mia was invincible. Maya knew
her older sister could stand up to anything. She needed to believe
that. It
just wasn't OK to think anything else.
So
Mia would be fine, and she'd find a way out of this, like she always
did no matter how screwed-up a situation got.
(But
this one's doing a scary-good job of being the most
screwed-up...)
Maya
halted, taking a breath. For a few seconds she tried listening for
any sign of April's voice outside the confines of the drawer. There
was no way she would hear Mia's voice right now, now matter how much
she wanted to.
She
couldn't hear anything. Not the slightest sound seemed to be breaking
the dead-silent interior of the drawer. An irrational flash of
thought prompted Maya to mutter
something out loud just to assure herself she hadn't gone deaf. She
laughed just a little, thinking of how silly it was to go so
quickly from
not even considering the idea to needing that
badly to disprove it to herself.
(Right.
OK, Maya...)
What
she needed to do was stay strong. It wasn't going to help Mia at all
for her to be falling apart all the time. She could trust her sister
to fix this, but she had to help out too, and Step 1
was to stay calm, stay light.
Maya
took a slow breath, patted her palms over her cheeks for a second,
then tried to grin.
...
No, she had to look insane right now. It was good that she didn't
have a mirror, and that Mia hadn't just seen whatever expression
she'd stuck on. She closed her eyes and imagined a better situation.
She and Mia were supposed to have gone out for dinner, so she
pictured the place they'd been planning to eat.
There.
Much better. That felt like a normal smile on her face this time. Not
that she was planning to wear it in front of April,
but as long as she didn't make things more difficult for Mia by--
Maya
uttered an involuntary gasp as the floor wrenched violently under her
feet and sent her toppling over yet again.
"S-Sis!!"
She
got back on her feet in a hurry, ignoring the mild pain from where
she'd crashed down. Ahead of her, Mia was unceremoniously dropped
back into the drawer. Maya leapt into a hug immediately.
Mia
flinched when Maya's arms wrapped around her. Shaking off for the
moment the ever-increasing dread that April's actions were creating
in her mind, she hugged her younger sister back.
(Idiot.)
She didn't deserve to be hugged by Maya like this. Not after the
idiotic impulse she'd just tried to act on a couple of minutes ago.
(What the hell did you even think that would do!?
Just take off and hide somewhere somehow, and what? Leave
Maya behind
for that evil--...) She took a breath, tightening her grip around her
sister's small frame. (You didn't think
at all, you stupid, hard-headed...)
It
was unsettling to glance up and see that April was still looming over
them.
The
pink-haired
word-which-Mia-refused-on-principle-to-utter-in-front-of-Maya
just
cocked her head slightly at the sight of Mia looking up at her. She
wasn't smirking or putting on that upsettingly bubbly smile; April's
expression was nothing but cold now. "Cute," she said.
And
then April disappeared, walking off away from the dresser.
For
a few seconds, Mia held still. Maya's face turned upward the slight
bit it needed to to make eye contact.
"Um...
know where she's going?" Maya asked.
"...
No."
To
Mia's great surprise, Maya actually laughed. "Well, if we're
lucky, maybe she'll trip and hurt herself! If somebody shows up to
check on her, they can find and rescue us!"
Mia
managed to give one little exhale of almost-laughter back. "Yeah,"
she said, "break one of those awful pink heels she's wearing and
smack her face on something."
Maya
laughed again, and Mia made a mental note to do her best at making
sure it continued to happen going forward.
"Hey,"
Maya said once her laughter had settled down, "she didn't... do
anything messed up to-... to you, did she?"
April
blew out a breath, rolling her eyes at nothing. It
was actually
surprising how easily she'd lost her cool at something as simple as
little Mia making a break for it back on the counter.
Maybe nobody had pissed her off in quite a while, now that she
thought about it. Well,
aside from her boss, obviously, but him,
well...
as Bluecorp's "clients" could attest, you didn't tell Redd
White he was pissing you off and not
end up with much bigger problems to deal with.
(Hm.
But Mia Fey went and pissed him
off, so now she's the one with a pretty "big" problem of
her own...)
April
felt like taking a shower. Of course her new penthouse's bathroom
looked wonderful, and she hadn't given that big, open shower a try
yet. She had a change of clothes back in her car; she could pop back
downstairs for it, come up for her shower, and then... then, she
could start
seeing just how much more of a "problem" she could really
be for the stuffy little lawyer who'd now become her pet. Her toy.
It
was official. She loved the shower.
April
trailed her fingers along the smooth tile wall of the space, pacing
the few full steps she had room for. She'd only ever been in a shower
so large in the gym back in college, but this one was hers.
Nobody's but hers, with
as much room as the entire work space around her desk at Bluecorp.
She
still had her panties on, the rest of her work clothes dumped in a
messy heap outside the shower. Working herself out of the last of her
clothes, she carelessly tossed the panties over her shoulder and
switched on the water.
No,
not hot enough. A little touch more, and... that was it. She
stood under the stream, a wide smile on her face as she began to work
the water through her pink hair.
This
was a new life, her move to this penthouse. A new life, and one she
was going to enjoy for every last bit it was worth.
Whether
her new "roommates" wanted it or not.
End Notes:
(And after a drastically shorter gap than any of the previous chapters, this has been Chapter 4! If you're enjoying this story, I'd love it if you commented! It's always a huge help.)
Time to Talk by InstantMistake
If
only she had her bathrobe...
April
sighed theatrically to the
otherwise-vacant bathroom,
adjusting the towel she'd fixed around herself. A
nice shower, and she felt great.
Her
change of clothes was ready to go as well, but at home she always
liked to lounge around comfortably in her favourite fuzzy robe a
little while before she got changed, if she had the time.
So,
she had a couple of hours now until the movers
would be getting things underway; she'd hired the services of a team
that for
some reason
called themselves a "specialty" moving company. With clear
instructions and just a little bit of "pressure" from
April, they were to visit her current apartment and strip the place
down of every one of her belongings as quickly as safety allowed,
then bring everything straight over to the new penthouse overnight,
leaving it all for her to look over. Besides the heaviest
furnishings, she would sort things away as she liked them on her own
afterwards.
Anyone
would have been wrong to say that, at least when she cared about it,
April May wasn't a hard worker.
Mia's
stomach growled. The moment she felt it about to happen, she hastily
tried to fake a cough.
Her
conversation with Maya had slowly trailed off, ultimately leaving the
sisters to pass minute after minute in close to silence, the
isolation of the empty drawer still entrapping them clearly starting
to affect them both.
Whatever
April was doing, she was taking her time about it. Mia shook her
head, gritting
her teeth and
resenting the idea that for any reason, her thoughts had even briefly
approached wanting
her bubbly pink kidnapper to come back. She looked at Maya again; her
younger sister was sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest,
arms hugging at them.
(The
last thing she needs right now is to worry about you being hungry,
Mia.)
The
dinner they were supposed to have gone out for when Maya arrived at
the office hadn't exactly remained a priority in Mia's mind in the
midst of the horrible turn the evening had taken. Every time Mia
closed her eyes, if
her mind didn't immediately drag her back to any one horrible event
since April's appearance,
it would just pick another one. April looming over her just moments
after she'd been shrunk,
the sensation like icy claws tearing their way up her body as she
realized that the same thing had happened to Maya too, the moment
she'd almost fallen into despair entirely at the sight of Redd
White
opposite where April had been carrying her – it took all the
fortitude she had not to break into uncontrollable, shuddering sobs.
The idea that her single-minded drive to expose White's crimes, her
carelessness
–
that no matter what,
she
had caused her poor sister to be dragged into this
hell that the evening was spiralling into threatened to break her
with every minute that dragged itself by.
And
now she was hungry. At least Maya had picked up a snack before she
arrived at the office.
...
It would have been so easy
to avoid letting this happen. Just the slightest difference... If
only something had stopped
her coming to the office, anything that might have forced her to
cancel their planned visit and get a train back home to Kurain. If
only Mia had met up with her instead of staying in at the office, if
only she'd done anything
differently--
Mia
let out an involuntary choking sound at the feeling of something
touching her shoulder, her whole body reacting with a violent flinch.
Maya
shuffled back. "S-sorry!!" she squeaked, sudden alarm on
her tired face. "Were you-... um... sorry."
"N-no,"
Mia said, not even thinking of how to respond. She forced herself to
look calm, hating that Maya had obviously seen her staring off into
the corner of the drawer in silent misery. She cleared her throat
slightly. "It's nothing, Maya. Surprised me a little, that's
all. I guess I could use a nap."
One
side of Maya's mouth twitched upwards. She
looked about to say something, but at once, both sisters had their
attention suddenly drawn up to the opening of the giant drawer. April
had come back.
Mia
tensed immediately. She absolutely hated how vulnerable she still
felt, after her last encounter with the woman.
April
was leaning over the drawer again, peering interestedly down at them.
She had obviously showered, going by the shine visible on her pink
hair, and the towel she seemed to be wearing.
Suppressing
a groan, Mia made eye contact with April, and
the towering secretary put on her catty smile. Her expressions were
quickly becoming much too familiar.
"Mm...
Did you girls miss me? It must be super-boring in there."
"I'd
rather be bored than anywhere near you..."
Mia
was surprised to hear Maya's muttered comment, and had to stop
herself reacting to it.
April
didn't notice anything. "Well, don't you worry, I'm thinking we
can all stick together for the rest of the night! Lucky
for you two~..."
Maya
grabbed onto Mia's arm just in time as one of April's hands descended
into the drawer, and both sisters were pulled together into her grip.
---
April
tilted her hand back and forth, stifling a laugh. The way she'd
grabbed the two puny sisters, both of them squeezed into her fist,
the taller Mia had her shoulders and head exposed, swivelling around
and keeping track of what was happening to her. Her shorty little
sis, on the other hand, was only just barely visible from her wide
little eyes and up.
There
was a distinct urge to stick a finger on top of the little brat's
head and push down. April let the idea go, but
she thought about it. A lot.
"You
girls wouldn't believe
how great my new shower here is," she said, "I've got more
room to move around in there than in your whole dingy little office!"
She
watched for a flash of irritation on Mia's face, but the lawyer was
so small it was hard to spot facial movements sometimes.
While
she moved in the direction of the bedroom, up a short set of glass
stairs, April glanced down at her towel. It didn't seem like it was
at risk of slipping off of her, but strangely, a little corner of her
brain almost hoped it would.
Suddenly the idea of seeing her helpless, shrunken friends easily
dwarfed in size by her exposed breasts was almost enough to make her
crack up laughing. The towel stayed fixed in place, just swishing
around her knees as she moved up the stairs in her bare feet; she'd
left her change of clothes up in the bedroom, and of course she was
on her way there now, but now a new thought was pushing the idea of
getting redressed well out of April's mind.
At
the moment, the bedroom was furnished only with a bookshelf, a
dresser,
a huge and gorgeous bed covered in pillows, and a pair of small
bedside cabinets. Still, any one of those pieces of furniture looked
like it probably cost more money than Mia Fey's entire work desk and
everything on it.
April
didn't bother shutting the door behind her as she strolled in. A
cool, panelled floor replaced the glass of the stairs under her bare
feet.
Her
clothes were lying on one edge of the enormous bed; she'd picked out
something more
casual
to change into than her work wear, not that it mattered right this
instant. She had decided exactly
what she wanted to spend some of her remaining free time doing, and
it didn't involve getting herself dressed.
"Alright,
let's get you two separated."
April
ignored the squeak of protest from Mia's little sister as her other
hand plucked the weirdly-dressed girl from her grip. She deposited
what's-her-name on top of the left bedside table, realizing as she
did so that she couldn't remember what the girl's name was. Had she
even heard it? Well, whatever it was, her silly topknot hairdo and
weird-looking hippie clothes were better ways to keep track of her
anyways. Now, as for Miss Fancy-Pants Lawyer Mia Fey...
(Or
should she be "Fancy-Skirt"?)
Keeping
Mia held well above the bed, April sat down on it and rolled to a
comfortable position on her back. She kicked one foot into the air,
resting her leg over top of her other knee. Almost instantly her
towel slipped a little, revealing more of her bare legs.
Mia
had needed to force herself not to shout Maya's name in concern.
Making it any more obvious to April how afraid she was right now
would just get the giant secretary even more keen to mock and bully
her.
She
was moved upright again when April got comfortable on her
ridiculously big bed. The sight of the towel her captor was wearing
sliding down her bare legs a bit made Mia's stomach give an uneasy
turn. She'd already been forced by this evil, evil woman to get naked
once, and she really wasn't in any hurry to see April do the same.
With
April now lying on her back, Mia was being held over her incredibly
prominent chest, the towel still covering it. April's other hand was
nearby, fist
closed
and resting against
one of her breasts. Still snared in April's other
fist, with her whole body anywhere
below her shoulders trapped, Mia
once again had no options beyond waiting for whatever was going to
happen to her, and weighing the potential results of saying anything.
She couldn't really imagine April responding to her words with
anything more positive than
another round of her
obnoxious teasing. In the negative direction, that scale of
possibilities
ran a lot
farther. She
kept quiet.
"So,
we're gonna have to clear
out of here in a little while," April said, "at least until
tomorrow. Still, that leaves us some time, doesn't it? There must be
lots
of fun stuff we can do until then~..."
"You'd
better not do anything!!"
Mia
jerked in place, startled by the sudden shout. She looked aside, and
in the corner of her vision could see April doing the same. On the
surface of the huge beside table adjoining the spot where April's
head was resting, Maya was on her feet and staring in the gigantic
secretary's direction.
"Um...
excuse me?" April sounded
genuinely surprised. "OK, tell me if I'm way off here, but that
sounded just a teeny-tiny
bit
like you were trying to tell me what to do."
When
Maya shouted again, Mia was so taken aback that she almost felt
something like a strange out-of-body experience. "If you touch
my sister, or do anything
at all to her, I'm... I'll make sure you regret it! A lot...!!"
Somewhere
in her mind Mia wanted to shut down Maya's protests, for her little
sister's own safety, but the feeling was finding itself at odds with
a swell of blended
pride and gratitude.
Unfortunately,
the positive half of these feelings sank back into obscurity just a
moment later, when April responded again. "Hey, little hippie
girl?" Her tone was settling to a neutral level, but Mia had
already experienced enough of April's personality to realize that
didn't count for much. "We both know I'm the one in charge here.
Zip it, 'K?"
Mia's
heart felt like it was beginning an escape attempt from her chest. In
her head she was pleading for
Maya to back off, no matter how much she appreciated her sister's
effort to protect her.
(Maya,
for your own sake, just don't provoke her...!!)
The
fact that she'd caused her little sister to be dragged into this
nightmarish situation was
already the worst mistake of Mia's entire life; so far, April hadn't
bothered to subject Maya to most of the further torment and teasing
she seemed to enjoy so much. Anything – anything
that Mia needed to do to keep it that way... she was willing to deal
with.
"Hey!"
Mia shouted. In the moment that followed, she strangely felt like her
voice had somehow been too loud. A
slow, silent breath filled her tiny lungs as she stared right at
April, determined now to keep the giant secretary's attention fixated
entirely on her and away from Maya.
April
again
seemed
to register genuine surprise, just for a beat. "...
What?"
Mia
steeled herself, hating what she was about to say. "What do you
want me to do...?" she asked, a trace of dullness seeping into
her voice.
April
blinked. The surprise on her face made a shift back into her
recognizable teasing expression. "Wow!" she said. "What,
are you actually having fun now? ... Nope, definitely not." She
giggled, and a fingertip on her other hand arose
to poke playfully at Mia's front. Mia did her best to restrain her
reaction. "No, you're still a total grumpy old B-word, right?
But
hey, if you don't want to waste any more time, great! Fun
time~..."
April's
fist opened wide in an instant, and the air Mia had taken in nearly
choked her. She dropped, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open,
as ahead of her April's huge face gazed on in amusement.
"Ngh-...!!"
Mia
fell awkwardly when her feet struck down. She'd fallen right onto the
makeshift plateau of April's towel, where it was suspended between
the two huge protrusions of her chest. The
"ground" dipped slightly under her weight on impact, and
more so
once she came down on her back. Recovering, she could push herself
most of the way to a sitting position.
"So,"
April said from just above her, "what do
I want you to do~...? Well, not much right now, just stay there and
let's see what happens~!"
One
of her fingers pressed into the towel, just to Mia's left. April
pushed down, and the cloth beneath Mia sagged further.
She
clutched at the towel with both hands at her sides, suddenly needing
to fight gravity another way.
"Dammit...!"
She
still couldn't get over the powerless feeling that sank in for her at
every last reminder of how easily
April could toy with her.
"Sis!!"
Mia
couldn't respond to her sister's shout; not
unless she diverted her focus from just keeping her position
stable. Of course, April seemed set on making that impossible for her
anyways.
April’s
finger shifted, gliding to and fro on the towel and only making the
horrible sense of unstable footing Mia was experiencing even worse.
And all the while, the amused secretary uttered an almost continuous
stream of little “ah, ah” and “ohh” sounds of mock-concern at
Mia’s struggles.
For
some reason Mia was reminded of a silly video she and Maya had seen
online, with an adorable little puppy straining to climb up onto a
barely-too-high armchair. April was giving her current struggle the
exact same response as the puppy's cooing owner in the video.
There
wasn’t even time to process in her head what the actual consequence
might be if she lost her balance entirely and fell off of the towel,
onto April’s upper chest.
Thinking with any clarity at all had become a challenge in general;
Mia's frantic breaths were filling her lungs with the strong blend of
bath soap and shampoo that April had clearly enjoyed using during her
recent shower. Of course all the product she used would lay
on the artificial sweetness just as aggressively as the voice and
personality she put on. There was a kind of cloudy daze beginning to
take shape in the back of Mia's mind even as it continued to fire on
all cylinders, and
she needed the full strength of her concentration even more to keep
it from becoming any bigger a problem.
(I've
already got
a huge, horrible problem...)
Mia
swore as an especially aggressive finger touch from April caused her
to roll on the shifting towel and flop forward. April's extended
finger seemed to swing up towards her like an oncoming tree. There
was an impact against her midsection, and Mia choked.
Every trace of air in her lungs was expelled at once. The shrunken
attorney wheezed pathetically for a second, her hands awkwardly
fumbling for purchase on April's huge index finger.
She
heard a giggle, and just for a second Mia imagined getting a grip on
both sides of April's head and smashing it into a wall. With her eyes
watering, she regained her breath. April seemed to let her stay where
she was for a few seconds, slumped over the extended digit she'd
slammed into.
Mia
raised her head, finding herself looking right in Maya's direction.
Her sister was still watching the scene with obvious intense
discomfort, but it was a relief to see her showing
the good judgment
not to start shouting again. Unfortunately, there was much less
relief in the sudden feeling of April's middle finger brushing a
manicured nail against her side as it lifted up next to her. Before
Mia could move, the second massive digit pressed down onto her back,
and she was snared in place with a feeling distinctly like she was a
bit of string about to feel
the snip
of a pair of scissors.
A
twist of April's fingers rotated Mia in place until she was upright.
"Isn't this fun?" asked
that infuriatingly faux-sweet voice. "I wish we could just stay
in bed all day, don't you?"
Mia
clamped down on several possible remarks. April's other hand was
moving, and the sight of what it was doing restored the sickly
feeling that just kept bubbling up inside the captive lawyer with
each new direction her torment took.
Just
beneath Mia, April looped her other index finger beneath her towel,
and with a deliberately slow tug, loosened it from her chest bit by
bit. The curve of her breast slid into view, her pale skin giving way
to her areola, and finally the nub of her nipple sprung into view.
On
at least some level Mia had already been aware of the inevitability
that even
April's
nipple alone would be unreasonably
big. Still, looking down and seeing it appear to be the size of her
entire head
did nothing to make her feel better.
Nor
did abruptly being pressed face-first into
it. With a feeling like a solid punch to her face, Mia collided with
the rosy nub protruding from April's tit, and before she knew it she
could feel a fingertip sitting on the back of her head, keeping her
exactly where she was in an impromptu nuzzle.
She
cursed several more times, running
through
a variety of especially harsh insults directed towards April, every
one of them muffled into the secretary's breast.
April
really, honestly couldn't have put together the words to describe how
great
she felt about herself as she carried on.
She
could, without question, do anything
she liked to Mia. Again and again and again
her
brain returned to that simple fact; there wasn't a damn thing little
Miss Mia Fey or
her sister
could possibly
do to stop her playing around like this for as long as she felt like,
and in any ways she could ever want. It
had only been a handful of hours, and this was her life
now. This
break from work, this penthouse, and most importantly this adorable
little ex-lawyer
to push around. Like
a perfect little pet and servant in one, Mia was going to do whatever
she was told. Sure, maybe she would make a fuss about it sometimes,
and she'd probably be an annoyance now and then, but she would
follow whatever instructions April gave her.
April
gazed at little Mia squirming and fighting to no effect against her
boob, thinking it all over.
"Oh!"
She blinked, thinking suddenly of something that, now that she did
think about it, was really pretty obvious. "Duh!
I'm being so silly~..."
When
April eased up on the light pressure keeping Mia stuck to her tit,
she couldn't help but giggle again at the absolutely precious
look of fury Mia threw at her.
(Ooh,
someone's
pretty mad...)
Not
only did Mia look incredibly and very
genuinely pissed off at her, but she seemed to be so
angry she couldn't even hold still. She
was resting on one elbow. On
her other hand, with its palm pressed down to the areola underneath
her, her tiny fingers were twitching and flexing as she shook with
rage.
Enjoying
it so much to see that level of outrage being sent her way was
unexpected. April filed away a mental note for the future; she'd have
to see just how many other ways she could find to piss Mia off that
badly. But right now, there was something more important she had to
switch focus over to.
"So,"
she said, "I was just thinking... pets need food, right? And
since you—"
She jabbed her finger playfully back down between Mia's shoulders,
shoving her down into another faceplant against her skin, "...
are officially my favourite little pet now, I've got some
responsibilities, right? I
wouldn't want a little sweetie like you to be hungry!"
She
hated to cut this fun activity short, but it wasn't as if she
couldn't get back to it later. April
closed her fist around Mia again and adjusted her towel back into
place, securing it with her chest covered again. She
swung her feet back to the floor, and
once she was up, she grabbed the clothes she'd prepared.
It
was a fun challenge to get herself dressed while keeping Mia securely
closed up in her fist. The fact that she obviously didn't really need
to do it just made it that much funnier. Now
dressed in a comfy and
slightly sporty outfit with a long
hoodie
over top of the rest, April finally took a look at Mia again. The
poor thing looked pretty tired by now.
"Aw,
you've been working
really
hard,
haven't you? Well, nothing we can't fix up with some food!"
It
was time to go out; April was starting to feel hungry herself, and of
course, if the movers were going to be so busy in here soon, she'd
need someplace else to sleep for the night.
She
was pretty sure she heard Mia trying to protest as she swung her hand
down to her backside, but didn't really care. Suppressing a laugh,
she stuffed her little passenger right into the back pocket of the
pants she'd put on.
Mia
seemed to manage to get a grip on the edge of the pocket at the last
second and avoid disappearing into it entirely.
April
just rolled her eyes. "Ah, ahh~!" With one more push from
her fingers, she shoved Mia all the way down, and like that her new
pet was secure, reduced to a weak little wriggle trapped
against her by a solid layer of fabric.
She
was almost out the bedroom door when she finally remembered. "Oh--
gee, that's embarrassing..."
Strolling
back to the table next to the bed, April grabbed Mia's sister and
carelessly stuffed her into her back pocket as well.
"OK,
comfy there, ladies?"
End Notes:
(April is just mean, isn't she? If you're enjoying this story, please - I always appreciate comments!)
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