“Well, Mr. Avery?”

Startled out of his nap, Nick Avery jerked his head up to find his 12th grade chemistry teacher, Mrs. Miller, peering down at him sternly over the top of her horn-rimmed glasses.  “Uhhh … H2O?” he guessed, thinking, ‘Please be right, please be right …’

Mrs. Miller scoffed.  “Oh, really?  So you’re saying that, for your term project, you would like your lab partner to be … water.  Nice.”  Addressing the class, she added, “Well, that may not be a bad choice; maybe if his lab partner splashes him in the face he could manage to stay awake!”  Half the class snickered at Nick’s expense.  He blushed slightly but played it cool to protect his image.

Nick was a bad student, plain and simple.  He was moderately intelligent but had a reputation for being one of the laziest students of the entire senior class of Belmont High School.  That didn’t hurt his popularity, though – quite the contrary.  He was the tallest and probably the best player on his school’s state champion varsity basketball team, came from a fairly wealthy family, and possessed a muscular physique with fairly good looks to boot, automatically making him highly popular and well-known around school.  His status came with many perks, most notably his current relationship with Cindy, who was hands-down the hottest chick on campus.  Her slender, statuesque form with delicious curves reminded one of a runway model, and though he wouldn’t have minded adding a cup size or two to her C-sized chest, she was otherwise flawless in his eyes.  It was no surprise when Nick and Cindy were named King and Queen for the prom, which was coming up in 3 weeks.

Meanwhile, he had recently signed a letter of intent with the nearby Division I-AA college, and since he now had a full scholarship waiting for him he saw even less need to pay attention to his schoolwork.  Just a month and a half until graduation, then teachers like Mrs. Miller wouldn’t be able to nag him any longer.

But, for the moment, Mrs. Miller still had him in her clutches.  As punishment for his insolence, she sarcastically announced, “Since ‘H2O’ isn’t enrolled in this class, I’ll have to choose someone else for you.”  A hand shot up in the back.  “Michelle?” she said with surprise.  “Are you sure you want HIM in your group? … Well, alright then.  Nick, you’ll be working with Michelle.”

Nick turned his head in surprise, his bemusement quickly giving way to scorn as he made eye contact with the petite blonde sitting in the opposite corner of the room.  “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said with a derisive snort, making sure his classmates heard him.  And they laughed as well, knowing these two had some ‘history’ together.

Michelle Newman was not unattractive by any means, possessing a slender physique and a plain yet moderately cute face.  But she was one of those girls that never seemed to get noticed – dressing plainly, keeping mostly to herself, never gaining many (if any) friends.  Most students at Belmont High hadn’t even known she existed; and those who did knew her as that know-it-all who always got the highest grades in class but always sat in her corner and refused to help others who were struggling.  Needless to say, she wasn’t very popular amongst her peers.

But at some point last year, though, her behavior seemed to change.  She began to hang around the popular clique, starting to talk differently, even starting to dress differently.  They tolerated Michelle at first – mostly because she offered to do their homework for them – but it soon became evident that she was focusing most of her attention on one person in particular: Nick Avery.

She was horribly awkward around him, not having had much experience with boys and crushes.  Nick would just roll his eyes and ignore her – he was used to girls fawning over him, and he had no interest in this one.  But when this girl finally built up enough courage to express her feelings to him, in a series of long, heartfelt text messages to his phone, he decided to reject her in the most publicly humiliating way possible, just for fun.

By the end of the school day, she had begun to notice people acting strangely around her in the halls.  Everyone seemed to be looking at their phone, or their friend’s phone, snickering and laughing at her.  She soon found out Nick had forwarded the texts to his friends, who forwarded it to their friends, and so on, until the entire school had a copy of what she had wrote – the private, intimate message intended only for him.  Soon the whole school knew her name, for the worst of reasons; and she couldn’t go anywhere without seeing people pointing at her and laughing, mockingly reciting the words she had written to the most popular boy in school.  Apparently it was just too absurd not to laugh at it: the thought that a girl like her could ever get a guy like him.

No one seemed to care what it was doing to her feelings.  After that day, she withdrew from all social interaction, turning her back on the world, becoming even more of a recluse.  Her classmates eventually started ignoring her again, for the most part leaving her alone, forgotten – and yet, even a year later, she would still hear nasty whispers and snickers behind her back as she passed through the halls.  Though she seemed to have gotten over her crush on Nick, no longer even looking him in the eye anymore, it seemed that the stigma she had earned would follow her all the way until graduation.

That’s why Michelle’s sudden request to partner with Nick caused quite a stir around the room.  “Quiet down,” Mrs. Miller admonished, even knowing herself what the fuss was about.  But Mrs. Miller saw in this a fitting retribution for Nick’s disrespectful attitude, so when Nick soon started clamoring for a change of partners she just ignored his pleas.  And so, five minutes later, when the class had broken up into their groups, Nick grudgingly walked to a lab table and waited for Michelle to come over.

As she approached, he openly checked her body out and snorted, as if mocking her plain appearance.  She saw this and scowled, but Nick kept eyeing her over anyway.  He had a thing for tall girls with plenty of curves, and his current girlfriend Cindy certainly met those criteria, but the little girl walking up to him now didn’t exactly fit the bill, to say the least.  Her 5’4” frame looked puny next to his imposing 6’6”, and with her flat butt and what couldn’t have been more than an A-cup-sized chest, Nick still found her wholly uninteresting.  To think that she had actually tried to ask him out …

As she walked up, not quite as tall as his shoulders, Nick said with a cocky grin, “So … couldn’t get enough of me, huh?”

“Shut up,” she snapped irritably.

Nick figured he had struck a chord.  Why else would she ask to form a group with him?  He was confident she still wanted him.  He was Nick Avery, after all.

He snickered and shook his head, playing it cool.  “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.  Let’s just figure out our topic and get this over with.”

She replied flatly, “I already know what our topic will be and I’ve already started working on it at home.”

“Huh?” he replied dumbly, caught off guard despite himself.  “Well … what’s the project, then?”

“Don’t worry about it,” she replied haughtily.  “Just don’t get in my way, and we’ll be fine.”

He rolled his eyes, thinking she sure had a funny way of trying to get with him.  But whatever – he would put up with her as long as she was willing to do all the work.

They didn’t bother making small talk, instead just sitting idly at their table avoiding eye contact until the bell rang 10 minutes later.

*****************

A week went by without Nick giving the slightest thought to his chemistry project.  Mrs. Miller had given them just over two weeks but hadn’t given any class time to work on it, expecting her students to get together on their own.  That Thursday, though, Michelle caught up to Nick in the hallway after class and told him, “I need you to help me with something for our project tonight.”

Nick waved at a fellow jock walking by and then told her dismissively, “Sorry, babe, not tonight.  I’ve got a basketball game.”  He was lying, but how would she know the difference?

“Then help me right after school.”

“Naw, sorry, I’m busy then, too.  I’m sure you can handle it by yourself.”  She gave an annoyed grunt and stomped off, much to his liking.  It was uncouth to be seen with such a lowlife in these halls, and he was glad to be rid of her.

That night, however, as he was sitting in his living room playing PS3, he heard a knock on the front door.  “Mom, can you get that?” he shouted, but she apparently didn’t hear.  Another knock.  He sighed and paused his game to see who it was.  As he opened the door, he was greeted by a short, irritated blonde with one arm on her hip and the other holding a covered beaker with some light red liquid inside it.

“Jesus, what are you doing here, Michelle?” Nick demanded.  “And how the hell did you know where I live, anyway?”

“Oh, I have my ways,” she spat.  “But it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out you were lying about having a game tonight.  Ever heard of the internet?”

Angry at her intrusion, Nick replied, “Whatever, I don’t have to explain myself to you.  Now get lost.”  He started to close the door but a petite foot stepped forward to block it.

“Not so fast, Nick.  If you don’t help me, I’ll inform Mrs. Miller that I’ve decided to work alone on this project.”

Nick got the hint.  With an exasperated sigh, he told her, “Fine!  Have it your way, geez.  Now what’s so freakin’ important that you needed to come all the way out here to pester me about?”

He pulled the door open again as she uncovered the beaker and held it out.  “Just drink this.”

“What the hell is that?”

“It’s for our project, idiot.  I would try to explain it to you, but you wouldn’t understand.”  Nick fumed silently and was hesitant to take this unknown substance.

“What, is the big tough basketball player too scared to try it?  It’s nothing bad for you.  Here, I’ll drink some to show you.”  She took a swig from the beaker, consuming about half of its contents.

Nick sighed but took the beaker and downed the rest of the red liquid, surprised to find that it didn’t taste half bad.  “OK, thanks,” Michelle said casually, taking the beaker and turning towards the driveway.

“What, was that it??” he called after her.

“Yep,” was all she replied.

‘What a freakin weirdo,’ he thought, slightly unsettled by her odd behavior.  But he quickly shrugged it off and went back to his PS3.

*****************

The next day, Nick felt a bit … off.  He wasn’t sick or anything, but every now and then something would strike him as unusual, like how his clothes didn’t feel quite right on him and his pencil seemed ever-so-slightly larger in his grasp.  He figured it was nothing, just lack of sleep or something.

He got that same feeling when his lab partner approached him again after class.  “Oh, it’s you,” he told her flatly.

There was an awkward silence when she didn’t reply, instead seeming to look him over in a somewhat unsettling way.  As he watched her mildly bizarre behavior, he seemed to recollect that the top of her head was usually no higher than his shoulder, but now he could swear her head rose an inch or two above it.  ‘Calm down, Nick,’ he told himself.  ‘She’s obviously just wearing heels.’

But he didn’t have time to check her feet as Michelle spoke up just at that moment.  “So, are you free to help me out again after school?  And don’t try to tell me you have another game; I already checked your team’s schedule.”

What a bitch … “Seriously?  It’s Friday, and I have a life, so I’ll be out partying all night.”  He added snidely, “I don’t suppose you’ll be at Mitch’s kegger tonight?”  He knew full well that no one had invited her.

Michelle squinted disdainfully at him and replied, “What time do those parties start?  Around 10 o’clock?  So I’m sure you’ll be free before then.  I’ll come by around eight.”

“What?  Screw that!  You can’t just show up at MY house whenever you feel like it.”

“Don’t be such a baby.  It’ll only take a second, like last time.”

“I said no.”

“Hrmph,” she snorted.  They were still standing outside Mrs. Miller’s door, so Michelle reached for the handle and started to call out their teacher’s name.

Nick hastily pulled her arm away from the door and told her, “OK, fine.  Come by after school gets out.”

“Can you give me a ride?”

Nick frowned and said, “I thought you had a car,” remembering the car she used to get to his house the night before.

“That was my parents’ car; they let me borrow it last night.”

Nick sighed and told her, “Sure, whatever.  Just meet me in the parking lot after school.  But don’t make me wait.”  As she walked away, Nick looked down and noticed she was wearing flats, not heels.

*****************

Michelle met him by his Cadillac Escalade, the car his parents got him for his 18th birthday.  He loved the head room it provided for his 6’6” frame, as well as the jealousy it inspired in everyone else in the parking lot.

They didn’t speak on the ride over to Michelle’s house, heading there because that’s where Michelle kept her lab stuff.  But Nick didn’t realize just how intense her little project had become.  In the basement of her parents’ house were three tables full of beakers, flasks, test tubes, and powders and liquids of various colors.

“Good lord, what is all this stuff?  … Wait, on second thought, I probably don’t even want to know.”  He realized that, whatever it was, it would probably just fly right over his head anyway.

As Michelle got to work combining flasks and stirring their contents, Nick decided it was time to set things straight between them.  “Look,” he said in an authoritative tone, “I don’t know why you wanted to work with me, if you thought doing the project together would, like, bring us closer or something, but—“

“Oh, please.  Get over yourself,” she retorted.

He stared at her with a scowl, starting to become annoyed.  She could pretend all she wanted, but he knew what she was really after.  He found this attempt of hers pretty lame, really.  And it was eating into his free time.

But, quickly enough, she handed him a flask with another red liquid, the same hue as before except noticeably darker this time.

“Just a minute,” Nick said, holding the flask at arms’ length.  “What’s this supposed to do, anyway?  I didn’t feel anything last time.”

“You didn’t feel anything?  No dizziness, nausea, anything like that?” she asked with sudden interest.

“No.  Why?” Nick replied cautiously, feeling ill at ease.

“Oh, nothing.  That’s good; it means there are apparently no side effects.”

“Apparently?  Look, I don’t like putting chemicals into my body without knowing what they are.”

“Just relax, Nick.  Everything I put in there is just household stuff, and the worst that could happen is, well, having no effects at all, and then we would just have to try something else.”

“I don’t know …”

“Well, if you really must know, it’s designed to – how do I put it – enhance some desirable physical characteristics while diminishing some unwanted ones.”

“Huh?  Like what?”

“Well, you must enjoy being such a big, muscular guy”, she said, winking suggestively.  He nodded slowly, starting to distrust her.  She replied, “Uh-huh.  Well, that’s basically what this solution is designed to affect.”

Nick was becoming a bit suspicious of her intentions.  She wanted to give him some potion to make him even bigger and stronger than he already was?  He wondered if this was part of some ridiculous fantasy of hers, like she would make him even bigger and sexier and suddenly he’d be thankful and let her be with him.  Or something.

Well, even if that was her plan – as stupid and farfetched as it sounded – he took one look down at his rock-hard biceps and figured it couldn’t hurt to try it.  Who knows, maybe it would actually work, and he’d get even taller and sexier.  He knew the ladies would love that – even if Michelle here would never get a piece.

He took the flask almost eagerly and downed the rest of the red substance, noticing a strong, slightly bitter taste, reminiscent of a dark beer.  ‘Hmm, not bad,’ he thought as he took the last gulp.  “Is that it?” he asked.

“Yep, that’s all – Oh wait, one last thing real quick.”  She picked up a camera that she had set on the nearby table, turned it on, and positioned it to face the wall.  “Stand right here,” she said perkily as she tugged his arm until he was standing against the wall in front of the camera.  Nick looked behind him and noticed the measuring strip on the wall behind them – a sticker attached to the wall used to measure height.

“What the hell is all this about?” Nick asked.

“Well, duh, if there are gonna be changes, we should record and document them.  So we need before and after pictures.  This IS a science project, remember?”

Nick figured that made enough sense.  He also figured she probably just wanted a photo of them together …

Either way, he obliged her by taking off his shoes and standing next to her against the wall until the countdown timer ran out and the camera flashed.  They walked over and examined the photo, and Nick noted with satisfaction how tall and buff he looked standing next to Michelle’s tiny body.

“We done now?” Nick asked impatiently.

“Yep, that’s all.  See you Monday.”

“Uh-huh,” he replied while heading out.  He then spent a relaxing Friday evening before partying the night away at Mitch’s.

* * *

Nick awoke on Saturday morning with a throbbing headache, the after-effects of last night’s party.  His girlfriend, Cindy, was still lying in bed next to him; Mitch had let them use his parents’ bedroom since they were out of town.  Nick admired his girlfriend’s naked backside and thought back to the hot drunken sex they had had to end the night.  He didn’t usually hang on to girlfriends for long, but he might have to make an exception for Cindy …

Nick quietly got out of bed and picked up his clothes which were strewn about the floor.  Oddly, as he pulled his boxers up around his waist, they were a couple inches too wide and hung down quite a bit lower than usual.  “What the hell…?” he muttered.  Maybe when he had ripped them off in front of Cindy last night they had gotten stretched out?

He quickly discovered, though, that his pants were suffering from the same affliction, hanging just as loosely around his hips, and now the pant legs were also bunching up around his ankles.  His eyes grew wide in bewilderment.  He spun his head around and checked the tag in the back: they said 36-34, like they always had.  With trepidation, he picked up his shirt – while holding his pants up with the opposite hand – and pulled it over his body, finding that this, too, was unmistakably larger than normal, not quite clinging to his muscular chest as tightly as it should have.

His heart pounding in his chest, Nick walked over to the bathroom doorway and stood in the frame.  His head found significantly more clearance than normal.  Either this was an especially tall door, or … No.  Impossible.  He refused to entertain the idea that he had actually … shrunk!  But as he stood there with a growing sense of dread, it seemed to him like the only possible explanation, as absurd as it sounded.

In his agitated state, he hadn’t heard Cindy wake up and walk up behind him.  He jumped in surprise as she wrapped her arms around him languorously, saying, “Good mornin’, sexy.”  Nick couldn’t be sure, but Cindy’s arms seemed a bit larger than normal as they encircled his stomach, and he was pretty sure her breasts weren’t normally so high on his chest as she pressed into him from behind.

“Uhh … h-hi,” he stammered in response.  Though he couldn’t be sure, it almost seemed as if his voice was higher-pitched than normal.

“You won’t mind if I went in first, would you, stud?” she asked, referring to the bathroom.

“N-No, go ahead.”  He stepped aside as his girlfriend walked past him, and then his eyes went wide as he realized he couldn’t see over the top of her head anymore.  In terror, he glanced down to confirm that, no, she wasn’t wearing any shoes.  There were no two ways about it: his 5’11” girlfriend was now barely 2 inches shorter than him.

As she closed the bathroom door, Nick slumped down on the side of the bed and tried to come up with some plausible explanation for why he was only about 6’1”, but nothing came to him.  ‘People don’t just shrink like this!’ his mind screamed.  ‘What the fuck!’

He managed to calm down just enough to realize he had to get back to his house, away from all his friends downstairs, and especially away from Cindy.  He needed time to think, alone.  At least she had been too groggy to notice his change yet, but he couldn’t rely on that once she got out of the bathroom.  So he hurriedly grabbed his socks and shoes and started putting them on, calling out, “Hey, uh, Cindy, so … I just realized I have an appointment right now and I have to run.”

“What!?  I thought we were spending the morning together,” she replied through the bathroom door.

“Well … sorry,” he replied dumbly.

The door opened and Cindy stepped out.  “What the hell, Nick!  You always do this crap!”

“Sorry!” he said anxiously.  “We can hang out later, OK?”

She let out a frustrated sigh and told him, “Fine.  At least drive me home first.”  She sat next to him on the side of the bed and started putting on her 3-inch heels.

Nick tied his shoes in record time and stood up while Cindy was sitting to avoid any more height comparisons.  “I … uh, I really can’t, baby.  I’m sure Mitch will give you a ride.”  He walked hastily towards the door.

“What the fuck?  You’re really just gonna leave me here for some stupid appointment?” she yelled furiously.

He paused in the doorway to at least try to smooth things out for later.  “Cindy, babe, there’s nothing I–“  He gulped as his girlfriend stood up in her heels, and even from across the room he could tell she now stood as tall as him, if not slightly taller.

“At least let me send you off right,” she said in a persuasively sexy voice while strutting towards him.

Oh shit.  He desperately wanted to avoid her getting any closer and finding herself looking down at her formerly big, sexy six and a half foot tall boyfriend.  “I … I’m … I have to go!” was all he could think to say as he darted around the corner and down the stairs amidst a slew of obscenities from Cindy.

As he darted downstairs he heard Mitch call out, “Hey, bro, what’s up?”

“Gotta go!” Nick replied hastily, not slowing down as he practically sprinted down the hall and out the door, having to hold his pants up to keep from tripping on them.

He drove recklessly, not knowing where he was going, his mind racing with thoughts of disbelief and horror.  After almost hitting a few cars in his distracted state, Nick decided to pull off onto a side street to give himself time to think.

‘How the fuck could this happen?’ he thought, running over the events of the last few days in his head.  ‘Did I do anything out of the ordinary?  Was it something I ate?  Or drank ...’  Then the truth hit him like a ton of bricks.  ‘SHE did this!!!  Michelle’s god-damned concoction for the science project!’  He still didn’t know how in the hell it could have made him shrink, but he knew that that had to be the cause of this.

Boiling with rage, he headed straight for Michelle’s house to have a little chat with her.  When he got there, he parked his car in her driveway and noted that there were no other vehicles to be seen.  ‘That bitch had better be here,’ he fumed.  He hoped it was just her parents who were gone, leaving her all alone for him to deal with.

Ringing the doorbell, he recalled that her height was only about 5’4”, and despite his recent height loss he would still tower over her meek little body by a whole 9 inches, meaning he would have no trouble being forceful with her or even intimidating and threatening her if need be – whatever it took to get her to change him back to normal.

Soon after he rang the doorbell, he heard the shuffling of feet on the other side of the door, and when the peephole went dark he knew Michelle was there checking to see who it was.  “Nick!  I’ve been expecting you,” she called out through the door.  “Just a sec.”

He wondered why she could possibly be expecting him, since they had made no plans to meet that weekend.  Soon, though, he could hear the click-clack of heels as she re-approached the door.  ‘Did she just go put heels on … for me?’ he wondered, with a sinking feeling in his gut.

But nothing could have prepared him for what he saw when the door opened.  He knew it was impossible, yet there she stood: the petite girl from his chemistry class, who had stood lower than his shoulders just two days ago, was now every bit as tall as him in her heels, if not slightly taller.  His eyes bulged, his jaw drooped, and his muscles went slack.  ‘What the fuck …’ was his last thought before his knees gave out and he blacked out at Michelle’s feet.

He was rudely awakened a minute later by a splash of cold water on his face.  Coughing and sputtering, he wiped his face clean and beheld Michelle’s face hovering over him.  “You OK, big guy?” she asked casually.

“Wha … what happened?  I remember opening the door, and then …”  Nick suddenly remembered having to look up slightly to meet her gaze in the doorway.  “… Whoa, I must have been dizzy or something; I could have sworn you were … uh …”

“…Taller than you?” Michelle chimed in happily.  “That’s right!”

Nick now realized with dismay that it wasn’t just his imagination.  “Oh God, why is this happening to me!?” he cried aloud.  “I was barely 6 feet tall a half hour ago, and now I’ve shrunk again!  Jesus, you’re only 5’4”!”

Michelle simply laughed at his reaction.  “No, silly, you’re still about 6’1” if I’m not mistaken.”

“Huh?  How can that be; I’m barely taller than you now!  Unless …”

She nodded encouragingly.  “Go on…”

“You-you got taller!??”

Michelle’s face lit up.  “Bingo!  I grew five inches!”

His brow furrowed in thought.  “Wait a minute – I must have shrunk about the same amount, 5 inches.”

“Uh-huh,” she replied cheerfully.  “See, you’re not really as dumb as you seem.”  Nick was too thrown off to heed her offhanded insult.  Instead, he allowed her to help him to his feet, bringing him literally face-to-face with his lab partner.

She seemed so … different, now that he couldn’t look down on her.  He somehow didn’t feel quite as confident and superior to her anymore – and she certainly drew more of his attention now, so much bigger, so much more presence than before.  He noticed that her clothes were clearly a size or two too small for her, her blouse stretched tightly around her torso and exposing some surprisingly nice midriff.

Michelle circled around him, sizing him up with delight.  “This is so awesome!” she squealed girlishly.  Even her movements seemed more confident and assertive now, like the increased height had changed her personality too.

“Awesome!?” Nick exclaimed.  “How could you say that!!?  This is serious!!”

She just gave a little smirk and a shrug in response, staring slightly down into his eyes in an unsettlingly energetic way.

He was getting pissed.  “Jesus, Michelle, don’t you realize what effect this will have on my life!?  I can’t even go back to school like this!”

“Don’t be such a baby, Nick.  You were too tall for your own good anyway.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Michelle made a pouty face and replied, “Aww, is the big bad basketball player feeling insecure about being ‘only’ 6 feet tall?  Or about having to look up into his wittle lab partner’s eyes??”

By now Nick was seething with rage.  “You insolent bitch!!”  He slapped her hard across the face.

“What the fuck, Nick!!?” she suddenly yelled, her confidence seemingly dissipating.

“Shut up!” Nick barked, taking control of the situation.  She rubbed her cheek in silence as he continued, “This is your fault!  I don’t know what in the hell your stupid potion was supposed to do, but obviously you fucked something up and it made me shrink!”

Michelle glared at him and said coldly, “You’re an asshole.”

She started stepping away from Nick, but he told her forcefully, “Not so fast.  You need to fix this, right now.”

“Screw you.”

He caught her wrist and spun her around.  Though she was much bigger to him than before, he was still 4 inches taller – without her heels on, that is – and easily outweighed her, especially in terms of muscle mass.  She tried to wrench her arm free, but Nick held it firmly.  “Bitch, you are going to undo what you did to me, or else.”

“Or else what?” she spat.

His eyes went wide in fury.  “That’s it.  I’m gonna teach you a lesson.”  He grabbed her shoulder with his other hand and slammed her back against the nearest wall.  “So you like being taller, eh?  How’s this?” he sneered, lifting her off her feet so that her head was above his.

“Stop it!” she screamed.  Nick let her down but, instead of relenting, pulled her into the adjacent living room and threw her body down on the carpet.  As he lunged on top of her she flailed her fists against his chest, but to no effect.  He grabbed her throat and squeezed just enough to shut her up, using his other hand to strike her face again.  He lowered his face to hers, his hot, musky breath filling her nostrils as she writhed helplessly under him.  Her free hand was powerless to stop him as he ripped open the buttons of her blouse, exposing her stomach and bra-covered chest.  He brusquely copped a feel of her small tits and then snaked his hand down and squeezed her crotch dominantly through her shorts as Michelle continued to thrash about helplessly.

He watched her with arrogant scorn.  She was fighting him so hard, even starting to cry – but he wasn’t fooled.  She was just like any other girl; despite all her pretending, deep down, this is what she really wanted – to be dominated, to be taken …

“I could take you right here on the floor if I wanted,” Nick snarled, glaring down at her loathingly.  “And I bet you would even enjoy it.”

Suddenly, he released her throat.  “But you’re not even worth it.”

He stood up, looming over her dominantly as she began to sob.  “I don’t care what it takes,” he commanded, “but you had better make me a god-damned cure before school on Monday, or I’ll come back and finish what I started.”  He stormed out of her house as she curled up into a ball on the floor and cried.